by Liam Lawson
Winnie experimentally probed at a leg hole. “These are so tight. Is this how you hide it?”
Nymal nodded. “Y-yeah. You can l-leave them on, i-if you w-want.”
“I don’t want,” Winnie said, hooking her fingers into the waistband.
Trorm unclasped her bra at the same time Winnie pulled down the suppressing panties. The bra fell away, revealing bright pink nipples capping off Nymal’s pert breasts. Her mons were completely devoid of hair and Trorm realized she was hiding her genitals between her legs.
He reached around and cupped her breasts in each hand, making Nymal gasp. In his immense hands they felt tiny. Her nipples hardened, pressing into his palms. She arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly into hands.
Another gasp escaped her, this one of surprise and fear. Both she and Trorm looked down to find that Winnie had spread Nymal’s legs and was reaching between them.
“I-I….” Nymal trailed off and Winnie paused.
“Do you not want me to touch you here?” Winnie asked, caressing Nymal’s inner thigh with a finger.
“I don’t know,” Nymal admitted. “I-I think so, but…my parts…goddess, I’m talking about my….” She looked away from Winnie, face burning.
“You’re beautiful, Nymal,” Winnie said from between her legs. “Trorm and me both just want to make you feel good.”
“You’re beautiful,” Trorm agreed.
Nymal shivered, then nodded her head, closing her eyes.
Winnie reached between her legs and tugged at something. Trorm heard a peeling sound a moment later, Nymal gasped and Winnie’s hand came free holding what looked like tape.
“There,” Winnie said. “I bet that feels better.”
Nymal started to nod, then let out another mewling gasp as Winnie’s hand reached back between her legs and pulled her member free. She was flaccid, pale, and uncut. Trorm supposed she might be about average size when erect by elven standards, so a little on the small side for therianthropes and humans, though it was hard to say. Winnie gave her a few gentle strokes as Trorm continued to massage Nymal’s breasts.
Nymal didn’t grow hard so much as swell.
Winnie cocked her head, making her ears bounce. For the first time all evening, she looked unsure of herself. “Am I making you feel good?”
Nymal couldn’t meet her eyes. “Y-yes.”
Winnie kept stroking. “It’s just, usually I’ve got my lover…you know…hard by now.”
Nymal pressed herself more tightly into Trorm, clamping her eyes shut. “It’s not you. It’s the hormones. Erections are…sort of…hard for me. They take a bit. You don’t have to—OH!” Her eyes flew open as Winnie took the whole of her member into her mouth and sucked.
“Oh goddess,” Nymal said. “Oh, Fuxdas. OH!” One hand reached back over her shoulder to claw at Trorm’s neck and grab him behind the head. The other tightened its fingers in Winnie’s hair, though Nymal didn’t seem to be trying to take control, just reaching for something to hold on to.
“You don’t…I’ve been taped up all day. I’m dirty,” Nymal said between gasps for air. “You don’t have to—"
Winnie pulled free of Nymal’s now engorged member with a wet pop and a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you right up.” She ran her tongue up the side of Nymal’s now erect member, then swirled it over the exposed head. There was still a certain softness to her, but she was certainly erect now.
Winnie took her back into her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down. Up and down. Nymal cried out, hips bucking wildly.
Winnie paused and visibly swallowed, still holding Nymal in her mouth before letting her slip free. Several strands of saliva connected her lips to Nymal’s penis for a moment, then snapped. Winnie grinned up at her. “You came quick.”
Nymal looked away.
Winnie rose up to her feet, cupped Nymal’s chin, and turned her head to meet her eyes. “It’s a sweet complement. Thank you.”
Nymal gave her a shy smile.
“Now,” Winnie said. “I think Trorm needs some attention, don’t you? It’s not fair that he’s still got his clothes on.”
Nymal’s eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously. “Yes-yes!”
Winnie laughed.
Nymal spun around and Trorm released his hold on her. The girls started to jointly pull his hoodie off but couldn’t reach high enough to get it over his shoulders.
Winnie scowled at him. “Like, a little help, here?”
Trorm laughed and pulled his hoodie off, letting it fall to the floor.
Nymal stared in fascination at his chest and abs. Her hand slowly went out, almost of its own accord, and ran over the definition of his abs and up to his chest. “So much muscle,” she said in awe.
Winnie giggled. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweats and underwear and pulled them down, freeing his erection. It bounced free, like an animal reveling in its release.
“Fuck me,” Nymal whispered. “He’s fucking huge.”
“Oh yeah,” Winnie said, and guided Nymal down to her knees, taking up position alongside her.
Winnie took hold of Trorm’s shaft and ran her tongue up the length of one side. She pulled her head back and tilted it toward Nymal, offering it to her. Nymal followed her example, running her tongue up the opposite length. They traded back several times, before Winnie lifted herself up and took the whole of him in her mouth, swallowing him down deeper and deeper.
It had taken her a lot of practice—a lot of glorious, exquisite practice—but she’d eventually trained herself to take the whole of him into her throat. Trorm moaned in appreciation as the wet, hot tightness wrapped around him and her tongue wriggled against the underside of his length. When she pulled free, his erection was coated in a thick, glistening layer of her saliva and she passed him over to Nymal, who was staring, wide eyed.
“I don’t think I can do that,” Nymal said.
Winnie shrugged. “Got to start somewhere.”
Nymal smiled. “Okay.” She took Trorm’s member and tried to take it in her mouth. After several moments, she was barely able to get the thick head past her lips. Her tiny teeth gently scraped over his flesh and her tongue licked at his tip, making him gasp. Nymal’s mouth began to quiver and she pulled free, gasping for air.
“How do you fit that?” she asked, rubbing her jaw.
Winnie waggled her eyebrows. “Think that was something? Watch this.”
She stood up, and guided Trorm back toward the bed. He allowed himself to fall back onto it. Winnie climbed astride him, holding herself up so that her entrance was inches away from his rampant member.
She looked over at Nymal. “Guide him into me?”
Nymal leapt onto the bed, then more hesitantly, took Trorm’s massive erection in her tiny hand and pressed him to Winnie’s entrance. Winnie dropped down onto him with a moan of pleasure. She fell forward, heavy breasts mashing into Trorm’s chest as she rocked her hips up and down.
Trorm made a sound of pleasure deep in his chest. Winnie’s fellatio skills were impressive, but nothing compared to being inside of her. She was hot and tight and ready for him and sliding into her felt so right. Her body welcomed him inside of her, squeezing him, coaxing him to finish deep inside of her. He didn’t. He held off, lifting his hips up to meet her downward thrusts.
Winnie beckoned Nymal to crawl up beside them and locked the other woman in a kiss as she continued to make love with Trorm. Trorm reached up and wrapped his arms around the pair of them, pulling them down to his chest.
Winnie moaned, then gasped, then cried out. Her body seized up becoming a vice that clenched down on Trorm and coated him with her fluids as she exploded. She rolled over, pulling free to leave him rampant and shiny with her fluids.
She looked from him to Nymal. “Your turn.”
Nymal smiled, then nervously got down on all fours.
“No,”
Trorm and Winnie said together, making her freeze.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asked.
“No, you didn’t,” Trorm said.
“That position means something different to orcs than the rest of us,” Winnie explained. “It’s a submission pose. Trorm wouldn’t mean to…but he’d probably hurt you.”
Trorm nodded. “I don’t think I could control myself. Please roll over.”
Nymal flushed and squeezed her legs together, hiding her genitals. As she did, she crossed her arms beneath her breasts in such a way that emphasized them. “If I do that…it’ll break the illusion.”
Trorm blinked. “What illusion.”
Nymal looked away. “That I don’t…that I have a….”
Trorm reached down and cupped her face in his hand. “You’re a woman, Nymal. Right now, I want to make you my woman.”
Nymal swallowed, then nodded. She lay back on the bed, her head ending up in Winnie’s lap. Winnie took her hand and the pair exchanged a look full of feminine knowing. Nymal slowly parted her legs, revealing herself fully.
Trorm positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you ready?”
Nymal nodded. “Yes. Take me, Trorm. Please.”
Trorm pressed forward. Slowly, gently, but inexorably. A hydraulic piston set to the slowest setting. Gentle and unstoppable.
Nymal gasped. Stiffened. Gasped again. Her grip on Winnie’s hand went white. Her penis jumped. “Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch.” She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Do you want me to stop?” Trorm asked.
Her eyes flew open and she glared up at him. “Don’t you dare!”
He pressed forward. She was the tightest thing he had ever experienced. The deeper he went, the easier it became to slide into her, but unlike Winnie, her body seemed to be trying to push him out rather than pull him in deeper. It felt exquisite and it took all of his willpower not to simply slam into her and claim her as he would Winnie. Nymal’s body was built differently and he had to adjust accordingly. Lovemaking, he reflected, the thought coming from nowhere, was a lot like spellcasting that way. Every woman and every spell requiring a unique approach.
His hips pressed into Nymal’s bottom and he was all the way inside of her. “Do you need a moment to adjust?”
She nodded.
He kept his hips still but reached up to massage one of her breasts. She gasped, her back arched, pressing her belly into the air.
Winnie grinned at him, then reached down, mirroring him, and took hold of Nymal’s soft erection. Nymal’s spine bowed in the other direction, pressing down into the mattress. Her hips pressed back into Trorm, burying him more deeply inside of her. She called out, the sound a wordless encouragement of ecstasy.
Slowly he began to withdraw, reached the halfway point, then thrust back inside.
“Ouch,” Nymal cried out. “Goddess don’t stop! It hurts so good don’t stop!”
He didn’t. Slowly Trorm picked up speed. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, accompanied by Nymal’s gasping moans. Winnie continued to stroke her member and Trorm met Winnie’s mouth, locking her in a kiss as they both made love to Nymal.
Nymal’s body seized up, her member pulsing in Winnie’s hand, releasing a trickle of clear fluid over the bunnygirl’s fingers. Her passage clenched down, tighter than anything she’d managed before as she came and pushed Trorm over the edge. He drove himself into her three more times, then exploded deep inside of her, spilling himself.
They collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed.
“Next time,” Winnie said, after a few moments of heavy breathing. “I get to be in the middle.”
Chapter Twelve
“What the fuck?”
The shriek ripped Trorm out of a deep sleep. He bolted upright, hand raised to throw up his shield spell.
Lilian stood in the doorway, face red and eyes wide. Trorm let his hand fall and collapsed back to the bed eyes closed. His sleep-fogged mind rapidly recognizing the red-headed paladin of Thodos, placed her decidedly in the “allies” compartment of his brain, and dismissed any possibility of a threat. His impact when he hit the mattress jostled his two companions, who made soft murmuring noises and snuggled their naked bodies into his. The feeling of it made him grin stupidly with pleasure and pride as sleep began to reclaim him.
“Oh, Thodos,” Lilian cried out. “I do not need to see this!”
Trorm felt the warmer of the two bodies in bed with him, which identified her as Winnie even before she spoke, shift and do a motion that he imagined was some kind of a hand wave. “Then close the door,” she said sleepily.
“There is no door,” Lilian cried out. “The idiot broke it down and this sheet he’s strung up doesn’t cover everything.”
The other, smaller presence in the bed shot bolt upright and let out a pathetic squeak. Nymal crawled over Trorm, who grunted as her sharp little elbows dug into his ribs. He forced his eyes open in time to see her sliding into his hoodie, which all but swallowed her.
“What’s going on?” asked Abigail’s voice.
“We’re trying to sleep,” Winnie called out.
“Is that Winnie?” Abigail asked, her voice drawing closer. Nymal began muttering quickly and casting about. “Pants. Pants. Goddess, even some panties.”
Trorm gave up on going back to sleep. They couldn’t have been asleep long. It was still dark outside the window. He sat up with a yawn.
“Thodos, Trorm put some clothes on,” Lilian cried out.
“Trorm’s naked?” Abigail asked, and her blue hair appeared around the entry to his room. The sheet had somehow ended up pressed to the far side and didn’t cover anything. “Wow, that’s something you don’t see every day. Damn. Hi Nymal.”
“Abigail,” Nymal mewled plaintively. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Trorm grunted.
Winnie giggled and sat up. The motion made the sheet that had barely been covering them both, disturbed by Nymal’s departure, slip free and fall to the floor so that both she and Trorm were left completely naked. “It’s exactly what it looks like,” she said. “Hi guys.”
Trorm rather enjoyed the sight of his girlfriend’s nudity. Quite apart from her beauty and raw physicality, there was just something about the way she sat there naked, post-coitus, and completely unashamed.
“Oh, Oana,” Abigail cried out, cheeks flushing as her gaze landed on Trorm’s readily apparent appreciation.
Lilian shrieked, covered her eyes with one hand, and dragged Abigail from the doorway. “We’re not seeing this! Wait, did you seriously just call out to Oana?”
Abigail laughed. “Guess you didn’t have to wait for that orgy, huh?”
Lilian made a sputtering sound.
“Kill me now,” whimpered Nymal.
Trorm reached out, caught the panicking elf by the waist, and pulled her back into bed. She let out a little yelp and struggled in vain against his iron arms until she was pulled into his chest. All at once, the resistance went out of her and she sank into his body.
Winnie reached over and placed a hand on Nymal’s bare knee, “Don’t worry. Humans always get weird with sex.”
“I had sex,” Nymal whispered. “I had sex. I had real sex with an orc.” She twisted to look up at Trorm, wide eyed. “You were inside me. I lost my virginity to you.”
Trorm grunted and grinned down at her. “Yes.”
Nymal’s face turned red.
Winnie giggled. “I helped! Want to go again? I think Trorm does.”
“This is not acceptable!” Lilian screamed from the hallway, prompting Winnie and Abigail to burst into laughter and Nymal to bury her face into Trorm’s chest.
“What is going on?” Demanded a stern voice that cut through all the noise like a bladed whip. Trorm knew that voice. What’s more, he knew that tone. Trisha was home and in full-blown Mom-mode.
Only then did it occur to him that she might not be pleased to fi
nd that he wasn’t alone in bed. There had never been any rules about him bringing girls home. He and Winnie had never done anything at the Madden’s residence. Except that there might have been a reason for that which he had failed to consciously analyze.
“Trorm’s having a gods damned orgy,” Lilian cried out. “In my bed!”
Trorm glanced down at the bed. He hadn’t thought about that.
“It’s just a threesome,” Abigail said. “Not really an orgy.”
“Maybe we should cover up,” Trorm said and Winnie hopped from the bed to grab the sheet as Trisha Madden appeared in the doorway.
“Oh gods, it reeks of sex in here,” she said, wrinkling her nose, then spotting them.
“Hi Trisha,” Winnie said brightly.
Trisha glared at her. Winnie’s ears drooped. That glare turned on Trorm and Nymal. Nymal shrank further into Trorm, who met Trisha’s glare and held it steadily. It was like casting a complex spell. He had to hold his focus and his ground.
“Put some gods damned clothes on,” Trisha hissed. “What the hells do you think you’re doing?”
“Fully consensual lovemaking between consenting adults,” Trorm replied evenly.
Trisha’s cheeks warmed. “Don’t you take that tone with me!”
He had a tone? He was trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. Maybe it wasn’t working. Either way, it didn’t matter. He’d not disrespect Trisha Madden in her own home. Not the least of which was because she held to the power to completely end his collegiate career in Aflana with one phone call.
“My apologies, Ma’am, I meant no disrespect.”
“You had sex,” she said, shutting her eyes. “Group sex, in my house?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“In my bed!” Lilian shrieked again.
“Oh, lighten up, Lilian,” Abigail said. “Just because you’ve never gotten laid doesn’t mean the rest of us are total prudes.”
Trorm could practically hear the blush in Lilian’s voice. “I am not a prude and my bed has been defiled by an orcish orgy!”
“Should I have gone to the room originally designated for me?” Trorm asked.
