"Round two: Fuck!" *ding!*

Karug eases in, seemingly solicitous of your already-fucked hole, but you get the feeling, as he only just nudges and grazes against that special spot inside you, that he's messing with you by withholding the brutal, Orcish ass-slamming that he knows you really crave, to make you arch, and whimper, and grind back shamelessly for more. Having already dumped a load down your throat, he seems content to draw this round out for as long as you can stand it.

But he still feels amazing, back there, and while you do still feel an adolescent Breeding Orc's insatiable need to cum hard, you've practiced your edging game for six long years. For the moment, the big, hairy cock sliding around in your cummy chute is enough to calm you down. You grind back lazily, with teasing squeezes of inner muscles to milk at his big, fat dick, and moan each time he teases your slut-button.

With your own drooling dong lazily humping the cum puddle on the soft, fur rug beneath you, you are able to take your time and give Gurak's half-hard cock your attention, slurping his cum and your own ass-flavor with greedy swipes of your tongue. You track down stray runners and rivulets of his copious load, even sucking the soaked hair on his mammoth nut-sack before nosing it aside and licking lower down his taint.

But even as you sink yourself in a happy glut of cock and cum, questions linger. As Karug slow-fucks you with long thrusts in and long draws out, and you track down a long runner of cum that had made it nearly to Garuk's hairy butthole, you come up for air long enough to ask, "Um... so. What is a cum-junkie, anyway?"

"You missed a spot," Gurak growls, dragging your face up to his navel, a deep, hairy well that holds a plentiful pool of his thick, potent cum, still warm, then pats your head like a puppy as you make a wordless, happy sound and start lapping it up with little, savoring flicks of your tongue to make it last. Karug snickers, and treats you to a long, lazy grind against that cum-button inside you, and your cock burbles out a slow, protracted spurt into the sodden fur beneath you.

"Those Breeding-caste Elders don't tell you shit, do they, Little Bro?" Karug seems to find it funny. Which is okay, as the two of them at least seem willing to let you in on the joke. You raise your ass, teasing him back with a slutty wiggle and an inner squeeze as you grind your slut-spot against the fat head of his big, Orcish bone. "See, it's all their fault that you're like this – not that we mind."

"Like what?" Karug has slowed his thrusts, perhaps feeling he was getting close sooner than he wants to, and you take up the slack, rolling your ass to slide up and down his cum-lubed shaft, milking, squeezing, and scratching at your stretch-happy butthole with his bristly pubes, as you nuzzle in against Gurak's big, semi-soft dong to see whether you can resuscitate it with some emergency mouth-to-cock. He still tastes like your own hole, especially where his foreskin half-hides the blunt crown of him.

"They are the ones who decided they wanted to fuck Elves," Karug explains, arching his hips to offer more of his cock for you to fuck yourself back onto, but otherwise letting you do all the work. "The Hunting lodges figured it out pretty fast, and I'd bet real silver the Shamans knew all along and maybe even put them up to it. But anyway, they decided to breed with Elves and, as a consequence – lucky us! – we end up with a Breeding bro like you," With a slow roll of his broad, muscular hips, he resumes his grindingly teasing slow-fuck, and you give his big shaft a happy squeeze where it fills you.

"Like what?" You repeat, though your words are a bit muffled as your mouth is still busy, exploring the workings of Gurak's thick, steel cock-ring with your tongue, pleased to find how much of his cum it's retained.

"Oh, just tell him," Gurak growls, then grabs you by the ears. "My nuts itch. Suck them." He drags your face down to rub you into his heavy, sticky sack.

"Okay, it's the Half-Elvish thing," Karug relents. "Loving Orc-cock is just the tip, so to speak, of just how deeply you are fucked, Little Bro. Let me break it down for you."

You give an impatient sound, grinding your cum-greased fuck-chute back onto his big, lazy cock. You aren't going to ask again. Anyway, it would be hard to, with your whole face up under Gurak's big, dank sack, your tongue swabbing taint. But your ears are open, and you're listening.