Two fat cocks, a little oil

Shelgak hoisted him up over one shoulder effortlessly, his stomach lurching out from under him but for some reason the sensation didn't feel uncomfortable, instead feeling incredibly arousing. The idea that the Orc could handle him like he was little more than a toy, that if she wanted to she could maneuver and use his body however she pleased and there was nothing he could do to stop her was sending tingles down his spine, making him shiver with anticipation. In several long steps she closed the distance between them and the alter, setting him down surprisingly gently, leaving him face to face with a burly Orcish cock, he stared dumbstruck and cross-eyed at it, the **** need to lean forward and take it in his mouth almost overwhelming him, Shelgak moved behind him, pushing him into position next to the large wooden bowl on the altar he had seen earlier.

"As I mentioned before," Mazoga started, Nyl couldn't even look at her, far too spellbound with watching Shelgak's cock sway back and forth enticingly as she joined her companion on the other side of the altar. "This is a fertility ritual, Shelgak and I will share our strength with you, you shall drink of our seed and grow mighty and virile."

Even closer to the candles and incense than before, he found that his mind was sluggish and slow, no thoughts passing through his brain other than his base most instincts, he sat there, watching with rapt attention as Mazoga picked up one of the various bottles on the altar. She poured a slick line of oil down her cock, the oily liquid, quickly spilling out over her length from where she poured it as she passed the bottle she had used to Shelgak. The burning hot feeling in his stomach that had faded into dull embers after his exhausting ordeal were already being stoked back to life, his body feeling warmer and warmer as he breathed deeply of the incense in the room, eyes locked on Mazoga's cock.

The Shaman worked intently, two hands lowering down to her cock, one bunching the sensitive flesh around her cock head while the other worked at the base of her shaft, both hands working in tandem, twisting and pulling to spread the liquid as thoroughly as possible. Nyl sucked in a breath of air. The display in front of him already working him up, his own pathetic cock was limp between his legs, he wished slightly that it was hard so that he could pump away at his own meager length but his useless dick had never felt even anywhere close to as good as Mazoga's fingers had felt, those thick, ridged, digits slamming into his clenching hole which he became more and more aware was now achingly empty, begging to be filled up again.

Biting his lip, he watched as Shelgak began working two hands up her magnificent length, every dark green inch of cock-meat thoroughly soaked in the slick liquid, glistening in the low light enticingly, he wanted nothing more than to bend over and kiss and lick at that pulsing green shaft, to taste her thick musk on his tongue. He couldn't help but fantasize just how it would feel for one of those momentous cocks to be inside him, instead of their hands sliding up and down their cock, it was the spasming walls of his ass, his tight hole squeeze around it as he bounced up and down, the tight, hot, confines of his ass doing it's hardest to handle the almost foot long pillar of Orcish fuck-meat. His asshole wanted to be filled. It wanted to be stuffed to overflowing with those gorgeous cocks.

"Hngh..." Nyl unconsciously let out a soft moan at the sight of the two Orcs eagerly working at their lengths, he became aware that he had moved forward, leaning in as close as he could, both of those pumping cocks mere inches away from his face now.

"You know..." Mazoga's voice snapped him out of his reverie, though his eyes didn't leave the two cocks being furiously worked at. "It's not uncommon for the recipient of this ritual to help out, you know?"