Magnus x orcs

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Magnus breathes, lungs tight as a large Orcish hand snakes around his middle, "I /never/ do this."

The hand presses short nails into his gut, and the hair on the back of his neck prickles as the man behind him huffs. "You're the one who hit /us/ up on Craig's list, remember?"

A tut from in front of him keeps Magnus from responding. Both he and the orc who's lap he's sitting on inhale sharp at the sight; an orc woman, all curves and muscle, struts through the doorway to stand before them in nothing but heels and a leather corset.

"Now now," she starts, shoes clacking on the floorboards as she strides over to meet them on the bed, "be polite, dear. Magnus here is our guest."

"Beautiful, isn't she?" the male orc breathes - Magnus /really should/ remember their names, but there's no chance of it with that broad palm moving lower - and then; "Sorry. Yeah. If you want out, Magnus, we can--"

"Wh- No, I'm good. /Really/ good. Just… lots to process, here." Magnus assures them, looking between them both. He's /definitely/ good. They're both gorgeous, and accomodating, and… /big/. Like he wanted. Like he /needs/.

"In that case," the woman starts, lifting his chin with one filed-sharp claw, "why don't we put you to use, hm?"

The orc holding him shifts, and Magnus can /feel/ the heat from his thickened cock. His own body is foregoing its nerves for interest also, warmth pooling at his groin. "Y-Yeah. Yes."

One finger on his chin turn to five around his jaw. "Yes /who/?"

That hits him like electricity. "Yes ma'am!" He hurries, and vaguely he registers a deep chuckle behind him.

"Obedient for you already, Arda. I like that."

"So do I." Arda croons, releasing Magnus' face. He doesn't mean to, but his gaze drops to her exposed cunt, eyes going wide when she raises a leg to near his shoulder. "Why don't you occupy yourself while Rath preps your pretty ass, hm?"

Magnus can't be sure if it's the compliment, or the way Rath shifts behind him, inadvertently pushing him towards her open thighs, or any number of other factors, but he whines loud enough that they both huff laughter above him.

"You're big for a human, hm?" The male starts, manhandling him until he's on all fours, "Plenty to grab, but still make all those cute human noises. We've got ourselves a good catch."

/Yes/, he thinks, as he licks his lips and leans forward to lick at Arda's clit, /talk about me like I'm not here./

She's musky to taste, but not by any means bad. After the earthy sulphur of Julia's tiefling body - and even before, if he's honest with himself - he finds his mouth watering at any anatomy, so long as the person attached treats him well.

He's barely past teasing before Rath's fingers are prodding at him, two stretching him with efficient, practiced ease. Magnus can't help but wonder how many times the couple have been in this kind of situation, if he's just the latest in a long line of rented men they've wined and dined and fucked stupid. They treated him special enough, but there's an appeal in being completely unimportant too, a means to an end more than a /person/. When his jaw starts to get lazy, Arda smacks his cheek gently, and it's exactly what he needs in order to push his mind fully underwater, let the anxiety in his chest float away.

The third finger in his ass slips in easy after that, feels /good/ in the exact right way, and the drag of Rath's calloused hand inside him is enough to make Magnus ache for a hand on his dick. He whines around Arda's thick folds, gasps when blunt teeth bite at the swell of his ass. Her slick keeps his mouth tethered to her by a few thin ribbons, which has him thinking of how /good/ she'd feel to fuck, if he'll be /allowed/--

"Gone a little quiet there, sweetheart. You good?" Arda's voice is pitched lower than it was before, or maybe it's just the water and cotton in his brain blocking his ears from the inside out. He nods dumbly, wipes his mouth with one shaky arm.

"Definitely! Really /really/ good. What's… what do you guys wanna do now?" Speaking so much makes Magnus feel winded, doubly so when Rath twists his fingers inside him.

"We were thinkin' maybe we'll swap, hm? Wouldn't wanna deny the missus the joy of fucking your tight little ass."

Arda laughs, fixing Rath with a faux dirty glare. "You just want to finish in his throat!"

The fingers inside him twist again and then are gone, the sudden emptiness making him whimper. "Yeah, you caught me." He feels when Rath leaves the bed and joins his wife at Magnus' mouth, a hand on his jaw turning him this way and that. "How's your gag reflex, pretty?"

Magnus can't help but grin, the good kind of anxiety beginning to flutter in his chest now. "Don't have one."

Rath smiles back, all teeth, as he reaches his other hand down to the lacing on his pants. "Oh, Craig's List is gonna love you."