Well... okay. But...

You are practically laying across Gurag's lap, legs spread as he nudges at your hot, shivering pucker with the steadily seeping, blunt head of his thick, eleven-inch cock, as you lean forward to stroke your whole face, with parted lips, short grazing tusks, and a curious, restless tongue all up and down Karug's identical, thick, throbbing tool. Your own weighs heavy in your hand, milking and stroking you into an ever more urgent need for release, if only you'll agree to your Bigger Bros' terms. "Well?" prompts Karug, squeezing himself to drizzle his pre all over your cheeks, your chin, your lips, your tongue.

"Well... okay." Your nut-sack twitches as Garuk presses himself steadily against your teasing, squirming, slick-sticky butthole. You shiver and gasp, lifting your ass instinctively, only to gasp out a hasty, "...But –"

Gurak snorts, pausing in place. "But what, now, Little Bro?" He idles, giving you time to explain, just painting around your sticky, brown hole with his seeping pre, and Karug holds off on face-fucking you for the moment, to allow you to speak. You tongue your lip – and Karug's cock ring - beween your tusks, and find your words.

"I, uh might be..." you blush and stammer, your butthole fluttering and shivering against Garuk's big cock. "I may not be, you know, clean ...back there."

Garuk just licks your neck and growls, low and hot, against your ear. "Even better..." And then, grabbing your hip with one hand and pumping your big, dumb, drooling dong with the other, shoves himself forward until your squirming hole stretches open and the fat, blunt, head of his big, hairy Orc-cock is inside you.

He holds himself there until your stretch-sensitive ring stops spasming, and Karuk leans down to breathe against your other ear, reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Little Bro," he says, sliding his own cock back into your hot, cock-hungry mouth. "You'll still get to suck it, after he's done."

That decides you, and you squirm and arch to shove your meaty Orc ass back onto Gurak's thick throbbing cock, with a low, wordless moan of acceptance. Gurak gives your cock a little squeeze of approval.

"Gonna take this nice and slow, Little Bro," he growls hot against your ear, "cause here's the secret. Orcs need to fuck something to cum..." As he explains, he's rocking slowly, shoving a couple more inches in, then sliding out to paint your pucker with his big Orc-cock's drooling crown, before shoving back in deeper. "And you need to cum, we know. Need it so bad. And you don't get to fuck anything, Little Bro." You moan, arching and squirming back to try to get more of him inside you, sucking steadily on Karug's big cock down your throat the whole time. "You want to cum, you can. All you like, Bro. But you've gotta do it like a slutty, Elvish, butt-boy..." You utter a little urgent sound, almost a whimper, and lift your ass higher. "Yeah, you like that idea, Little Bro?"

"If you like Orc-cock, Little Bro," Kurag agrees as he nurses you on his throbbing, fat dong, "you're gonna love it when we make you a cum-junkie." You feel his body grow tight and hard, and his big, hairy sack goes taut in your cupping hand as he pulls back so that you're sucking just the fat head of his dick, tongue eagerly lapping, as he grunts and arches and shoots in your mouth, feeding you his thick, sticky load. And just as he does, Gurak behind you shoves in deep, ramming across a spot that makes your cock jump and your knees weak, slides back a bit, and does it again.

Your own nuts churn as muscles tense and your heavy sack draws up close under the root of your own throbbing Orc-cock, as Karug's load floods your mouth to drip down your chin even as you swallow reflexively. Gurag finds that spot and grinds there intently, growling into your ear, "Go ahead, Little Bro. Cum."