Rathgarr hissed as her tongue touched it, the sound low in his throat — and Geva moaned too, helpless and hoarse. Because oh, he tasted even better this way, so much better, and she could just keep doing this, just this, drinking more and more, please —
But a distant awareness was lingering, nagging, thudding louder and louder with her heartbeat. The challenge. Theopportunity. And somehow, without at all thinking, she pulled away again, blinked up at his face with hazy wide eyes.
“Will you — teach me,” she gulped. “What you like. So I can — try my best.”
Rathgarr was staring at her again, his eyes glittering dangerously in the dappled sunlight, and Geva braced herself, waiting for his response. What if he refused, what if he laughed, what if he fully intended for her to flounder about and make a total fool of herself, so he could cede as little ground as possible, and —
“As you were, then,” he replied, his voice gruff. “Soft, at first. Seek into me. Awaken me.”
Oh. Oh, yes, Geva could do that, and she twitched a relieved, trembly nod as she again leaned forward, and brushed her mouth against him. Feeling him shudder and swell against her parted lips, oozing more of that honeyed sweetness onto her tongue. Suggesting that… perhaps this reallywashow he liked it, at first. Soft. Seeking. Gentle.
It seemed an odd preference, suddenly, for someone who’d shown himself capable of such astonishing coldness — but in this strange, stilted moment, as Geva kept carefully kissing at him, she couldn’t deny that it was still working. The silken hardness beneath her lips swelling even fuller, his smooth head shuddering as it squeezed out more sweetness, and bore deeper into her mouth. Opening her lips wider and wider around him, oh — but she still kept it soft, kept kissing, seeking, awakening.
“Good,” Rathgarr said, still gruff, but surprisingly steady. “Now touch. Both hands.”
He’d shifted himself a little as he’d spoken, shoving his trousers further down, and heaving out the bulge of his full, heavy bollocks. Surely suggesting he wanted her touching there, so Geva willingly obliged with that, too. Curling one hand around both soft, heavy weights — gods, they were big — and sliding her other hand around the base of his thick shaft. A movement that seemed to please him, given the low grunt from his throat, the swell of that jutting head between her lips.
“Ach, thus,” came Rathgarr’s impossibly steady voice. “And no clinging to me like a drowning maiden, ach? You pet and stroke and squeeze. Seek to wield all your wiles to soften me. To tempt out my good seed toward you.”
Oh. The words — the vision, thatpromise— seemed to bloom in Geva’s belly, in her stroking hands, her gently slipping tongue. Seeking to soften him even further, to tempt him, to awaken him. And even if Rathgarr didn’t want any more from her than this —neither should I ever choose to mate you— he surely couldn’t deny that this was still working. That he liked what she was doing, his head tilting back, his eyes hooded and glinting, his chest hollowing with his heavy breaths. The sight of it so unexpectedly compelling that Geva had to close her eyes, breathe in deep —
“No,” he hissed, snapping her eyes open again, her heart skipping a beat — and oh, his big clawed hand was slipping under her chin, tilting it toward him. “You look at me when you suck me, my prickly poppet,” he ordered, with low, heated malice. “I wish toseeyour face, with my prick deep inside it. Ach?”
He gave her chin a purposeful little shake as he spoke, his eyes flashing with cold, imperious command. And instead of arguing with him, or perhaps biting the bastard like he deserved, Geva found herself desperately attempting a nod, and holding his eyes, just as he’d ordered. Watching him watching her, weighing her,assessingher.
But oh, it was good, so damn good, and he had to agree, hehadto see that. Even as he cocked a lazy eyebrow at her, and then settled his free hand to her head, tightening his other hand’s grip on her chin. Giving him total control over her movements, and now — now taking full advantage. Drawing her slowly, smoothly toward him, delving himself long and deep into her mouth.
“Ach, thus,” he said, his voice catching, as he held Geva there, his hard, dripping head now nudging and flexing against her throat. “As deep as you can without choking, ach? I wish to feel the clutch of your sweet little throat kissing me. Wish to feel it seeking to milk out my seed.”
Good gods, thisorc, and Geva betrayed a harsh, strangled moan, and even delved a little deeper. Doing it, letting him feel her throat convulse upon him, while holding those watching eyes. Knowing he was revelling in the sight of her hot, sticky face, her lips stretched out around him, her throat both accepting and rejecting his deep, inexorable invasion…
“Good, poppet,” he murmured. “But this alone is not enough, ach? You must also now seek in earnest for your seed. You shall suck harder — keep that tight little latch upon me — whilst pumping with your hand and your mouth.Ach.”
His eyes fluttered as he spoke, because Geva was already attempting it, valiantly trying to stroke and squeeze and fondle, while also keeping the suction, and plunging him deep. Her watering eyes still fixed to his face, her cheeks hollowed and hot, her throat just on the edge of gagging with every desperate thrust. And he just kept looking back, with that cool crackling assessment in his eyes, while she knelt for him, prostrated herself for him, silently begged him to give her this, please,please—
The surge of sweet spewing heat came without warning this time, flooding hard and hot into Geva’s mouth, and she fervently, frantically gulped it down, still stroking and milking him, holding his stunning, blazing eyes. Yes, he was seeing this, he had to see this, she was proving this, she was —
And suddenly the coiling twist of tension in her belly snapped, juddering out wide — and then her own pleasure was pulsing, reverberating on its own, crushing her beneath its sweeping, towering strength. Oh, it was good, he wassogood, and yes,yes, he was even smiling at her, with such warm, shimmering pride in those watching, approving eyes.
“Hungry little poppet,” he purred, his big hand sliding up her face, caressing at her hot, sweaty cheek. “Now suck me good and clean, ach?Gently.”
Geva furtively nodded, running her tongue up and down his softening length, keeping it light and careful as she slowly drew away. As he again stopped her there on the end of it, just like last time, stroking her cheek with his thumb, watching as she gave his smooth silky head one last, wet, lingering kiss. His other hand’s claws somehow carded deep into her hair, and gods, she hadn’t even noticed, couldn’t notice anything but this…
She’d done it. She’d proven it. And now he would praise her, he would tell her how quick and thorough and hardworking she was, he would offer his reward, his kindness, his…
But instead, he cleared his throat, and angled his eyes away. Away toward the surrounding trees, to where something seemed to bemovingamidst the leaves. Something shaped like — Geva startled and froze all over —
It was another person. Or wait, another… anotherorc? And no nono, not just one new orc, buttwo?!
“Greetings, my brothers,” Rathgarr said toward them, his voice far louder and steadier than before. “Now, I wish you to come, and meet my sweet new mate.”
13
There were two more orcs. Here.Now.
And holy gods above, Geva was kneeling in the dirt between Rathgarr’s sprawled thighs, with his softened head still tucked in her mouth. And the other orcs — theorcs?! — were still there, still here, still coming closer. One of them had actually leapt out of atree, his tall, lean form landing with unnatural ease, while his companion, stalking out from beneath the low-hanging branches, wasmassive. Just as big as Rathgarr, in fact, his bare grey chest covered in scars, his dark, dangerous eyes frowning straight toward…her.
The panic flashed white and sharp through Geva’s stunted thoughts, and she scrabbled up to her shaky feet, her heartbeat thundering, her trembling hands brushing out her skirts. Good gods, these orcs had seen that, had they seeneverything?!
