But Kalfr’s eyes had softened again, flickering into something warm, hungry,relieved. And his hand was moving again, easing up and down Gaelfr’s bare sputtering shaft, and guiding it up closer toward Raye. And all she had to do was take a breath, and lift herself up, line herself up. So Kalfr could slide Gaelfr’s slippery head down over her coarse hair, up into —
Raye gasped as Gaelfr’s slick blunt crown settled there, catching with such ease into her open crease. Only nudging slightly up within, but oh, she could feel it already pulsing, spurting its hot fluid up inside her. Gaelfr’s seed,there, this was so dangerous, sostupid— and she was spasming back against it, kissing it with furious desperation. Wanting it. Wantinghim.
She couldn’t follow whether Gaelfr pushed up, or she pushed down — but suddenly, there was more. More of thatthick pulsing flesh, now driving up inside her with devastating purpose. Spreading her out wide around it, stretching her just to the edge of pain. And as it kept sliding, kept taking, Raye wildly wondered if all Gaelfr’s preparation, all his brazen plundering with his hands and his tongue, might have also been… for this? Could he have been readying her not just for Kalfr, but for himself?
But there was no asking, no speaking, not like this. Not with Gaelfr still filling her, conquering her — and with her welcoming it. Trembling, and gasping, and squeezing frantically back against him, caught in the dizzying rawness of it, the impossible closeness, the shocking treacherous intimacy. Gaelfr wasinher, almost all the way now, and he was quivering too, both inside and out. His breaths shallow, his hands shaky against her hips, his eyes dropped to the sight of Raye’s stretched body taking him, swallowing him whole.
They both hissed as they made full contact, Raye’s opened crease pressed tight against Gaelfr’s groin, his cock bottomed out deep inside. Both of them still spasming and squeezing against each other, as if speaking an obscene silent greeting. Saying,So this is what you feel like. Make me feel it more.More.
“Good,” cut in Kalfr’s low, silken voice, and when Raye shot a wild-eyed look toward him, he was wickedly smiling, and oh, that was his warm hand, stroking against her trembling back. “Myástvinurfeels good inside you, Raye, does he not? It pleases you, to sheathe his strong fat prick thus?”
Raye compulsively nodded — there was no denying it, not now — and Kalfr’s smile softened, his eyes glancing toward Gaelfr. “And you, Gael?” he murmured. “Tell me. How does our mate feel, when she is seated whole upon you?”
Gaelfr’s eyes fluttered, and a brief, betraying groan escaped his throat. “This is — good,” he muttered back, his voice cracking. “Tight. Hot. Soft.Ach.”
Kalfr’s chuckle was low and indulgent, and his arm around Gaelfr’s shoulder gave him a reassuring squeeze, even as his eyes found Raye’s face again. “You are myástvinur’s first woman,sæta,” he said. “Just as you were mine. I thank you, for granting him such a gift with me.”
Oh, hell. Raye’s body quivered as she fervently nodded again, and that stunning new awareness skipped through her thoughts. Gaelfr hadn’t done this with a woman before? Ever? And now he was doing it, here, with her?
And that — meant something. To Kalfr, and to Gaelfr, too. Because the way Gaelfr was looking at her now, the way he was blinking, his eyes strangely bright as he swelled and spasmed inside her — it meant he wanted this too, and maybe he even wanted the son, and it was so strong she could scarcely bear it. She needed this so much, needed even more of it, and she could be honest, be brave, try to trust them…
“Do you think,” she gasped toward Kalfr, “you could do it with us, too? Together? Like — we did at the mountain?”
They hadn’t done it like that since then, but despite the heat now burning in Raye’s cheeks, that was exactly what she wanted most, in this moment. She wanted to see that flash in Kalfr’s eyes, the hungry flare of his nostrils. And she wanted Gaelfr to let out that low, guttural groan, throbbing fast and hard inside her, his eyes blazing on Kalfr’s face.
“Ach,” he breathed. “Do this with me,ástin mín. I wish to feel you thus.”
Kalfr’s nostrils flared again, his eyes hooded, and he licked his lips as he nodded. “Ach, Gael,” he breathed back. “We will fuck and fill our mate together.”
Raye’s groan shuddered through her entire body, and when Kalfr shifted around to kneel behind her on the sofa, straddling over Gaelfr’s thighs too, she arched back toward him, and willed herself to open. Waiting for that warm, gentle touch of Kalfr’sslick head nudging against her, finding its place, opening her up…
And as he slowly began to breach her, carving his way inside her alongside Gaelfr’s thick, forceful occupation, there was no denying it, no pretending. Only the visceral, powerful truth of both of them splitting her, skewering her, sharing her. Wanting her.
“Good,” Kalfr breathed, hot in Raye’s ear, as his hands found her arse-cheeks and spread her wider, making more room for his ever-sliding length, oh gods. “You yet feel so good here also,sæta.More.”
Raye shuddered again, and a loud, jagged cry tore from her mouth as she fought to relax, to take in more. But it was so overwhelming, the strength of them, the ache of them, the way Gaelfr’s eyes burned on hers, the way Kalfr groaned in her ear as he kept invading her, conquering her, shoving her full of so much orc she could scarcely think, scarcely breathe —
“Oh,” she moaned, hoarse and helpless, as Kalfr finally sank his full length in alongside Gaelfr, his hips pressing tight against her arse. “Oh, fuck. Oh, please. More.”
That was truth too, it was everything Raye wanted in the entire world, in this moment. And when they lifted her up together, and guided her back down upon them, it was even better, a delirious unthinkable euphoria. They were using her to please them, to milk them both at once, shoving her brutally full again and again, while she writhed and begged for more. And gods, the way Gaelfr kept watching, his half-lidded eyes now fixed to her lower belly, on where — Raye’s groans wrenched louder — she wasbulging. Her belly straining and stretching outwards as they both plunged inside, and hollowing as they drew out. Because they were taking up that much space inside her, and about to take up more, and the sheer sensation wasutterly overpowering now, crackling and fusing, flaring up closer and closer, until —
Raye bucked and quaked as it struck, as the world blared into light and ecstasy. Her invaded body wrenching, milking them both with desperate fervour, and she could feel them both rising to meet it, the tension tightening, their rigid cocks jostling together deep inside. Urging each other on, harder and deeper, until they both stuttered and spewed out, answering her call with fast, furious surges of their own screaming release.
Raye rode it together with them, her body uncontrollably seizing, drawing out everything they could give, everything they could make for her. Until she felt impossibly, tenuously full, stretched to the brink — and only then did she notice that Kalfr and Gaelfr were both touching her waist, their hands spreading wide against — oh. Where her belly was even fuller than before, rounding out beneath their fingers, and looking unlike Raye could remember seeing it in years. As if she was already carrying that son,Gaelfr’sson, oh gods…
Gaelfr kept blinking as he stared at it, his eyes bright and strange, his big hand skittering against her skin. As if, again, he…wantedthat. Hewantedto have a son, with her. And for a sudden, hovering moment, Raye thought he was about to weep, and maybe she was, too.
But then his eyes slid sideways, away. And only then did Raye remember that they had an audience. An audience that had apparently been intently watching, witnessing theirvörðurshamelessly sharing his mate with hisástvinur. Seeking to make a son with her, together.
Perhaps it was still the lingering delirium, but in this moment, Raye couldn’t find a flicker of embarrassment or shame, not even with both their softening bodies still caught inside her. Whatever this had been, they’d all wanted it, and Raye could almost feel the goddess’ blessing settling upon it, too.As if it was another vow kept, another truth fulfilled in flesh and pleasure. Another step toward trust, and toward hope.
She didn’t resist as Kalfr and Gaelfr both drew out of her, and began mopping her up. And as if by instinct, her hands dropped to her still-swollen waist, caressing reverently against it, while she spoke a silent prayer of thanks to the goddess.
“Drink,sæta,” Gaelfr muttered, nudging a waterskin to her lips, so she drank, and murmured her thanks as she smiled back toward him. To which he flushed and glanced away, and then cleared his throat, and nudged her upward. “Now come. You must rest.”
Right. The distant darkness again flickered through the warmth — was Gaelfr already regretting this? Had he just been trying to pass Kalfr’s test too, to give whatever Kalfr wanted from him? But she forcibly shoved the questions away, and allowed Kalfr to guide her shaky body to her feet. She wanted to do this. She wanted to trust them.
She briefly caught Aulis’ eye on the way past — he was sprawled languidly on Olarr’s lap, looking sweaty and sated and supremely satisfied — and his wry, companionable grin toward her only settled her certainty deeper. She wanted to trust them. She would.
