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F!Orc!Chief/F!Orc!Wives “A Stronger Hold” (8c/9a)

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“Oh no, you’re quite a bit behind if you recall yesterday. But don’t worry, we’re going to get you all caught up” purred Kharzu as she nipped the curve of Lagat’s dainty ear. Though it was Durash that moaned, as the forgewoman was also rubbing something slick all over her thick new appendage. Feeling that calloused hand ripple over her ridges, smearing wetness all over the tip had her breath sobbing out her throat.

It almost came as a relief when Kharzu removed her hand, and she heard the sharp sound of a slap and Lagat’s yelp and moan. Durash wasn’t sure that it was possible, but she could swear her toy-cock throbbed in response to her excitement at that sound.

“More time for that later, for now, I think Lagat wants to go for a ride.” The amusement in Kharzu’s voice was almost as heavy in it as the pleasure.

Soon all Durash could focus on was the feel of slippery sweet petals kissing the sculpted tip of her toy. The teasing of that tight entrance suckling coyly as Lagat fucked her tender cunt just shallowly. It took all of her fortitude to keep from snatching at Lagat’s hips to make her take it all. She was so tight and hot inside, and it made Durash ache with a ravenous possessiveness. The chief wanted to claim her beautiful first wife, to feel herself deep inside and to hear Lagat crying out around her.

Before she lost her mind another smack sounded and after a whine Lagat slid down on her one perfect inch at a time. The only thing that mattered then was the feel of being deep inside her wife. Those hot depths shuddered and trembled around her as Lagat moved herself up and down her toy. “Oh Durash, Durash…” she moaned. The chief didn’t doubt the woman was sensitive, have just come under her tongue, and she was moving painfully slow. It was just an added torture watching that swollen, glistening sex slide down the ribbed black length, knowing it was caressing every tender inch of her woman’s loving walls.

But restraint only went so far. After long minutes of watching Lagat tentatively riding her, Durash took hold of her wife’s hips and urged her faster. It didn’t take much; a thrust up with the leverage she could get and a gentle thumb prodding at Lagat’s fleshy hood and the Orsimer was whimpering as she started to work those hips in earnest.

Honestly, there was nothing Durash wanted more than to get her legs free to turn them about so she could pound into Lagat’s sensitive cunt. But this would have to do, and there was a satisfaction in watching Lagat pleasure herself with her. As it was she still thrust as best she could with her ankles bound. She felt those muscles wrapped around the ebony milking her, and Lagat’s body shuddered like she was close.

Kharzu’s throaty voice startled her when it sounded suddenly in her ear. “She likes you inside her, and it looks like your pretty first wife’s about to come again. Are you going to come with her, pretty chief?” A strong hand stroked over her breasts, and before she knew it Lagat went tight like a vice around her, that warm place shuddering and sucking around her until Durash was helpless to follow after.

Durash was still catching her breath when she felt gentle hands brush her ankles and at last the cuffs came free so they could drop to the bed. Her body was still shaking and her heart was racing while Lagat collapsed in a sweaty heap around her. She whined a little as the toy was still deep inside her, but it must have been surprisingly accommodating because her wife complained no further. It was hard to settle with the shudders of the tight heat around her still fluttering against her clit, but other than a jerk that made her knee go up around Lagat, she was able to force herself to calm.

A soft moan from Kharzu made Durash glance over just in time to watch Kharzu bring herself to climax. Her forgewife looked good doing it, even as she felt a little cheated that Kharzu always seemed to end up frustratingly composed. She vowed that next time she’d finally have her forgewife be the one writhing for once. Lagat groaned on her, and Durash smiled down at the tired woman whose gaze lazily moved from her to Kharzu in the chair again. “Need a bigger bed.”

“Told you.”

“First thing in the morning, alright?” Durash ceded at last.

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