Come on, Bro – wake up!

You're falling. No, you're lying down, your big brother's big bicep and shoulder pillow your head as the dim, cool lodge-chamber spins around you. Breathe. Your brother's sweaty armpit reassures you. Voices not far away, but for now, breathe. Dank, male, Orc – and with it another scent. Cum. You nuzzle in blindly, in spite of the horrible vertigo, smelling, tasting. Orc armpit, and Cum. Your cum. That's what you're tasting when you finally snap back.

"Little dude, come on Bro..." Gentle slaps on your cheek, bouncing your face in Gurak's cummy armpit, and you make a sound to let him know you hear him, then give him a long lick. Cum... And then you can speak.

"What happened?" It can't have been very long. Karug's cock is still stretching and filling you, even still pulsing his load. Your own flows out in a continuous stream over Gurak's thigh where you straddle him. Karug's big arms are wrapped around you, holding you snug against him. If Gurak feels crowded by the two of you on top of him, he doesn't show it. But then he's always been strong. You've always loved how big and strong the twins are. "Whoah. Okay, I'm back now."

"You okay there, Little Bro?" Karug, just slow-humping your leaking, bubbling hole like he started out, licking your neck. The cum escaping your aching butthole is nothing, however, to what you feel inside, still flooding up your guts. You nuzzle deeper into Gurak's underarm, but the cum is all gone. You try to raise your head.

"Okay? Bro, that was awesome – I saw Hell!" You decide lying down is better and abandon that whole raising-your-head thing.

"Just take it easy, little dude. We got you. Kar, get him down here while he's still kind of out of it." Dizzy again as you are lifted from Gurak's armpit, swinging, a hand supporting your head, letting it roll heavily into the hollow of Gurak's hip so that your face bumps to a rest on his cock. Not throwing up. Okay. That was close. His cock, so close. "Yeah, just nice and easy, Little bro. Something for ya there, when you're ready, okay?" You can smell it. Cum. You remember seeing, just before the screaming demon stars exploded, Gurak's cock under a thick spatter of cum, and another spatter falling. Your cum. You don't even open your eyes, just finding it by scent and mouth-feel. Licking, sucking, swallowing.

"Dude, look at him go..." Kurag, speaking over you, a smirk in his voice.

"Aw. yeah," growls Gurag. his belly shaking somewhere just above you. "Here, Little Bro..." His big hand taking you by the back of the head, so you don't need to do more than open your mouth and hang out your tongue, as he wipes his cock with your face. "All yours, little dude," he says, like offering a little kid candy. Licking, sucking, savoring. "You deserve it. Still got a cork in him, Kar?" So much cum. And you feel Gurak's cock swelling under your lips and cheek, sliding under your tongue.

"Well, I've got a cock in him, and an Orc in him," says Karug, "if that's what you mean." All the while, like the motion of the sea, his hips have been rocking with slow, lazy, rolling thrusts, stroking you inside, slowly churning his big, thick load. A wet, farting sound. Hot cum washes down your sack.

"That was me," you say thickly, where you're deep in the puddle between Gurak's huge nuts and the base of his hardening dick. He shoves your face down into it to shut you up.

"Bring him up here, before you pull out. He can sit on my dong to suck yours." The rest of your body is returning to you, now, as you lap and slurp and swallow, and you remember something you're supposed to be doing. Karug – making him cum. Moaning into your puddle, you arch your back and, as well as you can, held as you are, squeeze your hole around him, tight, to keep more from spilling, as you slide your ring along his sticky, hairy, thick cock in time to the slow roll of his hips against you. You want to make him cum and it feels so good to try. You need to try to be good enough. Thick cum – your cum – fills your mouth, rolls down your throat as you swallow.

"Fuck! What a slut, and keeping it tight!" Karug's voice, rich with awed amusement. Your cock thickens and your sack churns, dripping his cum down your thigh, to hear you're doing good.

"Let me wipe up the rest of this with his mouth," says Gurak, all business. "Then see if he can sit up." You relax. just sliding and milking Karug inside you as you nuzzle and suck wherever Gurak puts your face. You hope you'll be able to sit up for them some time soon, but for now you want to be right where they have you, securely trapped between them.