Chapter 72 #2
Gaelfr’s groan shuddered through his entire body, and he slammed in even faster, the slapping sounds flaring through the air.
While beside him, Kalfr was helping, murmuring his heated approval as he nipped and kissed at Gaelfr’s neck, both hands stroking at his back, his arse, down to his swinging bollocks.
Driving Gaelfr on still harder and faster, until Raye was writhing and begging beneath him, and he was howling and wrenching up, already so close, so —
Gaelfr’s whole body arched, his roar rising to the moon as he pulsed and poured out, his cock stabbed and straining deep inside.
Feeding her, emptying himself for her, giving her all he had, and Raye gladly took it, welcomed it, revelled in the truth of it flooding out within her.
Granting her his favour, his power, his fealty.
Making himself hers, finishing this, for good.
But… Gaelfr didn’t seem finished. Did he? No, he was still half-hard and straining inside her, his eyes still wild and hungry on her face, and he groped for Kalfr, dragged him further up beside him. “N-need you, ástin mín,” he gasped. “Help me, whilst I make more.”
Raye wasn’t following, but Kalfr clearly understood, giving Gaelfr an indulgent smile as he nodded, and pressed another kiss to his red-streaked neck. “And shall we ask their help, also?” he murmured, angling his head toward their watching bandmates. “If our saeta agrees?”
Right. The helping. Gaelfr’s ragged groan sounded like assent, and his half-hard cock still inside Raye shuddered, surely suggesting he very much wanted that.
But he was still waiting, casting a questioning glance down at Raye’s face — and though she still didn’t know exactly what this would entail, she was already nodding, saying yes. Trusting them.
Gaelfr groaned again, and bent to press a hard kiss to Raye’s mouth before slowly drawing back from her, and sinking off to her side.
Releasing a surge of hot, pent-up seed from within her, but then it stopped again, safe again, because Kalfr had shifted up atop her with surprising swiftness, and now it was his hard cock sliding inside her, deep into the sticky slickness Gaelfr had left behind.
And Raye could feel him shuddering and swelling even fuller, his breath gasping, as if he truly wanted to feel this, to fuck his mate while she was already full of his ástvinur’s fresh seed.
“Good?” Kalfr breathed, hot in her ear, and Raye shivered and nodded, clutched her hands to his muscled back as he ground himself deep, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips in return.
“Our bandmates will now offer their help, then,” he murmured, with a meaningful glance up toward them. “Only speak, if you wish them to stop.”
Raye nodded again, still not feeling the slightest alarm about this, not even as the band’s orcs came closer, and began settling down on the altar around them.
Their bodies were now bared to the moonlight too, their skin brushing warm and smooth against hers — but they weren’t really facing toward her, or toward Kalfr and Gaelfr either.
And instead, they were focusing on… each other.
On drawing each other close, with hands and legs and mouths.
As if only joining Raye and Kalfr and Gaelfr on the altar, so they could offer up their own worship toward the goddess, too.
“Still good?” Kalfr murmured, searching Raye’s eyes, and yes, it was good.
So damned good, with Kalfr still moving like this over her, inside her, spurting out Gaelfr’s messy seed between them, while Gaelfr himself now knelt beside them, watching them with fervent hooded eyes, his nostrils flaring.
And all around them, their bandmates kept finding and meeting each other too, rocking and gasping, surrounding them with strength, flooding the air with the heady mingled scents of hunger and pleasure and life. Being part of this, with them.
“My turn, ástin mín,” Gaelfr rasped, into Kalfr’s throat, and when Raye glanced downwards, Gaelfr’s glossy cock was already hard and dripping again, pooling onto the altar below.
And above her, Kalfr groaned and nodded, thrusting faster, deeper, his head arching up — and he quaked as he emptied out inside her, pumping out flare after flare of his own hot seed, spewing it in together with Gaelfr’s, churning and stirring it into one.
Kalfr looked dazed when he met Raye’s eyes again, dropping a filthy, scraping kiss to her lips — and with a hiss, he drew out and sideways, releasing another surge of hot fluid from between them, even thicker and messier than before.
But Gaelfr’s hulking body was already crouching over her, his hard crown finding its place easy this time, carving its way into her.
Fucking in hard and fast, while the seed spilled and sputtered out around him, the sounds sloshing, the scents swirling with all the rest into the air, rising to the moon above.
Everything seemed a little brighter now, a little closer, the pleasure sharp and wheeling, sparks prickling beneath Raye’s skin.
And jolting stronger with every pump of Gaelfr’s beautiful body inside her, seeking to grant her more of his strength and care, spurred on by Kalfr’s hands touching them both, streaking more sparks across Raye’s face, her breasts, her belly.
And with it, whipping it up even higher, were the other touches, too.
Brushes of shoulders and thighs, bodies rutting and arching, the silk of sweat, the thrust of muscle and need.
Eyolf’s elbow nudging against Raye’s as he gasped and pulled his thighs higher, William’s long fallen-out hair tickling her shoulder as he bobbed over Soren’s groin.
And Raye was hazily, distinctly aware of a lithe, naked Fengr kneeling high beside her, his body gyrating with astonishing grace and beauty, his face tipped to the sky, alight with unmistakable bliss, while below him, Skirvir bucked and stared, his frantic groans raking through the air.
And it didn’t matter, not really, if Skirvir’s sharp spray of seed caught Raye across the waist, not when Gaelfr was again stiffening and pouring out inside her, surging her full of yet more of his pleasure and strength.
And when Gaelfr pulled away with a groan, and waved Kalfr over again, it didn’t matter if their mingled seed spurted out of Raye’s body in a hard arc this time, landing across Egil’s arm — or if Egil then raised his wet arm to his mouth, licking it clean with a long, hungry stroke of his tongue.
Because Kalfr was here again, sinking deep inside her again, fizzing yet more dizzying pleasure all through her, coating her thighs and her breath, pouring out all over the altar beneath them.
“More,” Raye gasped, earning a heated, groaning kiss from Gaelfr to her mouth, his big hands squeezing at her breasts.
But someone else’s hands were gently touching her thighs, lifting her legs higher for Kalfr’s ease, opening up the sounds and the scents, spattering more of their combined seed out for the orcs rutting and gasping behind them.
While more hot slickness caught against her leg, against her fingers clutching Kalfr’s back, and all she could do was smear it against him, wring up the scents brighter, draw down the pleasure closer —
“No, not thus,” came Gaelfr’s gasping voice, and when Raye’s fluttering eyes found him, he was guiding Egil’s hand away from his hard dripping cock. “Our woman is — jealous. Greedy. Selfish.”
But it sounded pleased, proud, triumphant — and amidst the careening pleasure, Raye nodded, and gratefully smiled toward him. “Yes, I am,” she breathed, even as her hand caressed with astonishing ease at Egil’s sticky thigh, perhaps meeting him, speaking a silent apology. “Mine.”
Egil’s grin back was easy and unoffended, his hand patting hers in return before he turned toward Othan beside him.
While Gaelfr gazed at Raye with possessive pride blazing in his eyes, and when she reached and drew him closer, his touch fired out so much heat and pleasure that she could scarcely stand it, could scarcely survive beneath the intensity of its light.
Kalfr surely felt it too, shouting as he arched up and filled her with more heat, more streaming sparking radiance.
Speaking to her, the scents sweeping up with the warmth of his eyes, saying, I love you, I understand you, I trust you.
And then, softer, so sweet she could taste it, Thank you, saeta.
Raye smiled back at Kalfr, caressed his slippery skin, hurled the scent and trust and affection even brighter in the air.
And brighter still as he kissed her, and eased aside for his ástvinur, and Gaelfr’s strong bracing strength filled her again, sank smooth and victorious into her pouring bounty, bathing him in the radiance streaming from inside her.
Raye cried out and opened even wider for him, offering herself up soft and soaked and willing for him, a ready waiting offering.
Kalfr was helping her too, his hands caressing against her jiggling breasts, pinching her nipples to full hardness, drawing them closer to the sky, and now more of their bandmates’ hands had joined him — not only drawing her thighs even wider, but also gently caressing her arms and legs, smoothing their shining seed into her skin, and even carefully spreading her hair against the altar, tucking flowers into her messy curls.
It felt like a dream, now, a trance, a swaying riotous euphoria.
Like the goddess had settled here on the altar among them, showering them with deep, decadent streams of blessing.
And it was shining brightest from Raye herself, flaring out from beneath her gleaming skin, pouring out from the very core of her, anointing Gaelfr’s striving seeking cock with the full power of her blessing, baptizing him in power and light.