Chapter 13

Thirteen

My breath shudders out of me. Anticipation and need have blood pounding in my ears, and I know they'll both soon scent it on me. My insides feel hot and liquidy, my skin stretched too thin.

Torren turns his attention on me. "If you wish to stop, you only need to say it." He whips his gaze from me to Morg. "Either one of you. Is that understood?"

"Aye," Morg rasps at the same time as I squeak, "Yes!"

"Good," Torren purrs. "Now, kiss her."

Morg's wide-eyed gaze finds me, and he pauses as if asking permission, but I'm already leaning in. He cups my face just like Torren did earlier, then brings his mouth to mine. The first brush of our lips is tentative, but we've been here before, and I'm familiar with his taste. I want it again—I'm craving it so badly, I cannot stop myself from sweeping my tongue over Morg's lower lip. He groans, and that soft sound seems to break his barriers. He surges in, parting my lips with his tongue, and kisses me passionately. Guiding my face to the side, he deepens the connection, then breaks away, breathing hard.

"Good." Torren twists away from us, lifts the chair from the other side of the room, and brings it closer to his bed. He's close enough to see everything but not enough to touch.

"Take her into your lap," he instructs. "Aye, just like that."

Morg grabs me by the waist and brings me to sit across his knees. His arm goes around my waist, and I lean into his warmth, my hands clenching in his tunic.

"Now lift your skirts, Jasmine," Torren says. "And spread your legs for me."

Morg helps me shuffle around, then grins wickedly down at me and swings me around so my back is to his chest and my legs are on either side of his thighs. Then he spreads his knees farther apart, opening me toward Torren.

"All right?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes," I gasp. "Just—just hold me close."

I've never done anything like this before. After reading a particularly racy novel from the lending library in secret, I'd explored my body enough to know that it was capable of pleasure, but those shivery, furtive delights can't compare to what I'm already feeling now—and Morg hasn't even touched me yet.

Morg wraps his arm tight around my waist. "I won't let go. I promise."

"Hold on to your skirts, Jasmine," Torren instructs. "You're so beautiful."

He's looking at both of us, and I think Morg knows it—he must know it, must see how passionate Torren is about this. The older orc might have avoided answering his own question, but I know he wants this with every fiber of his being.

Morg reaches between my legs without Torren's instruction. "Oh, fuck, you're wet. I didn't expect you to be this wet, Jasmine. You want this, don't you?"

"Yes!" I lean my head back to look him in the eyes. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. Do you believe me now?"

Instead of answering, he leans down to kiss me. I soften in his arms, my body going limp as he invades my mouth and licks against my tongue. Then he rolls two fingers over my slick pearl, and I nearly come out of my skin.

"Oh!" I arch my back, chasing more contact. "Gods, why is this so intense?"

"Because he's your mate," Torren rasps. "He knows exactly what you need, Jasmine."

I sense Morg's attention is on the older orc and realize this is the first time Torren has said out loud that Morg is my mate, too.

"Torren," Morg murmurs. "She feels so good."

My other mate moves his chair a foot closer to the bed. "Tell me."

Morg's exhale brushes over the naked skin of my shoulder, a little unsteady. Then he says, "She's so warm. Her lips are the softest thing I've ever touched."

Torren keeps his gaze on my face, and I can't avert my eyes. He grips the chair with both hands as if he's barely keeping himself from reaching for me.

"How about her pussy?" he asks.

Slowly, Morg dips one thick finger into my core. It's an awkward angle, and soon, there's the pinch of pain I was expecting. I gasp, stiffening slightly in Morg's arms, and he retreats immediately.

"Ah, love," he murmurs against my ear. "We'll have to take care of that before we can fuck."

I swallow thickly. "I know. I've heard it's best to just get it over with." I look from him to Torren. "And I trust you. So…"

I motion with my hand to indicate that they can decide what's best.

Torren lunges from his chair and kneels in front of me, between my spread legs. "I don't know of a way to make it painless," he says, staring at the spot where Morg is swirling his finger lightly over my pearl, not enough to really build up the pleasure, but not breaking the contact either. "But we can help you so it doesn't hurt as much. Would you like that?"

I nod immediately. "I trust you," I repeat. "Completely."

Torren leans his forehead on my knee for a moment, his big shoulders shuddering.

Morg kisses my temple and whispers, "Thank you, love." Then he taps Torren's arm.

The older orc looks up at him.

"Together?" Morg asks.

"Aye," Torren agrees. "Kiss her."

Morg takes my chin with one hand and kisses me deeply. He moves his hand away from my pussy, and I want to protest, but then Torren nudges my knees wider apart, opening me to him. Morg leans farther back to give him access until we're lying on the bed, my body spread on top of his. With surprisingly deft fingers, he undoes the laces of my gown and pushes my neckline lower, so my breasts pop free.

I gasp, instinctively reaching up to cover myself.

"Don't," Torren commands. "Morg will play with your nipples while I lick this beautiful pussy and make you come."

My lips part on an outraged gasp. "Lick?"

But my protest fades away quickly as he lowers his head between my legs and touches his tongue to my pearl for the very first time.

My hips jerk violently at the sensation. His tongue is rough and long and so wonderfully hot. The friction he creates with every swipe sets my legs trembling, and I wrap one hand in Torren's silky hair, tugging to keep him in place.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he groans. "I will taste this pussy every day until I die, I promise you this."

"A-all right," I stutter, "Yes!"

Morg's large hands cup my heavy breasts. I've been teased about them all my life, but they fill his hands perfectly, and when he pinches my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, I forget all about feeling self-conscious.

"Oh gods!" Pressure builds inside me, needing an outlet to escape. "I can't take this much longer. Please!"

"I love how you scream," Morg growls. "I want your voice echoing in my head every time I fuck you, Jasmine."

Torren's fingertip grazes the opening of my pussy, testing the resistance of my maidenhood. Then he sucks the pearl between his lips, and I nearly levitate off Morg, so intense are the sensations he inflicts in me.

"Oh!" I grab a fistful of Torren's hair and tug, hard. "Yes!"

He laughs, then does it again, only this time, he keeps licking and sucking me without stopping, and the pleasure crests, rising inside me like the tide. Finally, it breaks. I cry out, helpless in their arms but so powerful with the newfound knowledge of what my body can do.

It's at that moment that Torren pushes his fingers deep inside me, and the pleasure takes on a painful edge. He doesn't move his hand, only keeps it in place while he continues to lick and suck my pearl, prolonging my pleasure. The pinch is there, and I clench my inner muscles instinctively around this new intrusion, but it's fading along with my climax.

Now Morg's kisses turn soft, and though he's still cupping my breasts in both hands, his every caress is gentle. The orc between my legs kisses the inside of my thigh, his stubble scratching my soft skin. He licks his lips, which are wet with the proof of my pleasure, though his fingers are still deep in my pussy, as if he's reluctant to let go.

"Did it hurt?" he asks, his voice rough.

I consider lying, but I don't want to do that with them. "Only a little. It's better now."

"I'm sorry." He presses another kiss on my knee. "It won't hurt next time, that much I know."

Slowly, he pulls his fingers from me and stands, then turns to walk to the tapestry behind which his bathroom niche is hidden. The sound of splashing water tells me he's washing himself. I remain spread out on top of Morg, too spent to move—and besides, his arm has come to band around my stomach, so I don't think he wants me to get up just yet.

I move my hands to cover myself, because I'm feeling too exposed now that Torren has moved away.

"Wait."

His voice has me looking up, my skirts bunched in my hands. He's returning from the bathroom, a washcloth in hand. He kneels between my legs again and cleans me gently, swiping the cool cloth over my thighs and finally my oversensitive pussy. I shiver at the sensation, then glance down to see that the linen cloth is smeared with pink, the proof of my maidenhood, gone.

I really did this.

A faint flicker of worry rises inside me at the thought, because this really means that there's no turning back—I've chosen my path now and I'd be considered ruined in the eyes of most humans. But it's quickly chased away by the deep-seated knowledge that I don't care.

I did choose. The two males taking such good care of me are my choice, and I don't regret it for a moment.

Morg tugs up the neckline of my dress, tucking my breasts back into the fabric. I help him, shifting on top of him a little, and he groans underneath me.

That's when I realize he's hard, his cock nestled against my ass. I freeze. Torren has gone completely silent, his big, rough hands resting on my naked knees. And he's staring at my pussy, his nostrils flaring wide, his expression fierce.

"Oh gods." I scramble to sit up, off Morg's lap and onto the bed.

Morg shoots up as well, sitting beside me. "What's the matter?"

The movement dislodges Torren's grip as well. My skirts slip over my thighs, covering me. He glowers, then leans back, still kneeling in front of us. His expression is shutting down as I watch him, and I think he believes I regret this. But that couldn't be further from the truth.

"I've been so selfish," I squeak. "I didn't even think that you might want—that you're also…" I motion helplessly at Morg's lap where his cock strains beneath the front of his leather pants.

Morg laughs out loud, falling back on the bed to lean on his elbows. Torren groans and runs his palm over his face, muttering something that's too low for me to hear. Now that I'm sitting up, I can see that he's similarly affected, the bulge in his pants testifying to his state.

"What?" I raise my hands, more than a little embarrassed. "You-you gave me…"

"A climax?" Morg supplies, a wicked grin lighting up his handsome face. "You can call it what it is, love."

I desperately fight a blush, but the heat tells me my cheeks are turning pink. "Yes. That. But I haven't given you anything in return."

"If you think we got nothing from this, you couldn't be more wrong," Torren tells me. "I got to taste my mate for the first time. And this one here," he points at Morg, "got to hold you as you came apart in his arms."

Morg nods at his words. "Besides, it's not a one-for-one deal, Jasmine."

"It's not?" I bite the inside of my cheek, still worried. "So you don't want to…come?"

Torren lets out a rough breath. "More than anything. But I will wait until you two return to your rooms to deal with this."

I glance at Morg, noting how his gaze slips down to Torren's lap and back. His cheeks are slightly flushed, a darker green than the rest of his skin.

"Why?" he blurts.

Torren frowns at him. "What?"

"Why will you wait for us to go?"

Morg's voice wobbles just a tiny bit as he challenges Torren, but he doesn't waver when the older orc's scowl deepens. Morg lifts his chin and glares at him defiantly.

"If we're doing this," he says, "we might as well do it right, no? You asked me earlier what I wanted." Morg motions at the older orc. "Well, I want you to show us how you make yourself come."

A muscle twitches in Torren's cheek. Then he flicks his gaze to me, as if checking in. I'm not sure I trust myself to speak, but I give him a small smile and a nod, because I do want us to do this right. I want to be here for his pleasure, just as he was here for mine.

Suddenly, Torren stands. He seems to have reached a decision, because he puts his hands to the laces of his pants and tugs them open with quick movements. He shoves them down just enough that his cock springs free and wraps his fist around it, squeezing.

And I get my first glimpse at an orc cock from up close. I'd seen a naked orc male from a distance in the baths, but I hadn't been paying attention—and there'd been too much mist in the air to see clearly anyway.

There's nothing to keep me from observing Torren, though. His breath rushes from his mouth in a low groan. He flicks his wrist over his thick shaft, as if he'd been holding it back all this time. The cock is green like the rest of him, only slightly darker in color, and has a broad, rounded head.

But it's the bulge at the bottom that draws my attention. Surely…surely not all cocks are like that? I've never heard of a human one that looked like that, not that I spent a lot of my time talking about cocks before I came here.

"That's a knot, love," Morg murmurs.

He has sat up behind me, and now he puts his arms around my waist, tugging me to lean back against him as we watch.

"A knot?" I ask, breathless and unable to look away from Torren.

"Aye." Morg's lips skim down my neck, and he sinks his teeth lightly in my shoulder. "Once you come, it'll slip inside you and lodge deep, so none of the cum we fill you with will escape."

I twitch in his embrace, embarrassed but burning up inside. "That's… Oh gods."

I stare at the tip of Torren's cock where a drop of milky-white liquid spills out, dripping down Torren's fingers. Morg called it cum, and I know it's the seed that will make me pregnant if we do this.

Or not, if I drink the tea Ritta gave me.

I appreciate the choice she offered me, though I can't push the thought of those lovely orc children from my mind.

"How does it feel when you touch it?" I ask. Curiosity gets the best of me, so I lean forward, wanting to see better. "The knot, I mean?"

Torren's breath whistles through his gritted teeth. "It feels so good. And with you looking at me like that, I won't last long."

I raise my gaze from his cock to his face. He's staring down at me, at my lips, then at my breasts, hastily contained in my dress.

Morg trails his palm down my back, then up again. "You know what would make him wild?" he murmurs.

I glance back at him, interest rising. "What?"

He gives me a wicked grin, then flicks his gaze to Torren as if he wants to gauge the effect of his words. "If you show him those tits. He'd probably die before saying it, but I bet he'd love to come all over them."