It wasthat. It was him.Kalfr.
Raye shuddered again, clutching tight against the slick nudging truth of it, and when she shot an urgent, desperate glance over her shoulder, the truth was here before her eyes, too. Kalfr’s tall, beautiful, achingly familiar body, now kneeling close behind her on the altar, with his trousers sagging around his hips, and his grey cock jutting long and thick from the dark curls at his groin. Jutting out from him, and delving into her, oh gods, oh gods…
And his face. Flushed, contorted, twisting, as his hooded eyes held to the sight. The sight of himself, prodding inside her — and then he gave an experimental little thrust forward, nudging himself deeper. Burying the full head of him, now, spreading her fully around him, while Raye quivered and gasped.
At the sound, Kalfr’s eyes snapped up again. Finding Raye’s face, and narrowing hard and cold and intent. “Do not look atme,” he rasped. “Nor speak to me. You will only kneel, and offer, andpray. If you yet truly wish for this.”
Oh. Raye’s flinch was all too apparent, wrenching her body tightly against his, but she jerked a nod, and twisted herself back around again. Kneel. Offer. Pray.
And it should have been an unthinkable command. One that Raye shouldn’t have even considered. But she’d promised, she’d made a vow, she was doing this for Svein — and beyond all that, stronger than all that, she… she wanted this. She wanted Kalfr. She wanted whatever he would give her, however he would give it, even if it was this. Especially if it was this.
So she again held herself there, her head bowed, her eyes closed. Waiting. Offering. Feeling Kalfr’s body, Kalfr’s hope, Kalfr’s life, still prodding just there, inside her. Still saying something, something crucially important, even ifhewasn’t. Especially with the way he swelled against her, the way she could feel the hot liquid trickling out of him, and into her…
Kalfr’sseed. Inside her. Raye spasmed all over at the thought, at the rising dizzying threat of it — but then again, he’d told them that his healer had stopped his seed, hadn’t he? That he couldn’t have sons?
But she should still confirm that. She should make sure. She shouldn’t just be waiting here, bared and exposed and open, convulsing against the taunting, invading threat of him — and at his answering shudder, clutching him again and again, a steady rhythmic caress. As if she was seeking to milk out even more from him, needing to welcome him, to honour him.
“Please, goddess,” she whispered, toward the hard stone beneath her hands. “Please, grant this to me.”
There was a soft, approving grunt from Gaelfr beside her, followed by a light pat to her arse. Saying yes, he liked that, so Raye hauled in a breath, and said it again, and again. Praying,offering, needing, waiting.Please goddess, please grant this to me, please bless me, forgive me, help me keep my vow, please…
And when Kalfr finally, slowly pressed forward, easing himself inside her clutching heat with agonizing slowness, it felt like an answer. Like a gift. Like pure, dazzling ecstasy, filling her breath by breath, flooding all her hidden empty places with warmth and colour and life.
“Oh, goddess,” she moaned, as she arched up to meet it, to welcome it, turning her face up toward the sky. “Oh, fuck. Oh, please.More.”
She didn’t miss Kalfr’s low groan from behind her, the spasm of his smooth, silken, sliding cock as it settled itself deep. Filling her all the way, occupying her, with a perfect ache and stretch all around, and even a gently thrilling nudge of his soft heavy bollocks below. Fitting into her with impossible ease, impossible perfection, and how had she ever forgotten this, how had she lived without this, all this time?
“Good?” came Gaelfr’s voice, husky and amused, and when Raye glanced toward him, he was now kneeling on the altar at her side, his eyes warm as he looked at Kalfr behind her. “Is she soft and wet enough for you? Seeking to milk out more of you, as she ought?”
Raye squeezed her eyes shut, before she could look back at Kalfr for his answer, thereby breaking his command. And though he didn’t reply aloud, she could hear Gaelfr’s answering chuckle, maybe a caress of skin against skin. “Good,” he murmured. “I ken she is even softer and sweeter than you remember, after bearing the first of your brood thus, ach? Birthing the good gains of your loins, out of her own?”
Again, there was no reply from Kalfr, but his cock stuttered inside her, his hips grinding a little deeper. And again, Raye should have been struck, ashamed, appalled — but there was only the pleasure, the craving, the dizzying truth of this moment.Kalfr was inside her, offering her his body and his favour, and his — his —
“Ach, your wayward mate has stopped praying,ástin mín,” Gaelfr murmured. “Shall I give her aught to do with her mouth instead, as atonement for this dishonour toward you?”
Raye’s answering shudder was so strong she swayed on her hands and knees, but Gaelfr’s familiar hand held her steady. And though Kalfr still wasn’t touching her at all, beyond his cock buried inside her, that awareness was distant, muted, behind the sweeping pleasure, and the reality of Gaelfr shifting to kneel directly before her, his hand tugging his trousers downwards. Revealing his own hard, plump, veined cock, thicker and heavier than Kalfr’s, and already dangling a string of white from its glossy slit.
“You wish for this, woman?” he asked, gruff, as he circled his fingers around its base, and gently bumped its leaking crown against Raye’s hot cheek. “You wish for us both to feed you and fill you? To cleanse you and bless you upon this altar, before the goddess’ eye?”
It sounded… sacred, somehow, pious,righteous, at utter ludicrous odds with everything else he’d just said, and with the head-swarming truth of this moment. With two orcs kneeling at either end of her, one of them sheathed fully inside, the other nudging his hard pulsing cock at her face. Smearing her with him, painting her, making a statement, a claim, a prayer, a punishment…
But also… asking. Waiting.
“Y-yes,” Raye gulped, with an ashamed glance up at Gaelfr’s eyes. “Please. More.”
Gaelfr let out a low grunt of satisfaction, as his still-nudging cock splattered fresh wetness against her cheek. “Good,” he said. “Only signal to me thus, if it is too much.”
As he spoke, he demonstrated with three quick taps to her cheek, and at Raye’s fervent nod, he nodded, too. “Good,sæta,” he murmured. “Now open wide, and seek to suck your good seed from both ends. Prove to us you deserve this, and mayhap we shall grant it to you.”
Gods damn him, but again Raye was obeying. Agreeing.Wanting. Opening her mouth wide, as if in supplication, in offering, so Gaelfr could aim himself between her lips, and lodge himself firmly in place. And with a sharp snap of his hips, he thrust forward, filling her entire mouth with his hard, pulsing shaft.
Raye let out a strangled sound around him, while Gaelfr barked a low laugh, and edged himself deeper. “Better,sæta, is it not?” he purred. “Is it not a great honour, to have two strong Bautul pricks filling you at once, upon this sacred altar?”
Raye could only moan and shudder and attempt to suck at him, draw that hot richness down her throat, and Gaelfr laughed again, and gave a light pat to her cheek. “Suck harder,sæta,” he crooned. “And do not forget to keep milking myástvinur, also. You must yet offer yourself to him, and tempt out his good seed, and pray for his feeding and his favour. You must keep your vow, andatone.”
But of course Raye knew that, attempting a nod around his thick flesh invading her mouth, while convulsing harder against Kalfr’s strength below. He still hadn’t moved, just grinding himself solid and deep, and a wild, distant part of Raye wondered if he couldn’t bear to draw out of her, or maybe couldn’t bear to pump himself out inside her. Or maybe it was both, and Gaelfr was doing the same. Just holding himself there deep inside her, leaving it to her to suck him, to milk him, to tempt, to atone…
But she could, she would, she’d vowed it, and the goddess was watching. And maybe it was profane and shameful, ormaybe it was sacred and righteous, or all of them combined — and against all comprehension, Raye hurled herself into it. Squeezing and sucking them both as hard as she could, rocking desperately back and forth between their big solid bodies, their hard invading cocks. Not caring what it sounded like, what it looked like, if her mouth’s frantic slurping was matched by slick wet sounds below, if she was feverishly gorging on them from both ends. Because all that mattered was the need, the euphoria, the dizzying dazzling truth of her mates, her atonement, her prayer, her power?—
