11. Kharag

When Olivia's eyes widened, I half-expected her to run from me. This was going to be the biggest test of our compatibility. I suspected she was lusty and open to games, considering how she reacted to me on my horse, but this was a little different, and upped the stakes considerably. Not all females were able to handle an orc's sexual appetites and many of us were more open with our desires, liking to be watched and to watch. So I eyed Olivia carefully for her reaction.

During my time as a mercenary, we had camp followers who were compatible with our preferences, not needing the privacy of a tent or wooded area. Some even enjoyed showing off for the eyes of envious others to watch, or eventually participate, if all parties were amenable. I never minded sharing. In fact, I often enjoyed it, but those women were never my mates. I had seen the look in Jarrus's eyes. He too found Olivia engaging, and I wondered if it would be a problem despite his words. Another part of me wondered though if it would be a problem or a welcome distraction on the road?

A spike in Olivia's scent showed her response to the training phallus, and her pupils had blown wide, showing her increased arousal. I could smell her tangy sweet scent in the air, almost taste it, the same taste I had sampled from my fingers several hours ago, and I longed to drink from the source. But, if I did, I worried I would fall into rut and harm her, plunging into her heated depths without adequate preparation. I had felt for myself how tight she was, and I knew she needed this preparation before she could take me.

Her legs opened involuntarily as a blush spread upper neck to her face, her eyes fixed on the phallus. She swallowed hard, and I smiled.

"You know what this is?"

She nodded, mesmerized by the hard phallus. "We have dildos back home. I had one, though not quite that big. How do you have them here?"

"Training our females has been around for centuries and has been important since we have started to rely on females of other species to continue our own. Human females in particular are often smaller than us and need preparation to take us. Every orc or minotaur is given a training kit when they seek a mate. I hadn't expected one and Madame Odelia was kind enough to provide me with one."

She cocked her head, studying the item. "What is it made of? What is this training? And do we have to call it that? I feel like a dog."

I held it out to her. "They can be made of metal, stone, or glass. Mine at home is glass, but this one is metal, more durable and easier to find. Madame Odelia has several styles in her house. These straps are leather for you to wear while walking or doing other activities."

Her eyes widened further. "You mean, I'm going to wear this while we ride? You've got to be kidding me. It's like a fucking butt plug but for my vagina."

"That's the only way to train you, though I won't have you wear it while we ride. We'll just play with it for now. Take off your skirts and lie back in the furs." I deepened my voice, infusing it with a commanding tone.

I half-expected her to argue, but she slipped her split skirt off, folding it neatly by her side and laid on the furs on her back. Her eyes were half-lidded, her pupils blown wide, and her breath coming faster already. I could scent her arousal spiking in the forest air, her syrupy sweetness saturating the air, and my cock tented the front of my trews painfully, begging for release. Not today, I thought regretfully. Not yet.

That was easier that I'd thought. I took out the tub of lubricant that Madame Odelia had supplied and knelt by her side, setting on the side of the furs. She stared at me. A mixture of trepidation and desire rolled into one. Now what? She wasn't a camp follower. She was my mate and deserved a bit more finesse, more romance. What the hell was that?

Changing my mind, and needing to taste her lips, I tugged her up to a sitting position and kissed her, my lips meeting hers in a fiery embrace. The heat between us intensified as her hands instinctively found their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Our bodies pressed against each other, every nerve ending alive with electricity.

Lost in the moment, I let myself be guided by instinct and desire. I licked her lips, then delved inside when she opened, plunging and tasting her sweetness inside. Lust slammed into me as our tongues danced together, her smaller one stroking tentatively at first, then bolder, and I savored every moment. My hands roamed her body, tracing the curves and lines etched upon her skin, each touch a reminder of how much I wanted to fuck her.

Slowly, I pulled away from the kiss, my breath ragging, and gazed into her eyes. She was beautiful, radiant under the soft morning sun that poked through the canopy of trees, and so utterly desirable that I could hardly stand it. But there was something more in her eyes, a need that mirrored my own.

Her taste was addictive, and I needed more. I trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, feeling her heartbeat quicken beneath my touch. I needed to feel her skin, even knowing we didn"t have time for a full session. But I was desperate to see her, to touch her. I slipped my fingers under the bodice of her simple blouse to stroke the tops of her breasts. She gasped into my mouth, then arched into my hold as if urging me on.

Her hands came up and quickly undid the ties holding the blouse together and it fell away, revealing her creamy flesh to my gaze. Her mounds were perfect, filling my hand perfectly, tipped with rosy nipples that my mouth watered to taste. I bent down and sucked one of those tips into my mouth, curling my tongue around it. It was as sweet as the red yuva berries that I gathered for my mother when I was an orcling for our breakfast. I could become addicted to her taste.

Olivia moaned and buried her fingers in my hair, holding my head to her tit as I teased her. My fingers kneaded her other mound, twisting and tormenting her nipple so it wouldn"t be left out. Her soft cries filled the clearing and the scent of her arousal was heavy in the air.

I kissed my way down her soft belly, eager to taste her arousal. Her thighs fell open, exposing her pussy, glistening with desire. I opened her, exposing her soft, pink slit to the air, her slick gathering and dripping onto the furs below. I took a long lick of her pussy, from her entrance to her nub at the top, and she arched into me, her fingers tugging at my hair, pulling me to her. I circled her small entrance, the opening grasping at my finger like a tiny mouth, and I stroked it, while my tongue toyed with her clit, teasing, taunting her.

She moaned and moved restlessly beneath me, bucking and squirming.

I slapped her thighs. "Settle, mate," I growled against her soft folds and went back to my feasting.

Her moans increased and her legs scissored, but I gripped her thighs firmly, holding them still, regretting that I didn't have restraints, or a place to tie her. Suddenly, two large furred hands settled on the inside of her thighs, holding her firmly in place for me, spreading them further, allowing me complete access and control.

Olivia made a sound of surprise, her eyes flying open, and I struggled to my knees, fighting through the haze of lust coursing through me.

Jarrus knelt next to us, an inscrutable expression on his face, but I could see the tension in his jaw. "You looked like you needed assistance, old friend."

I shot a glance at Olivia, expecting to see panic or terror or something on her face. Instead, she looked lust-drunk, lost in passion, as she eased against him, rubbing her face against his thighs. Jarrus, for his part, looked pained, as if the effort to maintain a distance was killing him, but he would do it. He would help but remain separate. His cock was an iron rod in his trews, hard and straight, a wet spot from his pre-cum growing larger every moment.

Could Olivia have two mates? She had reacted as if either of us were potential matches at the reception. It wasn"t unheard of for an orc female to have two, especially since females had become more scarce. Could I handle sharing her? I"d shared other females for pleasure mating. But Olivia was my true mate, a bond mate. If I shared Olivia with Jarrus, it wouldn't be for one time. Not if she was also his mate. The bond would kick in for him and asking him to walk away would be unfair and cruel.

But it had to be her decision.

"Olivia. Mate." My tone was sharp, hopefully to penetrate her haze of lust.

She blinked at me, her eyes focused on me, her tone petulant. "Why did you stop? Is this part of the training? To tease me?"

I gestured to Jarrus, his jaw hard as granite. "Do you remember Jarrus?"

Her expression softened, and she rubbed her face against him, the lust taking over again. "Yes. Smells good."

"Mate. Olivia. Do you want him as your mate?"

She frowned at me as the words settled in. "What about you? You"re my mate."

Jarrus also started at my words, protested, but I held my hand up, stopping him. "Both of us, Olivia. Two mates."

Hope flared in Jarrus"s eyes, but he looked away as if scarcely daring to hope. Olivia looked between us. "Two mates?"

"Both of us." I confirmed.

A slow smile crossed her face. "Okay."

Jarrus"s head whipped around and he stared at her, then me, shocked at the turn of events. I glared at him. "She"s not ready, not for either of us. She needs training."

He snorted, his eyes focused on my face planted between her thighs. "You don"t look like you"re doing a lot of training."

"I'm getting to it."

He narrowed his gaze, his eyes focused on her cunt. "I want a turn."

I struggled for a moment, then nodded. He shifted to a seated position and lifted her onto his lap, positioning her legs on the outside of his thighs, then spreading her open. He held her open with his hands, offering her to me. Maybe a second mate would make life easier, especially with a squirmy human female.

I went back to her pussy, inserting two fingers and curving them, while I sucked the little nub at the top of her slit. She went wild in Jarrus's arms, but he held her firmly, her legs spread to prevent her from closing around me. Her channel pulsed around my finger and I forced in a third finger, stretching her. She cried out, but not in pain.

"She can take more," Jarrus said, his eyes fixed on what I was doing.

"She'll have to," I replied, my cock feeling like an iron bar, cum leaking from it like a faucet onto the forest floor beneath us. My balls were drawn up tight, ready to blow.

I pumped my cock once, twice, then brought the fluids to her cunt, spreading it around her folds. She jolted as if shocked, then moaned, a long, drawn out sound. Good. She was reacting to me as I had hoped.

"This will help prepare you for the claiming."

Her eyes were wide and pupils blown as she stared at me, lust drunk and high on the pheromones and teasing we'd been doing. Jarrus licked up the side of her neck.

"Feed me your tit," he ordered.

She lifted one of her generous mounds and he curled a tongue around it, sucking half of it into his mouth. Her head fell back and her eye closed, lost in the sensations. Satisfied that she was distracted, I squatted, bringing my cock to her pussy, knowing Jarrus was watching even as he tormented her tits. I ran my cock along her slit and notched in her opening. I wouldn't enter her, not yet. She wasn't ready. But she needed preparing, needed to feel my seed, which would soften her further, open her along with the phallus, and change her to accept me.

I pumped my cock once, twice, and it erupted all over her cunt, white ropes of cum covering her pussy. She shrieked and her opening grasped at nothing like a little mouth, begging to be filled. I rammed three fingers inside, bringing some of my seed with it, and I thumbed her nub at the same time, firmly applying pressure. And she went wild, coming hard around my fingers, sucking them inside like a greedy little mouth.

Jarrus groaned. "How does she feel?"

"Like fucking heaven. A hot, tight, wet little mouth. She'll be amazing when I get my cock in here."

Once I was drained, I picked up the training phallus and ran it through the juices that were liberally spread around her cunt. Between her juices and my seed, I wouldn"t need lubricant at all.

Jarrus grunted as he eyed the phallus. "That"s too small."

Olivia tried to twist in his arms, but he held her in an iron grip, and licked at her neck. I shrugged, trying not to feel inadequate against the size of a minotaur cock, which I knew was bigger than an orc's. "It"s a start."

I notched it at her entrance and slid it in an inch. The phallus resembled an orc cock, complete with ridges all along its length. Olivia"s mouth fell open, and she sagged against Jarrus. He took her mouth with his, kissing her to distract her.

I moved the phallus in and out a few times, the sounds of her wet pussy almost obscene in the quiet clearing. "Make her come again," Jarrus ordered. "She"ll be looser."

I nodded and leaned forward to suck her nub into my mouth. She twisted and gasped, moaning into Jarrus"s kiss, her body arching the few inches that he let her move. I slid the phallus in a few inches, then out again. I pumped the phallus a few times, going deeper each time as I sucked and licked her clit. She came in a gasping rush, screaming her pleasure to the trees, her juices squirting all over me. As she came, I slid the phallus deeper, relentlessly, until it was fully seated.

Then I pumped it a few more times, in and out as she arched into the movement. Jarrus's gaze was fixed on the sight, his fingers twisting and tugging on her nipples. She sagged against Jarrus, moaning and twitching. I seated the phallus fully, then buckled the leather straps around her thighs, ensuring the phallus would remain in place and stretch her until we were ready to ride. If we were home, she'd wear it all day, but it wouldn't be comfortable on horseback, not with the intense ride we had coming for us.

Jarrus eyed me, heat flaring in his eyes. "My turn."

I nodded and sat on the log while he transferred her to my lap. I held her as he did for me. He sat back on his heels and watched her for a long moment, waiting for her to come down from her orgasm. When her breathing had regulated, he reached out and flicked a hard rosy nipple.

"How do you feel about rings in these?" He asked me, more like a casual conversation, as if we didn"t have our mate, naked and sprawled between us.

I grinned, warming to the idea. "Orcs love to decorate their mates. Between us, we could find some jewelry worthy of our mate."

We had plenty of spoils from war, jewels, and plunder we'd earned in our battles. We'd find something worthy of our mate in our stashes, I was sure.

With no further preamble, he leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. Olivia arched into him and moaned, a long drawn out sound. "I like rings. You have my full support."

I plucked at the free nipple, twisting it to give her an edge of pain that I suspected she liked. "Good to know, mate."

Jarrus didn"t linger, as if knowing we had to get on the road. He lowered himself between her legs and considered the phallus anchored between her legs. He tugged on it, the small amount that the leather ties allowed, twisting it a little and Olivia jolted as if struck by lightning, then sank into me, moaning.

"That feels amazing. Are those ridges?" she moaned.

"My cock will be even better," I whispered in her ear.

Jarrus cocked his head, his heated eyes studying her puffy pussy. "You"ve made a mess, mate. We need to clean you up before we ride today."

He leaned forward and began licking her entire pussy around the phallus, cleaning her juices and my seed, stroking her clit until she was writhing in my arms on the cusp of another orgasm. He played with the phallus as he did so, tormenting her to another wicked climax that had her arching and screaming to the sky. He played with his own cock until he came, bellowing his release, then rubbing his seed into her pussy to mark her and soften her. Minotaur seed acted like orc seed to prepare their females for the much larger cocks. Between our seed and the phallus, she was on her way to being well prepared.

Finally, she settled against me, dazed and half-asleep. He unbuckled the leather straps and slid out the training phallus. Olivia jerked and moaned, sagging against me at the sensation.

He chuckled. "She should sleep for most of the ride now. I"ll get a warm cloth."

He got to his feet and ambled off for the nearby stream, taking the device to clean it. I waited for a bolt of jealousy to strike me, but it never came. It was as if this was right, the way it was supposed to be. Now, hopefully, Olivia felt the same.