Orc Bound Mates

Chapter Five - Part One

Arriving back at the Longhouse seems to happen faster than the trip to the waterfall. The sun is beginning to descend to the edge of the western horizon, casting the sky in hues of fuchsia, honey, ruby, and marigold. The walk back was nice but warm. Sweat trickles in places that have me squirming. I’m not squirming from all the sexy Orcs crowding around me, not at all. My cunt has been pulsing and leaking the whole way back, and knowing that my Orcs can scent my juices has me flooding slick down my thighs.

Nope! It’s sweat coating my thighs because it’s hot. Extremely hot!

I keep my focus away from their bodies because any more stimulation and I will combust. Part of me feels incredibly guilty that I’ll be torturing them with the stifling fragrance once we get back inside. Not that I have much choice in what my traitorous snatch is doing. I do my best to will it to behave, so my p***y lips swell up in retaliation, becoming overly sensitive and soaking my thighs in response. Taking a shuddering breath, I brace myself for the ravenous hunger I will face in a few moments. Equal parts apprehension and exhilaration wage war for the dominant seat of my thoughts—each shouting formidable arguments for why they should be taking the reins.

Once inside, the door shuts and latches behind us. Skarr breaks away to take his place on the end of the bed, curling into a mountainous ball. The s****l tension vibrates the air around us as we stand just inside the door, no one daring to move. Excitement mixing with a little fear keeps me rooted to the spot between them. Part of my s*x-crazed mind knows the moment I move, the tenuous leash on their restraint will snap, and I’ll give myself to them willingly. I don’t know if I’m ready for that. My body is but the rest of me is fighting to remain sane in this insane situation.

Someone behind me takes a shaky breath, exhaling a pained groan before shifting away from the door to remove their extra gear. I don’t look to see who, as the other two follow suit. Taking this moment for what it is, I move to the bed and sit next to Skarr. Trying to calm my raging desire into something more manageable, I stoke my trembling hands through Skarr's fur. I slide my fingers over his head to twist them into the thicker coat at his neck. It helps, but I’m still riding the razor’s edge with my p***y perfuming the air. The remnants of my excitement drying on my thighs.

An idea strikes me; I know it’s risky and will end up just how I think it will. The awakened desire in me for the sexy Orcs is taking over every part of my reasoning and is making the decisions for me.

“Do you guys want to bathe with me?” I whisper to the silent space, the small sane part of me screaming in the background, hoping they didn’t hear me. The responding rumbled affirmatives dash the little hope, and a new wave of juices seeps from me; I squirm on the bed.

Oh, they heard.

I turn towards them, wanting to confirm that my mind didn’t manifest the sound in my s*x-crazed insanity. Because that’s what this is, insane. They move as a unit, a well-trained team of warriors gliding across the room like prowling predators. Incredibly rigid c***s swaying in the restraints of their pants, huge wet spots are smearing the front as they move. The low rumbling continues as they verge on feral in their hunger, which scares me a little. A little squeak leaves my lips, and the sound seems to pull them from the edge of their restraint because they halt and shake their head. Sniffing the air, they quiet the growling and relax the stance of their dire need. The way they can do things in unison is a little unnerving and altogether sexy when applied to s****l activities. The idea of having all three Orcs move with a singular focus, touching, tasting, and moving towards a unified goal has my brain short-circuiting.

Oh f**k.

“Apologies, Alexa. We lost ourselves for a moment. Are you sure you want us to bathe with you?” Vlorg asks as he presses the palm of his hand into the twitching prick in his trousers, an erotic groan leaving him at the pressure. I swallow the lump in my throat, overwhelmed with the desire for release and the need to keep my head cool. I clear my throat, trying to bring myself back down enough to make a sound decision.

These rollercoaster emotions and levels of horniness are becoming a bit much.

“We can all use a bath, more so Borguk and me. Can you keep your hands to yourself?” I look between them, taking in their expressions one at a time. Borguk stares back, hungry, and excited; he’s an eager Orc being presented with something he desperately wants. His body quakes with enthusiastic energy. Orguk watches me with warmth and desire, as though he wants to keep me safe and cared for while wringing out everything my body has to offer. He’s the most relaxed, shoulders down, hands open, and an affectionate smile tugging his lips.

Vlorg’s stone still, holding himself locked in place. His expression’s nearly unreadable; only blatant greedy desire burns in his eyes. I can’t tell whether the desire is for my body or more, but he has so much need.

“Am I safe with you? From you? If we do?” I’m not sure. I doubt they will hurt me, but the lack of response is flagging against the confidence that I’m safe in their care. I wonder if I can trust myself with them, that I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself. And a growing part of me isn’t wanting to. She wants to take the pleasures that are sure to follow, having three sexy Orcs tend to her.

“Yes.” They say in turns, voices low but steady. I nod my head towards the bathing room as I remove my hands from Skarr’s fur. Somehow, I managed to keep up petting him while pinned under the intense stares of the Orcs. The continuous motions of rubbing his fur calmed the parts of me that are rocketing out of orbit. Skarr’s nearly sleeping on my lap from the attention. His body is flopped to the side, and his breathing is deep and even.

“Let’s go.” I rise from the bed and reach the door before they can, opening it and stepping through. Keeping my view on the pools, I move further in, giving them room to follow me into the space. I can sense them all moving into the room behind me more than I hear them. The pounding rush of blood in my ears dulls my senses.

Reaching up with trembling hands, I tug the band out of my hair, letting the burden flow around my shoulders and over my hips. The rush of held breaths fan my hair at the nape of my neck; the gentle tickle of hairs has shivers racing over my skin.

Deep breath in, hold, long breath out. Repeat.

I steal myself before tugging the dress up and over my head, knowing they’re going to rack my nervous system with a massive dose of pure testosterone-fueled lust. One that is already a constant simmer in my body, waiting to be stoked by them. With nothing under the dress, everything I have is on display for their view the moment the dress clears my head.

The chorus of growled groans wash over me, and just as predicted, I’m an inferno of need. My p***y pulses hard, bordering on pain and leaking juices down my thighs. My echo of pleasure sings out to join the primal flow of sounds. Squaring my shoulders, I step into the pool; the previously perfectly hot water is lukewarm against my overheated skin. Moving to the far wall, I turn around to lean against the chilly surface. With my arms resting over the lip of the stone wall, I watch them and wait.

They’re captivating my every sense and track every movement I make like hawks. I lick my bottom lip before pulling it into my mouth and biting. The overwhelming power trip I’m having is borderline cruel, knowing what effect I have on them. Still, I can’t stop the way it makes me feel sexy, desirable, wanted, and so very hungry.

“Y’all coming in?” I’m not surprised that my voice is rough and shaky. It would be astounding if it weren’t. They waste no time, shucking what little they have on, dropping everything to the ground.

Even from the far side of the room, they’re so big. Everything about them exceeds my preconceived limitations. Their size puts every man I’ve ever been with, probably any man I’ve seen in person, to shame. My heart hammers in my chest as I watch copious amounts of pre-c*m drooling out of their c***s. I start salivating as images of taking them one by one into my mouth filter through my brain. Having them stand in front and on either side of me, me kneeling on the floor, licking, and sucking the viscous fluid from one c**k then the next has another wave of need flooding my system.

Vlorg makes the first move into the pool, the twins waiting for him to enter before following. They spread out and take their spots in the pool since it’s large enough to fit another ten people in with wiggle room to spare. When they’ve taken their eyes off me, keeping to their word, I move back toward the front. The things I claimed are on the slighter side of the pool, which brings part of my body out of the water. Luckily, my hair acts as a curtain to shield me from their view. However, as I glance around, I realize they’re focusing extremely hard on washing every inch of themselves. Vlorg uses his hands to scrub his body while the other two use a loofah.

Taking my stuff, I get to work cleaning the sweat from my body. Moving into a deeper spot on Vlorg’s side of the pool, he glances at me, and his eyes catch on the loofa in my hand. A sexy smug smirk breaks through the tight press of his lips. Confused, I stare at him while I start to work the loofah covered in cleaning liquid over my chest and arms.

“What?”

“You chose my scrub.” The satisfaction in his tone is evident; his chest swells as he drags his hands over his arms. The twins are regarding us from the other side, loofahs paused against various body parts. I stop scrubbing and flush. Not realizing that I’d taken one of their loofas, I thought it was just one of many.

Embarrassed, I shake it out in the water and hold it out to him. “Sorry. Here take it back.”

“No.” He growls. “Keep it. There are others I can use.”

“No, please, take it. I didn’t mean to take anyone’s scrubby.” I move towards him, feeling more flustered than ever; considering how hot I’ve been all day, it’s saying something. He shakes his head, but I push forward, holding the loofah in my outstretched hand.

I somehow manage to trip over my feet in the water and tumble forward straight into him. Before I can flounder into the water, he loops his arm around my waist and drags me up the front of his body. The action effectively slides his erection along every inch of me, from titties to thighs. His d**k jerks against me the whole way down. I squirm against him, his prick finding its way between my thighs for the second time today. His pierced n*****s brush over my sensitive t**s, causing my n*****s to harden to beautiful pink points.

The lightning ricocheting through my insides is mind-numbing and intoxicating, effectively short-circuiting my speaking ability. I clutch Vlorg’s shoulders as my breasts press solidly against his chest and moan at the rush of sensations. I can’t seem to control myself anymore. I’ve never felt so alive and engulfed in pleasure like this before. Every encounter before has been a quick lackluster affair, leaving me unsatisfied and wanting so much more. No other man has ever made my body respond so intensely; hell, I’ve never been able to get my body this hot, and I know what turns me on the most. He leans down to speak directly against my ear.

“Keep it, little female. It brings me immense pleasure knowing you are using my scrub to cleanse your delicate body.” The deep male satisfaction echoes in his voice, and my eyes roll into the back of my head at the dominating cadence. His free hand comes around my side, gentle fingertips grazing sensitive flesh. His rough, calloused hand winds down to the expanse of my hip, holding me firmly to his body. “Please, Alexa, do not move. It is already hard enough to keep from touching you. Without you grinding against my cock.” Vlorg is a livewire of nerves strung tight against me; I can feel the potential energy waiting to explode under my fingertips.

I feel every twitch of his muscles against my skin, electricity sizzling across every nerve, igniting every inch of connected flesh into an erogenous zone. In my lusting haze, I hadn’t realized that I was slowly grinding myself on the ridge of his prick, squeezing my thighs around its thickness. His shaft is as thick as my forearm, and the crown brushes against my ass cheeks.

Oh, holy hell. He is one big motherfucker.

“I-I can’t seem to st-top my body … from moving!” I manage to gasp out, my hips undulating over him, taking the pleasure I crave from his body. I grip his shoulders tighter for better leverage, mewling out as my c**t strokes firmly against his pulsing c**k. “I feel like my body’s… on fire!” This situation’s becoming as dangerous as I’d predicted, as Vlorg’s hips surge against mine with a ferocious growl.

“What do you need, little female?” Vlorg rumbles, barely restraining his greedy hunger, his muscles shaking with the strain of holding himself back. Amidst the bewildering lust clouding my mind, I'm dimly aware of subtle shifts in the water around me. Through the recesses of my thoughts, I know the twins are moving closer to my display of greedy wanton desire. I’m out of control. The demands of my body are the only forces driving me; nothing reasonable comes to mind, so I mewl out the only thought taking up residence in my head.

“I need to c*m!” I scream, my head rolling back as Vlorg’s c**k rocks hard against my sensitive lady parts. I groan loudly as his pelvis thrusts hard enough to slap our thighs together, adding greater friction to my needy snatch. My body’s a twitching mess as my release builds deep in my core, just out of reach but so close I can taste it.

“Alexa. Your wet cunt sliding against my c**k is the sweetest torture.” Vlorg growls as his c**k glides through the slick fluids coating him from my sopping slit. He rolls his hips through my folds, stroking his rigid length against every millimeter of my p***y. “I ache to be inside you. To bring you the ecstasy you crave. The need to fill you with my seed makes me ache. I want to watch my brothers take you to the edge of release. So, I can watch you fall apart at their touch.” His sinful words fuel my need, causing the inferno inside to blaze past any controllable level.

I don’t have enough thought to register Vlorg signaling to his brothers, but another set of powerful arms loops under me to support my upper body. Vlorg releases his vice grip around my ribs to allow me to slump into his brother. However, he keeps our lower halves interlocked with a steady hold, still thrusting his c**k against me between my now spread thighs.

I can distantly feel my body swaying with movement and rising above the pool's surface. Glancing over my shoulder, I note that we’re on the shallow side, Borguk’s reclining against the edge, suspending my body in the air. My shoulder blades are against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, his mouth nuzzling into the crook of my neck.

“You have magnificent breasts. Ample and heavy, the perfect fit for my hands. Your n*****s are begging for the attention I will give them.” Orguk’s sexy timber is huskier than usual; the desire filling in his tone sends shivers over my senses.

Orguk takes up the space to my left, crowding against my side, cupping my achingly heavy t**s. Fervent hands grip my mounds, molding them to his hold, the excess weight bulging between his fingers. My body arches at the additional stimulation causing a change in angle, forcing my p***y to stroke firmly against Vlorg’s prick. He growls through the pleasure of our bodies pressing tightly together, his hands gripping my flesh so tight I worry bruises will mark my skin.

Vlorg pulls his c**k from my center, his crown notching into the opening of my p***y momentarily before he shifts away altogether. He kneels into the water, moving between my trembling thighs. He lifts each leg, drapes them over his shoulders, and places open-mouthed kisses on my inner thighs. I whine at the loss of contact with the part of me demanding relief; Vlorg chuckles from his spot near my p***y.

“Her cunt is so wet. Dripping so much honey for us.” Vlorg rumbles to his brothers against my thigh before nibbling the tender skin with his thick lips. He rubs his mouth against my skin cautiously, ensuring he doesn’t puncture me with one of his dangerously sharp tusks. I wonder, wordlessly, where the needy whines peppering the room are coming from, the shrill noise tinkling against my ears.

It takes a moment to realize that the mewling sounds are coming from me. I growl in frustration, clenching my thighs around Vlorg’s shoulders, trying to pull him closer to where I want him. My pelvis is rocking in a desperate need to c*m; frustrated groans fill the air around me.

“Settle, Alexa. We will take care of you. We will bring you the pleasure you need.” Borguk rubs his cheek against mine, his hands ghosting along my sides, to my hips, before tracing them upward across my ribs. Borguk drags the tips of his nails over my skin; stars burst to life around my vision as I gasp for breath.

Orguk leans over and draws one of my n*****s into his scorching mouth, tongue circling my areola before suckling the hard nub. He works the other n****e in between his fingers while his free hand disappears below, and he groans.

Holy s**t! That is so hot.

Vlorg trails kissing lips up my thighs to my weeping p***y; he licks from the space of skin between my rosebud and honey hole to my c**t. I nearly scream out at the sensation, like an explosion of feeling; if I was on fire before, I’m now in a tornado of white-hot flames. I stare down the peaks and valleys of my body to lock gazes with Vlorg; I want to absorb everything he’s doing to me. Every breath I take is a panting moan, so full of need that I barely recognize my voice.

“Do you know how captivating your fragrance is when it fills the room?” Vlorg mumbles against my aching lips, tongue darting out to lap up more of my juices. Orguk and Borguk groan out their mutual desire to know the taste of my p***y. “She tastes even better than she smells.”

I watch as he presses his tusks to either side of my opening, careful not to let the points make contact as he massages my tender lips with them. The firm grinding pressure of his smooth rigid tusks has my cunt blooming with more thick drizzles of honey. The press of his tusks against my labia is new. I know my anatomy well since I used to work in the medical field, but I never knew that part of my p***y could feel so amazing. His tusks apply the perfect amount of pressure to the roots of my c**t, which branch down either side of the vaginal opening.

Internal medical lesson while you have three sexy Orcs pleasuring you. Great distractions. Not.

Borguk divides my attention as he gently nibbles on the side of my throat, sucking the skin into his mouth and licking up the column of my neck. He licks a trail to my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and nipping the skin between his teeth. “You taste sweet all over.” His husky groan against my ear has shivers racing over my slick skin and goosebumps flaring over my arms. His fingers trace lines along my sides, brushing over my considerably heavy t**s from the sides down to my hips, where he grips my muffin top.

Vlorg presses his mouth to my cunt firmly, his tongue delving so deep inside my canal that shooting stars dance around my vision. His tongue rolls over itself, bumping against all the best spots as his nose brushes my c**t. His tongue is so long and versatile, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one as long as his. My hips move of their own accord as they undulate and grind against his face. I don’t mean to, but I dig my heels into his shoulder blades, pulling him closer to my needy t**t. I’m so close; it’s blinding.

“That is right, Alexa. Ride Vlorg’s mouth. Take your pleasure.” Borguk encourages me against the shell of my ear, his teeth nipping gently at my skin. I cry in desperate pleasure as everything inside me tightens to the point of snapping. My orgasm tingles through every nerve and catches my breath in my throat.

Orguk switches his oral attention between my n*****s, tongue, and teeth, teasing my achy peaks. Borguk removes his hands from my hips, one going down to touch himself if his pleasured groans are any indication. His free hand finds its way to the seam of my ass, finger softly probing at my pucker, slick with something slippery, and his finger slides in effortlessly. I squeeze my eyes shut at the new level of riotous sensations spiraling through me with the invasion of his finger inside my ass. Vlorg moves his wickedly sinful tongue to my c**t, where he latches on with hungry sucking, languid licking, and gently grinding teeth. His free hand comes up to my honey hole, and two thick fingers glide in effortlessly. Curling his fingers, he scrapes along the ridged pad of my G-spot, and he doesn’t let up as he thrusts them into me. His digits stretch my opening so much that the vague thought of having his c**k inside me is concerning.

I scream in ecstasy, fireworks exploding behind my eyelids as my orgasm takes over. My p***y grips Vlorg’s fingers in a vice, pulsing violently in the throes of my release. I have Orguk gripped to my chest, my arm wrapped around his neck, and he growls against my skin. My other arm is up behind me, capturing Borguk against my neck and shoulder; his echoing growl vibrates my tender flesh. My legs have shifted to wrap around Vlorg’s head, ankles crossed and thighs squeezing as he rolls me through my prolonged orgasm. As my release eases, he slips his fingers from my center before shifting lower to lap up every drop of c*m my slit can give, rumbling at the flavor against his tongue.

The electricity in the air crackles away as everyone slows their ministrations. Borguk’s finger slips from my rear; mouths are pulling away from my skin with resounding pops. My body is still shaking with the force of my climax, legs tightly enveloping Vlorg’s head and twitching. He reaches up and rubs the tight muscles of my legs, relaxing them enough to release my strangling hold on him. Vlorg guides my legs down to rest against his thighs; my body sags deep into the water as every muscle I have turns to overheated Jell-o. Borguk shifts closer to his older brother, ensuring I sit comfortably and not strung between the two massive bodies.

“Alexa.” Vlorg caresses my thighs. “You are glorious to watch in the throes of climax.” His brothers grunt in affirmation of his statement.

I sit in the cradle of Vlorg and Borguk’s bodies for several minutes, regaining control of my faculties. Trying to reign in my labored breathing, I take several deep breaths, releasing them in shaky pants. I watch as each male controls their body as I rest; Orguk has shifted with us to rest his head against the curve of my left shoulder, his hands roaming over my stomach and arms. Borguk has his head nestled into my right shoulder, his fingers back to stroking the smooth skin of my back and sides. Vlorg is leaning over me with his forehead pressed gently against mine as he kneads his thick fingers into my thighs and hips muscles. Every knot of tension melts away under each male's attention laved over me. Their gentle touches and firm caresses are dangerously intimate in a non-s****l way.

Sexual intimacy I can manage, no problem; it’s a fulfillment of s*x and enjoying it. Non-s****l intimacy has my heart skipping beats, hoping for more than I can have, and my mind is reeling at the realization that I want more with them. I know nothing about them; I haven’t been here long enough to have feelings for them, and I shouldn’t. I need to get home. I need to go back to my everyday life. So, why does my heart hurt at the idea of leaving them? Knowing they'll be alone again when or if I can find a way home. Waiting for a female to call their own. An intense surge of jealousy and possessive greed fills me with the idea of them finding another female to claim.

I shift to get out of their hold, needing to wash up and vacate the pools as soon as possible. Put some clothes and distance between us, but grips tighten on my body and hold me in place. Mild panic at being restrained touches my chest; the overwhelming devotion in hooded eyes ebb the feeling away. They would never hurt me or take more from me than I’m willing to give.

“Let us bathe you, little female. Let us care for you.” Vlorg mumbles, moving his mouth against my forehead. At the nod of his head, Orguk moves away from my side but quickly returns with three loofas in hand and the cleaning liquid I picked out. Each male takes a loofah dabbed with the lemongrass-scented cleaner and sets to scrub every inch of my body. Vlorg washes the expanse of my legs. He slides soupy fingers between my toes and kneads the muscles of my calves and thighs before caressing the broad set of my hips. He takes exceptional care running his bare fingers between my thighs, gently caressing the lips of my p***y. I shiver involuntarily at the gentle caress, desire flaring back to life inside my worn-out body.

Borguk runs the scrubby around my neck to my shoulder blades. Then down the curve of my back before cupping the globes of my ass. He pays attention to cleaning my asshole with his fingers, gently probing the hole to clean everything. Orguk proceeds to wash the front of my body. His gentle strokes make goosebumps flare over every inch of my skin as it tickles over the front of my neck, down my collarbone, and arms. He softens his pressure as he cleans my breasts and sensitive n*****s before returning the pressure as he strokes over my stomach and mound.

I can’t stop the breathy moans that slip from my lips at the tender treatment they are showering over me. My heart melts further with every sweet touch and sensual caress against my body. They finish washing my body, and Vlorg takes all my weight against him, freeing Borguk to leave the space behind me. Vlorg cradles my back in his big warm hands, holding me against his chest. He shifts around to lean back against the same lip of the bathing pool that Borguk had when they were showering me with the most satisfying attention. Vlorg repositions me over his abdomen, bringing his legs up to support my back. He pushes his still-hard c**k down between his legs, resting it against my back.

I fight the urge to play with the thick silver bars pierced through Vlorg’s n*****s. The light from the crystals glints off the metal, inviting me to touch them. I bite my lip at the inviting temptation but keep my hands to myself. I force my stare away from his chest and look up into Vlorg’s face; he’s watching me closely but doesn’t comment on my blatant staring. His lips pull into a small smile, and his chest expands to show off more of himself to me.