Go for it. Bro!

Gurak's big, hairy arms draw you further back into his lap as he lets his huge, brutal cock slide in your cum-slick chute to graze and rub and tease that soul-soiling spot inside you, as Karug saunters back over, idly fondling his own monster dong, and sidles up on the bench to kneel in over you, inviting you to compare cocks by stroking his against yours. Your hips arch to buck against him and, when you rock back, Gurak thrusts in just that much harder.

"Come on, Little Bro," Karug teases, "I thought you liked getting us hard big and hard, showing off like you do." He rests an elbow on his twin's beefy shoulder, his hairy pit close enough for you to feel the warmth on your cheek. "Don't be shy." He bucks back, sliding along the big, dumb dong that got you here, until your drooling knob nests in the hollow between his huge, hairy Orc-nuts, then slides down it slowly. You arch again, on purpose this time, and again as you slide yourself back, Gurak rewards you with a deeper grind , hands on your sturdy hips rocking you forward again when your hot hole shivers around him.

As your instincts pull you several ways - into Karug's rank armpit, down to lick at his cock, just out of reach, back to grind against Gurak's slow-humping cock nudging at your slutty, Elvish cum-button – you utter a low, impatient growl, unconsciously mimicking Gurak's basso purr. Both twins laugh, and Gurak licks your neck. You wrap your arms around Karug's waist, and pull him in against you so that both of your big, drooling Orc-cocks jostle together between your sweaty, cum-streaked bellies, and lean in to lick his armpit in retaliation.

"Hnngh! B-bros..." You are about to ask them to stop teasing, out of habit, but realize you don't want them to. Karug is humping your big, dumb dong now with his bigger, dripping Orc meat, letting you wallow in his hairy pit, beneath and behind you, Gurak lets your inner, milking grip squeeze his fat cock clear out to start teasing and nudging your hungry hole all over again, so that you trail off with an urgent whine.

"Bros, ...oooh, what, little dude?" Karug asks, rubbing up along you again with his big, cum-sticky sack.

Gurak chuckles. "He was going to tell us to stop," he correctly guesses, "but doesn't really want us to." The heavy steel gauge of his bull-ring knocks at your shuddering butthole, loosing a bubble of cum to trail down your taint. "Do, you, Bro?" He slides his whole, hairy length across you, to slicken himself where you seep, and you feel every bristle, then slides down again, to ease and tease you open with slow, grinding thrusts. Your fickle pucker tenses, then tenders, yielding, yawning. The slow stretch makes you gasp, clench, and he slides away again to begin teasing you, more slowly still.

"Let me at that big, dumb dong of your, Little Bro," demands Karug. "Been making us watch you have your cuddle-time for six years, hunh, just to make yourself need to cum buckets when you finally got the chance?" Like Gurak, the younger twin seems to have been paying attention, and knows just how you like best to work yourself over, his hands on your drooling, adolescent Orc-meat sure and slow. "Don't expect me to hurry, Little Bro. Here on out, Gurak and I intent to keep you horny all the time, and see how much we can get you to cum, when we let you."

You moan – almost a whimper – at the thought, but have to admit, it's a pretty hot idea, being kept extra eager for whatever filthy diversions your humpy, horny Big Bros have in mind for you. Arching your hips, you slide your big, dumb dong willingly into Karug's grip, and he grins down at you with evil intent as you let him build your need to Breed deeper, your sack growing heavy as he edges you with slow, sure strokes. Gurak licks your neck, and you remember to continue to tease your own sticky hole as well, rocking back against him, then thrusting forward again, then back, giving yourself over to their scheme completely.

"Aw, yeah," growls Gurak. "You want to earn that collar, don't you? Well, time to earn my next big, hard nut up your slutty, butt-buddy fuck-hole, Little Bro." This time, as he grinds into you, your clenching passage merely milks him, drawing him deeper, down to that special place, that filthy, Elvish thing that you know already has a dangerous hold over you. Your back arches to press against him there, and he obliges, just until he feels your response, then shoves deeper, to grind at your cum-slickened, sensitive, stretch-sore ring with the bramble-patch of his bristling pubes. "Do it, Little Bro. Make me cum, if you can."

You find a steady pace, sliding your sticky ring – milking, squeezing – up along Gurak's big, brutal Orc-cock, to buck and thrust in Karug's teasing, slow-stroking grip. He grins down at you, pleased at your complaisant surrender as he stokes your urgent need to cum with patient intent. A question lingers, and finds voice like the steady stream of pre overflowing to slicken his hand. "Did he really pee in your mouth?" His grin widens.

"I might pee in yours," Kurag jokes – at least, you think it's a joke – with his cock just out of reach of your parted, panting lips. Your own cock gets harder in his sticky, dong-flogging fist.

"Not in the Lodge," Gurak growls, plowing deep into you, bluntly ramming that filthy, slutty spot that makes you squirm and squeeze and moan. "Wait til we get him out to the Muckrut Wallow, see how he likes playing dirty." Not joking, then. You blush, sliding up Gurak's big, hairy, cum-slicked meat to pump yourself in Karug's fist. "Get him ready, Kar. I'm close." He's at your neck again, licking, teasing with his tusks, and Karug is sliding your fuzzy, sticky foreskin all around the leaking knob of your big, dumb dong as he draws your face deep into his dank, hairy armpit. You feel your own nut-sack churning, taut, straining for release.