Yuled by the Orcs: A Holiday Monster Romance Tale (Orc Sworn) by Finley Fenn

Author:Finley Fenn [Fenn, Finley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

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When Lydia awoke the next morning, she was sore, and sticky, and sprawled wide on a soft, equally sticky fur. While a succulent, delicious scent wafted through the air, something like… frying meat?

And wait. Wait. Lydia’s eyes snapped open, and once again found the cozy little cabin. Now with bright morning sun streaming through its small windows, illuminating where Tryg was standing by the fireplace, wearing only a pair of low-slung trousers, and flipping something in a pan. While Ezog bustled around the little table, which seemed to be piled far higher than before. With what looked like treats, and bottles of cider and ale, and… wrapped packages?

Ezog’s big body had abruptly stilled, his eyes glancing toward Lydia in the bed — and for a choked, frozen moment, Lydia stared at him, and at his face. At where it was even more hideous in the bright light, all those scars and rips and imperfections on shocking, unnerving display. And for another strange, startled instant, it seemed utterly unthinkable that she had caressed him, kissed him, found such impossible pleasure with him…

But wait, that was already unease, and maybe even hurt, simmering in his watching eyes. And before she’d quite realized it, Lydia shoved her sticky body out of bed, and walked unsteadily toward him. Reaching for that broken, beautiful face, and pulling it down, and giving it a fierce, purposeful kiss.

“Morning,” she said shyly, once she’d drawn away. “Happy Yule, Ezog.”

Her cheeks felt very hot, suddenly, and then even hotter at the look of abject, unabashed awe in Ezog’s blinking eyes. “A-ach,” he stammered, his voice thick. “To — to you also, woman.”

Lydia’s face flushed even hotter, and thankfully she was soon rescued by Tryg, who came over with a smug, indulgent grin on his face. “You are both so shy and sweet, my pretty pets,” he said, with satisfaction, as he tilted Lydia’s face up for a brief, biting kiss, too. “Now, elskan, mayhap you shall ask our woman if you can empty that good load you’ve been nursing into her? And then help her bathe and dress for the day?”

His hand had dropped to grip teasingly at the obvious bulge in Ezog’s trousers, even as he gave Lydia a sly, knowing wink. “He’s been eyeing your pretty form all this morn, sweet thing,” he informed her. “Could scarce hear a word I spoke, ach?”

With that, Tryg casually strode back to the fireplace, swiping for his pan. And Lydia could have sworn that Ezog’s deep green cheeks were flushing too, his hand rubbing shyly at the back of his neck. “Sh-should you?” he said, with a wince. “Wish for — more? From — me?”

But Lydia was already nodding, her body shivering with nervousness, or anticipation. And when Ezog led her back to the bed, she willingly climbed onto her hands and knees, and gasped as she felt gentle hands carefully opening her up, spreading her apart. And then that plump, already-familiar cock slowly, gently eased itself inside, while she moaned and shuddered around it.

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