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“Esme,” he murmurs, kissing my ear, my neck, my shoulder. Together they stroke in and out of me, my orc and my troll, and I am whimpering and sobbing with my bliss. Here, filled by them, everything is right where it should be. I can taste who they are, what they’re made of as we all climb toward that marvelous place in the sky. Han’zir thrusts deeper, his head thrown back as he swells up thick inside me, and I think I might just explode. When he bursts, I can’t hold it back any longer, and my scream fills up the whole clay house. Drazak gasps, and his breaths come ragged.
“Fuck,” he moans, burying himself deep, his tusks scraping my back. “You take our cocks so well, my gorgeous girl.” And then he unleashes, making me peak all over again.
By the time we’re finished, I am a shivering mass of sensation, their seed leaking from my very pores. Drazak brings me into his arms, where he holds me tight, kissing my forehead. Han’zir curls up behind him, draped over Drazak’s shoulder.
“I wonder which one of us will plant the whelp?” he asks, smoothing a hand down my hair. “I got a head start.”
Drazak yawns. “I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out.”
My body trembles at the idea.
Chapter 18
Drazak
I’ve never smiled so much in all my life. With summer on the way, Han’zir is playful and bright, and I even catch him fucking Esme out in the field, bringing her down on his cock while she moans. He is thrilled by the idea of whelps, and I secretly hope that his seed takes first so he might enjoy a sweet youngster who looks like him. If we’re able to achieve what we’re hoping, he will teach them to play with their whole hearts, and I bask in the idea of him holding them in his arms. And Esme’s kindness, her need to love with all she has, will make her the most wonderful mother they could ask for.
And I will protect them all, until the day I die. At night, I bring my troll and my human in close and hold them tight so they know they’re safe. I make sure we have enough coin for all the fresh food and new clothes we need, and I have sturdy shoes made for Esme in town.
She gets tired in the evenings more and more often, and has occasionally begun to retch up perfectly good food. Han’zir is immensely concerned, asking if we ought to fetch a healer, but Esme’s still our secret, at least for now. Since the war is over, we may not have to hide her forever.
I’m chuffed, though. One night I pull Esme onto my lap and wrap my arms tight around her. “I haven’t seen your blood on my cock in some time,” I murmur into her throat, the lump under my pants already pressing eagerly at her soft butt. “I wonder why?”
She turns this over in her mind, not understanding.
“Do you think?” Han’zir asks with a gasp. His eyes light up like stars. “Did we do it?”
“Do what?” Esme asks. I trail a hand from her collar to her breasts, and then to her belly. I test it out with one palm and she wriggles, trying to bring my fingers under her new dress.
“Put a whelp in you,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders all over. I breathe in her smell, and a warmth settles in me as I consider that she’s carrying a small creature we all made together.
“Oh. Perhaps so.” Esme grins a wide, warm grin. “I wonder what it’ll be?”
Han’zir kneels in front of her, kissing her lips, then smoothing a hand over her soft stomach. “We’ll find out,” he hums, while I cup her breasts, plucking her nipples over her dress and making her squirm with pleasure.
“But first,” I say, “we should celebrate.”
After we gorge ourselves on food by the fire, Han’zir brings out his drum and taps out a rhythm while I take Esme by the hand. I pull her against me, leaning my head down over her shoulder as we move to the beat.
“Esme,” I murmur, my tusks dragging over her skin. “My hope.” She tangles her hands in my hair, nuzzling her nose into my cheek.
Then I release her so we can dance around the fire.
Han’zir
We’ve done it. Our sweet mate is full with us, and I couldn’t be happier. As her belly swells—and so do her marvelous breasts—we both grow even hungrier for her. I love to see her atop Drazak, swallowing his delectable cock, and I lie down to lick her sweet cunt as he slicks in and out of her. When she’s tired, it’s me and my orc, and I pull him onto my lap and bury myself in his tight, perfect ass. News of the coming whelp has turned me into an animal, and I can’t get enough of him, rolling his balls in my hands and going off a little too early when I think that it might be his seed sprouting inside her.
As always, he’s our steady hand, our guardian. He works in the fields until sweat pours down his flawless body, and I can’t resist him. It feels like every day is better than the one before it as my precious plants sprout from the ground, spreading their leaves and growing as ripe as Esme. Watching the puppies get bigger, I think of our whelp opening its sweet eyes, learning how to walk and talk. It puts an extra spring in my step to think of our sunny farm full of our brood as I merrily make my way to the house for dinner.
Drazak has mastered a new, even spicier pepper that sells quite well at the market. We’ve been his taste-testers, as miserable as it makes me, but I can’t deny the coin it brings in. Inside, my mates are squabbling over how best to cook up the chicken we slaughtered, and I simply sit at the table and watch them with a stupid grin on my face.
That night, I fill the tub myself while they work and build a warm fire underneath it. When we’re through with dinner, I call Esme over.
“I have a present,” I tell her, sidling up behind her to sweep my hands down her round body. Eyebrows raised, she follows me out to the bath, where she takes off her clothes and I lift her up into the warm water. Then I crawl in with her and bring her feet in my lap to rub them thoroughly, until her head has fallen back and her eyes are closed. Drazak laughs one of his booming laughs when he finds us out there, Esme asleep in the tub, and adds more logs to the fire.
It is, truly, the best life I could have asked for.
Esme
