The Orc Moving Crew (3 orcs: Morzuk/Thokmar/Urdath x Fem Human Reader)
Summary: After leaving a toxic relationship, you hire a crew of three orcs to help you move into your new place. Morzuk, Thokmar, and Urdath are strong, sweet, and absolutely incapable of letting you lift a finger. When they build your new bed and insist on properly testing it...
TW: NSFW, all acts are fully consensual, group sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), P in V, deepthroating, multiple partners-DP (oral/handjob+P in V), size difference, past bad relationship, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, light spit play, orc stamina, belly bulging from penetration, gorgeous messy sex.
Kate: Hello, moonlust crew!! This is a very steamy commission!! We've got THREE orcs who take their moving jobs VERY seriously, especially when it comes to testing furniture quality control. These boys are strong, sweet, and absolutely horny! Prepare for some seriously thorough "bed testing." ;) 🩷
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The boxes were everywhere.
Some were stacked against the walls. Others looked one nudge away from collapsing, while several yawned open with their contents spilling across the floor where you'd abandoned them after getting distracted.
So far, you'd managed to open a box labeled Bedroom-Fragile and somehow ended up sitting on the floor eating chips.
Great start.
You rubbed your face and sighed. The walls were still bare, the windows had price tags stuck to them, and the only furniture in the entire apartment was the single chair you'd dragged inside yourself. Everything else was still in boxes or sitting in the moving truck.
Get it together, you told yourself. This is a fresh start. New place, new life, new opportunities. Don't be so gloom. Something wonderful could be waiting for you.
The doorbell cut through your haze.
You scrambled to your feet, brushing chip crumbs from your leggings and smoothing down the oversized t-shirt you'd thrown on that morning. When you opened the door, every single thought evacuated your brain.
Three orcs stood on your doorstep, and they looked like they'd stepped straight out of a monster romance. They wore matching navy blue work shirts with the moving company's logo stitched over the left breast pocket. The top few buttons were undone, sleeves stretched tight over biceps thicker than your thighs.
They were massive. Not just tall—though they were that—but broad.
The one in front had black hair falling in messy waves around a sharp face. His jaw was strong, cheekbones high, his eyes pitch black. When he smiled, his tusks caught the light, gleaming ivory against his green-grey skin.
"You must be our client," he said, voice deep and rich. His hand engulfed yours completely when he offered it. "I'm Morzuk. We've got the rest of your furniture downstairs in the truck. Took a bit longer than expected to load, but we're here now."
"Oh." Brilliant. Absolutely masterful response. "Right. Yes. The furniture. I'm—that's me. I'm the client, Y/N."
Morzuk's grin widened. "These are my boys—Thokmar and Urdath."
Thokmar stepped forward, bulkier than the others with a soft belly that somehow made him look so cuddle-friendly. His arms were corded with muscle and his head was shaved smooth. His green eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, his tusks slightly shorter than Morzuk's.
"It's nice meeting you, miss," he said in an easy-going drawl. "Real nice. Hope we don't make too much of a mess in your pretty new place."
"Thank you," you managed. "I'm sure you'll be—I mean, it's fine. Mess is fine. I already have a mess. It's fine."
Stop saying fine. Oh god, why are you saying fine so much?
The third orc, Urdath, was quieter but no less gorgeous. A mahogany-colored braid hung over one shoulder and his mismatched eyes—one brown, one amber—moved over you slowly, making you fidget nervously. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, not quite reaching his eyes, but it was there.
"We'll put everything exactly where you want it," he said in a husky baritone that vibrated in your chest. "No matter how particular you are."
"I'm not—I mean, I have some ideas—" You stopped, took a breath, and stepped aside. "Thank you. Please come in."
They ducked through the doorway one by one, and the apartment shrank around them. Once they were inside, they took up space like they owned it, making your small place feel suddenly crowded.
Morzuk glanced around then back at you. "Where do you want us to start?"
"Living room first?" You pointed vaguely. "Then the dining table... the bookshelves..." You paused, trying to remember your mental list. "Oh, and the TV stand. And the—" You winced. "The bed too, please. The instructions are in one of the boxes, but I opened it and... I couldn't make sense of them."
Thokmar nodded. "We'll take care of it all. Don't you worry."
You watched them work, and the longer you watched, the harder it became to remember why you should look away.
They moved through your apartment like gods. Lifting things with ease. Carrying items that normally took two or three men. They were huge yet agile like cats, and so careful too.
Thokmar angled your armchair through the doorway without a single scratch.
Urdath had your entire dresser balanced on one hip, and he didn't even seem to be straining.
And Morzuk...
Morzuk had lost his shirt somewhere between the bedroom and the hallway. Sweat gleamed on the hard planes of his chest, sliding down the ridges of his stomach. His skin was a warm green-grey, darker than Thokmar's but lighter than Urdath's, and a thin line of dark hair began at his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung trousers.
"Ripped it on a nail," he explained when he caught you staring. "Sorry. Do you mind? Didn't feel like hunting for a spare."
Heat flooded your cheeks. "No problem at all. It's—I mean, it's warm today. I understand."
Oh my god, shut up!
"You need this one here, right?" Thokmar called out, now maneuvering your armchair into position with a soft grunt.
"Yeah, against the far wall," you answered, trying very hard not to stare at how his strong arms handled the weight like it was nothing.
Morzuk patted one of the boxes on his shoulder. "These got books in them? Feels like it."
"Textbooks," you confirmed. "Sorry about the weight."
"No problem," Morzuk said. "Makes it more fun when there's actual weight to lift. Orcs like a challenge."
"I'm just... not used to seeing people handle my stuff so easily. Your arms are bigger than my thighs," you blurted out, then immediately wanted to disappear.
Urdath's mismatched eyes fixed on you. He seemed amused. "That a complaint or a compliment?"
"Both?" you offered, hyper-aware of your body; the dampness gathering between your thighs, the way your nipples had gone hard just from watching them work. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole. How could you be so flustered by all three of them?
Morzuk laughed warmly. "I like her." He grabbed another box marked "Kitchen - Fragile" and tucked it under one arm with care. "Where do you want this one?"
"Counter's fine," you said. "You guys are making this look way too easy. I'm starting to feel bad for not helping."
"You are helping," Thokmar pointed out. "You're telling us where everything goes. That's the hardest part. Half the people we work for don't even know where they want their own stuff."
"Plus you're easy on the eyes," Urdath said in a low tone, carrying your nightstand past you. "Makes the job better."
Heat crept up your neck. He had really said that. Out loud. In your apartment. In front of his coworkers. And why did it make you feel so warm and fuzzy inside? Why did it make your pulse race and your pussy ache even more just from the sound of his voice?
Urdath returned a moment later, standing a little closer than was necessary for a moving job. His spicy scent washed over you and your core clenched so hard you nearly whimpered.
"Want us to move the bed next?" This time, his voice was rougher. Raspier.
"It's pretty heavy," you warned.
All three of them chuckled.
"Heavy for humans, maybe," Morzuk said with a roguish wink. "For us it's just Tuesday."
The bed was the last piece.
They'd worked tirelessly for hours, pausing only to drink the coffee and snacks you'd ordered.
They were almost done and you felt a little sad... they'd leave soon.
The bed was a beautiful piece—solid wood, with carved posts that curved up toward the ceiling. Your ex had never wanted a bed with posts. Too "fussy," he'd said. Too "romantic." You'd bought it anyway, because it made you happy, and this was your new beginning.
Morzuk and Thokmar handled the assembly while Urdath read the instructions, occasionally pointing out something in their language that made the other two grunt in acknowledgment.
Thokmar bent for another plank. The front of his pants strained, outlining a cock so gorgeous... even in its resting state. The bulge wasn’t there before... You quickly looked away, wondering just how much larger he grew when hard.
Urdath shouldered the mattress. His trousers pulled tight along one thigh, a heavy ridge shifting with each step— clearly NOT human in its proportions—and you had to press your thighs together.
Morzuk reached overhead to fasten a strap. His hips rolled forward; the impossible bulk of his cock pressed visibly against the work pants. Your breath caught. Your pussy gave another wet little clench.
Stop it! Stop staring at their cocks like some desperate slut.
You looked down at your nails, face burning.
Finally, the bed was set.
Morzuk wiped his hands on his thighs and turned to you. “All finished. Bed’s strong enough to take anything.” His lips curved. “You look flushed. Something on your mind?”
“No, I’m fine...”
Thokmar grunted and gave the frame a shove. It stayed put, not even a whisper of a creak. "Solid," he pronounced.
"Good," Morzuk agreed. He looked at you. "Needs more testing, though."
You raised an eyebrow. "What kind of test?"
"Motion isolation," Urdath said in all seriousness. "It's important. The bed needs to be properly tested. Quality control."
"Motion isolation," you repeated, a bubble of nerves? anticipation? rising in your chest.
"Mm." Thokmar gave a wolfish smile. "You need to lie down for ten to fifteen minutes. Make sure the frame is stable. See if anything squeaks when you move."
Morzuk inched closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest, smell the sweat and musk of his skin. Once again, your slut of a pussy fluttered, clenching around nothing, soaking your panties even more.
"We can help with that. If you want."
You blinked. Had you heard right? Had they seriously just—
Your mind went somewhere very, very inappropriate.
All three of them on the bed with you. Strong bodies and calloused hands, mouths teasing your skin, then their cocks stretching you... cocks shaped wrong, thick in ways that defied human anatomy, hitting spots that made you scream. Damn, imagine the stretch.
Your face flushed so hot you could feel your ears burning. "I—that's—you can't be serious."
"We're always serious about quality control," Morzuk said. "You want the bed to be perfect, don't you? Need to make sure it's good enough for you."
"Perfect..." you echoed. Your core clenched again, leaking more moisture, soaking your leggings.
Urdath inched closer, his nostrils flaring once, twice. You remembered too late that orcs had sharp senses and had likely been smelling your arousal this whole time, the way your pussy had grown wetter and wetter with every flex of their muscles.
"You're joking," you managed.
"We tried to stay professional," Urdath drawled. "We really did. But you opened that door looking sweet and nervous and so damn beautiful. Every time we moved, your eyes followed. You couldn't stop staring."
Thokmar laughed softly from your right. "We noticed you watching Morzuk's chest, my arms, Urdath's hands when he pointed at the instructions. We liked it. Wondered what you'd look like once you finally got what you wanted."
"I—it's not—"
"Shh." Morzuk's fingers brushed your wrist, making your pulse jump. "If we're wrong, say so. We'll finish and leave. But if you want all three of us to fuck you on this bed right now, just say yes."
Urdath's hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. "We can be gentle. We can be rough. We can do whatever you want. Your choice."
"My ex—" Your voice broke. "He wasn't—I left him. He wasn't good to me. I haven't—I haven't been with anyone in a while."
"Then let us be good to you," Thokmar said, his voice dropping. "You deserve to be wanted. Worshipped. You deserve to have three strong males show you exactly how beautiful you are."
"Are you worried because we're orcs?" Morzuk asked. "We'll be careful. We'll be gentle if you need gentle, and not-so-gentle if you want that." His hand touched your waist, just a brush against your hip. "And we will never, ever make you feel small or wrong or broken."
"You have our word," Thokmar added, his green eyes earnest. "But only if you want this. Only if you say yes."
"You... you don't mind sharing?" you asked as you looked between the three of them.
Thokmar growled low in his throat. "Share? Babygirl... we have wanted you since the moment we caught your scent. Since you smiled at us at the door. If sharing’s what it takes to have you, we’ll share.”
"We will be good boys for you," Urdath’s large palm cupped your cheek. "Whatever you need, however you want us—together or one after another."
You licked your lips. Your body was on fire. Your heart was screaming yes, yes, yes, and every part of you was aching for them, desperate to know what it felt like to be held by three massive orcs who craved you.
"I...I want you to take my pussy one after the other," you whispered. "And I want you all to touch me while it happens. I want to feel your hands on me, and I want to touch you back."
Their eyes darkened, and the defined bulges straining their pants doubled in size. In seconds you were on the bed, heart hammering, legs opening on their own.
This was happening.
You sank back into the pillows that smelled like fresh linen, and then they were on you.
Morzuk’s mouth slammed onto yours, tusks scraping your cheeks while his tongue shoved deep, licking every inch of your mouth. Urdath’s hand was already under your shirt, cupping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple until it peaked.
Moments later, Thokmar gripped your jaw and turned your face toward him, kissing you harder, teeth catching your bottom lip before he sucked it between his own. He pulled away so Urdath could have a go, plunging his tongue past your teeth, spit slicking your chin.
"Need to test the bed properly," Urdath growled against your lips. "Very important."
"Very important," Thokmar repeated, hands tugging your shirt upward. "Can't have a dissatisfied customer."
Morzuk yanked your pants down in one rough tug. The wet patch on your panties made him growl. "Look at this soaked cunt," he rasped, his fingers poking the damp fabric. "Dripping down your thighs already and we haven't even stuffed you yet."
"Been thinking about orc cock all day, haven't you, babygirl?" Thokmar purred. "Been getting wet watching us work?"
"Been horny all day," you admitted, breathless. "Couldn't think straight watching you move around."
Urdath's hand dove into the gusset, two fingers shoving through the fabric and sliding between your folds. "Fuck, she's dripping through. Such a needy little pussy."
In seconds your clothes were stripped away, fabric shredded and flung aside with theirs. You lay there, completely exposed to all three of them. Their weight sank the bed as they closed in, massive green cocks jutting out, each one far thicker than any human cock could ever be.
Morzuk's hand slid between your legs, thick fingers parting your folds. "Swollen and shiny. Dripping just from seeing what we're packing."
Urdath pinched your nipple. "Bet she'll get more greedy once she feels how deep we reach."
Thokmar pinned your shoulders to the mattress while Urdath gripped behind your knees, folding you in half and spreading you wide-open for Morzuk. He licked a long stripe up your slit, from your entrance to your clit, then sealed his mouth over your sensitive clit.
"Ah—hh!" you cried out, hips jerking, but they held you pinned tight.
Morzuk's tongue worked in tight circles, then he dragged the flat of it over your entrance before pushing inside, fucking you with his tongue while his tusks pressed against your mound. You trembled, already shamefully close, pussy clenching around nothing as his tongue worked deeper.
"Listen to those pretty noises," Thokmar growled, mouth latching onto your nipple. He sucked hard, teeth scraping the peak, and you whimpered. "Keep going—get her dripping down her ass.”
Morzuk groaned against your cunt. "Tastes so fucking sweet. She’s creaming all over my tongue."
Urdath turned your head so he could kiss you, his tongue sliding against yours. He pushed his fingers into your hair, gripping the strands, and devoured your moans.
"Open," he said, and you did. He spat into your mouth, the warm slickness landing on your tongue, and you swallowed, the taste of him making your head spin.
"Guh... use me.. make me come," you begged. "Please. Pleaseee."
Thokmar pinched your nipple. “You’re going to come for us when we tell you to. Then we’ll fuck you open, one after another.”
Urdath chuckled. "No sense in wasting time. What about a taste of orc cock, baby? Want that? Open that sweet mouth and show me how hungry you are."
Fuck. He was so huge and beautiful and had the longest cock you'd ever seen. “Hrk—yes!"
Urdath had you lie back on the bed, and knelt by your face. You opened wide, stretched your jaw, and he fed it to you slowly, the heavy weight of his cock sliding over your tongue. The taste of him was salty and male, and you moaned as you worked your tongue around the head, lapping at the slit.
He groaned when you hollowed your cheeks. "Fuck," he groaned. "So good."
"Such a good girl," Thokmar praised, looking at your spread form.
Urdath cradled the back of your head, guiding you deeper. "Breathe through your nose, baby. That's it. Take me deeper."
Between your legs, Morzuk's tongue paused and then reattacked your clit, keeping you right on the edge. You'd been so close, so close, but then he'd stopped, and now there he went again, lapping at the nub, circling it, dragging it between his teeth.
You bubbled around a mouthful of cock. "Mmmpp—Morzuk—ghnpp... let me—"
"Not yet, sweetheart," he rasped against your cunt. His chin was wet with you, his dark eyes fevered. "A little longer. Draw it out, enjoy it."
You whined when Morzuk pushed two thick fingers inside you, scissoring them open, stretching your tight walls. Your eyes rolled back in your head. The stretch was delicious, making you ache for more. He worked them in and out, his palm pressing against your mound, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
"I can't get enough of her," Urdath groaned, his hips thrusting shallowly into your mouth. "So fucking eager. Suckling my cock like a lollipop and dripping on Morzuk's fingers."
"We're going to fill you up," Morzuk growled against your folds. "All of us. You want that, don't you, babygirl? Want our cum inside your tight little pussy, want us to rewrite everything your ex made you feel?"
You would have answered, would have begged and pleaded and promised anything, but you came apart with Urdath's cock in your mouth, Morzuk's fingers inside you, Thokmar sucking bruises into your tits. It ripped through you like lightning, your hips choking Morzuk's face, your moans muffled by the thick length in your mouth.
"Hff—cumm...ing!" you gasped, voice breaking into soft, desperate sounds.
"Good girl," Thokmar praised, browing air on your tender nipples. "So beautiful when you fall apart."
Urdath's cock slipped out of your mouth, and you mewled at the loss, your chest heaving. Morzuk was about to fuck you, his cock gliding through your wet folds. Urdath returned at your back, his arms sliding under your knees and folding you open. Your hands were trapped against your sides, and Thokmar kissed your foot, his tongue tracing the arch.
Morzuk grunted. “She’s ready. Dripping and open.”
"Nngh… p-please…" you whimpered.
They watched. All three of them watched as Morzuk tapped his cock on your swollen clit, then as the bulbous head spread your outer labia. Unlike Urdath that had a long shaft, his girth was fat. Bulky. Heavily veined and wide... wider than anything you'd ever taken and you couldn't help the jolt of nerves that shot through you.
"Look at me," he commanded, his black eyes meeting yours. "I won't hurt you. I promise you can take it. Do you want this?"
"Yes," you whispered. "But... please, be gentle at first? I want you, but… I’m want to get used to how big you are."
"We'll open you slow, sweetheart. Stretch that tight cunt nice and easy until you're begging for more." Morzuk said and squeezed the head inside. He kept going, speaking softly while the others stroked and kissed you.
When he bottomed out, you gasped. They groaned. Morzuk stayed there, letting you adjust, and you felt every inch of him pulsing deep, so deep you could feel him in your belly. You looked down and there it was; a bulge in your lower stomach, a visible sign of just how deep he was.
"Fuck, look at that," Thokmar marveled, his hand cupping the bulge. "Look at how deep he's in you. So fucking deep."
"Going to move," Morzuk snarled. "If you need me to stop—"
"Don't stop... feels so good." Your breath caught. "I… I want to feel you move inside me. Even if it’s too much. I want to be good for you."
"You already are, sweetheart."
He started moving, and you saw stars.
Urdath's mouth found your neck, suckling, kissing and leaving bruises in his wake. Thokmar was suckling your nipples and stroking himself, watching you get fucked with open hunger. Your belly swelled with each pump, and all three males groaned painfully as they watched your tummy swell and deflate. They also loved to watch the way your pussy stretched wide at every thrust, clinging to Morzuk's cock when he withdrew.
"Such a pretty cunt," someone said—you couldn't focus, not when your pussy was being pounded raw.
"Hmnggg..." you mewled, squirming.
"Yes, move, baby. Test the bed's motion," Urdath said with a grin.
"We have so much more to test," Thokmar mused, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop.
Morzuk thrust deep and your back arched. He was hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl.
"Is that the spot?" Morzuk mused, and when you nodded frantically, he laughed. "Good. I'm going to ram it over and over until you scream."
He did exactly that.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"More," you begged. "Need more—"
"Need more orc cock?" Thokmar shifted, kneeling beside your head, his erect shaft bobbing in front of your face. Damn... his size was also unreal, with a pronounced curve and balls hanging heavy underneath.
"Yes!" You opened wide, and he entered your mouth. The taste of him was sweet. This time you suctioned the head and he pushed deeper, deeper and deeper until he was at the back of your throat. You flushed, breath caught, so stuffed. He drew back, his cock spurting pre-cum that bubbled from your mouth as he went back in.
"There you go," Thokmar muttered, his hand cupping your bulging neck. "Easy, babygirl. Swallow it deep, but don't hold it for long, breathe."
"Oh fuuuck... baby, you look like a godness taking orc meat," Urdath groaned, his hands traveling down your breasts, past your bulging tummy to swipe at your clit while Morzuk pounded your pussy. "A cock in your cunt, another in your mouth. Such a good girl for us."
"She's a natural," Morzuk grunted, driving into you hard.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"So fucking beautiful," Thokmar groaned, his hips working into your mouth. "Taking us so well."
Glrk. Glrk. Glrk.
"Made for this," Urdath agreed, his fingers circling your clit faster. "Made for orc cock."
Morzuk's thrusts were erratic, his control slipping. "Going to come," he warned. "Going to fill you up. You want that, sweetheart? Want me to come inside you?"
"Nngh... y-yes!" you choked out. "Hhk—yes... p-please... want it... w-want your cum—"
Morzuk roared, his cum flooding your core, so much it spurted out, overfilled your pussy and made a mess of the sheets. Your walls seized and milked his cock, so greedy, so desperate, squeezing every drop from him. Thokmar pulled out so you could breathe, groaning as he stroked himself over your face.
"Hff—" you gasped, but he was already spurting ropes of cum across your cheeks, your lips, your chin.
"Hmmm, you look so good covered in his cum," Urdath drawled, hands pumping his cock. "Would look even better with more. Here you are—hgh!"
He came next, spurting a blanket of cum that joined the mess already there. You smiled, a little wrecked but never before so satisfied.
You thought they were done.
They weren't.
"Shit," Thokmar breathed, his cock hard despite having just released. "My turn."
They rearranged themselves and turned you on your belly, your body all sticky with their loads. Thokmar covered you from behind, his knee nudging your thighs apart. He spread your ass wide and dragged his tongue from your dripping pussy all the way up to your tight little hole.
"Hgnn! Again? So fast?"
"Again." He sounded smug. "Orcs don’t quit easy, babygirl. Especially with a cunt so fucking tight." He pushed his fat cockhead against your slit and slid in smoothly, burying every inch until his hips clapped against your ass. "Such a warm hole. We could go all day."
"Nngh—oh fuck!" Your moan cracked as the new angle lit up every nerve. "So deep!"
"I want you to come on my cock," Thokmar growled, hauling you up onto hands and knees. "Want to feel that pretty pussy milk me while you squirt all over my prick."
You were more than happy to oblige.
Meanwhile, Urdath shuffled in front of you, waving his heavy cock against your lips.
"Suck orc lollipop?" he asked, and you obeyed eagerly. You parted wide and he fed it straight down your throat, bottoming out while Thokmar drove back into your pussy. The double thrust made you gag and shudder, drool spilling around Urdath’s girth. Your hands found Morzuk’s cock for balance, stroking him in messy, wet pumps.
It was chaos... all that was happening. A cock in your pussy, another in your mouth, another in your hands. You were so busy and overstimulated, yet you loved every second of it.
"Fuck, that grip," Thokmar hissed, his heavy balls smacking your swollen clit with every thrust. "So tight—squeezing me so fucking hard."
"She’s got that glassy look again," Urdath rasped, hips rolling into your mouth. "Gonna come with two orc cocks stuffed in you, baby?"
You tried to nod, throat working around him. "Hhk—yes!"
"Do it," Thokmar growled, pounding you relentlessly, Urdath moving in counterpoint. "Come for us—NOW."
You screamed as you broke apart, and Thokmar followed with a snarl, his cum joining Morzuk's inside you. Urdath slammed down your throat and poured his release straight into your belly while Morzuk's cock spurted like a fountain from your hands, spraying on your neck and face.
So much cum. So much, and they remained hard.
"Bed held up so far," Urdath noted with a pleased hum. "Very sturdy."
"Good quality materials," Morzuk agreed, his lips brushing your shoulder. "Excellent construction."
"Needs one last testing... just in case," Thokmar said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "Urdath hasn't had his turn in this divine pussy yet."
Urdath pulled his slick cock from your mouth with a wet pop, groaning low. "Not that I haven't been having my fun," he said, voice rough.
"I want you, Urdath," you purred, voice hoarse from taking cock. "Want you to have my pussy. It's all wet and messy though...”
Urdath's grin was pure sin. "Just how I like it. Come here, baby."
He dropped onto the mattress, thick green thighs spread wide, his heavy cock bobbing in the air. Big hands wrapped around your waist and hauled you onto his lap. Your knees sank into the sheets on either side of him. He lined that fat head up with your dripping cunt, then lowered you in one slow push.
The stretch burned so good. Every inch forced your walls wider, pressing past the spot where the first two had already fucked you open. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust, but he kept going until he'd impaled you to the hilt, your belly pushing outward from the sheer size of him.
"There's that pretty tummy," Thokmar muttered from the side, reaching out to caress the swollen curve. "You’ve already taken two loads and yet you’re greedy for more."
"Nnh... I-I've never… done this with three males," you whispered, shaking. "Nevermind orcs..."
"Giving us this first of yours is precious," Morzuk rumbled, giving your nipple a playful pinch. "Shy, but opening for us, taking us like a champ."
"Nnh... it feels good. Really good. I want to keep trying." You nodded, panting, your hips rolling, chasing the feeling of being split open.
Urdath’s hands released your waist. "Ride me, baby. Show us how bad you want it."
"Haa... o-okay..."
Up and down you went, hands braced on his broad chest, lifting yourself off that huge cock wrecking your insides before dropping back down. Your head tilted back, breasts bouncing, another climax ripping through you in no time. You sat fully on his cock and rode the waves while they praised you.
Then Urdath took control, big hands gripping your asscheeks, lifting and dropping you fast, each thrust punching the air from your lungs. Every time he bottomed out your clit dragged against the coarse hair at the base of his cock and sparks shot up your spine.
Blindly, your hands reached out and found the other two cocks, messily pumping Morzuk and Thokmar in your palms. Your hands barely wrapped around their huge shafts. You pumped them in uneven strokes, hot juices smearing over your palms and dripping down your wrists.
"Suck them, baby," Urdath snarled, his mismatched eyes burning into yours. "Get those cocks in your mouth and swallow every drop they give you."
"Ghk... I-I... I'll try..."
Morzuk and Thokmar stepped in, their heavy cocks pulsing in front of your face. You pressed their heads together and dragged your tongue over both, tasting the salty beads that leaked from each slit. They were too fat to fit side-by-side, so you licked and sucked what you could, rubbing your cheeks and chin over them. Urdath kept driving up into you, each thrust forcing the previous loads to squelch out around his shaft.
"That’s our messy girl," Thokmar rumbled, fingers stroking through your hair. "Getting all marked up for us."
"Agh... so good... yes squish my balls, sweetheart..." Morzuk rasped as you played with his heavy sack.
"So beautiful," Urdath mumbled, his hips driving up into you. "Come, babygirl. I know you're there."
You shattered, your vision whiting out. Your walls clamped down around Urdath’s shaft, milking him until he groaned and shoved up one final time. Hot pulses of cum shot in you, mixing with what was already inside and spilling out in thick rivulets.
The other two crowded closer, their cockheads nudging your lips as they spurted right in your mouth, feeding you their cum. You tried to swallow but it was too much; thick streams overflowed, running down your chin, neck, and chest while your body kept twitching through the aftershocks.
In the end, you all lay together on the messy sheets, you in the center of the bed, them curled around you. You were so full of them even if they weren't fucking you. Their seed still leaked from your well-used pussy, smeared across your skin, and trickled from the corners of your mouth.
"Okay?" Thokmar asked from where he was spooning your chest. "You still with us?"
A breathless laugh escaped you. "More than okay. That was... fuck, that was incredible."
Morzuk was behind you, his big arm around you, your back against his chest. "You sure? We didn't push too far?"
"Far enough to give me the best time of my life," you replied. "This was exactly what I needed."
Urdath was crouched between your legs, massaging your soles. "We're not done," he said, smiling darkly. "We need to make sure you're comfortable."
"You're serious?" Another laugh bubbled up, lighter this time.
"Always," Thokmar said. His palm slid up your thigh, fingers brushing dangerously close to your oversensitive pussy. "Quality control matters."
You smiled, genuine and free. "I am such a satisfied customer, so blissed out I don't want to move for hours."
Morzuk nuzzled your nape. "What if you weren't just a customer?"
"What if you were more? If you choose to have us, we'll belong to you," Urdath said solemnly, his thumb tracing circles on your ankle. "And we'll never hurt you or let you go."
"You all seriously want me?" you asked softly.
"Yes." Thokmar pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Maddeningly. Unconditionally."
You reached for Thokmar, pulling him down into a slow, deep kiss. Then Morzuk, whose tongue stroked yours hungrily. Urdath last, his mouth claiming you fervently. When you broke away, their hands were roaming again—cupping your breasts, spreading your thighs, fingers sliding through the mess between your legs.
"I’m in," you said, your heart full. "I want you, I want my orcs."
Thokmar's eyes sparkled. "One more round? To celebrate?"
"Two," Urdath corrected, his cock thickening against your thigh.
Morzuk laughed. "Three more. I want her to forget her own name."
"Already have," you admitted cheekily. "I'm not even sure I remember being human at this point."
The bed stayed perfectly still as they shifted your body into position again.
It felt sturdy, reliable, built to last.
The kind of beginning you'd been searching for.
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And that's how you properly test a bed, folks! Remember to hire movers who are thorough. These three certainly were. They are available if you're interested hehe
Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this filthfest, leave a comment and let me know which orc was your favorite (mine's Urdath). Stay tuned for more! Until next time, loves!
