Orc Bound Mates

Chapter Seven

Hot sticky Orc flesh clings to every inch of my exposed skin; two thick arms drape over my body from either side. I blink against the sleep, fogging my mind. Sweat beads over my skin as the twins rock against me gently, rigid c***s jutting against my stomach and ass. Desire prickles along my insides, and my slit pulses with a flood of liquid excitement. I moan at the sensations rocking my nervous system as they grind against me.

Breathing deeply, the masculine earthy scents of my Orcs engulf my senses. An erotic blend of citrus, sage, and sandalwood tickles my nose. As I breathe in the twins' essence, I enjoy how right it feels to be the delicious center of my Orc sandwich. Their aromas wrap me in a blanket of pheromones that set my body alight with need. I’ve never been so aroused by how someone smells before. I’ve never had my body respond to anyone like this. Like everything in me knows, I belong to them and will always be ready to entice them to me. Like I was made for my Orcs and only them.

Fucking hell!

Letting my lust guide me, I reach down my body, one hand going to each c**k firmly pressed against me. I wrap my palms around them through the fabric of their pants, sliding along the lengths from base to tip. Two throaty moans echo around me as Borguk grips my hips and Orguk latches onto my shoulder. They shudder against me as I trail my hands up and down them again.

“Alexa!” Vlorg lurches up at the sound of my name leaving his brother's lips. Borguk hisses in my ear when I lean forward to bite his collarbone and stroke his prick harder. I want to touch Orguk directly, so I slip my hand inside his pants. As soon as I caress his warm skin, he bucks against my palm, thick, sticky pre-c*m coats my forearm. Orguk’s not as girthy as Vlorg, but I still can’t touch my fingertips together around his thickness. I assume Borguk is similar in size to his twin, and I want to get better acquainted with that part of their anatomy.

“Mmmmmmmm.” I hum against Borguk’s shoulder, delighting in the smooth texture of Orguk’s c**k in my fist. He growls against my back, rocking his hips harder against me. Vlorg watches us like a hungry predator from his spot on the bed, his arousal jutting up from his waist.

“Pants,” I whisper against Borguk’s shoulder as I tug on the waist; he wastes no time fulfilling my demand. He flips the furs off us and kicks his trousers off in record time. Orguk takes the same cue, without breaking the contact his c**k has with my hand, and removes his pants more carefully. Vlorg crawls over his brother’s legs, grabs ahold of my ankles, and pulls me closer to him. The good thing about dresses and no panties is direct access to my p***y.

“Feeling needy this morning, Little Female?” Vlorg rumbles, lying between my now spread legs, positioning his face at my weeping cunt. His thick arms loop around my thighs to grip my hip for leverage with one hand and caress my lower abdomen with the other. I moan as his hot breath fans over my overly sensitive lips; my legs start to quiver in anticipation of his mouth on me again.

I take Borguk’s c**k into my hand, giving him the same attention I’m granting his twin. I glance over to Orguk, biting my lip.

“Will you take my dress off?” I ask, panting breathlessly, overcome with anxiety and excitement as it is my first time initiating s****l activity with them. He jerks his head in the affirmative, gathering the material from my waist; Borguk lifts me to help his brother get the dress over my head. I tremble at the kisses Vlorg is peppering over my thighs, his tusks brushing my skin, rocketing my desire higher.

“Borguk, move up to my mouth. I want to taste you.” I barely manage to command before the moan rips from my throat, Vlorg's wicked tongue licking the nectar from my cunt. I try to clamp my legs closed to stave off his devilish attention, but his grip holds me open wide for him.

Borguk moves to the top of the bed, kneeling near my face. His c**k dangles over my mouth, leaking so much pre-c*m it drips over my lips. I lick them clean, taking his flavor into my mouth. Another moan echoes through the room as Borguk’s taste and Vlorg’s ministrations drive my desire through the roof. I take a deep breath because I have one more sexy Orc to place before I lose the ability to speak.

“Orguk, straddle my chest, line your c**k up between my t**s,” I command, and he jumps to do as I tell him, crawling over my chest to settle his c**k in the valley of my boobs. I whimper as Vlorg reminds me he’s still participating in this, as he sucks my c**t into his mouth. Just like that, I’m plummeting over the edge of oblivion into my first orgasm of the day, fireworks explode through me, and my p***y convulses as c*m floods from me. Vlorg happily devours every drop before gently stroking my sensitive core with soft licks.

“Holy f*****g hell!” I moan, trying to get my brain back online. Borguk and Orguk are held at a standstill waiting for me to tell them what I want them to do. I take a shaky breath and continue. I reach for Orguk’s hands, cupping them around the side of my t**s. He groans as we close the heft of my twins around his c**k, and more pre-c*m gushes from him.

Good. No need for lube. These males make plenty.

“Squeeze them together and thrust,” I instruct him with breathless gasps, pressing his hands firmly against my breasts, letting him know how firm he can be. He growls as he pitches against me, his fluids coating him and me thoroughly, letting him slide between the heavy mounds of flesh.

I turn towards Borguk, his c**k dripping clear fluids onto my hair and face. Reaching for his leaking prick, he shifts how I want him, bracing his hands on either side to keep from falling on me. As soon as I have his c**k in my mouth, he gasps at the wet heat enveloping him. He rumbles with satisfaction as I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep into my mouth.

Vlorg growls against my p***y, delving his tongue deep inside me, rolling his tongue over as he thumbs my c**t. I scream around Borguk’s c**k, grabbing Orguk’s thigh with one hand as the other finds its place around the base of Borguk’s prick.

I buck my hips against Vlorg’s mouth, desperately wanting him to devour more of me, as I suck Borguk hard. Squeezing the base, I pump him in time with his shallow thrusts into my mouth. The higher Vlorg pushes my body, the harder I work Borguk in my mouth, wanting to give them all of myself.

“Alexa!” Orguk shudders above me as hot cream jets from between my slick twins, spraying over my neck and chin. I moan at the feel of his c*m on me, the sound vibrating up the length of Borguk’s d**k.

“f**k!” He follows his twin to release soon after, thrusting deep into my throat and dumping his Orc nut milk down my gullet. I gag and cough around the considerable intrusion but swallow everything I can to keep from choking on the excessive fluid. I don’t fault them for their quick release; with all my teasing beforehand, they were bound to succumb to their desires.

Vlorg moves his mouth up to my c**t; taking the little nub between his teeth, he gently nibbles before sucking it into his mouth. He releases one of my thighs to move his hand down to my opening and thrusts two thick fingers inside me. Borguk pulls his c**k from my mouth as Orguk slides off my chest, rearranging their positions to each take a n****e into their mouths, using teeth and tongue to rocket me out of this galaxy. I come apart at the seams at the onslaught, the combination of all three Orcs working my body too much to withstand.

I scream as the floodgates burst apart with my climax; stars twinkle around my vision as black tinges the edges. My release explodes out of me like a fire hose, spraying Vlorg in the face and down his shoulders. He doesn’t let his sudden shower stop him from coaxing me through the waves of my release. He slows his stroking fingers and licks every inch of my p***y. The twins gently touch my breasts, kissing all over the skin not covered in Orguk’s c*m. Little aftershocks of pleasure prolong the twitching in my muscles, my abdomen clenching around Vlorg’s digits.

I catch the breath that was stuck in my throat as I manage to slow my breathing and calm my excited body. I gaze down my frame to see Vlorg staring at me, eyes ablaze with carnal desire. My juices dripping from his hair has embarrassment painting my cheeks crimson. He shifts back enough to break contact but remains nestled between my thighs. The twins move out of my way as I grab my dress and lean forward to clean up some of my mess.

“I’m so sorry! That’s never happened before!” I mumble as I finish drying his hair and shoulders, I move to wipe his face, but he stops me with a hand on my wrist.

“Do not be sorry. I am not upset.” Vlorg pulls himself into a seated position where his c**k stands pulsing angrily, demanding release. “It took everything I had not to spill my seed onto the furs. I hope to have you do that again.” He reaches down and grips himself tightly around the base. I swallow the lump lodged in my throat, my body twitching as he prevents himself from cumming with force.

“Come here.” I reach for him; he comes all too happy to receive my attention. Leaning back, I have Vlorg take the same position over me that Orguk had, straddling my chest, his c**k filling the valley between my breasts. “Put your hands on the wall,” I instruct as I lean my head forward to lick the tip of his c**k. He places both hands on the wall; his prick shifts more into my mouth.

Groaning above me, Vlorg takes a steadying breath as I cup my titties and engulf him between the slippery mounds. Pressing them firmly around his throbbing shaft, I pull the head of his c**k into my mouth completely. His hips heave forward, knocking the back of my throat with the head of his prick. Pressing my t**s tighter around him, I stroke him back and forth, circling his head with my tongue. His flavor filling my mouth is so intoxicating I moan around him, my pelvis jerking against nothing.

The twins reposition themselves, one between my legs and the other to the side. I can’t tell who is where with the massive Orc consuming my field of vision. Groaning long and loud around Vlorg, one of the twins works his fingers into me while the other circles my c**t with tender fingers. Vlorg rolls his hips against my chest, his balls sliding over moist skin to press against the bottom of my ribs. A thick wet tongue licks the juices from my lower lips before slithering into my weeping cunt. Fingers pinch my c**t softly, rolling it between the tips before rubbing it back and forth over the hood. My body arches up from the intensity of these Orcs touching, taking, and worshiping me.

“By the Fates! Vlorg, you were not exaggerating when you said she tastes better than she smells.” Borguk rumbles against my s*x, rolling his tongue through my folds. He drags his face through my juices, from his nose to his chin, covering him with my scent. I cry out around Vlorg in my mouth, taking everything they give me. Everything inside me wants to give them as much as they are providing me and contribute my all to them.

Vlorg’s hips drive forward, his c**k plunging deeper into my mouth; I squeeze him harder between my boobs to keep him from choking me. He roars as his c**k pulsates roughly, spraying stream after stream of his c*m into my mouth, filling it so fast that I can’t swallow it all. Globs of spunk spill over my lips, leaking down my neck. I fight to inhale through the onslaught of fluid, gulping down as much as possible. Forgetting my need to breathe as the flavor of his essence tingles my tastebuds, firing electric arcs of pleasure through my brain.

Borguk and Orguk don’t let up through their brother’s release; they work my p***y like a fine-tuned instrument. Tweaking my c**t in rhythmic intervals, thrusting fingers into my pulsing opening to drag strong digits over my G-spot. All of it. Every bit of this divine torture has my mind short-circuiting as another Earth-shattering climax reaches its zenith. My body tightens like an overstrung bow before snapping as I vault into the abyss. As my peak hits again, Vlorg pops his c**k out of my mouth to let the scream of ecstasy escape my lips.

Those stars are dancing around my vision again, shining brightly through the obsidian shadows clouding my sight. Within, what seems like minutes, I'm squirting all over the Orc between my legs. I bathe Borguk with the results of their diligent work. He sucks and slurps as much as he can from my body, coaxing my pleasure down from its crest. Borguk rumbles as he licks more fluids from his face.

Every muscle in my body releases as the waves of my orgasm ebb, leaving me with limbs made of pudding. Sagging into the messy furs, I take shuttering breaths, trying to slow my heart to a normal rhythm.

I spend most of my time catching my breath around these Orcs. They might cause the death of me if I don’t slow their roll.

“Another dip in the bathing pool is needed.” Vlorg remarks lifting off my chest, his brothers already moving around the room to gather the things they need. I lift my head from the pillow, attempting to move my body, but I fail. Vlorg takes pity on me, scooping me up in his arms, and he carries me toward the bathroom. I chastise myself for assuming he’s feeling empathy and not prideful satisfaction in bringing pleasure to his female. The look on his face screams his gratification, with his thick lips pulled into a smug curve.

Throughout the whole escapade this morning, I forgot that Skarr sleeps at the end of the bed. Scanning the room, I notice him curled up near the far wall under the dining table. His bright, powder blue eyes are watching me. I mentally apologize to the great wolf.

Inside the bathing room, Vlorg quickly but meticulously washes me. He makes sure to be very gentle with my lady bits. He cleans out all the Orc milk that managed to collect in my hair. While he cleans my hair, the twins slip in to rinse themselves off. Once I’m satisfactorily bathed, Vlorg releases me to Borguk and Orguk’s care to start washing himself off.

“Can you stand?” Orguk asks, cradling me against his firm chest bridal-style, while Borguk strokes a new fur through my hair. I stretch my limbs and confirm they feel steady enough to stand.

“I think so,” I reply, enjoying the comfort of my Orcs caring for me so thoroughly. Orguk leans over to place my feet on the floor before releasing me. My knees buckle a little, but I remain upright. Orguk takes another fur and helps his twin dab the water from my skin. Orguk picks up a dress waiting on the bench and helps me into it. Borguk leaves the room in his birthday suit.

I don’t know if I want to find a way to get home. If I were to go back, is there anything worth returning to? Dead planets? Ungrateful co-workers?

I follow Orguk out of the bathing room, Vlorg right behind us. The Orcs head straight for the storage room to get dressed. While I sit at the dining table, Skarr lifts his head into my lap from under the table.

“Sorry handsome. I didn’t mean to disrupt your sleep.” I mumble, scratching behind his ears before scrubbing the sides of his face with both hands. He laps at my arms, his tail thumping against the legs of the bench.

If they’re willing to have me, I’ll ask them if I can stay after we meet his parents. I’m not going to let Borguk’s efforts go to waste. Or offend the Chieftain and his Mate. It would be a promising idea to meet them anyways, and it would be awful of me to avoid meeting the parents of Orcs I want to love for the rest of my life. The last couple of days have been crazy but the best days of my life. I’ve never been so happy or so thoroughly adored than while I’ve been with my Orcs. They don’t sugarcoat what they want. They look at me, touch me, and eat me like I’m a gift given to them by the Fates. How could I bring myself to return to my world? To a small studio apartment with dying plants. My parents, grandparents, and Rocky are all gone. I doubt my job will still be there. I won’t claim to know how the flow of time works between the two worlds; either way, I don’t want the job anymore. I’ve had no friends since starting my career, the grueling hours killing any chance of having friends. Or time to spend with them. Not to mention the crap that happened with my ex and ex-best friend. How did I not realize I was so alone?

“Alexa?” Borguk calls my name, jarring me from my thoughts. He’s staring at me with concern etched into his expression. I smile at him. I notice that everyone is already at the table, and food is sitting before me. All eyes are on me; Skarr even stares at me with worry. The fur on his big head is in complete disarray by my mindless hands working over him. He licks my arms and hands before slipping back under the table.

“Sorry. Lost in thought. Are we leaving after we eat?” I reach for my portion of food, reminding myself to make no comment or sound regarding the stew filling the bowl or the bread sitting next to it. I smile as I dig in.

“Yes. We will. We woke a little before sunrise, so we still have a little time to eat. However, we do need to leave soon to arrive as quickly as possible.” Vlorg consumes his meal swiftly, the twins doing the same.

Once everyone’s finished with breakfast, Orguk collects the dishes and puts them in the bin next to the fire pit. Borguk and Vlorg head back into the storage room, collecting what they need for the trip. Orguk follows when he finishes cleaning up. I spot my flats beside the door, where one of my sweet Orcs left them, making sure they were easy to find.

I’ll need to make or find new shoes; these won’t last. Nor are they suitable for hiking around the forest. Thank you, flats, you’ve offered me excellent service. Once I obtain a new pair of shoes, I will retire you.

“Before we leave,” I call to my Orcs, tugging at the heavy fall of my hair hanging around my shoulders. They pause to give me their attention. “Would one of you braid my hair? I’d really like it to stay out of my face. I also love the twins’ braids.” The twins look to Vlorg for permission; when he nods, they smile. Orguk slips into the storage space again, and Borguk comes behind me.

Orguk returns with hands full of a couple of combs, ties, and a jar of something. Taking one of the combs, Borguk starts manipulating it through the ends. Setting his load down, Orguk takes over another section, threading his fingers and combing through my hair. Within a few minutes, my hair is tangle-free; they section it into two even parts straight down the middle.

With fingers dipped in the cream from the jar, the twins begin to braid their section. Expertly, they tamper each side of my hair into a tight French braid over my head. The style will keep all the wayward strands from tickling my nose. At the base of my neck, they continue braiding down. Tied off at the end, Orguk twists the two braids into a bun while Borguk puts everything away. Wishing they had a mirror to look over the job, I gently touch the braids, feeling the arch over my head to the tight bun that holds it all together at the base of my skull. Satisfied with his work, Orguk smiles. “All done.” smiling with delight, I join my Orcs at the door and double-check that I’m ready for the journey.