Chapter Ten #6
“Right…” Resh said, looking off to the side as he thought.
If he was fighting to keep it together while George was squeezing his cock in orgasm, he didn’t show it, riding him through his climax without missing a beat.
Only the tension in his muscles betrayed him.
“We should arrange something at the spring festival.” Like Farigoth, he wasn’t even out of breath.
“There’s this tradition for lovers to go into the woods and couple.
If a horde of orcs ravished their mates in the forest, and men were given the opportunity to watch or walk amongst the couples, they might be less apprehensive. ”
“Ah, the gods are showing us the way,” Farigoth said. “The orc festival of Ugkor, the god of fertility, is soon. The tribe performs the sacred rites, praying for plentiful offspring. Then we breed our mates in the forest.”
“You celebrate on the full moon?”
“Yes.”
“So do the humans.”
“There’s…” George gasped for air. “There’s g-going to be a sizable crowd. Always is.”
“Then it is the will of the gods. A sign. Men will change their minds when they see our mates coming beautifully under our powerful bodies.” No pride, just a statement.
“Wonderful,” Resh said.
“We’ll bring men from across the valleys of southern V-Vale,” George panted. “Castlehill, Somerdale, Firshaw all have m-many unmarried men. Some of the villages too. Like Maidstone and Stagfield.”
Andre’s ears pricked up at the name of his old home.
“And we will bring unmated orcs. Once a man has witnessed our virility, he will want to be mounted. Two or three orcs will mate him and bring him immediate and thorough relief. He will regret not having asked to be claimed sooner.”
“Then we have an agreement.” Resh pulled at George’s hair and chain, making him arch. “About time I get to come.” He gritted his teeth and pistoned into George like a man possessed, eyes flashing red.
“Resh! Fuck! Yes!”
Farigoth growled and sped up, unwilling to watch Resh’s mate climax when his didn’t. Andre, who’d temporarily regained his faculties, lost them to the relentless pounding.
Farigoth nailed him with punishing thrusts, tagging his prostate in an unfailing rhythm whose only goal was to make him come hard and fast.
It shouldn’t have been possible. Having experienced prostate orgasm after prostate orgasm, Andre should’ve been wrung dry.
But with Farigoth’s mighty seed replenishing him, there was no end to his desire.
In Farigoth’s sure grip, he had no choice but to take it, answering every ferocious thump with a broken keen.
“F-Fuck,” Andre whined. “You’re g-going to make me come again…”
“What a perfect little whore you have there,” Resh said, full of approval. “He just takes it, no complaints. Like the cum dump he was born to be.”
The vague thought that he should be offended crossed Andre’s mind, but it vanished as quickly as it had come up. There’d been no malice in Resh’s tone, only appreciation.
“My needy slut,” Farigoth said with warmth. “Always eager to take my big cock.”
Andre preened. They were right. He was a slut for Farigoth’s big cock. He’d always have it inside him if he could. He was a whore for his mate, a hole meant to be taken and filled and bred. That was his purpose. The only purpose he’d ever wanted to have.
And here, he wasn’t shunned for it. He was valued and praised for his submission, every degrading word filling him with pride, not shame.
His insides clenched Farigoth in gratitude and lust. The orc pressed him flat onto the pelts, soft fur kissing the sensitive skin of his nipples.
Farigoth slowly dropped his weight, lying down on him.
Andre felt tiny under his giant body. Heat engulfed him.
Farigoth pinned him to the bed, leaving him defenseless against his brutal thrusts.
His dark, powerful scent thickened, seeping into Andre’s nostrils, filling his lungs. It was commanding him to come.
On the other bed, George cried out. Resh was plowing into him at superhuman speed, his hips a blur as he fucked him like a fiend, eyes glowing blood red.
George shuddered and screamed, and then cum was shooting out of him just as Andre’s cock and balls pulsed against the rings.
He came, strangled moans pulling free as Andre gave Farigoth his orgasm like an offering.
Contractions claimed his hole, and he writhed under the enormous weight holding him down, hips lustfully jerking as he fucked his twitching cock into the silky pelts.
Farigoth’s cock gave a violent jolt, hitting all the right places with its mighty bulk.
He roared victoriously, unloading deep inside Andre, spraying his convulsing walls with thick and fast spurts.
It was heaven. Andre contracted, muscles delightfully spasming as he sponged Farigoth’s seed.
A moan fell off his lips, insides undulating in rapture.
There was no greater feeling than absorbing Farigoth’s release.
It sent him flying. Lost to all sense of time and place, he tensed and relaxed, orgasms washing through him in waves as Farigoth fucked him from one to the next.
“Come inside me,” George groaned, and Resh hissed, thrusting ever faster until he plunged deep—and stilled. He grunted and stiffened. A pair of dark, leathery wings exploded from his back as he drenched George’s coming hole in his seed.
George cursed and bucked, ropes shooting from his cock. “Fuck! Yes! FUUUUUUCK!”
He almost broke down, but Resh yanked the chain, keeping him up and compliant until he finished with a final, satisfied grunt.
They collapsed together, Resh’s wings enwrapping them.
Andre convulsed as he sucked Farigoth’s seed into his walls, going boneless with the last drop. Farigoth remained inside, his cock wonderfully thick and long even when he was spent, filling every inch of him. The orc was a hot and heavy blanket, and fatigue rolled over Andre, his eyelids dropping.
“You did so well,” Resh whispered, peppering George’s face with gentle kisses. He tenderly held his hand and reverently pressed his lips to every finger. “You came so beautifully for me.” Resh brushed a strand of hair out of George’s face. “Thank you. I’m so proud of you.”
Andre glanced up at Farigoth, finding the orc’s attention on the other pair. Farigoth was frowning, watching George beam at Resh as the imp petted him, whispering praise and sweet nothings.
“He likes it very much,” Farigoth muttered under his breath.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of Andre.
He rolled off him, regarding him thoughtfully, expression softening.
Emotion thickened Andre’s throat. “Humans need gentleness,” he said, as though the thought had only just occurred to him.
He traced a large finger down the side of Andre’s face, then softly flicked the tip of his nose.
“You are…” he searched for the right words, “precious and adorable.”
Andre almost laughed. “Adorable?” He’d been called many things over the course of his life, but never that.
Farigoth pressed his lips together, thinking. “Yes.” He nodded. Confident.
Andre gave a little snort, and Farigoth kissed him, smiling when he drew back. He cupped Andre’s face, running his thumb over his cheek. “Your people and my people will soon get along much better.”
Andre’s thoughts flew back to Farigoth and Resh’s discussion. In his orgasmic haze, only half of it had registered.
Andre’s heart stuttered to a halt. They’d mentioned Stagfield. A cross-valley festival of fertility. Fucking for human men to see.
He sat up, drawing out of Farigoth’s embrace. A bucket of ice water poured down his back. Farigoth intended to fuck him in front of a human crowd. In front of the men of Stagfield. Dizziness seized him.
He could allow Farigoth to take him among other orcs. With Resh and George, it had been fine. More than fine, according to his blissed-out hole.
In front of half of Stagfield, it would not be fine. It hadn’t been fine last time. The memory of him and Ian caught behind the tavern had shame burning in his face. He couldn’t do it.
But if that was on the table… Horror crept up his back. God knew what else Farigoth might ask for. What he might require Andre to do for the good of the tribe, for the good of Vale.
Andre’s stomach clenched. Could he really be what Farigoth needed? As soon as Vale came into play…
“Andre?” Concern drew across Farigoth’s features. He stroked Andre’s face. “Are you all right?”
Doubt was eating him alive. He needed to clear his head. Farigoth made to wrap him in his arms, but Andre slipped away, grabbing his cloak and loincloth.
He squeezed Farigoth’s hand. “Stay here and finalize things with Resh and Master George. I’m going back to camp. I want to… I want to go for a ride.”