I'm placed back on the bed, their mouths open on me, and just when I think I can't give them anymore, Marquis and Alexander lift my legs into the air as Tristian sucks a finger, parts my butt cheeks, and penetrates me.
My cry, a mix of avarice and apprehension, leaves my lips as Tristian stretches the most private part of me.Tears roll down my face as my flesh gives way for the obscene thickness of his finger, and yet, I raise my hips, my hands in Alexander's hair, pulling him toward my pussy.
A spray of milk streams out of me, and he drinks it up.Tristian twists his finger, and this time my orgasm is outright brutal.I'm thrown off a cliff as a lascivious wail leaves my body, and as I tumble mindlessly, Marquis sucks up the last bit of milk inside me.
My breathing is so ragged, my entire body quakes.I'm soaked with traces of milk, my own juices, and perspiration.My hair is a damp, tangled mess; tears streak my face.
But all I can hear are their roars, mighty and proud as they stand up.I worry their muscles are going to burst from their skin.They throw their heads back, and the abode shakes with their thunderous bellows before they put their gazes on me again.
My eyes flicker to their faces, and I scoot backward on the bed.There's no mistaking who they are right now.
Chapter Eight
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Jasmine
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Apair of tusks, sharpand pale ivory, now jut from their lower jaws, curving past their lips and glinting in the firelight of the room.Blades emerge from their mouths—weapons.They could sink into my jugular, and I wouldn't even feel it.There are so many ways they could kill me.They're orcs.Oh my god.Am I seriously only making the connection now?What did I think would happen when they said they needed my milk to grow strong tusks?
Okay.Okay.Okay.
Except they're coming for me.
Marquis wraps his hand around my ankle and pulls me toward them.They lower their mouths to my body.I'm petrified they're going to cut me.
Instead, I feel the width of their tongues on my skin, licking me, cleaning me softly, their tusks gliding over me without severing my flesh.
The rough texture of their tongues tickles me but also ignites a deep craving.For them.They lick me from top to bottom, holding me so tenderly that my fear begins to dissolve.
They turn me over with a gentleness that completely contrasts with their size and nature.They do the same to my back, down the backs of my thighs, and my feet—licking me, branding me.
At first, I'm lulled into a daze, as if their tongues have a smoothing effect, but then my senses awaken slowly.A deep longing starts in the lower part of my womb.My clit and breasts swell.How can I possibly feel both light and powerful at the same time?
"Fuck," Alexander says."She's so beautiful when she's ready to take our cocks."
