Ghizul stands from the bed, adjusts a bandage and looks down at Vilkas. “What’s this about? I’m training with Njada tomorrow. I’d like to get at least a full night’s sleep before she knocks me on my ass with that shield of hers.” Farkas gives a sharp laugh and Ghizul gives him a strange look.
“Farkas heard a rumor in the Bannered Mare,” Vilkas says, and Farkas mirrors Ghizul’s look at his brother, “from Ysolda, no less.”
Ghizul shakes his head a little bit, not understanding in his sleep addled state, and then he nods. “Oh. Oh!” He looks to the other members and stretches. “Can we go somewhere else though?”
Farkas nods, “Sure. We’ll go to my room.”
The trio heads across the hall to Farkas’ room and Vilkas closes the door behind them. “So,” he says “Is it true, do you have two dicks?”
Ghizul nods. “Yeah.”
“Is it weird?” Farkas asks.
“No. It’s just the way Malacath made me. Women seem to like it. Men too, if they’re brave enough to try it.” He gives Vilkas a pointed look and the Nord growls low in his throat.
“What’re you sayin’, Whelp? You think me and Farkas aren’t up to the challenge?” Farkas looks quickly to his brother, drawing breath to speak, but Vilkas holds up a hand to silence him.
“I never said that.” Ghizul shrugs, giving a crooked grin. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Show us.” Vilkas growls, and quickly, quicker than Farkas has ever seen Ghizul move outside of battle, the Orc’s pants are around his ankles. Farkas stills and Vilkas quiets at his side. They stare at the two limp cocks hanging at Ghizul’s groin.
The Orc laughs and runs one hand through his hair, the other reaching for and idly stroking his cocks to life. “Twice the pleasure.” He murmurs, stepping out of his trousers and closer to the twins, hand still working diligently at his cocks. He presses a hot kiss to Vilkas’ neck, his free hand venturing underneath Farkas’ armor to paw at the Nord’s quickly growing erection. “You wanna try?”
Farkas’ hand moves to cover Ghizul’s own, making sure the Orc doesn’t stop his ministrations. He nods, swallowing thickly. “H-hell yeah.”
Ghizul’s mouth moves to Vilkas’ mouth and he presses his tongue against the man’s lips until he relents and allows Ghizul access. Ghizul leans over Vilkas and delves his tongue into the smaller man’s mouth, and Vilkas growls a warning. This is awfully close to being dominated, and Vilkas isn’t quite sure he likes it. On the other hand (quite literally), Farkas is practically whining, rutting against Ghizul’s hand and biting his lip to prevent the onslaught of pleads he’s sure will escape him if he gives them the chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ghizul pull from Vilkas’ mouth, long branches of slobber keeping them connected as Ghizul stares into the man’s eyes.
“How about you, Vilkas?” He says as he takes a step closer, hand still working diligently at Farkas’ crotch. He uses his other hand to guide Vilkas’ palm to his cocks. Vilkas glances quickly down at his hand, now working of its own accord on Ghizul’s cocks. “You want one of these in your uptight ass?”
Vilkas licks his lips, and for a moment, Farkas wonders if his brother is blushing, but certainly not. Vilkas doesn’t blush. He looks back up at Ghizul, bright silver dancing daringly with mer gold, then looks quickly away. Quietly, he whispers, “Yes.”
A First Time for Everything [2/3]
“Farkas heard a rumor in the Bannered Mare,” Vilkas says, and Farkas mirrors Ghizul’s look at his brother, “from Ysolda, no less.”
Ghizul shakes his head a little bit, not understanding in his sleep addled state, and then he nods. “Oh. Oh!” He looks to the other members and stretches. “Can we go somewhere else though?”
Farkas nods, “Sure. We’ll go to my room.”
The trio heads across the hall to Farkas’ room and Vilkas closes the door behind them. “So,” he says “Is it true, do you have two dicks?”
Ghizul nods. “Yeah.”
“Is it weird?” Farkas asks.
“No. It’s just the way Malacath made me. Women seem to like it. Men too, if they’re brave enough to try it.” He gives Vilkas a pointed look and the Nord growls low in his throat.
“What’re you sayin’, Whelp? You think me and Farkas aren’t up to the challenge?” Farkas looks quickly to his brother, drawing breath to speak, but Vilkas holds up a hand to silence him.
“I never said that.” Ghizul shrugs, giving a crooked grin. “You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“Show us.” Vilkas growls, and quickly, quicker than Farkas has ever seen Ghizul move outside of battle, the Orc’s pants are around his ankles. Farkas stills and Vilkas quiets at his side. They stare at the two limp cocks hanging at Ghizul’s groin.
The Orc laughs and runs one hand through his hair, the other reaching for and idly stroking his cocks to life. “Twice the pleasure.” He murmurs, stepping out of his trousers and closer to the twins, hand still working diligently at his cocks. He presses a hot kiss to Vilkas’ neck, his free hand venturing underneath Farkas’ armor to paw at the Nord’s quickly growing erection. “You wanna try?”
Farkas’ hand moves to cover Ghizul’s own, making sure the Orc doesn’t stop his ministrations. He nods, swallowing thickly. “H-hell yeah.”
Ghizul’s mouth moves to Vilkas’ mouth and he presses his tongue against the man’s lips until he relents and allows Ghizul access. Ghizul leans over Vilkas and delves his tongue into the smaller man’s mouth, and Vilkas growls a warning. This is awfully close to being dominated, and Vilkas isn’t quite sure he likes it. On the other hand (quite literally), Farkas is practically whining, rutting against Ghizul’s hand and biting his lip to prevent the onslaught of pleads he’s sure will escape him if he gives them the chance. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Ghizul pull from Vilkas’ mouth, long branches of slobber keeping them connected as Ghizul stares into the man’s eyes.
“How about you, Vilkas?” He says as he takes a step closer, hand still working diligently at Farkas’ crotch. He uses his other hand to guide Vilkas’ palm to his cocks. Vilkas glances quickly down at his hand, now working of its own accord on Ghizul’s cocks. “You want one of these in your uptight ass?”
Vilkas licks his lips, and for a moment, Farkas wonders if his brother is blushing, but certainly not. Vilkas doesn’t blush. He looks back up at Ghizul, bright silver dancing daringly with mer gold, then looks quickly away. Quietly, he whispers, “Yes.”
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