And as Gaelfr gently turned Kalfr away from him, and guided him down onto his knees on the earth, Raye knew this was what would have happened next, that long-ago night. Gaelfr had even told her the first day he’d come, hadn’t he?I could have hadhim kneeling and screaming for me in your garden, watering it with our fresh seed.
Gaelfr sank to his knees behind Kalfr too, giving Raye an unbroken view of his hands brazenly loosening Kalfr’s trousers — and then his eyes angled toward Raye at the door, holding with hard, glittering intensity. With a challenge. Because… right. Gaelfr knew she was there. Maybe they both knew she was there. Maybe they were also thinking of that long-ago night, too, waiting for her to retaliate, to destroy them.
And no matter who had been right or wrong back then, this time, Raye wanted to do it differently. This time, she wanted to trust.
So with a deep breath, a silent prayer to the goddess, she stepped forward, toward Kalfr and Gaelfr in the moonlight. Walking as steady as she could, keeping her head high, her eyes calm. While both of them watched her come, Kalfr’s eyes still speaking of hunger, and longing, but also of hesitation. Of… fear.
And with another breath, another silent prayer, Raye slipped to her knees on the mossy ground before Kalfr, and smiled up at his startled blinking eyes.
“I’m glad to see you enjoying such pleasure with yourástvinur,vörður,” she murmured, as she settled her hand to his warm chest. “Is there anything I could offer you, alongside him?”
Kalfr’s groan was low and unfeigned, his nostrils flaring, his eyes shifting. Surely thinking, just as Raye was, about how this was the exact opposite of what she’d done that long-ago night, in every possible way. Coming to him. Touching him. Trusting him.
But Raye’s smile felt painfully genuine now, wavering with affection, with hunger, with regret. “Please,vörður,” she murmured. “Will you honour me? Command me?”
Kalfr’s eyes shifted again, while behind him, Gaelfr’s gaze held to Raye’s, glinting with distinct approval, and with triumph. Knowing exactly what she was doing, and joining her alongsideit. Helping her revisit that long-ago night, and remake it, together.
“Ach, mark this,ástin mín,” Gaelfr breathed, low in Kalfr’s ear. “Once again, your pretty mate is greedy, andjealous. So jealous, she cannot bear you taking your due without her. What shall we do with her?”
But he was pleased, so pleased, and Kalfr knew it, too. And oh, the way the light and the relief shot through his eyes, bright with hunger and longing and power. As if what he would say next would change everything, forever…
“There is naught else to do, Gael,” he murmured. “We must now take her, and make her ours. Together.”
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They would make Raye theirs. Together.
It took Raye an instant to fully follow it, as heat and disbelief tangled in her belly — but Gaelfr gave her a slow, dangerous grin, while Kalfr raised his brows, allowed the power and command to steal across his glittering eyes.
“So if you truly wish for this, Raye,” Kalfr said, “you will bare yourself for us, and open wide. Show us what is ours.”
Fuck. The hunger shot to Raye’s groin, and she nodded, fast and frantic, as she began tearing off her clothes. Not even glancing around her, not caring who saw, because all that mattered was doing this, together. And she spoke another silent prayer as her eyes instinctively flicked up to the moon, watching them. Blessing them.
Kalfr and Gaelfr’s eyes swept over Raye’s now-bare body with ever-rising approval, wanting her, trusting her — and she kept watching them in return, revelling in it, drinking it up, as she sank back onto the damp moss beneath her, and spread her legs wide. Trusting them in return, showing them what was theirs, offering up her power without the slightest hesitation.
“I’m all yours,vörður,” she breathed toward Kalfr, holding his flashing eyes. “Yours, and yourástvinur’s. Please, grant me your favour. Let me share this with you both.Please.”
Kalfr’s hard, guttural moan felt like it vibrated the very earth beneath her, and in a jerky, wrenching movement, he was there. Here. He and Gaelfr both, Kalfr on his knees between Raye’s spread legs, with Gaelfr still close behind him, his strong arm clamped around Kalfr’s gasping chest.
“Not yet,ástin mín,” Gaelfr said, husky, as his other hand began yanking at Kalfr’s trousers, dragging them downwards. “You are yet mine, and I have waited long enough to have you thus — so your greedy mate must be patient, and wait her turn. She must watch, and witness this, and welcome it.”
Watch. Witness this. Welcome it. It was a taunt from Gaelfr, a test, maybe another punishment — but Raye knew it was important, too. It was part of what Kalfr and Gaelfr should have done, even before that long-ago night. They should have trusted her enough to give her the truth, and she should have had a chance to welcome it, or not. To witness it, and make her own choice.
So Raye nodded, waiting, watching, as Gaelfr finished shoving Kalfr’s trousers downwards, releasing his bare cock into the open air. It was already hard, bobbing straight out toward Raye’s sprawled waiting body, and Gaelfr’s big hand gripped roughly against it, circling it with stark familiarity, tugging it with surprising force. A movement that instantly milked out a thick, shining bead of white from Kalfr’s slit, and as Gaelfr kept stroking, that bead kept growing, hovering, until it dropped and dangled, hanging toward Raye’s waiting body in a slowly lengthening string.
It was perhaps another part of the test, Gaelfr showing Raye how easily he could handle her mate, how he could milk him like that, drag up his gasps and moans. And Kalfr didn’t even twitchwhen Gaelfr’s other hand shoved down behind him, moving with decisive purpose. Touching Kalfr, maybe stretching him open, readying him for this, the way he’d so often done with Raye.
And there was no denying Kalfr’s pleasure in it. The way his eyes fluttered lower, his sharp tooth biting his lip, his gleaming chest shuddering with his breaths. While his jutting cock beneath Gaelfr’s steady strokes kept bobbing and leaking, pooling that shining strand of seed longer and thicker, swaying it back and forth with a shameless abandon that felt shockingly obscene.
“Good,ástin mín,” Gaelfr breathed into Kalfr’s ear, as he shoved down his own trousers, and gripped both hands at Kalfr’s hips. “You will now welcome my strong ploughing, ach?”
Kalfr rapidly nodded, arching back for him, opening for him — and when Gaelfr pushed forward, Raye could almost feel it. Could feel Gaelfr’s fat, blunt cock breaching into her mate, shoving hard and decisive past his defenses, barging his way in. And fuck, the way Kalfr responded to it, his entire body curving, his head tilted back, his throat bared, his groan almost a cry. While his jutting cock bucked and dipped and spurted, spattering its string of white full across Raye’s bare belly.
Behind him, Gaelfr’s burning eyes caught on Raye, holding with silent demanding triumph. Showing her, beyond all doubt, his pure, clear ownership of her mate, and what he would have gladly done to Kalfr while she’d watched, that long-ago night.
And yes, perhaps Raye could admit, the quiver of jealousy was still there, too. Jealousy that Gaelfr could so easily make Kalfr look like that, like — her eyes snapped back up to the moon — like the son of the goddess he was. Like a powerful, otherworldly being dropped among them, blessed with warmth and pleasure and magic. And if there was any weakness in this, in Kalfr welcoming his swornástvinur’s tending like this, Raye couldn’t see it — and the longer she watched, the more it felt likesomething else entirely. Like a straight channel to the divine, perhaps, a way for Kalfr to draw down the goddess’ light, and make it his own.
And as Raye kept watching, witnessing, feeling the truth of it splash against her skin, that certainty only kept growing, prickling and peculiar. Kalfr truly did need this. He’d needed this, all this time. And perhaps he really had lost the goddess without it — not because the goddess had abandoned him, but because she’d given this to him, made it his with vows and pleasure, until it had become such a deep part of him that he would forever grieve its loss.
