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Nym follows Varbuk deeper into the forest, all too aware of what he’s gotten himself into. They’re a few miles outside the village when they arrive at the ogre’s camp, made up of large bedrolls and hastily built lean-tos encircling a crackling fire.
An ogre sits on a felled tree by the fire, sharpening a big, clearly handmade sword. He was even taller than Varbuk, and about the width of at least three orcs standing side by side. His beady eyes stay trained on the blade even as Nym and Varbuk approach.
“Those orcs gone yet?” The ogre grunts, his voice deep and loud. “We’re bored of waiting.”
“It’s your lucky day, Brul: I got a cure for your boredom.”
Brul’s eyes finally fall on Nym, and though his expression remains unimpressed, there’s a noticeable hunger in his gaze.
Nym steps forward, unbuttoning his dress. Drops it to the ground in the space halfway between Brul and Varbuk, putting his well bred body on display. His belly had rounded out further as his pregnancy progressed, protruding far and hanging so low it touched his thighs with a popped, downturned navel. His tits, full and nearly bursting, sat on top of his gravid midsection, nipples big and erect in the afternoon air.
Brul puts the sword down and gestures for Nym to approach. He does. The ogre paws at his body with meaty hands, sizing up his breasts and ass, pokes at the soft flesh of his swollen belly.
“He got a good cunt?”
“Tried it myself,” Varbuk affirms.
“Hmph. Alright,” Brul gives elf’s tits another smack for good measure, watching them bounce. “Get ‘em ready for me.”
Nym doesn’t have to be told to get into position. It’s no time at all before he’s bent over, hands braced on his knees while Varbuk’s cock spears into him. Brul watches them from across the campfire, expressionless as he strokes his own cock.
It’s massive. Proportional, sure, but still at least a foot long with an impressive circumference. Brul’s fists it lazily as he watches, and Nym holds his gaze. Varbuk’s cock makes him hungry but the size of Brul’s makes him hungrier, and he can’t help but picture himself split open by it.
Varbuk’s hands grip Nym’s soft hips as he moves them to meet each thrust, a string of moans spilling from his open mouth, accompanied by the sound of skin against skin. He can feel the heft of his gravid midsection, hanging low and bouncing against the tops of his thighs while its passengers shift inside the overcrowded womb.
Varbuk finishes deep inside Nym, coating his slick inner walls in a layer of hot cum. Before it can finish seeping out of him he’s shuffled over with his back to Brul, where he’s immediately plugged up by the tip of the ogre’s cock. The tip alone stretches his pussy lips as far as they’ll open and he cries out, instinctively trying to squirm away before he’s pulled back by the vice grip on his hips. Another girthy inch sinks into him, and he feels as if he’s being split in two all while a wave of pleasure washes over him.
Brul hums in approval. “Impressive, elf. Most people can’t get past my cockhead.”
Nym is breathing hard, head thrown back as he grinds his hips toward the intrusion. With each movement he makes it further down the gargantuan cock, half inch by half inch. Marvels at the feeling of it pressing against his insides, and an exploratory hand finds the tip bulging against the skin of his abdomen, right underneath his hanging stomach.
Bracing his feet on either side of the ogre’s lap, legs spread wide, he starts to ride the fraction of the cock he’s managed to get inside. Coats it in both slick and Varbuk’s come, reducing the overall friction as he accommodates to the size. It’s still quite the intrusion, making him whimper with each descent, a thick layer of sweat covering his body from exertion.
“Y’know, Nym’s got an offer for you,” Varbuk says. He stands by the elf and the ogre, brushing some of Nym’s blonde hair out of his face. “Volunteered himself— his cunt, to be specific, for all the ogre cock you can give him. Got no problem getting bred, you can see that. In exchange, you leave the orc village be.”
“That true?” Brul asks, an edge of arousal to his voice.
Varbuk knots his hand in Nym’s hair, turning his head to the side to look at the ogre over his shoulder.
Through breathy gasps he replies, “Yes.”
Varbuk releases his grasp, and Nym returns his head to its reclined position. He’s halfway down the ogre’s cock now, a prominent bulge beneath the swell of his belly. He has to hold onto his gravid midsection to minimize the movement from bouncing on the impressive cock, so heavy it’s compromising his balance.
Brul hums, squeezing the supple flesh of the elf’s ass with meaty fingers. “Have to ask Jal; he’ll want to try out his arse first. Make sure it’s a fair trade.”
Somewhere in his clouded mind Nym wants to ask who Jal is, but it’s quickly swept away by another wave of pleasure from the cock stretching him wider.
“I’ll go find him,” Varbuk says, and he’s gone.
Soon after Varbuk disappears into the forest, Brul takes control. Slots his hands on Nym’s underarms to piston him up and down his cock, lifting the elf like he weighs nothing at all. Nym’s legs go limp as he’s fucked harder and deeper, and it’s all he can do to not collapse fully.
Soon the entirety of Brul’s impressive cock is sheathed inside him, every overwhelming inch stretching Nym’s pussy and up into his cervix, taking up any and all space inside him. The strain of his heavy tits and even heavier belly rising and falling with each thrust is nearly too much to bear, leaving him to whimper helplessly between moans.
“That’s a good fuckin’ cunt,” Brul growls, his grip tightening as his movements become faster and more erratic. Any rhythm is forgotten as he chases release, thrusting into the tight cavity of the elf’s overworked pussy. Nym is being fucked too fast to think straight, eyes threatening to cross from overstimulation, fingers and toes clenching empty air before, at last, Brul climaxes.
The ogre’s cock twitches hard as it ejects seemingly endless ropes of thick cum deep inside him. Each time he’s sure it must be over, the fat cock pulses once more, filling him all over again. Despite the tight grip of his cunt he can feel a small trickle of semen leak past his stretched lips, providing little relief for the immense pressure that’s building inside him.
Then, finally, mercifully, Brul’s cock pops out of his swollen cunt, and it’s followed by a thick stream of cum. It’s still seeping out and onto his inner thighs when the ogre picks him up and deposits him onto a bedroll by the fire.
Nym lays there, lukewarm cum pouring out of his gaping hole as he tries to catch his breath. Breasts and stomach sore from too much movement, he absently starts to massage the soft flesh of his tits with his hands. With the drip of milk from his nipples comes some relief, reducing the heft of them on his frame. More relief comes when Brul joins him, rubbing the elf’s gravid belly with one hand while the other slots between his legs.
Using the mess of spent cum as lubricant, Brul starts to press a blunt finger into Nym’s ass. He keens, bearing down on the intrusion as he’s worked open. The ogre is far from done with him.
Nym isn’t sure how much time passes, lost in the haze of arousal and exhaustion, before Varbuk returns. He’s followed closely by another orc— Jal —who stands at a similar stature to Brul, expression just as stern. Jal is much quieter than Brul, however, saying nothing when he pushes his companion aside to join Nym on the bedroll.
Sensing what the second ogre wants from him, Nym starts the clumsy process of rolling onto his side and then to his hands and knees. Raises his wide hips, bred belly pressing into the bedroll as he offers his ass to the silent Jal.
The tip of the ogre’s cock sinks into his prepared hole with little resistance. Though still far bigger than what he’s used to taking, Jal’s length is thankfully less girthy than Brul’s. It slips into him quicker, a pleasurable burn as his ass stretches further open. Nym moans quietly, from a place low in his chest, as he adjusts to the feeling. Bracing himself on his forearms, he starts to wiggle his ass, enticing the ogre to move.
It works. Jal starts to clumsily thrust into the tight heat of his hole, massive hands pawing at the elf’s pregnant belly. He holds the weight of it better than Nym ever could, and it’s a much needed relief mixed with the pleasure of being drilled into. Milk is still streaming out of his nipples, staining the bedroll and making his skin sticky to the touch.
“Move,” comes a gruff voice from behind them, and he recognizes it as Brul’s. “I want some.”
Nym feels the heft of Jal’s cock be pulled out of him, followed by the overwhelming stretch of Brul’s cock being shoved into the opening it left. The ogres quickly start to bicker over his hole, swapping between their cocks every few thrusts, an intoxicating contrast.
“You idiots,” Varbuk scoffs, but his voice sounds far away. Nym can only moan as the ogres fight for time in his hole.
In the closest the two can come to a compromise, they take turns finishing deep inside the elf. He collapses onto his side once they’re through with him, feeling the mixture of loads pour out of his hole.
He’s overcome with the urge to sleep, eyelids impossibly heavy when he spots Varbuk crouching down beside him. He speaks directly into his ear.
“You might’ve just saved the village.”