“Good,” Gaelfr gasped, his head arched back, his big body still bucking up beneath her. “Ach. Suck me,sæta. Milk your good seed deep from me. Thus. Harder.More.”
Raye frantically obeyed, driving his invading heft into her throat, so deep she slightly gagged around him. But it didn’t matter, nothing mattered but sucking him, tasting him, dragging it out from him, feeling him shudder and spasm as she obliged. “Good,” he gasped again. “Suck me. Drink your fill from me. Feed yourself upon me, make yourself plump and fat and hale upon me, ach,ach—”
He shoved his thigh up between her legs, rubbing hard between them, while his strong hands gripped firmly in her hair, guiding her head up and down his shaft. Driving her smoother, faster, frenzied and frantic, slamming into her throat, rutting her on his thigh. Higher and tighter and hotter, the need and the rush and the wild overwhelming taunting, grabbing, grinding out into Raye’s very soul —
Gaelfr thrashed as he broke, blasting out so much hot fluid it instantly filled Raye’s mouth, bubbled out between her lips, streamed down her chin. But she braced herself and swallowed, gulping it down fast and hard and ravenous, while Gaelfr’s claws scraped against her scalp, and a sound like a prayer gasped from his mouth. And his body kept arching, his thigh rubbing harder between her legs, and oh, that,yes, spiralling streaking shrieking relief, pulsing with every grasping gulp of her throat.
When the pleasure slowly stuttered again, ebbing off into the air around them, Raye found herself brazenly straddled over Gaelfr’s bare, hairy thigh, her slick-wet body spread wide open against him. While her traitorous mouth was still greedily sucking his softening length, revelling in the bizarre, ridiculous triumph of fully enclosing him now, mouthing at his coarse dark hair, feeling his every last spasm, drinking every last drop.
And Gaelfr… didn’t mind. Did he? No, his hands were still deep in her hair, his breath heaving, his eyes glittering as he watched. “Good,” he murmured, so soft. “That is better,sæta, is it not?”
That is better. And it was, it was so much better, the sickly discomfort almost entirely vanished, Raye’s thoughts surprisingly calm and clear again. Except for the fact that her chin was smeared with Gaelfr’s sticky seed, and she was still grinding on his leg, and sucking on his soft, chubby, bizarrely appealing cock. And she should probably stop that sometime soon, and…
And then — Gaelfr slowly, purposefully glanced sideways. Toward — the door. The door that had once been closed, but was now half-open, because…
Kalfr was watching.
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Kalfr was watching this. Seeing this. Seeing Raye kneeling over Gaelfr, split open on his thigh, worshipping his plump, flaccid cock.
“Should you like a turn,ástin mín?” Gaelfr asked Kalfr, his voice both rough and soft, his hand smoothing against Raye’s hair. “You can see I have not yet sated her, and she would gladly welcome this from you, I ken.”
The words kicked and swirled, splattered behind Raye’s eyes, and far, far too late, she wrenched backwards, away from Gaelfr, wiping at her wet mouth, and yanking down her skirts with frantic, trembling hands. While Kalfr only stared at her, at her swollen sticky mouth, while pure, painful hatred blazed in his eyes.
“No,” he spat, through gritted teeth. “No. I only” — he dragged in a breath, buried both palms into his eyes — “I only wished to tell you that Svein is… asking for you. Both of you.”
There was palpable bitterness in his voice, but for a breath, it was drowned out by Raye’s sudden screeching terror.Svein. Where was Svein, how long had they been in here, how long hadhe been asking for them, what if he had heard this, orseenthis, damn it,damnit —
“Our son is safe, woman,” came Gaelfr’s voice, as his hand circled around Raye’s wrist. “I can scent him down below, ach? Kalfr would not have come in, had he been nearby.”
Right. Raye jerked a nod, her arm spasming in his grip, her eyes still fixed to Kalfr’s face. As if drawn there by a bond, a powerful link between them, and she shuddered at the strange awareness of it, the undeniable truth of it.This need to be near, to touch, to drink, to mate.To be at peace with our bondmate, and to be sure of his peace and pleasure, in return…
“Th-thank you for telling us, Kalfr,” she said, though her voice was hoarse — from burying Gaelfr’s cock down her throat, oh gods. “And if this was… disrespectful to you, I apologize. Truly.”
The glinting hatred in Kalfr’s eyes didn’t change, but Gaelfr scoffed as he shoved up to his feet, and yanked up his trousers. “Do not apologize to him over this, woman,” he said, with a clap to her shoulder. “You needed care, and he did not offer it. Thus, what else can he expect?”
His glance toward Kalfr was saucy, challenging, and maybe hungry, too. And without warning, he leaned forward, gripped Kalfr’s waist, and nipped at his scarred throat. “Join us, next time,” he murmured, into Kalfr’s neck. “You both need this, and I should like to see her full of you, ach?”
Raye’s face furiously heated, and her gaze met Kalfr’s again. But the hatred in his eyes faltered, just a little, and he wasn’t arguing this, was he? He wasn’t saying,No, I would never want that.There is naught you could ever, ever do…
Raye’s face burned even hotter, and her eyes dropped to where Gaelfr was now nibbling affectionately at Kalfr’s throat, and further down, his hand was… touching. Palming at the front of Kalfr’s trousers. At where there was a long, distinct,undeniable ridge, straining beneath Gaelfr’s hand, swelling fuller with every breath…
Raye stared for an instant too long, while something thudded deep in her belly. Had Kalfr…likedseeing that, between her and Gaelfr? Did hewantthat? Did he still want…her?
But then he growled, low and irritable, and shoved Gaelfr’s hand away. And when Raye’s eyes found his face again, he was glaring away from her, too, though his grey skin looked flushed, his nostrils flaring. As if… maybe this wasn’t over, for good. Maybe there was something she could do, after all…
And perhaps Gaelfr thought so too, because he didn’t seem at all daunted by Kalfr’s obvious rejection of his attentions. Instead, he smiled fondly toward Kalfr as he hooked his bulky arm around his neck, and drew him toward the door.
“Now, our son is waiting for us,” he said. “He is most perfect, is he not,ástin mín? Are you not the proudest father in the realm?”
His other hand reached back to catch Raye’s, tugging her along behind them, and she could see Kalfr’s almost imperceptible nod, the sag of his stiff shoulders beneath Gaelfr’s arm. As if he truly did welcome this, or need this. And Raye shouldn’t feel relieved by that, she wasn’t supposed to care,there is naught you could ever, ever do…
They found Svein already sitting up in Kalfr’s bed, dressed in his sleeping clothes, and clutching Mr. Snuggles to his chest. “Papa Kalfr said I could sleep here, while we stay,” he promptly informed them. “And he’ll sleep right there” — he pointed his claw toward the room directly across the hall — “so I can see and scent him. And you can sleep in the room beside me, Mama, and Papa Gaelfr right there.”
He again pointed as he spoke, first toward the wall to the left, and then toward the room that was across the hall from it. All four of them in a neat square, together, and though the thoughtthumped strangely in Raye’s chest, she nodded, and smiled at Svein’s proud, contented face. Gods, he was so happy here. Sosafe. And no matter what, that made all this mess worth it. Itdid.
“Papa Kalfr helped me get ready for bed,” Svein blithely continued, with a shy smile toward him. “But Papa Gaelfr, you still need to braid my hair. And Mama, you need to sing to me.”
