But Gaelfr liked that too, sweeping a lingering, admiring glance up and down Raye’s too-close body. While Kalfr let out a low, approving laugh, and tickled his claws at Gaelfr’s scarred neck. “Pretty, is she not?” he murmured toward Gaelfr, before his gaze flicked back to Raye. “Now touch him, Raye. Tend him.”
Raye drew up more courage, more of her own rising hunger, and settled her tingling hands to Gaelfr’s solid bare chest.Feeling the warmth of him, the rapid thud of his heartbeat, and then she began stroking him, touching him, just as Kalfr wanted. Smoothing her hands up over his broad shoulders, down his powerful arms, over his softer abdomen, and lower still. Until her fingers were caressing over the straining bulge in his trousers, and with another burst of courage, she drew the trousers open. Releasing the mouthwatering sight of Gaelfr’s thick, sturdy cock, already swelled to fullness against his belly, and oozing a trickle of white onto his hairy skin.
Raye’s breath hitched at the sight, and Kalfr’s warm hand found her chin, tilting her face toward him. “You like myástvinur’s fat prick?” he asked, and when she rapidly nodded, he patted her cheek, turned her face back toward Gaelfr again. “Then tell him thus. Tell him how much he pleases you.”
Raye gasped and nodded, and found Gaelfr’s eyes again. “You — please me so much, Gael,” she gasped, as her fingers curved around his thick cock, and felt the way it instantly responded to her touch, shuddering and pumping out a sharper spurt of white. “You’re so — strong. So handsome. So capable. So full of all this good feeding.”
As if to demonstrate, she dipped her fingers into that wet slippery warmth, and raised them to her mouth, tasting the rich sweetness on her tongue. While Gaelfr stared back at her, his breath heaving — so Raye did it again, getting more, letting him watch her lick her fingers clean. “So lovely to taste,” she murmured. “And to touch, too. I love touching you, feeling how big and safe and powerful you are, how virile, how —”
Her voice faltered, because Kalfr was now tugging Gaelfr’s trousers down further, yanking them over his thighs beneath Raye’s body, until he could kick them off Gaelfr’s feet entirely. Exposing the entirety of Gaelfr’s powerful body for Raye’s touch, in another silent command — but Raye didn’t need any convincing, and she threw herself into it with urgent abandon.Caressing not only Gaelfr’s cock, but now his hairy thighs and heavy bollocks, before slipping back up to his broad chest, his hard grey nipples, his face. Even his tall pointed ears, and the glossy black hair hanging over his shoulders, with that shorter chunk from where she’d cut it from the branch the day before.
Gaelfr’s fluttering eyes met hers as she stroked it, the warmth of that shared memory flaring up between them, and it only spurred Raye on more, touching him, tending him, murmuring more praises toward him, while also stealing the occasional taste from his ever-dripping cock. And she couldn’t deny a hot, perverse satisfaction in the white now liberally spattered all over his belly, and the way he’d begun to betray the occasional low, helpless groan, especially when Raye’s slick, spread-open heat ground down against his bare, spasming shaft between them.
Fuck, that felt good, and Raye shifted down closer, grinding a little harder. Spreading herself wider against the firm ridge of him, slicking him up and down with her juices, feeling him jolt and flex up toward her in return. As if he really did want to be inside her, and it felt so close, so unspeakably raw and intimate, and gods, that look in his eyes as he watched…
“Good,” Kalfr murmured, as his hand slipped down between them, circling easy around Gaelfr’s slick, leaking length. “Now, you will grant him more, will you not?”
More. Raye stared at him, not following — what did he mean, more? More than her grinding naked on Gaelfr’s lap, touching him, tasting him, soaking him with her juices?
But the hunger kept flashing in Kalfr’s eyes, and his hand on Gaelfr’s slick shaft guided it… up. Up, toward Raye. As if…
“You have made myástvinurready for you, Raye,” Kalfr breathed, all hot, whirling command. “And now” — his eyes flashed — “you will seat yourself full upon him, and swallow his good seed inside you.”
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Raye would — what? Seat herself upon Gaelfr? Swallow his seed?!
Raye and Gaelfr both froze at once, staring at each other with wide, arrested eyes, while Kalfr huffed a sound that might have been a laugh, or a groan. “Come, you two,” he murmured. “I can scent you. You cannot tell me you do not wish for this?”
Raye stared at Kalfr, still frozen, but for her heart now thundering panicked against her ribs. Kalfr still really — wanted that? With them? But — but —
Her helpless glance toward Gaelfr found him staring at Kalfr too, and looking just as stunned as she felt. While Kalfr glanced back and forth between them, the hunger in his eyes rapidly fading, in place of that cool, careful distance.
“Not even once?” he asked, too lightly. “You can yet feed her after, Gael, if that is your wish.”
Right. Because that was what Gaelfr had claimed to want, right? He’d claimed that he preferred tending and watching them, and helping to build their bond. Pretending that it hadnothing at all to do with him wanting to give Kalfr another son, wanting to keep him safe, make him stay…
And now, Kalfr was challenging Gaelfr on this. Testing him and Raye both, in a way that made it impossible to lie, to deny. Because there was no way either of them could say they didn’t want this right now, not with Raye’s slick body clamped around Gaelfr’s rock-hard shaft, all but begging him to put it inside her.
And surely Gaelfr knew that, too, studying Kalfr with his brow furrowed, his nostrils flaring, as though he was attempting to pull apart some complicated puzzle. Trying to decipher what Kalfr wanted, perhaps, to determine what kind of test this was. Had Kalfr suspected they’d been lying about the loom? Or was he just trying to make sure Gaelfr and Raye wanted each other? Or could it just be another punishment, another way for Kalfr to wield his power over Raye, by making her grow and birth the son of the orc she’d hated?
Or worse — Raye could see the thought cross Gaelfr’s eyes, just as it struck her, too — could this just be another part of Kalfr’s plan? His sacrifice? Was he just trying to bind her and Gaelfr closer together, so he could run off in six days, and offer himself to their enemies? While being certain that Gaelfr would now stay, and keep their sons safe?
There was another frozen moment’s silence, during which Kalfr kept gazing coolly at Gaelfr, and Gaelfr kept searching him in return, his nostrils flaring. Scenting Kalfr, smelling it, weighing the possibilities. As if he was… considering it.
“You swear you truly wish for this between us,ástin mín?” Gaelfr finally asked. “Upon the goddess?”
Kalfr’s nod was instant, as undeniable hunger, or even longing, flared through his eyes. “I swear, Gael,” he murmured back. “I have always wished for this between you. From the start.”
From the start. The vision of that fateful long-ago night smeared behind Raye’s eyes, how she’d hollered at them out her front door, sent them away forever. But now they were here, they’d agreed to do this together, to learn to meet and trust each other — and whatever Kalfr’s motive, it was clear he wanted this. And what if this was just something else that might help him, or make him stay? And Raye and Gaelfr had both sworn to do whatever it took…
“Ach, then,” came Gaelfr’s reply, firm and decisive, as his warm hands settled against Raye’s hips. “Just this once.”
Raye’s eyes snapped wide and disbelieving back to his face, because Gaelfr was saying — yes? Now? And he was just — deciding this, without even consulting her?
But as he glanced back toward her, steady and stubborn, she realized that he already knew she would agree. He already knew how much she wanted this. Gods, she was still straddled wide over him, dripping all over him, even with this new, menacing danger whirling through her thoughts.
If they did this, she could have Gaelfr’s son.Gaelfr’sson.
