Chapter Six
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Jasmine
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Heaven help me.
I'm carried into a bedroom, and I catch a brief glimpse of the place. An incredibly massive bed graces the center of the room, and aside from a fireplace that Tristian has lit, casting warmth into the space, there's nothing else.
Alexander keeps an arm wrapped around the small of my back, forcing me to arch over, offering my breasts to these three orcs.
They suckle on my nipples, drawing me deep into their hot mouths, soaking me with their wetness before they nip and bite.
I thrash in their arms, my mind an ocean of conflict as wetness seeps from between my thighs, yet shyness compels me to keep my legs closed.
They're twice my size, and I'm virtually powerless against them, but their scent—mint with a hint of cardamom, quintessentially them—drives me wild. I want to crawl into them and feel their heat from the inside.
Alexander lowers himself onto the bed, positioning me on his lap with my back against his chest.
Marquis parts my legs and stands between them. I cry out in fear and apprehension as he removes his boots and pants, freeing his cock.
Momentarily shocked, having never seen a human penis in real life, I can safely say the orcs possess abnormally large, long, thick cocks.
They're not meant for human consumption.
His meaty rod matches the color of his skin and, like his skin, is roped with veins.
The head is a darker shade of green, and from the deep slit in the center, a thread of silky, luminescent green essence drips from him.
Is that the color of their pre-cum? It's so beautiful I want to touch it, taste it.
Still, I've never seen anything more beautiful and monstrous at the same time.
He's going to kill me with that. They're all going to kill me with their cocks before my heartfire does.
I try to scramble away over Alexander's shoulder as the realization sinks in. But Alexander keeps me in place, and then it's Tristian standing beside me.
He's naked now.
Oh boy.
I renew my efforts to flee, but Tristian grips my jaw in his massive hand, holding me still.
While Alexander leaves stinging bites on the side of my neck and Marquis slowly pumps his length, his gaze fixed on the center of my thighs, his heat falling onto my soaked pussy, Tristian guides his cock to my lips.
A tsunami of sensation engulfs me. He forces my lips apart by slipping his fingers into my mouth, then squeezes his shaft until a drop of his essence falls onto my tongue.
My eyes flutter closed as his taste rests on my tongue before it melts, and as I swallow, it spreads through my veins like sweet lava.
I open my eyes, my gaze locked with his, my eyebrows knitted as I savor the remnants of his lingering flavor, only to crave more as if my life depends on it.
I close my eyes, and Tristian takes it as a cue to drizzle a little more of his pre-cum into my open mouth.
Everything is amplified now; his effect on my entire being is intoxicating, and his taste is addictive. I want more.
I shudder with pure delight as Alexander sucks harder on the flesh at the side of my throat.
I silently beg for another morsel until a rush of his essence fills my mouth, and I can't breathe, struggling to swallow it all.
A different kind of wetness gathers in my pussy. Panic sets in. I tighten my womb, desperately trying to close my legs, terrified that if I exhale again, a stream of liquid will gush out of me—all while trying not to choke on Tristian's essence.
Panic makes me writhe in Alexander's arms, but I can't move, not with his arm around my waist and Tristian's cock in my mouth keeping me pinned in place.
I cry out. I'm going to wet myself. I'm going to choke. But the incoherent sounds falling uselessly from my lips, filled with pre-cum and Tristian's cock, are immediately silenced when Marquis brings the head of his cock to my pussy.
He parts my folds with the broadness of his head and settles at the entrance of my center, making me feel as if I've been speared.
My body goes into overdrive. The foreignness of his length, the stretching burn, despite him being nestled just at my entrance, has me trying to push him away, gasping as I swallow the steady flow of Tristian's pre-cum.
"It is all right, sweet one. I only want to help you," Marquis says as Tristian lowers his hand from my jaw and wraps it around my throat, adding to my panic. Then he slowly releases his hold, and I gulp down air along with the ambrosia he left in my mouth.
I realize Marquis's cock is serving as a plug to keep my deluge at bay. I no longer have that overwhelming need to wet myself. Marquis has prevented the dire humiliation I would feel if I did.
Alexander takes my breasts in his massive hands, massaging and squeezing until my swollen, achy nipples harden even more. Dear god. Why do they feel as if they're on fire?
Tristian continues to feed me his pre-cum; his stream is copious now, filling me quicker than I can draw a breath. He growls when he feels my throat move as I swallow almost frantically.
Something starts to leak from my breasts. Oh god, what is happening to me? Tristian allows me a moment to lower my head. Alexander squeezes my breasts, and I see...
My breath hitches. My thoughts scatter, and my pulse thuds so hard against my flesh it's going to break through.
This is not supposed to be happening. I'm not supposed to leak milk from my breasts. I'm not pregnant.
Am I broken? I make a concerted effort to cover my breasts, now red-hot with embarrassment at their witnessing this.
"I'm sorry," I say, frantic. Am I having an allergic reaction to them?
"It is all right, sweet one," Alexander says. "We need your milk to grow our tusks. The more of Tristian's ichor you take, the stronger our tusks will be."
"What?" I say weakly, but that's all I'm allowed before Tristian takes me in hand again. My panic at being unable to swallow fast enough is nothing compared to this.
This time, I'm gasping, fighting for my life, while my body succumbs to a suffocating need to come, to fuck, even though I've never done it before.