“My turn,ástin mín,” Gaelfr rasped, into Kalfr’s throat, and when Raye glanced downwards, Gaelfr’s glossy cock was already hard and dripping again, pooling onto the altar below. And above her, Kalfr groaned and nodded, thrusting faster, deeper, his head arching up — and he quaked as he emptied out inside her, pumping out flare after flare of his own hot seed, spewing it in together with Gaelfr’s, churning and stirring it into one.
Kalfr looked dazed when he met Raye’s eyes again, dropping a filthy, scraping kiss to her lips — and with a hiss, he drew out and sideways, releasing another surge of hot fluid from between them, even thicker and messier than before. But Gaelfr’s hulking body was already crouching over her, his hard crown finding its place easy this time, carving its way into her. Fucking in hard and fast, while the seed spilled and sputtered out around him, the sounds sloshing, the scents swirling with all the rest into the air, rising to the moon above.
Everything seemed a little brighter now, a little closer, the pleasure sharp and wheeling, sparks prickling beneath Raye’s skin. And jolting stronger with every pump of Gaelfr’s beautiful body inside her, seeking to grant her more of his strength andcare, spurred on by Kalfr’s hands touching them both, streaking more sparks across Raye’s face, her breasts, her belly.
And with it, whipping it up even higher, were the other touches, too. Brushes of shoulders and thighs, bodies rutting and arching, the silk of sweat, the thrust of muscle and need. Eyolf’s elbow nudging against Raye’s as he gasped and pulled his thighs higher, William’s long fallen-out hair tickling her shoulder as he bobbed over Soren’s groin. And Raye was hazily, distinctly aware of a lithe, naked Fengr kneeling high beside her, his body gyrating with astonishing grace and beauty, his face tipped to the sky, alight with unmistakable bliss, while below him, Skirvir bucked and stared, his frantic groans raking through the air.
And it didn’t matter, not really, if Skirvir’s sharp spray of seed caught Raye across the waist, not when Gaelfr was again stiffening and pouring out inside her, surging her full of yet more of his pleasure and strength. And when Gaelfr pulled away with a groan, and waved Kalfr over again, it didn’t matter if their mingled seed spurted out of Raye’s body in a hard arc this time, landing across Egil’s arm — or if Egil then raised his wet arm to his mouth, licking it clean with a long, hungry stroke of his tongue. Because Kalfr was here again, sinking deep inside her again, fizzing yet more dizzying pleasure all through her, coating her thighs and her breath, pouring out all over the altar beneath them.
“More,” Raye gasped, earning a heated, groaning kiss from Gaelfr to her mouth, his big hands squeezing at her breasts. But someone else’s hands were gently touching her thighs, lifting her legs higher for Kalfr’s ease, opening up the sounds and the scents, spattering more of their combined seed out for the orcs rutting and gasping behind them. While more hot slickness caught against her leg, against her fingers clutching Kalfr’s back,and all she could do was smear it against him, wring up the scents brighter, draw down the pleasure closer —
“No, not thus,” came Gaelfr’s gasping voice, and when Raye’s fluttering eyes found him, he was guiding Egil’s hand away from his hard dripping cock. “Our woman is — jealous. Greedy. Selfish.”
But it sounded pleased, proud,triumphant— and amidst the careening pleasure, Raye nodded, and gratefully smiled toward him. “Yes, I am,” she breathed, even as her hand caressed with astonishing ease at Egil’s sticky thigh, perhaps meeting him, speaking a silent apology. “Mine.”
Egil’s grin back was easy and unoffended, his hand patting hers in return before he turned toward Othan beside him. While Gaelfr gazed at Raye with possessive pride blazing in his eyes, and when she reached and drew him closer, his touch fired out so much heat and pleasure that she could scarcely stand it, could scarcely survive beneath the intensity of its light.
Kalfr surely felt it too, shouting as he arched up and filled her with more heat, more streaming sparking radiance. Speaking to her, the scents sweeping up with the warmth of his eyes, saying,I love you, I understand you, I trust you. And then, softer, so sweet she could taste it,Thank you, sæta.
Raye smiled back at Kalfr, caressed his slippery skin, hurled the scent and trust and affection even brighter in the air. And brighter still as he kissed her, and eased aside for hisástvinur, and Gaelfr’s strong bracing strength filled her again, sank smooth and victorious into her pouring bounty, bathing him in the radiance streaming from inside her.
Raye cried out and opened even wider for him, offering herself up soft and soaked and willing for him, a ready waiting offering. Kalfr was helping her too, his hands caressing against her jiggling breasts, pinching her nipples to full hardness, drawing them closer to the sky, and now more of theirbandmates’ hands had joined him — not only drawing her thighs even wider, but also gently caressing her arms and legs, smoothing their shining seed into her skin, and even carefully spreading her hair against the altar, tucking flowers into her messy curls.
It felt like a dream, now, a trance, a swaying riotous euphoria. Like the goddess had settled here on the altar among them, showering them with deep, decadent streams of blessing. And it was shining brightest from Raye herself, flaring out from beneath her gleaming skin, pouring out from the very core of her, anointing Gaelfr’s striving seeking cock with the full power of her blessing, baptizing him in power and light.
And its one final gift came from Gaelfr himself, his entire body buckling, bending, bowing for her, as the light exploded from deep within him, and showered deep into her, instead. One last coruscating arc, blasting her with fire and colour and life —
And then, in answer to its call, Raye — shattered. Breaking apart into glittering sparkling shards of ecstasy, burning incandescent and free, while her cry of victory and wonder sang through the night, calling all to bow and worship before it.
And here before her, her orcs were bowing. Obeying. Their heads low, their hands on their hearts, their shared prayer shimmering through the night air. But then the night’s favoured supplicant slowly drew out of her, rising swaying to his knees, so their full combined light could stream out of her, pooling rich and abundant onto the altar beneath them.
“Goddess of Bautul,” Gaelfr breathed, his voice hushed and reverent, his hand over his heart. “We have offered this brave, faithful woman before you this night, and she has offered you her freely earned gifts in return. I beg you to honour her, and grant you her favour. I beg you to pour out your greatest blessing upon her, and make her our own.”
Our own. Our own. A prayer, a promise, reverberating through the garden all around them, rising to the sky. Quivering through Gaelfr’s body, and Kalfr’s beside him, and all the orcs around them, their heads still bowed, their hands all touching warm and safe to her skin. Honouring her. Blessing her.
Raye drank it as deep as she could, filled herself with its quiet sacred favour, with its deep, unspeakable power. And for a shining breath, as the moon winked down toward her, she — shewasthe goddess. The goddess’ breath easing through her, the light dwelling deep inside her, burning even the smallest motes of darkness away.
Raye was blessed. She was Bautul.
She didn’t know how long she held it, channeled it, cradled it sacred and true — but at some point, it slowly slipped away again, stealing into the night, while the band slipped away, too. Until finally it was just her again, sprawled shaky and sticky on the altar, with Kalfr and Gaelfr lying warm and safe on either side of her, touching her, kissing at her cheeks, her neck, her hair.
“Good,sæta?” Kalfr’s husky voice murmured, and when Raye’s eyes focused on him, he was smiling, warm and easy and affectionate, without a flicker of distance or hesitation. And Raye’s smile came easy too, and maybe triumphant, because she’d met his challenge, hadn’t she? She’d shown him, as strong and as fierce as a kick to the bollocks, how much she’d wanted this. How in those shining, magical moments, she’d…becomethis.
“Yes, so good,” she murmured, caressing her shaky hand against the slick-wet skin of his arm. “Though is this really… common, among you? This amount of…helping?”
Kalfr nodded, and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Ach, common enough,” he replied. “Most of all within our bands. It is one of the old Bautul ways, and it deepens our scents upon eachother, and thus helps us better find and follow each other, and keep each other safe.”
And though Raye perhaps should have been shocked by this revelation, she could only muster a curious fascination, stroking a hand against the dripping-wet roundness of her belly. “So this is why Bautul bonds are stronger, too,” she said, not quite a question. “And why you barely noticed Sybil’s scent on you.”
Goddess, maybe she shouldn’t be bringing Sybil into this either, but Kalfr’s eyes were still warm, easy, without a flicker of doubt or pain. “Ach, just thus,” he murmured. “But also you, and Gael. You have just seen how much seed myástvinurcan make in one night, have you not?”
His eyes danced as they flicked toward Gaelfr again, and his hand caressed Raye’s slick belly too, again as if showing it off for Gaelfr’s eyes. “You shall be dripping his seed for weeks,sæta, and scenting stronger of him every day,” he said lightly. “As if he was not already besotted enough, ach, Gael?”
It was only then that Raye’s eyes fully met Gaelfr’s, her face strangely heating. As if she’d been avoiding looking at him, as if she felt almost shy, despite everything they’d just done. But he still looked a little shy too, and maybe awestruck, as he betrayed a hard swallow, and his hand slid down to join Kalfr’s on her rounded belly.
“A-ach,” he breathed. “You — you look and scent so good thus,sæta. So sweet. You are just what I — I —”
His throat swallowed again, his mouth oddly wavering, and now Kalfr’s hand slipped toward him, caressing against his shoulder. “Speak this, Gael,” he murmured. “The vows.”
