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You peek back over your shoulder, where your sore, quivering cum-hole wetly kisses the blunt crown of Gurak's cock, meeting his smugly pleased smile. Turning back to glaze your sticky lips along Karug's dripping tool, you see the younger twin wears the same expression. You are sore and shaking, dizzy with all the wonderful, terrible things that they have said, and done, and promised to do to your sleek, solid, adolescent Orc-Breeder body – things you find that you crave more deeply than you knew you could want anything. You don't have to consider your answer, as you gaze up at Karug with big, pleading eyes, but only to assure yourself that they mean what they say.

"Really?" You look at Karug, then back again to Garuk, leaning in over your shoulder. They grin and nod.

"You heard it, Little Bro," says Garuk. "And we've shown you a little of what the two of us can do for that hard, Breeding urge of yours." He plies the thick, drooling head of his huge, brutal Orc-cock against you, skinning back his hairy foreskin with your shivering, leaking butthole teasingly.

"And we mean it." Karug is rubbing his own under your snub nose to wipe the scent of his cock and your own ass into the soft wispy hairs on your upper lip where you have tried to grow your whiskers in. "But this really is your First Breeding, Little Bro, and it has to be your choice, freely given. You know our terms. Is that what you want?"

"Best be sure, little dude," warns Garuk, not pushing any deeper, but holding your ring open with the teasing tip of his fat Orc-meat, seeping with pre and promise.

You don't really need to think about it, even if it isn't what you had thought you would want when the day had dawned - your eighteenth nameday, your coming of age when, after six hard years, building and honing your adolescent sexual urges to a compelling, insatiable hunger, you are at last old enough to choose a mate. Instinct had led you to ask your bigger twin brothers what they thought you should do, and they had spent the rest of the day showing you. And you knew now in your heart that your instinct had been right.

"Yes," you affirm. "I choose this. Both of you, to fuck me in that Elvish spot, coach my Breeding need, make me a junky for Orc-cum, tell me what to do. All of it."

"You asked for it, slut," Gurak growls happily in your ear and, with teasing slowness, sinks inch by hairy inch into your tender, trembling cum-hole, just a taste to build your hunger the deep, slow, hard fuck you crave.

"This time, when we let you cum, in just that way you need, Little Bro," affirms Karug, "know that it's for keeps. Our promise to you. Now, you get to work on making Gurak give up a big hard nut. And I'll be right back," he adds, "to play with your big, dumb dong while I watch."

"Sun's setting. He's putting a flag up at the entrance of the lodge, show it's in use for a private ceremony," Garuk explains. He grinds in just to that dirty, slutty, cum-button, grazes there teasingly, and lets your reflexive clutch around his girth in response squeeze him out, so that he begins again, glazing around your aching, empty hole with the fat, drooling knob of his cock.

"I won't get you in trouble, will I?" Really, that's their problem, but you'd still hate to cause a hassle when the twins were being so nice. You rock yourself happily, stroking your hole just as lazily against him. So good. You would have expected to be raw and sore, but just feel more sensitive – slick, and sticky, and dirty - just how you are learning that you like it.

"Naw - Ceremony of Seeking has standing as ritual, even if it isn't a Lodge thing," Gurak assures. "Of course, some of the other Hunters may want a turn if they catch us," he admits, "and I only wanna share you with Kar, tonight, little dude." You squirm your ass reflexively, imagining the dim round room full of big Orcs in boar masks, and Gurak slides in as you push back, all the way to that hungry place, then idles there while you squeeze inwardly around him.

Karug is rattling around the dim chamber, kindling a few small lamps. Soft light and softer shadow makes the round chamber seem closer and more intimate. He ignores the fire-pit. You aren't cold, huddled as you are against Garuk's big, meaty frame, his cock still more teasing and toying in your hole than the kind of fucking you know they both can deliver, waiting for his twin to return, but you don't mind.

He isn't gone long.