"Unf! Unf! Unf! Unf!"

Flexing inwardly, you work your cum-slicked chute all around Gurak's big, brutal, Orc-meat, clutching, milking, grinding his blunt ram against that foul, filthy, soul-soiling, Elvish spot inside you. But not too hard, not too long or you'll cum, and you know your Big Bro needs to cum first, to blast shot after shot of his hot, hard nut, right against where you only tease yourself, now. And Karug is drawing your head back from were he's suffocating you in hit pit-stink, to glaze your panting lips with the drooling crown of his own huge, hairy cock, sliding his foreskin back with your little tusks. Beneath you, tension gathers in Gurak's big, beefy frame, abs rippling in the hollow of your back, thighs like corded hardwood as his hips arch, lifting you, impaled on his ominously throbbing, twitching cock.

Gurak is licking your neck, growling, biting softly, pressing with his short tusks to goad you on. Karug toys with your big, aching boner, teases his against your lips and tongue before drawing back from your reach. Both of them so much larger, broader, more heavily fleshed, more powerfully muscled, crowding you between them, with the scent of sweat and cock and cum – both theirs and your own – heavy on the dim air. Trapped by your body's unrelenting needs, by your half-breed weakness for their raw strength, and you don't care whether they tricked you, or you teased and tempted them. You know your brothers want you right where you are, at their mercy.

And, while some scandalized part of you is still shocked and surprised and thinks you should protest, an equally surprised part of you finds that not only do you not mind, but knowing yourself to be in their power, captured, bound by your own desires, only makes you more aroused – as they plainly planned and intended. You'd been teasing them both for six long years, after all. Shamelessly showing off your pleasure at your big, Orc-Breeder's dong, stroking and sucking it, even playing around with your own butthole while they wrestled, and strained, and sweated, and stretched against each other. Knowing they couldn't touch you – not like this, certainly – as they like you waited for your coming of age. And when that time had come, where had you gone? Right to them, teasing from a distance, then up close, to ask what they thought you should do. And they'd told you.

"Come on. little dude," Gurak growls, telling you again, "I'm hanging by a thread from the nut of my life." And you love hearing it, love knowing that your Big Bro can't help wanting to pump quarts of Orc-cum up your slick, snug, shit-chute. And Karug is drawing you back into the dank, delerious, dominant nest of his deep, damp armpit to huff and pant until you are high on his scent. And you clutch, and clench, and slide, and squirm, and squeeze. You obey, and Gurak grinds to that inner spot that utterly degrades you, holds himself there, and unloads a cannon of cum inside you.

Gurak's hips lift you high, legs spread across his thick thighs, and he slips from where his release punches and pummels that cursed, enslaving thing inside you to push deeper, but not before your own climax draws your whole body tight and tense around him. Karug's hand on your neck pulls you from his pit, as his other curls your pulsing cock up at you, and you curl down, straining to catch it with lips and tongue, wishing for a ring like your Big Brothers', to catch with a tusk to draw your cum-gushing dong to your mouth.

Even with Karug's help, a few overflowing, gulping swallows are all you are able to hold yourself down for, and you let the rest fly where it will as you lay back against Gurak beneath you, who has taken hold of your hips while your gut clenches to toss your cum-fountain high, using that inward grip to stroke his own jetting cock, sliding out to pound back in with rough, blunt thrusts against that dirty, slutty, Elvish cum-button, teaching it, training it, using this special window of time in your First Breeding to assure that, forever after, you will answer its insatiable cravings with all the urgent demands to which your Breeding caste is bound.

The moment draws out, timeless, and now when stars swim and boil, and the abyss opens a thousand eyes, you ride it out afloat on sensation: the firm, full girth of Gurak, pumping a flood that enflames you. Karug, still milking your own pulsing, jetting load to spatter your mouth, soaking the wispy hairs of you upper lip, the fuzzy scruff of your chin. Your own body still coiled, coaxing, stroking Gurak inside you, needing each rude thrust that shoves and bullies at that touchy, tenderized weak spot awash with his cum.

Without your resistance or assistance, you find yourself eased off of Gurak's softening, sated sex, lifted, turned, eased back astraddle Karug's broad lap where he steadies and supports you, guiding your head down to nestle, nuzzling and tonguing the puddles where Gurak drags your slack face along himself as a cum rag.

"Get that wiped up, little dude," he says needlessly as he swabs around his sodden root in its bristly thicket with your tongue. "Moon's up, time for us to clear out."

"You probably want a wash, hunh Bro?" Karug smirks over your shoulder, licks under your ear, then leans to ply his tongue alongside yours.

"Or maybe he likes it, all sticky and stinking like buttfuck and cum," suggest Gurak, mussing your hair. "We should make him sleep in it." Your cock twitches and dribbles as an after-tremor rolls through you.

"Food first, though. And drink," counters Karug. "But in any case," he adds, taking up your cummy fur rug from the bench to cover your back and shoulders, "not here. Put these on." He hands you your skimpy, tattered drawers and you fumble to stuff your sack and drizzling dong into the greasy, nut-hugging leathers as he tugs the thong snug to your tenderized, trembling butthole, possessively plugging you with the blunt, callused ball of his thumb.

Gurak gathers up the twins' double fur, rolls to his feet, and hauls you up with him. Kurag, unwilling to relinquish his claim, necessarily rises to follow. "So, what's it going to be, little dude?"