Chapter 10 #2
Food is already on the fire by the time we get back to camp, which is even harder for me to find thanks to the illusion hiding the campfire.
From the inside, you can actually see where the camp perimeter ends, a ring of darkness surrounding the light of the fire.
Dinner is rabbits and birds, and frankly less than an ideal amount for eleven people.
We make do though, and everyone starts eating once the last of the rangers has returned.
Khazak assigns one of the officers to spend the following morning fishing, something Druid Darkwolf offers to assist with.
After our earlier talk about eyes, I can’t help but look around at the others while we sit around the fire, noticing for the first time just how wide all of the orcs’ pupils are in the darkness.
Must be useful for hunting. We aren’t up for too much later after that, everyone exhausted from all their patrols.
The watch shift is decided, and everyone turns in for the night.
When I wake up next, it’s dark, almost pitch black, the only light coming from the faint glow of the campfire barely penetrating the stretched leather walls of the tent.
What time is it? Khazak is asleep behind me, arm around my waist with a leg thrown over mine, while Orim is in his own bedroll in front of me.
We’ve probably only been asleep a few hours since we haven’t been woken up for our watch shift yet.
Ugh, why am I awake? Especially if I’m going to have to wake up again in like an hour anyway.
I silently grumble to myself and try to find a comfortable position to fall back to sleep in.
As I shift, so does the body behind me, and I can feel Khazak hard against me, only noticing now how hard my own dick is.
We haven’t had sex all week, too busy or tired from work.
I know I was a virgin a couple of months ago, but we’ve been having sex at least every other day up until now. I have needs!
I reach down and give myself a squeeze. I haven’t jerked off in all this time either.
Like, over a month. That’s gotta be some kind of record for me.
I wonder if I could...pull one off right now (heh).
I mean, I know I’m capable—you don’t grow up sharing a bedroom with a twin brother and not learn how to rub one out in secret—but what do I do with the uh, aftermath?
...I guess I could eat it? The thought makes my stomach roll. I’ve swallowed the cum of a few men at this point, but something about the thought of tasting my own just seems different and weird.
...I mean, I’m still gonna do it. What? I’m fuckin’ horny!
With a hand still holding on to myself, I shift my top leg downward very slowly, trying not to wake the orc I’m sharing a bedroll with.
I’ve done this before but never with someone directly behind me.
Or touching me, either. But I’m less worried about waking up Sir than I am Orim. Hell, Sir might join in.
I grip myself firmly, sliding my hand down and pulling the skin back from my head. I think for a second about spitting to get things slick, but I’m not sure how silently I can do that. Plus, it’s the middle of the night, and my mouth is pretty dry. ‘S alright, I can make it work.
I start to stroke myself slowly, just small movements of my wrist. It feels good, but it’s not enough.
There’s no way I’ll cum like this. Feeling a little bolder, I start to use my whole arm, making the top of our bedroll moving slightly with each pump of my hand.
It’s still not quite enough, but maybe if I just mo—
“What do you think you are doing?” Khazak’s voice whispering in my ear almost makes me yelp in surprise.
“Jerking off?” I answer in a whisper once my heart stops pounding.
“Right now? You could not wait for a more opportune moment?” His mouth is right next to my ear, and it makes me shiver. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
“What? We haven’t had sex in like five—” I pause when I process the second thing he said. “Since when do I need permission to jerk off?!” I try to aim my voice behind me, my eyes watching Orim’s form, paranoid we’re going to wake him.
“I am not sure why you were ever under the impression that you did not. I own that part of you the same as everything else.” The way he’s whispering in my ear is hot, even when he says something ridiculous like that.
“You can’t—”
“Can and have, David.” His tone is full of finality.
“But—”
Orim’s sudden mumbling cuts me off, making me freeze. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but Sir does and responds. Orim says something that sounds vaguely like a question, and when Khazak answers him, he chuckles, saying something else before rolling over and facing away from us.
“What just happened?” I am a little too freaked out to pay attention after getting surprised by both orcs in the last five minutes.
“After I informed him of our busy schedule and your apparent dire need for attention, he wanted to give us some privacy.” I can hear the smirk on his face.
“I do not have a ‘dire need’!” I whisper-yell.
“And yet you have spent the last two minutes complaining about not being allowed to masturbate.” If it wouldn’t get my ass tanned, I’d elbow him in the stomach right now. “You have not even tried asking me for permission yet.”
“Fine. Can I jerk off?” I’m not even sure I want to anymore at this point. My dick is only at half-mast after all that. Also, everyone is awake now.
“No,” he responds smugly. I don’t know why I thought that would work. “But now that I am awake, I suppose it is my responsibility to make sure you are taken care of.”
“What? He’s right next to us.” I immediately get Khazak’s words. I know Orim said he was giving us ‘privacy,’ but come on. “I get that you guys are open with this stuff, but that still seems pretty rude.”
“Ruder than continuing to loudly whisper next to him while he is trying to sleep?” Okay, I am seriously starting to weigh the pros and cons of nut-tapping a smart-ass orc in a tent in the middle of the forest. “You know, there is one option that would not be rude at all.”
I don’t get what Khazak is implying until he nudges me in Orim’s direction.
The fact that I’m still considering doing anything right now, and that my dick isn’t completely soft, tells me I’m not against the idea.
I’ve certainly gotten more comfortable with checking out a man’s body lately, and I’d be lying if I hadn’t done that to Orim at least once or twice.
I’m just a little worried it might make things weird between us.
Not that things got weird with Ragnar or Nylan.
..and it would be less rude than just fucking next to him.
..which I’ve apparently decided is happening now.
I tap Orim gently on the shoulder, getting him to turn around and face me.
When he does, the lack of light means I can’t tell how he’s looking at me right now.
I’m not sure how much of that conversation he was paying attention to or even understood.
When I lean forward and slowly press my lips to his, there’s a small sound of surprise before he begins kissing me back gently.
I feel the rumble from Sir’s chuckle behind me, his own cock not having lost an inch of its hardness.
After running his hand down my chest and stomach, he flips down the top of our bedroll, turning away from me so that he can rummage through his bag.
As I continue to slowly kiss Orim, I feel a familiar magical charm being pressed to my stomach followed by the sound of a vial of oil being opened.
I place one hand on Orim’s side as Khazak turns me slightly, so he can better access my ass.
In turn, he rubs his hand along my back, finally daring to slip his tongue into my mouth.
I eagerly deepen the kiss while a slick finger prods at my hole.
Orim’s tusks are larger than Khazak’s, and I’m still impressed by how easy it is to kiss with them.
I groan low into Orim’s mouth as the finger inside me pushes deeper.
One finger becomes two, and then three, Sir wanting to make sure I’m really opened up.
I appreciate it because after not taking anything up my ass for the last week, I really seem to have tightened back up.
That’s not something I’ve ever thought before.
Orim’s cock is pressing into my thigh, and I am thankful for his mouth swallowing down my whimpers since I still don’t want to wake up anyone else in the camp.
Khazak shifts behind me, lining up his groin with my ass and prodding me with his hard length.
I reach back with the hand I had on Orim’s shoulder, holding myself open as Sir guides his cock home.
I gasp when the head breaches me, grabbing Orim in front of me to hold myself steady as Khazak enters and stretches me.
I reach my hand down to the new ranger’s cock, squeezing it and pulling a few moans from its owner.
Khazak’s grip on my hip tightens as he bottoms out, tearing me from Orim’s mouth as I adjust to him.
After giving me a moment to recover, Orim reaches for my head, this time guiding me toward his chest.
Swiping my tongue out against his green skin, I find my mouth placed right over his nipple.
Feeling him shudder as I slide over it, I latch on with my mouth, sucking lightly and getting another shudder.
Behind me, Sir pulls his hips back before pressing himself back into my hole.
He pumps himself into me at a steady pace, the faint sound of our skin slapping together filling the tent.