Zar's thick cock slipped out of Duuhra's dripping pussy and Dinae was there to catch it in her mouth, looking up from between Duuhra's legs. Her mistress was bent over the edge of the bed, hungrily savoring the elf's little cunny with her long tongue. Dinae cleaned Zar's thick shaft, tasting the combination of her lovers' joining. When her orc master was soft and clean, she released him and leaned up to clean Duuhra as well. She caught the leaking mixture of cum and juices running out of the folds of her mistress's pussy on her tongue.
Duuhra twitched and gasped at the tongue-lashing her abused pussy was getting. Her orgasm, after Zar's vigorous pounding left her overly sensitive, and the elf was hitting all the right spots. Her knees started to shake as she neared another orgasm. It wasn't long before Dinae pushed her over the edge for a second time that morning. She rolled to the side to avoid falling, limp, over the elf's growing stomach.
Dinae sat up on the bed next to Duuhra. Zar was washing his face from a wood basin nearby, and wiping the sweat from his muscled torso with a towel. The elf ran her hands through her hair and down her distended, tender breasts. Her nipples had started to feel less sore in the days since her piercing. Her breasts seemed to have grown exponentially over the last week or so as her body prepared for the care and nurturing of her baby. Her hands came away damp and she looked at them in confusion, for a moment thinking her piercings might be infected.
"What's wrong, pet?" Duuhra saw her look.
"I don't know." Dinae touched a finger to her nipple and it came away with a pale, translucent droplet of fluid.
Duuhra moved closer and smiled, sitting on the bed next to the elf. She ran her thumb over Dinae's hard nipple, which made her jump and take in a sharp breath. The orc woman put her thumb in her mouth, which added to the elf's confusion.
"Your milk has come," Duuhra reassured her. "Nothing is wrong at all."
Dinae had a moment of elation, and fear. She was so happy to be pregnant with Zar's child. Of course, she'd known for weeks now, but the changes in her body were becoming more real. What was once a concept she had heard about, was quickly becoming a physical reality. What if something happened to her, or the baby? Would she be a good mother? Would she face issues with the other orcs? Would her child? A plethora of worries and fears washed over her mind too quickly for her to keep up.
"Everything will be all right," Duuhra said, lifting Dinae's chin to get her attention. The elf's fears were plain on her face.
Dinae nodded. She'd had no siblings, so didn't see her mother go through a pregnancy. They'd talked about it when she was younger, but that had all been abstract. She always thought her mother would be there when the time came, and suddenly she missed her family a great deal. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes against all attempts to fight them.
It was Duuhra's turn to be caught off guard. She did not know how to handle such an emotional reaction, or why it was happening. Zar approached from the basin and saw the state the elf was in. It was something he'd learned about in his time with them, but he knew if this were to work Duuhra would have to learn too.
He put his hand on his mate's shoulder. "Hold her," he whispered in her ear.
Trusting in her mate, despite her reservations, Duuhra awkwardly put her arms around the elf's shoulders. Without hesitation, Dinae buried her face in the orc's neck and wrapped her arms around Duuhra's waist. Zar smiled and caressed the elf's red curls before resting a heavy hand on Duuhra's shoulder and nodding. She wasn't sure what she should be doing, so she just sat still while Dinae cried softly.
"I have to see to my troops," Zar said softly. "I'll be back later."
After Zar left the house, Duuhra felt Dinae shaking against her. She thought, for a moment, that the elf was breaking down into hysterics, but soon realized she was laughing softly.
"Dinae?"
The elf sat back and wiped at her face. "I must look a mess, growing fat and crying like a child, and my tits leaking milk like a cow."
Duuhra saw, in that moment, why she and Zar were drawn to the elven woman. She was vulnerable, a trait that would seem weak among her people, but below that was a strength. Here was a young woman, pregnant, away from home, enslaved by the enemy of her people, and she was able to pull herself together in that moment. She was beautiful, and exotic by orcish standards, but it was that inner strength and courage that made her a magnet to them.
"No," Duuhra said gently. She'd never had to comfort anyone before, but the words came naturally. "You are beautiful. You carry Zar's child, an honor I hope to share soon. You are creating life within you. That is as close to the Gods as anyone can achieve."
Dinae looked down at herself to hide the blush rising to her face. Duuhra had not yet shown such tenderness, and the rare praise was unexpected. She didn't feel close to the Gods, but she felt less alone. Duuhra was her family now, and Zar and the others.
"I still feel like a fat, leaking cow whose made a mess all over both of us."
"Then we will go to the springs to wash," Duuhra said with a smile. "But first..."
The orc gently pushed Dinae back into the furs. She followed, planting kisses on the elf's face and neck before working her way down. When Duurha reached the elf's breasts she gently took one of the newly pierced nipples in her mouth and rolled her tongue along it. Dinae gasped, her fingers entangling themselves in the orc's braided hair.
Dinae felt a tinge of pain shoot through her breast, but it was quickly replaced with pleasure at Duuhra's gentle teasing of her nipple. Her mistress began to suck with just enough force to pull the elf's nipple into her mouth while twirling her tongue around the ring. She could feel the orc working her nipple more firmly and she felt a change, a different sensation as Duuhra's sucking became more rhythmic. Was she drinking from Dinae's breast?
The elf looked down to see her mistress looking up at her. A drop of milk escaped the corner of the orc's mouth and rolled down the side of Dinae's breast when Duuhra smiled at her. Dinae was confused by the experience. Part of her thought it was strange. Wasn't it repulsive? She didn't feel repulsed though, only thought that she should. It was erotic, but she also felt a new connection to Duuhra. She held the orc's head in her hands, cradling it as she pressed her mistress to her breast.
Duuhra wasn't sure exactly why she wanted to make Dinae feel better. To make her feel good about herself. It was on impulse that she pushed the elf down onto the bed and starting kissing her. It felt natural to comfort her, and show her how the orc felt. Duuhra had tasted mother's milk before, but not from an elf. The taste of her was a sweet warmth that the orc found she enjoyed. When Dinae held her head, she felt closer to the elf than ever. She wanted to give Dinae more.
Dinae felt Duuhra's hand slide between her thighs. She opened her legs and the orc's long fingers found her wet folds in an instant. Her mistress teased her lips and clit, dancing around the outside of her pussy with light touches. The elf groaned in frustration, rolling her hips to try and get those fingers inside but Duuhra wouldn't allow it.
"Mistress, please," Dinae gasped.
In response, Duuhra released the elf's distended nipple with a wet, sucking pop. She smiled up at Dinae and quickly attacked the other. She sucked it between her lips, rolling her tongue around the hardened nub, and began to pull the sweet nectar of life from the elf's tit. Her fingers slowly opened the elf's nether lips and dipped in to gather the warm moisture within. She feltd Dinae's fingers tighten in her braids as she spread that warmth over those lips, and finally encircled her clit with firm fingertips. She teased Dinae like that for several minutes, moving from gentle massages of her clit to brushing against the entrance to her cunny. Every time, the elf would roll her hips to try and get those fingers inside but Duuhra would not capitulate.
