Page 8 of Yuled By the Orcs

Behindher,Tryggave a low, strange-sounding growl, his lips again kissing at where he’d bitten her neck. “Ach,” he said, hoarse. “Sosweet, both of you.Sogood.Ach.”

Lydiafound her eyes meetingEzog’s, her mouth twitching up almost in perfect time with his.Inperfect accord, somehow, because they’d done this together, earningTryg’spleasure, or perhaps even his awe.AndLydiafelt her own hand slipping toEzog’ssilken head too, curling there with almost familiar-feeling ease.With… affection.

“What— should you wish for next?” cameTryg’svoice, low and unsteady againstLydia’sthroat. “Whateveryou wish, sweet thing.”

Oh.Lydiashivered all over, her eyes still holding toEzog, searching him.Seeingthe warmth, and the hunger, and the… longing.Wantingmore, more, just like she did.Forthem, yes, and for…Tryg.Forthe orc they both… loved.

“Ithink…I’dlike to have more of my… gift,” she whispered, towardEzog’seyes. “Asmuch as he’d like to give me.”

Ezog’seyes widened, looking genuinely astonished, and behind her, she could hearTryg’sharsh hiss, the catch in his throat. “But…Iken myelskanwould like to plough you, sweet pet,” he said, choked. “Iken he’d like to fill your womb with his fat perfect prick, and his good sweet seed.”

Oh.Andyes, yes,Ezogwas nodding, hard and fervent, his eyes still shocked onLydia’sface.Again, as if this was a gift for him, not her.Andshe felt herself softly smiling, her hand stroking tighter against his head, her thumb even brushing his scarred, hideous cheek.

“Wouldyou?” she whispered. “Please?”

Andoh, the look in his eyes.Reverent, worshipful, shifting with wonder and awe.Withjoy.

“Ach, woman,” he breathed. “Ishall.”

7

Lydiadidn’t know who moved first, or whether it was all three of them at once.Butsomehow, she found herself lying sprawled on her back on the bed, withTrygstretched out long beside her, andEzog’shuge, scarred body kneeling over her.

Andfor the briefest of instants, blinking up at that close, horrifyingly hideous face, there was again a twitch of fear, sparking insideLydia’schest.EnoughthatEzogabruptly stilled over her, his eyes wide and alarmed on hers — butLydiadrew in breath, and settled her shaky hands against his warm, shifting back.Andthen she even attempted a smile, though she couldn’t help a brief, pleading look towardTrygbeside them.

Andyes,Trygwas here, familiar and certain and safe, flashing them both a swift, affectionate grin. “Ach, no need to rush, my sweets,” he murmured. “Youmust only keep learning each other, just asI’velearnt both of you.”

Oh.Lydiacould feelEzog’sbig body slightly relaxing over her, and she was relaxing too, her fingers spreading wider against his back.Earninganother encouraging smile fromTryg, and she belatedly realized his hand was onEzog’sback too, stroking up and down with firm, steady reassurance.

“Youshall be myelskan’s first woman, ach, pretty pet?”Trygcontinued, his voice low. “Itshall grant me great joy to give him this.Toteach him how good your sweet womb shall feel, when he is buried deep inside it.”

Oh,hell.BothLydiaandEzoghad shuddered at that, thoughLydia’seyes had snapped back up toEzog’shideous face, searching his hazy eyes. “Iwould be — your first?” she croaked. “Areyou sure you —”

Heranswer came in a guttural groan fromEzog’smouth, a hard, sustained nudge of his swollen heat against her inner thigh.Becauseyes, he was already there, already so close, andLydia’sbreath hitched as she shifted a little beneath him, lining him up, even closer…

“Ach, that’s it,” murmuredTrygbeside them, his eyes half-lidded as he glanced down between them.Blatantlywatching,approving, asEzog’ships slightly canted, prodding him just up against there, oh,there. “Findeach other, my sweets.Youcan feel how open and ready she is for you, ach,elskan?Howshe kisses you, and longs to suck you in deep?”

Andyes, yes,Lydia’sopen heat was brazenly kissing at that gently pressing hardness, longing for it, convulsing powerfully against it.Asit shuddered in return, swelling even fuller, whileEzoggroaned again, long and low — and then he nudged just a little deeper.PartingLydiaaround that smooth rounded head, and she felt herself groaning too, arching up beneath him, spreading even wider…

“Ach, just like that,” continuedTryg’ssoft, heated voice. “Seekit slow and easy.Iken myelskanshall be the largest prick you have ever known, ach, sweet thing?Youshall need to make yourself wide open for him, and learn how to swallow him whole inside you.”

Lydiagasped and nodded, her body frantically clamping against whereEzog’sslowly sinking cock indeed felt larger, more overpowering, than anything she’d ever felt there before.Butwait, that includedTryghimself, and wouldn’t he be upset by that, or jealous — but another glance at his face showed his eyes still hungry and hooded, his tongue again greedily brushing his mouth.

“Itgrants me great joy to witness myelskanopening you thus,” he purred at her. “Ishould keep no woman who could not bear him, ach?Whocould not welcome his good fat prick inside her?”

Oh.Lydia’sthoughts were swirling, scattering —keep, he’d said — andEzogwas moaning again, his eyes now squeezed shut, his slow invasion between her legs briefly gone still.Becauseit was already so much, oh gods, her body stretched taut and thin around him — but he was only halfway in, and she needed more, more, needed to welcome him, to open for him…

“More,” she whispered at him, one of her hands somehow fluttering up to his hideous face.Snappinghis eyes open again, so wide she could see the whites of them, the wild clash of pleasure and uncertainty and fear.

“Ach, more,” agreedTryg’shusky voice beside them, his hand still strokingEzog’sback, sliding overLydia’shand as it went. “Mysweetelskanfeels so good, woman, ach?Sothick and fat inside you?”

Lydiawas fervently nodding, holdingEzog’seyes, giving him a genuine, wavering smile — and even though she could feel him swelling more inside her, he still hadn’t moved again.Thatunease still shimmering in his eyes, as if he really wasn’t sure, maybe about her, aboutTryg, about this…

Andwithout thinking, without hesitating,Lydiadrew down his hideous face, and…kissedhim.Kissedhis ruined, broken mouth, with its torn lip and jagged teeth.Andyes, it felt different, tasted different… but it also felt — right.Right, in the shaky relief of his exhale, in the easy, already-familiar gentleness of his tongue.Theway it kissed with such soft, careful thoroughness, just like it had between her legs.

Oh, it was good, andLydiaarched up further, perhaps opened wider, welcoming him in.Inboth places now, her mouth and her swollen clutching heat — and yes, yes,Ezogwas giving her more.Pressingin again, pushing through the stretch and the burn and the ache.Fillingher whole with his huge driving cock, deeper and deeper and deeper, as his ruined mouth plundered hers, made her his own…

Andas he finally sank all the way, stuffed to the hilt, that sense of rightness only grew, blooming throughLydia’schest.Itwas right, how he filled her utterly to the brim, locked and held tight.Right, how he slowly drew his mouth away to look at her, with such unabashed wonder in his shining eyes.Andso, so right, in the heated, grateful way those eyes then glanced sideways atTryg, his tongue brushing his lips —