Chapter 43 #2
Kalfr’s brows rose, and he took a measured drink of his ale. “Then you must work harder to please him, Raye,” he said, with more of that impossible coolness. “But if you can draw out his seed before I finish this” — he raised his mug — “mayhap then I shall yet grant you leave to suck me, also.”
Raye’s breath heaved, her groin thudding with need, because though Kalfr’s mug was opaque stoneware, he had to be at least two-thirds finished it, if not more.
And he was already taking another long, slow draught of it — another challenge, oh gods — and she’d never craved anything so much in her life, so much she felt dizzy with it.
She couldn’t hide her moan as she hurled herself back toward Gaelfr, swallowing him deep into her throat.
And then began working him as hard and hungry as she could, using her trapped tongue, her numb lips, her frantically stroking hands.
Until she was quivering all over with it, lost in need and craving, in the deep steady sips Kalfr kept taking from his mug, his eyes glittering on her face.
Fuck, he liked this, he loved this, and Raye could have wept at the feel of Gaelfr’s swollen bollocks drawing up, his moan burning through the air, as his cock finally jerked, and spewed out its hot seed.
And as Raye frantically milked Gaelfr’s spraying cock into her mouth, gulping down its sweetness with desperate spasms of her throat, she felt only triumph, and pleasure, and a shouting, staggering relief.
She’d done it. She’d proven it. And oh, the look on Kalfr’s face as he made a show of draining the rest of his ale, and setting his mug down on the floor with a thunk.
“Has she swallowed all you granted her, ástin mín?” he asked Gaelfr, still with astonishing casualness, even as he reached over, and gave a gentle, familiar squeeze to Gaelfr’s bollocks. “Are you empty?”
Raye was indeed still sucking the dregs of Gaelfr’s seed, feeling the depth of his shudders as he dribbled into her mouth. “Almost,” he breathed back, though his voice hitched. “Only a little left, and then you must take your turn with her.”
Kalfr nodded, a small, approving smile tugging at his lips, and as Raye gazed at him, still swallowing, it struck her that she’d never wanted anything so desperately in her life.
That she needed this quiet easy power of Kalfr’s, needed it like she needed air.
Far beyond proving anything, showing anything, it was just — him, not only here, but in everything he’d done today, too.
Seeing her, listening to her, giving her gifts, spending time with her.
Meeting her, just like he’d said. Trusting her. Being honest with her.
And even if this was still a challenge, a punishment — it still felt like a kindness, too. Like a gift. Like… hope.
And once Raye pulled off Gaelfr’s empty, softening cock, her eyes felt almost worshipful on Kalfr’s calm, handsome face. “Please, Kalfr,” she gasped, through her numb, swollen lips. “Please, let me suck you now.”
And maybe Kalfr saw the need in it, the sheer sweeping ache of it, because he didn’t laugh, like several of the other distant orcs in the room.
No, his eyes and mouth were soft, and his hand found her hot sticky cheek, and guided her over to kneel between his own legs.
To where his own cock was already waiting and ready, lying long and hard against his belly, and Raye leaned up and sucked it down with feral abandon, betraying a guttural groan as it lodged into her throat.
Kalfr did chuckle at that, along with some of the others, but his hand was now caressing her face, his previously cool eyes gone almost indulgent as he watched.
Still not encouraging her or praising her, but not denying her either, and now it was Gaelfr who shifted closer on the sofa, and curled his warm, encouraging fingers against the nape of Raye’s neck.
“Ach, this is it, saeta,” he murmured. “Smooth, steady strokes, just thus. But do not forget to kiss him now and then, also.”
Raye instantly obeyed, pulling off to lavish her lips and tongue to Kalfr’s glossy leaky crown, and his smile curved up as he watched, his lashes fluttering. “Ach, that is good, Gael,” he murmured. “You have taught her well.”
That statement should not have bloomed in Raye’s belly like that, urging her ever closer to the edge, wringing another guttural groan from her mouth.
But they both smiled at her, and Kalfr’s head tipped back, his cock shuddering between her lips.
While Gaelfr gave a deep, approving grunt, and guided her head down a little deeper.
“My ástvinur is close, woman,” he said, husky.
“You will now welcome his full feeding, and drink his bollocks dry, just as you did to mine.”
Raye urgently nodded and obeyed, sucking with her aching mouth, stroking with her hands, burying him as deep as she could possibly go — until yes, fuck, that was it.
His hard length flaring up as he sprayed long, steady jets into her mouth, and as her own body buckled, and broke.
Thudding again and again, wrenching her full of wild, unthinkable ecstasy, without a single touch.
She couldn’t have said how long she stayed there, shivering at Kalfr’s feet, swallowing every last drop he could give. But at some point, she was distinctly aware of warm hands guiding her up, curling her safe into Kalfr’s lap, and then something cold and wet, brushing against her lips.
Raye blinked her eyes open, and found Gaelfr’s hazy face hovering over her, and his hands holding a waterskin against her mouth. “I know you have already had much to drink, saeta,” he murmured, “but you yet ought to have a little more. And a snack, also.”
He nudged something into her lap, too — a bowl, piled up with Grum’s treats — and once Raye had obligingly taken a few gulps from the waterskin, Gaelfr poured some of the water onto a cloth, and began gently stroking at her hot, sticky face.
Tending her, here, now, while she was still in Kalfr’s lap, while all these orcs were still watching — or wait, several of them were still watching, but most of them were drinking and chatting amongst each other again.
And beneath Raye, Kalfr had gone quiet, his chest rising and falling, his breaths slightly hitching in his throat.
But his hands were still carefully stroking her, and suddenly Raye didn’t quite know how to follow that, couldn’t bear even risking a look at his face.
“Any pain, saeta?” cut in Gaelfr’s voice. “Or aught else you need?”
Raye attempted a dismissive wave of her hand, but as always, Gaelfr saw too much, and he purposefully nudged his elbow against Kalfr’s arm. Enough that Kalfr cleared his throat and shifted beneath her, his hand again finding her cheek, tilting her face up toward him.
“I… thank you for honouring us in this, Raye,” he murmured.
“This… holds great meaning to me, most of all on a night such as this. And you ken your mouth is even more wondrous than I remember, and” — his breath exhaled in something like a laugh — “this has naught to do with Gael’s teaching, either. ”
The warmth swelled in Raye’s chest, tingled across her sweaty skin, while Gaelfr laughed too, and muttered something Raye couldn’t hear, because those words of Kalfr’s were still echoing through her ears. This holds great meaning to me, even more wondrous than I remember…
That utterly overwhelming desperation was suddenly shouting behind Raye’s eyes again, almost powerful enough to weep. Kalfr was again being so damned generous, seeking to meet her, just like he’d said. Even if this was still just a punishment. Even if this was still really only about Svein.
And how could Raye bear it, if this was all Kalfr could ever give her?
Or if this was all she could give him, too?
If they could never learn to trust each other, beyond this?
Beyond her on her knees and begging, desperate to prove herself to him?
Because she couldn’t trust him, as long as he was still planning to sacrifice himself, to walk straight into his death.
And maybe he couldn’t trust her either, because everything she did was still bound under that vow, that threat of Gaelfr walking away too, and her desperate need to keep Svein safe…
“All good, then, saeta?” Gaelfr asked, with another soft stroke of his cloth to her face. “Naught else you need?”
It gripped in Raye’s chest too, because her trust in Gaelfr was still conditional too, wasn’t it? He would still leave, if she failed. He would abandon her and Svein forever, just like Kalfr would.
I should never have dreamt he could find worse than you.
“No, thank you,” she said, though she couldn’t bear to meet his eyes either, couldn’t bear to see him watch her lie. “I’m fine.”