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So there's that AMA on reddit with the guy with 2 dicks, and asdfghjkl, i never knew it was possible so now i want Werewoldf twin porn involving it.

I'm not posting links, because it'll trigger the spam filter, but google it and you'll see what i mean.

I’m not entirely sure if this counts as incest or not, since there is no actual brother’s penis in brother’s orifice action. There is, however, brothers kissing and dick touching. So, if you’re squicked by incest, proceed with caution.

Summary: Farkas hears an interesting rumor and shares it with Vilkas, who then demands the dragonborn to deliver.

Tags: Char:Farkas Char:Vilkas Char:M!PC Race:Orc Relationship:Slash Series:Buttered_Toast Kink:Threesome Kink:Incest Kink:Fingering Kink:Rimming Kink:Anal Kink:Spit_Roasting Kink:Hair

It isn’t often that Farkas eats at the Bannered Mare, but sometimes he welcomes the change. Sure it’s quiet, and there aren’t enough fist fights to suit him, but it’s a good place to pick up rumors, especially if he sits near the bar and just listens to Hulda gossip. Loudly. It isn’t even something to feel guilty about, the way she speaks, Belethor could probably hear her in his general goods store.

He is supposed to be listening for information on the movements of bandits or dragons or draugr sightings, but what he hears instead makes him spit mead. “Hulda! Don’t laugh! I’m not kidding, Thane Ghizul has two dicks!” Farkas wipes his face and turns to look at the two women behind him. Ysolda. Of course. Ghizul had always looked at her a little longer than the other women. Farkas was just a little surprised the Orc had gotten her in bed already.

“That’s impossible!” Ahlam says, “I work every day at the temple, I would know.”

“Ahlam, hush. Thane Ghizul is an Orsimer, for all we know its commonplace.”

Ahlam gives Ysolda a shove that’s just a little too hard to be playful. “He get you in bed already, Ysolda? I can always tell because you start acting like a respectable woman when you feel guilty.”

Ysolda shoves her back. “I happen to find Thane Ghizul very attractive. He doesn’t fit the mental image the word ‘Orc’ brings up.”

“Stop it you two.” Hulda says from her position leaning against the counter. “Ysolda, just tell us about it before I can start demanding an admission to see your cat fight.”

“Oh, Talos.” Ysolda says, fanning her quickly reddening face. “Well, his size was already imposing, so I asked if it was possible to just use the one, and he-” She laughs breathlessly, drops her voice to a whisper. “He proposed putting one in my cunt and the other in my ass.”

Ahlam gives a weary moan. “By Tava, what I wouldn’t do for just one cock in my pussy!” Farkas looks quickly to the Redguard, he could certainly get her set up…

Hulda laughs and pushes the wet rag away from her as she leans in closer. “Was it as divine as it sounds?” Ysolda nods slowly and the three women break out in a fit of giggles.

Farkas stands, sets his tankard as carefully as he can on the bench and makes his way out of the inn and back to Jorrvaskr. All the whelps had retired for the night, leaving only Aela, Skjor, and Vilkas in the main hall. Farkas sits down next to Vilkas, pulling a tankard of ale in his direction and taking a long drink. “So.” He says, and Vilkas looks at him. Aela and Skjor are on the other end of the table, taking quietly amongst themselves. Farkas takes a breath. “Ghizul has two dicks.”

Vilkas laughs, waving his brother off with one hand. “Very nice, ice for brains. Where’d you hear that?”

Farkas frowns a little, not at his nickname, but at the fact that his brother doesn’t believe him. “That little merchant girl, Ysolda, she was talking about it at the Bannered Mare.”

Then, Vilkas looks at him. “Ghizul spent the night with her yesterday evening.”

Farkas nods. “I know. So it’s true then? D’ya think?”

Vilkas shrugs and finishes off his tankard. “Only one way to find out, brother.” The older twin stands and Farkas follows him down the stairs into the whelps’ room. Vilkas shakes awake the Orc, who looks up at them with groggy eyes.

“Whatt’ya want?”

Farkas looks to Vilkas, then to the Orc, then to the other whelps. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here. We could do it somewhere… private.”

“C’mon, Orc. We’ve got something we want to ask you.”

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!A fails at labeling posts. Whoops~! Sorry~~~

Ghizul steps away, the dominating air of his disappearing as he claps once. “Great!” He takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it off over his head and tossing it to lay somewhere forgotten for the time being. He stops and stares at the twins, both looking dumbfounded. “Are you gonna get undressed?” his voice deepens and that smirk is back. “Or am I gonna do it for you?” Farkas practically falls to the floor, yanking off his steel boots and throwing them noisily in the corner. His armor comes clanking off next, and his undershirt and tights, and then, finally, he is left in sitting in only his smalls. Ghizul points and says, “Those too.” Farkas obediently unties the laces and tosses the meager cloth over his shoulder, he looks up at Ghizul, a smile on his face and his hands absently stroking his member as he waits. Ghizul looks at Vilkas. “Well?”

Vilkas sets his mouth in a straight line. “Look. Me and Farkas are close but-”

“That’s a damn shame.” Ghizul reaches for his shirt and starts to pull it on.

“Vilkas! Please!” Farkas fixes his brother with the most pitiful puppy dog eyes, the look on his face just short of a pout.

Vilkas makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat and reaches for the shoulder clasp on his armor. “That face doesn’t make this any better, Ice Spike.”

Ghizul smiles, watching on as Vilkas gets undressed. He removes his shirt a second time and pats the bed. “Farkas, lay here with your knees up and feet on the edge. Vilkas, come straddle him.”

Farkas obediently goes to the bed, but Vilkas hangs back for a moment. “By Hircine…” he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair, but he takes a step forward and eventually ends up straddling Farkas, their hard cocks twitching against each other.

“Great.” Ghizul says in excitement, “This is great, guys.” He moves to them, looking down at their proffered holes, he tucks a finger in each of them, earning a chorus of synchronized moans as he searches for their magic spots and finds them. He abuses the spots and then adds a second and third finger, pressing lightly against all sides of the lumps. He leans down, removing his fingers from Vilkas’ hole and replaces them with his tongue.

Vilkas gasps, instinctually rutting against Farkas’ cock. Farkas releases a gasp of his own, reaching around to hold Vilkas to him and tucking his face in the crook of the older twin’s neck and shoulder.

Ghizul switches hands and tongue, licking greedily at Farkas’ hole He sits back up, puts his three fingers back in both holes and then adds a fourth, slowly spreading and stretching the two men in preparation.

“I’ve had men before!” Vilkas growls. “Farkas too, so there’s no need to be so thorough.”

Ghizul shrugs, removes his fingers, and lines his cocks up with their respective holes. Farkas whines, Vilkas releases a shuddering breath in anticipation and then Ghizul gives a great thrust and he is in to the hilt, sac slapping against Farkas’ ass as he moves in and out. The Orc groans, leans over them and thrusts harder. The motion sends Vilkas rocking back and forth, his cock sliding against Farkas’. He groans, buries his head in Farkas’ neck and cries out as Ghizul gives a particularly hard thrust.

“I’m jealous of you guys.” Ghizul pants, sweat pouring down his face as he pumps diligently into the twins’ insides. “By the gods, I want something in my ass.”

It’s insane. Vilkas thinks, This is absolutely insane! He’s being driven crazy by the feeling of a whelp filling him from behind, by the feeling of Farkas’ thick, throbbing cock pressing against his own. He raises his hands, tightens them in Farkas’ hair – who cries out as Vilkas tugs hard – and plants his mouth on his brother’s. Farkas moans into the kiss, scrapes his nails down Vilkas’ back. Vilkas gives a sharp gasp and a curse, breaking the kiss, as Ghizul bites his shoulder blade. Vilkas looks down at his cock pressed tightly against Farkas’, he licks his lips nervously. He’s already kissed his brother, their cocks are already twitching and throbbing against the other, a little bit of rutting wouldn’t hurt, would it?

He gives an experimental roll of his hips and Farkas gasps, arching his back and making Ghizul cry out as they both tighten around him. Ghizul cums, flooding them both with his hot, sticky spunk as he slumps against Vilkas.

Vilkas growls and rolls over, throwing Ghizul to the floor as he does so. He glares down at the Orc. “Really? You’re going to cum and leave me and Farkas hanging? Perhaps we should show you your place, whelp!”

Ghizul gives a soft, weary moan and shifts to stand up, but Vilkas puts a foot on his upper back, forcing his face to the floor. Vilkas turns to regard Farkas. “Which end do you want?”

“Front!” Farkas cries, sitting up and crouching before Ghizul touching his aching cock to Ghizul’s waiting lips. The Orc opens up and takes Farkas into his mouth eagerly, wiggling his ass invitingly at Vilkas, who kneels behind him and thrusts into the hilt smoothly. Ghizul moans wantonly, going deeper on Farkas’ cock as he does so, sending vibrations down the length of it and into Farkas’ very core.

“Yes…” Ghizul hums as both Farkas and Vilkas pull out before slamming back into him again. Each twin moves at a slightly different pace in and out of Ghizul’s mouth and ass. He moans wildly, fisting the unnamed fabric underneath him as he rocks back and forth on his knees.

Farkas’ eyes catch Vilkas’ and they both lean in, capturing the other in a bruise-inducing kiss as they trust in and out of the Orc underneath them. Vilkas’ hand finds the back of Farkas’ head, twisting in his thick locks tugging on them and forcing the other to relent to him. Farkas does so obediently, moaning into the kiss, half from Ghizul’s ministrations at his groin and half from the perverse domination Vilkas is tongue-thrusting into his mouth. They cum as one, each giving a great, tremulous gasp as they break, breathless from the force of their kiss.

Ghizul’s body accepts the cum as if it were made for it, he drinks it down as if he were the thirstiest creature in all of Nirn. The all three moan deeply, collapsing into a pile of spoons, not to wake until late morn.

That was so hot!! An awesome fill :D I never realized I'd like Farkas/Vilkas so much, hahah! Thanks A!A :D

Glad you like it, anon~! <3

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