Orc Bound Mates

Chapter Five - Part Two

I’ll keep my hands to myself for the moment. I can’t hide the blush filling my cheeks at being caught staring at his chest, no doubt my face displaying my desire to play with them.

Orguk and Borguk climb from the water and head to the towels to get dried up before exiting the room, leaving us behind. Vlorg grabs the bottle of lemongrass and basil cleaner, pours some into his hands, and brings them to my head. He combs the liquid through my hair and strokes his fingers into my scalp.

“You don’t have to do all this. I can wash it myself.” I mumble as he continues working the soap through every strand of hair, taking care to detangle any knots with gentle finesse. I twinge slightly in pain as his fingers catch a knot that tugs at my scalp. He grunts as he adjusts his fingers in my hair and gently removes the tangle before continuing.

“Little female, we Orcs are meant to care for our females. We are providers. Tend to everything our female needs. It is our duty and honor to guarantee that our female is well taken care of and pampered.” Vlorg tells me as he shifts his legs down, taking my body with him; he leans forward to continue working my hair in the water. Once he has cleaned my hair to his liking, he lifts me back up and brings his legs back into place to support me. “You have given us something treasured. You have let us know parts of your body.”

“I didn’t give anything. I just took what I wanted.” I grumble, a flush blazing over my cheeks at how selfish I was earlier. The hard press of his erection still twitches lightly against my back, proving he didn’t get any relief. I lower my head, using my hair to conceal my face, hiding how much that is upsetting me.

I shouldn’t have let them touch me like that, let alone start feeling bad that I didn’t get the big green Orc off while I was at it. But oh, how I want to see this large male come undone in pleasure. I want to be the one to give him that pleasure.

Vlorg reaches up to my chin and tilts my face up to lock eyes with me. I inhale abruptly as his thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip. His eyes peer through the portals of mine into my soul. He exposes every hidden feeling, silent yearning, and desperate need. “Alexa, you did not have to let us do anything. You did not have to invite us to bathe with you. You opened a private part of your time for us to join. You have given more than you know. And we expect nothing in return. We will not pressure you to take the burden of our needs.” He smiles affectionately at me as he uses his thumb to tug at my bottom lip. I can’t stop my tongue from snaking out to lick at the tip of his digit. His c**k jerks against my back as my tongue makes contact with his thumb, and a low growl settles in his chest.

Orguk steps back into the room, dressed in his customary trousers, cradling some clothes in one arm and the used towels in the other. Borguk is hot on his heels, in a pair of clean paints, moving to the towels to grab a new one.

“We brought you fresh clothes, Alexa. And stew is heating over the pit.” Orguk smiles as he dumps the soiled towels into the dirty bin. Borguk steps over to the edge of the pool where we’re still sitting in each other’s embrace to hold the fur towel out to receive me. Vlorg holds his hands aloft to steady my ascension from his lap; Borguk wraps the fur around me as I step from the water. Vlorg rises behind me to get out as well.

“Thank you. I want to do something for you.” I try for the fur to dry the water from my skin, but Borguk holds firm before starting to dry me instead. He shakes his head as he smooths the fur over every inch of my body before massaging the water from my hair.

“You do not need to do anything. We are more than satisfied that you gave us the joys of your body. That you allowed us to tend to your needs.” Borguk smiles widely, his white teeth on full display with his large tusks. Vlorg moves behind me to grab a fur for himself, his still-straining c**k on full display, and bobs with every movement. My mouth waters as images of taking him into my mouth resurface in my mind, and now, I want to do just that. Before I can talk myself out of it, I make a move.

“Vlorg. It’s not because you’ve given me, by far, the most phenomenal orgasms of my life. I want to do this for me as much as for you.” I explain gently, moving away from Borguk’s attention to slide into the space next to the bulky Orc. I grip his hand as I step back to sit on the wooden bench near the front of the room. Once the back of my thighs hit the seat, I tug him closer before sitting down. I would kneel on the floor before him, but I doubt I could reach him comfortably.

“What are you doing, little female?” Vlorg questions me as I situate him to stand in front of me, his c**k jerking as he stares down at me. I glance up to meet his gaze for a moment before reaching to remove the fur he has covering his erection; he lets me take the pelt from him. This massive male is so stubborn but desperate for me, yet he denied himself the release he could have taken while in the bathing pool. The slit in his c**k is leaking more pre-c*m down the thick veiny shaft; his balls are heavy with unspilled c*m.

“Something that I want to do. Something that I’ve thought about doing since I got here.” I reply, looping my fingers around the base of his engorged prick. I take a moment to admire him. His already engorged c**k seems too big with my small hand wrapped around it, but I’m not going to let that deter me from having him in my mouth. The crown of his c**k is a wide mushroom shape and only a few short inches from my eager mouth. His shaft is thicker near the head but narrows a little towards the base; he’s effectively carrying around a club in his trousers. Broad veins snake around the shaft, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, playing a staccato rhythm against my fingers. His c**k pulsates hard in my hand, the dark sea foam green skin at odds with my pale skin, but the difference makes me hot all over for him. I lick my lips in anticipation before leaning forward to close the distance.

Vlorg groans loudly at the first swipe of my tongue as I lick up the streaming pre-c*m drooling from his slit. Reaching the tip, I wrap my lips around the thick head and lap my tongue under the edge of the crown. I squeeze the base tighter, stroke his length to my lips, and back down; I take his deep groan of pleasure as encouragement. Pulling off his c**k with a pop to glance back into his eyes. His smoldering ravenous gaze blazing so hot, I swear I can feel the heat against my skin. He’s watching everything I’m doing, his mouth hanging open to pant heavy breaths.

I bring my free hand up to cup his balls before pulling him back into my mouth; no more holding back, I take him in as deep as I can. He hits the back of my throat before I get him even halfway in, his girth has my lips pulling taught, and my jaw opens as wide as I can get it. What I can’t pull into my mouth, I stroke with my hands in a tight grip for his shaft and gentle caresses for his sack. I can still feel my teeth grazing against his dark sea-green skin; he growls above me as I gag on him, fighting for breath around the mass.

“Alexa.” Vlorg groans my name as his hips shudder with the restraint to keep himself from moving, but they surge forward when I hollow out my cheeks to suck him harder into my mouth. My tongue flows over every inch of him as I pump the length of his c**k. His hands grab onto my shoulders, pushing against them lightly to get me to move off him. I shake my head at his attempt and suck him harder, taking him further than I should have as I gag roughly around him. Tears spring from my eyes at the force; I blink them away and continue working his c**k in and out of my mouth.

“Your mouth feels divine around my cock.” He releases my shoulders to trace the left side of my face, his thumb brushing over my jaw while his other hand cups my head. He doesn’t push me down or dictate my movements; he traces his fingers through my hair and moans loudly. I moan around him, massage his scrotum more firmly, pumping him hard, and suck him into the back of my sopping throat as I bob along his length. I would never have thought that my mouth would be an erogenous zone, but here I am with fire racing through my core at having this massive male inside my mouth. At him coming undone at the attention that I’m giving to him. The awareness that I have this control because he’s given it to me only pushes me to please him more.

His balls tighten up against his body as his d**k pulsates between my lips; I know he’s on the verge of dumping his hot c*m into my throat, and I’m desperate for it. His feral growl spurs my efforts forward, and he rewards me with his grip tightening in my hair, bites of pain sizzling against my nerve endings. Vlorg roars a guttural cry of ecstasy as his orgasm hits, releasing my cheek to slap his hand against the wall behind me for support. My eyes roll into the back of my head as jet after jet of hot sticky Orc milk coats my throat and mouth, the load surprisingly sweet, if not a little tangy, against my tongue. I swallow greedily, gulping down as much as possible to keep from choking on the huge deposit.

Vlorg curls over my head as his climax subsides, a low moan rumbling in his chest as he slowly extracts himself from my suckling lips. His c**k is still half-hard and pulsing, but I watch as it deflates gradually before peering up to look at his face. The usual hard lines on his face slack following the blissful gratification of release. I smile up at him and lick the bit of c*m that spilled from my mouth, slurping it back in and swallowing.

“Holy Fates! That was extremely arousing!” Borguk groans, his meaty hand palms his b***r through his pants, still holding the fur he intends to use to dry me. Orguk’s in a similar position to his left, still clutching the clothes he brought me to wear while rubbing his free hand against the straining tent in his pants. A blush flares over my cheeks, neck, and chest at the realization that the twins watched the whole blowjob. However, I’m not ashamed of the pleasure I gave Vlorg, and since they don’t seem to mind sharing, I’m not going to let myself get hung up on it.

Vlorg untangles his hand from my hair and traces a gentle caress down my jaw to wipe up some c*m I missed. I latch my lips around his fingers before he can take the sticky glob away, and I lick his digits clean before releasing them with a smack. All three males growl hungrily at my actions but make no move to advance on me. I glance at each of them before taking a deep breath and pushing myself to stand up. Vlorg moves out of my way, leaving me with room to stand without him invading all my space, but still standing close enough to feel the heat of his breath against my shoulder. I reach for the fur that Borguk’s still holding, he pulls it away but comes forward, and pat dries any remaining moisture from my skin. Orguk moves to take his place when Borguk finishes toweling me down to help me into the dress he retrieved for me.