Through the keyhole

You almost skip down the hallway, eager to tell Thror about your new quest. However, as you approach the door, something keeps you from throwing it open. A faint sound, something one could easily miss. It almost sounds like... moaning... from inside the room? Is Thror hurt? You wonder to yourself. No, he would be calling for help. Maybe he was exercising? Curiosity overwhelms you as you kneel down and peer through the keyhole. You have to contain a gasp as your eyes are treated to the sight of Thror's huge, hard cock.

He is lying on his bed, parallel to the door. While he still wears a shirt, his pants lay discarded on the ground. His eyes are softly closed as his hand strokes his green cock. You cannot believe how big he is! He must be almost ten inches long, and so thick too! Your mouth hangs agape as you watch his hands run up and down the massive member. His strokes are long and firm, going from base to tip.

Part of you feels bad for spying on him, especially when you had just kissed his little brother! However, you cannot tear yourself away from the keyhole. You can feel yourself dampening under your new dress. You know you cannot risk touching yourself in such a public place (what you are already doing is risky enough) but you also cannot ignore the aching in your loins. Clamping your thighs together, you try to give yourself the barest amount of stimulation as you continue to watch Thror jerk himself off.

He begins to speed up, steadily approaching his climax. Your eyes follow his hand up and down his orc cock, from the bulbous green head to the hairy base. Every part of him turns you on. His muscled arm, his strained expression, his heavy green balls. More than anything in the world you just want him to fuck you. For him to just bend you over that bed and punish you for spying on him, shoving his huge cock deep into your **** pussy... You can feel your arousal dripping onto the floor in anticipation.

Thror's strokes begin to become more uneven as he sped up, obviously approaching his limit. He has been muttering and groaning the entire time, the words indecipherable to you. However, as he gets closer and closer to blowing his load, one moaned word clearly reaches your ears. One word, dripping with as much desire as your aching cunt. One word that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Rosa..."

It is not much longer before Thror's cock erupts, shooting load after load of cum into the air. A few strands land on his shirt while the rest paint his lower stomach and thighs. The last few spurts drip down his rod and onto his balls. His breathing is hard and labored as he recovers from the orgasm. You watch his cock for a few moments, still standing erect, coated in his cum. Finally, you tear yourself away, backing up from the door.

You cannot believe it! Big, strong Thror had came thinking about you! Does he have a crush on you? Just the idea of the burly half-orc imagining your face, your body, your sex as he masturbates makes you feel even more aroused. You feel your own juices dripping down your thighs as you guess at what he had been dreaming about. You have to admit that it is quite an attractive image. Thror is so hot and muscular and mysterious...

You shake your head, clearing the inappropriate thoughts from your head. You had just kissed Dukash! You cannot start crushing on his older brother! It would absolutely destroy the poor bard! No, you cannot do that to Dukash, not after all he has done for you. Though you are not sure you could forget the sight of Thror's massive cock...

Trying to not make any noise, you scurry back to the stairs, deciding to wait there for Dukash. After a minute or so he comes up, smiling when he sees you.

"Oh hey Rosa, don't worry I got old Victor to let you stay another night. But..." His brow furrows. "Why aren't you in the room?"

"Oh, uhh, well..." Your mind frantically searches for an excuse before finally finding one. "I... I forgot which room was ours."

"Oh, believe me I've been there!" Dukash laughs, grabbing your hand and leading you down the hall. "At this one inn we were staying at I walked in on this dwarven couple while they were... well, intimate. They were certainly not pleased about that! Luckily I was able to outrun them." Approaching the door, Dukash knocks loudly. "Hey bro, Rosa and I are back! Can we come in?"

"Oh yeah, sure!" Needing no more invitation Dukash barges in, you following behind. Thror ws sadly now wearing pants, his beautiful cock now covered up. He had changed shirts though, all evidence of his sticky session gone. But you remember!

"Check out Rosa's new threads! Pretty nice, huh!" You blush at Dukash's praise, though part of you is really seeking Thror's approval. You give the older brother a cute spin, showing off your new dress.

"I'm glad our healer finally has an appropriate robe," he flatly replies. However, you notice his eyes roaming your body, his gaze given new meaning considering what you saw. "However, don't think I don't notice the flute on your hip!"

"It was on sale!" The younger half-orc exclaims, bringing his hands up defensively. "Besides, we got a new quest too. It will more than make up for it!"

Thror's eyes perk up at the mention of a quest as Dukash retells the story. While he is not a fan of fighting a witch, Thror cannot scoff at the hefty reward. He begrudgingly agrees to take the job, with the condition that we would bow out before we get in over our head.

"Man, this is gonna be awesome!" You can't help but be infected by Dukash's excitement, smiling with him. "Imagine what we can do with fifty gold!"

"You can dream about it," Thror replies, glancing out the window. "It's getting late and we'll have to be at this guys farm early. We need some sleep."

His brother crosses his arms. "Not yet. First, you have to eat some dinner!"

"What do you mean, brother? I ate before you guys-"

"Nope, nuh uh, not this time!" Dukash interrupts, trying his best to look tall. "You always give me that. We have money now, and you need to eat! Now get your butt downstairs and get some grub!"

"You sometimes forget who the older one is," Thror grumbles, though he does as he was told. Dukash looks quite pleased with himself as the barbarian ducks out of the room, his heavy footfalls echoing down the hallway. You are also glad that Thror is eating, still feeling guilty that you stole his breakfast. However, you also notice that you and Dukash have the room to yourself.