A lesson in group dynamics

With that, Uthul continued savouring my asshole while Vaelira quietly shuffled herself beneath the orc. She seemed hesitant, but she didn’t have to wait for the orc to repeat herself. Her elegant Elvish mouth wrapped itself around Uthul’s cock, eliciting a grunt of appreciation from the green-skinned individual.

Meanwhile, I slowly accepted what was coming as I felt my orifice loosen up slowly under the orc’s caress. As a matter of fact, it was almost pleasant... no, it was! And the orc’s comment earlier was truthful, too. My penis did become hard under her touch, it feels as if it could burst! By the beard of Alonsus, was I really that excited about my upcoming treatment? I did agree for her to join us... but it did sort of just... slip out, you know!

I closed my eyes, letting out a soft, shuddering breath as my mind frantically spun in circles, attempting to construct one final, bulletproof logical defense for why I was currently trembling over a stack of burlap sacks... It’s merely a tactical concession, I told myself, clutching the rough fabric beneath me as Uthul’s tongue pressed harder against my tight entrance. A prince knows when to yield and when to fight... and it was time to yield!

Beside me, Vaelira had completely abandoned her aloof, superior composure. Her long elven ears twitched softly as she worked with eager dedication, taking long, deliberate glides over Uthul’s massive shaft. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the quiet hold, accompanied by the occasional low, rumbling grunt of approval from the orc above us.

“Look at the two of you,” Uthul chuckled, her deep voice vibrating straight through my spine as her heavy hands clamped onto my hips like iron clamps. “An elf on her knees and a Beornian prince practically begging for it with his ass in the air. So much for all that high-and-mighty talk. How about this lesson in group dynamics, prince? Everyone’s working mightily fine together!”

Uthul shifted her weight, using her broad hands to slide me lower over the crates before reaching over to yank Vaelira right alongside me by the waist. The night elf didn’t resist. By now, the change in her attitude was noticeable. It seems her talk of being a dominant top was nothing more, but a bluff... or perhaps seeing Uthul’s own dominance swayed her? She didn’t even try to challenge the orcess and was happy to follow her orders instead.

“Side-by-side, just like proper teammates,” Uthul grunted, a wicked rumble of satisfaction rolling through her chest as she loomed over both of us and slapped my ass. “Two proud little bottoms, perfectly aligned and ready for my taking!”

I would’ve made some comment, but before I could muster the words, her thick cock pressed against my rear and, thanks to both her and Vaelira’s efforts, the first few inches slid in almost effortlessly. I gasped, my cock twitched as the sudden stretch startled me...

“By the Heavens,” I moaned.
“No heavens here, prince, just an orc and her big fat cock,” Uthul chuckled in response as she pushed in deeper.

The feeling was... overwhelming! Painful, yes, but also strangely exciting. My cock twitched as I could feel every inch of Uthul sliding deeper and deeper. The orcess didn’t waste any time letting me adjust though. With a heavy, deliberate thrust, she buried herself all the way to the hilt, burying every last inch inside me with a sharp, iron-tight press of her hips.

A loud, embarrassing whimper tore right past my lips, my fingers clawing into the rough burlap as my spine buckled under the sheer scale of her.

“There now,” Uthul growled low in my ear, her hot breath washing over my neck while her hands anchored onto my hips like vices. “No more pretense, your royal majesty, just take my cock.”

She established a slow, punishing rhythm, dragging out nearly to the tip before sliding back home with heavy, rolling force that sent shocks of sheer heat straight to my core. Every deep slide hit a sweet, sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl and my hard shaft twitch helplessly against the sacks.

Vaelira shifted beside me on the burlap, her violet eyes narrowing as she watched Uthul focus entirely on my unravelling composure. The night elf’s previous dominance-turned-aloofness now gave way to a sharp, impatient huff.

“Uthul,” Vaelira purred, her voice dripping with strategic annoyance. “You’re giving the prince entirely too much exclusive attention. What about me?”

Uthul paused her rhythm just long enough to glance down at Vaelira with a toothy, amused grin.

“Jealous already, elf? I thought you said you only ever take the lead.”
“I do,” Vaelira insisted, sitting up slightly and tossing her silver hair back, though her flushed cheeks betrayed her composure. “Which is precisely why leaving me on standby while His Highness gets all your focus seems entirely unfair.”

I let out a weak, shuddering breath into the sacks, my body completely betraying me as I squirm into Uthul’s grip.

“I... agree with Vaelira. In the interest of... fair distribution... perhaps we take a brief break?”
“Shut it, prince, no breaks,” Uthul snorted, her heavy hand keeping me firmly pinned while she reached over with her free arm to grab Vaelira by the hip, hauling the night elf’s ass right in front of me. “How about you put your mouth to work and stop spouting nonsense?”

Admittedly, it was a lovely sight before my eyes. Vaelira’s perfect ass and cock hanging between her legs appeared like a tasty treat so I heeded Uthul’s instructions and took her length in my mouth. Thankfully, Vaelira calmed down a bit, but she still seemed frustrated at the lack of attention her ass was getting. Hey, at the end of the day, everyone has to wait their turn, right? Not that I insisted that Uthul kept up her rhythm, but it was becoming painfully (and extremely delightfully, actually) obvious that my body was nearing its limit and I was just a tad bit curious to see what would happen...