Chapter 7
Showhim. Now.
Louisa’sbreath betrayed another strangled, shameful gasp, even as her distant rational awareness finally flailed, shouting wild, desperate warnings. This was absurd, this was outrageous, this was an orc, she shouldn’t, she couldn’t…
“I said, now, woman,” came Killik’s voice, sharper than before. “Either you do this, or we stop this.”
Louisatwitched, trembled, gaped at Killik’s cold, implacable eyes. They couldn’t stop this, he couldn’t leave, not now, please —
“You choose,” he continued, flat and decisive, as he dropped his hand from her face, flipping the dagger’s handle back into his fingers. “I shall not force you, or bring you harm if you refuse. I only shall not waste my time any further here, ach? Yes, or no. Yourtruth.”
Yes, or no. The truth. Her truth. The truth in Killik’s glinting eyes, in his lean waiting body, in that brief brush of his tongue against his lips. In the strength of his arm, still clasped in Louisa’s grip, and why hadn’t he pulled it away, either. Why hadn’t he left, why was he offering this, ordering this…
Andwhy was it coiling like this, so hot and hungry in Louisa’s belly. Why were her shameful eyes darting up toward his hand, still holding that stone — replica — above them. And why was he slowly bringing it back down, holding it here before her face, so she could…
Snatchfor it. Clutch it tightly in her numb fingers. And lurch toward the bed, toward the familiar safety of its blanket, its hangings, her shaky body scrambling into it. She wasn’t really doing this, and Killik wasn’t… following her. Coming to stand close beside the bed, casting a brief, assessing glance down at the rumpled blanket, and then… grasping it. Yanking it down. Away.
Louisamight have protested, should have protested, but surely she’d already known he wouldn’t allow her to hide this… right? And as she sank back onto the bare bed, there was the shouting realization that he likely wouldn’t allow her to hide this under her skirts, either. And no, he didn’t even need to say it, just raising his brows at her still-covered bottom half, waiting.
“Wish to stop already?” he asked, a chilly taunt in his throat. “Wish to change your mind again?”
Thisprick. This smug infuriating bastard, and he even stepped back a little, and gave a condescending flick of his dagger toward the door. As if he was ordering her to leave her own room, damn him, and Louisa was not letting him win this, she was not.
Sowith a jerky, shaky movement, she yanked up her skirts. Dragging them up to her hips, and revealing everything — everything — beneath them. Her shabby stockings, her muscled calves, her shaky thighs. And at the apex of her thighs, her bare exposed groin, with its thick thatch of dark hair. Hair that Louisa knew now betrayed traces of silver, too, and she fought back the urge to shove her skirts down again, to hide herself from Killik’s watching, judging eyes…
Becauseyes, he was watching. Judging. His cool eyes sweeping up, and down, and up again. Assessing, lingering, while Louisa braced herself, her cheeks burning hot, her legs still trembling. What would he say, what was he thinking, would he walk away…
“Show me,” came his voice, low and insistent, and Louisa shivered all over at the sight and the feel of his dagger, tapping gently at her quivering knees, at where they were still clamped together. “And breathe.”
Breathe. Show him. Breathe. AndLouisa gulped down air, gripped at the stone still in her hand — and in a jolting movement, she shoved it downwards. Down to… there. Parting her legs just enough to accommodate the stone’s too-large width, its cool weight slipping between her thighs.
“I said, show me,” Killik repeated, and oh, his hard steel was now nudging against the inside of her knee, guiding it sideways, apart. AndLouisa didn’t resist, oh hell, as her leg sprawled open — and then Killik did the same to the other knee, too. Opening her up wide and brazen for him, letting him see exactly what he wanted to see…
Andperhaps — perhaps he did want to see it. Perhaps he wanted to see that cool stone nudging there, against Louisa’s shamefully splayed heat. Because his eyes looked almost greedy on it now, triumphant, as a small, satisfied smile curled at his mouth.
“You truly ken you shall handle this, woman?” he asked, light and mocking. “You ken you are strong enough to swallow my wolf’s prick inside you?”
Louisashot him a dark, baleful look, but he only smiled wider, his gaze flicking up to her face. “Or shall he be too much for you?” he drawled. “Shall you tremble and cower beneath his great strength?”
Louisakept glaring at him, the taunting enraging cretin, but somehow that made it — easier. Easier for her tingling fingers to guide the stone a little closer, settling it deeper against her exposed open heat. Against where she already felt astonishingly slippery, swollen, maybe even eager…
Andoh, Killik could surely see that too. Could see how Louisa’s body kept spasming against the stone’s rounded head, flexing and softening, as if again learning it, gauging it. Letting it meet her, find her, part her around it…
Shegasped as it delved closer, finding its place, staking its claim — and then, oh gods, it began pressing. Pushing. Seeking. Harder and more insistent than the night before, and maybe that was because of Killik, still standing there, watching this with glinting, unblinking eyes. Watching as the stone’s full girth slipped inside, stretching Louisa tightly around it, as she gasped and arched and shivered, pressed it a little deeper…
Shehad to hold it there for too many breaths, just fighting to accept it, to relax around it. Needed to sink into the sensation of it, just to feel it, like she had the night before. Try to forget about Killik’s unblinking eyes, his mockery, his hand’s strangely slack grip on his dagger.
“Ach, mayhap this shall fit, after all,” came his smooth voice, as his gaze again flicked to Louisa’s face. “How does my wolf feel, woman?”
Somethingdark and shameful heated in Louisa’s belly, clasping her tighter against the stone. And amidst the dizzying smarting sensation of it, the sparkling wildness in her groin, she couldn’t find a way to refuse the question, let alone speak false to it —
“It’s — a lot,” she gasped, as the stone’s strength nudged a little deeper, opening her, occupying her, stretching her even tighter around it. “It’s — so much.”
Killik’seyes shifted as he glanced down again, to where the stone was now buried over halfway inside her. And gods, what must it look like, what did he see, her most shameful secret parts pulled taut and strained around this huge implacable invasion. An invasion that was plunging still deeper, because it was so strong, so good…
“But not too much, mayhap?” came Killik’s low, rasping voice, and again the sheer sweeping sensation was swallowing everything, too strong to follow his intent, to question that look in his eyes. “I ken it pleases you thus, to be pierced so tight and full upon it?”
Louisacouldn’t hide her nod, her choked moan, her surging swirling shame. But wait, what had she just betrayed, what had she just given him, and why was it flashing like that in his eyes, parting his lips, escaping his mouth in a slow, hitching exhale. And why was he flipping the dagger in his hand, gripping his fingers against the gleaming steel blade…
“More, then,” he said, husky, as he eased closer to the bed, his eyes intent on the stone spreading her apart. “Deeper. Now.”
Oh, hell. Louisa fervently nodded, gulped for air — and it almost felt like his touch, rather than her own tingling fingers, pressing the stone deeper inside. Pushing it harder, now, driving it against her body’s resistance, battering through the stretch, the strain, the sweet shimmering agony. WhileKillik just stood there and watched, and maybe — maybe even approved…
Shecried out as she gave one last desperate push, as deep as she could bear. So much further than the night before, so much bigger, jamming her thoroughly, utterly full. Packed and stretched to the brim, tighter than she’d ever felt in her life, her entire body arching and heaving and shuddering, trapped and impaled and pinioned for an orc’s watching eyes.
Shecould scarcely focus on Killik’s face, now, through her wildly fluttering lashes, but she didn’t miss that flick of his tongue to his lips, or — or wait, the distinctive swell in his trousers. A swell that was even streaking a visible spot of wetness against the grey fabric, and oh, he didn’t like this, he didn’t want this, did he?
“This is as much of my wolf as you can swallow?” he asked, clipped, almost clinical. “No more?”
Louisamade a brief attempt, wincing as the stone shoved painfully against solid flesh, and shook her head. And then bit her lip, fighting to focus on Killik’s face, because there was still plenty of stone left, at least several fingers’ width, and would he be disappointed, disapproving, would this somehow ruin everything…
“Ach, I shall accept this, for now,” came his murmur, hoarser than before, as his hand surreptitiously adjusted his straining trousers. “But you ken a worthy Skai woman does not just swallow a prick and sit pretty upon it, ach? She must welcome its rutting. Its good strong ploughing.”
Ohgods, he didn’t want that, but he did, he did, his intent eyes watching, waiting. And glittering with satisfaction, with hunger, with victory, as Louisa jerked a shaky nod, and her trembling fingers slowly drew the stone out, breath by breath. The loss of it almost as agonizing as the filling of it, oh, and she moaned again, or perhaps whimpered, as her stretched tender body finally pushed the invading hardness free, leaving her lax and empty in its wake.
ButKillik was still waiting, wanting, and Louisa wanted it too, so much it ached. So much that it felt easier to guide the stone back inside this time, to feel it sliding into her slick, swollen, spasming sheath. Filling her again, bracing her again, opening her taut and wide and whole again —
Shemoaned as it reached its limit, maybe even a little further this time, oh — but Killik’s dagger was now making an impatient little circle, its silent intent all too clear. “More,” he hissed. “Faster. Show me my wolf’s perfect prick ploughing you.”
Oh, gods, yes. Yes. AndLouisa was gasping, nodding, and… obeying. Guiding the stone out again, and then back in, over and over, faster and faster. Until it was plunging in and out with astonishing ease, conquering her slippery, swollen body again and again, making sloppy, shameful sounds that echoed through the room. But she felt almost feral with it, delirious with it, nothing had ever felt as good as this, as powerful as this, as wondrous and wild and all-consuming as this. Shoving away all her doubts, all her fears and griefs and regrets, burying them beneath the fierce ramming conquest of an orc’s prick. And beneath the sharp gleaming approval of an orc’s eyes, the shaky circle of an orc’s sharp steel.
“Finish it,” came Killik’s voice, hot, commanding. “Find your release for me.”
Oh, please, yes, yes — and it only took one hard, purposeful grind of Louisa’s other hand, just there, to flare up the pure agonizing craving into — bliss. Into sheer, screaming, shattering bliss, thundering through her again and again and again. Unlike anything she’d ever known, like freedom, like peace — and she nearly sobbed as she gave herself to it, lost herself to it, surrounded, surrendered.
Butwhen it finally began to fade, sinking into shivery little sparks and quivers, there was also a strange, sudden stillness. Something silent, and dark, and… wrong.
Andeven before Louisa’s eyes focused on Killik’s face, she knew. Knew what she would find there, with those vivid splotches on his hard cheeks, with the sudden bitter curl of his lip. And with his eyes, the eyes that had only moments ago been so hungry, so approving, now gone hard and flinty and… cold. Contemptuous. Mocking.
“That is enough,” he snapped, as he spun away toward the door, swift enough that Louisa only briefly caught the growing dark stain across the front of his trousers. “I shall bring my wolf tomorrow.”
Andwith that ominous promise thudding through the air, he stalked for the door, and slammed it shut behind him.