Chapter 33 #2
Gaelfr instantly went, letting out a low groan, and sinking heavily to his knees beside Kalfr.
Leaving Raye standing there alone, untouched and strangely bereft — until Kalfr’s eyes slanted toward her, and his warm hand lightly clasped her wrist, too.
Drawing her forward, and then guiding them all down to lie on the bed together, Gaelfr on his back in the middle, his rigid chest heaving, his eyes squeezed shut.
The sight clenched painfully in Raye’s chest, wrenched her taut and rigid, too — but there was Kalfr’s hand.
Kalfr’s hand finding hers, and gently settling it against Gaelfr’s hard chest. An order, perhaps, and when Raye’s wide eyes snapped to Kalfr’s, the command was there too, glinting with cool, challenging purpose.
A test. A trial, just like Gaelfr had said.
The vision of the altar surged behind Raye’s eyes — do not look at me, nor speak to me — but right now, Kalfr was looking at her. Looking at her, holding her eyes with yet more of that silent command, even as he too slipped his hand down Gaelfr’s front, and back up again.
“I am sorry also, ástin mín,” he murmured toward Gaelfr, as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to his temple.
“I was wrong also, for making that vow against you. For not sending for you, when I needed you. I ken” — he exhaled — “I hoped you would come back to me of your own will. I hoped you would miss me, and need me, as much as I needed you. And the longer you did not, the more I…”
His mouth contorted, his head shaking, but Raye could see it now, bare and true on his face.
“The more you tried to fix it, too,” she finished.
“You tried to grasp control of everything you possibly could, instead. Helping your kin, taking on dangerous missions, putting yourself at risk. Sacrificing yourself.”
Kalfr’s eyes held hers for an instant too long, arrested and intent — but then his gaze purposely dropped again, to where his hand was slipping all the way down Gaelfr’s front. Not slowing, not hesitating, even as it brazenly moved beneath the waist of Gaelfr’s slightly bulging trousers.
It was perhaps another silent challenge toward Raye, or a rebuke — but instead of fighting it, or finding offense in it, she took a breath, and slid her hand down, too. And in a burst of bravery, she gently tugged Gaelfr’s trousers further downwards, to his thighs. Encouraging this. Wanting this.
She didn’t miss Gaelfr’s answering twitch beneath her — perhaps surprise, or hunger, or both — but her eyes were now locked on the sight she’d just revealed.
Gaelfr’s familiar, dark-haired groin, and his chubby, half-hard cock, slowly swelling beneath the easy strokes of Kalfr’s graceful, long-fingered hand.
Damn. Raye stared at the sight for far too long, her mouth dry. And when she risked a glance back at Kalfr, he was watching her again, still with that cool glint in his eyes, even as he shoved down Gaelfr’s trousers further, and kicked them off his feet.
“My ástvinur needs tending, Raye,” he said, smooth and steady. “If you wish to help, you will now kneel, and suckle him for me.”
Oh, gods. Kalfr had just said that, ordered that.
And Raye’s vision flared with the memory of her kneeling under the table — had it only been that morning?
— obeying Gaelfr’s command to do the exact same thing to Kalfr.
But now it was Kalfr commanding her, Kalfr holding her eyes.
Kalfr looking at her, speaking to her, asking for her help…
So Raye rapidly nodded, her face heating, and slipped downwards on the bed, until she was crouching between Gaelfr’s bulky, hairy thighs.
And though she should have been well used to this by now, the sight before her eyes still struck her to stillness, and stole her breath.
Gaelfr’s thick plump cock, still steadily lengthening within Kalfr’s deftly stroking hand, and sputtering out a splash of white onto Kalfr’s fingers.
Gaelfr betrayed a heated groan, and when Raye glanced up, Kalfr was kissing at his temple, down his cheek.
While his long body settled closer against Gaelfr, his own trousers bulging in front against Gaelfr’s hip, and he was gently rocking into Gaelfr’s side, in perfect time with his fluid stroking hand.
“I said, suckle him, Raye,” came Kalfr’s low, inexorable voice, as he angled Gaelfr’s hard cock up, directly toward her face. “Make him fat and hungry for us.”
Oh, hell. Raye couldn’t hide her groan, shaky and desperate, and beneath her, Gaelfr groaned again, too. And it was enough that she could bend down, take a breath, and swallow his straining, bulging head into her mouth.
He instantly shuddered at the touch, spasming fuller between her lips, sputtering out a taste of rich hot seed.
So good that Raye gulped and swallowed him deeper, until she bumped against Kalfr’s fingers, still circled around his base.
And then, oh, those fingers eased up, and gently patted her hot cheek, in something much like approval, before sliding away again.
Raye couldn’t help another desperate moan, sucking Gaelfr even deeper, feeling him flex and swell between her lips.
So familiar, so right and easy and perfect, especially with Kalfr still touching him like that too, still kissing his cheek, his jaw.
His hand now gently squeezing Gaelfr’s chest, twisting at his hard nipples, making him buck and gasp and curse — and oh, Kalfr even smiled as he nibbled Gaelfr’s earlobe, and murmured something soft and low into his ear.
Something Raye couldn’t understand, though she’d heard the words, because it was their language — the orcs’ language, shared just between them.
But when Kalfr eased down his own trousers, grinding his bare leaking cock into Gaelfr’s hip, Raye could understand that — and then that, as Kalfr eased Gaelfr partly over onto his side, and raised up his bulky thigh.
Giving them both more space, more access, and Raye moaned as she shifted her kneeling body to take better advantage, exploring and caressing between Gaelfr’s parted thighs, while still desperately sucking him into her mouth, feeling him swell and shudder even fuller between her lips.
Kalfr was taking full advantage too, his fingers brushing against Raye’s as he stroked up and down and behind, rolling Gaelfr’s bollocks, seeking into his crease. Working together with Raye, just like they’d done in the garden, and it still felt too easy, too familiar, too right.
And when Kalfr’s own hard, dripping cock slipped between Gaelfr’s spread thighs, and nudged at Raye’s fingers, she risked a brief, greedy caress against its silken shaft, too.
Feeling it swell and sputter in return, oh, so she kept stroking, touching, sucking — and in another burst of bravery, she slipped off Gaelfr’s thick, sputtering crown for a breath, so she could kiss at Kalfr’s, too.
Kiss and suck and taste its wondrous sweetness, feel it swell even fuller between her lips — until it tugged away far too soon, and slid up behind Gaelfr, instead.
Nudging, prodding, seeking itself deep between his arse-cheeks, while Gaelfr arched and growled and hissed, and… took it. Opened for it.
Fuck, that was a sight, Kalfr’s long glossy length disappearing breath by breath into Gaelfr’s spasming body — and when Kalfr’s steady hand found Raye’s head, and guided her down toward it, there wasn’t a thought of resisting.
Only frantically kissing them, licking at them, lapping her tongue at them, lavishing the dark, secret place where their bodies met.
Not caring, in this moment, how it sounded, how it looked, sloppy and sloshing and obscene.
Or how Kalfr wasn’t even pushing himself in all the way, before easing back out.
Leaving room for her to do this. Wanting her to do this.
And when Raye’s wild eyes darted up, Kalfr was watching her do it, too.
His eyes hooded, glittering, approving, as he smoothly slid himself out, and in.
Making Gaelfr shudder and groan with every thrust, his eyes squeezed shut, but maybe Gaelfr was groaning for this, too.
For Raye on her knees between them, witnessing them taking their pleasure together, and instead of running, or shouting, throwing them out of her life forever, she was…
honouring them. Worshipping them, worshipping this, in the most intimate, most humiliating of ways.
That awareness was enough to prick a sliver of unease through her thoughts. Was this a punishment, too? Was this Kalfr using her, mocking her, in the most visceral way he could? Not only making her kneel and watch as he fucked his ástvinur, but making her taste it? Kiss it? Worship it?
Raye hesitated, while more heat burned up her cheeks, and Kalfr’s eyes flared on hers — and for an instant, she was sure he was about to sneer, and shove her face closer. To say, Do not look at me, nor speak to me. There is naught you could ever, ever do…
But then his eyes closed, and he turned his face back toward Gaelfr, and took a deep breath of the sweaty skin of his neck. “Suck him again, Raye,” he said, husky and low. “Draw out his seed for me, and earn his good feeding.”
It swept away the shame, just a little, and Raye nodded, and lurched back to Gaelfr’s front.
Swallowing him as hard and deep as she could, while Gaelfr bucked and howled, and Kalfr huffed a low laugh into the back of his neck.
The sound whirling up memories of all those years ago, of Kalfr laughing and teasing her in bed, warm and easy and affectionate.
“Too much, then, Gael?” he murmured, with a gentle nip against Gaelfr’s skin. “Mayhap we ought to stop for a spell, grant you time to catch up —”