Page 4 of Yuled By the Orcs
Shethrust out her chapped, red hand toward the new orc, wincing at the sight of it trembling between them — but the orc gently look it in his own, clasping it with warm, careful pressure.Andthen —Lydiablanched — he bent over it, and brought it to his mouth.Kissingit, oh gods, the touch of his lips light and soft, his breath hot against her skin.
Lydiastood watching, frozen, not breathing — and when the orc finally stood tall again, her hand was still clasped in his, and he was still smiling.Orat least, she was quite certain it was a smile now, judging by that deep crinkle at the corners of his eyes.
“IamEzog, ofClanBautul,” the orc told her, again in that smooth, velvety voice. “Butyou may call me whatever best pleases you.”
Lydiashivered, her hand twitching in his, but the orc —Ezog— didn’t pull away, and for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t, either.Thoughher uncertain gaze had flicked towardTryg, who was beaming back and forth between them, his eyes bright with satisfaction.Andthen he reached towardEzogagain, this time to pull the cloak from his broad shoulders.
And— wait.Beneaththe cloak, thisEzogwas…unclothed.Unclothed, his huge body fully naked, except for… for…
Asingle wide, shining red ribbon.Aroundhis…
Lydia’sentire body shocked to stillness, her disbelieving eyes gaping at the sight of it.Hewas wearing a ribbon.Onlya ribbon.Onhis bare…cock.
Shestared at it for another long, swinging, staggering moment — and then, without at all meaning to, she glanced up and down the rest of his bare, massive, muscular form.Theskin was the same deep greenish grey as his face, and it was patterned all over with more vivid, awful scars.Somelooking truly gruesome, like the huge gouge in his hip, or the large, blotchy discolouration over his knee.Andin truth, the only place that had been spared the scarring was…that.Thatlong, plump, soft-looking cock, dangling at his groin, with that incongruous red ribbon tied around it.
Impossible.Unthinkable.AndLydiawas again staring toward it, and then darting another wide, panicked look up atTryg’sface.Becauseoh gods, what was this, what must he think of this, and —
Andwait.Wait.Trygwas — smiling.Smilingwith warm, unmistakable fondness toward thisEzog.Andthen —Lydia’sbreath choked — he blatantly reached down a clawed hand, and gave that dangling beribboned cock a gentle, familiar-looking squeeze.
“Verypretty,elskan,” he murmured, with a flick of his claw at the red silk ribbon. “Ilike.”
Oh.Itwas the exact same thing he’d said toLydiaabout her red dress, and she still couldn’t seem to move, her stomach plummeting in her belly.Andsuddenly, both orcs turned toward her,Ezog’sbrow deeply furrowing,Tryg’sgone carefully blank.
“Ach, woman,” he said, his voice very smooth. “Ezogis my gift to you, thisYule’sEve.Shallyou accept him from me?”
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Ezogwas hergift?ForYule?!
Lydiafelt like she’d been spun upside-down, suddenly, like the world had swept away into some kind of bizarre, baffling dream.Trygwas giving her another entireorc?Asa gift?!
Andit was…thisorc?!Themost hideously terrifying creature she’d ever seen in her dull, quiet little life?
Butboth orcs were both still looking intently toward her,Trygwith that chilly distance in his usually warm eyes, andEzogwith genuine-looking concern.AndasLydiagaped back and forth between them, it occurred to her that this was perhaps… a test.
Doyou yet mean this?Enoughto prove this to me?
Andshe’d said…Yes.Iwould try to do whateverIcould to prove it to you.I… trust you.
Andthis —this, here, now, was clearly whatTrygwanted.Hewas clearly very familiar with thisEzog— because thisEzogwas obviously one of his otherlovers, gods damn it.AndTrygwanted to see ifLydiatruly wanted it, too.Ifshe’d truly meant it.
You’realways far too jealous, ach?Neverknow how to share.
And— well.Ifit was a choice betweenTrygand — well.Andgods, if he would just stop looking at her like that, as ifLydiawas failing him even in her hesitation, just as he’d perhaps expected, or dreaded, or even feared.
“Thatis — very generous,” she finally croaked, her voice not at all her own. “Of— both of you.ButIdon’t —I’mnot at all sure how a gift like this works, exactly?”
Hervoice sounded high-pitched, utterly unrecognizable — but oh, it had been entirely worth it, because the grin had leapt back toTryg’smouth, so sudden and stunning she nearly swayed on her feet.
“Ach,Isee, sweet thing,” he said, as he reached his big hand to clasp her shoulder, drawing her a little closer. “WhenaSkaioffers you a gift thus, it’s meant only to gain your pleasure for a spell, ach?Noneed to swear vows, or make promises, or aught of that sort.”
Oh.Adistant relief swarmed inLydia’schest, but she could scarcely manage a nod, especially whenTrygagain grinned atEzog, with palpable affection sparkling in his eyes. “Butshould you accept, woman,” he continued, “myelskanwill join us thisYule, and until we part, he’ll be here to serve your whims.Topet you all over, or make you scream upon his tongue, or aught else you might wish.”
Oh.Right.Sothis was… thesharing, then.Thiswas whatTryghad been speaking of.Although—Lydiafound herself frowning toward him, her head tilting — surely when he’d spoken of sharing, he’d meant forhispleasure, too?Itwashimwho had the other lovers, right?Hewas the one who clearly cared for thisEzog?
“But— what about you?” she stammered at him. “Whatabout your pleasure?”
Trygblinked at her, once — but then his smile seemed to flash even brighter, his arm reaching to slip around her shoulders. “Youare so sweet, my pretty pet,” he purred. “Butyou ken,Ishall take great joy from this, ach?Ishall revel in showing myelskanyour fair form thisYule, and teaching him how pretty you are when you squeal upon my strongSkaiprick, and drink up my goodSkaiseed.Andto do all this, whilst he also tends you and cares for you and draws out your hunger —ach.Thisshall make our joy all the sweeter, you ken?”