She shifted closer on her knees, took a breath, leaned in… and oh, Kalfr was there.Here. Blasting through all her awareness at once, so hard the room spun, the floor tipping beneath her. The taste of him, so rich and familiar and impossibly sweet. The feel of him, so strong and hard, sheathed with such softness. The smell of him, musky and dizzying. And the sight of it, in the shadowed light beneath the table. The dark curls on his groin, the swell of his furred bollocks beneath, the straight, firm shaft. And even Gaelfr’s big, capable hand still curled easy and familiar around its base, as if it belonged there between them.
Raye gasped as she drew Kalfr’s jutting crown a little deeper between her lips, tentatively brushing her tongue into the sweetness at his slit. And in return, he… shuddered.Kalfrshuddered, responded, toher— and oh, that was more sweetness, pooling out hot and succulent onto her trembling tongue.
Raye swallowed hard and eager, her hunger flaring hot, while flashing impressions whispered behind her fluttering eyes. He tasted even better than Gaelfr, even richer than sheremembered, and he was smoother, easier to swallow deeper. All silk and sweetness, just the perfect size to stretch her lips around. And how would it feel if he delved into her throat, just like that, deep enough that her lips just brushed against Gaelfr’s still-present hand around his base, oh gods…
“Good, ach?” came Gaelfr’s distant murmur, as his hand before Raye’s eyes slipped away from Kalfr, in favour of curling smooth and possessive into Raye’s hair. “Better than that foul lying harpy, is it not?”
If Kalfr answered, Raye couldn’t hear it, but that silken length again shuddered in her mouth, and squeezed out more slippery seed into her spasming throat. Enough that she betrayed a choked groan as she swallowed, and in return, Gaelfr’s hand patted brief but decisive against her hair.
“Good,” he said again, and she couldn’t tell if it was meant for Kalfr, or for her, or both. “Now, deeper.”
Deeper. Kalfr again shuddered in Raye’s mouth, sputtering out more sweetness, while Gaelfr’s hand on Raye’s head drew her forward. Guiding her gentle but inexorable, prodding Kalfr’s spasming head harder into her equally spasming throat. Deep enough that she had to drag in air through her nostrils, fight down the rising, overpowering urge to gag…
“I said, deeper, woman,” came Gaelfr’s cool, merciless order. “Myástvinurdeserves your best. Deserves to feel you choking upon him.”
Gods damn him, and damn the way Raye was responding to him. Desperately hauling in more air, fighting to relax and soften her throat, to swallow Kalfr deeper. To welcome his invasion, his ownership, his test.
Her jaw was aching now, her eyes streaming water, but when Gaelfr’s hand drew her still closer, she didn’t resist. Not even when her occupied throat betrayed a gulping, audible gag. Andoh, Kalfr was shuddering again, and he gasped above her, his thighs quivering, his hips bucking up —
“Drink him, woman,” Gaelfr hissed. “Gorge yourself upon myástvinur’s good strong seed. Every last drop.”
Kalfr’s breath choked, his hips snapping up again — and then he spewed out, hot and hard, so forceful it stung deep in Raye’s throat. Pouring out straight down into her, filling her up with him, and she couldn’t hide her moans, her frantic attempts at swallowing. Even though there was no need, because she was already wide open for him, a willing waiting receptacle for him, desperate for whatever he might deign to offer her. Even if it was choking her. Even if it was… punishing her.
When Kalfr’s cock finally stopped pulsing, Raye found her mouth and nose mashed against his groin’s coarse hair, her throat burning, her jaw aching. But Gaelfr’s hand still held firm on her head, keeping her in place, and when she darted a searching glance up, she found… she could see them. Maybe due to the closer angle, or maybe they’d pushed the table back. But now, now she could see…
Kalfr, with his cheeks flushed deep, his head tipped back, his throat bare and exposed… for Gaelfr. Because Gaelfr’s face was buried deep into the crook of his neck, and Gaelfr was…swallowing. Drinking, in long steady gulps, while a trickle of red oozed down Kalfr’s collarbone.
Something dipped and swerved in Raye’s belly, but Gaelfr’s hand kept holding her in place, and his fingers gently patted against the back of her head. As if he knew full well what he was doing, what he was making her see. Flaunting it before her, even, silently shouting at her, saying,He is mine.
Raye’s mouth tightened around the softened flesh still filling it, hard enough that Kalfr’s eyes fluttered open, and blinked down toward her. Looking at her with strange, hazy intensity, his dark eyes glinting beneath his lashes, as if drinking up thesight of it. The sight of Raye, kneeling here sweaty and red-faced before him, her face pressed into his groin, with his soft cock fully enclosed in her mouth. Just how he’d found her the night before, when he’d walked in on her and Gaelfr — but now it was Gaelfr holding her there, keeping her in her place, making their positions excessively, painfully clear.
When Gaelfr drew away from Kalfr’s neck, licking his lips, he spared an unreadable glance down toward Raye’s flushed face, her still-occupied mouth — and his other hand grasped Kalfr’s jaw, and turned his face toward him. So he could lean in and kiss him on the mouth, fitting their lips together so easy, so familiar. And Kalfr moaned as he returned the kiss, their mouths greedily biting and tasting, Kalfr’s black tongue slipping out to swipe at the red still streaking down Gaelfr’s chin.
And as Raye blinked up toward them, she realized it was… more punishment. It was them making a statement, or even putting her in her place. And Gaelfr had never kissed her on the mouth like that, had he? No. Not once.
Raye’s heart clenched, something prickling behind her eyes — and with a jolt, she wrenched backwards, away. Shoving back against Gaelfr’s hand, and releasing Kalfr’s softened bulge from her mouth with a humiliating slurp.
They both instantly broke their kiss, glancing down toward her with equally inscrutable eyes. And only now did Raye notice that Kalfr’s hand was on Gaelfr’s groin too, and Gaelfr’s other hand was around Kalfr’s neck. The two of them clearly fully invested in each other, picking up exactly where they’d left off, while they used her, andpunishedher.
I should never have dreamt he could find worse than you.
The miserable rage surged in Raye’s throat, the words bubbling up sharp and bitter.How dare you use me like this. How dare you treat me like a worthless plaything. I can’t trust you, I can never, ever trust you…
But just in time, she glanced toward that closed door at the back of the room, and forcibly clamped her mouth shut. Svein. Svein. If she started yelling, if she lost her temper and ruined this, he would be devastated. And she’d made a vow, she’d promised to make amends, she needed them…
It took far too much effort to shove to her feet, and it still involved brushing against Kalfr’s knees, and banging her already-pounding head on the tabletop. But she finally did it, lurching out and away from the table, away from them, blinking back the sudden water blurring her eyes.
“I just — need some air,” she gritted out. “If Svein wakes up, please tell him I’ll be back shortly.”
And without another look toward them, she staggered toward the door.
27
Raye ended up out in Kalfr’s large, beautiful garden, wandering its well-tended paths, brushing her shaky fingers against its surprising range of plants. Herbs, flowers, legumes, vegetables, some in varieties she’d never seen before.
But she could barely see them, let alone appreciate them, between the burning behind her eyes, and the miserable chaos streaming through her thoughts.
She’d sucked Kalfr under a table. Kalfr had wanted to punish her, and humiliate her. He’d wanted to watch her gag and choke, while he took his true pleasure with Gaelfr.
