Chapter 48 #2
And even as the distant warnings chanted at the back of Raye’s thoughts — this was dangerous, this was foolishness, this might still be a punishment — far stronger was the dizzying sensation of Kalfr’s fingers now sliding down her front, brushing gently over her coarse hair.
And then slipping still lower, nudging her thighs apart — and Raye instantly obliged, shifting her knees, opening herself wider.
Giving Kalfr’s clever fingers room to keep touching, keep exploring, first only skimming up and down her spasming heat, and then softly circling at the top of her crease, teasing her there, as if he still remembered that, after all these years.
And his eyes kept watching her all the while, hooded and shimmering, as if he wanted to see her response, wanted to see her flush and quiver beneath his touch.
It was too much, too utterly overwhelming, and Raye was only distantly aware of Gaelfr’s hand giving her now-loose hair a light, meaningful tug.
Reminding her to keep touching Kalfr again, and after another shaky breath, she obeyed.
Carefully circling one hand around his hard spasming cock, while the other smoothed downward over his full, rounded bollocks.
But Kalfr still didn’t resist. If anything, his shaft swelled fuller in Raye’s hand, and his own hands’ touch came smoother, deeper, his fingers nudging up inside her.
And oh, how that felt, her mate finally touching her there, slowly sliding two long fingers deeper and deeper into her, and Raye couldn’t hide her hoarse, helpless cry, the way her body clamped back against him. Wanting him. Needing him.
Kalfr saw that, he knew that, his eyes glimmering with hunger, with satisfaction, as Raye cautiously stroked up and down his hard length, feeling him shudder in her fingers.
And when she lingered at his rounded tip, and drew down the velvety hood of him, nudged her audacious finger against the slick string dangling from his slit, she could feel the soft spatter of fresh liquid heat against her finger in return.
While his fingers began stroking inside her, too, curling just where she craved his touch most, and she couldn’t bite back her cries now, her relief almost close enough to taste…
“Good,” cut in Gaelfr’s voice. “Now, we shall begin our offering.”
They would begin. Raye’s heartbeat spiked, her eyes wildly searching Kalfr’s face — but he still wasn’t refusing, and his cock still in her fingers betrayed a hard, sustained spasm, a spurt of liquid warmth against her belly. He wanted the offering. He wanted the son, with her.
“So come, woman,” Gaelfr said, with a gentle slap to her arse. “Next you must lie down, and open wide for your mate. You must prove you are ready and willing for him to fill you, and beget his son upon you.”
Raye’s entire body quivered, squeezing her tight around Kalfr’s fingers still inside her.
Betraying her in the most visceral of ways, shouting at him that maybe — maybe she really did want that son from him, too.
And what did that say about her, why wasn’t she jumping up and running away, why would she want such an unthinkably dangerous thing…
But there was no judgement in Kalfr’s eyes, no hesitation.
Only a soft, wry understanding, and his fingers gave another gentle, impossibly intimate stroke inside her before slowly drawing out.
A loss that felt almost painful, suddenly, but it also swarmed the need and craving higher, so strong the world spun around her.
She wanted this. Even if it was wrong. Even if it was dangerous. Even if it was a punishment.
So in a jerky, flailing movement, she scrambled down and backwards, onto her back on the fur beneath her, her thighs fallen open. Showing Kalfr her bare, trembling body, lying here, waiting for him. Showing him. Proving it to him.
Gaelfr murmured his approval as he shifted closer, one hand spreading out Raye’s hair around her head on the fur, the other hand guiding her shaky thighs further apart.
“Good,” he murmured, as both hands next slid to her breasts, giving each of her peaked nipples a soft, approving pinch.
“Now come closer, ástin mín, and see what your mate offers you.”
Kalfr’s eyes flashed, and with surprising grace and speed, he dropped to crouch low over her, his knees between hers, his hard cock swaying long and pendulous between his legs.
And oh, he was looking, his eyes hungrily running up and down the length of Raye’s sprawled body before him, while Gaelfr’s hand slid back down between her thighs, giving a light pat in between.
“Is she ready enough for you, ástin mín?” Gaelfr murmured. “Or ought I ready her more? Open her even wider for you?”
Kalfr’s tongue brushed his lips, surely saying yes, he wanted that, oh hell — and Gaelfr huffed a heated chuckle as he settled two fingers against Raye’s opened spasming heat, and pushed them up inside, just like Kalfr had done.
But his fingers were thicker, his touch far more demanding, and he smirked as she shuddered and gasped, her body convulsing tight and frantic against him.
“Relax and welcome this, woman,” he told her, as he kept grinding his fingers deep. “It is a great honour for a woman to be brought before the goddess, and be opened thus — not only for her mate’s strong ploughing, but for the good fruit of his loins, also.”
A shameful moan escaped Raye’s mouth, and Kalfr gasped too, watching Gaelfr’s delving hand with greedy eyes. And Gaelfr saw that, he liked that, and he made a show of drawing his two fingers out of Raye’s slick clutching heat, and then adding a third finger as he shoved back inside.
“Ach, just thus,” he purred toward Raye. “You must keep learning to become full and soft and open for us, so you can well grow my ástvinur’s seed large and hale inside you, and then birth it back out again.”
Raye moaned again, her body desperately shuddering against Gaelfr’s invading fingers.
He was working them inside her now, spreading and twisting, making lurid wet sounds that sloshed through the air.
And she couldn’t stop herself from arching for it, spreading her legs wider, her eyes again catching on Kalfr, on the way he was still kneeling between her spread legs and watching this.
His body still gleaming in the moonlight, his cock still bobbing heavy and full between his thighs, and dangling a thick string of white toward the fur.
“Good,” Gaelfr murmured, as his other hand squeezed Raye’s jiggling breast, wringing the hunger up tighter. “Now touch yourself also, woman. Tempt him with what you offer him.”
The need raged higher, rattling and roaring, and Raye could only nod, and obey.
Touching both hands at her breasts, stroking her nipples, while Gaelfr kept working between her legs, and Kalfr watched with intense, dangerous eyes.
And when a spurt of wetness streaked from Kalfr’s cock, spattering across Raye’s belly, she stroked her hand down into that slick fluid, and brought her wet fingers to her mouth.
The taste lighting up her senses even more, and when another spurt landed on her belly, her other hand snapped down, and smeared it into her skin.
“Please,” she whimpered, the longing and desperation straining through her voice. “Please, Kalfr, give this to me.”
Kalfr’s eyes blazed, his lashes fluttering low, while Gaelfr huffed an approving grunt, and drew his fingers out of her again.
Making sure Kalfr was watching, seeing how wide open she was, how dripping wet she was — and then he gave her a soft slap there, too, the sound slick and humiliating, the sensation wrenching her all over.
“Will you grant this to her, ástin mín?” Gaelfr murmured. “Will you empty your full bollocks deep inside her, and allow her to swell fat and full upon you?”
Raye cried out, loud and ragged, while Gaelfr traced his dripping-wet fingers up her shivering body, and pushed them into her mouth.
Making her taste herself on him, and Kalfr groaned at the sight.
But still not moving, not speaking, and Raye’s craving surged higher, too powerful and painful to bear, most of all with that emptiness now between her legs — and without warning, her own hand swiped down for Kalfr’s dripping, dangling cock, and gripped its silken shaft with shocking familiarity.
“Please, Kalfr,” she gasped, and she tugged it closer, toward where she so urgently needed it. “Please, I’m ready. Give me your seed. Give us a son. Please.”
And there, there, that shift in Kalfr’s eyes, that stutter. Flickering from the hunger, just as strong as hers, to — to something else. To warmth. Gratitude. Affection. Awe.
“You are sure, Raye?” he breathed, his voice hitching, even as he allowed her to draw him forward, closer. “You truly wish for this? Even with…”
He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to, and Raye frantically nodded as she tugged him closer, into a feeling that still felt so achingly familiar, even after all this time.
His tall body shifting onto his hands and knees over her, so his pulsing head could gently nudge its way into her crease, spreading her apart…
But then he hesitated, and his gaze slid sideways, toward Gaelfr. “But — what about you, ástin mín?” he rasped. “Should you not wish to be part of this, also? Or” — his eyes dropped to Gaelfr’s tented trousers — “seek to spark our son with your seed, this time?”
With Gaelfr’s seed. Raye froze beneath Kalfr, staring dazed between him and Gaelfr, because — Kalfr wanted Gaelfr to help make their son? He didn’t mind, if the son ended up being Gaelfr’s, and not his own?