“Ach, he never fought this, either,sæta,” Kalfr murmured, as his deft fingers slid further down Gaelfr’s front, cupping and rolling his heavy bollocks. “You ought to have scented him, whenever you welcomed his touch and his care — and most of all whenever he watched me plough you, and fill you with my seed. So greedy. Sojealous.”
Raye’s breath escaped in a laugh, too, and she shot an astonished look toward Kalfr behind her — but his own eyes were wicked, conspiratorial, pleased. “You hungered for my mate,ástin mín,” he drawled toward Gaelfr. “You longed to touch her, and tend her, and bury yourself deep inside her with me. You wished to make her squeal and spurt for you, and swell with your good strong seed.”
Gaelfr’s breath heaved, his eyes holding helplessly on Kalfr’s face, while Kalfr flashed him a stunning, teasing grin, and slipped his hand down over Raye’s belly. To where it felt softer, fuller, than it had even that morning, and when she let it fill with her breath, pressing its roundness into Kalfr’s touch, he rewarded her with a knowing nibble to her neck, another low, approving laugh. As if he wanted to taunt Gaelfr with her, to taste that jealousy in his scent.
“And she has granted you this, Gael,” Kalfr murmured, and oh, now Raye could feel the hardness in his own trousers, too, prodding hungry against her back. “She has welcomed your good care and feeding. She has swallowed dozens of your good loads inside her. She has welcomed your filling, your fucking, your new life in her empty womb.Ournew life.”
Gaelfr’s breath came out in a desperate growl this time, his eyes darting between Kalfr and Raye’s faces, and then down to Raye’s belly. His entire body had begun slightly vibrating, asif he was forcing himself to stay still, and Kalfr responded by drawing Raye backwards, up onto the altar beside him. Both of them kneeling together on the soft fur someone had helpfully spread across it, while Gaelfr kept watching them with hazy, greedy eyes.
“So come, Gael,” came Kalfr’s heated voice, as his hand slid down between Raye’s thighs, caressing gentle and approving against where she was already slick and quivering. “Take what I offer you, upon this altar. What my mate offers you, also.”
Gaelfr came a quick, jerky step closer, another guttural growl rumbling from his throat, and Raye held his blazing eyes as she stroked her belly, too. Showing him what he’d done, flaunting how she was already forever changed, because of him.
“Please, Gael,” she whispered. “Please, make me your mate. I need you, I’ve always needed you, I —”
But then, oh hell, Gaelfr lunged forward, and up onto the altar. Prowling on all fours toward Raye, huge and dangerous and powerful, his claws out, his teeth bared, that growl still burning from his throat. “Mine,” he rasped, as he came still closer, crowding her backwards, down onto the fur. “Mine.”
Raye gasped and nodded, sinking fully back onto the fur, spreading her legs wide around him. Inviting him even closer, wanting him to crawl over her like this, to trap her here beneath him. And fuck, that was the feel of his heavy, hanging cock, already hungrily rooting between her spread legs, flexing and shoving as it searched for its way inside. And beside them, Kalfr let out another heated laugh as he slipped his hand down, and notched Gaelfr’s bulbous, spasming, dripping-wet crown into Raye’s slick open heat.
“Good,ástin mín,” Kalfr breathed in his ear, soft and soothing. “My sweet mate is wide open for you. Ready to offer herself for your ploughing. Your claiming.”
Gaelfr barked another low, feral growl, his body convulsing, his eyes rolling back, his cock wildly spasming against Raye’s trembling heat. As if he was about to snap, to explode, to drive himself home and howl to the moon above —
But instead, he dragged in a great, wrenching breath, gasping something that might have been a prayer — and with obvious effort, he dropped his frenzied eyes to Raye’s face. “You are yet,” he gasped, between breaths, “sure of this? Of me?”
But it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world for Raye to nod, to smile fondly back up at Gaelfr, to stroke at his beloved face. “Yes, Gael,” she whispered back. “I’m sure. I swear to you. Before the goddess, before my mate, before —”
Her eyes flicked sideways, toward what she’d perhaps already scented, here all around them. Their band. Eyolf and Iyolf, Skirvir and Fengr, Rurik and Julian, Soren and William, Egil and Othan. All of them here, witnessing this, and as Raye blinked toward them, Eyolf and Iyolf stepped closer, and began shyly spreading something white and green onto the altar around them. Fresh flowers, for them. For their blessing.
“Before all our generous, brilliant band,” Raye whispered, as she met Gaelfr’s gaze again, “I swear it, Gael.”
It was her showing it, proving it, beyond all doubt, for anyone who wanted to see — and she could feel the way it struck Gaelfr, could taste the stark, dizzying relief in his eyes and his scent. And his tooth bit his lip, hard enough to draw up red beneath it, as he shakily drew his fist to his heart, and then slid it down to clench over Raye’s thundering heart, too.
“Good,sæta,” he choked. “Good. I am — most honoured.”
Most honoured. For a breath, there was only more shaky, sweeping relief, a rising wheeling euphoria, Kalfr’s grin toward them so warm and pleased and triumphant — but then it all shot away, blasted into the fierce, head-swarming power of Gaelfr’shuge cock driving deep inside her, filling her, claiming her, making her his.
Raye’s cry rang through the garden, her body quivering and seizing around him, her hands scrabbling against his broad back, dragging him down closer. And fuck, the feel of him as he sank heavy onto her, his body so big and hot and overwhelming, covering her, closing her in, while his spasming pole began pounding in and out, rapid and compulsive, as if it couldn’t bear to be still. As if every last part of him needed to rut, to fuck, to feed, to fill.
“Please, Gael,” Raye gasped, as she clung to him, arched herself up to meet him, felt her greedy heat stroking him, milking him, needing more and more of him. “Fuck. Yes. Please.”
Gaelfr’s groan shuddered through his entire body, and he slammed in even faster, the slapping sounds flaring through the air. While beside him, Kalfr was helping, murmuring his heated approval as he nipped and kissed at Gaelfr’s neck, both hands stroking at his back, his arse, down to his swinging bollocks. Driving Gaelfr on still harder and faster, until Raye was writhing and begging beneath him, and he was howling and wrenching up, already so close, so —
Gaelfr’s whole body arched, his roar rising to the moon as he pulsed and poured out, his cock stabbed and straining deep inside. Feeding her, emptying himself for her, giving her all he had, and Raye gladly took it, welcomed it, revelled in the truth of it flooding out within her. Granting her his favour, his power, his fealty. Making himself hers, finishing this, for good.
But… Gaelfr didn’t seem finished. Did he? No, he was still half-hard and straining inside her, his eyes still wild and hungry on her face, and he groped for Kalfr, dragged him further up beside him. “N-need you,ástin mín,” he gasped. “Help me, whilst I make more.”
Raye wasn’t following, but Kalfr clearly understood, giving Gaelfr an indulgent smile as he nodded, and pressed another kiss to his red-streaked neck. “And shall we ask their help, also?” he murmured, angling his head toward their watching bandmates. “If oursætaagrees?”
Right. The helping. Gaelfr’s ragged groan sounded like assent, and his half-hard cock still inside Raye shuddered, surely suggesting he very much wanted that. But he was still waiting, casting a questioning glance down at Raye’s face — and though she still didn’t know exactly what this would entail, she was already nodding, saying yes. Trusting them.
Gaelfr groaned again, and bent to press a hard kiss to Raye’s mouth before slowly drawing back from her, and sinking off to her side. Releasing a surge of hot, pent-up seed from within her, but then it stopped again, safe again, because Kalfr had shifted up atop her with surprising swiftness, and now it was his hard cock sliding inside her, deep into the sticky slickness Gaelfr had left behind. And Raye could feel him shuddering and swelling even fuller, his breath gasping, as if he truly wanted to feel this, to fuck his mate while she was already full of hisástvinur’s fresh seed.
“Good?” Kalfr breathed, hot in her ear, and Raye shivered and nodded, clutched her hands to his muscled back as he ground himself deep, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips in return. “Our bandmates will now offer their help, then,” he murmured, with a meaningful glance up toward them. “Only speak, if you wish them to stop.”
Raye nodded again, still not feeling the slightest alarm about this, not even as the band’s orcs came closer, and began settling down on the altar around them. Their bodies were now bared to the moonlight too, their skin brushing warm and smooth against hers — but they weren’t really facing toward her, or toward Kalfr and Gaelfr either. And instead, they were focusing on… eachother. On drawing each other close, with hands and legs and mouths. As if only joining Raye and Kalfr and Gaelfr on the altar, so they could offer up their own worship toward the goddess, too.
“Still good?” Kalfr murmured, searching Raye’s eyes, and yes, it was good. So damned good, with Kalfr still moving like this over her, inside her, spurting out Gaelfr’s messy seed between them, while Gaelfr himself now knelt beside them, watching them with fervent hooded eyes, his nostrils flaring. And all around them, their bandmates kept finding and meeting each other too, rocking and gasping, surrounding them with strength, flooding the air with the heady mingled scents of hunger and pleasure and life. Being part of this, with them.
