Chill, Bro

"So here's the real deal." Karug begis, looming over you, hanging from the root-woven effigy, dangling his big, sticky dong where you can hardly help nuzzling up against it, sprawled as you are against the warm embrace of Gurak's spread lap. So, nuzzle you do, following your own scent along it with little licks, exploring flavors.

"Come on, little dude," growls Gurak at your ear. "May as well start working up your next big nut while you hear us out." He laces his thick fingers with yours where they idle on your big, dumb dong. He takes up a leisured stroke, matching the slide of him, forward and back, under your poor, sore hole slithering down the soothing track of warm, slick Orc-cum that it still bubbles and seeps. "Try not to squirm," he growls in your ear. But you get that it's meant as a challenge you're expected to fail, which you are happy to.

"We've spent a lot of time around Elves," Karug begins, "but, being Hunters, not Breeder caste, only other males. So we had some notion of your, uh, Half-Elvish talents, even if you never did."

"Always your own big, dumb dong's boyfriend," growls Gurak, giving your meat a fond squeeze. "We think it's cute." He licks your neck, and gives one long, slow hump up against your hole.

"And, okay, yeah - we were a little jealous of you being of the Breeding caste," Kurak admitted, sliding his slick-sticky cock across your tongue. "Party your own fault, Little Bro, being such a goddamn tease with your work-out routines."

"We are Half-Elvish, too," Gurak growls into your ear. He really knows how to soothe you down, rubbing your chafed, recently-virgin fuck-pucker easefully along his thick, slick shaft as he slowly pumps and strokes and milks your own length with your own hand, cupped in his larger one. "And it may not be as big, but you've got a cute dong, Bro."

"So, knowing what we do of hybrids, and slutty Elvish dudes, yeah," Kurag goes on, "we used to talk about what it would be like, if we were in charge of your First Breeding.'

"Usually when we found ourselves nut-deep, at either end of an Elf," Gurak elaborates, "but sometimes just when we were lying around, sucking each other."

"You suck each other?" The vivid image which arises in your mind makes your own cock drool, your aching nuts seethe, and your butthole bubble and chirp. Gurak soothes you back down, gliding you along his cock and laying down a fresh snail-trail of Karug's cum on his own heavy shaft.

"I used to fall asleep, as a small child, with Gurak's cock in my mouth – nursing reflex, the Shamans said," admits Karug, as he nurses you on his.

"Joke was on him though," chuckles Gurak. "I was a bed-wetter. Ha ha ha," His belly shakes against the hollow of your back, and you lean in happily. Their prank at your expense had rattled you more than you liked to think about, but this was making up for it.

"All that was years and years ago, though, before you were born," Kurag goes on before you can query this last point any further. "Thing is, we grew up fond of Orc-cock, too, and once we were admitted to a lodge as Hunters, started working out the angles on this whole Half-Elvish thing."

"And then you come along, Daddy's Little Boy, with your big, dumb dong." growls Gurak, milking a stream of pre from you to slicken your grip and licking your neck. "Fucking little tease."

"Didn't expect you to walk right up to us, on your Breeding day..." admits Karug, smiling down at you fondly as he draws back to milk his own big, fat dick and gloss your full, pouty lips to the teasing darts of your tongue.

"But you did, you dumb fuck," Gurak growls cheerfully in your ear. His cock, slippery and slithering against your quivering butthole, is starting to make your hairy sack feel heavy again, where your churning nuts slide along in front. "Now you're all ours, and its payback time."

"Just chill, Little Bro," Kurag advises. "We'll be taking real good care of you." He tips you forward, angles your chin, and slides his big, cum-sticky Orc-cock right down your throat, wiping the underside with your tongue. The flavor makes your own dick twitch and drool.

"You're gonna fucking love it, slut," Gurak growls into your ear. "Promise."