Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 25

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"Anu's beard! You're both so big!" I stammered.

Taking a moment, I allowed myself to look at the naked forms of Baldur and Khagra, their bodies bathed in the soft, muted glow of the Orc King's chamber.

After leaving the hot springs and heading back to my room, I quickly realised that my bed was not big enough to accommodate all three of us. Khagra had then suggested that we go to Baldur's as he had a very large and comfortable bed that would more than suit our needs.

It was as if the dim lighting conspired to accentuate every contour and detail of their bodies, inviting me to truly observe them in all their exposed vulnerability. I permitted my eyes to linger, absorbing every inch of their magnificent silhouettes with a mix of curiosity and a touch of self-consciousness, captivated by the raw beauty laid bare before me.

Baldur's cock was remarkable, nearly rivalling the girth and length of my forearm, or at least it appeared that way to me. The prominent shaft boasted a substantial thickness, with intriguing ridges along the sides, while the bulbous head displayed a distinguished crown with a notable slit at its tip.

Khagra, too, possessed a shaft of similar size and stature. I noticed that the ridges on his cock were slightly more defined and while Khagra did share the same magnificent proportions as the Orc King, his shaft bore a slight difference, a subtle hint of added thickness that made it all the more enticing.

In fact, the sheer magnitude of both Baldur and Khagra left an indelible impression that made it hard to look away. Their naked forms were a testament to their strength and beauty and I found myself panicking slightly.

"Those are never going to fit!" I exclaimed, not meaning to speak out loud.

Khagra chuckled softly and replied, "Don't worry, it'll fit..."

My eyes widened as I watched him take Baldur's manhood into his hand, pulling at the foreskin so that more of the bulging head and seeping slit were revealed. It was impossible to avert my gaze from the hypnotic scene before me and I had to bite my inner cheek to keep from moaning when Baldur's hand reached for his best friend's shaft in return.

"Our girl likes to watch," Khagra murmured to Baldur, who groaned in response.

In the dimly lit chamber of the Orc King, this unexpected scenario that played out before my bewildered eyes held me in a momentary trance and I had to remind myself to breathe. The flickering light cast dancing shadows on the rugged stone walls, adding an air of mystique to the atmosphere.

Had someone told me beforehand that tonight I would find myself sitting naked on Baldur's bed, locked in an intense gaze with him and Khagra while they both stood naked before me, stroking each other, I would have dismissed it as a mere fantasy.

Yet, here I was, suspended between disbelief and the chilling reality that fate had other plans for me. I could just hear Mahala shouting in triumph if she only knew what I was up to right now.

As my gaze continued to look at the two powerful Orcs before me, a mixture of awe, intrigue, and a tinge of apprehension coursed through my veins. I found myself fascinated, unable to tear my eyes away from the exposed forms of these two remarkable figures, so different yet undeniably connected in this intimate moment.

Baldur, the Orc King, commanded attention with his sheer presence. The power and authority that emanated from him were palpable, leaving me speechless at his formidable stature. My eyes lingered, captivated by the undeniable strength etched into his being before I shifted my attention back to Khagra. A warrior of unmatched prowess, Khagra's bared skin unveiled a masterpiece of sculpted muscle.