Page 55 of Shared By Two Orcs

Oh, I have no doubt in my mind that there will be more trials and tribulations to come. But nothing I have suffered, or may possibly suffer, will ever compare to this joy. I have found acceptance and companionship in not one, but two lovers- and from the life of an outcast, I have been made whole.

“I love you,” I address Willo, barely above a whisper. “I love you so much.” Pulling her in for another kiss, I fall back into the seat, taking her with me. She laughs but presses against me, reveling in these feelings as much as I am.

Even Yamarz chuckles as he moves to help us, and his smile is still a small upturn. One day I will get that man to really laugh, I secretly resolve– and not just at me, but that’s not my focus today. Today is another kind of day, and one for different plans.

My friend and I seem to be in agreement. It seems strange now, compared to how differently we treated each other before- but now there is no one among the clan with whom I am closer with. When it comes to Willo especially- we both seem to be on the same wavelength.

“Come on,” Yamarz orders easily, rising up. “Last time we did this, we all ended up on the floor, and then I was sore the entire next day. Let’s take this to a bed this time.”

“I don’t think the ground was reason why you were sore, old man,” I tease playfully, standing all the same.

“Do we have to limit ourselves to a bed?” Willo counters, equally teasing. To which Yamarz groans, and hoists our girl over his shoulder as he turns to the bedroom.

“You two will be the death of me,” he growls, stalking to his destination.

“Not the warrior’s death you may have imagined, but what a way to go, right?” I quip, unable to resist- even as I follow them both. “Now me personally, I have always believed the best death was between a woman’s legs.”

“Pervert!” Willo cackles, as Yamarz drops her unceremoniously on the bed. He begins removing his clothes, and I follow suit easily.

“That may be, but you love us,” I remind her playfully, even as I toss my shirt. She scoots further back onto the bed to automatically make room for the two of us, unbuttoning her tunic.

“I do,” she reiterates, sincerity coloring her tone. I feel my face warm at her heartfelt confession, and I would swear even Yarmarz’s smile grows a little.

Still, I want to keep the mood light for now, to give us more time to overwhelm her later. “Be that as it may, you’ve proven to be quite the sassy upstart,” I tsk, coming to kneel on the bed as I unbuckle my pants.

“I’m an upstart! I’m not the ones going around, throwing punches-”

I ignore her indignant exclamation in lieu of pulling her forward, in a lightning-quick move. The flush of her skin is fantastic, and I want to see and feel more of it. “What is there to be done with such a troublemaker?” I sigh.

“That’s easy,” Yamarz is deadpan in response, stepping forward. He’s got some fast moves as well- because before I can blink, he’s torn her clothes away from her body altogether, leaving her gloriously naked among tattered shreds. “We’ll have to tie her up.”

It is always better when Yamarz gets into the spirit of things. We share a look of agreement, and then we both descend upon our lover. She has no time to react as we overpower her, and with efficient movements, we soon have her wrists tied behind her with her old tunic- bound for us, and to us.

Our new prisoner only smiles, trusting us completely. Her tan, thick body seems to shine like a beacon to us, and then we’re touching her; everywhere we can, in every way that we can. We run our hands over warm shoulders, generous breasts, and tender thighs- showing exactly how those simple, three words can express so much and so little, all at once.

We want to worship her, so we do. It’s a team effort, and it only heightens my sense of comfort and rightness- my sense of belonging to these two. I scoot back a little to stroke myself idly while Yamarz takes over, touching her until she is begging.

He’s been playing with her for a while now, and it’s starting to show. Love bites and hickies dot along her breasts, making her nipples look swollen and inviting. Meanwhile, Yamarz’s touches have her juices spilling all down her thighs, a sight that actually has me salivating.

“Don’t be greedy,” I admonish teasingly, already stroking harder on the down-shaft. It’s a great sight to look at, always- but now it’s even more special, knowing that we really do get to have this, always. Willo truly is always ready for us, and she proves it once again.

“If you want something, take it,” Yamarz snaps, focused on his task- which is to make our girl climax as quickly as possible, it seems. There’s no real bite in his tone, and we understand each other well enough now to not get me upset.

He’s right after all, and Willo is offering herself to us freely. Without letting go of myself, I reach forward until I can put my mouth on those tasty breasts, suckling as much as I can into my mouth. Willo moans and thrashes, but with her wrists tied, she may as well be helpless.

We would tear out our own hearts before we ever hurt her again. This is what we want to show her. As her pleasure peaks, I come up to kiss her hard on the mouth, consuming her as much as she has consumed me.

She floats and pants between us, wet and soft beneath our fingers. It’s a gentle thrill, this level of trust- and I’ve never known anything like it. I think Yamarz must feel the same way, because we share another look.

When it comes to our Willo, we rarely need to communicate these days- and this time in particular we are in sync. He removes his pants and tosses me a vial from one of the pockets. I catch it easily, and unscrew the cork to take a small sniff.

The light, floral scent of rirzed oil hits me, and my eyes widen with bewilderment. I didn’t expect Yamarz to turn to rirzed oil, but the man is full of surprises, it seems. It will work out nicely, and I drip a generous amount over my fingers.

“We’re both going to take you fully Willo,” Yamarz comes back up to gently explain to her. “Are you okay with this?” While he looks at her, I move behind, admiring the view and the sheen of her skin.

“Yes, I love and trust you both,” Willo replies easily- like I knew she would. “Now, both of you fill me up and make me whole.”

Yamarz swears loudly in delight, and I have to agree. Then he’s on her, giving her those deep, hard kisses he like to give, before settling further down to kiss her other lips. I stroke her bound wrists with my free hand, and use the other to massage her tight pucker.

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