"Please," she begged. Couldn't take it anymore. She had to get him inside of her.
Urku-ri lifted her. Turned her. Before he could ask, her bottom was in the air, pointed at him, begging. Vaguely, she remembered that first rest, waking to see the blonde on her hands and knees. Yes. That's what she needed to do. Remembering he was too big, she didn't care. The filling of that empty gap was all she could think of. If it hurt… Corrin needed it to hurt. She must be filled.
His mouth and teeth moved over her back. She felt the sting of teeth, no longer wanting or needing care. When Urku-ri nipped her, she pressed back into his teeth. It would be ecstasy to feel his bite sink into her burning, unsatisfied skin, to be scraped and marked. "Want. Want," she moaned. Why was he taking so long? She needed him to hurt her in all the best ways.
Knees behind hers, one arm at her waist, the other over her shoulder and reaching down to palm her breast, Urku-ri pulled Corrin into his embrace. In the cradle of his pelvis, she felt the thick bar of his manhood, naked against her slit. She bucked. Rubbing herself against him. Wedged against her, he fit her like this. Fit perfectly, felt so good. She needed to ride him, move against him. But his grip took all her weight, one arm trapped in his hold and her legs spread back around his. She had little leverage and less control.
"What Corrin want?" he asked.
"Please," she whined. Trying to press down. Trying to get more. It hurt so badly inside of her. A clenching emptiness. The days of sickness had come down to this. His cure.
"What Corrin want? Orki bastard?"
"Urku-ri, Urku-ri," she blubbered his name.
"Urku-ri is husband, mate, lover, friend. Corrin all.Niorki-ror-ess." His words a declaration.
"Yes. Yes.Ni-orki-ror-ess," she agreed. Whatever it took. He slid his cock against her, between her folds. Curving upward, strange, rubbing, stroking her; the angled head parted her folds, went to where he wanted it. He taunted her with heat and power. The head of his cock stroked her engorged, jutting clit as if made to make her lose her mind. He took her fast into the heights of pleasure, but left her there, held her there, as he moved back on his heels. Her body, limp, ready to do whatever he wanted while he adjusted himself and she finally felt him at her entrance.
"My Corrin," he said.
She made a noise. Heard her own voice ringing in her ears. Knew, vaguely, she was naked, exposed, and taking an Orki's manhood into her virgin tunnel. The shape of him, their combined wetness, made him unstoppable. Facing the enclosure wall in his lap, she spread her legs wide in welcome. Throwing her arms back, over his head to his neck, Corrin opened herself to be filled. He lifted her up, then down, controlling the depth.
First the head. Then the thicker, ridged rod. Oh, Father and Mother moon, the red-eyed cursed ones. She could feel those ridges rub, rub, rub against her inner hidden walls. Feel herself squeezing, holding, keeping. He made an adjustment; went deeper, spilling in her, as she spilled on him, soaking everything. He felt thick and huge. It stretched and burned her twenty times more than his fingers, but he wasn't where she needed him yet.
"Urku-ri, more. More. More." He reduced her to sobbing, begging single syllables. Wouldn't let her move, when every muscle and nerve demanded she move.
Bouncing her in his arms, on his cock, each up and down movement took him deeper. Closer. She wept as he talked into her shoulder and neck, as her breasts bouncing hard enough to hurt, as he finally found and commanded the surrender of that empty, isolated place inside of her.
Surrounded. Taken over. Owned. Possessed. She couldn't breathe with the fullness. Her breath froze in her throat.
Choking on her lust, she heard him call to Searnon, who lay across from them. The war beast answered. Came to them. The two of them grunted and growled in their own language, Urku-ri telling Searnon what to do. The animal turned, cocked her head, watching them with yellow eyes, and backed toward Corrin. Corrin didn't know what was happening, too stuffed with Orki cock to think clearly.
"Hold to Searnon, brace Corrin self," he said, arranging Corrin into a new position over the war beast. Folding her over her as if Searnon were a bench. Primitive smells and wild musk surrounded Corrin as she found herself with her face pressed into shaggy warmth, her hand's gripping onto fur like handholds.
"Hold on, my Corrin. This is right for the nestmate of the Ri. Is right for the redress war bride of the Orki. Is right for Corrin." Urku-ri spoke into her ear, his body briefly covering hers completely before moving back.
He got down to the work of claiming her.
Lifted off the floor by Searnon's bulk, braced by the animal's shape and now with something to hold onto, Urku-ri put her into a position that gave him the ability to obliterate her. He took over. Took over her body with each pounding thrust. She heard and felt the slap of his skin against her, sinking deeper than any spanking, his heavy bull testicles swinging with each throbbing shove of his cock. He pounded at her ending, at the entrance to her womb. It hurt. Whatever that place was, it hurt, and when she moved to get away from it, he gripped her hips in his hands and held her still.
"Still more, my Corrin. Take all." He was inside and it hurt more than she ever thought it would, while her clit pulsed, and her chest rubbed on the coarse hair of his war beast. It hurt to be remade. To be owned.
But she wanted it so, so much.
With a gasp, her reproductive organs kicked, spasmed, and he pushed deeper. He was in her belly. Where else could he go, but into her womb? She felt it, the sweaty plane of his body moving against her, pelvis to pelvis. Instead of long strokes, he rocked in shorter pumps, swelling and thickening. The head of his cock did something. Flared. She screamed as it fanned wide inside of her, discovering nerves she didn't know existed. Screamed as he lodged himself beyond her cervix, all the way in.
To the root of his cock. Inside of her.
The blanket of his strength came over her, muscle, bone, rock and earth, laying over her, his face finding her cheek, nuzzling. Sharp teeth bit her ear. Then down. His mouth on the muscle of her shoulder. With his cock head flared, the base of his cock bulged. Corrin screamed as the walls of her vagina stretched beyond bearing. Locking them together tight, jetting streams of his cum into her dark places. "You take the knot of Urku-ri. You take child of the Ri. You take the Orki as mate," he declared, hips beating against her, short and sharp, his cock too thick to move in the tightened, greedy space of her channel.
She felt the pinch of teeth on her skin. Only that. Just a pinch that dug in and held tight. Tied to him in two places by his inhuman cock, connected by teeth in her skin, blood and cum.
He claimed her.
CHAPTER NINE
THE HUNGRY UGLIES
