Fated To The Orc King

Chapter 31

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"Fuck me she's exquisite, no?" Khagra murmured in my ear.

Izara appeared beautifully dishevelled; the aftermath of our passionate night evident in every aspect of her appearance. Her curly hair was delightfully tangled, her brown skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and faint bruises marked her body as a testament to the fervour of our desires.

I could not help but revel in the sight; it excited me just as much as the traces of pleasure left on Khagra's body from last night. Despite the reasonable expectation of weariness, I discovered an insatiable desire rising once more within me; a longing for both of them, a magnetic pull that seemed to override any sense of fatigue.

"Go shower," I told them. "I'm just going to check on something within the camp and I'll be back soon."

I direct a stern glance at Khagra, my words carrying a subtle weight as I warned him. "Don't start until I return. You can play, but no orgasms."

Turning the same look towards Izara, I emphasized, "The same rule applies to you, love."

In response, she offered a saucy grin. "I shall do my best to remember that directive. But if you want to make sure that we behave, I suggest that you don't take too long."

There was no need for them to question why I had to step away momentarily. Given the threat of the impending war, a crucial responsibility compelled me to temporarily disengage. Each morning demanded my attention as I assessed the situation by consulting with the scouts who returned from their nocturnal missions. It was a strategic measure driven by the urgent need to gather intelligence and adapt our tactics accordingly.

So far, things had been calm, too calm for my liking, and I could not help but feel as though something bad was about to happen.

If anything fatal ever happened to me, I knew that Khagra would safeguard Izara. His proficiency in handling threats was nothing short of extraordinary, his approach ruthlessly efficient when it came to quelling dangers. Thus, there lingered no shred of doubt within me that Khagra would go to great lengths to ensure Izara's safety, just as he would for my own.

The sudden sound of Izara's yelp pulled my attention back to them.

Khagra's playful demeanour caught Izara off guard, prompting an involuntary jump as a surprised squeal escaped her lips. The suddenness of his actions heightened her reactions, especially when his hand delivered a playful, yet unexpected, smack to her backside. The sound of his hearty laughter filled the air, a testament to his penchant for light-hearted mischief. This spontaneous interaction painted a vivid contrast against the weight of the situation that surrounded us, momentarily lifting the mood in the room.

"Come on, Izara. Your pussy is calling my name!"

"Why must you always be so damn crude!" she retorted with a playful eye-roll.

Even as he moved toward the bathroom, Izara recognized the opening presented before her. In a move that showcased her initiative, she leaned in with a touch of urgency, capturing my lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The tenderness in that moment contrasted with the surrounding energy, a reminder of the intimacy that existed between us amidst the chaos.

"Don't worry about us, take your time, we'll be waiting for you," her words, though light-hearted, conveyed a steadfast promise.

I grasped her hips, drawing her close, relishing in the warmth of her skin. A teasing grin tugged at my lips, "I acknowledge your willingness to be patient, but I know you and Khagra far too well. Like I said before, no orgasms until I return."