Page 11 of The Orc's Twink
"You're thinking too loudly," Namosh rumbled, his chest vibrating against my cheek.
I chuckled weakly. "Sorry. This is all just... a lot to process."
"Ask your questions," he encouraged, his fingers still combing through my hair. "I will answer what I can."
I hesitated, not wanting to break the peaceful moment. But my curiosity won out. "What happens now? With us, I mean. What does being your mate actually entail?"
Namosh shifted slightly, adjusting our position so he could look into my eyes. "Among my people, finding one's true mate is sacred. It means our souls are bound, destined to walk the same path." His expression grew serious. "But I understand humans have different customs. Different expectations. I would not force our ways upon you."
"I'm not saying no," I clarified quickly. "I just... need to understand what I'm saying yes to."
His face softened. "Fair enough. Traditionally, mates live together, build a life together. But we would not be exclusive to each other sexually. I would not deny you the joys of sex by demanding you be monogamous.” He paused, waiting for my reaction. “Does that sound agreeable to you?”
“It doesn’t sound strange,” I nodded. “Living together might take time since we really don’t know each other.”
“I agree.”
“And…” I paused for a moment, worried my thoughts might get misinterpreted.
“It’s okay,” Namosh said, his fingers stroking my hip. “Be honest.”
I swallowed hard. “Well… I was invited here by a werewolf. And I was hoping to… you know…”
“Ride him?” Namosh grinned.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Do you know his name?”
“Grimbolc,” I replied, looking up at Namosh.
His eyes flickered with recognition as a wide smile filled his face. “Grimbolc is a good friend of mine! We have shared many a twink like you between us.” He leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind doing it again. We make a great team, stuffing our prey from either end until they can’t take any more. Usually it draws a crowd.”
My spent cock twitched against Namosh’s belly and his smile widened.
“Don’t you worry, little one,” he grinned. “We’ll take good care of you.”
I just kissed him. It’s all I could do because there was no way I could ever explain how lucky I felt or how excited I was to be absolutely destroyed by my new massive orc mate and a hot werewolf at the same time. What more could a boy ask for?
