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It took some convincing, but Russell persuaded Lope to lead him to a water source. Despite enjoying the wolf's scent slathered all over him, Russell's ripeness was starting to bother him, and the mud from his first encounter with the wolf, though most of it peeled off, gave him uncomfortably itchy skin. Though he wouldn't be able to use soap, water would have to be good enough.

The pool that the werewolf took him to was beautifully pristine, with light blue water, surrounded by waist-high bushes and a small waterfall. Russell almost felt guilty for dirtying the water as he slid in with a sigh. Still, the water, warmed by the midmorning sun, was just the right temperature, and he felt himself melt into the transparent depths until only his head was above water.

Lope was far less willing to get into the water, but Russell coaxed him as he would a frightened puppy, and the filthy werewolf joined him eventually. With each step, his fluffy tail released brown clouds of mud into the water, and it became clear that the wolf's fur was several shades lighter than Russell thought. Was this his first time getting clean? Judging by the strong smell the wolf put off, it very well might be.

Experimentally, the human took hands full of water and dumped it over the wolf's dark grey hair. Just as his tail fur had, it shed more dirt than he thought was possible. The wolfman grumbled softly, but once Russell dug his hands into the moist mop of hair, he let out a growl of pleasure and relaxed back into the grooming. Gently, Russell eased the tangles from the wolf's untamed mop and massaged the filth from it. He was much more handsome without all of the knots in his shaggy hair, and Russell mused that the wolfman would never have needed a date in his world. He'd have people throwing themselves at him with one look at those smoldering grey eyes.

When his hands reached the wolf's ears, he noticed a distinct change in the man's demeanor. Like a blissed-out dog having its belly rubbed, he let out a low, pleased growl, and as Russell took a firmer grip on the wolfman's ears, he could see the man's cock twitch under the water. With an evil grin, he continued the massage. The werewolf was soon thrusting his hips, his cock throbbing madly and his eyes almost rolling back in his head. It seemed Russell had found a weak spot. He filed away this bit of information for later. Tricks like this could come in handy if he craved a pounding.

When he let go, the werewolf's eyes were gleaming, and a bit of drool rolled down the corner of his mouth. He found himself shoved up against the pool's wall, and that throbbing cock jabbed at his own as if in a challenge. He was happy to oblige, lifting his hips and allowing that massive appendage to roll against his well-used entrance.

Before the werewolf could penetrate him, a rustle in the bushes by the pool disturbed their tryst. The shrubs parted, and a heavy, green-skinned creature in worn leather armor stepped through. Its wide nose twitched, and the corners of its tusked mouth pulled up when it noticed their compromising position. It was a he if the leather-covered bulge was any indication.

Any fantasy lover would recognize an orc, and Russell was no exception, but had they always been so attractive? A thick, braided mane of black hair, masculine features with bright blue eyes, and muscular, shimmering biceps cemented the newcomer as one of the most attractive monsters Russell had ever seen. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't wondering what the orc was hiding under his loincloth. It had to be big, right? With a bulge that size, there was no way that he was packing any less than a forearm of dick.

Lope started to growl, but the orc put up a hand in a supplicating gesture. "Calm down, dog. I just came here to clean myself." His large hands gripped his leather trousers and tugged them down, revealing a massive pair of smooth green balls and an uncircumcised cock that sat heavily between them. Russell felt his mouth water, and he contemplated asking Lope if he was willing to share with others. Temptation only grew as the orc turned around to place his gear at the water's edge. Thick, perfectly round orbs clenched softly and bounced, their hairy surface glistening with sweat. The kind of ass that a man would die to touch.

The orc joined them in the water, an eyebrow-raising as he noticed their combined arousal. "Well, now. I thought I smelled something interesting." As he got closer, his nose twitched, and he sniffed Russell. "The name's Durz. You must be the source of the smell that led me here." His green anaconda was affected, and Russell marveled at the half-hard glory floating below the water's surface. "No wonder that mutt's guarding you so jealously."

Thankfully once the orc introduced himself, Lope stopped his growling, though he still seemed wary, and his cock pressed against Russell's ass as if he didn't want to lose his claim to his Mate. Once Russell rubbed the wolfman's ears, all aggression melted away, and his tail wagged, sending ripples through the water. Maybe he would be okay with sharing if Russell approached the situation correctly.

He couldn't let this opportunity pass him. Russell cleared his throat and reached out to touch one of the orc's pecs, guiding the horny wolf's to the other and giving him a pointed look. The orc didn't step backward, flexing the bouncing muscles. As Lope had been, the man seemed just as smitten with Russell. He made a mental note to investigate the strange scent the orc mentioned. Maybe it was the reason for Lope's instant attraction to him, even in his wolf state.

As he tugged the orc's nipple, Russell noticed that massive green cock was at full mast, flopping against the man's fat-covered abdominals with a wet slap. "I take it you two don't have a problem with sharing, then? Good. I thought I'd have to spend the day with my hand." The orc's chest rumbled, and he leaned forward to catch Lope's head in one large hand, his thick lips mashing against the wolf man's. At first, Lope seemed to resist, but the orc was talented, and before long, he was returning the glistening man's passion, his tail fanning the water and his ears twitching. Clawed fingers dug softly into the orc's pecs, and he pressed against him, letting his cock kiss the orc's massive uncircumcised monster.

When the kiss broke, it was Russell's turn, and he felt his chest tighten when those pillowy green lips met his. The orc was a talented kisser, and his tongue danced against Russell's rather than dominating it as Lope would often try to do. He tasted different than Lope did, as well. Instead of the mixture of dog drool and the fruits that the wolfman loved, Durz tasted smokey, as if he'd just finished a pipe. It would be easy to get addicted to the orc's kiss, but unfortunately, it had to end, and as he pulled away, the orc climbed from the pool, his ass dominating Russell's view and drawing a low growl from Lope.

The wolf and human followed the tantalizing green orbs to the sunny spot the orc chose, gasping in unison as those soft but powerful ham hands rolled over their cocks. Green lips smirked, and the buff orc slid to his knees before the turgid offerings. It would seem that the orc wasn't opposed to pleasing others.

Lope was again the first to endure the orc's affections, and from the look on his face, those soft green lips were just as talented with a cock as they were with a kiss. Careful of his upward-facing tusks, the orc was bobbing gently over Lope's cock. Thick drool sheened the cock he was working, juicy sounds filling the clearing as Lope leaned heavily against Russell's arm. He was almost insulted by the wolf's reaction, as he seemed to be enjoying Durz oral attention even more than his efforts. Still, he had to admit that the orc looked as if he was talented. He took Lope's cock to the base, and Russell could see his thick tongue rolling out to slide over lupine balls. Lope whined, and an expression that Russell could only describe as intensely overstimulated painted the werewolf's face.

When Durz pulled from Lope's cock and dove onto Russell's, all thought left his head. Those lips were indeed talented, and he felt his balls would be sucked through his cock by the talented cocksucker. His knees went weak, and he rested his hands on the orc's head to steady himself. Blue eyes stared up at him, then one winked, and he felt the orc's tongue wrap around his shaft and roll over the sensitive head. Fucking hell, he was good with his mouth. Sloppy, drooling bobs drew groans from Russell's mouth and weakened his knees. Goddamn, the orc didn't even gag when his cock slid to the root, and he felt that talented tongue repeat the trick he used on Lope, though his balls easily cupped in the talented appendage's grip.

Pillowy lips pulled from Russell's cock long before he could cum, and he almost begged the orc to continue, but the green-skin had other plans. Demanding hands pulled Russell to the ground, and the orc raised himself to all fours, shaking his round ass at Lope. An appreciative groan left the man's mouth as Lope's cock found its target, and he drowned it in Russell's lips. His smoky flavor mixed with the unmistakable taste of pre and salty cock sweat, invading Russell's mouth and drawing a muffled noise from the human's throat.

As the orc again took his cock into that heavenly maw, Russell had a perfect view of Lope's pounding thrusts. Fat green cheeks wobbled against the force of his humps. Judging by the tongue hanging out of the wolfman's mouth, Durz's ass was as good as his mouth, and the wolfman's cock was being treated to a heavenly experience if the needy pull of the orc's hole along his shaft was any indication. With each withdrawal from that greedy hole, it looked as if the orc's entrance tried to suck the wolfman back in, and wet, sloppy noises filled the air from their frenzied rutting.

Despite Lope's body-shaking thrusts, Durz never faltered in his oral ministrations. Russell gripped his braided hair, thrusting up into each slurping bob, feeling the telltale tightness in his stomach that always accompanied an orgasm. Before he could finish, the orc's strong hands pinned his hips, and the sucking tempo slowed to a stop, leaving him throbbing in the grip of the talented cocksucker's lips. Only once his cock slowed in its wild throbbing did the orc continue, his tongue lolling over the tortured shaft. Again and again, Russell's orgasm was brought close by the orc's drooling mouth, his cock growing impossibly hard. When he reached the point where a stiff breeze could finish him off, Durz could barely run his tongue over the length without Russell feeling his balls boil with suppressed need.

The orc slid off of Russell's length with a mischievous smile, letting its painfully hard length roll against his lips with each pulse, licking and kissing along its length as precum rolled down the shaft to stain his face. "Mmm. No big finish until you're inside my ass, kid. I need breeding." The amorous orc huffed against his shaft, reveling in the scent of his copious pre. He almost seemed drunk off of their combined efforts.

Thankfully, Lope finished after Russell's cock started to feel as if it would explode, stiffening and hilting his member in that juicy green ass in apparent orgasm. The orc groaned, and it was clear that the pulse of seed pumping into his ass was scratching an itch for the experienced bottom. Russell could feel a wet trail of drool oozing down over his cock, coating his length, and the orc gave his dick one last soft kiss on the piss slit.

A wet pop filled the air, and Lope's cock came into view, coated in thick seed and still drooling. The orc wasted no time and replaced the lupine cock with Russell's. That sloppy hole was far too hot and too slick for Russell to last, and his torturously edged cock erupted nearly immediately into the orc. Durz sat heavily on Russell's lap, grinding hard to milk every drop from him, and Russell could see that the orc's cock pulsed in time with every spurt. That glorious green ass was surprisingly loose, and Russell wondered how experienced the orc was. The man's hole felt like it could take a horse's cock, with room to spare, but it clenched so expertly that Russell felt his orgasm would never end.

The greedy green cumslut hadn't finished yet, and as one of his hands took over his big, foreskin-covered cock, he rolled his hips to slide Russell's cock in and out of his slick hole and pulled the recuperating wolfman over with a soft grip on his balls. Lope's cock disappeared between greedy lips. With his ass and mouth both occupied, the orc stroked himself, and as he slurped the last drops of seed from Lope's cock he let out a muffled moan. His prodigious green cock rained down strong-smelling cum over Russell's entire body, and his pleasantly loose ass clenched down like a vice, making Russell wince as his overly sensitive cock was gripped.

"Fucking hell, you two know how to breed." After sliding from Russell's shaft, the orc stuffed three fingers into his ass and idly fingered himself before his fingers slid into his mouth, and he cleaned them with that talented tongue. He contemplated the two spent men, then seemed to decide something. "I don't mean to be presumptuous, but I'm currently looking for a new home. You two wouldn't happen to be looking for some company?" The dual filling also influenced the orc's decision if the dreamy look on his face and the lewd squish of fingers in his sloppy ass were any indications.

Jackpot. Russell fervently thanked his luck. "I don't mind! But this place was Lope's before I showed up, so you should probably ask him." The human hoped that the wolf would say yes, if only so that he could enjoy the orc's ass again.

As the orc turned towards the wolf, he caught a stream of piss across his face. That seemed to be the wolf's go-to. Durz leaned back and let the golden stream coat his muscular form, drawing a nod of approval from the wolf. "Green Mate can stay. Feels good."

The three men slid back into the warm water, and Russell thanked his lucky stars for whatever had sent him to this new world. Old Russell would never have spent any time with men half as sexy as his two new friends. He hadn't even lost his virginity until Lope's brute form ravaged him. It was freeing to give in to his desires like this.

Russell's mind wandered back to the orc's words. Clearing his throat, he broke the comfortably floating silence. "So, Durz. You mentioned the way I smell. What exactly do you mean?" The orc's blue eyes lazily drifted open, and his nose wiggled. He leaned in and gave Russell's wet, brown hair a contemplative snort.

"I'm not sure. You smelled like wolf musk, but underneath all of it, it's as if there's this undercurrent of attraction that's hard to explain." His heavy hand rubbed his chin. "I suppose it's like an Orc's Heat? Irresistible musk that forces anyone nearby to rut." Indeed, just the one sniff seemed to awaken the orc's member, despite its recent use.

Lope nodded at Durz's assessment, though his explanation was far less wordy. "Smell like sex." He leaned in and took a deep sniff of Russell's hair, and Russell could see his spent cock twitch under the crystalline waters.

Interesting. Perhaps whatever sent Russell to this new world gifted him with this talent? He certainly wasn't complaining, though if he had this effect on the more agreeable(and attractive) monsters, he shuddered to think of what would happen around more eldritch creatures. Making a mental note to avoid anything undead, he relaxed and let the waters wash away the combined fluids of the day.

Durz proved to be quite handy, and Russell watched in awe as the burly man used an ax to down several trees near Lope's cave. From the timber, a home began to rise. Though Durz didn't finish before nightfall, his glistening muscles made quick work of the construction process, and before he finished work for the day, his project's foundation had already taken shape.

The orc wiped the sweat from his forehead and flashed his audience a tusked grin. Durz's body shined with a thin layer of steaming perspiration, and Russell swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over the orc's hairy, glistening ass crack. The green-skin noticed his stare and sauntered over, letting his leather loincloth fall. "Admiring my work ethic? We orcs are known for manual labor." That sweaty cock swayed hypnotically, and Durz noticed Russell's hungry stare. With a wide grin, the orc rested his stiffening member on Russell's cheek to invite him to investigate his cock further.

The orc's foreskin was oily and tasted of sweat and moist skin, with a hint of something tangy that made Russell's mouth water as he licked along the tip of the orc's hooded cock. Glistening beads of sweat disappeared into his mouth, and he shuddered as that massive cock grew to full mast under his woefully small tongue. Still, Durz wasn't complaining, and Russell caught a pearly drop of pre straight from the source when he dipped his tongue into the orc's foreskin. Long, wet licks showed that massive member the care it deserved, and Russell felt his mind grow hazy with lust. If only he could open his mouth wide enough to suck the orc's cock.

Russell's hands couldn't meet when placed at either side of the massive green cock, but he softly stroked along its moist length with a gentle grip. Peeling back its foreskin, he slid his tongue into the member's slit, his tongue rolling over the inner walls and drawing a moan from the orc's lips. Passionately, he kissed along that juicy cockhead as slurping, deep licks explored the silky piss slit. Sloppy and thick, precum rolled from the orc's slit and stained Russell's face, submerging his world in a masculine musk that made his head swim.

Torn from his revelry by a firm green hand, Russell's pre-coated face was pulled back from that massive cock, and the orc huffed as he looked down at his sloppy handiwork. "Fuck, kid, you love cock just as much as I do." The orc turned around, and Russell snuck a deep sniff of that wobbling green ass, shivering as the earthy musk took over his senses. Before he could put his tongue to work, that moist posterior came to rest on his lap, swallowing up his hard cock with practiced ease.

The orc's insides were just as plush as his soft ass cheeks, and the day's exertion had heated that moist hole to a sweltering sauna of pleasure. Practiced bounces rolled that loose pucker over Russell's member with wild abandon, filling the air with lewd squishing sounds. Russell felt his cock would melt within that glistening ass, and he held onto the orc's hips for dear life. He couldn't last long under that grasping orc hole's needy pulses, and he soon felt himself throb, releasing the orc's prize in thick, ropey shots.

Russell's first orgasm didn't slow the orc's fevered riding, and he gritted his teeth as his oversensitive cock was given no quarter. The orc chuckled evilly at his efforts to squirm away. "Oh no, you don't. I'm draining those balls this time. Give it all to daddy." It seemed he had no choice in the matter, and he gripped the orc's waist, giving an ass cheek a resounding smack that made the orc clench down hard.

And so Russell's cock was forced, again and again, to pump creamy loads deep within the orc's greedy hole. His hips felt as if they would turn to dust before the night ended, and he breathed a sigh of relief when that puffy entrance slid from his half-hard cock, hours later. His cock reddened with exertion, and the soft breeze made him shudder. Thin, watery, and pitiful, his final load oozed from his messy shaft, and he felt as if he'd just had his soul sucked from his body by that slutty hole.

As the orc fingered his ass on all fours, Russell couldn't help but admire the work his cock had done on the cumslut's ass. Sloppy with overflowing loads of seed and puffy with use, it gripped at the orc's exploring fingers. A groan heralded the orc's orgasm, and his cock painted the dirt with pearly streams of cum.

Lope returned shortly after, sniffing the air and smirking when he realized what had transpired while he was off gathering fruits for their shared dinner. Russell worried that he would feel left out, but the werewolf's slap of Durz's upturned ass and playful growl dispelled the human's fears. As he inspected the new fruit Lope brought him, Russell wondered how the orc would fare with Lope's rapacious counterpart. That bitchbreaker of a knot would probably drive the orc wild.

As they ate the exotic fruits, the orc explained his solitude. When he was young, he was much like any other orc and was quite popular with the ladies. He was considered a great warrior, but something always felt as if it were missing. One day, while excessively drunk, he was pinned to a table and bred by another orc, and his life changed. He loved every second of being filled and would seek out the company of the other orcs, draining all of their balls before a battle. However, he was too accomplished at what he did. The women grew jealous of their Mates' wandering eyes. As the tribe's birth rate declined, they tried to kill him. And so he was forced from his home and drifted, avoiding human settlements, until he came to Lope's forest.

Poor Durz. Russell sympathized with the orc's plight, similar to his in that they were both far from home and had no way to return. However, where he had found freedom, Durz only found solitude. Even Lope seemed moved and hugged the poor orc, though his limited vocabulary no doubt stopped him from expressing it.

Crowded as it was, Lope's bed was incredibly comfortable for Russell. Sandwiched between Durz's pillowy chest and Lope's warm embrace against his back, he couldn't think of anywhere he'd rather be. As the sleeping werewolf's cock rubbed between his ass cheeks, he joined the others in slumber.