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You're not sure what drives you to get closer — curiosity, lust, jealousy? It's wrong. You shouldn't want it. But you can't help but imagine yourself as the one stuck on those fat cocks instead of the bitch already fucked out of her mind, swaying like a ragdoll between the beasts. Her skin glistens with sweat, drool, and slick in the pale moonlight — bitter and salty on your tongue as you lean in for a taste. Her whimper, as you suck on her swollen clit, dies in the back of her throat, rumbling against a beast's leaking tip while the other keeps pounding into her gaping cunt. Fucking disgrace.
A strong hand grabs your head before you could pull back, drawing you against sweaty balls ready to spill any moment. A heavy musk hangs in the air, filling your nose, coalescing into taste with each breath you take, turning you into a drooling, needy animal as another lungful burns down your throat. Swollen, there's only a fraction you can wrap your lips around, but even that's enough to make the beast growl in pleasure. The bugbear's fucking slows down as your tongue maps the ridges and valleys of its balls, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each inch of gnarled skin as you give yourself to filthy desires. You want to drown in its cum.
The sound of clothes tearing mixes into wanton sighs and low growls, and you shiver as the cool air caresses your heated skin and wet cunt. Your hand is swatted away as a large palm cradles you, spreading your folds apart with crooked fingers — each feeling as thick as two of yours. Your knees buckle as the orc rubs at your clit, dragging a strangled sound from your throat with his rough caresses. He does it again, pressing down harder, groping at your whole cunt as you grind against his palm; callouses catching on sensitive spots that make you gasp for air, dizzy. Just those fingers will make you gape.
You really don't think it can read your mind — hell, even you struggle to follow your messy thoughts. He does fulfill unvoiced wishes (or did you mumble it against the bugbear's balls?), pushing a thick finger into your drenched cunt. It's like you're being spread open anew, and that's before he adds a second to flex and splay againts your walls. You shudder when you feel it near bottom out; not just matching a miserable human cock in girth but length, too. The sounds that come out of your mouth are muffled, mewling as your cunt squelches around calloused fingers, and you wonder if you're going to cum before a cock even fills you out. If only both could take a hole.
Most likely, with the orc rubbing his thumb between your ass cheeks, working a glob of thick, heavy spit into your skin. He's rough, just like the way he teased your clit, forcing the finger into your hole in a single motion that leaves you gasping for air as your tight muscles throb around his knuckles. He wastes no time pumping his fingers into you, in, out, in, out, both holes at the same bruising rhythm, and you're struggling to keep upright as each thrusts shoves your face against the sweaty, slapping balls juggled on your tongue. Ugh, why can't they fuck you already?
A whimper and a thud, and the other bitch is dropped to the ground spent as you're dragged into her place. Strong hands grab your thighs, forcing your unsteady legs apart as a thick, drool-soaked cock slides between your folds — much smoother than you imagined an orc's cock would be. Thrumming, twisting veins running the whole length make up for the lack of texture the bugbear has more than enough of; though its sheer size is enough to make you tremble in anticipation. It's going to split you apart.
The fat, leaking head bumps against your clit as the first thrust fails to enter your cunt, and you can barely hold it together when it finally spreads your hole open on the third try. Half its length is enough to make you feel full — another quarter, and he's bottoming out. Breath hitching, your head drops when he tries to force the last inches into your tight cunt; and you can make out its shape, stomach bulging with the orc settling balls deep in your ruined hole. You would watch mesmerized as each thrust bottoms out if it weren't for the fingers tangling in your hair, gripping tight to lift your mouth to the leaking tip of another huge cock — and you wonder if you can even take it without unhinging your jaw. Too late for regrets now.
Your tongue drags along the ridged underside, twisting around the head and flicking across the slit beading with another drop of fragrant pre-cum. Bitter and sweet at the same time, like honeyed poison that has your mind reel with the burning need of an addict, you don't wait for another droplet to be granted. The beast growls above you as you eagerly suck its cock into your mouth, spilling more of its filthy ambrosia as a reward. This time, you let the taste linger on your tongue before you swallow, warm and creamy as it goes down your throat. No food will ever taste so sweet again, nor drink will quench your thirst so thoroughly.
Its cock pushes deeper into your throat, or maybe it's the orc shoving you forward with an impatient thrust that has you choking on the fat head. Your whimper is but a strangled sound, and for a moment you can't even breathe as it fucks into your mouth, balls slapping against your chin — trying it's darnedest not to be outmatched by the orc stretching your cunt open. In and out, out and in, all you can do is bounce back and forth with a muffled moan on your lips. Their rhythms differ, one's more impatient than the other to spill inside, though there're moments they bottom out the same time, and the world stops existing for that moment of utter fullness. Fuck, you're gonna cum.
You'd scream when one of the orc's fingers find your swollen clit, if your sounds weren't muffled by the bugbear fucking your throat raw — but even soundless it's clear you're at your breaking point. Your muscles tighten up as the filthy beasts fuck into you hard and fast, deeper and deeper, until the orc settles with the fat head spreading the way to your womb open. It's breeding you as you writhe around the huge cock, pumping you so full of warm, sticky cum that even your stomach bulges when the last drop spills from its throbbing cock. Wish you could have a taste of it, too.
Swallowing feels almost impossible as pleasure wrecks your body, but the bugbear gives you little choice beyond suffocating. The grasp on your head keeps you steady on the twitching cock, spilling down your throat and coating your tongue in its addictive taste. You lap and suckle, drinking down every last drop you wring out, cleaning up the whole shaft from tip to balls. When you're done poking your tongue under the wrinkly foreskin, the massive cock flops out from your mouth flaccid with a sheen of drool the bugbear wipes off on your cheeks before tucking its cock away. Is it possible to forget breething?
You're vocal now, mewling and moaning, as the orc picks up the pace again. Sore and oversensitive, you don't think you can come again, or not so soon — but folded up in its strong arms, it finds an angle that makes your head spin and your vision blurs. Heavy, cum-filled balls bounce off your ass in a quick, erratic rhythm as it chases its own high at the depth of your ruined cunt. But there's no build-up driving you into a frenzy. Something just snaps. Ears ringing and toes curling as the beast keeps fucking into your spasming cunt, your consciousness is barely tethered by a fraying thread. Your muscles feel limp and taut at the same time, and your juices spray everywhere. One thrust, three — but then you lose count how many times the orc bottoms out before it's cumming deep inside of you again. You make a good breeding whore, don't you?
Feeling boneless and fucked out of your mind, you're only a wreck of a human being when the orc tosses you aside. Your stomach is bulging with enough cum to fill a small village, leaking ever so slowly out of your ruined cunt as you lay on the cool ground. Somewhere in the back of your mind, under a deep haze of post-orgasm glory, you know you should get out of here while you can — but even the thought of moving has you aching. No, no; a little sleep has never hurt...