But Raye still didn’t resist. Didn’t refuse. Only kept watching, shivering at the sight of his big hand slipping down his front, fumbling at his trousers. Pulling them apart, releasing…
That. His thick, impossibly huge cock. Falling heavy and hungry from his trousers, down toward Raye’s face. And with it, a pair of bulging, hairy, equally massive bollocks, hanging ponderously over her blinking eyes.
“Fuck,” she whispered, as that thick length bobbed again, and a pulse of white fluid oozed from its blunt glossy crown, and dangled down toward her. “Fuck.”
But it was a push, a taunt, and maybe it was awe, too. The impossible sight of it, the smell of it, the musk and heat and strength of it. The whispering awareness that yes, Gaelfr was barging in again, and this time it was with his — hismalereproductive organs— exposed and hanging and hovering over her face. Asking, demanding, in the most shockingly brazen way possible, and Raye was still staring, licking at her too-dry mouth. Saying… yes.
Yes.
She found herself nodding, meeting Gaelfr’s upside-down eyes — earning in return a low groan from above her, a swayof the huge leaking cock over her eyes. And then his hand, thrusting down between them, gripping his shaft, aiming that glossy crown downwards, stringing its dangling white onto her parted lips. And —
He pushed it into Raye’s mouth.
Raye moaned and trembled, flooded all over with the shock of it, the truth of it, the —
Thetasteof it. The rich, impossibly stunning sweetness, swarming her with craving, quaking her all over. While reeling visions ofKalfrcharged behind her eyes, Kalfr kneeling over her just like this, sliding himself smoothly into her mouth as he arched and gasped.
Raye’s mouth began sucking, all on its own, attempting to draw more of that huge rounded head between her already-stretched lips. While above her, Gaelfr’s body shuddered, jerking that swollen flesh harder against her mouth, spurting out more slick sweetness onto her tongue.
“Mine,” he breathed, and she could feel the word, shivering against her. “Suck me,sæta.”
It shouldn’t have made Raye tremble like that, moaning around his invading head, flicking her tongue into his oozing, spasming slit. But now he was moaning too, sputtering out more of that hot seed, rocking against her, jostling himself ever deeper between her stretched-out lips. While his head bent downwards, his strong hands gripping beneath her thighs, tilting them upwards toward him, and then —
Helatchedto her. Caught onto her, with his lips, his tongue, maybe even his teeth. His face now fully buried between her legs, ravishing and feasting upon her, while his impossible tongue again thrust deep inside her. Feeling thicker and more alive than before, stretching her open wider and wider, while his hot shuddering shaft did the same to her mouth, deep enough thathis full dangling bollocks tickled at her nose. Stoppering her at both ends, just as he’d promised. Commanding her.Owningher.
It should have felt risky, dangerous, mortifying, trapped here beneath a huge demanding orc, impaled on his tongue and his cock — but in this unthinkable moment, Raye almost felt… free. Peaceful.Powerful. Her body filled and used andwanted, her pleasure skidding and swirling, her triumph blazing behind her eyes. The relief teetering so close now, a rising roar deep in her belly, and it was as though Gaelfr’s driving tongue could feel it too, urging her on, more and more and more —
Until — a pause. A loss. His tongue, swiftly drawing out of her, so he could —
“Drink me,” he said, hoarse and breathless. “Feed yourself upon me. Every drop.”
The order thrilled through Raye’s wracking body, while Gaelfr’s face plunged back between her legs, his tongue ramming up deep. While his shaft blocking her mouth swelled even fuller, stuttering hard between her lips, oh, oh —
The ecstasy shrieked and burned, crashing through Raye’s impaled body, flooding her mouth. Spraying hard and forceful into her throat, filling up her cheeks with hot demanding richness, and for a brief blaring instant she was sure she would choke on it, drown on it — but then she swallowed. Swallowed again and again, in frantic time with her own body’s pulsing euphoria, spasming around Gaelfr’s fat invading tongue, kissing his wonderful mouth.
And it felt sweet, afterwards. Sweet, and dizzy, and gentle, as that soft mouth licked her through her final lingering shudders. And as the dripping strength in her own mouth slowly shuddered to softness too, squeezing out a few final spurts of sweetness, giving her every last drop.
Finally, Gaelfr drew up, away. Flooding Raye with cool open air, and a strange emptiness between her numb lips. And whenshe reflexively groped for him again, it was only a moment before he settled down beside her, the right way this time. His heavy arm curving over her, his hand spreading against where her stomach felt far fuller than before.
“Better?” he murmured, soft into her hair, and Raye could only nod, and curl closer against him. Dragging in that delicious smell of him, a smell she could now taste on her lips, too, because he’d gone and poured her full of him. And she should be more bothered by that, she should…
“And you?” she asked instead, hazy, foolish, slipping her arm around his waist. “Better?”
There was an instant of stillness, of something Raye couldn’t follow in the dark. “Ach,” came his voice, but it was a shade too careful, too even. And then he fell still and silent, but for a faint spasm of his hand against her waist.
As if… it wasn’t better for him, after all. As if maybe he regretted it. Just as he’d regretted the night before, too.
Something cold crept up Raye’s spine, and with it came the first whispers of humiliation, of shame. How had she already forgotten the night before? How had she already forgotten that Gaelfr didn’t truly want her? He only wanted… he wanted…
“Kalfr,” Raye croaked, as that shame kept rising, twisting with a deep foreboding horror. “Will… will Kalfr know about this, when he comes? Will he be able to… smell it on us?”
The question came out sharp and accusing, ringing through the silence, until it was broken by Gaelfr’s slow, steady exhale. “Ach,” he said. “He will.”
He will. Spoken without inflection, without a flicker of surprise or fear. As if he’d been fully aware of that from the start, that Kalfr would know exactly what they’d just done. Gaelfr squatting over Raye’s face, rubbing her with his bollocks, jamming himself down her throat.
The shame stung hotter behind Raye’s eyes, and she shoved away from Gaelfr in the bed, twisting toward the wall. “You did that on purpose, then,” she hissed, her voice thin. “As revenge? Against me, or him? Or both of us?”
There was more stillness behind her, and then another long, slow exhale. “I was only tending you, woman,” he replied. “As is my right, and my sworn duty, in myástvinur’s stead.”
