“Fuck,” she choked, her eyes squeezing shut, as a few more indulgent laughs flared through her ears. But when she opened her eyes again, Kalfr wasn’t laughing. He was still watching, waiting, even as his impaled cock shuddered fuller inside her, spreading her wider apart.
It meant he wanted more, he did, so with another burst of courage, Raye ventured a careful rock of her hips against him. And yes, he liked that, his breath hitching, his hips slightlyrocking up, too, and it was enough that Raye could do it again, and again. Still slow and careful, and still almost entirely hidden from their spectators’ view, what with the chemise still hanging over her hips. But she was still… doing this. Proving this.
And when Gaelfr settled closer behind her, straddling over Kalfr too, and began guiding her faster, harder, Raye welcomed it. Welcomed his strong capable hands on her hips, helping to urge her up and down. Helping her to ride Kalfr, to show him as a strong, virilevörður, with a loyal, lusty, worthy woman for his mate.
She quivered at the feel of Gaelfr’s hand sliding up over the chemise’s silk, and gently squeezing at her breast. Flaring yet more sensation and heat through her impaled body, enough that she arched into his touch, into the strength of his solid bulk behind her. And she didn’t fight it, didn’t even try, when his hand slipped down into the lacy neckline of the chemise, and drew both her breasts out into the warm open air.
It was a shocking sight, Raye’s own familiar bare breasts fully exposed, bulging out round and full over the top of the chemise. Looking not unlike like a feast on a platter, on brazen display for this entire room of watching, judging eyes.
But also… on display for Kalfr. And Kalfr’s mouth had parted at the sight, his tongue brushing his lips, and his glance up at Gaelfr behind Raye looked undeniably approving, or even grateful. Again, as if he wanted this. He wanted Raye’s breasts on display for him. He wanted to see them jiggle and sway as she rode him, their brown peaks jutting out hard and hungry toward him. And when Gaelfr gently tweaked one of those peaks, making Raye seize and gasp, Kalfr liked that too, his hips arching, his cock vibrating strong and deep inside her.
So again, Raye didn’t fight it. Didn’t fight it as she kept riding her mate, fucking him, showing him what was his. Letting her breasts bounce, letting Gaelfr pinch and caress them, evenletting his other hand slide up her bare hip beneath the chemise, raising the hem with it. So the rest of the room would now be able to see this too, Kalfr’s long straight cock caught deep in her spasming body, being stroked and milked, coated with her slick shiny juices.
But it didn’t matter what they saw, now. All that mattered was Kalfr’s hooded watching eyes, his heaving chest, his driving cock. Even if Raye’s gasps and groans were rising now, carrying through the room, and the wet lurid sounds of her body plunging onto him were rising, too. Even if her muscles were already aching, the sweat trickling down her temples, prickling against the skin of her back. She wanted to do this, to prove it, please…
“Mayhap more, woman?” came Gaelfr’s heated murmur behind her, as his warm hand suggestively slid down behind her, and stroked into the cleft of her arse. And did Raye know what he was saying, what he was offering, his fingertip easing up into where she already felt shockingly soft and open, oh gods…
But Kalfr knew exactly what Gaelfr meant, his tongue again brushing his lips, the hunger flashing hard but certain through his eyes. As if he wanted that, too. As if he wanted to fuck her together with Gaelfr, before all these watching eyes.
And again, it should have been appalling. Unthinkable. But in this moment, there was only more hunger thudding through Raye’s body, while more too-vivid memories flashed behind her eyes. She’d only ever done that with Kalfr, back when they’d been together, and he’d always been so gentle and careful, slicking them both all over with his hot slippery seed before he’d sunk himself inside. Feeling so foreign at first, dangerous, but also intimate, overpowering, impossibly thrilling, and could Raye really have that again, here, now —
Gaelfr was still touching her there, still asking, slipping a second finger up inside, and Raye nodded, and nodded again. And then quaked all over as Gaelfr drew his fingers out,and replaced them with his warm, familiar, slippery bluntness, jutting up thick and powerful into her quivering crease.
She gasped at the feel of it, the very real threat of it — but oh, Gaelfr was taking his time, doing it just like Kalfr had. Pumping himself, coating her inside and out with slippery liquid heat, slicking her all over with him. And not pushing too hard, either, but just prodding there with gentle pressure, easing himself a little deeper with every breath.
Even so, it already felt impossibly full, stretching Raye’s body taut and wide around him, while the rest of her was still impaled on Kalfr’s hard jutting cock. But maybe Gaelfr had caught that, because now he lifted her upwards on Kalfr’s length, until just Kalfr’s head was still tucked inside, so Gaelfr would have more room for this. For his own thick, slippery shaft, sinking further up inside her, feeding itself into her most secret, intimate place. And doing it here, with all these people watching, and gods, what were they seeing? Raye kneeling and shaking and groaning over Kalfr’s body, her bulging breasts jiggling with her gasping breaths, with two orcs’ hard cocks rammed up between her legs at once.
“Open up,sæta,” came Gaelfr’s hoarse command from behind her, along with a light slap to her arse. “More.”
Fuck. On another day, in another realm, Raye might have hissed or snarled back at him, or even refused — but here, today, maybe it was just what she’d needed. She needed Gaelfr to make demands, to keep barging his way through. She even needed him to give her another slap, firmer this time, making her arse jiggle, squeezing her tighter against his thick breaching flesh. She needed to do this. To prove this.
She willed herself to relax, to breathe, and pushed back harder. Opening wider, taking in more of Gaelfr’s demanding length, as a loud, guttural groan escaped her throat. She coulddo this, she could swallow his invasion just a little more, a little further…
And when Gaelfr’s hand gave her another firm slap, she quivered all over, and reached both hands back around behind her, and pulled herself even wider apart. A surely shameful display, but it was helping, it was, and Gaelfr grunted with satisfaction as his warm hand caressed her stinging arse-cheek, and he gave one more deep, decisive push —
And he was in. Gaelfr was all the way inside her,there, buried to the hilt, his bollocks swelling full and fat into her crease. And Raye could only arch and shudder and moan with it, so loud she could scarcely hear the murmurs of approval from around them.
But beneath her, that was approval in Kalfr’s hooded eyes too, in the unmistakable flush on his cheeks, and his own jutting cock was flexing and throbbing against her now, wanting more. Wanting to be fully sheathed again, and Raye cried out as Gaelfr began easing her back downwards. Making her take Kalfr back inside her too, swallowing his rigid length breath by breath, filling her with shocking, staggering fullness.
The sensation was so tight and so overwhelming she couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t stop the loud, helpless cries escaping from her mouth. They were filling her to the brim, to the brink, to the edge of her limit, and still they kept going, deeper and deeper, until they were both seated fully inside, jammed long and tight up against each other, with only Raye’s taut tender flesh straining between them. And at the first gentle rock of Kalfr’s hips, grinding them all even tighter together, Raye was utterly lost, writhing and wailing upon them, as waves of dizzying, devastating ecstasy wrenched through her again and again and again.
Kalfr and Gaelfr could surely feel it too, both their bodies stiffening, driving even deeper inside her — and it was Kalfr who broke first, his head tipping back, his body arching beneath her,as he sprayed out sharp spurts of molten seed into her frantically clutching heat. While behind her, Gaelfr sharply inhaled, his teeth scraping against Raye’s throat, and with a jerky thrust, he poured out too, flooding her with even more fullness, so much it was suddenly painful, dangerous and ready to burst —
Until Gaelfr’s strong hands swiftly drew Raye’s body up and away from them both, releasing both their thick invasions with a sharp sucking sensation, and a slick, lurid squelch — and then, oh gods, the seed. The seed, surging out both Raye’s used, opened holes in hot, rushing torrents, pouring down to pool on the altar below.
Raye’s face burned as it just kept pouring, and she desperately fought to hold herself upright, and to shove down the image of what this must look like. Her shaky body on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging out, her chemise rucked up. While the seed just kept streaming out from inside her, and how could there be so much, how could she possibly bear it?
But then, finally, it slowed. First into a steady stream, and then an oozing, dripping trickle. And only then did Raye register Gaelfr’s hand, stroking steadily against her sticky flank, just like it had done that entire time. Silently speaking of his comfort, and his… approval.
And when Raye darted a wide-eyed glance back toward him, the approval was there in his eyes, too. Approval, and even a stunned, awestruck appreciation, as he blatantly eyed the sight still on display. Raye’s trembling body still gaping slack and wide from both places where they’d opened her, their seed still trickling down like an offering, or an anointing.
Because — right. The offering. And fuck, what had Silfast said to her, before all this?Have you anointed this altar with his fresh seed? Have you begged his favour thus, and pleaded with him to call down the goddess’ blessing upon you?
Right. Right. That was what Raye was supposed to be doing, even after all this. And she’d come this far, she could manage the rest, she could make herself do this. She could make herself look back at Kalfr’s painfully handsome face, his inscrutable watching eyes, and…
“Please, Kalfr,” she whispered, hoarse and wavering. “Please, I… I beg your favour. And I… beg you to — to call down the goddess’ blessing upon me.”
The shame burned in her cheeks, in her throat, but she held her eyes to Kalfr’s, and waited. Waited as he looked back at her, his eyes again blank, utterly unreadable — and it belatedly occurred to Raye, bitter and sickening, that apart from his cock, he hadn’t once touched her in all that. Had he? He hadn’t touched her, or spoken a word, or betrayed any hint of affection or approval. Even as she’d thoroughly displayed and debased herself for him, and had done some of the most shameful things she could possibly imagine with him, inpublic.
