Chapter 37 #2
That. That long, elegant grey cock, bobbing free of the tight fabric, and nudging up toward her.
Wanting to be touched, just like the rest of him, and Raye betrayed a hoarse gasp as she stared, and as both her hands circled that warm velvety shaft.
Clutching and caressing against it, enough to ooze out a small spurt of white from the tip, while Kalfr kept watching her with flickering dark eyes. Allowing her this. Wanting this.
It bolstered her courage a little more, so Raye kept stroking him, milking him, squeezing out more spurts of white, spattering warm and sticky onto her fingers.
And she shouldn’t be looking at it like that, shouldn’t even be thinking about it, but she was already raising her tingling hand to her mouth, and licking off the thick sweetness with her too-eager tongue.
This earned a few approving chuckles from around the room, and an approving grip from Gaelfr’s hand against Raye’s hip, too.
While his other hand began pulling Kalfr’s trousers further downward, revealing his full furred bollocks, his strong lean thighs, his calves, his clawed feet.
But neither Kalfr or Gaelfr seemed to care what anyone saw, and maybe…
maybe Raye didn’t either. Her mate was so beautiful like this, with his tall languid body, his gleaming grey skin, his glittering firelit eyes.
And with his hungry, virile, powerful cock, deserving of attention and praise, deserving to fuck and to fill whatever he pleased.
But right now, he wanted… Raye. He wanted to be inside her, to take his pleasure with her, here, before all these watching witnesses. And the undeniable truth of that caught her breath, and almost swayed her on her knees. Kalfr still wanted her. He did. And she wanted him, too.
So when Gaelfr gave her another purposeful nudge, she didn’t resist. Instead, she carefully straddled herself over Kalfr’s hips, over his waiting sputtering cock. Giving him plenty of time to refuse — but he just kept watching her, waiting. Wanting this.
So with a burst of reckless, desperate courage, Raye reached down, and again caught that heavy silken length in her fingers. And this time, she guided it up beneath the hem of her chemise, nudging it into her wet, waiting, wide-open heat.
She moaned and convulsed at the touch, and Kalfr’s eyes fluttered, too, his crown spasming as he settled closer against her.
Still wanting this, and after a gulping breath, another firm guiding movement of Gaelfr’s hands, Raye began easing downwards.
Sliding herself lower and lower onto that hard jutting cock, feeling it drive up smooth and straight and deep.
Spearing her open around it, taking what it wanted from her, what it deserved, and Raye cried out as it sank all the way, fully buried, her groin pressing tight and close against his.
“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 slightly rocking 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, virile voreur, 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, even letting 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, saeta,” 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 could do 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 —