Epilogue One

Early summertime

The clear lake water laps at my ankles, cold and biting despite the warm summer day.

"Come on, Jasmine," Morg calls, floating in the middle of the lake, lifting his arms in a lazy backstroke to propel him farther from the shore. "It's perfect. You'll enjoy it once you're in."

I take a step deeper. My feet slide around on the round stones, so I throw out my arms for balance. "Humans are more sensitive to cold, you know."

Torren, who is standing about fifteen feet from me, submerged to the waist and washing his hair, snorts at me. "I can carry you in if you prefer."

"No thank you," I reply quickly.

I made the mistake of accepting Morg's offer on the first day we came to the cabin by the lake—and regretted it soon after because he jumped straight in, dousing us both in cold water. My shriek had echoed over the lake and around the clearing, scaring a flock of ducks into flight.

This little honeymoon was Morg's idea. After the long winter of being cooped up inside the Hill, working on various projects, we'd all wished for some privacy. King Gorvor permitted us to use this cabin, which had been built years ago as a hunting and fishing shelter.

Every orc who has stayed here has improved it somehow—by painting the shutters, adding the porch, or bringing new blankets. Since the day before yesterday, when we arrived here, Morg has sharpened all the knives from the large wooden chest and fixed an iron latch on the door, I swept away all the cobwebs and climbed on the roof to repair some of the shingles that had gotten loose over the winter, and Torren has chopped enough wood for the stove to last for months.

It's the most perfect place in the orc kingdom, with one significant downside—the lake water is so cold, getting in the lake is a significant challenge.

I take several deep breaths, walk quickly forward until the water reaches my upper thighs, then I stop again, groaning. "I can't do this."

Morg flips to his front and swims toward me, grinning. "I'm coming, love. I'll help you."

"No!" I splash water toward him, not that it reaches him. "I'll go myself."

"Hurry," he says. "Or I'll get you."

I know he'll topple me over if he reaches me before I submerge myself, and it'll be worse, somehow, than doing it on my own.

"Morg…" Torren warns, but he doesn't step in to help me.

I scowl at him then grit my teeth and take another step forward, then another. The cold water closes over my backside and laps at my belly. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, my nipples tightening. Morg's gaze narrows, and he swims faster, coming straight at me.

So with a yelp, I gather all my courage and bend my knees to submerge myself to my chin. Then Morg is there, scooping me up and hauling me close to his body.

"There you are," he rumbles.

His warmth leaches into me, so I wrap myself around him, locking my legs around his waist.

"I'm never letting go," I tell him. "You brought this on yourself, I'll have you know."

He laughs and supports my ass with one hand. "If you think I'm going to complain, you're mistaken."

Torren comes up behind me and puts his hands on my waist. "You did it," he praises me. "You dived in by yourself."

I look around the still lake and relax slightly in Morg's arms. "I suppose it's not so bad, now that I'm in the water. But I can't stay here for long. Humans aren't made to be this chilled."

Torren swipes his palms over my sides, then dips a hand between Morg and me and lowers it to my pussy. "Then we'd better make sure you're clean."

Biting back a sigh, I try to glower at him. "It's only been half an hour. You can't tell me you're ready to go again."

We haven't even put away the blankets we'd spread on the grass to enjoy the warm sunshine. We just left them on the shore and dove for the lake to wash off the sticky residue of our lovemaking. I'd been worried about being so exposed outside our little cabin, but Morg told me he and Torren would hear anyone approaching from a mile off, so I let go and experienced my first climax under the blue sky.

Now Torren presses his body closer to my back, enough that I feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my ass. "I'm always ready for you, sweetheart."

"I thought the cold water would be an issue, if nothing else," I muse, shivering lightly.

Morg grasps my ass tighter and rolls his hips up. He's hard as well, his dark eyes glinting with humor. "No issues here."

I snort, though my body is warming up from the inside, too, the knowledge of how much they want me stirring my slumbering passion. I loosen my grip on Morg and allow Torren to wash me thoroughly—not just my pussy but my whole body, from the tips of my toes to my face, he rubs his palms over me gently until I'm a soft, happy mess.

I bring one hand to Morg's cheek and kiss him slowly, tangling my tongue with his. Torren rewards us by rubbing his fingertips over my pearl, which has grown slick and sensitive again. The cool lake water is a delicious contrast to his warm skin, and I wonder if it would really be so bad if we remained here a while longer. They could take me like this, as they have before, Morg's knot pulsing in my pussy and Torren carefully sliding into my ass, stretching me so beautifully.

But I've wanted to talk to them for a while, and this moment is as good as any to open up a discussion we've been avoiding for months.

"I have something I want to tell you," I say, breaking my kiss with Morg and reaching for Torren with one hand.

Torren pauses his teasing and leans in to press his forehead against mine. "What's the matter?"

I bite the inside of my cheek, worrying it with my teeth. "I'd like to stop taking my tea," I confess. "I didn't take my dose this morning, but I can still do it if you'd rather wait a little more."

Morg's hands tighten on me, and he lets out a harsh exhale. "You want to have a baby? With us?"

I laugh. "Yes, with you. Who else?"

Then I turn to Torren, who has frozen still, staring at me with a serious expression.

"Are you all right?" I ask him. "I thought you'd?—"

He crowds closer, until I have to look up to meet his gaze. His chest heaves with a deep breath, and his nostrils flare wide.

"Are you certain, Jasmine?" he demands, his voice rumbling low. "Have you thought well about this?"

I nod, knowing it's true. I've watched the other women in the clan who have had their children, and I've observed the males, and how they took care of their families.

"I want to expand our family," I tell him. "You will be the best fathers, I know it."

Torren moves so quickly, I can barely track his movements. I yelp as I find myself dangling head-down over his shoulder, my hands scrambling for purchase on his warm, wet skin.

I glance up to find Morg staring after us, eyes wide with surprise, but then he throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing over the lake. He runs after us to the shore, because Torren is walking fast, his long strides taking us toward the cabin.

"I'll grab the pillows," Morg calls after us.

We're already entering the cabin, the small space warm from the sun that's been beating down on the roof all afternoon. Golden light spills in through the window, illuminating the large sleeping pallet in one corner of the room. It's a pile of furs and blankets, but we took some of the sheets and pillows out to the lake shore earlier for a picnic that turned into a vigorous round of fucking after Morg fed me some delicious early strawberries.

Now Torren shifts me in his arms so I'm cradled against him, my skin sliding against his. He hasn't said a word since he grabbed me in the lake, and I see his expression now, half feral with want.

"Oh, darling," I say, palming his face. "I'm sorry I've made you wait this long."

He shakes his head and unclenches his jaw with evident difficulty. "I would have waited as long as you wanted. But to hear you say you're ready…" He shakes his head, then captures my mouth in a carnal kiss. "It's worth more to me than you can imagine."

Morg appears in the doorway, arms full of blankets and pillows. He sets them on the bed and spreads them out, creating a cozy nest for us. Then he lies in the middle, his arm folded behind his head. He's so gorgeous, thick muscles stretching out, his green skin glistening with the last of the water drops. He's as hard as before, his cock standing proudly up from his groin, and he wraps his other hand around it, stroking it slowly all the way from head to knot.

"You'll have to let her go, you know," he says to Torren, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Or will you fuck her standing up while I watch?"

His cock twitches in his hand as he says it, as if he's fine with either option. The beauty of our relationship is that Morg and Torren never fight over me. Morg knows full well that he will have me tonight, and he doesn't mind waiting for it, either.

But Torren kneels at the foot of the sleeping pallet and carefully hands me to him. "Make her come, Morg. I want you to eat her pussy until she screams your name, and then you'll take her when she's still clenching on emptiness. You'll give her your knot and fuck all the cum into her pussy."

Morg lets out a groan. "Fuck, yes. Come here, love. Aye, like this."

He guides me up his body until I'm kneeling above him, one knee on either side of his head. I brace my hands on the rough wooden wall of the cabin and lower myself until my pussy meets Morg's lips. He swipes his tongue through my wet folds and lets out a low groan, then fastens his lips over my pearl and gives me one languid suck.

Slowly, he teases me, drawing out my pleasure with practiced licks. He spears his tongue into my pussy to lap up my slickness, then returns to my pearl again. I'm rocking my hips, chasing more contact, but he's content to play and doesn't give in to my demand to speed up his caresses. I'll come like this, I know I will, but Morg is playing with me, and I need more.

Then Morg lets out a surprised shout, his body bowing off the bed behind me. I look over my shoulder and find Torren kneeling between Morg's legs, his big body hunched over as he sucks Morg's cock into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Morg's hot breath fans over my pussy, and he grabs my ass with both hands as if he needs something to hold on to. "Torren, you said I had to fuck her and come inside her pussy. I won't be able to hold on if you're sucking my cock."

Torren pops his mouth off Morg's cockhead, his eyes glinting. "Then you better make her finish fast," he growls. "Don't you dare come, Morg. Don't you dare waste your cum by shooting down my throat. We need all of it inside her pussy."

Then he swallows Morg's cock again, taking it so deep, his lips touch the knot. Morg's moan reverberates around the cabin, and then his grip tightens on my ass. He brings me closer to his mouth, and this time, he's done teasing. He licks my pussy with firm strokes of his tongue, alternating with sucking on my pearl. I cry out when he swipes his fingertips over my ass, pressing gently on my opening. He doesn't breach inside, but the whisper of sensation is enough to shoot pleasure through me.

"Touch your tits, love," he rasps, breathless. "Pinch your nipples for me."

I keep one hand on the wall for balance and cup my heavy breast with my other hand, then pinch the hard nipple between my fingers like he asked.

"Fuck!"

He jerks under me, as if this is too much for him. He's sweating now, his big body straining to keep control. I look down at him, and find him focused single-mindedly on his task, his thick eyebrows pinched together as he devours me.

"You taste so fucking good," he groans. "I can feel you're close, Jasmine. You're growing so wet for me."

I mewl, the rhythm of my hips stuttering. "Yes!"

Then I glance over my shoulder again and meet Torren's gaze just as he releases Morg's cock from his mouth and runs the tip of his tongue around the groove of Morg's cockhead. His expression is one of bliss, and when I notice his other hand moving over his own cock, my mind blanks out with pleasure.

This. This is everything I've ever wanted, my mates enjoying each other while they fuck me, and it's knowledge so powerful, it knocks me over the edge. I cry out, my fingers tightening instinctively on my nipple, shooting sensations right into my core. Morg fits his lips to my pearl and sucks hard. A shocking climax explodes inside me, and I scramble at the wall in an effort to keep upright.

But Torren commands, "Now, Morg."

Strong hands grip my waist, and Morg moves me down his body. His hard cock bumps my ass, but then Torren is there, helping me settle in place. He holds my hips steady while Morg lines himself up and thrusts up into me, filling me with one deep, perfect stroke.

If we hadn't fucked an hour earlier, this might have been difficult, but I'm so wet, and he's slick with precum and Torren's spit, so I slide right down to his knot, guided by Torren's gentle push.

"Take him, sweetheart," Torren coaxes me. "You can do it now."

Soft from my climax, I close my eyes and let myself relax completely. Torren presses my hips down, and with a now-familiar stretch, Morg's knot slips inside me. It pulses deep, the stretching, filling sensation exactly what I needed, just like Torren predicted. I'd missed something inside me when Morg had made me come, so now, I clench eagerly around his girth.

The pleasure is intense, a simmering, swirling pool about to erupt. I open my eyes and glance at Morg. His big body is tense as a bowstring, his hands clenching around my waist. He stares at me, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a ferocious snarl.

"I can't believe I get to come inside you when you're not protected," he growls. "Do you want my cum, Jasmine?"

I nod, bracing my hands on his broad chest. "Yes. All of it."

Torren wraps himself around me from behind, his mouth on my neck. "Milk his knot, sweetheart. You squeeze him well, and I'll help you come again."

I bear down on Morg's cock as much as our connection will allow, then squeeze my inner muscles tight. Morg lets out a strangled shout, then rocks his hips up, cock already twitching inside me. Then Torren reaches down and presses two fingers to my stretched, sensitive pearl, and I move, no longer able to stay still. I circle my hips, digging my fingernails into Morg's skin.

"I love you," he groans. "Fuck, Jasmine, I love you so much."

With one last twitch of his hips, he comes, his knot pulsing, hot jets of his cum coating my pussy. The pressure breaks inside me, and I shatter, my pussy clenching and drawing all that cum deeper into me, just like we wanted.

We still, breathing hard. Torren presses a kiss to my shoulder and caresses me slowly, rubbing his big palms over my hips, my waist, my ass, then settles one over my soft belly.

"You'll grow so round and beautiful," he murmurs. "I can't wait to see you pregnant, Jasmine."

I blink back the tears that spring in my eyes. "We might have to wait a while. This might not happen immediately."

Morg brushes back my messy hair. "I don't care. That just means we get to do this more."

I shake my head with a grin. "I didn't think you'd object."

I move slightly above him, but he groans and clutches my hips. "Hold still, love. I need my knot to go down so Torren can have you, too."

Biting my lip, I glance back at my strong, steady mate. He's being so gentle with me, helping me wind down after my climax, but his expression is tense, his jaw clenched tight.

"Oh, Torren," I say, twisting around to reach for him. "Come here."

He allows me to bring him closer and kisses me slowly, his breath hot against my lips. "I need you."

I nip his lower lip and soothe the sting by sucking it into my mouth. "I know. Just a little while longer."

Morg's cock twitches inside me, and he lets out a low moan. "If you want my knot to dislodge, you should stop kissing. You look so fucking good, I want to fuck you both."

I giggle as Torren growls at him. We've done that too, and often. For how demanding and in-control Torren usually is, he melts to a puddle of mush when Morg takes over and fucks him. After years of barking and sniping at each other, they've finally given way to their affection, and it's been such a privilege to watch it bloom into love.

When I feel Morg's knot loosening inside me, I go to lift my hips, but Torren stops me, one hand on my hip, the other pushing me forward slightly, pressed between my shoulder blades.

"Wait," he orders.

I glance behind me. "What is it?"

He lets go of my hip and reaches down, slipping his fingers to where Morg's shaft is sliding out of me. "I want to stop the cum from trickling out. It needs to stay inside you."

My cheeks flush at the crude image. "Torren, it's all right. There was more than enough of it."

But he just shakes his head, his body tense, muscles bunching up. "Slowly, now."

I glance at Morg, but he's no help either, his gaze sharp as he watches Torren maneuver me carefully off and over the side of his hips. The moment Morg's cockhead slips free, Torren's fingers are there, pushing lightly inside me, just the tips, as if he's trying to stopper my pussy.

"Oh, gods." I shuffle to the side and press my face into the pillows. "Torren. Will you let me wash?"

He growls, a deep sound that reverberates around the room. "No. No washing today." His other hand lands on my thigh, and he pushes my knees farther apart, making room for himself. "We will stay inside you all day. If I'm not fucking you, Morg will take over. And when he's done, I'll be there to give you more cum."

I want to protest that this is unnecessary, but the thought of them passing me back and forth like that has my pussy clenching involuntarily, so I bite my lip and wiggle my hips a little, settling more comfortably on the bed.

"Stay still, now," Torren instructs.

He moves closer, then notches his cock in place and removes his fingers. His cock pushes through the slickness of my juices and Morg's cum easily, and he bottoms out, his knot bumping against my pussy lips.

"That's it," he purrs. "I'll fuck all of Morg's cum deep, then give you my own. You'll be so full of us, Jasmine."

I let out a low moan and brace my hands on the bed. "Faster, Torren."

He takes my hips and draws his cock back, but not all the way—he keeps it lodged inside me all the time, then pounds me in long, steady strokes. My ass bounces with every thrust, and from how his cockhead is dragging over that sensitive button inside me, I know I won't last long.

Morg moves so he's right in front of me, his hand wrapped around his cock. "I want to come again so badly, love," he tells me, his gaze on my face. "But I won't. I like Torren's plan. I have more cum to give you, and it's all yours tonight."

Torren's next thrust is harder, and I cry out, feeling the first tremors of my climax. He grasps my hips more firmly and pulls me back on his cock, our skin smacking together.

"Clean his dick, sweetheart," he demands, his voice harsh, his breath coming in short pants. "Clean him up so he's ready for you."

I moan and reach for Morg, who slides within reach and spreads his legs for me. Bracing one hand beside his hip, I wrap the fingers of my other hand around his knot, then lick his cockhead delicately. The taste, an exquisite mixture of his salty-sweet cum and my juices, has me moaning, and Morg's cock twitches against my mouth. I lick all around the broad cockhead, then suck it down, sliding my lips as far down the shaft as they'll go.

"That's my good little human." Torren's voice is a broken whisper. "Are you ready to come for me again?"

I nod without releasing Morg's cock, thinking Torren will touch my pearl, but he swipes Morg's cum and my slickness up to my ass and slowly, carefully, pushes his thumb inside me.

The sensation of fullness increases, and I cry out around Morg's length. Morg twitches his hips, then draws away from me.

"I don't want to come in your mouth tonight, Jasmine," he growls as he reaches beneath me to cup my tits. "Now come for Torren. He wants to give you all his cum, but he needs you to come first."

He pinches my nipples, hard, and Torren thrusts his cock deep inside me, then presses his thumb down, impaling me completely. My climax rolls over me, and I scream, inner walls pulsing, hands scrambling for something to hold on to.

Then Morg is there, holding me, and as my body loosens, Torren pushes his knot past my pussy lips, lodging in me. He roars his release, every spurt of his hot cum branding me from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck," he groans, shuddering.

He pulls away from my ass and curls his big body over me, as if he's barely keeping himself upright. His cock pulses inside me, prolonging our climaxes.

"You're amazing," I whimper. "That felt so good, Torren."

He rolls us to the side and wraps his arms around me. "This is everything I ever wanted. The two of you, in my bed."

I glance up at Morg, who's staring down at Torren with surprise. But as I watch, tenderness replaces the initial shock, and he pushes back his hair, then lies on his side in front of me. "That's all I want, too."