Lost to the Orcs (Oyeon Orcs)

Chapter Thirteen Pregnant

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: PREGNANT

A growl above me pulls me into awareness. It causes my aching cunt, to gush as it’s lapped with a thick rough tongue. “Sweet mate.” U’snars voice purrs from behind me. I can feel my ass stretched so deliciously. It’s slowly being pumped with what I can only assume is U’snars cock because Jaedason is now staring down at me with such heat his cock in his hand as he presses his pre-cum leaking prick onto my lips. Wiping my face with its amazing spunk. I lick my lips and moan. Oh god. He tastes like heaven.

I lap at him until he leaks across my face trailing his cock down my chin over my neck and chest before coming to my cunt and filling me. He lifts my legs to lie against his chest, keeping them mostly closed where he nips at my toes. I whimper watching his cock glide in and out of me.

As if that was the signal, U’snar starts slamming into my ass. His hands rough on my breasts as he grips them between his fingers and uses me. I’m letting out a cry with each of his thrusts. While Jaedason gives me a slow pump after pump of his sweet cock. I come. His heated gaze making me cream with so much lust.

“Please.” I whimper. “Please, Jaedason.” His eyes momentarily widen. As if I hadn’t said his name before. As if it were a trigger, he takes my legs on either side of his hips, wrapping them around him as he slams into me just as rough if not rougher than U’snar and I’m wailing beneath them. Struggling to be free and yet wanting to be tied down and used by them forever.

My climax whips me of life and limb. I’m gasping for breath and being absolutely filled with these males.

~~~~~

The room smells like sex. The bed I’m laying in is covered in the smell and feel of slick and cum. Something inside of me hums. Content and happy. Wanting to rub myself in it. Whispering secrets inside my ear. Telling me that it’s okay, that we need to cover ourselves in their smell so that the world may know to whom we belong. Us and our kit.

Since I ‘awoke’, Jaedason left the rooms, stating that he has a few things to take care of but he’ll be back in a few hours. He pointedly looked at U’snar who merely pulled me into my ‘nest’ as they call Jaedason’s bed now, and gave me deliciously sweet kisses. That make the thing within me tickle in excitement.

“U’snar?” He harrumphs, partly asleep as he cradles me in his arms. “We’re mated?” He sits up and plops his head in his hand, looking down at me lying on my back, his eyes hooded and honeyed dreams. He nods. I hum, thinking. “Jaedason too?” He narrows his eyes before nodding. “I’m only asking because… I feel like something is different.” I rub my chest, near the bite on my right shoulder. Jaedason’s bite. “Like an uncomfortable strain.”

“Is Jaedason.” He grumbles. “He is afraid. You weel feel it. Sometimes it feels like you. But it is different.” He hums contentedly and wraps his arms around me before laying me on his chest. I feel warmth blossom on the other side of my chest. I touch it. “That is me. I make you warm, yes?”

I smile back. “Yes.”

His smile widens into his gorgeous grin that makes his eyes glimmer like gems. Gems I wish to hoard. Only me. Just look at me. His eyes become warm. “An’ that is you.” He rubs his chest over his heart. Pulling me in, he nips my lips in a greedy kiss.

A throat clears behind us. Jaedason has returned. “Ay have brought food.” I try to sit up but U’snar lifts me and sets me down over his thighs. His hardness rubbing enticingly against my lower lips. My breath hitches and my nipples tighten beneath Jaedason’s shirt that I insisted on wearing, scratching me almost erotically .

Lips parted, panting, I look at Jaedason and watch as his eyes darken with pure lust. The echo pounding my chest and filling me with all the endorphins I need to take them both. Fuck. When will this end?

“Another day.” Jaedason murmurs. “You have lasted so long because of us. Or mayhap youer body recognizes youer first heat.” He steps before me and kneels. Pulling his shirt from me, he palms each breast, massaging them before one after the other, taking them in his mouth and swirling around my nipples with his tongue. He nips them and kisses them. Pulling sweet moans from my throat as I rock against U’snar who is nipping my neck and leaving his love marks along the column.

An impatient growl vibrates from U’snars chest into my back, causing goosebumps to emerge across my skin. Jaedason stands, his cock weeping and my mouth waters. I kiss the tip, swirling my tongue on the exposed head, dipping my tongue into the slit to urge the creation of more. I’m insatiable with my need of them. Sweet, salty and delicious. When I wrap my hands around him and pop the head into my mouth, U’snar lifts my hips and slams me down. I choke a gasp, giving Jaedason ample opportunity to thrust forward, but he is patient. Ever waiting.

He likes the wait. During our two weeks of nonstop aching delicious claiming sex, I found that he will hold off as long as he can. Taking my teasing sweet torture. Not that I was really capable of torturing. In fact, his holding off had been torturing me those two weeks. I was desperate and needy and he wouldn’t give it to me immediately. It frustrated me and I actually cut him with my sharp nails when urging and demanding he take me hard and fast. After I licked his blood dripping from his chest and humming my delight, he’d used me. It had lasted longer than any other but I’d loved every second of it. Begging and pleading for him to fill me.

I hum as I slowly press him forward along my tongue. Slipping it beneath him to rub at the sensitive connective tissue of the head and foreskin. He grits his teeth and fists his hands. Everything he can do to keep control. Including, having U’snar slam into me or roll his hips. U’snar is every bit as devout to me, but he defers to Jaedason as chief and the charge of our mating. A slight nod and the two have had a whole paragraph of talking. U’snar taking me while Jaedason allows me to suck him off, is all part of the plan. I can’t wholly concentrate on his cock when I’m very well being pounded into next week.

It scrambles my brain and makes me lose track of what I was doing. What I wanted to do to him and it drives me up the wall. I want Jaedason out of control. I want him slamming into my throat and using me. But he wouldn’t. Not yet.

I moan, the slapping of flesh distracting me. My climax beginning the first clenching and spasms of my cunt, making me pop off of his cock so that I can breathe through it. But I clench him in my fists as best I can and twist and pull. He moans, a hand fisting in my hair.

I look up into his eyes and pull him closer. Letting go of him, I wrap my arms around his thighs, his cock now resting against my cheek. I lick it from base to tip before lowering my mouth on him. A gentle, excruciatingly slow glide down his length. He hisses and his grip tightens. It makes me mew as he hits the back of my throat. I swallow, taking him further, my cunt trying to milk the seed right out of U’snar but he’s not done with me yet.

Still connected, U’snar holds my hips in his hands and stands. I’m literally stuffed end to end and I hold onto them as tightly as possible. I know they wouldn’t intentionally drop me but the fear is there. I look up at Jaedason and he cups my face with his other hand and grins.

Oh, he was baiting.

He pulls from my throat and nearly completely out of my mouth just as U’snar does the same. Their eyes intent on their hardened lengths covered in my juices and saliva before slamming back into me. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head.

Used.

I was begging for it. Wanting it so badly. Maybe not allowed but they felt it. Just like I feel how satisfying they find this. How desperate they want to cum but they’re holding off. Whereas I can’t stop feeding off their lust. My moans and whimpers gargled and swallowed as my cunt flutters like a clenching and unclenching fist.

Tears spill down the sides of my cheeks and I’m dribbling drool and precum and Jaedason is looking at me like I’m the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. All is right in my chest. This is how it’s supposed to feel.

“Swallow all of it.” He moans between gritted teeth. His thrusts becoming erratic. Just as erratic as U’snars. They slam into me in a dichotomous tempo until U’snar, throws his head back and roars, and Jaedason growls at me as he seats himself firmly mouth to base before spurt after spurt of the most delicious cum, he’s ever made for me soaks up in my mouth and is swallowed.

Gulp after gulp until nothing is left.

Jaedason hums his approval, his gaze trapping me in his desires. “Good girl.”

~~~~~

I stretch, my limbs; my muscles aching. Little pinpricks of feeling travel up and down in my ‘sleeping’ limbs. And I moan, waiting for it to go away. Wiggling the extremities to get rid of the tingling sensations.

U’snar and Jaedason were pulled away this morning. Some emergency. It’s a good thing that my heat is finally complete. The sex was absolutely amazing but it was a need. I’m not saying I didn’t want it because by god I wanted every last drop and if they offered it to me right now, I would probably drop to my knees and beg. It’s just so hard to have sex, all the time . I barely ate unless it was directly from their mouths, slathered in their saliva. Or, I would make them pour their seed down my throat. That’s what Jaedason had meant when he said they need to store nutrients to ‘feed’ me. It was an intense and strange—almost ritualistic act that makes me flush.

I’m pretty sure I lost a few pounds, what with all the activity and practically liquid diet I was on. Plus, I was already pretty skinny from the start so I know I should up my intake. U’snar once said that I might have been so thin because the previous owner of my body did it to slow her metabolism. To slow the rate she might have her heat. But now that I am mated, there shouldn’t be any worry about it and I can be on a proper diet. Since ‘coming to’ Jaedason and U’snar have made it a point to feed me. Though, it’s directly from their hands. They still made sure I was gaining all the calories my body was burning like lighter fluid with every one of our trysts.

My stomach growls. Ah. Perfect timing.

A knock on the wall makes me squeak. I wrap a sheet around me when fast feet fly into the room. “Lady!”

Oh. Ys’ari. “Hello, Yesari.” He giggles and sniffs around the room. “Let me get dressed. Go to the table.” He grins his tiny sharp toothed grin and toddles off .

I pull on one of Jaedason’s shirts and a pair of U’snar’s pants tied with a leather strap tightly around my hips. I look kind of over dressed for breakfast with a toddler and nearly swathed in too much extra cloth but it’s just a baby visiting.

I exit the room and stop mid-step. Standing by the table is Ys’ari’s older brother and another male Orc. He’s got dark brown hair, white temples, and bright purple eyes. His skin is as dark as the older brothers. The only thing that is different is that he wears a collar around his neck and is peppered with strips of lighter colors. Scars.

“Oh. H-hello.” The older Orc smiles before turning with a flourish of his left arm at the small feast on the table. Jaedason must have cleared it of his work when I wasn’t looking because the table is clean. “Thank you.”

I sit in my chair and the three stand at attention before me. I choke back my gasp when I notice the unidentified Orc is missing an arm. One part of me wishes to ask if he’s okay, the other realizes that it’s long healed. A wound that likely happened less than 10 years ago. I clear my throat and wave at the other seats. “Aren’t any of you going to join me?” Ys’ari’s eyes widen as he tries his best not to dance in place with his excitement. The teen has a passive look on his face as if he is bored and doesn’t care. But I saw his leg twitch. The old Orc shakes his head. “Why not? There’s plenty here.”

“Shalk is trying not to disrespect the mate of our chief.” The teen says.

“Shallk. Hmm. And what is your name?”

The teen visibly balks as he glowers at me in irritation. “Why would I tell you?” Shalk smacks the back of the boy’s head. I’m so surprised I let the gasp free before catching it. “I’m sorry , my lady.” He bows low before standing at attention and staring at the far wall. “We will not be joining you for your meal.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Ys’ari visibly deflate. Oh no. They are not doing this to me.

“No.” All three of their eyes fall to me. One confused and hesitating. Another openly hostile. And the last hopeful. “You will not put this on me. Either you eat with me or I won’t eat at all and I’m pretty sure the punishment for not giving me my food is far greater than eating with me.” Shalk snorts before pushing the teen towards a chair and scooping up Ys’ari to seat him as well. He stays standing. Fine. This is more than I thought I’d be getting from him. So, I shall concede. Shalk gestures for the boys to wait for me.

I roll my eyes at this and stand to serve the boys before me. “Eat.” I tell them, as I lay their plates full of one of everything before them before making one and setting it aside and then my own.

Most everything on the plate are things that I know of. Or at least I think I know of them. A couple of mushrooms sautéed in some sauce with some chicken, green beans? And maybe some sweet potatoes? I’m not sure it’s purplish in color so. I shrug and take a bite. It tastes exactly like candied sweet potatoes without marshmallows or sugar.

My famished stomach demands I inhale everything. I honestly don’t taste much until the second plate and that is when the savoring and questions begin. The meat is definitely not chicken. But it’s white like cooked chicken. The meat is tougher and strange on my tongue. But not gross. Those ‘green beans’ are also not green beans. They outwardly look like green beans but they have a sponge center. And the mushrooms. Are mushrooms. I wonder if that changes from one world to the next.

“Will you ever tell me your name?” I ask of the boy seated across from me. The boy arches a brow at me and points to his full mouth. Which causes me to laugh. I honestly wasn’t expecting that. Maybe the middle finger but I guess since Shalk is here, he won’t be doing that any time soon. I wonder if they know about the middle finger? “I’ll take that as a never.” I turn to Ys’ari. “Hello, you sweetie.” He beams at me. A mouth full of not chicken. Gross but gosh who could be mad at that face. Still, I add, “Gotta close your mouth so no food falls out.” He nods at my wisdom and firmly closes his teeth and lips. “Now, gentleman, what brought you to bring me this feast?”

“Chief Jaedason instructed us on what to prepare you. I heard him say you were whining about food from your home.” The boy rolls his eyes. As if saying he would never go to such lengths for a woman. Especially not a human one.

I blush. I remember vaguely murmuring about how much I was craving a burger and then describing to the men what that was. That I was really wishing I could get my hands on some creamy chicken marsala. I guess, this would be close to what I described. I forgot to tell them that it was slathered with butter and cream of mushroom soup. Ugh I don’t want to think about how I’ll probably never get my hands on some parmesan cheese again. God, can’t I have like my own personal portal? I’ll gladly bring over some of the good stuff.

“You talk differently than the others.” The boy stares at me, his eyes wide and a little fearful. “I just meant that you sounded more like me or a teen from where I come from than well... oh I’m just putting my foot in my mouth.”

“Your foot?” He looks at my bare feet on the ground, his brows meeting and his mouth slanting. “You aren’t—

“It’s a figure of speech kiddo.” The confusion only rises. So, I shake my head. “Don’t try to analyze it. It won’t make sense even if I try to explain it. English is one of the dumbest languages on Earth.”

“Hearth?” Ys’ari interjects, wanting to be included. His plate is empty.

“Yes, Earth.” I smile. And fill his plate with the foods he’s looking at longingly. He seems to favor the green beans. They don’t exactly taste like them as they have a crunch like a carrot but more watery like Jícama but they’re a close second. “It’s where I came from. What do you call it?”

“Home.” The boy answers for his brother. I guess he wouldn’t understand what I meant.

I hum, thinking of how to describe it. “The things in the air at night. The big round one. And the tiny one. I call them moons. The bright ball in the sky is the sun. The land,” I make a circle with my hands, “is Earth.”

“Your human language is strange.” The boy scrunches his nose in quasi-annoyance. Shalk swats him again. “Sorry.”

“No, it is weird.” I reassure him. “So, you’re okay.”

“The Twins.” I nod. Makes sense. I’m pretty sure before technology or mass communications not everyone was calling them moons. “Solist. And the Here.”

“The here? Why do you call it ‘here’?”

“Because when you die, you go to the After.” He shrugs. As if that would make sense. But it really doesn’t. I just nod though and thank him. He nods solemnly.

“I remember being your age.”

The boy snorts. “I am 23 seasons.” I choke on my drink. Shalk pats my back fiercely.

I’m only about five years older than this kid. But he’s not a kid. He smirks at my bafflement. Oh, he’s gonna break someone’s heart with that smile. “You guys age differently. How old is Yesari?”

The boy huffs his annoyance. “He’s not yeesahree.” He pronounces it like I do and it does indeed sound terrible. “His name is Yis are E. Ys’ari is three seasons.” Oh good, I was hoping I wasn’t dealing with a small child instead of a toddler.

“Thank you. I’ll learn to say it properly. YisareE.” The little boy giggles. He does not give a damn. He just thinks the lady is funny. I turn to Shalk, “Can you thank whoever cooked for us? It was delicious!” He stares at me for a long moment before nodding. He gestures for the boys to finish up with whatever they are eating before he packs everything away to be washed; I’m assuming. Before they leave, I smile reassuringly, “Thank you for joining me for my meal.” I’m not surprised when Ys’ari is the only one who waves back to me. The teen—er young adult? God I can’t believe he is nearly as old as me! Just looks at me like I were a some weird confusing conundrum. Shalk’s own gaze is narrowed but it’s not with any discernible emotion that I can pinpoint.

So, I chalk it up to him being wary. He obviously went through it in some way. I have no idea who took his arm, why he doesn’t talk or how he can live with that many scars across his body but for sure, it is a story worthy of all the gold and gems I can think of. His life is probably both beautiful and tragic and I am quite intrigued. Though, it seems I must bide my time to find out. I wonder how that will play out.

Left alone to my own devices, I try to sit around and think. About this place, about these Orcs and this bond that is obviously growing within—

Oh my god. I shoot up from my brooding seat. The horror mixed in with surprise and fear. I—Did we—?

Something burst through the door with a mighty growl. I scream in surprise, but it’s just U’snar. “What is wrong with you??” He stalks into the room, sniffing the air, looking into the open doorways. When he finds nothing, I see him visibly relax. I step up to him. “U’snar?”

He wraps his arms around me in a fierce grasp. “Was coming t’ you when I felt it.” OH. My emotions. “What has you distressed?” He pulls away to look down into my eyes.

“Am I pregnant?” It’s the softest whisper I think I could ever create but the catching of breath at the doorway, with Jaedason rushing through, informs me that with their lovely hearing, he heard my question.

Jaedason nods at U’snar, so U’snar nods at me. “Yes.”

“Oh.” I honestly don’t know how to react. I mean, obviously the heat or whatever meant that I would possibly be impregnated during the act but there’s also a chance I wouldn’t right? I don’t know how these bodies work. They’re not like my kind of body. I just don’t know how to feel. Am I elated? Do I want a baby? Is there even an option—I stare into these beautiful men’s eyes. There is pain in their gazes as they feel every one of my uncertain feelings, though they try to hide it. “I will have this—our baby.” I make sure to look both men in the eyes. “I just, I never thought I’d be a mom.” Which is true. I honestly thought I would be single forever with the occasional hookup at the damn bar. But look at me. Shagging it with two Orcs. Two virile Orcs.

They nod. And before I can react, U’snar has my legs flying in the air as he spins me and laughs. “Perfection, Sunkissed.” The endearment and nickname make me smile as I giggle and beg him to put me down before I throw up all over him. He places me on my unsteady feet.

“Oh, I really do feel sick now.” I gasp, holding my side which is in slight pain from my laughter.

Jaedason pulls me out of U’snars arms and touches my side, checks my forehead, and pallor. “Are you alright…mate?”

I shake my head. “No, I am fine. It was just because I laughed too hard. Thank you.” I look between the two males while Jaedason continues to look me over. He too must have felt my emotions and came rushing. Though, he wouldn’t show it. “Will you two be joining me for lunch? Or well, what time is it?”

Jaedason allows a smile. “It is mid morning.”

“Can we go outside?” I hop from foot to foot in excitement. Both my Orcs frown. “Oh c’mon. I’d love to go outside and smell some fresh air. Our rooms just smell like sex. And if you guys aren’t here to help me out with that, I don’t really want to be stuck in here.” Arousal flares up in the bond and I’m suddenly really really horny. “That’s not what I was—

But it is too late. I’d summoned their hunger and they are going to feast.