Small gestures win them over quite easily

Some time later, the three elf siblings are sitting in a row on your bed, each of them nibbling at an apple you picked from the trees growing near your cabin. You offered them some of your stores of dried venison first, but it seems like they're vegetarians, judging by the vigorous shaking of heads and disgusted looks that got. As they take dainty little bites of the fruit, you sit on the wooden chair by your workbench, unable to stop yourself from admiring the three pretty things lined up so deliciously. They hardly seem to care that they're naked, the girls making no effort to cover their perfect little tits, while the boy sits there with his soft thighs spread and cute tiny dick utterly exposed. You don't mind either, since it gives you the opportunity to ogle them as much as you wish.

It took a little doing, but they're all remarkably comfortable now considering they know nothing about you. Once they were done cuddling and turned to stare at you like some dangerous bear, you were able to communicate through a few rough gestures that you meant to free them. They didn't seem to quite believe you, until you used your skinning knife to carefully cut all the bonds still trussing them up. With their necks and wrists free at last, the three siblings were soon staring up at you with something like awe. You guess it's been a while since anyone's shown them kindness.

Now you've fed them as well, and made them understand they can stay here in your little cabin for the night, they keep giving you these adoring little looks over their apples. Even the braver sister smiles gratefully when she catches your eye, a far cry from her earlier mistrust. Their pure innocence in instantly trusting a massive and brutish Orc female does make you feel bad for all the naughty things you imagine doing as you ogle them, but not enough to make you stop. Well, it's not like you're actually going to lay a hand on them, so no harm done, right?

The shyer sister finishes her apple first, and hurriedly leaps to her feet. You stiffen as she scurries over to your chair to stand in front of you, delicious naked body bared. Your hungry gaze flickers instantly to the perfect mounds of her perky little tits, your fingers twitching as you imagine sinking them into that soft, creamy flesh. Her pink nipples are stiff, aching to be rubbed and pinched. You'd have her squealing and moaning under your skilled caresses in a matter of moments.

"Adara mala." She chirps the strange words in a high-pitched voice. Then she spreads her legs and ducks down into a perfect little curtsy, even moving her hands out on either side like she were spreading a non-existent skirt. You guess she's trying to thank you, so you just nod and smile stiffly. All this attention is quite dizzying to a solitary Orc like you. Usually your social interactions are limited to curt conversations with the few mistrustful traders you barter with essentials for. None of them are remotely as beautiful as this gorgeous elf, and none them have ever curtsied for you before, least of all naked. The girl seems to find your reaction funny, because she starts giggling, the silvery sound of her laughter so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine. "Elara." She says, pointing a finger at her naked chest. Then she flips her hand and gestures towards you instead. You frown in confusion, and she hurriedly repeats herself. Elara must be her name, and now she's asking for yours in return.

"Shagar." You grunt, pointing a finger at yourself. "My name's Shagar."

"Shagar." Elara repeats, then flashes you a smile as pretty as the sun, her freckled cheeks flushing pink. "Shagar uluri magar. Tossaris dohanin." There's answering giggles from the other two still sitting on the bed, like she's just made a joke. You smile faintly, not understanding. It doesn't seem like she's mocking you or anything, so you nod to her again. Her blush darkens slightly, her green eyes flickering over your chest and down towards your muscled stomach. There's something lingering and hot in that stare that makes you stiffen up. Is she checking you out? You toss your head. There's no way, not a massive, ugly Orc like you. You're just seeing what your lust wants you too.

The boy is the next to leap up, and Elara steps to one side as he scrambles over to you with all the eagerness of a puppy. Your smile turns rather hungry when he stands right in front of you, stark naked and bouncing cutely on his heels. The twins might be just gorgeous, but this one is definitely your favorite of the siblings. Something about a male with such a pretty face and girly body lights a fire in your loins, especially one who's clearly so meek and submissive. It's quite a struggle not to just reach out and grab him. Instead, you content yourself with leering down at his plump thighs, imagining how soft that snow-white skin would feel under your callused fingers.

"Shagar adara mala." He squeaks, in a voice as girly as he is. Then he curtsies too, in just the same way as his sister. It's a very feminine gesture, one that only adds to his appeal in your mind. You grin at him like a hungry tiger and he stares shyly back through long, adorable lashes. "Maris" He says, pointing a little finger at his cute, flat chest. His name as well, you assume.

"Maris" You repeat. He smiles like you've just given him some precious gift, pink flooding into his soft, freckled cheeks. Meanwhile, both his sisters are giggling again. They all seem to find you very amusing, but you haven't quite figured out why. For a while Maris stares limply up at you, those green eyes fixed on your face. You find yourself blushing a little too, rather unaccustomed to getting gazed at with so much awe. Meanwhile, the aching between your legs is getting rather difficult to ignore. Fuck...maybe when all three of them are asleep in your bed you can sneak outside and rub one out. Otherwise, it's going to be a long, hard night.

"Lillin satar, jari." Elara giggles. She reaches out a hand and gently pulls Maris away, guiding his slender body back against her own. He's pouting quite adorably, wriggling in her grip, but she grabs him under both arms and holds him there tightly. "Sasaras olin Shagar." She coos in his long ear. He blushes scarlet to his hair, then gives a shy little nod. You wish you knew what they were saying, but you've never heard a language remotely like the one they speak.

The braver sister comes to you last, hips swaying as she strides up to your chair. You find yourself staring open-mouthed. Her strutting seems designed to draw your eye to her delicious curves, each sultry step making her pretty tits bounce and jiggle quite enticingly on her chest. As she stands in front of you, she spreads her thighs wide. Your hungry gaze darts there, a jolt of lust flooding through your body as you stare at her pink pussy, so small and tight. You imagine stretching it open with a pair of your fat fingers, making her moan and wriggle underneath your body as you teach her how Orcs fuck.

"Shagar adara mala." She coos, dropping into another curtsy. This one seems so much more sensual than the innocent gestures of her siblings, her hands stroking down the skin of her thighs as she bends her legs. You swallow, tearing your leering gaze from her pussy to look at her face. What is she doing? Does she know how this is making you feel? Teasing an adult Orc is not a good idea, especially for an elf as pretty as she is. "Lusha" She purrs, pointing at herself.

"Lusha." You repeat, her name, your voice thick with rumbling lust. She smiles again, her lips wet and parted. A vision of that pretty elvish face buried between your legs flickers through your mind. Fuck, her skin feel so soft against your aching pussy. You grind your teeth and tear your gaze away. Not now...not like this. She's probably only trying to seduce you because she thinks giving herself over as a sacrifice means you won't abandon her or her siblings to the cold night. No matter what, you're not going to take advantage of these three like that. It's wrong! Thinking that doesn't help the boiling heat between your legs though.

You rise from your chair, tossing your head. The three elves are watching your every move. They look very much like they're waiting for you to do something, but you just can't figure out what. The haze of lust makes thinking about anything but their naked bodies so very hard. Fuck it...you're just going to have to try to sleep, pass out before this animal need overwhelms you. The elves will probably appreciate the rest as well. Judging by how eagerly they munched down those apples, the slavers weren't very attentive to their needs.

Your gaze falls on the bed in the corner. It's sized for an Orc, and so definitely big enough for all three of them to share. You can sleep on a pile of furs in the corner. Years of rough living have meant you're comfortable resting pretty much anywhere. The one problem of course, is making the siblings understand that when you don't speak their language. You hope pointing at the bed isn't going to give them the wrong idea and have them thinking you're expecting certain favors for the kindness you're doing them.