Chapter 6 #4
My legs are lifted to his shoulders as he shuffles closer on his knees.
Turning my head, I can see Nylan having the same done to him, giving me a grin when he looks over.
I can see what Khazak means about pupils—Nylan’s are blown wide.
Above us, the sheer white of the tent canopy is bathed in blues and purples as the light stones outside glow.
I feel the slick head of Khazak’s cock pressing against my hole only moments before he breaches it.
I moan as my owner stretches me open once again, looking up at his furry muscled chest and stomach.
He keeps pressing forward until he’s fully inside of me, only pausing for a moment before he pulls back and begins to fuck.
I don’t know if it’s the drug or maybe our warm-up earlier in the day, but it only takes a few strokes before I can feel the pressure of my first orgasm starting to build.
“Shit, already?” Ragnar asks as I fall over the edge a couple of minutes later.
“I told you,” Sir hums appreciatively, rubbing his hand along my stomach. “He has only gotten more responsive the longer I have known him.”
As if to prove his point, Khazak takes his time fucking me through four more.
At first his hands are tight on the backs of my legs, pressing them to my chest as he pumps himself in and out of me.
Between orgasms #2 and #3, he flips me onto all fours, hands gripping my waist tightly as he pulls me back onto his dick.
I can barely form a coherent thought with all the sensations running through my body.
Not sure how long we’ve been at it now, but I earn a break of sorts after that.
I’m pulled backward onto Khazak’s lap, his length still lodged firmly inside of me.
I whimper as the thick trunk of his meat is jostled, pressing harshly against my prostate, but then a hand on my chest is stroking gently, a water flask held to my lips.
Open mouthed kisses are pressed to my neck and shoulders, Sir’s tusks butting gently against my skin.
Once things are calmer, he starts to rock himself into me gently. It’s much less intense and much less likely to have me cumming uncontrollably, which is exactly what I need right now. I relax, resting against Sir’s shoulder and almost dozing.
“You know, all these years it’s been me sharing my avakesh with you.” Ragnar’s voice has me lifting my head sometime later, looking across at the couple seated similarly to us. “Seeing as you already let that old perv Flamemaul go first, it seems only fair that I get a turn.”
“I’d like to see that,” Nylan adds with a horny smile.
There’s something about Ragnar’s words, the way he casually asks Sir to use me, that has a familiar heat pooling in my stomach.
The fact that his own slave and lover is on board certainly doesn’t dissuade me.
I turn my head to look at Khazak to see he’s already looking back at me, contemplating an answer.
“That ‘old perv’ is the same age as your boy there, but I suppose that is fair.” With just the hint of a sadistic glint in his eye, Sir lifts me from his lap, his length slipping out of me as he pushes me over to Ragnar.
His lap now elf-free as Nylan crawls over to Khazak, I climb onto Ragnar, straddling his waist, his cock grinding against mine.
I’m not exactly sure how he wants me, but this seems like a good place to start.
He’s not telling me no. A hand on the back of my neck draws me closer, his mouth meeting mine.
His other goes to my ass, squeezing as he grinds our crotches together, making me moan into his open mouth.
The hand on my neck joins his other on my butt to lift me higher, letting his cock slip behind me. One arm around his neck, I take the initiative and reach back to guide him toward my hole. What? I wanna know how he measures up.
I’ve been in this position before with Khazak, but it’s still a little awkward finding the right angle.
There’s a brief moment where I’m grumbling into Ragnar’s mouth, but once I find it, I sink right down.
He’s not as thick as Khazak, I already knew that, but wow, he has this slight curve up that strokes right over that one spot.
I shudder as I make my way to the base. Then the hands on my ass are grabbing and lifting me before dropping me right back down.
“Fuck,” I curse, breaking our kiss.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Ugh, he’s worse than me.
His hands still on my ass, he uses them to hold me up slightly, and with the extra space, he snaps his hips up to meet mine.
I yelp, bracing myself against his shoulders as he fucks up into me.
I feel my dick between us, half-hard and occasionally slapping against his skin.
He doesn’t tire of his position or pace, pausing occasionally only to take a quick breather.
It doesn’t take long before I can feel myself building to another climax—the first one not brought on by Khazak.
“Gonna...cum,” I feel the need to announce.
“Fuck yeah,” Ragnar growls, unable to stop himself from fucking me a little faster.
Still gripping his shoulders tightly, I look past him and outside the tent.
For the first time, I notice there are figures walking around.
I wouldn’t exactly call it a crowd, but there are definitely people gathering, walking around, and peering into tents like very public peeping toms. It seems that is the intention, in fact.
And of course, just as I finally feel myself cresting over the edge, just as Ragnar slams me down onto his lap to really feel my hole spasming on his length, I lock eyes with someone looking into ours.
I think that might have made me cum even harder than usual.
The people don’t go away as Ragnar pounds into me, but I stop looking at them, worried I’ll feel too self-conscious to continue.
I close my eyes, pulling back to kiss Ragnar more as my hips begin moving of their own accord.
I manage to wring one more out of myself while riding his pole before he takes back control, which I remember is something I really, really like.
I’m a little fuzzy as to how long Ragnar has me to himself, but at some point, we move.
Nylan is now in the center of the tent, lying on his stomach.
I am also in the center of the tent, right on top of and inside of Nylan.
Another first! Ragnar kneels in front of us, his thick and angry looking cock being passed back and forth between our mouths.
Behind us, Khazak is bent over, face to my ass as he laps at my hole, his hands on my hips driving me in and out of Nylan.
I nuzzle down against Nylan’s neck, gently nipping at his pointed ear as my hips pump up and down above his ass.
I’m starting to get overwhelmed by the sensations: the warm thick tongue prodding at my hole, the tightness around my cock, the sounds from Nylan’s mouth (when it isn’t stuffed with orc dick).
Soon I can add the feeling of my own ass being filled as Khazak climbs over the both of us, his still-slick cock prodding against my hole for only a second before sliding all the way in.
I groan, overcome by the feeling of stuffing and being stuffed at the same time.
Each time he snaps his hips down, he fucks me farther into Nylan, pulling more moans from the half-elf’s mouth.
Ragnar soon takes his turn in my mouth, Nylan licking against the base of his owner’s shaft and balls while I’m filled at both ends.
Deciding he needs more leverage, Khazak pushes himself up on his hands.
I whimper as he slips out of me, then he’s pulling me back with him, positioning me on my hands and knees.
Not hard to figure out what happens next, and he re-enters me as I look across to see Ragnar has turned Nylan around to do the same.
We’re both of us on all fours, only inches from each other’s faces as our owners resume their fucking.
Each time they press in, we are pushed forward a little more, until we are finally close enough for our mouths to meet.
Moaning eagerly, the two of us kiss as we are thoroughly fucked face to face.
“Oh fuck,” Nylan whispers pulling away, face screwed up as he lets out a high-pitched squeak of a whimper as he’s fucked though his own anal orgasm.
I quickly recapture his mouth, especially since I feel my own rapidly approaching, and I’d rather muffle my own sounds.
If things continue—and I have no reason to doubt that they will—they are going to start getting very, very intense.
As the orgasm crashes over me, one of my hands reaches blindly for Ny’s, squeezing tightly as I’m fucked through. ..fuck, is it seven or eight now?
I’m not actually trying to keep track. I bet someone watching outside the tent is.
Doesn’t matter. Our two men seem to have found their position and tempo of choice, and two sets of hands continue to almost bruise our hips as they fuck us in the night air.
Nylan and I can barely keep ourselves up, both our chests collapsing to the mattress at some point during the fuck fest.
Our hands still grip each other tightly and our faces are turned together, though neither of us is actually able to focus on the other.
I can feel myself drooling, and my eyes roll back as I start to ride another prostate-gasm, the muscles in my hole fluttering weakly against the bulky invader.
I have no idea when either of the orcs are going to cum; I’m not sure they’re even trying to cum.
I’m not sure of anything right now. I didn’t think having your brains fucked out was a real thing.
Maybe they’ll get so fucked out I won’t remember enough of this in the morning to feel shame.
I doubt my ass is gonna let me forget.