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"Anu's beard! You're both so big!" I stammered.

Taking a moment, I allowed myself to look at the naked forms of Baldur and Khagra, their bodies bathed in the soft, muted glow of the Orc King's chamber.

After leaving the hot springs and heading back to my room, I quickly realised that my bed was not big enough to accommodate all three of us. Khagra had then suggested that we go to Baldur's as he had a very large and comfortable bed that would more than suit our needs.

It was as if the dim lighting conspired to accentuate every contour and detail of their bodies, inviting me to truly observe them in all their exposed vulnerability. I permitted my eyes to linger, absorbing every inch of their magnificent silhouettes with a mix of curiosity and a touch of self-consciousness, captivated by the raw beauty laid bare before me.

Baldur's cock was remarkable, nearly rivalling the girth and length of my forearm, or at least it appeared that way to me. The prominent shaft boasted a substantial thickness, with intriguing ridges along the sides, while the bulbous head displayed a distinguished crown with a notable slit at its tip.

Khagra, too, possessed a shaft of similar size and stature. I noticed that the ridges on his cock were slightly more defined and while Khagra did share the same magnificent proportions as the Orc King, his shaft bore a slight difference, a subtle hint of added thickness that made it all the more enticing.

In fact, the sheer magnitude of both Baldur and Khagra left an indelible impression that made it hard to look away. Their naked forms were a testament to their strength and beauty and I found myself panicking slightly.

"Those are never going to fit!" I exclaimed, not meaning to speak out loud.

Khagra chuckled softly and replied, "Don't worry, it'll fit..."

My eyes widened as I watched him take Baldur's manhood into his hand, pulling at the foreskin so that more of the bulging head and seeping slit were revealed. It was impossible to avert my gaze from the hypnotic scene before me and I had to bite my inner cheek to keep from moaning when Baldur's hand reached for his best friend's shaft in return.

"Our girl likes to watch," Khagra murmured to Baldur, who groaned in response.

In the dimly lit chamber of the Orc King, this unexpected scenario that played out before my bewildered eyes held me in a momentary trance and I had to remind myself to breathe. The flickering light cast dancing shadows on the rugged stone walls, adding an air of mystique to the atmosphere.

Had someone told me beforehand that tonight I would find myself sitting naked on Baldur's bed, locked in an intense gaze with him and Khagra while they both stood naked before me, stroking each other, I would have dismissed it as a mere fantasy.

Yet, here I was, suspended between disbelief and the chilling reality that fate had other plans for me. I could just hear Mahala shouting in triumph if she only knew what I was up to right now.

As my gaze continued to look at the two powerful Orcs before me, a mixture of awe, intrigue, and a tinge of apprehension coursed through my veins. I found myself fascinated, unable to tear my eyes away from the exposed forms of these two remarkable figures, so different yet undeniably connected in this intimate moment.

Baldur, the Orc King, commanded attention with his sheer presence. The power and authority that emanated from him were palpable, leaving me speechless at his formidable stature. My eyes lingered, captivated by the undeniable strength etched into his being before I shifted my attention back to Khagra. A warrior of unmatched prowess, Khagra's bared skin unveiled a masterpiece of sculpted muscle.

In this extraordinary situation, my mind raced with various scenarios, while my arousal grew with each lascivious thought.

"Fuck..." I rasped.

"Is everything alright?" Baldur asked.

The Orc King's question hung in the air, and my body trembled with excitement and nervousness. After a few moments, I took a deep breath and nodded while trying to gather my composure. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I summoned the courage to speak.

"It will be once you two join me on the bed," I replied, the words sounding bolder than I felt.

My cheeks heated with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation, unsure of where this newfound brashness had come from. I could feel the warmth spreading across my brown skin, a subtle reminder of the emotions churning within me.

For a moment, there was silence as Baldur and Khagra exchanged a quick glance.

Khagra's eyes sparkled with a hint of amusement, and Baldur's gaze held a mix of intrigue and desire. It was as though they both sensed the unspoken pressure in the room, and the energy crackling between us.

With slow and deliberate movements, they approached the large bed where I sat, my breath catching in my throat at the proximity of these two powerful beings. My nerves were on edge, but there was an undeniable allure in the way they carried themselves. As they settled on either side of me, the atmosphere became charged with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and hunger.

In the soft glow of candlelight, the three of us sat, our proximity creating a palpable tension. It was a moment of exploration, where my curiosity mingled with the electricity in the air. With each passing second, my heart pounded louder, and I could feel the chemistry between us intensify.

As Baldur and Khagra leaned closer, their warm breaths brushed against my naked skin, and I responded with a shiver of delight. When their hands found a delicate place on my waist, I let out a soft sigh, my body seeming to melt against them. Any lingering doubt or fear seemed to fade away, replaced by a thrilling sense of surrender to the unknown.

"That's it, love, just relax..." Khagra murmured.

In the intricate dynamic between Baldur, Khagra, and myself, Khagra assumed the role of an anchor, guiding us with a natural ease that drew us together. He took the reins, leading the way as we explored this uncharted territory of desire and connection.

Without hesitation, I followed Khagra's lead as he guided me to change positions so that I could settle myself, kneeling on either side of Baldur's legs. Placing my hand on the Orc King's thigh to steady myself, I watched, mesmerised, as Khagra leaned in to gently kiss the side of Baldur's neck, while his hand slowly trailed up the Orc King's thigh.

From the way Baldur groaned, I could discern that Khagra's touch elicited both pleasure and torture. His deep, resonant moans conveyed a mix of delight and exquisite torment, revealing the intensity of the sensations coursing through his body.

Khagra's deliberate avoidance of Baldur's erection only added to the tantalizing suspense. Encouraged by Khagra's playful smile, I let my own hand follow his lead, tracing a delicate path from Baldur's stomach to his muscular thigh.

The smooth, chiselled contours of his muscles under our fingertips heightened the intensity of the moment. We teased the Orc King, tracing delicate paths along his skin, moving closer to his pulsating shaft, driving him to the brink of ecstasy and utter agony. The temptation to explore him more intimately was palpable, but we kept it tantalizingly light, tracing the outline of his cock and balls with feather-light touches, savouring the electric tension that enveloped us in that dimly lit chamber.

Each caress seemed to drive Baldur crazier with need, and we revelled in the power we held over the mighty Orc King, maintaining a nice balance between pleasure and restraint. The air crackled with anticipation, and the boundaries between the three of us blurred as we ventured deeper into this uncharted territory of passion and allure.

"Fuck, please don't tease me..." Baldur gasped.

Khagra's grin spread mischievously across his face, his eyes alight with a playful gleam, "I love it when you beg. Doesn't our King beg sweetly, Izara?"

I gulped at how erotic such a simple exchange of words could be and nodded in response.

Baldur's reaction was a combination of pleasure and disbelief, and I found myself enthralled by the longing reflected in his eyes. A part of me felt like this was all a dream, too surreal to be real. Yet, the energy in the air, the rapid beating of our hearts, and the passion in our touches reassured me that this was, indeed, happening.

When Khagra gently pulled my face forward, urging me to kiss Baldur, I ran my tongue along the Orc King's bottom lip. Wanting to tease him some more, I licked over one tusk before dragging my tongue up to touch the point causing him to growl.

Baldur rumbled deeply in his throat, a primal sound of desire and frustration intermingled. It was a guttural, raw expression of the emotions swirling within him, echoing the intensity of the moment. His hand clenching the bedsheet tighter was a testament to the potent mix of pleasure and restraint he grappled with, adding a captivating layer of tension to the already electrifying encounter.

"Shall we put our King out of his misery?" Khagra asked.

With a smile, I said, "I think we should."

Determined to take things further, Khagra and I exchanged a knowing glance before leaning forward in unison. With a shared hunger to explore each other intimately, we delved into a passionate exchange of fervent kisses and tender caresses.

The three of us embarked on an intimate journey, each taking turns in getting to know each other's body. With every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise, the chemistry between us intensified.

Khagra took my breath away when he moved to lightly kiss the top of Baldur's shaft, before engulfing the entire length in one gulp. The Orc King threw his head back and groaned as his best friend went down on him and I could not help but be fascinated by the sight before me.

From the way Khagra used his mouth and tongue, it was evident that he knew precisely where to linger, where to tease, and where to ignite that spark of pleasure that sent quivers through the Orc King's body. It would seem that over the years, Khagra had explored every inch of Baldur, learning the nuances of his responses, and mastering the art of bringing him to the brink of ecstasy.

I made sure to observe everything intently, making mental notes.

When Khagra finally removed his mouth from Baldur, he left a tantalizing trail of saliva behind and his roguish smile conveyed the unspoken invitation for me to follow suit.

Leaning down, I hesitated for a brief moment before my lips cautiously met the hard tip of Baldur's manhood. As I began to explore him with an eager mouth and curious tongue, I found myself craving the taste of every inch of him.

Embracing the moment, I turned my face to caress the length of him with my cheek, revelling in the feeling of his undeniable arousal against my skin. This unfamiliar experience brought with it an array of emotions; excitement, curiosity, and a sense of vulnerability.

Wanting to taste Khagra as well, I had him lean back and from there, I alternated between the two powerful Orcs, my jaw aching with the effort it took to please them with my mouth. I made sure to pay particular attention to the ridges along the sides of their shafts as this seemed to be an extra sensitive spot for them.

"Fuck, yes! Just like that, love!" Khagra encouraged.

Baldur groaned, "Yes, so good!"

I cherished the patience they showed me while I explored the contours of both their bodies with my mouth and tongue. Their gentle encouragement and understanding allowed me to build up my confidence, easing me into this sensual journey at my own pace. With every caress and soft touch, I felt more at ease, knowing that they were there, supporting and guiding me through this intimate exploration.

Their bodies were taut with need and as I continued to please them, enjoying their sounds of pleasure, I felt myself suddenly being pushed onto my back.

"Our turn..." Baldur panted.

My heart quickened with anticipation, and a rush of excitement coursed through me as I licked my lips and eagerly observed Baldur's movements while he positioned himself between my legs. The mere thought of what was about to unfold sent a tremor of delight through me. Khagra's presence as he knelt beside Baldur added to the intensity, his intense gaze locked on the both of us, amplifying the thrilling atmosphere.

As I lay back, my gaze fixed on Baldur's face between my legs, I found myself entranced by the sight before me. His strong, chiselled features were a mesmerizing blend of power and beauty, intensified by his distinctive orcish characteristics. I could not help but daydream, losing myself in the fantasy of this intimate moment.

The Orc King's intense, piercing ice-blue eyes held a glint of desire, reflecting the fiery passion that coursed through all of us. The sharp edges of his jawline, framed by a hint of rough light grey skin, exuded an aura of dominance and strength. As my imagination took flight, I visualized the gentle brush of his short-bearded stubble against my inner thighs, and I found myself quivering at the thought. The warmth of his breath against my skin added to the intoxicating allure of the moment and I found my eyes closing.

Khagra's sharp tap on my thigh sent a jolt through me, immediately refocusing my attention.

"Eyes on the King, Izara," he commanded.

I obeyed without hesitation and submitted to Baldur's commanding presence; my entire focus fixated on him as he lowered his mouth to the delicate apex of my thighs. The Orc King's penetrating gaze held me captive, erasing any other thoughts from my mind.

My thighs trembled as Baldur's skilled mouth and tongue fervently explored every inch of me. The way he licked and sucked at my clit was so overpowering that I could not help but disobey Khagra's earlier command, my eyes involuntarily closing while I surrendered to the consuming pleasure. My head fell back, lost in the whirlwind of sensations that Baldur's touch evoked.

"Oh!" I breathed, my pleasure building rapidly.

"That's it, love, cum all over his mouth," Khagra groaned, his raspy voice forcing my eyes to pop open once again.

I noticed Khagra's left hand was entangled in Baldur's hair, his fingers weaving through the dark tresses as if cherishing the moment. His hand stayed still, not directing Baldur's actions but rather savouring the movements as if trying to etch this memory into his very soul.

Baldur's expertise enveloped me as he continued to skilfully work his way between my legs, employing both teeth and tongue to bring me to the edge of ecstasy. The firm grip of his hands on my thighs delivered that intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain that I had been yearning for, and in this raw, unfiltered intimacy, I realized that nothing else mattered in this moment and I suddenly orgasmed against the Orc King's face.

"Fuck, you're beautiful!" Khagra murmured.

When the tremors finally began to fade, I watched in fascination as Baldur sat up, his mouth glistening as pulled his best friend in for a heated kiss. Khagra grunted and immediately intensified the kiss, as though attempting to suck every trace of me off Baldur's lips.

This turned me on even more and as I eyed their arousal, wanting to feel them stretch me, I blurted out, "Will you two fuck me now?"

"Not yet, we need to make sure that your body is fully ready," Baldur said while moving to lay next to me. "And only one of us will fuck you tonight."

My brows crinkled slightly, "What? Why?"

Khagra moved one of his hands between my legs, his finger tracing up my wet slit as he spoke, "As much as we admire your enthusiasm, we don't want to hurt you, Izara. We'll need to prepare you to take the both of us, but hopefully you'll be satisfied with what we have planned."

"What's the plan?" I shivered, my breath hitching.

Smirking, Khagra replied, his finger slowly entering me, "I'm going to prepare you for Baldur and while he takes you, I'll fuck him in the ass."

His words, though crude, possessed an undeniable power over me, stoking the flames of desire deep within. Rather than repelling me, they had a heady effect, arousing me further with every explicit utterance.

"How does that sound?" Baldur asked before kissing the spot just beneath my ear.

Another rush of arousal surged through me while I envisioned the vivid image Khagra had painted with his words. My inner muscles involuntarily clenched in response to the thrilling thoughts that danced in my mind.

"I think she likes it," Khagra answered for me, his thumb moving over my clit.

My eyes were wide as they locked with Khagra's, my body shaking with each stroke of his finger. His touch sent tremors through my entire body and I found myself reaching for Baldur, who immediately held me to him.

"Please..." I implored, my voice a breathless whisper.

Baldur gently cupped my jaw, guiding my lips to meet his in a tender kiss. As our mouths melded, a surge of want rippled through me, and in response, Khagra's movements intensified as he added another finger.

Pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave, carrying me to new heights of ecstasy. The intimacy of the kiss, combined with Khagra's skilled ministrations, had my body arching on the bed and I was left panting, trying to catch my breath.

I felt one of Baldur's hands on my thigh, urging me on as our kiss ended and I stole a glance at him, his gaze was intense and focused Khagra's hand between my legs.

"Don't stop," Baldur commanded him.

"Not the God Anu himself could stop me," Khagra growled before removing his fingers to reposition his face closer to me.

Before I could even blink, he grabbed behind my knees and he leaned forward. I inhaled while Khagra brought my legs to press up against my chest. Baldur did not hesitate to help hold them in place while Khagra stared at my vulva.

His intense gaze locked on to my exposed flesh, and it felt as if he were caressing every inch of me. The intensity in his hazel eyes made me feel both vulnerable and desired. So much so that I found myself unable to look away.

Khagra spat on my outer lips and upon seeing the shock on my face he grinned, "I want you good and wet, Izara."

His words trailed off into a soft murmur as he buried his face against me, and a blissful cry escaped my lips as his mouth and tongue began their delicious exploration. Waves of pleasure surged through me with every exquisite touch, and I surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

Khagra and Baldur stroked and explored every inch of my body until I was a quivering mess.

My body ignited like a blazing inferno, every touch feeling more intense than the last one. Each caress, each kiss, became a wondrous and electrifying sensation that left me gasping for air.

When Baldur positioned himself between my legs, Khagra moved to my side and held one of my hands, his thumb gently caressing the back of my fingers. As Baldur's cock slowly began to push into me, spreading me wide, I could not help but push against him, even as the searing heat of his girth made me cry out.

"That's it, love..." Khagra's voice was a gentle murmur against my skin as he brushed a tender kiss against my temple. "You're taking him so well; can you handle more?"

"Yes," I moaned.

The desire inside me surged as I needed to feel Baldur completely, to experience the exquisite sensation of him filling me entirely. My heart raced with anticipation, and I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to know what it felt like to have him completely inside of me, connecting with him on the most intimate level possible.

As Baldur eased more of himself into me, my body trembled. The feeling of him sliding deeper and deeper, filling me entirely, had my back arching. My heart pounded in my chest, and my breath hitched while I tried to adjust to the feeling of him, those ridges along the side of his shaft gave a particularly stimulating sensation whenever he pushed in and out of me, heightening my pleasure even more.

Khagra was right there beside me, his presence a steady anchor in the sea of sensations that engulfed me. His hand caressed mine, providing comfort and reassurance. With every gentle touch, he silently encouraged me to embrace the experience fully, assuring me that he was there to support and guide me through this newfound intimacy.

As his warm breath caressed my skin, Khagra's deep voice became a soft melody, weaving into the air, and stirring the already passionate atmosphere. His whispers of encouragement became the gentle breeze that swept away my nerves and any lingering uncertainties.

"Relax, let yourself feel every movement, every sensation. That's it, you're doing beautifully."

Khagra's words, filled with tenderness and care, helped me surrender to the pleasure and vulnerability of the moment while Baldur continued his gentle yet powerful thrusts.

It was as if the three of us were bound together in an intricate dance, each movement synchronized and in harmony. In that moment, I realized that it was not just Baldur I was connected to but Khagra too, our feelings and desires intertwining as we shared this intimate space.

"Are you ready for him to go faster?" Khagra asked.

With a fervent nod, I whispered, "Yes, go ahead, show me what it's like to get fucked by the Orc King."

Baldur's growl sent a shiver down my spine, and as he pulled back before thrusting inside of me, all the gentleness from earlier melted away. The change in pace was electrifying, and I gulped, feeling the intensity of his increased rhythm.

Khagra's fingers tightened around mine, offering both reassurance and a sense of unity. With every movement, every powerful thrust, I submitted more of myself to them, relinquishing control to the pleasure that consumed me.

Baldur's massive hand slid up to grip my neck, and I found myself surrendering even further, captivated by the blend of dominance and care he displayed. As he squeezed, I huffed, surprised by how utterly exhilarating it was to give myself entirely to both of them.

I felt a profound connection, not just physically but emotionally, with Baldur and Khagra. It was as if all the walls I had built around my heart were crumbling, and I was allowing myself to be vulnerable, to be loved and cherished in a way I had never experienced before.

The pleasure surged through me, my body and soul responding to the passion and intensity of the moment. With every touch, every motion, I felt an overwhelming sense of harmony with them, like pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together.

Sensing my submission, Khagra breathed out, "Harder, Baldur, she can take it."

As the Orc King dutifully followed Khagra's guidance, I found myself carried away on a symphony of sensations. My voice escaped in melodic gasps and cries, the raw passion of the moment igniting a fierce fire within me. Tears of ecstasy streamed down my heated cheeks, and my body convulsed as each fervent thrust built an overwhelming crescendo of pleasure.

When Baldur let go of my neck while simultaneously thrusting into me hard, my climax came out of nowhere. My voice escaped me in a euphoric scream, the sound echoing through the room as the waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

"Shit!" Baldur gasped. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you cum, Izara. I can feel you squeezing around me, Anu, help me! So, fucking good!"

The Orc King's powerful roar reverberated through the room, an intense and primal sound that transcended the boundaries of human expression. As his body shuddered against mine, I felt the surging warmth of his release filling me. Khagra's moans mingled with his friend's bellow of pleasure, and as Baldur opened his eyes to meet mine, I could not help but grin, feeling an overwhelming sense of jubilation and contentment wash over me.

Seeing my smile, Khagra asked, "You liked that, didn't you?"

"I loved it," I answered. "But you know what I would love even more?"

Tilting his head slightly, he enquired, "What's that?"

"As much as I would love to see you fuck Baldur, I want to feel you inside me as well, Khagra, please?"

"I don't want to hurt you, Izara, I know that you must be sore–"

Interjecting, I tightened my hold on his hand and said, "I can take it, I promise."

"Fuck..." Khagra grunted as he pressed his forehead to mine, "When you beg so sweetly, how can I even think to resist?"

Baldur and Khagra switched places and I bit my bottom lip when I felt myself being turned onto my front. The Orc King settled against the headboard of the large bed, and with a gentle pull, he drew me closer until our chests pressed firmly together. Meanwhile, Khagra positioned me so that my ass was up in the air and as he ran his fingers along the centre of my back, I shivered.

"Please..." I implored.

"I love it when you beg, you've always had such impeccable manners," Khagra commented while his hands moved to rub circles against my buttocks. "Say it, again," he ordered.

Whimpering, I did as commanded, "Please..."

"I'm not convinced, say it again."

"Please!"

Khagra's palm smacked my ass with a loud crack, sending a jolt of sharp pain through my body. Yet, instead of recoiling, I found myself strangely aroused by the sensation. The sting of his touch transformed into something darker, igniting a fiery desire within me that I could not resist.

As the echoes of the impact lingered in the bedroom, I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and my mind became a canvas of forbidden fantasies. The pain and pleasure intertwined, blurring the lines between us, and I found myself yearning for more of Khagra's commanding touch.

"You should see how beautiful you look, Izara, all swollen and wet, with Baldur's cum leaking out of you," Khagra rasped.

Baldur's deep, guttural groan rumbled through his chest as his best friend's vivid words painted an enticing picture. He could not seem to resist pulling me even closer against his powerful torso, his strong arms enveloping my back in a firm embrace.

As Khagra pressed his cock against me, I instinctively shifted my hips back, sheathing myself slightly on him. A piece of his bulbous head slipped inside of me a bit and the feeling sent tingles through my body, making me eager for more.

Hissing, Khagra grabbed my hips tighter, "Greedy girl..."

"Just a little," I moaned.

With a frisky chuckle, Khagra pushed forward, filling me completely as he buried the rest of himself inside of me. My cry of pleasure was muffled slightly against Baldur's chest, and I found myself instinctively gripping his upper arms, my nails digging into his skin.

"Anu's beard!" I whined.

Gently running his fingers through my hair, Baldur whispered, "Shh, you can take it, love. Just relax, yes, such a good girl."

The sensation of being so intimately connected with both of them overwhelmed me, and I allowed myself to get swept away in the moment. Baldur's strong embrace and Khagra's powerful thrusts created a whirlwind of pleasure that had my heart thrashing in my chest.

Khagra's fingers held my hips firmly, guiding our movements perfectly. He leaned down to brush his lips against the skin of my shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down my spine.

I lost myself in the pleasure he bestowed upon me, feeling the tension building, drawing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the overwhelming sensation of being desired and cherished.

Baldur's strong arms tightened, his gaze fixed on me with a mix of adoration and possessiveness. He seemed to take pleasure in seeing me in the throes of passion, and it only fuelled the fire burning within me.

When the waves of pleasure crashed over me again, I cried out in bliss, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm. Khagra's movements became more urgent, until he, too, found his release, mixing his semen with Baldur's.

The Orc King continued to hold me close while Khagra moved to lay beside us, his arm wrapping over my back to interlace his fingers with Baldur's and I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and wonder. My body was blissfully exhausted, and a sense of contentment washed over me as the darkness of slumber gently claimed me.

In that tender embrace, I found solace and safety, cocooned between two strong and devoted beings. The intensity of our lovemaking had left me sated and satisfied, but it was the emotional connection that had me feeling truly fulfilled. My heart swelled with love for both Baldur and Khagra, and I knew that the bond we shared went beyond the physical realm.

As my eyes fluttered shut, I felt the comforting rhythm of their breaths, their warmth seeping into my skin, and their touch imprinting on my soul.

When the darkness finally claimed me, I welcomed it with a smile, knowing that in the arms of Baldur and Khagra, I had found my home. In this newfound emotion, I had discovered a sense of belonging that would carry me through the trials ahead, and I drifted into dreams filled with the promise of a bright future.

One filled with love, passion, and unity.

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A/N: Wow, this turned out much longer than I had intended, over 5k words! 🤯

Hopefully, the chapter wasn't too lengthy or overdone as I was really nervous writing such a scene. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed it, and would love to hear your thoughts.