Chapter 30 #2
“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, saeta,” 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, saeta, 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, saeta,” he crooned. “And do not forget to keep milking my ástvinur, 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, and atone.”
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, or maybe 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—
It was only Kalfr’s gasp behind her that cut through the haze, his clawed hands gripping at her bare hips — and oh fuck, he gave it.
His cock straining and spasming inside her, spraying out hot jets of fresh molten seed, filling her, favouring her.
While before her, Gaelfr hissed too, his body stiffening — and then he, too, sprayed out hard and deep inside her.
His head tipping back, his fingers sinking into her hair, as Raye wildly fought to drink, to swallow, to take anything and everything they would give —
Until finally, her own euphoria thundered out too, shattering all through her, trembling her between them. Milking out every last drop of them, making them both hers, hers, hers.
She couldn’t have said how long they stayed there, straining and shuddering together, while the tension and the strength slowly slipped away.
Until Gaelfr and Kalfr both eased back, and drew their softened bodies out of her.
Kalfr’s releasing from between her legs with a lurid squelch, spewing a flood of liquid heat, while Gaelfr’s pulled out of her mouth with a slurp, leaving a string of seed and saliva streaking from her swollen lips, pooling off her chin.
It was a highly compromising, humiliating position, pouring out their combined mess onto the altar on both ends, and Raye’s wide-eyed glance up toward Gaelfr’s face felt uneasy, even fearful.
What… what would they do now? What had that meant?
Had it truly been a prayer, a way to prove herself, or had it been a punishment? Or something in between?
She couldn’t read that look in Gaelfr’s eyes, or the slight quiver of his hand as he tucked his plump softened length back into his trousers again. But then his hand rose to pat her hot, sticky cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips.
“This was good, saeta,” he said, rough. “The goddess shall see your offering, and your anointing of her altar with our fresh seed.”
Raye’s exhale shuddered out, but the unease pulsed louder, closer.
And when she risked a furtive glance backwards, Kalfr looked stunned, too.
He was sitting back on his heels, his half-hard cock dripping white onto his sagging trousers, while his breaths heaved from his sweaty chest, and his glittering eyes held…
there. To the mess he’d just made of her.
To where it was still pouring liberally down onto the altar, surely pooling over the bloodstains beneath.
But then his eyes snapped up, and met Raye’s gaze — and in a jolting movement, he shoved backwards, off the altar entirely.
He looked pale, hunted, panicked, especially when his wide eyes flicked up to the sky.
It was well past noon now, but the sun was still bright amidst the treetops, and — oh.
A slim, pale crescent moon, high in the sky above them, like a hidden watching eye.
Kalfr blinked at it for another frozen, dangling moment, one hand spasming against his heart, while the other yanked up his trousers. And his feet stumbled backwards, away, as if he was leaving, he was leaving…
“Kalfr,” cut in Gaelfr’s voice, low and firm. “Stay, but a moment, and help me tend her. She is yet your mate, and” — his voice dropped — “the mother of our son.”
But even if Kalfr hadn’t shaken his head like that, those words still would have swung through Raye, thudding deep and sickening in her gut.
His mate. The mother of his son. Who Kalfr had just fucked, and shared, and punished.
Who he’d told not to look at him, or speak to him.
And who he couldn’t even bear to look at now, shaking his head, backing away, away, away…
“Kalfr,” Gaelfr said again, but it was too low, too late. Because Kalfr had already whirled around, and sprinted away through the trees.