Trolls?She thought we were trolls?
We stand side by side and skim the letter.With each word, our memories come flooding back, all at once.From the devastation to the elders' plan to preserve us so that Kraukug would have a chance to prosper once more.
If we thought our heavy heads and weak legs might be due to traveling through the portal, we were wrong.It was because of the shell breaking and setting us free.We were contained in an egg.
So much has happened since we've been incubated.My brother, NTRSTIA, LBCAE's brother RLXEAADNE, and FNREC's brother SRMUIAQ have a mate: Jasmine, a human female whose essence was able to unfurl their tusks.This is phenomenal.Without our tusks, we are strong and powerful, but with our tusks, we can reduce our enemies to half without lifting a shield.
When all seemed lost and our egg was bound to die, it appears Jasmine took it upon herself to choose a mate for us through synthetic means.
"Well?"she prompts impatiently."Can we go now?I'm dying over here."She taps the heartfire mark on her arm.
And this is the mate Jasmine has chosen for us.Our mate.We will drink from her, and our tusks will grow.
Fenric and Caleb exchange glances with me.My heart pounds with pride for Kraukug, mirrored by my fellow orcs.We are bloodline orcs of Kraukug, and this female now belongs to us.
A fierce surge of possessiveness burns within us, igniting the heat in our blood.Ours.
I will teach her to defend herself against the elements of Kraukug.Fenric will teach her how to hunt.Caleb will teach her the lay of the land, how to crop, and how to sense the weather.We will fill her with our seed, and she will bear our young.Many of them.
This beauty is ours.With that realization comes the understanding that we would have taken her anyway, even without the heartfire on her arm.But with that triumph also comes a seed of doubt.How will she accept us inside her?
She may be mighty in spirit, but she is small in stature, weaker than an orc female.Will we break her?We do not know what Jasmine looks like; perhaps she is built differently than our mate.If not, our brothers must have found a way.
We have to know.We must know immediately what we need to do to lay our three cocks deep within her body.
We advance toward her as one, our hearts ablaze with territorial instinct, as if she were ours since the beginning of time.
She is bent over, opening a variety of brightly colored satchels, rummaging through her garments.
"Is it hot or cold where you live?Do I need a coat?Or not?Do I—"
"Francesca of Erthry, mate of Damien, Fenric, and Caleb," I say, calling to her.
"So no, I'm really not," she replies, straightening up and immediately backing away as we approach."That's what we're going to fix.That's why we're going to kra-something so your friend Jasmine can take this off.So I don't freaking die—"
Caleb finds a blanket of the softest fur and places it on the bed, while Fenric catches her.He picks her up and lays her on the bed on her back.
"Wait, what are you doing?"she cries, trying to crawl out from under him.
The tunic she wears is made of a soft, liquid fabric that glides over her curves like moonlight.
Her arms are bare, and the hem of the dress stops at her mid-thigh.She is dressed scantily, and the sight of her has made our cocks ache.The only thing holding her garment in place is the thin binding across her shoulders.
Fenric lowers himself to her thighs, his hands spanning her flesh.I take his place over her, keeping her pinned.Caleb lies on the other side of her.
Fenric lifts her garment and spreads her legs, while Caleb lowers the fabric concealing her breasts.But she is wearing a scrap of cloth that hides her pussy from us.Fenric rips away the unnecessary bits, baring her completely.
Our spirited mate tries to fight us off.
"Are you insane?What are you doing?Get off me."
"You are our mate, and we need to ensure we will fit inside you before we leave."
"Oh, I think not," she protests, but I lower my mouth to hers, instantly silencing her, her eyes widening.
I take possession of soft lips.Her taste is glorious, sweet, blooming under my skin like the syrup from shaura petals.
She vibrates prettily for me as I gently explore her mouth.Meanwhile, Caleb lowers his head to her pebbled nipple and sucks, while Fenric runs his hand down her sweet-smelling cunt.
