But there was no judgement in Kalfr’s eyes, no hesitation. Only a soft, wry understanding, and his fingers gave another gentle, impossibly intimate stroke inside her before slowly drawing out. A loss that felt almost painful, suddenly, but it also swarmed the need and craving higher, so strong the world spun around her.
She wanted this. Even if it was wrong. Even if it was dangerous. Even if it was a punishment.
So in a jerky, flailing movement, she scrambled down and backwards, onto her back on the fur beneath her, her thighs fallen open. Showing Kalfr her bare, trembling body, lying here, waiting for him. Showing him. Proving it to him.
Gaelfr murmured his approval as he shifted closer, one hand spreading out Raye’s hair around her head on the fur, the other hand guiding her shaky thighs further apart. “Good,” he murmured, as both hands next slid to her breasts, giving each of her peaked nipples a soft, approving pinch. “Now come closer,ástin mín, and see what your mate offers you.”
Kalfr’s eyes flashed, and with surprising grace and speed, he dropped to crouch low over her, his knees between hers, his hard cock swaying long and pendulous between his legs. And oh, he was looking, his eyes hungrily running up and down the length of Raye’s sprawled body before him, while Gaelfr’s hand slid back down between her thighs, giving a light pat in between.
“Is she ready enough for you,ástin mín?” Gaelfr murmured. “Or ought I ready her more? Open her even wider for you?”
Kalfr’s tongue brushed his lips, surely saying yes, he wanted that, oh hell — and Gaelfr huffed a heated chuckle as he settled two fingers against Raye’s opened spasming heat, and pushed them up inside, just like Kalfr had done. But his fingers were thicker, his touch far more demanding, and he smirked as she shuddered and gasped, her body convulsing tight and frantic against him.
“Relax and welcome this, woman,” he told her, as he kept grinding his fingers deep. “It is a great honour for a woman to be brought before the goddess, and be opened thus — not only for her mate’s strong ploughing, but for the good fruit of his loins, also.”
A shameful moan escaped Raye’s mouth, and Kalfr gasped too, watching Gaelfr’s delving hand with greedy eyes. And Gaelfr saw that, he liked that, and he made a show of drawing his twofingers out of Raye’s slick clutching heat, and then adding a third finger as he shoved back inside.
“Ach, just thus,” he purred toward Raye. “You must keep learning to become full and soft and open for us, so you can well grow myástvinur’s seed large and hale inside you, and then birth it back out again.”
Raye moaned again, her body desperately shuddering against Gaelfr’s invading fingers. He was working them inside her now, spreading and twisting, making lurid wet sounds that sloshed through the air. And she couldn’t stop herself from arching for it, spreading her legs wider, her eyes again catching on Kalfr, on the way he was still kneeling between her spread legs and watching this. His body still gleaming in the moonlight, his cock still bobbing heavy and full between his thighs, and dangling a thick string of white toward the fur.
“Good,” Gaelfr murmured, as his other hand squeezed Raye’s jiggling breast, wringing the hunger up tighter. “Now touch yourself also, woman. Tempt him with what you offer him.”
The need raged higher, rattling and roaring, and Raye could only nod, and obey. Touching both hands at her breasts, stroking her nipples, while Gaelfr kept working between her legs, and Kalfr watched with intense, dangerous eyes. And when a spurt of wetness streaked from Kalfr’s cock, spattering across Raye’s belly, she stroked her hand down into that slick fluid, and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. The taste lighting up her senses even more, and when another spurt landed on her belly, her other hand snapped down, and smeared it into her skin.
“Please,” she whimpered, the longing and desperation straining through her voice. “Please, Kalfr, give this to me.”
Kalfr’s eyes blazed, his lashes fluttering low, while Gaelfr huffed an approving grunt, and drew his fingers out of her again. Making sure Kalfr was watching, seeing how wide open she was, how dripping wet she was — and then he gave her a softslap there, too, the sound slick and humiliating, the sensation wrenching her all over.
“Will you grant this to her,ástin mín?” Gaelfr murmured. “Will you empty your full bollocks deep inside her, and allow her to swell fat and full upon you?”
Raye cried out, loud and ragged, while Gaelfr traced his dripping-wet fingers up her shivering body, and pushed them into her mouth. Making her taste herself on him, and Kalfr groaned at the sight. But still not moving, not speaking, and Raye’s craving surged higher, too powerful and painful to bear, most of all with that emptiness now between her legs — and without warning, her own hand swiped down for Kalfr’s dripping, dangling cock, and gripped its silken shaft with shocking familiarity.
“Please, Kalfr,” she gasped, and she tugged it closer, toward where she so urgently needed it. “Please, I’m ready. Give me your seed. Give us a son.Please.”
And there, there, that shift in Kalfr’s eyes, that stutter. Flickering from the hunger, just as strong as hers, to — to something else. To warmth. Gratitude. Affection. Awe.
“You are sure, Raye?” he breathed, his voice hitching, even as he allowed her to draw him forward, closer. “You truly wish for this? Even with…”
He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to, and Raye frantically nodded as she tugged him closer, into a feeling that still felt so achingly familiar, even after all this time. His tall body shifting onto his hands and knees over her, so his pulsing head could gently nudge its way into her crease, spreading her apart…
But then he hesitated, and his gaze slid sideways, toward Gaelfr. “But — what about you,ástin mín?” he rasped. “Should you not wish to be part of this, also? Or” — his eyes dropped to Gaelfr’s tented trousers — “seek to spark our son withyourseed, this time?”
With Gaelfr’s seed. Raye froze beneath Kalfr, staring dazed between him and Gaelfr, because — Kalfr wanted Gaelfr to help make their son? He didn’tmind, if the son ended up being Gaelfr’s, and not his own?
But then it all shifted and reoriented again, because — of course Kalfr shouldn’t mind. Not when Gaelfr himself kept constantly insisting that their sons belonged equally to them both, no matter which of them was actually the father. And in this hazy, hovering instant, it occurred to Raye that if Gaelfr agreed, shifted himself up over her instead, she wouldn’t argue. She would gasp, and open wider, and welcome him inside her, oh gods…
But Gaelfr hadn’t moved, staring back at Kalfr for a moment too long — and he cleared his throat, and stroked his hand down Kalfr’s back. “Ach, not tonight,ástin mín,” he breathed. “For I long to witness this, and bless this, between you both. I long to help you finally gain this, as we ought to have done, so long ago.”
Kalfr hesitated, but then exhaled and nodded, his dazed eyes dropping back to Raye’s sprawled body beneath him. While Gaelfr’s hand slipped down between them, nudging Raye’s fingers away from Kalfr’s shaft, so his own hand could circle around it, instead. And after giving it a slow, deep stroke, milking out a thick spurt of white onto Raye’s quivering open heat, he guided Kalfr’s cock forward, straight between her slick folds, into her pulsing, clutching core. As if he truly wanted to see this, and be part of this. He wanted to help Kalfr’s body vanish into hers, wanted to feel it as Kalfr slowly stroked in, and seated himself full and deep, while Raye bucked and quaked around him.
“Good, both of you,” Gaelfr murmured, and fuck, yes, it was good. So good, to feel Kalfr sputter and flex like that inside her, while the pure, staggering hunger blazed brighter across his eyes. And so good to feel Gaelfr’s hand still locked between themtoo, his palm grinding gently against the top of Raye’s crease, while his other hand curved against her jiggling bare breast, and gave it an encouraging, proprietary squeeze.
“Now plough your mate wide open,ástin mín,” he breathed. “Furrow her empty garden, and plant your good strong seed deep inside her.”
Raye’s cry tore through her chest, echoing toward the sky, and Kalfr’s eyes burned as he drew his hips backwards, his cock sliding out of her, leaving her empty and bereft — but then he sank back in smooth and firm, furling the ecstasy deeper, quaking her all over. And then again, and again, his hips rolling in a fluid, thudding rhythm, making Raye writhe and shout beneath him, her hands clinging and clawing at the muscled strength of his back.
Gaelfr’s hand was still caught between them, too, grinding just where Raye craved it most, and firing up more perfect, impossible pleasure, more stark furious need. And in another burst of uncontrollable craving, she clutched sideways for Gaelfr’s kneeling body, and found that bulge beneath his trousers. And with sharp tugs of her fingers, she yanked the trousers open, and drew his hard, straining cock out into the moonlight.
