Chapter 14 #2
He latched to 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 that his full dangling bollocks tickled at her nose.
Stoppering her at both ends, just as he’d promised. Commanding her. Owning her.
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 and wanted, 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 when she 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 my ástvinur’s stead.”
Raye scoffed into the darkness, and rubbed a shaky hand at her hot face. Fighting to drag it all up again, the book, the mushroom garden, the woman in the portrait, leaving his own mate and son to be starved…
“You are angry with Kalfr,” she insisted, her voice cracking. “Aren’t you? You want to get back at him, teach him a lesson, maybe? By taking me away from him? Taking… taking Svein?”
Her voice was rising again — how had she not suspected this, how had she not guessed?
But behind her, Gaelfr let out another harsh breath, almost a growl.
“No, woman,” he snapped. “You are yet Kalfr’s mate, and Svein is his son.
I have no right to take either of you from him.
Just as he” — his voice deepened — “has no right to speak upon what I do with you.”
It sounded… possessive, proprietary, as if maybe what they’d just done hadn’t been only about Kalfr, after all. And it shouldn’t matter, it didn’t, but Raye’s alarm still faltered, flattened, her body slightly sagging back into Gaelfr’s bulk behind her.
“But… you are still angry with him, though,” she said, not quite a question. “Angry that he broke his vows to you, and abandoned the future you wanted for both of you. And then found someone else, and started a whole new life, without you.”
Gaelfr twitched behind her, and exhaled into her hair.
“Ach, and are you not angry, also?” he countered.
“Kalfr ought to be here with you and our son. He ought to be feeding you and guarding you and tending you. And if he had such a great need to forego all he cared for, and to bed that clawed new harpy, and abandon his duty to guard you and care for you — then he ought to have sent for me to come to you in his stead. This is what our vows demand. This is what an ástvinur does!”
His anger burned through the air, vibrated through his body against Raye’s back.
And though she should have argued it — should have reminded him that she’d been the one to bar Kalfr from their lives — she could only keep blinking toward the wall.
If this was all true, then why hadn’t Kalfr sent for Gaelfr?
Why hadn’t he fought harder for her, for Svein?
Had it only been her threats? Had she made him hate her that much? Would he hate her even more now?
“What do you think Kalfr will say?” Raye asked, into the silence. “Or do? When he comes back?”
There was another beat of silence behind her, and then Gaelfr’s arm settled over her again, warm and heavy and familiar. As if it was an answer of its own. A promise that he would protect her, even from Kalfr…
“He will fulfill his duty to you,” Gaelfr said, a low menacing threat. “Or else, he will pay.”