Chapter 5
(I give up on tags. This shit gay as fuck. Get over it. I have.)
Colborn was the first to rise, waking up in Kilroy’s arms, huddled against his chest. His eyes came into focus on the embering fireplace, then the tiny shaft of light cascading through the mouth of the cave. He went to move, but the hulking Orc holding him tightened his grip.
“It’s time.” Colborn poked his breast, expecting the beast to wake and open his eyes. Instead he just tightened his hold, his eyes refused to budge.
“I don’t wanna play ‘wake the bear’…” Colborn spoke quietly.
“Then stay here with me.” Kilroy mumbled, hoping to go back to sleep.
“Just because you drank too much?” He teased.
“No, my nuts are still trying to replenish. Need to sleep in.” Kilroy smiled to himself.
“Then you need breakfast, not sleep.” Colborn poked his chest again. “Besides… I’m sure you got a few loads left in there if you really need ’em.”
“I’m only gonna need one if you keep it up.” Kilroy wrapped his legs around Colborn, locking him in place as much as he could.
“Well you’re welcome to suck it out of my dick if you really need to.” Colborn didn’t have much recourse, but didn’t seem concerned.
Kilroy cracked open his orange eyes, seeing Colborn look up at him with slight annoyance. “Please?” Colborn murmured, as if he didn’t want the others to hear. Kilroy relented, releasing him from the death grip. “You are lucky you’re my favorite bottom.”
“I’ve been your only bottom for a long time.” Colborn reminded Kilroy, even if he knew he was just saying it to say it. He took the opportunity to rise out of the bedroll and begin a half-assed attempt to find his clothes.
“That’s a good point, you gonna hit the road so I can find another?”
Colborn pulled his underclothes on, struggling to get the last little bit over his ass. “You’ll have to kill me first.”
“That… sounds like a lot of work. Guess it’s just easier to fuck you.” Kilroy rolled over to his other side, after Colborn raked his trousers over his thighs.
“Suit yourself.” Colborn wasted no time once he was dressed, it was time to make a meal for three orcs, two elves, and a human. “I guess the elves prefer their own company.” He noticed their tight embrace as they slept.
“Could have fooled me.” Kilroy figured if he was going to lay alone, he would get no sleep anyway, and decided to rise. “I never knew you liked the taste of elf, Colborn.”
“Only cute ones.” He replied, unphased by Kilroy’s teasing. He had quite a lot of notches on his belt when it came to that.
Once Kilroy was fully dressed, Colborn was already knelt by the fire, bringing it back to a roaring inferno with the bed of embers and a few pieces of firewood. The alpha caressed Colborn’s face, and in response Colborn rested his head against Kilroy’s leg.
“Will it ever change, Kilroy?” He asked.
“What?” Kilroy looked down at him.
“This.” Colborn put his hand on Kilroy’s leg.
“Oh. I don’t think so.” Kilroy was more laissez-faire in his tone.
“You don’t think so. Not very comforting.” Colborn pulled his head away and focused on the fire again.
“These elves… they’ve complicated things.” Kilroy was never one to mince meanings.
“Yes, you need a few more loyal Orcs.” Colborn had accepted that. “So… Lyra and Orien could.”
“Like you said, loyal Orcs.” Kilroy pressed the wrinkles out of his tunic. “It’s her clan they’re for, remember? Do you expect family to kill family by my order alone?”
“Maybe if you order them to, super tough like. I give you permission to use your pillow-talk voice.” Colborn had gotten the fire going again, physically and metaphorically.
“We both know where this is leading, best not to fight it. Just let it happen.” Kilroy ran his green fingers through Colborn’s smooth hair gently.
“I didn’t mean use pillow-talk to me, right now.” Colborn moved away from his touch.
“Very funny.” Kilroy decided to let him be, and walked out of the mouth of the cave. The sun was just petering over the horizon, most of the sky still grey and blue. The rays of light warmed the wet forest floor, filling the air with the smell of moss. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, eager to start the day now that he was up and about. It wasn’t particularly warm, but Orcs were naturally resistant to the cold. Even as the draft of wind climbed up his spine, Kilroy barely felt a thing. His gaze fell on the pile of logs he’d been working on the past while. They still need to be peeled, shaped, stacked. He knew exactly where the first structure was going and its purpose. A clan hall, right in front of the rock face that formed a split in the path to the campsite.
“Chieftain.” A rugged deep voice spoke, behind Kilroy.
When Kilroy turned around, the world seemed to change each time his eyes set themselves on the scenery. Standing there was an Orc, slightly darker shade of green than Kilroy. He was in full iron armor with fur sticking out, a sword tied to his waist, shield on his back, orange eyes staring back at Kilroy. “The Herlar raid will be here soon. We should prepare.”
Kilroy’s body stiffened, noticing the collection of tents behind the Orc. Various humanoid shapes moved to and fro, campfires and pots roaring. Children of all different mixes intermixed with the adults. Orc guards stood at the mouth of the cave, spears and shields in hand. He returned his attention to the Orc addressing him. “Who are you?”
If he was confused, the other Orc did not show it. “Very funny, Father. You should be watching from the gates.” He went to walk past Kilroy, only an inch or two shorter.
Kilroy grabbed his armored arm, finally noticing that he too was wearing armor. Kilroy’s suit was hardened steel, while the other Orc was banded iron. “Tell me your name.”
“We don’t have time for this.” After the Orc figured that Kilroy wasn’t going to let go until his question was answered, he relented. “It’s Colroy. Recognize me, old man? Your beard has gotten more grey than I realized.”
“Colroy…” Kilroy’s gaze softened, and he let go of the Orc.
“Come now, Mother is waiting.” Colroy hurried past Kilroy, toward the wooden wall that separated the settlement from the tall northern pines. Next to it was a clan hall, three stories high, sitting against the rockface that led to two separate wooden walls. Dozens and dozens of Orc warriors filled the in-between, guards at the entrance to the hall, and at each wall and gate on either side. Some were lime green, others more emerald.
Kilroy felt a massive weight on his back, but even he recognized the feel of a greatsword in its sheath. He touched his beard, pulling it into view, seeing it was at least half grey. He felt the same, but there was no way for him to tell how old he was now. What foul magic is this? Colroy noticed he was still standing there and shouted for him.
He decided to play along with whatever path this… vision was leading him down. Kilroy followed Colroy, closing the distance while they approached the western wall. A long stairwell led to the battlements, and on the right side was a small tower where archers could fire down. Kilroy looked back into the settlement, where a battalion of soldiers formed, a sergeant giving orders with a banner holder at the front of the lines.
Colroy tapped Kilroy’s shoulder plate and led him into the small watchtower. Inside were half Orcs, armed with elven bows and arrows, looking out the murder slits. And behind them stood a gilded, slender armored woman with platinum blonde hair flowing down her royal steel chestpiece. When she turned to see who had entered, she smiled brightly. “Ah, my heroes have arrived.” Aravaris still had her fiery passion, but it was redirected through a glass of affection. She hugged Colroy briefly, and closed the distance to Kilroy with speed and grace. “Welcome to the war.” She kissed Kilroy with exuberance, her slender fingers running through his thick beard.
“Aravaris…” Kilroy hid his true feelings of shock and confusion. “Where’s Colborn? Cirdan?”
Her eyes flashed with emotion, which one he could not tell. “Oh, are you having trouble remembering again, my love?” Aravaris turned to Colroy. “You didn’t warn me.”
“I’m sorry, Mother. I thought it might pass.” Colroy sounded truly apologetic, not an emotion that came naturally to Orcs.
“Well, no matter.” She turned back to Kilroy, both her hands holding his jaw, beard and cheeks. “I’ll stay with you til it passes.” Aravaris whispered so sweetly, kissing him again. “Colroy, hold the tower for me, dear.”
Aravaris led Kilroy by the hand, down the stairwell and past the small army of Orcs and half Orcs forming, toward the clan hall. The entranceway was carved into an arch, with the facsimile of Kilroy, Colborn, Orien, Aravaris and Cirdan painstakingly crafted into the wood. The guards and people walking around noticed the two, but made no motion to stop or impede them. The elf woman brought him into what looked like a war room, with a large table in the center. On it was the terrain of the entire province painted, pieces sat near each settlement, showing the collection of opposing forces. She sat Kilroy down next to the map, pulling a chair up in front of him so she could sit with him, and hold his hand. “How are you feeling, Kilroy?”
Kilroy couldn’t understand anything around him. The buildings, the people, the forces amassing. He felt like a child lost in the marketplace. “What happened, Aravaris? What is all this?”
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She asked, holding his hand tighter. The golden bands on each of their hands rubbed together.
“I woke up… you came to our camp last night. You and Cirdan. You were so… cold.” Kilroy now didn’t know if this truly is a vision, or his reality that he couldn’t remember.
“Oh, such a long time ago, my love.” She laced her fingers together with his. “Good memories, when we were all still together.” Aravaris had such a strong presence, no sign of aging on her face. She looked exactly the same, but her hair was longer. A tiny crown sat on her head. The gems and engravings on her armor made her look like a queen.
“Orien and Lyra?” Kilroy asked, but it was like reaching for something he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch.
“I guess I should tell you. It does help you remember. You have to understand…” Her voice sounded perfect, but he noticed that tiny shard of weakness hiding so deep inside. “It’s not always easy for me to go through it all in my head again.” Kilroy wouldn’t have even known if he didn’t see it, the tear forming in her eye. Without thinking about it, he used his free hand to dry it.
“You always do that, Kilroy.” Aravaris smiled, meeting his hand with hers.
“I wish I did remember. If it… would stop your tears.” Kilroy didn’t know where the words were coming from, a raw emotional longing was stinging in his heart, and he didn’t know why.
“Well, why don’t I tell it like you don’t remember.” She took a tiny gulp and started talking again. “The day after I arrived, Lyra’s clan came back, you see. Everyone was eating breakfast that Colborn cooked, I still taste it, it was a memorable meal. You were cutting trees for this hall, and everyone came outside to help and make sure you ate. You were talking to Shalia, and then as we approached… they just started attacking us.”
Aravaris’s hands clenched tightly onto Kilroy’s.
“Only Cirdan had a sword. I casted as many spells as I could. You killed quite a few with your bare hands. Just when we thought they might retreat, Lyra joined them. Orien wouldn’t go with her, Lyra killed her. Colborn barely survived, Cirdan was captured.” She spoke as if each were a member of her family.
“Oh… you know I don’t like to talk about Cirdan. We tried to save him, we all did. They… they wouldn’t even let us bury the body, Kilroy.” Even Aravaris the cold queen couldn’t stop the tears flowing down her face. “Colborn never recovered, even the best healer in the Meadowlands couldn’t save him. It took years before you really accepted that he was gone. Visiting his grave helped.”
There was something about the way Aravaris cried, the walls around her heart crumbling in front of him. It sent a lightning bolt through the mental barrier he had around his feelings, melted any strength he had inside of himself. “And… we’ve been fighting and killing each other ever since.” Kilroy knew how the rest of the tale played out. “Humans, elves… nothing else really matters to us. They’re just pawns, unintended consequences, while the blood feud rages on. I’m willing to put my children on the front line, just to satisfy our thirst for revenge.”
She struggled to return his gaze, holding his hands with the grip of a terrified wife. “I never wanted this to happen, Kilroy. But I couldn’t just leave after that. That kind of evil, it has to be eradicated. You thought so too. That’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.” Aravaris blinked away her tears and tried to emphasize her closing statement.
“I should have never let you join my clan.” Kilroy didn’t say it with venom, but he didn’t need to.
Aravaris let go of his hands, pulling away from him. “How can you say that? We’ve been together for twenty years.”
Kilroy stood up to his feet, anger filling his veins, his expression, his very being. “How many of my children have died fighting this war?! Hundreds?! Thousands?! All of their lives snuffed out, for my vengeance?!”
Aravaris got to her feet, trying to contain her emotions. “Our children, Kilroy. Our children. Don’t be so selfish, do you think this is the life I wanted for them? Don’t you think I would give anything, including my life, to change things?”
Kilroy grabbed his wedding band and pulled it off his finger. “I never wanted to be your King. I just wanted peace.” Peace after a lifetime of bloodshed. “Not dedicate the rest of mine to war.”
A guard started pounding on the door. “Chieftain!”
Aravaris pointed at his ring. “Put that back on.” The golden band floated back onto his finger. “Before I snap some sense into your head.”
Kilroy drew his sword, and spun toward the door. “Show yourself demon! I’m done with your tricks!”
Once he turned around, he was much lighter, and had nothing in his hands. The cold, damp morning and all of his familiar surroundings returned, the entire settlement and all the people gone in an instant. Kilroy almost stumbled, catching himself at the last second. His orange eyes searched frantically for sight of the demon, but he was alone.
The pile of logs oriented him, but for once he didn’t know what he should do. Whether it was a vision, or his destiny, or a possible future remained a mystery to him. All he knew for sure was that Shalia Herlar would be here soon, and he didn’t have much time.
Kilroy wasn’t sure if it was seconds, minutes or hours he had. He sprinted toward the mouth of the cave, his feet pounding and head swimming with thoughts. When he stepped through the mouth of the cave, he didn’t know what he was so afraid of seeing. All huddled around the fire, eating, was Colborn, Cirdan, Aravaris, Lyra and Orien. Talking, smiling, laughing.
Colborn noticed him first. “You must have been hungry, running in here like that. Well don’t worry we left you some.”
Kilroy grabbed his sheathed greatsword lying against the cave wall. “No time. Get your weapons and armor on, all of you!” The group could tell he wasn’t joking by the tone of his voice. Cirdan was the first to go for his armor and weapon, and the rest followed suit.
Kilroy took the lead and stood at the mouth of the cave, fully armored, holding his sword with two hands. Aravaris and Colborn had bows, Cirdan had his blade, Lyra and her two blades. Orien stayed in the cave, arming herself with a leftover sword.
From the mouth of the cave, they couldn’t see much, but eventually Shalia and her party of Orcs arrived. From their approach, they couldn’t see the armed party until they were right on top of them. Shalia led her group, the first face Kilroy met eyes with.
He charged forward, each member of his column following his lead. The other Orc party tried to get their weapons and shields into their hands, but it was too late. The first swing of Kilroy’s giant sword, limbs and blood filled the air, fire arrows following quick after. In the confusion of the charge, there were no lengthy fights, no flashy tricks, not even a parry. They moved through the Orcs like a carving knife on a carcass.
When Kilroy ran out of standing targets to slash, cut, maim or murder, he looked for Shalia’s body. She was dead, but it took him a moment to notice. Now that the confusion of the battle subsided, Lyra dropped her weapons and rushed to her mother’s body.
The other wounded and dying seemed trivial to the she-Orc. An emptiness filled her gaze, and standing next to her was Kilroy, her chieftain. “The queen is dead, long live the king.” She was uncharacteristically somber, soft spoken, apathetic.
Kilroy sounded angry. “I am no one’s king.” He made sure there were no other enemies in his view, close and far off. “You know where their camp is, Lyra?”
“Why bother to kill them all? You’re already their chieftain, Kilroy.” Lyra looked to the survivors of the attack, as those who could stand changed to a bow.
“Chieftain Kilroy, we await your orders.” The oldest soldier spoke first.
Kilroy sheathed his greatsword. “Take your dead and leave, and do not return.” He turned away from them and returned to the cave, leaving the rest of the group in the aftermath of their battle.
Cirdan and Aravaris both exchanged looks, unsure of what to make of it. Orien came out of the cave, trembling hands no longer carrying a weapon. Lyra stayed exactly where she was. Colborn followed Kilroy, back into the cave.
There, Kilroy was already taking off his armor and leaning his greatsword against the cave wall. He took one glance at Colborn and spoke. “This is not a matter I wish to discuss.”
Colborn stopped dead in his tracks, then Kilroy turned away to do something. The bottom grabbed and pulled Kilroy back to face him. “You might have to discuss why you murdered Lyra’s mother, sorry to burst your bubble.”
“It was necessary.” His orange eyes were unflinching, like he really believed it.
Colborn had doubt written all over his face. “Not good enough.”
Kilroy punched the cave wall next to Colborn’s face, probably breaking a bone in the process. “I can’t explain it to you…” He pulled his hand back to himself. You should have seen it for yourself, but you were dead, so… tough luck I guess. Blood flowed down his hand. “I can’t say I killed her without a scratch, now.” Kilroy walked over to where they kept the bandages. To be honest I’m just glad she’s dead.
Colborn followed him, persistently and unphased. “What, did you kill her to brag about it? Doesn’t sound like you. Try a better lie.”
Kilroy wrapped a makeshift cloth around his bleeding hand. It hurt him to lie, to hide the truth from Colborn of all people, but no one would believe him. Certainly not Lyra, or the elves, and who knows what the human thinks. “A warrior owes nothing to his bottom, you know that.”
Colborn slapped him as hard as he could, a thunderous sound and stinging red handprint followed. “We’re more than that, or haven’t you figured it out yet?!”
Kilroy grabbed Colborn’s hands, not out of anger but with a methodical touch, and put them on either side of Kilroy’s burning face. “I did it to save you.” He kissed the Orc boy on his lips, harder and more passionately than he ever had before. Kilroy wrapped his arms around his back, Colborn’s hands moved to Kilroy’s neck. Even when they stopped to breathe, he wouldn’t let Colborn move an inch away.
Colborn was stunned, in more ways than one. “Save me?”
“Let’s… talk about it later.” Kilroy kissed him again, but shorter and sweeter. “I’m already having a shitty day.”
Before Colborn could decide if he wanted to let it go or not, Cirdan and Aravaris walked back into the cave, still in bloody armor. The she-elf looked quite pissed. “Did the blood of your kin get you extra ornery or something?” She spit venom with every word.
Kilroy let go of Colborn and struggled to restrain himself from walking up to Aravaris’s face and screaming his reply. “They were friendly til I let the queen of the elves show up. Now, with your pussy so valuable, they’ll kill all of us to get it. If you really cared about lives ending, you would have stayed home, where you belong.”
Cirdan stepped forward, but Aravaris gave him one look and he stopped. Despite the harshness of his words, his message hit home. Is that why they were kissing? Did they fear for their lives? “Did you suspect they came here to attack us?”
“I had more than suspicions. Don’t you get it yet, princess?! Your womb is the strongest weapon of war on the fucking planet! What’s five lives compared to that…” He couldn’t restrain his words anymore, all of the muddled misery in his brain was overflowing.
Colborn grabbed Kilroy by the shoulder, and Kilroy turned away from Aravaris and Cirdan, throwing his hands up in the air. Cirdan and Colborn exchanged a look, as if the elf had sympathy for Colborn’s role. “Maybe we should focus on more immediate concerns.” Colborn offered to the three of them tepidly.
“You’re right, Colborn.” Aravaris added.
“Immediate concerns… ” Kilroy kept his back to the three of them, trying to think. A moment of silence passed. “Well… princess,” He turned back toward the elves. “You said you needed help to take your throne, and I just inherited an entire clan of Orcs, so I’d say you’ve had a run of good luck!” Kilroy sounded joyful until you saw the scowl on his face.
Aravaris started to say something back, but nothing came to her mind. “I must be tired from the battle. I didn’t exactly hear you try to decline their offer.”
Kilroy sat down on the floor of the cave, and closed his eyes. “I killed their chieftain and I have her daughter captured. As long as Orien stays, Lyra stays. So there is no declining their offer. I’m the oldest Orc on this side of the continent. They will take no one else as a leader. Not without killing each other to do it, until there’s no one left alive most likely.” He opened his eyes, and tried to wipe the blood from his forehead. He maintained a level of calm uncommon to Orcs, although that could be said generally, this particular situation emphasised it for Aravaris.
“So you have an army of Orcs. Why is that so bad?” She was curious more than anything.
“A demon came to me when I was 18, said he would take a penance every single time I gained more power.” Kilroy focused on his hands and realized how much blood was on his body. The battle made it feel like it was a part of his skin. That battle could have gone a very different way. If he had wasted time talking, trying to convince them to go away, that would give them time to brace. They were outnumbered 3 to 1 but it didn’t feel like it. That was the worst part, he enjoyed the return to battle as any Orc had to feel. It was as much a part of him as his love for Colborn, even if he can’t admit it. “A penance from anyone I loved. Then, I had another vision an hour ago. And I thought I knew the right path to take. But maybe I am exactly where he wants me to be.” Kilroy saw the demon’s plan giving him that vision, at that moment, when he was most vulnerable and protective, to strike with so much emotion and uncertainty. But the missing piece was, what next? King?
Aravaris seemed to accept what he was saying, for the moment. “What kind of demon?”
Kilroy looked to Colborn. “Could you fetch me a wet cloth?” Colborn nodded and didn’t take long to bring it to him with a bucket of water. “I’ll do you one better.” Colborn started cleaning the blood off Kilroy’s arms and hands, wiping until the cloth turned red and rinsing it in the bucket. “But soon you’ll have servants for this, right?” Colborn smirked. Kilroy took off his leather shirt and replied quickly. “Not unless you want them sharing our bedchamber.” It was around this moment he remembered he was talking to Aravaris, and saw she was eagerly awaiting his reply. “The only demon worth fearing, the god of chaos. He has no name, only a title, as his influence is a limitless concept. It has a master plan to bring the entire world into chaos, using his influence to trick people into enacting it. He is known to every Orc elder as a threat to our people. Surely the elves have heard of him.”
She nodded. “Yes, I have heard of him, but he also hasn’t been seen for five thousand years. My people weren’t aware his influence was awakened.”
Kilroy locked a look on the princess. “If that is true, maybe you are the anomaly in his plan. As queen, you could warn your people and try to destroy him with the resources of the entire realm.”
She bit her thumb for a second, but stopped. “It would be a hard sell off two visions from an Orc… but I could try.”
Cirdan raised his hand. “I… I-uh wanted to say something, but I seem to have lost my train of thought.”
Aravaris furrowed her brow ever so slightly. “Cirdan…?”
“Yes?” He quipped.
“What is a train?” She sounded intent on getting an answer.
Cirdan blinked, trying to remember, but it was lost as well. “I’m sorry my queen, maybe I’m more forgetful than I first realize.”
Aravaris didn’t feel like pushing him in front of the Orcs, so she moved on. “So we can use the army to put me back on the throne, or does that play into the demon’s plan?”
Kilroy turned his hand toward her and gave her a look that meant she knew as much as he did. “I guess doing that doesn’t give me any more power. The only problem is, that army is gonna want to rape and pillage after they kill your enemies.”
It was as if an electrical field formed around Aravaris herself. “That will not be permitted, under any circumstances.”
Kilroy laughed. “That order would fall on deaf ears after their family has died to put you on the throne. They want their recompense in blood and bodies as well as gold and steel. Orcs can be greedy people when they win.”
She drew her sword and pointed right at Kilroy. “If I have to castrate every single one of them to convince them otherwise, I will.” That fiery look was in her eye again, like she was going to cast a spell out of her eyeballs.
Kilroy put his hands up. “Go ahead, spare me any more pain. I’m sure the next chieftain will be much more understanding, and won’t turn you into his bride. Then they couldn’t rape and pillage the family of the chieftains wife at least, while he rapes and pillages you.”
Aravaris dropped her sword. “So… they won’t rape and pillage if I marry you?”
Kilroy’s eyes got wide. “Oh fuck no, lady. No offense but, I came here to get away from war, and politics and be somewhat alone. And being married to you ruins that.”
Aravaris put her weapon back in it’s sheath. “It’s either that or I can’t go home, and the ‘strongest weapon of war on the planet’ is gonna park her pussy right here until I can go home. Do you get it yet? This is the only way for you to have your isolation fantasy, Kilroy. It can be a ‘marriage of convenience’ if you prefer.” The last line appeared to be an admission, but with a woman who loved to argue like her, nothing was really off the table.
Kilroy looked to Colborn as he was finishing cleaning his body. “What do you think of this?” Colborn returned his look and chuckled before saying his piece. “You know I’ll always be here, trying to distract you from your duties.” Kilroy shook his head. “You don’t have to try.”
Aravaris cleared her voice. “Is that a yes?”
Kilroy locked his gaze with her, stood and closed the distance. Face to face, he really looked at her in an obvious way, observing her frame. He walked from one side to the other, and stopped in front of her again. “I say no. I will try to train the men out of their ways. The demon wants me to marry you. I will not be anyone’s king, I barely deserve this cave.”
Colborn reacted to Kilroy in surprise. “Don’t talk like that. You gave up a lot to come here.”
Kilroy turned back to Colborn. “I was just offered the key to ‘the strongest weapon of war on the planet’, so it was probably worth the opportunity considering.”
Aravaris shrugged her shoulders and threw her arms to each side of her in exacerbation. “Let’s admit it, if that was actually an option you would have led with that. You’re just ‘hoping’ that you can. And I’m telling you, I will not accept any of my people being raped or pillaged.” She certainly sounded adamant about it.
Kilroy returned his attention to her. “I don’t want to marry you, Aravaris. I’m sorry but I’m already occupied at the hip.”
Aravaris realized her cold demeanor wasn’t getting her very far, but the Orcs did seem to have a particular sense of humor. She decided to try some. “I say there’s enough room for both of us. Besides, what does it matter if it’s just a formality?”
Kilroy closed the distance between them, only leaving a foot or so. So much so Cirdan felt more comfortable taking a step toward his queen. Kilroy noticed and couldn’t let that go, staring the elf boy right in his eyes. “I don’t think marriage will work without trust, as they say.”
Cirdan put a hand on his weapon. “I can see you’re in distress. Perhaps the demon will possess you for a moment and force you to accept.”
Kilroy responded briskly. “I learned to prevent his influence as a child. I’d have to be in quite a lot of distress.”
Cirdan nodded. “Like, if someone you loved died.”
Kilroy bared his fangs at the elf. “Is that a threat?”
The elf man kept a stone expression, revealing nothing. “Perhaps you should consider the fact that some of those Orcs might see you not marrying her as a sign of weakness. Perhaps they will try to take her on their own.” Cirdan did know something about Orc society after all.
Kilroy looked back at Aravaris, as she stood perfectly still in her armor, face not trying to reveal anything but he could see the slight annoyance there. “Oh, I suppose I should consider myself lucky to ‘fake marry’ a woman such as you.”
Aravaris was trying to hide something, but now she was about to reveal it. “It doesn’t have to be a cold marriage, if you don’t want it to be.”
Kilroy looked back at Colborn and back at her and just started laughing. “Why don’t you invite Cirdan in the bed too?! Happily ever after, the four of us in the Elven capital! Are you out of your fucking mind?!” He was angry now, staring down the queen and within arms reach. Even the ice queen couldn’t hide that was scared, for a brief moment. “There’s another reason. Your people will never accept you, married to an Orc. They think of us as savage beasts with no hearts. Even you fear me, with all your armor, a bodyguard, magic, it doesn’t matter. You look at me and every instinct in your body tells you to run. And for once I agree with your instincts. Go back home while you still can, because whatever lies down this path you’ve laid out, is ruin.”
Aravaris stripped her blade away, the pieces of armor til she was in a tunic and trousers, and panties. She reached out to Kilroy. Her slim fingers pressed against his breast until she found his heart beat. It was steady, thunderous. “I am not afraid of you, Kilroy, but I think you are afraid of me.”
Kilroy turned his head away but she brought her free hand up and pulled it back with surprising strength. “Don’t forget Kilroy, our people are more similar than you realize. Now, what’s the real reason you don’t want to marry me?” She stopped to lean his ear toward her, as she got on her tippy toes to whisper. “Are you afraid of me?”
Kilroy couldn’t look away from her. “I should be. But I’m not.”
Aravaris kissed him on the collarbone. “I don’t bite.”
Kilroy put his hand on her chest to push her away, but he didn’t. She let go of him briefly to lock fingers with his offered arm, and rested her other on his forearm, wrapping herself around him as much as she could muster. “The honeymoon hasn’t started yet.” She was only half joking.
He withdrew his hand and she let him, but the look they were giving each other never subsided. “The only thing I’m really wondering is… why do you seem so ready to jump into this.”
She tisk-tisk-tisked him. “I know you’re smarter than the average Orc, I’m sure you can figure it out. I was jealous of Colborn getting railed in the Meadowlands. That night, when you thought no one was watching, you really gave it to him, like you didn’t appreciate the meal he cooked for you. Kinda hot.”
Kilroy was outraged. “Kinda hot?!”
Aravaris tapped him on the shoulder. “Alright it was really, really hot. Now just marry me please?”
Kilroy started to rub his eyes harder and harder. “I’m having a nightmare, right? I’m not going to play into the demon’s plan, okay, not all the pussy in the world can change my decision.”
Aravaris moved her hand to his abdomen, and then just followed the trail of hair all the way down until she stopped at his trousers. “You don’t know that’s his plan. It’s just a guess, right? And you did gain an army, no penance has been exacted. Maybe it’s a bluff.”
Kilroy wanted to throw her out of the cave entirely, but something stopped him. Whether it was his own failings, or some other reason remained entirely unclear to him. “Maybe you are the demon.” He sounded like he was joking.
So Aravaris returned his humor back to him. “Well at least I’m a sexy demon and not an ugly one.” Her hand claimed another inch of his belly, practically climbing into his pants and he put up no resistance.
Kilroy broke the hold she had on his gaze and he used the moment to look at Cirdan. “I saw the way you looked at her. You can’t be okay with this.”
Cirdan wasn’t even avoiding the sight of them, if anything waiting for it to turn south. He would welcome sex, at least it would give his heart rest. Before he could speak, Aravaris took Kilroy’s ear again.
“Don’t worry about that. It’s our decision, after all.” She started to kiss his neck, her shallow breaths warming his skin. Kilroy looked back at her, a hypnotising pair of beautiful eyes staring back. “You can’t be serious, I respect Cirdan. I wouldn’t hurt him like that.”
Aravaris spoke between kisses. “He’s probably… more into you… than I am.”
Kilroy blinked, trying to fight the blinding lights piercing his soul. “All the more reason to not.”
Aravaris tisk-tisked him again, giving his neck a playful bite. “I’ve already agreed to share you with Colborn, what’s one more?” Now that she felt more comfortable, she put her petite body against his. Her breasts were against his ribcage, the tip of her head came to his chin. Her hand found the base of his shaft after playing with his pubes. Her gentle fingers explored freely, massaging his dick. “I don’t hear a no.”
Kilroy wouldn’t be capable of it. “I still think this is a mistake. But…”
She put a finger on his bottom lip, just barely. “Where’s that Orc forwardness I saw last night?”
He was somber, not quite as joyful as he was. “I might have used it all up on the good elf.”
Aravaris slowly traveled back up his happy trail with her wandering hand. “I bet I can get it to come back out.” She looked to Cirdan, still dressed in his arms and armor. “I think we can let down our guard, why don’t you join me? We can help Kilroy decide by tomorrow morning, don’t you agree?
Cirdan looked between the two of them briefly. “As long as we’re past fighting.” He smiled cheekily. “Ah, I know. Rule one. No fighting at fuck time. How could I forget?”
Kilroy looked down at the woman pressing her body against his. He tried to see the ice queen that had argued with him for so long, but in her place was a sexy princess, arranging a threesome, offering marriage. She looked straight out of a storybook, a beautiful woman with a good sense of humor, and if that vision was real, love between them was possible. Maybe that’s all he really needed to know. It was surely going to come back and bite him in the ass, but maybe that bite is better than other consequences. This woman could destroy the world. But not as long as Kilroy was here to protect her. Maybe that was the most attractive part of this whole arrangement, trying to control her and the power it represented. That’s what he was really afraid of; his lust for it. For so long he resisted, a humble life too good to be true. This was the true test of men, and if that’s true then Kilroy failed miserably.
He leaned down and kissed Aravaris, slow at first but soon enough they had their tongues inside of each other’s mouth. She ran hers over his fangs, cutting her a tiny bit. Her blood dripped onto his tongue, and with one taste he knew she’d have her teeth inside of him for as long as she wanted.
She threw her arms around his neck, pulling on it like a tree trunk but it didn’t budge. Everything seemed to be just as she hoped, once Kilroy’s hands picked her up and lifted her to his level, her legs enveloped his waist, taking her new position with glee. Her arms still wrapped around his neck, began to travel over his shoulders, exploring his flesh with desire. Every touch was charged with an energy that built between them until it was too uncomfortable not to do more.
By now Cirdan was out of his armor, still in his tunic and trousers. He took a moment to relax, and stripped down nude. He too had to hide his fear of Kilroy, but not to deceive him, just to connect with the other things Kilroy makes him feel as well. He folded his hands behind his back sheepishly, watching their embrace grow in passion. Both of their shapes aroused him, just in different ways.
Kilroy broke their kiss to breathe, his deep inhale moved her silver hair, showering her sensitive red skin in hot steamy air. Her cheeks were the lightest shade of red. “Can I tell you something else, Kilroy?”
Kilroy pulled her tunic off, freeing her perky breasts. “Now you can.” His large green hands covered both her tits, massaging the supple sensitive flesh. She was struggling to stifle her moans, letting out a little one while she tried to talk. “You already gave me my first orgasm… the first night I saw you… you know.”
He smiled. “What’s the matter, princess? Are you nervous? Am I your crush you’ve finally captured?”
Aravaris looked down at his hands groping her tits and smiled back at him, a sweet joy filling her expression. “Shut up, you talk too much.”
Kilroy took the opportunity to carry her back over to the fire and his bedroll, where he turned the tables and laid her on her back, forcing her legs to break from his waist. “I liked that.” She complained, pouting at him.
He gave Cirdan a look, and a moment later he was laying next to Aravaris. He tried to hide how embarrassed he felt, cheeks a blaring red. Kilroy stayed above both of them laying on his side, for the moment. “Take her pants off, Cirdan.” Kilroy watched Aravaris’s face while the elf boy listened to his order.
She was much more collected than Cirdan, that was for sure. But he could swear, he had found her tell. The corner of her lips crack toward a smirk, or a smile. Cirdan pulled her elvish trousers to her ankles, then off completely. All that was left on Aravaris’s virgin body was a pair of white cotton panties, embroidered with gold. Kilroy used his hands to support himself as he moved to her breasts, kissing her pale flesh before running his tongue over her nipple in a slow circle all the way around. Her tiny mewls were music to his ears. He stopped, to the dismay of the girl he was licking. “Cirdan, have you eaten your queen’s pussy yet?” The question certainly got a reaction out of the boy.
“I-I can’t say that I have.” His erection growing was a little obvious. Cirdan didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted Kilroy’s tongue on his nipples too.
“Do me a favor and warm up my wife for me.” Kilroy’s cock was already hard, and he didn’t have much patience for foreplay at the moment. “Colborn, grab me some lube.”
Aravaris and Cirdan exchanged a look, before Cirdan positioned himself on his knees between her thighs.
“Ah, not like that. Get on all fours, but turn around.” Kilroy had him turned around right, like Aravaris and Cirdan were about to trade oral. Colborn handed him the lube and Kilroy poured it over Cirdan’s plump ass cheeks, before rubbing it in. The lube dripped off his ass onto her tits, and Ari rubbed it into her skin, touching her own sensitive nipples. Right above her Cirdan’s cock was hard and dripping. “Don’t forget your job now.” Kilroy gave his ass a firm slap, got a good yelp out of the boy before he got his hands around Aravaris’s panties and pulled them all the way down her legs. There was a sight he had dreamed about many times. He used his fingers to move her pink lips apart, revealing her perfect, hairless pussy. It was so tight, he feared she’d never take an Orc the size of Kilroy. He was salivating in his mouth before he knew it, and he didn’t even notice the Orc massassing lube into his ass. He looked above him and saw Ari playing with her nipples, his cock just a couple feet away. Cirdan looked back at her little snatch and kissed it. Then he began exploring with his tongue, licking the outer entrance of her hole so sensually, before creeping ever so slowly inside, tasting her insides. It was divine to him, the finger sliding in his ass pressed against his prostate, and Aravaris’s hand was on his shaft. She touched and massaged his balls, before wrapping all around and giving his cock a few pumps. He dug deeper into her pussy, sucking down every drop inside, massaging her sensitive flesh with his bumpy tongue.
Kilroy had two, then three fingers in Cirdan’s ass, going in deep and stretching him as much as he could. He even gave his asshole a tongue bath around his fingers, focusing on his sensitive starfish flesh on the outside. Ari kept playing with Cirdan’s dick, stroking it with lust in her eyes. She couldn’t stay silent anymore, his elf tongue sending her into ecstasy. “Don’t stop, Cirdan.” She moaned his name, putting her other hand on his head.
Kilroy figured he was ready, and pulled his trousers off with ease, freeing his rock hard cock. He covered it in lube and stroked it into every corner of his dick, before kneeling down and aligning it with Cirdan’s tight virgin hole. It put up a valiant fight, as Kilroy pressed the crown of his cock into his starfish. But it gave way, welcoming the invader with a warm and wet but tight hug. Cirdan struggled to keep eating out his queen while Kilroy filled his ass with his thick green cock. The Orc went slow, started with easy thrusts, just trying to make room. Kilroy wanted to ravage him but he restrained himself, his ass squeezing so hard, like it was trying to choke his dick. Over time, once Kilroy found a comfortable position a couple of inches deep, he looked down at Aravaris. She had a perfect view after all, all the action but a foot in front of her face. She looked memorized by the show, absentmindedly jerking off Cirdan and massaging a nipple.
“Are your fingers in that pussy, Cirdan?” Kilroy pushed another inch of his cock in. Cirdan moaned into Ari’s snatch and vibrated her pussy walls by accident. “How else is she going to take my cock? You’re barely taking half of it and I’m going as slow as I can manage.” Kilroy slapped his ass again, a giant red handprint imprinted on his fat asscheek. He couldn’t hear him til he took his tongue out of Ari. Cirdian’s breath washed over her sensitive, wet hole and made her shiver while he moaned, his ass stretching to accommodate Kilroy’s rock hard cock. It was so thick, it felt like it filled every nook and cranny inside of him, squeezing the life out the green shaft. He felt Kilroy’s hand cover the front of his throat, and pulled his head into the air. “You don’t want her to bleed on her wedding night, do you?” Kilroy had his other hand on his hip, holding him in place while he fucked his hole. Cirdan was too aroused to respond, his cock throbbing wildly in Ari’s hand.
Kilroy tightened his fingers around the boy’s neck, restricting air from his lungs while he pushed deeper inside his body. Every centimeter felt like a victory, and every thrust threatened to turn into a rut to orgasm. His ass was so nice, Kilroy felt like giving the boy a break. His hips kept thrusting, grinding his cock against the deepest wall of his ass he could reach. Cirdan moaned loudly, his entire body bouncing and jiggling. Kilroy couldn’t stop with the long thrusts, pulling and pushing his hole apart became as easy as breathing. The arch of his back, the dip in his spine, the shoulders that stood firm against the punishment, leading all the way back to the butt that was in his hand. Kilroy got driven wild at the sight of it, filling his ass to the brim, taking extra long to pull out, feeling his walls squeeze, hug and kiss every inch. Cirdan was in heat, gyrating his hips back toward the Orc, anything he could do to make him fuck him harder, deeper. “Harder…” He begged, trying to catch his breath between cries of ecstasy. Next time Kilroy’s cock head slammed into his prostate, Cirdan’s dick started cumming uncontrollably, shooting on Ari’s tits and tummy, and his tight tummy as well. Cirdan groaned sharply, taking hard breaths while Kilroy pummelled his insides. The long strokes came out slower and slower, dragging out the anticipation to pleasure, driving Cirdan absolutely insane. He already came but he could do it five more times before he felt satisfied.
Ari noticed the way Kilroy’s thrusts into his ass timed perfectly with his orgasm, blushing that his cum covered her naked body. She decided to try a taste, while it was still fresh. Still like she remembered, while her eyes stayed glued to the green cock and balls bouncing back and forth above her, pounding away while her excited sex lay in the open, waiting for its turn.
Kilroy wasn’t going to lie to himself, Cirdan’s tight hole was too much for him to bear. The pillowy ass cheeks below him begged for his seed, but just in case, he slapped his ass until his handprint was a permanent part of his skin, then he fucked the twink Elf so hard he expected to find a gate, battering down everything in its path, his dick made itself home inside of Cirdan. The pleasure vice kept his dick locked away for as long as it could, but Kilroy was fucking him too raw, with too much power to be stopped. His rapid thrusting got to be too much for Cirdan, his whole body starting to shake, while he was just happy getting air into his starved lungs.
Kilroy didn’t stop, balls slapping against him in a rhythmic pattern, burying himself inside as much as he could squeeze before the next thrust was demanded and delivered. “I’m about to cum in your ass, I hope the princess doesn’t mind.” Kilroy stopped choking the elf boy, instead grabbing both ass cheeks with a tight grip. He held onto it for dear life, getting the last few pumps in before he was past the point of no return. Even as the cum shot out of his cock, he couldn’t stop thrusting. Before long, the ropes and ropes were too much to fill the tiny space between ass and cock, and they dripped down his ass, down Kilroy’s cock and balls onto the princess below. He kept thrusting into his hole with every bit of energy as before, the cum building up into a wave that only came out on the down pump. Ari closed her eyes and opened her mouth, catching Kilroy’s cum with her tongue and tasting it with glee.
The Orc still had some nut to blow, but pulled out of Cirdan’s asshole before letting it go. His hole gaped open, slowly receding to its original shape, as Kilroy shot his seed all over his ass. More dripped down, and Kilroy watched Ari try to catch it. That’s when he pulled Cirdan’s legs apart, forcing him to collapse against the queen. He didn’t fall very far, but it got a chuckle out of them both. Now Cirdan’s freshly christened ass was very close to Aravaris. She looked up to Kilroy still towering over them for a moment, then grabbed Cirdan’s ass to steady him and licked all the cum off his ass, til there was none left. And her lust filled, perverted mind got the best of her. Ari licked Cirdan’s asshole at first because Kilroy’s cum was on it, but even after she cleaned it spick and span she kept eating away like she was ravenously hungry. She could feel Cirdan’s cock begin to harden again as her tongue pressed against his opening, slipping its way inside and cleaning the walls inside of all of Kilroy’s spunk.
When she took a break to relax the muscles in her mouth, there Kilroy was, kneeling over her head with a rock hard cock, just begging to be sucked. Ari wasted no time, raising her head to meet the tip of his dick as soon as she could. “Finally, I get a turn-” He pushed his crown into her waiting lips just as she was finishing her sentence. Her tongue jumped to meet his green flesh, but nothing could have prepared her for the mass and length filling her entire mouth all at once. She breathed through her nose and tried to stay just as relaxed as she was watching Cirdan take it.
It didn’t take long for Cirdan to make his mouth useful again. He really wasn’t expecting a tongue bath but he took it with no complaints, and found his lust just as greedy as before. He had easy access to her pussy, and decided to use it. His fingers wiggled around her clit, before his tongue took over that job and his fingers wormed inside her pussy. She was burning hot inside, juices leaking all over his fingers, while his tongue flicked her clit back and forth in a bath.
Kilroy had given her a taste of his cock, his cum, even Cirdan’s ass. Obviously she was no stranger to getting lost in a haze of lust, he could hardly believe either of them were virgins. “You two are just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Ari couldn’t answer with her mouth full, and Cirdan didn’t seem much better off. Her lips were locked onto his shaft, following every movement he made with a loving embrace, covering his member in her spit while it took her flesh as its own. She didn’t exactly have the leverage to cram it into her throat, but if she did…
Kilroy was ready for the main course after all the side dishes. He retracted his cock with a pop from her lips, a line of saliva connecting them for a moment. Ari let out a long inhale and watched him walk down to her feet, grab them and put them on his shoulders as he knelt between her legs. Cirdan noticed and made way, still playing with his queen’s clit with a little tongue and his fingers as well. Kilroy pulled Ari by her legs closer toward him, his cock poking Cirdan in the face for a moment, before he pulled his hips back to aim down toward the leaking pussy pulsating for him. He kept his hands on her thighs, pressing the crown of his cock against her inner pussy lips, getting her saliva mixed together with her sex’s lube. “Don’t make me wait anymore, Kilroy, fuck me.” Ari tried to sound intimidating, but it came across another way.
“I won’t argue with the lady.” Kilroy looked down at Cirdan, while the horny boy returned the look, then flicked back to watch his dark green shaft slowly pushing inside her. Her lips fit around his tip like a velvet glove, burning hot and dripping wet. The elf boy had a hard time concentrating on her clit, his mouth just sitting agape on top of her slit. Kilroy repeated his strategy before, but it was so much harder in Ari’s pussy. It seemed like it was melting from the wet and hot and fusing with his skin, making them one soul. And that was two inches inside. Kilroy decided to go a little deeper, eliciting sounds of pleasure from her throat, pushing his way in even as it constricted his member more and more. He tried a slow, sensual thrust, but there was no way she was going to stay quiet. Kilroy looked straight at Cirdan, the poor boy didn’t even notice, eyes transfixed on his cock inside of Ari. Kilroy gave his cheek a love tap, and got his attention. “Go kiss your queen before she screams.”
Cirdan looked disappointed but made no complaints, finally separating from Ari’s body in order to turn around. He sought the warmth of her body again, but face to face he could watch her ecstatic elations, the way her eyes bounced to the top of her skull and back down again. He started to kiss her, and she returned passionately, trading tongue with the boy. “Oh, my nipples are so hard.” Ari whispered to Ciri. He started massaging her breasts, before just focusing on her perked pink nubs. They were hard, he could tell just touching them. He got lost in the sensations, letting his mind just ride the wave, he kissed her as much as he could, until she lost focus in the bliss.
Kilroy could do with one less distraction, getting the full view of his cock filling her snatch to the brim. Most of his dick laid in wait, letting her warm to the feel. But even with a handicap, he was hitting the right spots, worming his way into her good graces. His cock was throbbing, going wild inside of her, ready to rut at any moment. The Orc lost his appetite for slow conquest, he wanted to charge into the heart of the empire. He couldn’t stop himself, pulling all the way outside so the cold air tingled all around his cock, and slowly pushing all the way back inside, around the halfway mark forcing Ari to moan out. He didn’t stop there, pushing till she was quivering all around his shaft. He had to stop at that point, while she shuddered her pink pussy squeezed all around his thick green member, almost trapping him in place. “I’m really trying to be patient, but holy fuck…”
He pulled out and she grabbed him tighter, refusing to let him go, not like he wanted to leave but once he thrusted back in, it was like his dick was wrapped in a cloud. Kilroy did it again, and again, harder, deeper. He couldn’t keep this up, that’s all he could think about. The cum in his balls wanted to explode inside her deepest part, and pretty soon that was the only thing in his mind.
The Orc clung to every claw back and forth in her love, turning a steady pattern into a crazy rut, morphing Ari’s mewls into a sustained begging for relief. He was animalistic the way he pounded her pussy, pounding her while squeezing her thighs til they went red and kept his handprints like tattoos. “I’m gonna explode…” Kilroy mumbled out of the thrusts of his hips, while he started that journey that can’t be returned from. Her flesh raked every inch of his cock, from crown to base, his balls slapping her body like crazy. His rutting turned to deep, hard, fast thrusts, pumping her snatch completely full. Without warning, her orgasm thundered through her body, making her shake and quiver, vibrating his sensitive dick and squeezing what little life left out of it. His cock flooded her insides in his seed, while he kept it buried deep inside her. “Aravaris!” Kilroy called out, watching the cum seep out of her pussy lips, with his dick buried deep inside of her was too much even for him.
The cum ran down her pussy, to her ass then dripped on his bedroll. Kilroy took his cum covered cock and grabbed Cirdan’s by his soft thick asscheeks, forcing his emerald dick into his pale white ass with energy. With Kilroy’s cum and Ari’s pussy juice covering his member, it slid in easily, slippery with sex. Cirdan couldn’t let that go without acknowledging it with a whimper and a desperate moan, as the Orc pressed so deep inside of his guts again. With no break, he started hammering his asshole with lust in his groaning, both hands on his ass, pinning him against the queen. He had nowhere to go, just an Orc dick to take until it filled his warm hole with his nut again.
The creampie Kilroy left in Ari’s pussy was leaking down the crack of her ass, touching her starfish with a warm tickle. His warmth was still there, but Ari still felt empty without Kilroy inside her. Right in front of her face, Cirdan tried to maintain his composure but the way he was getting fucked he was lucky to keep his eyes open. Everytime Kilroy thrusted his hips, Ari could feel Ciri’s body rock back and forth on top of her, his hardening cock rubbing between their tummies. Ciri couldn’t hold his breath anymore. “Oh god, don’t sto-op Kilroy…”
The alpha grabbed as much of the fluffy white ass he could fit in his hands and kept a tight grip while his cock grinded into his insides. He wasn’t taking prisoners, it was a balls to the wall type of raid. Every drop of sweat coming out of his body felt like the victory lap, squeezing into his tiny hole felt like a magic trick. He smacked the twink’s ass til he felt good enough to continue fucking his brains out, pushing as far into his ass as he could reach. The base of his cock kissed his entrance every time, and no matter how many times he retracted, his ass kept inviting him in. It was the drink that refilled itself, the never ending meal, and he dined like a glutton. Kilroy took every crevice of Cirdan’s insides and turned it into personal property, making his dick at home inside his wet walls. He never went at a slow pace, just pounding after pounding, while the elf boy kept tightening his flesh around his invader, trying to hug it to death. “Your ass feels like a pussy.” Kilroy was just being honest, but maybe he was a little love drunk.
Cirdan realized finally that Ari was watching him get fucked with fascination and a longing. The whole time he had just let it happen, his expressions and moans came naturally from the electric stimulation, and she drank it all in with an elation he didn’t know she’d ever have just watching. His ass stung but the pain mixed with pleasure and soon it became another part of the package in his guts. One part of his mind wished Kilroy would cum faster so it would sooth his pain, but the other parts shouted that part away til it was a whisper.
Kilroy adjusted his grip on Ciri’s ass and pulled the boy backward as he thrusted forward, hitting a new part of his insides. He kept the pressure on, banging it like a gong over and over, making the boy’s ears ring. The green balls slapping his ass gurgled in response, ready to dispense again after rutting inside his butt for so long. He delayed it, smacking the twink’s buttcheeks with his dick deep in, before burying his fingers in his hips and ass again. He held Cirdan in place and rocked his hips in a furious fuck til his moans turned to cries for relief, begging him to cum. Kilroy did not give in, rearranging his intestines without a care in the world, filling it to the base of his dick, pressing against those untouched corners. Kilroy could feel Cirdan’s blood pumping and rushing through his body, filling him with exuberance for what was next.
Every time Kilroy’s cock hit the right spot, Cirdan thought he was gonna cum from that feeling alone. He had the leverage, but didn’t have the energy to push against him, his fingers gripping Ari’s flesh like it was a raft in the middle of the ocean. His brain might have well been turned off, drooling and sometimes hiding his red face in his queen’s breasts. Aravaris wrapped her legs and arms together with Cirdan, holding him still while Kilroy had his way with him.
The Orc was starting to get tired, forcing his way in at first drained a lot of his energy. He realized it would be easier the next time. Kilroy sat with that thought, pausing the assault with his crown only pressing against Cirdan’s asshole til he begged to be filled again. “My ass needs your cock.” He slipped back in one inch at a time, filling him up slowly. Then he was right back to rutting, slamming it home and back again, pressing his love button with every deep stroke. Even Kilroy could tell, the elf was cumming from being fucked in the ass, again. Aravaris could feel the warm seed trickle over her belly, into both of their belly buttons, watching with her front row seat, locked together with Ciri, feeling every push.
Kilroy couldn’t take it anymore, turning the speed up to maximum. The way he was clapping Cirdan’s cheeks, it wouldn’t be long now. He fucked the twink as deep and fast as his muscles could push themselves. The burning hot walls his cock was buried in all squeezed his member tight, trying to wring his cum out by force. He felt like he had nowhere left to run, so he pulled his dick out and thrust it in one more time, giving his prostate a few extra pumps before his balls let loose and his dick sprayed his insides with nut. The Orc buried the load as deep as he could shove his cock, and kept it there, letting Ciri enjoy the last of his penis for a while. Cirdan was still trying to catch his breath, even felt a bit relieved that he managed to take Kilroy twice in one night.
Once he pulled his dick out of his ass, Ciri’s tight starfish seemed to squeeze every last drop out even as he softened. There was a noticeable creampie slowly forming in the small gape he had, but a moment later it closed and locked the Orc cum inside.
Kilroy really wanted a nap, and a meal when he awoke, but other than that, his life was just about perfect right now. He noticed Colborn had found something else to do, and they were alone in the cave. Given the opportunity, the Orc decided to squeeze between the two elves and give them some aftercare.
Aravaris and Cirdan made room for the huge Orc, letting him lay between the two. They were actually small enough to split the top of his body between themselves, so that’s how they cuddled. Aravaris wrapped her naked wet body around Kilroy’s leg and arm she had access to, and Cirdan did the same. Once the covers were over the three, Kilroy soaked in the physical touch and let his mind wander in the mutual silence. His dick was already hard again, with Ciri’s soft cock rubbing against his hip and Ari’s juices leaking all over his leg. But after a while it subsided and each of them found a way to sleep peacefully together.