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Of course I want that more than anything else right now. Instead of answering, I reach out for his cock and stroke it, drawing a low groan from his lips. Then I tilt my hips up toward him and drag the head of him through the slickness between my legs. His breaths are coming faster as he takes it by the root and guides his cockhead down. There’s a fiery anticipation in his eyes as he watches it slide inside me.
He’s even bigger than Drazak, and it’s only thanks to his very eager attentions that even his head can fit. I moan wildly as it demands I open for him. “Oh, you are beautiful,” he tells me, pausing to rub my clit. I cry out sharply, and encouraged, he presses in further. His eyes roll back in his head and he stops, taking halting breaths. “And you feel so good, I might just go off early.”
There’s even more of him to take, so much that not all of his cock can fit inside me. Han’zir is mesmerized by us, by the place where he’s stroking in and out of me. He runs his fingers over my stretched lower lips, testing different angles on my clit. But as his motions speed up and a flame catches in my belly, he loses himself in the pleasure. Soon he’s slamming into me, my thighs hiked up over his hips, his hands caressing my breasts and pulling my nipples. He drops down to lick them while he takes me, and I bury my hands in his hair, trying not to come apart.
“Do you know what happens when I fill you up?” he asks me, slowing down his strokes but delving even deeper, pulling himself almost to the edge of me before plunging back in. “When I get all my seed inside you?” The blistering glory of his cock makes it hard for me to find words.
“What happens?” I ask between gasps, and already that low, pulsing sensation is growing, spreading, firing off volleys of bliss across my body.
“Well...” He groans, dropping forward so his mouth is only inches away from mine. “Maybe, if we’re lucky...” I tighten around him, and another fearsome cliffside rushes towards me. “If we’re lucky, I’ll put a whelp in you. A sweet, happy one. One we can take care of together, all three of us.”
Whelp? I don’t have time to think about this word because a volcanic heat takes me over, surging through me. I twine my legs around him, trying to pull him in close as I can, because my soul is screaming out for his. My cries echo in the trees.
“You feel so good, keva,” he moans, plunging into me again and again, whipping up that heat into a bonfire until I’m sobbing out his name and drawn tight around him. “You are perfect. You are my heart.”
Some of these words I know and some I don’t, but I feel the meaning of them deep in my bones, in the place where the three of us are all bound together.
When I finally burst, my vision blurs, and Han’zir lets out a helpless groan into my ear. He thrusts hard, once more, twice more, before emptying himself inside me. His hips jerk with the sheer power of his finish, and he drops down onto his elbows, his breath mingling with mine.
“Thank you,” he says, rubbing our noses together. “Thank you, keva.”
It’s late by the time we get back with our findings, which were rather slim, especially given how much we ate along the way. But it’s enough to supplement the boar, and tomorrow I’ll try again in another direction.
I enjoy the change in Drazak’s face when I bring back the walnuts he likes, and he brushes a hand down my spine to the swell of my butt. “Thank you,” he says, and the praise fills me up with pleasure and satisfaction.
Despite our small dinner, Han’zir is all smiles, and Drazak arches his eyebrow at me in question. I can’t help my cheeks getting hot just thinking about what we did at the riverbank.
“Did you fuck our little keva?” Drazak asks him with a smirk.
Han’zir shrugs coquettishly. “Maybe. She just looked so pretty, it was impossible not to. Besides, we have to work hard if we’re going to get a whelp in there.”
Drazak’s smile falls a little, and now I really want to know what this word means.
“Whelp?” I ask.
The two of them exchange a look.
“You know, how a chicken lays an egg?” Han’zir says.
“You want me to lay eggs?” I ask, a little horrified.
Both of them laugh at this, and it’s wonderful to see Drazak laugh. I could make him laugh all day long.
“No, not quite.” Still snorting, Han’zir wipes his face. “But, you know. A little troll or a little orc. Whichever of us gets lucky.” He winks at Drazak, whose green face turns even darker green.
That’s what it means. A baby. That’s what they’re after?
I laugh. I can’t help it. The idea is just too ridiculous, but after I’ve gotten over my chuckle at their expense, I find they’re both looking at me with frowns. “What?” I say. “Humans don’t have whelps.”
Han’zir just shrugs. “I guess we’ll find out.”
I look at their serious faces, baffled at the abrupt turn this has taken. But I’m not opposed to it. “You can try,” I say, imagining myself carrying one of my own. Someday, when normalcy has returned, I think I would like that. “Good luck.”
Han’zir clasps his hand into a fist and pumps it in the air, and Drazak answers by rolling his eyes.
That night, Drazak takes me first, feasting on me from head to toe, then clutching me close to his body as his cock urges me to open for him. “Keva, you feel perfect,” he grunts. He teases my nipples and rubs my swollen clit until I’m gasping and clenching around him, and my skin is burning up. When he groans and releases everything inside me, there’s so much that it drips out onto the blankets. As he rolls over, breathing heavily, Han’zir perches on top of me.
“I’m going to fuck all of him back into you,” he says low in my ear. “And then I’m going to fill you, too, and make sure it all stays where it belongs.” His cock is already thick and heavy, the soft head dripping his seed. He turns me over so my ass is in the air and slides inside me. I’m so slick with Drazak that there’s an obscene, wet noise, and I clench around him at how delicious and desired this makes me feel.
