All good? Alrighty, then.

You lay across Gurak's big, muscled thigh as he holds you by the back of the head to mop up deep puddles of you fresh-spilled cum from his big, hairy Orc-cock with your eager tongue. Behind you, just as big, his twin brother Karug is still slow-fucking your cum-flooded shithole, letting each lazy, churning thrust grind and tease at that dirty, little, secret spot inside you that makes you blush and moan and squeeze and squirm all around him as your own cock swings free, drizzling a slow, steady stream of cum to rope your thighs with sticky webs. "How you feeling now, Little Bro?" Karug leans in to lick your neck as you grind back against his sticky pubes.

"So good..." you mumble thickly, then clear your mouth and throat with a reflexive swallow. You can lift your head now without feeling faint, and Gurak releases his grip with another good-puppy pat to your head as you nose your way to the deep cum-well of his hairy, sunken navel. "But also dirty. Like, really filthy with you two knowing how much I like it..." You trail off uncertainly, tongue-deep in a cum-puddle, shyly sliding your ass back onto Karug's big, lazy cock with a little inner clutch around him as he nudges that spot that make you go all dopey.

"But you do like it, don't you?" Karug asks, grinding there.

"Yeah..." You admit, hiding a blush by nuzzling Gurak's slowly stiffening Orc-meat with your soft, sticky mouth. "But... I don't what I'm doing, or if I am any good at it..." Your ass arches, pumping Karug slowly inside you, with a tentative, wriggling squeeze.

"Well," considers Karug, "I guess we can make allowances, since it is your First Breeding and all." He nudges that spot again, and lingers with a slow, rolling grind of his hips as he stares down at you appraisingly. "If you promise to work hard to improve, of course."

Gurak growls, grabbing the thick root of his cock to tap it heavily against your cheek. "You're gonna need a lot of practice, understood?" You turn reflexively to receive the heavy, but gentle, cock-slaps with your open mouth, and nod. He smirks. "Right. Kar, you about done unloading?"

Karug sinks into you fully, sending a last surge of accumulated cum flooding up deep inside you. "Oh, yeah. Just keeping it warm. It's nice back here. And he likes it, don't you, little dude?" A smirk is a smile, right? You smile back shyly and nod again, taking the next cock-slap to your ear.

"Then quit fucking around. See if he can sit up. How bout it, Little Bro?" You brace with your arms, and raise your head, trailing a strand of cum from your chin. Momentary dizziness, but is passes swiftly. You roll your shouders and rotate your neck, as Karug tightens his arms to lift you back against him, still lodged firmly in your shivering, clenching hole.

"Alright, Gurak - sit back a bit so I can pull out and drop him in your lap. He may still be woozy." He slides a hand down the crease of your thigh to get a grip under you without mashing your nuts. "Tighten up, Little Bro - try not to leak." Hoisting you with him, nimble in spite of his bulk, he steps onto the log-hewn bench and hunkers to kneel astride Gurak's thick waist. "Ready? Nice and easy. One, two..."

Before you can properly clamp down on 'three', he withdraws in an easeful, fluid motion that leaves you achingly empty, except for roughly a half gallon of cum, which inevitably gushes out until you can get control of your gaping, spasming butthole to mostly staunch the leak.

"Aw, little dude! You just got that clean. Well..." Gurak growls gruffly as Karug sidesteps away, "You'll just have to sit in your wet spot and clean it later." His big, rough hands grab you by the hips to sit you down in his spread lap. You come to rest with your thighs between his, back to his chest, your burbling butthole tickled by the cum-soaked wiry thatch of his pubes, your nuts warming his larger shaft, hanging below your own.

You cringe, shrinking into a despondent slump, even your big, fat dong drooping, just squirming your leaky, sensitive, aching butthole around the brambly thicket beneath you, prompting both Bigger Bros to hastily relent. "Aw, little dude..." Gurak leans over you in an enveloping hug from behind. "Joking. Joking. We were shitting you..."

Karug leand in as well, braced with one hand hanging on the woven root-wicker Great Boar totem above the bench, opposite foot planted on his older twin's thigh, so that you are boxed in by his hairy pit on one side and his dripping brute of a cock on the other as he hastens to console you. "Naw, Little Bro, cheer up. Truth is, you're pretty fucking hot, little dude, and you're burning every hope we'd had for you to the fucking ground."

You do perk up a bit, at that, but are immediately wary. You know these two are horrible leg-pullers. "Just how much of this is the joke, Bros? Because maybe I really do want you to be my chosen Breeding Mates, after all, and was looking forward to it and shit..." You look between them, hurt. "You ever maybe think of that?"

"Little Bro," Kurak says with as much sincerity he can muster, "your Ceremony of Seeking is very real," he insists. "If you actually do want Gurak and me as your Chosen Mates, then, well..." He shrugs. "Then that's what we are. If you'll have us."

"And can do what you're told," adds Gurak, much more characteristically. He arches his hips to slide the root of his cock across your hole like a moon python shedding its skin and licks your neck. You shiver, as you feel your quaking butthole bubble and chirp, painting him with a broad slug-trail of Karug's cum as he slides under. "Chin up, Bro. Play with your dong, suck on Karug like you promised to, and we'll tell you what's really what, kay?"

He pulls you back from where you threaten to slide off his dick, guides your own hands to your own, and rests his own on your hips, where he can continue to stroke his cock with your hole. A heavy pat on the cheek is from Karug's cock, and you look up to find it there, already glossing your lips.