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Maribel felt as though she had hit rock bottom as the rain pelted down on her. She knelt down in the mud, trying in vain to get her wagon wheel fixed after it had come loose. At the front of her wagon, her two mares whinnied and stamped their hooves, clearly just as frustrated as she was to be stuck in the middle of this deluge of rain. 

After about the tenth time trying, she was about ready to give up on the wheel. The wagon was simply too entrenched in the mud, and she did not have the strength or leverage to get the wheel on herself. Her only recourse at this point would be to cut the wagon loose and return home with her horses. She would make it home, but she would lose her wares and her enterprise would suffer as a result. 

What would William think if he could see her now? 

“Do you need a hand?” 

Maribel spun around, grabbing her lantern. “Who’s there?!” Her hand instinctively went to her belt for her dagger that she kept for her own protection.

A burly hooded figure that towered over her stepped forward, putting his hands up non-threateningly. “I mean you no harm, human.”

Human?

Her question was answered a moment later as the hooded figure stepped closer to her, his face now illuminated by her lantern. A very green face. 

An orc. 

Maribel felt a brief tinge of fear, taking a step back. Did this orc intend to rob her or worse? Even though the last war with the orcs had ended decades ago and many orcs had now integrated into human society, she had still rarely dealt with them. She had been told by many of her peers in the village that orcs were an untrustworthy people prone to violence. 

Still, she tried to keep an open mind. That had been William’s disposition after all, and she tried to abide by it herself. It would not be fair to prejudge a member of any race nor to put any stock in mere hearsay. And if this particular orc had intended to cause her harm, he would have done it while her back was turned rather than announcing his presence, surely. 

“Do you need help with your wagon?” he repeated again. 

Looking at the orc now that she could get a better glimpse of him, he looked older than her by at least a decade if not more, if she had to guess. He had a grizzled, weathered face and small tusks that poked out from his lips.

Seeing little choice but to accept his help, she nodded. “I…yes…I could use the help. Thank you, sir.”

To her surprise he smiled and nodded, setting down the pack that he had been shouldering, not even seeming to care that his belongings were partially settled into the mud. She moved aside for him and lumbered to the back of the wagon. 

“I will lift, and you will push, yes?” he asked.

She looked at him with confusion. “Lift? Surely you cannot lift the whole w-

Before she could finish, he was lifting the wagon half a foot off the muddy ground, his green muscles straining. “Push!” He urgently groaned, his voice straining from the labor of lifting her wagon.

Snapping to attention, she quickly returned to the wheel, using her whole meager body weight to push the wheel back into place. After three pushes, the wooden wheel was securely back in place once again, and the orc set the wagon back down again.

Wiping his hands, the orc returned to the side of the wagon and experimentally banged on the wheel to make sure it was secure. Satisfied, he nodded, turning to her. 

She smiled and bowed graciously. “That was very kind of you, sir. You have no idea how long I’ve been trying to fix that. I must look quite the pitiable sight to someone as strong as you, no?” She said with a sad laugh. 

He shook his head. “You don’t look pitiable. We all need help sometimes. Even orcs.”

She was surprised by such simple but earnest wisdom from an orc. This was the second surprise he had given her. She smiled from his bolstering of her. 

“But…there is danger in these woods, human. And even most orcs out here are a threat. Why are you out here alone?”

Her shoulders sagged and felt herself drawn into the familiar well of despair once more. “I…used to travel with my husband. But he. He…”

She could not stop a single tear from sliding down her cheek. The wound of losing her William was still relatively fresh, and she was still quite prone to shedding tears for him. She knew it was ridiculous, letting her succumb to waterworks in front of a stranger, and an orc no less.  

The orc removed his hood, and for the first time she could get a good look at his face. He had dark hair and a beard that was surprisingly well-groomed. Despite his gruff features, there was a sincerity and a sadness in his sea blue eyes. 

He slowly reached out a calloused green hand, his finger catching her tear and dabbing it away. Her heart pounded in her chest and her eyes met his, as something sparked between them. 

“I know your pain all too well, and share it.”

She was taken aback by his display of vulnerability, and she began to question what he meant. Had he lost someone close to him as well?

Thankfully, just as her nerves were getting the better of her, the orc male made a motion with his head, directing her attention to her restless horses. Sure enough, they were getting agitated from the clapping of thunder from the storm looming over them. “We should take shelter.”

Maribel quickly nodded vigorously, climbing back up into her wagon. “Yes…you’re right. Do you…?”

He had already donned his hood and climbed up onto the wagon alongside her, taking hold of the reins. “I know of a place nearby. I will guide your horses.”

A part of her wondered why she had so readily allowed him to join her and take control of her wagon. Was she so lonely now after losing William that she would accept the companionship of any man, even an orc? Still, he had proven himself friendly by helping her. Perhaps she was naively putting too much trust in him and he still planned to lead her into some sort of trap, but for now she just wanted out of this storm too badly to care. 

With a flick of the reins, her wagon was on the move again down the waterlogged road, no longer broken down in the mud thanks to the assistance of the most unlikely passerby. After some time, he pulled off the main dirt road and into the woods. Going off the path unnerved her a bit, but somehow she felt safe with a burly orc male with her. Most brigands hiding in the woods would surely think twice before accosting her with him accompanying her.  

Her eyes lit up when she saw a cave up ahead, with signs of an abandoned camp just past the entrance of it. As they drew closer, she could see various markings at the cave entrance that signified the hideout as being orcish. She turned to him, her green eyes looking up at him questioningly. 

“An old orcish smugglers’ den,” he answered for her, setting aside the reins. He had pulled the wagon partially inside the cave so that Maribel’s horses had shelter and would not continue to get pelted with rain. “I’ve made use of it in the past.” 

As he led her inside the cave, a part of her still expected to be accosted by a waiting band of orcs. But none came. All she found was an abandoned fire pit and a pair of empty cots nearby. 

Setting down his pack near one of the cots, the orc procured a flint and tinder from his pack and worked on getting a fire going. Maribel watched him with curiosity, wrapping her cloak tightly around herself to retain as much warmth as possible. 

“What is your name, sir?” Maribel asked softly. 

He paused just as he sparked a fire, looking up into her face. “Marvug.”

“Why are you helping me, Marvug?” she asked, huddling close to the fire he had started. 

“Why is an orc helping you, you mean?” 

Her eyes widened. “N- no, that’s not what I meant at all. And I did not intend to come across as terse. I am very grateful for your assistance. I just…would not expect anyone to help a stranger out on the road, orc or otherwise.”

He nodded, pondering for several moments. “You are not wrong about that, human. It is in the nature of most people to keep to themselves. Too much distrust.” 

She was again surprised by his wisdom and how well-spoken he was. In a very short amount of time, all of her preconceived notions about orcs were put to rest by this one orc. It made her feel immensely ignorant for ever having thought otherwise, regardless of whether this orc was the exception or the norm for his people. 

“Can I ask your name, Miss?” 

Her eyes widened. “Oh…of course. You gave me yours. My name is Maribel,” she said with a tilt of her head and a smile. 

“Maribel,” he repeated. “I like it.” 

She preened a bit, feeling her cheeks feel warm.

“Do you have any other family who could’ve helped you with the burden of your wagon, Maribel?” Marvug asked. 

“I have a son, Everett,” she said, smiling wistfully. Everett was the last piece of William that she had left, after all. “He’s such a sweet boy. He’s at the academy, studying to become an engineer and a craftsman. After my husband…passed,” Maribel paused, pushing down her ever-present grief before continuing, “Everett was ready to drop everything, to return home to work as a merchant as his father did. I convinced him not to. I cannot have Everett putting aside a promising apprenticeship for my sake.” 

Marvug sat and listened, nodding. “It is honorable for him to offer. And for you to refuse help. But…this world is not an easy one. And nobody can survive in it alone. My mate taught me that.” 

“You have a mate? What is her name?” 

He nodded, looking distant. “I had two,” he corrected grimly. “Until illness took my first mate. Her name was Wezra. We met during the war, fought side by side during many battles and weathered many storms together. I had never met a stronger orcess in my life.” 

Maribel listened intently, two fingers pressed against her lips. “I’m so sorry, Marvug. It sounds as though she meant a lot to you.” 

He looked at her with a sad smile. “As your husband meant to you. Your man - what was his name?” 

“William,” Maribel answered softly. “Tall man, broad shoulders, brown hair. Not a warrior like you and your mate, but he worked hard and built up his trade from nothing. He and I ran this trade together; I kept the books, and he made the deliveries. We had a few men working for us, but he always insisted on doing much of the heavy lifting himself.” 

“A man after my own heart,” Marvug said with a smile. “I would have liked to have shared an ale with him.” 

Maribel let out a small laugh. “Perhaps not ale. William hated ale. He did enjoy the occasional vodka though.” 

Marvug let out a boisterous laugh. “Even better! My Wezra loved a good vodka like you wouldn’t believe. She always said, ‘We may have lost the war, but at least we can have human vodka without needing to steal it now.’” 

Maribel smiled at that. She was silent for several moments, thinking to herself. “If you and your mate fought in the war, then you must be well over a century old.”

Marvug nodded. “One hundred and thirteen. Though we orcs live longer than you humans.” He waved his hand. “And fear not, Maribel. The war was long ago. My mate and I long made our own peace with humans, even if others among my people refuse to do the same. That said…your king could stand to do a few things differently,” he added with an exaggerated grumble.

She grinned at that. “I can’t say that I disagree.” Looking at Marvug again she said, “You mentioned you had another mate.”

He nodded freely. Now that the ice was long broken between them, he seemed more open to discussing his past, as she did with him likewise. “Evial. A goblin shaman and healer.” He smiled as he thought wistfully of her. She was an old friend of mine who actually brought my first daughter, Urzna into this world. An eccentric little woman, quite talkative.”

Maribel’s eyes widened. “A goblin! Goodness, I cannot imagine the physical difference between you two.”

He laughed. “You do not know the half of it. But don’t let it fool you; she had a wicked temper if you drew her ire, and was likely to cast a curse on you if you really made an enemy of her.” He frowned. “Sadly, she liked to experiment. And one of her spells went wrong one day, cutting her life short. Thankfully, my second daughter Turiel - the one I had with her - wasn’t there to see it happen.” 

She looked at him sympathetically, realizing just how much commonality was shared between them. “I suppose…this is how we cherish and remember them.”

He nodded, meeting her gaze. “Indeed,” he said softly. “Remembering the times we shared with them is how we keep them alive.” 

After several long moments of silence, Maribel began to shiver. Even with the warmth of the fire, the chill from outside the cave and her damp clothing were doing her no favors. She was half tempted to shed some of her damp clothing. But that would hardly be proper in front of Marvug…would it?

Marvug seemed to notice this too, and he patted the place beside him. “Maribel…you can share my warmth if you need to.” 

“I…did not want to impose. But…if you’re offering,” she said, teeth chattering. 

He smiled, making a bit of room for her. She awkwardly smoothed her damp clothes out and sat down alongside him. The comforting stories they’d told about their loved ones made her feel oddly safe and relaxed in his presence. Heat radiated off of his muscular green body and she found herself snuggling against his warmth. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a small smile on the orc’s lips. His small tusk poked out of the corner of his mouth when he grinned in a way that she found quite endearing where she once might’ve found it disconcerting.

She shivered for just a moment when she felt his arm around her shoulders as he gently pulled her in closer to him. It was a reaction of surprise rather than discomfort. But she relaxed a moment later and allowed him to pull her close. Already she was starting to feel better from the warmth. 

“Is this alright, Maribel?” he asked. While sitting this close to him, the baritone deepness in his voice sounded almost elemental. It sent shivers down her spine, and not in an unpleasant way.

She nodded. “Mhm. T- thank you.” 

Sitting pressed up against this orc was starting to make her heart beat faster and faster. She was still trying to reconcile her feelings. It had been nearly a year since she lost her husband; not enough time for her to lose that feeling of guilt when it came to thinking about the prospect of other men. But this feeling was countered by her loneliness and the fact that she was still a woman with needs. 

This orc male had proven himself a gentleman, and she could not deny her attraction to him. She was, frankly, tired of being alone, and tired of sleeping in an empty bed. Some women out there might call her desperate or worse for so readily having such thoughts about another man even a year after becoming a widow, and for an orc male no less. But she was beyond the point of caring.

She turned her head to look up at him. He met her gaze, a look of intense longing shared between them. Before she could stop herself, Maribel leaned her head up toward him, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to his. 

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but when she pulled back from it she felt breathless. She looked into his gruff green face, desperate for his reaction. He licked his lips, his steely gaze upon her. She began to fear that she had crossed a line and upset him. 

“I’m sorry…I didn’t know what I was thinking! I-

Her apology was cut off by him leaning his head down to her, hungrily capturing her lips with his again. Careful not to nick her lips with his small tusks, his lips and tongue hungrily explored her mouth, and she closed her eyes and quickly melted into it once she got past her surprise. Her hands reached up and began stroking over his muscular arms, exploring his burly body as they kissed. He tasted almost earthly, and she found herself intoxicated in mere moments. 

When the blond-haired human widow and burly raven-haired orc widower pulled back from their kiss, their eyes were alight with lust and passion for each other. There seemed to be a shared understanding between them, that they no longer feel any guilt over a perceived betrayal toward their late partners. They were still alive, and their loved ones would understand. 

“Are you still cold?” Marvug intoned, his deep voice practically rolling off the cave walls. She could hear the need in his voice. The need for her. 

She nodded vigorously, rubbing his thick, muscular leg. 

“Then let us warm each other up.”

She gasped with excitement as he wasted no time in rolling her over onto the nearby bedroll beside the campfire. Maribel bit her lip as the orc veteran’s hands slid the straps of her gown from her slender shoulders. She allowed him to pull off her rain-soaked gown, tossing it aside and leaving her bare from the waist up. 

His eyes fell upon her ample breasts and he licked his lips, his hungry gaze upon her hardening pink nipples. Her late husband had always delighted in her bust, and she had come to find out that she likewise had been sensitive there. She was eager for her orc lover to make this same discovery. 

Luckily she did not have to wait long. He leaned his head down and captured one of her pink nipples into his mouth, sucking it. She let out a pleasured sigh as the orc greedily worked her nipple while one of his thumbs rolled the other nipple, flicking the nub until it grew stiff. 

Her hand stroked the bulge in his ragged trousers. She cupped the considerable bulge, gasping at the size she felt there. He was a large male, of course, so she wasn’t all that surprised that he would be big down there too. Still, nothing could’ve fully prepared her for what she found when she helped him loosen his trousers and his thick green pillar sprung out before her. 

“Oh my,” she said with bated breath. He brought his head up from her chest, smirking. He was clearly proud of his endowment and her appraisal of his monstrous size and girth. 

“We don’t have to…” he said, seemingly already knowing what the answer would be.

“No!” she blurted out hastily. “I can handle it. It’s just…you’re quite big,” she whispered with bated breath, licking her lips as his green mass throbbed in front of her. William had been more than enough to keep her well-satisfied, but this orc was quite an intimidating size.

He smiled at her patiently. “You may take as much time as you need. I have no wish to scare or hurt you, dear human.”

She smiled at him adoringly. “I believe you, Marvug,” she said softly. “I want to do this…I just need to grow accustomed to you. It’s been too long for me.” 

He nodded, spreading himself out to give her more room to explore him. With shaky hands, the slender human woman reached out and gently took hold of his wrist-thick green cock. He let out a throaty groan as her small hands grasped his member; she was unable to even fully grasp his cock considering how thick he was. 

Gently, she began stroking the thick green pillar as she chewed her lip, her arousal growing by the second as she began working his shaft. Her face became flushed red and the orc likewise was blushing a darker shade of green as she masturbated the orc veteran’s turgid member while the thunder clapped and the rain pelted down outside the cave. 

They were clearly desperate for each other’s touch after their respective time spent alone. Soon enough, the orc wished to return the favor for her attending to his thick green shaft by touching her in turn. He reached his fingers down past her waistline, dipping his thick pointer finger along her crotch, rubbing her moist slit. She let out a soft sigh, her hand gripping his member reflexively in response to his finger stroking over her needy pussy, which in turn prompted a deep moan from him as her small hands gripped his girth tighter. 

Maribel suddenly leaned forward, bringing her mouth closer to the plump, throbbing green tip of his cock. She noted that his cockhead was a darker shade of green than the rest of his manhood. His musk was intoxicating to her now that his member was this close to her face, but it only made her want him more. 

As the orc male watched her lustfully, she leaned her head forward, letting a strand of spit fall from her mouth, dripping down onto the fat green cockhead. She did this a couple more times whilst using her dainty hands to stroke him, lathering and lubricating his girthy member up with her spit. She sighed as his finger meanwhile kept probing at her pussy, a gasp escaping her lips when the tip of his pointer finger penetrated her and delved inside her. Even just his finger was spreading her open. 

“Ugh Maribel…” he groaned as her hands worked him. 

The burly muscular orc male muttering her name with pleasure dripping from his voice was enough to inflame her passions. As her hands continued to stroke his spit-slick shaft, she leaned her head down, snaking out her tongue. She felt a shudder run through him the moment her tongue made contact with his sensitive dark green cockhead. His fingering of her tight pussy sped up a touch as her tongue swirled around his cockhead.

After several moments of her licking his tip - she could not possibly hope to fellate him proper, at least not yet - Marvug stopped her. Fearing she had done something wrong, she relaxed when he leaned down and captured her lips in his, not even seeming to care about the taste of himself on her tongue. 

“I cannot wait any longer, my dear Maribel. I need to mate you,” he growled in a way that sent shivers down her spine. His words practically made the widow drenched. 

The blushed at that; the phrasing of being “mated” practically left her dripping. She eagerly nodded, lying back on the bedroll behind her. With her eager agreement, he was upon her. His hands impatiently gripped her bottoms and drew them off her, nearly tearing them in the process. She gasped as he pulled them from her and tossed them aside. She could hardly blame him; she was just as aroused as he was at this point. 

The moment she was completely nude, he too kicked off his pants. He crawled over her as she eagerly spread her legs open for him. The size difference between them was plain for both of them to see now as he positioned his body atop hers. His fully-erect lubricated green girth plopped atop her blond-haired pubic mound, his abundant precum flowing freely from his cocktip and matting down her blond curls.

Working together with him, her dainty hand gripped his member and rubbed it up and down her wet pink pussy lips several times, lubricating both of them for penetration. Then finally, the human woman settled his fat green head against her sex hole. They met each other’s gaze and Maribel saw that he was staring at her intently, waiting for her permission. This gentlemanly act from her new orc lover only made her passion for him blossom. 

She gave him an eager final nod, gripping the bedroll beneath her tightly with anticipation. Reaching under her pert bum and gripping it for leverage, he angled her up slightly and then gave a single push with a deep masculine grunt. When his fat green cockhead pushed inside her pussy, it felt like the breath was knocked out of her in the best possible way. She gasped, her eyes widening as she watched the first couple inches of the orc’s girth disappear inside her sex. 

Gripping his upper arms and holding on, her eyes met his in a moment of passionate singularity as he filled her with inch after inch of his green girth. “Oh Marvug…it is so thick,” Maribel moaned. 

He grinned, clearly feeling a tad cocky by the smaller human woman’s praise of his manhood. The orc tender brushed aside her damp hair from in front of her face in a gesture that she once ignorantly would’ve thought impossible from an orc. Before meeting him, of course. He shifted his hips and gave another push, filling her with another couple thick inches of his cock manhood. 

Maribel let out a gasp and a whimper of pleasure. Part of her still couldn’t believe that this orc who’d aided her in her time of need was now making love to her. But it was impossible to deny when felt herself being spread open so completely by him. The sensation was indescribable; it was a stretch, but not a painful one, and the enticing feeling of pleasure was already radiating in her sex. It had been so long since she’d last made love, since before her husband had passed. It was a delicious sensation she needed to reacclimate to, especially given Marvug’s girth. 

By the time he had sheathed over half of his thick green cock inside her, she was left whimpering, her fingers digging into his muscular forearms. He held himself completely still above her, a look of concern on his face. She could see that he was holding himself back from really mating her hard. But proving himself a gentleman yet again, he resisted that base impulse. 

“Are you well, Maribel?” he asked. She shivered with excitement. Somehow his baritone voice inflamed her lust even more while he was inside her. 

She bobbed her head. “Yes…yes, I just needed a moment. But now I…yes, I think I am ready.”

“Ready for what?” he asked coyly, a cheeky knowing smile written on the orc veteran’s face. 

“You know what,” she whispered, feeling her pussy dripping around the fat cock plugged up inside her. Now that she was acclimating to him, she desperately needed that needy itch inside her scratched. 

“Do I? I may need you to tell me,” he said teasingly, reaching down and stroking one of her nipples with his thumb. 

She whined from his incessant teasing. “I want you to…f- fuck me,” the widow said, blushing and chewing her lip. The last two words were uttered as little more than a whisper. 

“What was that?” The orc still wore the same coy grin on his grizzled face. He purposefully stirred this thick cock around inside her tight pussy, shifting around just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to scratch her itch. 

“I said I want you to fuck me, you handsome orc!” she gasped needily, trying to angle her pelvis up to get him deeper inside her, but to little avail. 

He smiled widely at that, his small tusks poking from the corners of his lips. “I thought so, my pretty little human.” He brushed his thumb over her lips. Wrapping his hands around her slender waist, he said hungrily, “Hold on tight, lovely one.” 

He pushed his way back inside her, her tight walls milking him. But this time, when he drew himself out again, he slid back inside her immediately. He began a deep, steady pumping in and out of her. Now that she was stretched out enough to take his girth, she was freely moaning as her sex was thoroughly rubbed and stroked each time he plunged in and out of her. 

The rain continued to downpour outside the cave as they made love. The two mismatched lovers eagerly quelled their loneliness with each other amid a chorus of soft feminine moans and orcish grunts. Given how long they had respectively gone without another’s touch, naturally they were not going to last very long. She watched as his thick green cock spread her open again and again, her tight pink pussy bulging slightly as her lips clung to his spear each time it pushed inside her. 

“Oh Maker…Marvug, I think I’m about to…” Maribel moaned. 

Marvug tucked his head into the nook of her neck and shoulder, deepening his pumps. Maribel clenched her hands to his thrusting green buttocks gasping as her orgasm washed over her. His orgasm followed shortly after hers. He let out a deep grunt that sent shivers up her spine as he held himself deep inside her right up against her womb. She felt him swell before a familiar thick gush of liquid heat inundated the deepest part of her sex. Several more thick gushes followed, as the orc male drained his balls inside her. She leaned up and met his lips in a deep kiss as he filled her with his seed, not even caring that she nearly nicked her lip on his tusk in the process. 

When their orgasms finally died down, Maribel found herself spooned against the burly orc. He stroked a hand lovingly through her hair while another hand rested on her hip. His softened cock still rested inside her along with his load that had yet to fully drain out of her. 

“How long do you think this rain will continue?” Maribel idly asked, in between heated kisses she planted on his chest. 

“Mm…some time yet,” he answered, giving her a small, knowing smile. 

She nodded, blushing and biting her lip. “Well then, given that we will be stuck here for some time…”

He looked up at her hungrily. “And what if I don’t wish to part ways with you even after the rain stops?”

She knowingly shifted her hips slightly, making him gasp as she stirred new life into his member from her movements. “Then I suppose I will have to endure your company for a while longer. Fortunately, I don’t wish to part ways with you anytime soon either.”

Marvug smiled, gently flipping her back over as she eagerly spread her legs open for him. Rain or no rain, they were going to be busy with each for some time yet. 

+++

Four months later…

“The Maker has brought these two souls together in holy union. Let their bond be unbreakable, and their love everlasting.” 

Everett Williamson watched as the priest brought his mother’s hands together with those of her new husband. A mixture of emotions ran through the young man as he watched his mother gaze up lovingly into the eyes of an aging, burly orc. The sight could’ve almost been comical; his smaller, skinny mother in a white gown standing across from a muscular orc towering over her as he wore traditional ceremonial orcish robes, both wearing symbolic flower headdresses atop their heads. It was a wonder that his mother had found a priest open-minded enough to perform the wedding ceremony in the first place. 

The eighteen-year-old still felt like he was living in a surreal dream. When he had received a letter from his mother at the academy, informing him that she had “met someone,” he had assumed she had met a mason or perhaps a merchant like his father William had been. A human man, no matter his profession. The prospect of his mother falling in love with an orc war veteran did not even enter his head as a possibility. 

Upon returning home from the academy, he had of course pulled his mother aside privately. He had wanted to make sure that his mother had not lost her mind. If nothing else, she had been grieving, after all, and could not have been in the best state of mind. He was shocked to discover that her mental faculties were not only intact, but that she was quite adamant about marrying this orc. She had assured him that she did not seek to replace his father with this orc, but that she did not wish to be alone anymore, and that Marvug’s companionship and protection made her happy again for the first time since William had passed.

Truthfully, Marvug seemed quite civil, based on his few short interactions with him. It was quite surprising to discover considering what he had always been led to believe about orcs. Still, many of his mannerisms were still a mystery to him, and there was much he still didn’t know about him. He was trying to keep an open mind for his mother’s sake. He wanted what was best for her, and if this orc male made her happy, then so be it. He would be there to support her, always.

Still, it was difficult for him to move past the loss of his father, and the ever-present fear that she wanted to forget about him in favor of a new husband. 

“By the grace of our Maker, I hereby proclaim you to be husband and wife.”

With a smile, Maribel stood up on her tiptoes and passionately kissed her new orc husband. He met her kiss with a grin of his own, lifting her up off her feet and wrapping her in a hug as the two broke out into joyous laughter shared between them. 

In the small chapel, the humans on Everett’s side clapped, with some giving vocal praise and congratulations to the bonded pair. On the right side of the chapel, however, the orcish guests were more raucous, giving whoops and cheers. The wedding itself had only a modest crowd comprising only Maribel and Marvug’s closest friends and family - many other invitees on both sides had refused to appear due to the nature of their marriage. And yet, the vocalizations of Marvug’s orcish cohorts made it appear more crowded than it was. 

At the front of the orc ensemble, two orc females were more animated than the rest. A tall, burly orcess had propped up a much smaller orcess a third her size atop her shoulders. The smaller orcess let out a shrill whistle for Marvug while the older one slapped her chest. They were an utterly mismatched pair - almost as mismatched as his mother and Marvug were, Everett thought with amusement. 

With the ceremony itself coming to an end, the guests cleared out and moved onto the reception. Despite the wedding attendees being the more open-minded of Maribel’s friends, family and acquaintances, Everett noted that many of the humans kept to themselves while many of the orcs did likewise. 

Everett sat at the table closest to the head table where she and Marvug sat. All the guests were partaking in the mutton feast spread across the tables, engaging in small talk. Everett picked at his meat and looked down at the finely-stitched jerkin he wore. Ever since his apprenticeship at the academy, he now received a small salary enough that he could afford some finer clothing - even if this was the only one he owned. Since joining the academy, he had never wished to borrow money from his mother needlessly to pay for such things, especially since his father had passed.

Though, she was no longer on her own anymore. He had to keep reminding himself of that. 

“Greetings, Everett,” a deep voice said. 

He had been so lost in thought that the young man didn’t even see or hear Marvug approach his table. “Oh, Marvug,” he said, standing up and giving his new stepfather a polite bow. “Congratulations. I’m very happy for you and my mother.” 

The grizzled orc warrior smiled, reaching out and grasping his shoulder. “I know you have your doubts about me.” 

Everett’s eyes widened. “I don’t…”

“You do. I can see it on your face. And I don’t begrudge you. But she and I both found solace in each other when we needed it most. My heart can never fully mend the loss of my mate, just as hers will never do so from the loss of your father. But we are less empty than we were, and we are happy together.” 

Everett was surprised upon hearing this. He had not realized that Marvug had been a widower just as his mother had been a widow. His mother had not mentioned this detail in her letter and the few conversations they had had since he returned home a week prior. 

“I understand,” Everett replied softly. “It’s just…difficult for me.” The orc had been honest and sincere, so it was only fair for him to respond in kind. 

Marvug smiled. “I know. But I swear to you - I will honor and cherish your mother with every fiber of my being, and would give my life for hers if it came to it.” 

Everett looked at the orc for several moments, nodding. “Well…let us hope it never comes to that, yes?” he said with a laugh to break the ice. 

Marvug let out a deep baritone chuckle, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. “Indeed.” Looking at him sagely again, he continued. “There is much I still don’t know about humans, just as I’m sure there is much you don’t know about orcs. But I’m hoping that you and I can learn more as your mother and I spend more time together, and you with us.” 

Everett nodded. “Yes…I’d like that.” He appreciated the fact that the orc had not immediately come right out with the ‘call me father’ line. The death of his actual father was still too fresh for that. But…perhaps one day, in time. 

Marvug’s pointy green ear twitched when he heard one of the male orcs verbally sparring with another orc. “That would be my idiot cousins. I better intercede before they start a brawl with each other,” he laughed, looking over his shoulder. 

He turned to face the blond-haired young man again. “One last thing…don’t let my girls get the better of you.” 

Everett blinked at that. “Come again?”

“My daughters, Urzna and Turiel. Turiel is a spunky little thing who comes on very strong, but that is only because she’s never talked to a human before. And Urzna has the strength of an ox, but she’ll only ever use it to give you bear hugs.” 

Everett gulped. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mother told me you had two girls. I suppose I should introduce myself…”

Marvug shook his head with a grin, as if he knew something he didn’t. “No need. They will find you soon, you can believe that. Anyway, be well, Everett,” he said, with a respectful bow. 

Everett bowed back, still slightly confused as he watched his new stepfather depart. He didn’t know what to expect from his new orcish stepsisters, based on what he had told him. 

+++

Marvug’s daughters, Urzna and Turiel, slammed their mugs of ale down as they just finished their latest round of “Svarg” - an old orcish drinking game. Their uncle had begun boring them to tears telling the surrounding orcs the same old war stories that they had heard a thousand times already. Inevitably, whenever they got bored, it always devolved into competitive little games with each other to pass the time. 

Turiel wiped off her mouth with her arm. “I win!”

Urzna laughed. “Like hell you did, runt. Half the ale was spilling out of your mouth as you were chugging. I watched you.”

Turiel petulantly flicked her tongue out at her taller sister. “Excuses, excuses. Big bad orc bitch is just salty that a wee half-gobliness outdrinks her every time.”

Urzna shook her head, chuckling. “Whatever you say, wee half-gobliness.” She looked toward the middle of the room, seeing their father leave his new human wife where she was for a moment to approach a blond-haired human male. He had a youthful face, and his facial features were strikingly similar to that of their new human stepmother. She knew this could only be Everett, Maribel’s only son. 

As Turiel dug into her mutton meal, Urzna cocked her head as she watched her father talk to the human lad. She had to admit, he was quite a handsome sight. The young man’s face was totally unblemished, and he had the sandy blond hair one might associate with the archetypal human knight in shining armor stories. He also looked to be in very good shape; not fat but not scrawny either. Of course, his musculature couldn’t compare to hers, but that was to be expected. She had a physique that could contend with burly male orcs. It was what made her sought-after by many males of her own species, even if she turned all of them down. 

Their father walked away, likely to break up the arguing between his two twin cousins nearby. This left the human young man sitting by himself as the other guests at his own table had moved on to go mingle with the other human guests elsewhere. 

Urzna elbowed her spunky little sister next to her. “Sister, look.”

“Boshta,” the younger, shorter half-goblin swore in orcish. “What do ya want, Urzna?” she groused through a mouthful of mutton. 

The older, taller orcess ignored her sister’s outburst. “Look there at the corner table. That’s our new human stepbrother.”

Turiel followed her sister’s gaze, and her eyes widened when she spotted the blond-haired human young man sitting alone. 

“Fuck me…what a cutie!” Turiel whistled exuberantly. Always straight to the point, in classic Turiel fashion. 

Urzna grinned and nodded. “Isn’t he though?”

“Damn right he is. Imagine having that handsome face staring up at ya while you’re grinding yer cunt onto his mouth? Hot damn, what a thrill!”

Urzna pictured such a scenario and felt herself growing aroused from the prospect. She and her little sister had very unusual preferences for orcs. The archetypal orcish male was not of interest to either of them. Their attraction to human and elf men was a deeply-rooted commonality between them, and one of the few things that both sisters had in common with each other. It was also something they apparently shared with their father, as evidenced by his new wife. 

“And we get to live with him from now on?!” Turiel asked with disbelief. Her face stretched into a wide grin, her sharp teeth gleaming with mischievous intent. “I’m gonna suck his cock.”

Urzna let out a boisterous laugh. “Hogshit. No you won’t.”

“I will!” the smaller half-orc said, puffing out her chest haughtily. “I’m gonna sneak into his bedroom, pull down his pants while he’s sleeping, and suck his cock. After gettin’ woken up to that treat, he’ll keep comin’ back for more. Guarantee ya, sis.”

“Or maybe you’ll scare the shit out of the poor boy, sis,” Urzna laughed, rolling her eyes. Turiel stuck her tongue out at her and the older orcess shook her head. “Cmon, we might as well introduce ourselves, ya?”

Turiel’s cocky expression turned into an uncertain frown. “What, now?” she asked. 

“Ya, now.” She cocked her head at her younger sister. “What, you were just talking about sucking his cock, but now just meeting him is enough to make you piss yourself in fear?”

Turiel looked at the floor and twiddled her thumbs. “N- no.” She then puffed out her chest haughtily. “Of course not. Let’s go!” 

Urzna laughed to herself as Turiel was suddenly emboldened to lead the way. The burly orcess looked down at herself as she followed Turiel across the hall. She was quite thrilled that she had worn something rather revealing to this wedding; a leather top that accentuated her top-heavy bust quite well. Such things did not bother orcs or make them squeamish like it often did with humans. Seeing her new stepbrother’s face when his gaze turned to her was going to be a treat. 

When they arrived at his table, the young human man’s eyes fell upon them. He looked uncertain, but to his credit the blond-haired boy stood where he was rather than trying to flee to another table under the pretense of finding others to mingle with in an effort to avoid the two orcesses approaching him. 

“Hiya!” Turiel’s chipper voice rang out. “You must be Everett, ya?” 

He cocked his head at the half-gobliness with a polite smile. “That’s right. And you must be Urzna and Turiel?”

“That’s right,” Urzna chimed in with a smile. Everett’s eyes went to her, and she inwardly cheered when she saw him gulp the moment his eyes fell upon her bountiful green rack. “We’re very happy for your mum, and our dad.”

“Dang fuckin right we are!” Turiel exclaimed. “Isn’t it, like, so fun that a couple of humans and a bunch of orcs are gonna be a family an’ all that?”

Everett slowly nodded. “It is indeed quite something. I am looking forward to getting to know you both better.”

Turiel grinned, the shortstack’s hands on her wide hips. “Ye got that right, handsome stepbrother of mine. I want to get to know ya a whole lot better, in more ways than one.”

Urzna inwardly shook her head, fighting back laughter. Subtlety was never Turiel’s strong suit. Everett for his part looked quite confused by the comment more than anything, however, and did not seem to pick-up on the obvious innuendo dripping from her little sister’s comment. 

“Anyway,” Urzna said, quickly changing the subject. “You can talk to us about whatever you like, Everett. My sis and I will be real hospitable to you. I’m hoping, in time, you feel comfortable being around us.” 

This seemed to put Everett at ease somewhat. He smiled and nodded. “Yes…I hope so too. I would like that.”

Urzna gave him a wink, and Turiel mimicked her. “Be seeing you, brother…” Urzna said, turning and turning in the direction of her table. In doing so, she deliberately pushed her curvy ass out in a way that she hoped the blond-haired human cutie would notice. Judging from the briefest of looks over her shoulder, she could see that his eyes were indeed on her bum. 

Turiel, ever in the mood to compete with her, did the same likewise, albeit with more of her trademark non-subtlety. Still, Urzna had to give it to her, it still had the same exact effect on the boy, judging from the way he turned red in the face and tugged at his collar. The sight of a burly orcess and a runt sized orcess - both with gorgeous, curvy features - flashing themselves at him was likely enough to give him a stiffy beneath the table. Or so Urzna hoped. 

Yes…this was going to be an interesting few weeks indeed. 

+++

“Fuck me, what a bloody nice house!” Turiel said with a whistle. The three orcs and two humans stood with their wagon outside Maribel’s large home in the village of Collyshire. She and William had done quite well for themselves in their shared business, and their house was proof of that. 

“I’ll say,” Urzna said, shouldering one of her hefty packs from the wagon. “It puts our old hovel in the mountains to shame.”

Maribel smiled from the praise. Everett, however, looked uncertain as he helped his mother with unloading some crates - mostly filled with wedding gifts. 

Seeing the uncertainty on the human boy’s face, Marvug stepped up to both of his daughters. “Now, now,” he said. “This house was built by Maribel and her first husband. I will expect both of you to be respectful to the property. None of your antics here. Ya?” He said sternly, his hands on the shoulders of both daughters for good measure. 

“Of course, dad. We’d never want to ruin the place,” Urzna said and Turiel nodded vigorously in agreement. 

Everett shook his head, bemused. He was trying not to sulk like a petulant adolescent, but he was not happy that he was going to be spending the next couple weeks alone with Marvug’s orcess daughters. His mother and her new husband were of course entitled to go on their honeymoon to the lush Isle of Selvina. And though he had nothing personal against the two orcesses - they seemed perfectly civil, albeit a bit coarse in their mannerisms - they were still largely strangers to him. 

After he had unloaded the last crate, he wiped a sweat from his brow. He felt someone lightly touch his shoulder. Spinning around, Maribel gently smiled at him. “Everett, thank you so much.”

He smiled at his mother. “It’s no trouble at all, mother. You know that.”

“I don’t just mean for helping with my belongings. Thank you for being so agreeable to all this. I feel guilty that I am going to be leaving you for two weeks when you and I have had so little time to spend together since you returned from the academy.” 

He shook his head. “Please don’t, mother. I am a man grown now, and you should go on your honeymoon with Marvug. Don’t trouble yourself over me.” 

She smiled again, wrapping her taller son in a hug. “I know…but I really do want you to be happy, and I want you to get along with Marvug’s daughters. Please just try to get to know them while Marvug and I are away.”

“Of course I will, ma. I promise,” he said as they pulled back from their hug. 

She cupped his cheeks in her hands looking at her only child for several moments. “Have I ever told you how strapping you’ve become?”

He rolled his eyes with a small smile, embarrassed by her adorations like he had been when he was a boy. “Ma…” 

“It’s true though,” she chuckled. She tweaked his dimple chin lovingly. “You really do take so much after your father, Everett. You resemble him more and more every day.” 

“You think so?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of melancholy over the mention of his father. 

“I know it,” she said with a sad smile, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. More jovially, she added, “and soon enough, you’ll have all the ladies chasing after you as he did.” 

He laughed. “Sure, ma.” He paused, looking back over his shoulder. Marvug had seemingly shared a few words of his own with his daughters and had climbed up into their wagon, smiling and nodding respectfully at Everett from a distance. “I hope you and Marvug enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you, my sweet boy. And you enjoy yourself with Turiel and Urzna. You know, they do seem to like you very much.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yes…that’s what worries me. I still can’t believe I have orc stepsisters now. It is rather surreal, but I will try to get to know them better.” 

His mother smiled and hugged him one last time. “That is all I ask. Either way, I suspect we will all have so much to talk about when Marvug and I return,” she said as Everett helped her up onto the other side of the wagon alongside Marvug. 

Returning to Turiel and Urzna, they both gave him a grin as he approached them and he gave them a polite nod. All three of them gave a farewell wave to Maribel and Marvug which they returned in kind as the two newlyweds rolled off down the dirt road in their wagon. 

When the wagon disappeared off in the distance, Turiel let out a whoosh of relief. “Sheesh, I thought they’d never leave.” 

“Turiel…” Urzna said disapprovingly. 

“What?” the spunky half-gobliness asked with a shrug. “Everett’s thinkin’ it too.”

Everett thought for several moments. “Uh…yes, I do not think I could stand those two giving each other doe-eyed looks anymore.” 

Turiel grinned widely at that. “Exactly!” Urzna shook her head and chuckled along with them, the burly orcess slinging a massive rucksack of her belongings over her shoulder - a weight that looked difficult for an average human man to carry, but she seemed to manage it no problem.

“So, brother…would you show us your house?” The expectant looks both she and her younger sister gave him were rather strange to him. They seemed to like him, as his mother had confirmed. But then what about that made him so nervous?

Everett nodded nevertheless. “Of course,” he replied. It was only courteous, after all. “Follow me.”

+++

“Good morning, Everett!” two voices gleefully said in unison. 

The blond-haired young man lifted himself up out of bed, rubbing his eyes. Blinking, he saw the mismatched pair of orcesses standing in the threshold of his bedroom. They each had a roll of linen cloth in hand. 

“Urzna, Turiel…what is going on?” 

Turiel hopped from one foot to the other exuberantly, the hardwood floor giving off a thumping sound as she did. “We are on our way down to the village bathhouse. Care to join us?”

“Join you?”

“Of course,” Urzna said with a smile. “Humans and orcs both don’t want to smell like shit, no?” 

He shook his head, running a hand through his blond hair. “Of course not. I meant nothing of the sort. I just…I’m not entirely sure I should…” 

“Come on, Everett! Pwease, pwease!” Turiel said, mimicking her best toddler voice. 

“Alright, alright. I will go,” Everett said with a laugh. They both smiled widely at him, pleased with his answer. 

“Good! We brought an extra set of cloth for you,” Urzna said. 

“To dry yourself off afterward, ya see,” Turiel added. 

Everett grinned at her. “Yes…I already gathered that,” he said, sitting up from the bed, stretching himself out.

Seeing that the two orcesses had gone silent, he looked over at them and saw them both eyeballing him. He had worn no shirt to bed, as he often did. And they seemed quite intrigued at his upper body being exposed. Given his military training at the academy, he kept himself in peak physical shape, even if a good majority of his time there was spent learning about engineering and how to build siege engines. But his torso and arms were quite toned, albeit not as toned as Urzna appeared to be; the burly female orc who was now his stepsister was indeed a marvel to him. 

Nevertheless, Turiel’s eyes appeared to bug out of the half-gobliness’ head whilst Urzna had a small smile on her face as her eyes traced over his body. The fact that Urzna was more muscular than he was did not dissuade her from having a visual feast just as Turiel was doing. Everett found himself growing uncomfortable from their ogling after a few moments, and quickly picked up a shirt and put it on, much to their disappointment. 

He didn’t know what to make of their ogling from his two orcess stepsisters. But after a few moments he dismissed it. They had likely never seen a male human with his shirt off before, and they were just curious. He supposed he couldn’t blame them. Admittedly, he was equally curious about them, even if he’d only engaged in light conversation with them since his mother and Marvug had departed the day prior. Perhaps this trip to the bathhouse would indeed be a good icebreaker for all three of them. 

Turning to them again, he accepted the linen towel from Urzna with a grateful nod. 

“Alrighty-o, Ev! Onward to the bathhouse we go!” Turiel said, giving a theatrical soldier march out the door of Everett’s bedroom. 

“‘Ev’?” he asked with amusement, following her out the door, followed by Urzna behind him. 

“Yeah, ‘Ev’. I like it better. Short, sweet and to the point. Your name has too many syllables for me, brother,” Turiel explained. 

He smiled. Though he still didn’t know the shorter sister well, he was starting to get an understanding of her quirks. “Ev works for me.” He looked over her shoulder at Urzna. “Does she have a pet-name for you?”

“Troll,” Urzna confirmed with a grin. 

“Oh my. And you aren’t offended by that one?”

“Why would she be offended?” Turiel asked, tickled. “I’m just sayin’ it like it is. She looks like a troll.”

Urzna rolled her eyes. “To answer your question, Ev, nah, I’m not offended by this runt. I call her ‘Imp’ in return.” 

“Pssh, ya, ‘Imp.’ I ain’t even that short, ye big bitch.”

“You’re a tiny scrap of nothing, Turiel,” Urzna laughed. 

“Ya ya, Troll.”

“Imp.”

Everett shook his head at them with a smile. Despite the two half-sisters always ribbing each other, he got the impression that it was all in good fun, and there was no real vitriol behind it. And they’d not directed any jokes in his direction yet, likely out of respect for him. He could take a joke of course, but he was still grateful for their behavior toward him thus far. 

As they approached the bathhouse, Everett was feeling more at ease around these two orcesses. Perhaps his earlier worries during the wedding had been for naught after all. 

Opening the door to the bathhouse, he and his two stepsisters stepped inside. At the front, a red-headed elf woman was there to greet them. 

“Welcome!” the elf woman said cheerfully. If she was surprised to see an orcess and a half-orc accompanying him in a majority-human village, she didn’t seem to show it. “How can we serve you today?”

Everett smiled and bowed courteously. “Hello. We three would like a hot bath and sauna. Preferably our own room, if any are available.” 

The elf woman nodded, checking her parchment schedule. “Ah yes, you’re in luck. A small room just opened up. Will that do?”

He nodded. “Yes, that would be perfect. Much obliged, miss.”

“Excellent. If you would please follow me?” 

She led the human and two orcesses down the steamy hallway before opening the door to the room in question. In the room, there was a tub large enough to accommodate a small group of people. A fresh load of coals had just been added, filling the room with steam. 

“That’ll be ten crowns, and you may use the room for up to an hour. I’ve also left a bottle of wine from the cellar for your convenience. Will there be anything else?”

Everett shook his head, fishing ten crowns from his pouch and handing them to her. “No, thank you very much.”

She bowed and closed the door behind them. 

Everett turned around, his eyes going wide. Both Turiel and Urzna had stripped themselves completely bare in front of him, seemingly the moment the elf woman had shut the door. He had assumed that they would submerge themselves into the water while he had turned around, but he was woefully mistaken. Before he could stop himself, his eyes greedily took in their bodies. 

Urzna had muscles that would put most human men to shame. Scars lined her legs, torso, face and neck, but that did not detract from her impressive feminine form. Her breasts were some of the biggest he’d ever seen, plump and bountiful green swells with dark nipples the size of a coin each. The older orcess smiled as he gazed at her, weaving her fingers through her long dark braid. 

Not to be outdone by her older, burlier sister, Turiel removed her skull hair clip, letting down her black hair to her shoulders. She flung aside her last scrap of clothing, her hands on her hips and a proud smile spread across the half-gobliness’ face as his gaze went to her. Her body, though far shorter than Urzna’s, was equally beautiful. Her breasts were smaller, but a good size for her, and though she did not have the warrior’s musculature that Urzna possessed, she made up for it with curvy hips and a more slender upper body. 

“See something ya like, Everett?” Turiel asked teasingly, putting her hands on her hips shamelessly, her nude green body on display. His mouth felt dry as he saw a thin strip of dark pubic hair adorning Turiel’s mound while Urzna was completely smooth shaven down below. Stunned, the eighteen-year-old felt himself stirring down below from the sight of these two orcesses. 

Urzna saw the expression on his face and gave him a sympathetic smile. “Now, now, Turiel. Turn around and let Ev take off his clothes, yes?” 

“Aww fine. Spoilsport.”

He knew it was untoward to be ogling them like this, even if he had not anticipated them stripping in front of him so quickly. Shaking his head, he had to remind himself that orcs likely have a more relaxed perspective on nudity. He didn’t consider himself prudish either, so he could take this in stride for one day. They were there to bathe and relax, after all. 

When the orcesses mercifully spun around to give him a semblance of privacy, he took off his shirt - easy enough since they’d already seen his bare torso. His pants soon followed. Embarrassingly, his member had grown semi-erect from seeing the two beautiful greenskinned girls in the flesh, and it sprang out when his pants came off. He moved to cover up his growing erection as he got into the tub alongside the two orcesses, and though they were putting on a good show of pretending not to look, he suspected that they were getting as much out of their peripheral vision as they could.

When he submerged himself into the hot water, his worries immediately began to evaporate as he let out a long sigh. Now that he was submerged, the two orcesses looked back at him from the other side of the tub, smiling cheekily. 

“Really hits the spot, don’t it? Don’t know why you and yer mum don’t spend every day here,” Turiel said. 

Everett shrugged nonchalantly, feeling much more relaxed now that he was no longer exposed. “That’s a good question. I’ve been here once or twice but never really appreciated it until now. Usually just took my baths at home.”

“Or maybe it’s the company this time,” Urzna said, winking at him. She took a sip of the wine that had been left for them.

Everett turned beat red at that, and Urzna and Turiel both let out a laugh. “Oh, it’s easy ta get ya blushing, Ev. You look awfully cute when you’re doin’ it too,” Turiel said, splashing handfuls of hot water onto her bare arms. 

He cleared his throat, endeavoring to change the subject. “If you don’t mind me asking, how is it that you two get along with each other so well despite being so…err, different?”

“Oh! Good question,” Turiel said, perking up. “Prolly because Urz and I are inta different things, so we aren’t constantly bickerin’ over the same shit. I’m into herbs and potions.”

“And I’m into fighting and soldiering,” Urzna chimed in. 

Everett grinned. “Truly, Urzna? I never would have guessed, with your physique.”

Urzna grinned widely, showing her tusks. “You noticed, huh?” She lifted herself up out of the water before he could stop her. Turning her back to him, she flexed her biceps, though Everett was doing everything in his power now to stare at her perfectly toned ass. “My body is quite something, is it not?” 

Turiel rolled her eyes. “Showoff,” she muttered under her breath as she weaved her fingers through her wet raven-colored locks. 

“Yes...it is, uh, quite something,” he murmured awkwardly, quickly looking away. Anything to distance himself from the erection once again firming up beneath the surface of the water.

Urzna smiled and submerged herself back in the tub. “You are quite the looker yourself, Ev. You have yourself a warrior’s physique too. You do any fighting?” 

“I do physical training at the academy, yes. But I am mainly learning to become an engineer, designing siege engines for the king’s army. It requires both brains and brawn.” 

“See Urz?” Turiel piped up. “He’s chock full o’ both. Whereas I’m all brains, and you’re all, well, just brawn and not much brain.”

Urzna splashed her younger sister, causing the half-gobliness to devolve into a giggle fit. Looking back at the curious Everett, Urzna shrugged. “But ya, even though we give each other a hard time and have engage in some friendly competin’, the Imp and I here ain’t never had much reason to really dislike each other. Even if we had different mums.” 

Everett nodded. “My mother mentioned to me that your mothers both knew each other for a time.”

“Ya, that’s true. My mum were a healer, and she were always patchin’ up dad and Urzna’s mum when they got battle wounds. Of course, I weren’t born yet when this happened.” 

“No shit,” Urzna said with a grin. 

Everett took all this in for several moments. “I find the dynamic of your family quite interesting.”

“Hell, me too,” the half-gobliness whistled. “What I still don’t get is how dad and mum even made me in the first place. I mean, how did a big bloke like him even fit his big ol’ donger inside her? She musta used one of her spells and magicked herself a stretchier cunt or somethin’.”

Everett sputtered into a coughing fit just as had taken a first drink of the wine the elf attendant had left for them. Urzna shook her head with a bemused smile. 

“Sis…most folk, orc or human, don’t like to think about how their parents created them.” 

“Ya ya, I know, but like, cmon! It don’t make any anatomical sense when ye really think about it!”

Urzna shrugged. “Sure, but they found a way to make it work.” She looked at Everett with a smile. “Just like dad and Everett’s mum are doing now.” 

Turiel snickered. “I bet they’s fuckin’ like rabbits on their honeymoon right about now.” 

Everett’s eyes widened. “Alright, now that was entirely too much information for me.”

Urzna took a swig of wine herself, scooting herself a bit closer to Everett in the tub. She smiled at him. “Ya, sis is putting her foot in her mouth again, but she is probably right. Our dad is absolutely in love with your mum.” 

Everett gulped now that he was in close proximity to the buxom orcess. “And…that doesn’t bother you?” 

Turiel had shifted closer to him on his other side. “Why would it? Dad’s finally come around to our way of thinkin’.”

In mere moments, the mood had shifted from jovial conversation to something the young man couldn’t put his finger on. Both orcesses were looking at him with a wicked glint in their orange eyes, and he suddenly felt like prey. 

“What way of thinking?” he repeated with uncertainty. He felt goosebumps materialize on his arms and his skin turned beat red. 

Urzna grinned, touching his arm with her fingers. “That nothing gets the blood pumping like a good-looking human.”

Turiel’s hand dipped beneath the water, and he gasped when he felt the half-gobliness’ hand on his bare leg. He had firmed up and grown stiff as steel. 

In a moment of sheer panic he quickly pulled out of their reach and lifted himself up out of the water. Not because of them, but because of his fear of him doing something he’d later regret. “Alright! I think that we’ve, uh, bathed long enough!”

He stood up from the tub, their eyes going wide the moment they caught a brief glimpse of his fully-erect cock. He wrapped his linen towel around himself and retreated from the room, grabbing his bundle of clothes as he did. 

+++

“Urz…did you get a good look at that thing?” 

That had been the first words out of Turiel’s mouth when Everett had quickly retreated from the bath. Indeed Urzna had gotten a good look, and both she and her sister came to the same conclusion: Everett had the most handsome cock they’d ever laid eyes on. Long, plump, thick and unblemished, and with the pink color that had made them both raging human fetishists in the first place. It had taken all their willpower now to frig themselves raw in that bathtub right then and there. 

On the other hand, both she and Turiel had agreed that they had perhaps come on a little too strong and probably spooked Everett a bit. It was a rather awkward and quiet walk back to Maribel’s house from the bathhouse. And they decided to leave Everett alone for the rest of the day and give him his own space for a bit. 

The following day, however, Urzna and Turiel conspired privately. It had now become their shared mission to seduce Everett; neither of them could get their human adonis of a stepbrother out of their head, and they would be remiss not to at least make the effort. It was undeniable that he was interested in them both, even if he was clearly too shy and uncertain to respond to their initial advances in the way that they’d hoped. His body language said it all. 

In classic fashion for them though, she and her sister also decided to make a competition of it between them. It was far more entertaining than yet another drinking game of Svarg after all. If they both were hell bent on getting filled by their brother’s human dick, they may as well see who could accomplish that first. 

Urzna was pretty confident in her chances. 

Turiel was out running errands at the moment, which gave her the perfect opportunity to put the moves on her blond-haired cutie. 

Everett was outside helping some of his mother’s regular clients load up their wagon. Looking out the window, it looked as if he was finishing up and was about to return momentarily. This gave her the perfect opportunity. 

“Urzna? I am finished out front. Are you-

When he entered the kitchen he was met with the sight of her curvaceous emerald rump staring back at him. She had purposefully worn loose-fitting pants that showed off a great deal of her toned legs and her bum. Her nethers were covered up, but only barely. She did not wish to overwhelm the poor boy all at once, after all. 

“-hungry?” he finished dumbly, audibly gulping. 

Urzna did her best not to smirk. She was headfirst and on her knees in the kitchen’s woodfire stove. Though she was caked in soot, it was worth it for the sake of her ruse. “Oh yes, I am quite hungry, Ev. And I thought I’d get a fire going, but I got myself stuck. Can you give me a hand?”

She heard him clear his throat. “Oh…o- of course.” 

She heard him approach her from behind. For good measure, she gave a slight wriggle and a shake of her rear. “Just grab hold of my middle and see if you can tug me out. Boshta, I should’ve known a big girl like me would get stuck in this thing.”

“Very well. I’ll have you out of here in a moment…”

She felt his hands on her waist and he gave a pull. As subtly as she could, she “allowed” herself to be pulled out from the stone stove, grinding as plush bum up against his groin in the process. She heard an intake of breath from him and his hands lingered on her toned midriff much longer than was necessary. 

“Ah,” she let out a satisfied sigh. “Thank you for the help, Ev.” She spun around to face him, wiping off some of the soot from her cheeks and arms. 

“O- of course.” To her amusement, he was trying to straighten out his pants. It did not take a genius to see that he was growing stiff and a tent was forming, despite his best efforts to conceal it. “Forgive me, Urzna. I…I need to, uh, see to something.” He hurried from the room, awkwardly shuffling along in a vain attempt to deal with his stiffening manhood chafing in his trousers. 

She grinned to herself as she watched him retreat to his room. This was progress, by her reckoning. Even if all she did was tease the lad. 

“Ahem.” 

Urzna looked to the doorway and saw Turiel standing there with a pout and her arms crossed. “Hllo, Imp.” 

Turiel stuck her tongue out at her. “Troll. Nice try there.” 

“Ah you saw that, did you?” Urzna asked with a coy smile. “How nice of our brother to…help me out, yes?”

Turiel waved her hand, rolling her eyes. “Ya, ya, how nice. Anywho, better luck next time.”

Urzna chuckled to herself. Turiel’s undoubtedly abrasive attempts at seduction would be fun to hear about later. 

+++

Everett was baffled by Urzna and Turiel’s behavior as of late. Urzna in particular had caught him off guard when she’d gotten herself stuck in the stone oven. He knew it was debauched for him to fantasize about these girls. They were his sisters now, for Maker’s sake! But when he’d seen her rear swaying and shaking at him when he’d gone to help her get unstuck from the oven, he started imagining scenarios he’d never before considered when it came to orc women before. 

And this was without even considering their behavior at the bath house. He still could not figure out if they had been playing a prank on him or if they were genuinely expressing interest in him. He may have assumed the former, until Urzna’s supposed mishap with the oven on top of it.

He was so lost in thought that he was barely even thinking when he entered the common room of his mother’s home. What he saw gave him just yet another surprise in a veritable treasure trove of them lately. 

There in the middle of the room was Turiel. The half-gobliness appeared to be stretching, which in itself was not untoward behavior. Her complete lack of clothing while doing her stretches was, however.  

Everett’s jaw dropped at the sight of his younger orcess stepsister bent over with her hands touching the floor, completely nude. Her pert green bum was facing toward him, and from his angle with her bent over, he got a front row seat of her tight green pussy pointing right at him. He’d already gotten a clear view of her naked body at the bathhouse, but he got the most unabashed view of her sex this time. Her green pussy - fittingly tight-looking given her short, pert size bloomed open when she bent forward at this angle, her labia spread open ever so slightly. Her soft patch of black pubis looked like a welcome mat as it led down to her sex.  

Realizing he was there, she gave him an upside down smile from between her own legs as she stretched. 

“Oh…hello there, brother!” Turiel greeted him with her shrill, chipper voice. “Don’t mind me! I’m just doing my morning stretches, ya see. Gotta stay limber an’ all that!” 

She let out a sigh as she stood back up, before bending forward again and touching her hands to the floor in another stretch. The half-goblin’s smaller body bent forward, pushing out her green tush at him and baring her intimates rather unabashedly once again. The human eighteen-year-old gulped, his mouth feeling dry and a sudden stiffness forming in his pants. 

Once again smiling at him upside down from the space between her own split legs, she said, “Feel free ta join me if ya like!”

Just as he’d done in the bathhouse when they’d moved on him, he mumbled some excuse automatically and retreated from the room, hearing her let out a huff and a disappointed pout as he left.

It had taken every ounce of his rapidly-waning willpower not to wrap his hands around her slender waist and stick his cock into that tight green cunt right then and there. Whether this was just orcish cultural norms that he was completely oblivious to, or obvious attempts to seduce him, he couldn’t say. But either way, he was beginning to regret returning home from the academy. 

Not because he did not want either of these two orcesses, but because he did. 

A couple days later, he had found himself restless in his bedroom. Sleep had been on and off for him. He had only one thing on his mind. Well, two things to be precise. And their names were Urzna and Turiel. He was beginning to understand Marvug’s playful warnings about his daughters and their behavior now. Perhaps he had the intuition to know that they would tease him relentlessly in the worst way possible. 

Everett couldn’t stop himself, or resist his base impulses any longer. His new orc stepsisters were going to be the death of him. He slipped his pants down his legs before kicking them off the bed entirely. His prick was already standing firm and erect, twitching, red his arousal and bubbling up precum from its tip.

With the ever-present images of the two orc females fresh in his head, he began to stroke his cock from root to stem, sighing with sweet relief. As he masturbated, Turiel and her tight little body and spunky confidence nearly made him cum on the spot as he imagined all the sordid things he would do to her. The thought of Urzna’s bountiful green tits filled his brain, as well as her riding him uninhibited. He had never had a particular desire to be dominated before, especially by an orc with an amazon body. But Urzna had changed all that to the point that such a fantasy was always at the forefront of his thoughts. 

The more rational side of himself knew that he had to keep his desire under control. But by the Maker, these two girls were making that borderline impossible. As sinful as it might have been, he had to get himself off and then purge all thought of fornicating with orcesses for good. 

His self-satisfaction was interrupted by commotion at his bedroom doorway. “Make some room, Urzna! Stop bein’ a greedy bi- oh fuck!”

Urzna and Turiel came tumbling into his bedroom as the door swung open under their combined weight pressing against it. Urzna, who had been on her knees in front of his door, had Turiel on her shoulders similar to how he had seen them at his mother’s wedding. Both orcesses nearly face-planted into the wood floor, but caught themselves at the last second. 

Everett sat there frozen with his cock still in hand and throbbing. Both orc sisters’ eyes went wide as they stared at it, transfixed. After several moments of awkward silence, he found his voice again. “Turiel, Urzna…what the…fuck are you doing?!”

Turiel let out a laugh, nervously biting her lip. “Ahah, well, ye see. We noticed yer door were broken and we wanted to f- fix it…” she babbled, her wide eyes still fixed on his pale cock. 

“Oh shut it, Imp,” Urzna groaned, rolling her eyes. She got up onto her feet, hauling Turiel up with her. “Let’s not beat around the bush any longer. We like you, Everett. You probably noticed that.”

Turiel bobbed her head vigorously in agreement. “Yeah, I mean, we really fuckin’ like ya.”

“Y- you do?” He knew it was a stupid question, but he was flabbergasted by their honest admission. 

“Of course we do, ya big human dummy!” Turiel burst out. “Like, big sis and I are so hot and bothered by ya, and ye leave us dripping all the time.”

Everett gulped. “But…we’re family.”

Urzna shrugged, grinning. “That kind of makes it even hotter.”

Turiel nodded. “Mhm yeah.”

“It’s still wrong,” Everett said half-heartedly. His erection had strangely not gone down despite being so exposed to them. His already-weak resistance was crumbling, and his lust for the orcesses was outweighing rational thought. 

“Why?” Urzna said, cocking her head, putting her hands on her ample hips. “We’re not blood related. And fuck what anybody else thinks. Why’s it fine for your mum to fuck our dad but not for you to fuck us?”

“Yeah, and why were ya jerkin’ yer dick when we came in yer room?” Turiel added. Her eyes widened. Her mouth spread into a toothy grin. “You were jerkin’ it to the thought of us weren’t ya?”

Everett blushed bright red. “I…no…”

She pointed a finger accusingly at him with a smile. “You were! Look at your cock - it’s so red and swollen it looks angry! All you can think about is getting inside my cunt and Urzna’s!”

Everett looked shamefully down at his throbbing erection, saying nothing. 

“Ev,” Urzna said softly. He looked up into the busty muscular orcess’ face. “There’s nothing wrong with it. You want us, we want you. It’ll be fun for us all.”

“And you ain’t never gonna have to wank that lovely prick again with us around. Urzna and I got, like, three holes each where ye put yer prick and pump yer loads.”

“Turiel, please,” Urzna said with a bemused laugh, rubbing her temples. “Go easy on the poor boy.”

Everett sat silently for several moments, a debate raging in his head. What was really the harm in just engaging in a bit of intimacy with these two beautiful greenskinned women? His hesitancy stemmed from something entirely different, he realized. 

He looked away from them. “I…I am a virgin.” He said the last word so quietly they almost didn’t hear it. 

Turiel and Urzna both blinked simultaneously, looking at each other before glancing back at him. While he expected this revelation to dissuade them, all it really did was give them even hungrier, more lustful expressions than before. 

“Could he get any more perfect, Urzna?” Turiel asked her sister. The tall orcess shook her head. 

“And we’ll be real gentle with you for your first time, Ev. Trust us,” Urzna added. 

Everett slowly nodded. He firmed his posture, trying to appear as confident as he could. He made his decision. “Alright,” he said, his voice slightly shaky. “Let’s do it.”

Upon his acquiescence, both Turiel and Urzna smiled joyfully. “Yippee!” Turiel said, the half-gobliness excitedly hopping from foot to foot. “I’m so fuckin’ excited!”

“But there is one condition,” Everett continued. 

“Anything,” the amorous orcesses said in unison. 

“For the love of the Maker, please stop competing with each other for my attention.”

Both Turiel and Urzna laughed at that. “Of course!” Turiel said, shaking her head rapidly. “Big sis and I can work together just fine when we need to, right?” 

Urzna nodded. “Of course. All in good fun, yes?” 

“Indeed.” Turiel’s mouth stretched into a grin that was downright fiendish. “Anyway, race ya to take your clothes off, Troll!” 

Everett shook his head, muttering something under his breath as the two mismatched orcess half-sisters began shedding each piece of their clothing at a rapid pace. In mere moments, they were stark naked - two gorgeous green bodies that were different from each other but no less appealing - standing before him. 

They got up onto the bed with him, Turiel on the left, Urzna on the right. He felt himself shiver slightly, but they gently placed their hands on his chest, soothingly stroking him to calm him down. It was not long ago that he would’ve considered orcs incapable of such sensuality. But his new sisters were full of surprises. 

“This is yer cherry-poppin’ day, big boy,” Turiel cooed, making tiptoes with her claws up his arm. 

“Mhm, so whatever you say, goes, little man,” she added with a playful wink. 

He had to admit he liked the sound of that. “Whatever I say? That is…very generous,” he said with an awkward grin. After thinking for several moments and looking at the two grinning orcesses, he said, “I know it may sound boring, but…I want to start by…kissing one of you, while the other picks up where I left off.” He made a motion with his head down to his throbbing cock. 

Turiel and Urzna looked at each other with big smiles. “I like the way he thinks, Imp,” Urzna said. Urzna looked down at his pale, throbbing peach-colored shaft, licking her lips hungrily at him. “Turiel was right about one thing, Ev,” she began before she spat into the palm of her hand. “With us around, you will never need to jerk this thing again.”

The muscular orcess gripped hold of Everett’s shaft and he gasped. Having someone else touching his prick was so much better than doing it himself. And though he lacked the experience to say for certain, he knew it was merely a preamble for what was to come.

Urzna had an iron grip, likely owing to her mercenary background and having followed in her father’s footsteps. She was used to wielding swords and axes, and her grip on his erect prick was appropriately firm. Not enough to be uncomfortable though. She clearly knew how to handle a man’s parts. He watched with mounting pleasure as she gave a tusky smile, her green hand masturbating his cock at a gentle but firm pace. The contrast between his peach-colored member in the grip of her green hand was undeniably arousing to him.

Turiel harrumphed. “Greedy, greedy Troll,” Turiel muttered as she enviously watched her older sister handling his cock. She scooted up closer to his left side and leaned over him, her face only inches from his. “She’s just lucky I’ve been wanting to tongue-wrestle with ya ever since I first saw ye.” 

With that, she snagged his lips with hers and rather forcefully shoved her tongue into his mouth. His eyes widened from how sudden it was; he was ready for her, but only barely. Turiel hummed into his mouth as her long tongue swirled around inside his mouth, tangling with his tongue. He responded in kind, as he did have experience with this. Still, he could scarcely believe how hungrily she made out with him. He felt her shift her pelvis back and forth and he realized she was grinding her sex against his knee as her tongue explored the inside of his mouth. 

Soon he was moaning into the half-gobliness’ mouth as Urzna’s hand stroked up and down his cock, a bubbly lather of his precum lubricating her efforts. The sheer lust emanating from the room was palpable at this point, as days of teasing between the three had now reached a precipice. With each passing second, Everett was beginning to understand more and more what his mother saw in orcs. 

Turiel yanked her tongue from Everett’s mouth, sucking in air as she did. “Fuck…you’re a good kisser, Ev. Who was the lucky girl ya learned with?”

Everett smiled. “A miller’s daughter from the village.” He reached out and gave her pert green bum a generous squeeze. “She was not as cute as you though.”

Turiel beamed at that, her cheeks turning a darker shade of green. “Flatterer human. My cunny is already drenched from ya; it can’t get any wetter from yer sweet talkin’.” She smiled. “But yer sweet words is welcome all the same.” She playfully pushed out her tush into his hand as he gripped it. “Mmm…I like you squeezin’ my rumpus with those big hands of yers. Keep doin’ it while I keep kissin’ ya.” 

Turiel dove in and slipped her tongue back into his mouth again, and he eagerly intercepted her wriggling appendage this time. All the while his hands kneaded her plump little green ass like dough, one green cheek in each hand. 

Down below, Urzna used two of her fingers to swab and stroke the sensitive head of his throbbing cock. When she pulled her fingers away, a long thin strand of his clear, sticky precum extended in a long, thin strand from her fingers to the tip of his cock. She cooed with fascination as the thin strand finally snapped when she pulled it far enough away.

As Urzna attended to his prick, he moaned into Turiel’s mouth. Or rather her tongue, as she was currently exploring the inside of his mouth rather thoroughly again. The half-gobliness was insatiable.

The taller orcess used the distraction of her younger half-sister making out with him to lower her mouth down, sucking the head and first couple inches of his long peach-colored cock into her mouth. Her tongue curled around his frenulum as his cock pushed in, her tongue brushing over the sensitive underside of his cock just below the head. 

Everett gasped into Turiel’s mouth as the warm, wet mouth of his older orcess stepsister surrounded the first half of his prick, blanketing it in a divine sensation. Turiel yanked her tongue from the human young man’s lips. Her expression turned to one of indignation as she saw Urzna beginning to fellate him. 

“Hey! Who said you could suck him first?! It was my idea in the first place!”

Urzna was nonplussed by the half-gobliness’ outburst, shrugging her broad shoulders and continuing to fellate the human. As her mouth descended lower incrementally, Everett’s legs stiffened and he found himself panting for breath as lewd, soft squelching sounds filled the room as Urzna went to work on him. She moaned hungrily in her throat, running her green hands up and down his inner thighs as she delighted in servicing him with her mouth, seeming to love his taste and the fact that his human member was long and thick enough to provide a challenge, but not enough to be overwhelming. The perfect size for her that she wanted in a male. 

“It’s alright, Turiel,” Everett said to the jealous orcess. He panted, finding it hard to think with Urzna’s head bobbing up and down in his lap. “To make it up to you, you can - oh Maker - have me inside you first.”

Turiel’s eyes widened. “Wowza! Really?!” 

Everett gave a flushed smile, nodding. He stroked his hand lovingly through Urzna’s raven-dark hair as the older burlier orcess hummed and sucked him vigorously. The virgin young man held on for dear life as the orcess’ lips and tongue were working away at him eagerly. 

“Alrighty then - that changes everything!” Turiel exclaimed, turning her attention back to her older sister. “In that case, suck Ev’s cock real good and get him really slick and sloppy with yer spit, sis! Gonna need it if he’s gonna get inside this tight little pussy of mine!” 

Urzna rolled her eyes at that, grinning through cock-filled lips as she hollowed her flushed green cheeks out and sucked harder. By now, she had taken all of his cock, his cockhead tickling her throat. Everett’s eyes rolled back in his head, the sensation of warm wetness blanketing his cock feeling like paradise. 

Turiel made sure that his attention did not remain solely on her older sister for long. She took hold of his hand and guided it down between her slender green legs. He allowed her to guide him where she wanted, appreciative of the distraction from the wet sucking sounds of the tall orcess’s bobbing head between his legs. When his thumb brushed over her green slit, she let out a cute moan. Taking the hint, he began using his thumb to stroke her slit in a circular motion. The half-gobliness reached up to pinch her dark green nipples, biting her lip and whimpering as he fingered her. 

Urzna opened her eyes, her mouth stretching into a smile across Everett’s pale cock as she saw her younger sister being pleasured by their handsome human stepbrother. She took hold of his other hand - the one not busy stroking Turiel’s cunny - and guided it to her own long braid. Everett turned his wide-eyed attention to Urzna again, the blond-haired young man gasping as the older orcess had him use her braid as a handlebar of sorts to guide her head up and down his cock. 

With Turiel’s pussy being rubbed with one hand and Urzna’s head being guided up and down his member with the other, Everett began to wonder why he’d ever resisted these greenskinned seductresses in the first place. 

After several more moments, Urzna could sense that Everett was getting close, she wetly popped her lips from his prick, his peach-colored member fully erect, throbbing and glistening with her spit. She turned her attention to Turiel, giving her younger sister a smile and a nod. “You ready, sis?”

Turiel eagerly nodded, licking her lips and looking lustfully at Everett. She stood up over him in all her glory, as Everett’s eyes feasted on her small, luscious body. Her green pussy was soaking wet from just a few minutes of fingering and kissing with her first human. She swung her leg over his as he dutifully laid back and let herself get comfortable atop him. She squat down atop his pelvis and they both let out a sharp intake of breath just from the mere touch of his rod against her wet slit. 

She spent several moments rubbing herself up and down against his member, seemingly focused on his prick as a bead of precum bubbled up from his tip. If he didn’t know any better, he thought she even looked nervous, which came as quite a surprise considering how eager she had appeared just moments ago. 

“Is…is something wrong, Turiel?” Everett asked with concern.

“Nah…nah…” Turiel said, biting her lip.

“Are you certain? You look tense.” 

After several moments, she sighed. “So the thing is, I, uh…I’ve never actually, uh…” Turiel babbled as she rubbed her soaked little green slit up and down Everett’s precum-coated cockhead. 

Everett’s eyes widened as he realized what his half-gobliness stepsister was getting at. “You’re a virgin like me?”

Turiel shook her head indignantly. “Nah, nah…not technically I mean. I just, the thing is, I…”

Urzna was impatiently watching this exchange, laying on her stomach, idly kicking her legs with her chin in her hand. She rolled her eyes. “Oh, spit it out, Turiel." In the same breath she swiveled her gaze to Everett and added, "She lost her hymen in an accident while doing wolf-riding practice with our uncle. But she never had a cock inside her. So yes, she’s a virgin. All this puffing out her chest and acting like she’s a wannabe whore with a big bodycount of men is just hogshit from her lips. Don’t listen to any of it.”

Everett looked back at Turiel, his hands gently rubbing her inner thighs. “You could’ve told me,” he said with a small smile. 

The half-gobliness sighed. “Ya…I know. I guess…I was shy about it.”

“You? Shy?” he chuckled. She flicked her tongue at him in response. “Turiel, this makes my first time even more special, knowing that it’s your first time too.”

Turiel smiled widely, her trademark bravado back in an instant. “Oh, ye sweet-talker, you. C’mere.” She put her arms around his neck and spent several moments kissing him again before she pulled back. “Alright, I think I’m ready now. But, uh, Urzna should be involved. She is letting me go first, so she should get somethin’ out of it too.” 

Urzna perked up at that, scooting closer to them both atop the bed. “That’s awfully kind of you, Imp. What do you have in mind?”

Turiel tapped her chin for a few seconds before snapping her finger. “I got it!” She leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered a few words into Urzna’s ear. 

The older orcess grinned widely in response to whatever Turiel had requested of her. “Oh, I fucking love that idea.” 

“What idea?” Everett asked, curious. 

“Watch and see,” Urzna answered with a wink. 

Turiel relaxed her body back against Urzna. As Everett watched, Urzna picked up her comparatively tiny “imp” of a sister, gripping her legs beneath her knees and spreading her legs back so that her body was folded in half, her legs spread upwards in a ‘V’ shape. Hefting her insignificant weight upwards, Everett watched with amazement as the burly orcess positioned Turiel’s tight green pussy right above his throbbing pillar. 

Now he understood what they were up to. Urzna was going to control the pace, sliding Turiel’s tiny green body up and down his prick like a fuckdoll. The debauchery of it all was nearly enough to make him climax on the spot. 

“Take a deep breath, sis. Here it comes.” 

Everett watched with bated breath, his eyes fixed on their point of union. Urzna let Turiel’s body drop ever so slightly, the half-gobliness’ green lips of her labia parting for his bulbous peach-colored cockhead. A steady flow of juices trickled from her tight pussy, easing his passage with ample lubrication. When it seemed like they were both ready and plenty wet, Urzna let Turiel’s body drop again ever so slightly, his cockhead finally popping inside her. 

“Oh fuck!” Turiel squealed with delight. “You’re i- inside me! Ev’s in-fuckin’-side me, Urz!” Turiel exclaimed, looking up at Urzna’s face above her, her head squished between Urzna’s massive green breasts. 

Urzna nodded, smiling from the sight of her younger sister and their new human stepbrother losing their virginities together. “Yes he is, sis. How’s it feel, your first cock?”

“He’s so f- fucking b- big!” Turiel gasped, though Everett could tell she was not in pain. “Feel fuckin’ amazing…”

Everett meanwhile was going out of his mind. Turiel’s tight green inner walls were massaging his shaft as he sank his way inch by inch inside her. Though he wasn’t even halfway in her yet, he could already tell that the exquisite tightness of his younger half-sister was a unique sensation, even if he had no frame of reference to compare it to anything else. 

“Maker, Turiel! I cannot believe how tight you are!”

“T- that’s my goblin side, handsome,” Turiel said with a wink. She looked back over her shoulder up at Urzna. “Yer arms getting tired holding me up like this yet, Urz?”

Urzna shook her head. “Not yet. You weigh hardly anything, Imp.”

“That right?” Turiel snickered. “In that case, lower me down more. I got more inches of human dick to take!”

Urzna chuckled, obliging her. Everett watched, gripping the bedsheets to steady himself as Urzna lowered Turiel’s pussy further down his cock. The velvety grip along his shaft only grew more intense as he watched more inches of his long, thick member disappear inside her, her tight green pussy bulging slightly as it was fed more of his comparatively massive pole. 

When over half his cock was inside her, he hit a wall, pressing against some fleshy barrier inside her. “Aww man, I wanted to get the whole thing inside me,” she pouted. 

“You’re too small, sis.”

“Ya, ya, I know. Think we can get the rest of him in my womb? Probably room in there for the rest of him, ya?”

Urzna shook her head. “Let’s…not try that just yet.”

Turiel nodded, her unkempt black hair clinging to Urzna’s chest behind her. “Fine, fine.” She chewed her lip, blushing as she shared a look with the human stepbrother whose cock was filling her love tunnel up. “You r- ready, Ev?”

He gulped, eagerly nodding. 

“You can, like, bounce me up and down his big, fat cock now, sis.”

Urzna grinned, gripping her spread-legged shorter sister firmly. “You got it.” Looking at Everett, she said, “hold on tight, Ev. You’re in for a bit of a ride, but I think you’re going to enjoy this.”

With that, Urzna lifted Turiel up off Everett’s long, pale shaft before she let her drop again. Turiel and Everett moaned together as her tight green pussy was once again filled by him. After the first couple drops, Urzna built up a steady rhythm, sliding her smaller sister’s body up and down Everett’s cock with increasing regularity as a wet squelching sound filled the room. A frothy mixture of her juices and his precum leaked from her tightly filled sex hole. Everett watched his adorable half-gobliness’ pert green breasts do figure eights in the air, dancing with the rhythm of her bouncing motions atop him. 

After just a few strokes, Turiel threw her head back toward Urzna, nearly hitting her older sister in the chin. “Fuck, fuck, lift me up, lift me up!”

Urzna drew Turiel’s pussy up off of Everett’s cock, a wet suctiony sound being emitted as his girth freed itself from her tight confines. The moment his fat flushed cockhead popped free of her, a volley of clear fluid was expelled from Turiel’s green cunt, dousing his chest. Turiel reached down and furiously rubbed her own pussy as her climax overtook her, a volley of her vaginal secretions covering her human stepbrother’s torso in mere seconds. “Oooo,” Turiel cooed blissfully. 

When her orgasm abated, Everett almost couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. He’d never seen a woman climax before; he’d only ever heard of it. But he didn’t expect it would be anything like that. Was this unique to orcesses or even to half-goblins like Turiel?

“Fucking hell, sis,” Urzna laughed, amazed. “That was a juicy one. And damn, that was quick.”

“Shaddup,” Turiel said, panting. “Ev felt…too damn good i- inside me. And days of fantasizin’ about ‘im turned me into a damned power keg that was just waitin’ to pop off.”

Biting her lip, Urzna met Everett’s gaze. “I know the feelin’, sis. Can’t wait for my turn now.”

The ragged, sweaty younger orcess looked tiredly down at Everett. “You gettin’ close, Ev?”

The human young man eagerly nodded. 

“Good,” Turiel said, smiling widely. “Slip ‘im back inside me, Urz.”

Urzna dropped Turiel’s body rather abruptly this time, both Everett and Turiel gasping from the sudden penetration of his cock skewering her too-tight pussy. “Oh Maker…I d- don’t think I’ll ever g- get used to that,” Everett groaned.

Urzna smiled, even as she kept raising and lowering Turiel’s body. “Turiel has natural tightness, true. But that’s nothing. Slip a finger inside me.”

Hesitantly, Everett straightened his pointer finger and gently pressed it into the tall, muscular orcess’ wet green pussy, ignoring the sensation of Turiel’s tight cunt milking him as well as he could. At first he felt nothing, but a moment later his eyes widened as he realized what she was doing. Her walls were rhythmically “hugging” his finger and then relaxing. 

“How about that, huh? Bet you never felt kegals as strong as mine before,” Urzna said proudly with a grin. 

He nodded, but this quickly devolved into a series of moans. Turiel was clenching down on him, as if attempting to milk him of his seed. “Oh Maker…I’m getting close,” Everett moaned. The half-gobliness’ tight pussy was going to be his undoing, her snug no-longer-virgin walls milking him rhythmically. 

Urzna grinned as she hefted her mewling half-sister’s insignificant weight up and down Everett’s long, thick pole. “You hear that, sis?” the older orcess whispered lasciviously, nibbling gently on Turiel’s pointy ear. “Ev’s fixing to blow. Where do you want his load?”

Turiel’s eyes widened from her sister’s words. “Inside me!” she gasped, as if fearful of any other alternative. “I want my belly to, like, bloat with human cum! When he’s - oh! - about to p- pop off, I want ya to slam me down deep so he’d blowin’ his seed right into my womb. Can ye d- do that for me, sis?”

Urzna smiled lustfully, her hands still clasped firmly behind the back of her little sister’s neck as she rapidly stroked her body up and down Everett’s prick. “Yes, I can do that for you, sis.”

Everett’s eyes widened from this sordid exchange shared between them. But he had little time to process this. Urzna took a deep breath and put her extraordinary strength to the ultimate use. Flexing her muscles, she began raising and lowering her much smaller sister’s sweat-glistening green body up and down his turgid shaft. Everett’s gaze was fixed on their point of union; Turiel’s tight green snatch was bulging out slightly from the strain of squeezing his long, thick cock past her lips. 

He watched as cock disappeared inside her and then slid out with a fresh sheen of her arousal. His cockhead pressed in on the tight ring of her cervix at the end of each stroke inside her. He ordinarily would not have pushed that deep inside her for fear of causing her pain, but given that Urzna was the one guiding their mating, the choice was out of his hands. And if there was any pain for her, she did a good job or masking it or the pleasure far outweighed it. 

“Oh Maker…I can’t hold b- back! Here it comes!” Everett gasped. He felt his cock twitching and he saw stars as a gush of liquid heat rushed up his shaft. He had masturbated before of course, but those meager orgasms were a thing of the past; they were simply nothing like this one. He didn’t know if he could ever go back to using his hand after this. His cock pressed deep, pushing against her cervix when he began shooting ropes of hot cum against her womb. He let out a gasp of bliss, his body going stiff as if struck by lightning as he thoroughly drenched the half-gobliness’ tight sex with his semen. Spurt after spurt left his body and entered hers; his orgasm felt like it did not have an ending.

“Oh fuckin’ Boshta!” Turiel swore. “I can feel it, sis! He just…won’t stop cumming. So fuckin…warm.”

Urzna grinned, pressing her younger sister down so that Everett would blow his load deep, as requested. Turiel let out shrill moans, shuddering in Urzna’s grip as she was in the throes of yet another orgasm in tandem with Everett inseminating her. He filled her tiny goblin womb in short order, and his cum was dripping out of her past the tight seal of her green pussy. 

When his climax finally ended, Turiel was left drooling above him, blissed out from the climax that sapped all the energy from her body. Urzna all at once relaxed her grip and let her smaller sister have her autonomy back. For all the good it did, as the half-gobliness immediately fell back on the bed, partially draped over Everett’s lower legs as her slender chest rose and fell with deep pants. 

Recovering from his own exquisite release, Everett let out a smile of satisfaction and a sigh of relief. He drew himself out of his spunky half-goblin stepsister, his cock escaping her with a soft wet pop. Lifting himself up off the bed to see his handiwork, he saw that Turiel was laying on her back atop the bed, in a trance of sorts, his human seed leaking from her tight green sex. He could not help but laugh at her exhausted state.  

Urzna shared a look with him, and she gave him a grin and a nod, as if congratulating him for his performance. The older orcess saw the thick, white cum leaking from Turiel’s spread-open green pussy. She licked her lips as if she was staring at a cream-filled tart for dessert. 

Urzna was not going to waste this opportunity. Turiel was still exhausted and blissed out from the multiple orgasms and her womb packed full of Everett’s load. She just let out a small whimper as her older sister upended her whole smaller body. 

“Mm…what’re ye doin’, Urz?” Turiel tiredly mumbled as her body was turned upside down, her head on the bed while her naked lower parts were closer to Urzna’s face.

Urzna said nothing. Mischievously, the bigger, older orcess spread her younger sister’s slender green legs open. Her once-tight sex hole was perched in front of Urzna’s face - a gaping hole that had been thoroughly spread open by their new human stepbrother’s thick prick. It was now a bubbling, cream-filled reservoir of thick, white human semen. Urzna licked her lips like she had just successfully discovered a gold mine. 

“Hey sis?” Urzna asked. 

“Ya, Urz?”

“Remember how you and I celebrated you turning eighteen?”

“Oh wait a sec…don’t even think about- OH Boshta!” Turiel’s words were cut off with a swear as Urzna’s tongue plunged into Turiel’s cum-filled little green pussy. “G- greedy cum hungry b- bitch,” Turiel moaned. 

“Mmhmm,” Urzna intoned delightfully in her throat as she dipped her tongue in and out of her younger sister’s sperm soiled snatch, collecting as much of the delicious salty human cum as she could in the process. All the while, Everett watched this debauched display, completely dumbfounded. 

Turiel once again proved that she was naturally very sensitive, and it didn’t take much to set her off. No half-measures from this half-gobliness, apparently. She let out a shrill squeal and came within a few mere minutes of Urzna plunging her tongue in and out of her well-fucked sex. Her juices soaked her older sister’s mouth, and Urzna greedily drank the mixture of her juices and a thick leftover mess of his cum leaking from her pussy. 

Turiel collapsed onto the bed and Urzna mercifully let the gobliness rest finally, releasing her legs and letting her squat body flop down to the bed in a heap. She chuckled when she heard her spunky younger sister snoring a moment later. After a string of orgasms from her first human dick followed by an oral-induced climax from her half-sister, she was finally out for the count, at least for a little while. 

Everett found himself as stiff as steel from the incestuous display. Though he could fall back on the excuse that he had no blood relation to these orcish stepsisters of his, Urzna had no such excuse when it came to Turiel. And evidently that had not been the first time they’d used their mouths on each other. Despite how wrong such a display should have felt, all it did was arouse the everloving hell out of him more than he already had been aroused. 

Urzna, now free to pursue him with Turiel now taken care of, flashed him a hungry look, smiling at him. She crawled over to him atop the bed, sidestepping her snoring younger sister in the process. 

When she was mere inches away from him, she laced her fingers through his blond hair, pulling him into a deep kiss. Everett’s eyes widened when he tasted Turiel’s flavor on his tongue, along with some of his own. Pulling back, Urzna reached a hand down and stroked his cock with her strong, calloused green hand. 

“How do you want me, Ev?” she asked him, her tone husky. “How are you going to take care of me like you did Turiel?”

“I…” he began hesitantly. He thought for several moments. He did not want to appear indecisive at this point. Who was he kidding? By now, a number of fantasies had run through his head about all the ways he wanted to fuck his stepsisters, thanks to their days of incessant teasing. “I want you on your hands and knees.”. 

Urzna grinned. She did not say a word. The tall, buxom muscular orcess merely turned around, facing her ass toward him. She reached down and splayed her shaved green pussy open for him. Looking over her shoulder, the amazon orcess winked at him. 

“Get to it, brother. Do what you should’ve done when I was stuck in the stove,” she purred hungrily. 

Everett needed no more convincing. Stroking his erect cock, he shuffled himself up behind the orcess’ luscious green ass. He stroked his hand up and down her back, tracing his fingers over the array of scars that she’d obtained in her life as a fighter, just like her father. In contrast to Turiel’s slender, unscarred body, Urzna clearly had a warrior’s form, in more ways than one. But this only added to her allure. She and Turiel physically could not be more different from each other aside from their skin tone, but they both had qualities that appealed to him especially now that his lust for orc females had been unveiled.

He pressed the head of his cock up against her sodden green pussy. As he did though, Urzna did not give him the opportunity to tease her. Instead, she thrust her huge green ass back at him, burying him inside her silky depths as her ass clapped against his hips. He let out a sharp gasp as he was fully sheathed inside the tall, muscular orc female without any preamble. 

“No first time for me, brother. So don’t hold back,” she whispered, her voice breathy and dripping with unrestrained lust. “Give me that human cock nice and deep.”

He eagerly complied, gripping his older stepsister’s curvy green hips and thrusting himself as deeply inside her as he could. The sensation was a delightful one, even if she was not as tight as Turiel had been. It was a nice change of pace, however, as her younger sister’s grip on him had been damn near constricting. He slid his cock through Urzna’s slick, warm sex with relative ease thanks to how soaking wet she was. The arousal from manhandling Turiel during her first proper fuck with a human man had no doubt helped in this regard. 

Once he’d gone deep on the first thrust, he pulled back and then built up a rhythm, increasing his pace with each thrust. Urzna was letting out husky feminine moans as he began to give it to her harder, faster, his hips slapping against her luscious ass. Her full breasts danced and swayed beneath her with Everett’s movements as he pounded her juicy green sex from behind.

“You like the feeling of orc pussy, Ev?” Urzna asked lustfully, looking over her shoulder at him. 

“Maker, yes,” Everett gasped in response. She and her sister were like a drug. He didn’t know if a plain human woman would appeal to him again after this. 

Urzna grinned mischievously, pushing her ass back against his thrusts. “You’ve seen nothing yet. Get a feel of this, lover boy.”

Everett sharply gasped, gripping her toned body for purchase as he felt her inner walls rhythmically squeeze him. Tightening and then relaxing, over and over again through her deliberate efforts. Her muscle control was unnatural, and in an instant the tightness of her sex was on par with Turiel’s. 

“Told you that you’d like it,” Urzna chuckled, before her laugh devolved into another throaty moan. His cock feeling amazing for her as well, his length and girth stirring up wonderful sensations each time their skin slapped against each other. She was immensely thankful that her human stepbrother not only scratched her human fetish, but also had a tool that was nothing to scoff at. 

His stamina was put to the test now that Urzna had unleashed her superweapon. He held on for dear life but did not cease his movements in the slightest. He pushed himself in and out of her sex with deep plunges and strokes, gasping each time she deliberately clenched down around him on every push. 

The human eighteen-year-old’s hands were also not idle. Everett was stroking his hand over Urzna’s long raven-colored braid while he pushed a steady rhythm in and out of the burly orcess’ tight pussy. Urzna noticed this too, looking over her shoulder lustfully at him while her toned ass continued to push back against his thrusts. 

“I know you’re trying to be all gentleman-like, Ev, and waiting for my permission. And I love you for it. But there’s really no need. Go ahead and grab that braid and go as fast and as hard as you like. I can take it,” she purred, grinning at him. 

Obliging her, he gripped her enticingly long braid like the bridle for a horse and gave a slight tug. Urzna’s head jerked back, her burly green body arching back and she let out a deep animalistic grunt and moan. He began to time these salacious tugs of her braid with each moment he bottomed out and stretched her green cunt open with his cock. 

Urzna and Everett’s increasingly savage yet passionate fucking was rocking the bedframe, causing it to thump steadily against the wall. Urzna being reduced to a writhing mess was somehow even hotter for Everett than when Turiel had experienced the same, due to how comparatively composed the burly warrioress usually was and how intimidating her form was to him initially. 

“Fuck, Ev…I will not last much longe- oooh fuck!”

Curious as to what had prompted an even stronger gasp of pleasure from the buxom orcess, Everett groaned when he felt a tongue that was lapping at his cockflesh each time he pulled out of Urzna for another thrust. 

Unnoticed by Urzna or Everett amid their own passionate fucking, Turiel had slipped her smaller body underneath Urzna’s and had begun lapping at her pussy and Everett’s cock, letting out shameless, hungry sounds as she enjoyed her orcess & human cocktail. 

She pulled her mouth from her sister’s quim for a moment. “Tit for tat, sis,” she snickered before evidently diving back in, flicking her tongue away at Urzna’s green pussy while running her tongue up and down the pussy juice-soaked length of his shaft as he slid in and out of Urzna. 

These additional sensations propelled Everett and Urzna to their own release. Despite the sheer quantity of cum he’d filled Turiel with, Everett seemingly had endless reserves for his two stepsisters. Urzna’s climax hit just moments before Everett’s. And when she climaxed, her exquisitely tight kegals became even tighter for just a moment, as if she was attempting to draw the cum straight from his balls. 

And it naturally worked. 

He shoved himself inside the burly climaxing orcess, shuddering and gasping as the cum rushed up his shaft and fired in bursts inside her, filling her sex with his baby batter in several thick, sticky ropes. Turiel squealed beneath them when she realized that her siblings were cumming together, and she helped carry them through it, diddling Urzna’s clit while sucking Everett’s convulsing balls one after the other into her mouth.

Everett hugged Urzna’s back with a smile of bliss - one that she also wore as they basked in the afterglow. His erection was only now finally starting to wilt inside Urzna’s pussy, now that he’d thoroughly filled her sex with a small ocean of his pearly white human spunk. Their pink and green bodies respectively dripped with sweat from their intense workout. 

“So…tell me, Ev. You still have any regrets about having orcs in your family now?” Urzna asked, panting. 

“To tell you the truth,” he said breathily. “I only regret it didn’t happen sooner.” 

“I still think it woulda happened sooner if you’d let me suck ‘im off during his mum’s wedding, Urz,” Turiel piped up. Urzna chuckled at that. 

“Everett?” 

Everett, Urzna and Turiel both turned to the doorway of the room with a start. Maribel and Marvug were both standing there. His mother looked rather shocked by the sight that greeted them - her only son, naked, and with his two orcish stepsisters on either side of him, equally naked and sweaty. Her orc husband meanwhile shook his head with a half smirk, seemingly not all that surprised by his daughters’ antics. 

Everett gulped, Urzna rubbed the back of her neck, and Turiel tried to wipe away the facial mask of human cum and orcish femcum from her face. 

“Hiya, Maribel. Dad,” Turiel said with an awkward laugh. 

“We can, uh…” Urzna continued. 

“...explain?” Everett finished, turning right red as his mother's gaze fell upon his naked body. 

TO BE CONTINUED…