Page 109 of The Widow and the Orcs

AndKillikknew it too, his hand now stroking possessively up and downUlfarr’sslowly swelling cock, whileLouisafondled and caressed at his bulging bollocks.Theirhands brushing, their mouths still taking turns kissing him, their gasps deepening into groans.AndKillik’sbare groin was rhythmically rocking against the side ofUlfarr’ship, his long leg hooked around his thigh, andLouisawas beginning to feel distinctly irritated by her dress, how it felt clammy and constricting in the crackling warmth from the fire.Andwhen she awkwardly tugged at it,Killik’ssteady hand was there, guiding it up her leg, higher and higher.Hiseyes glinting on hers in a silent question, and then casting a brief, meaningful glance around the ever-filling room — butLouisawas doing this now.Facingthis, proving this,Ifear you not…

Killikhelped her tug the dress and shift off over her head, leaving her clad only in her boots and loincloth.Andthough the air prickled on her bare skin, firing a furious shudder up her back, she drew up strength from the fur, fromUlfarr’sstrong body against her, the hazy awe in his blinking, watching eyes.Andthen — oh, please — that wasKillik’shand on her face, drawing her acrossUlfarrtoward him, so he could press a brief, scraping kiss to her mouth, too.

Louisamoaned, hoarse and breathless — and beneath them,Ulfarrmoaned too, vibrating all through his big warm body.Andwith another purposeful nudge fromKillik, she andKillikbent down to kissUlfarr’smouth together, sloppy and hungry.Tastinghim, sharing him, honouring him, and oh, those were hands,Ulfarr’shands, guidingLouisaup closer upon his solid body, settling her over that leaking ridge on his belly, oh.

Itfelt so good, grinding so thick and hard just whereLouisamost craved it, bare skin to bare slippery skin.Andshe was distantly grateful for her still-present loincloth, both concealing the worst of this, and offering such warm indecent wonders beneath it.Ulfarr’sslick pulsing shaft, sliding long and fat and ridged against her hot crease, opening it wider and wider.Andshe only had to shift a little, meet whereKillik’ssteady hand was already between them, guiding that hard cock up, notching its slick head into place…

“Fuck,”Louisagasped, arching up upon it, against the sweet perfect press of it.Showingoff far too much, giving the whole room a damned good show — but yes, she was doing this, proving this.Shewas takingUlfarr’shuge, shuddering heft inside her, and she was doing it without any of their usual preparation, without any ofKillik’sslick seed easing the way.Andshe was watching that look onUlfarr’sflushed face as she did it, the awe and the frenzy glimmering in his eyes, as his trembling hands caressed her, drew her closer.Drewthem ever deeper together, his body sinking into hers breath by breath, please, please…

“Sogood,” he whispered, his voice cracking, his eyes flashing. “Sogood, sweetLouisa.Sokind, so brave, so perfect.Mine.”

His.Asharp, shaky thrill wrenched upLouisa’sbody, clamping her tighter upon him — andUlfarrbucked up to meet it, his eyes rolling back. “Mine,” he repeated, harder now. “Mywoman.Mygood, fierceSkaiwoman.Ach?”

Itwas as though he’d plunged himself into her throat, too, yanking out her truth, becauseLouisawas choking, nodding, holding his shimmering eyes. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes,Wolf.Yours.”

Shesank down the rest of the way as she said it, full of the strength and the bulk and the ache, the truth of him twitching and spasming inside her.ButUlfarr’seyes were steady, now, satisfied, and he nodded, brought up his hand to caress her face.

“Good,” he murmured. “Nowshow me.Fuckme.Honourme.”

Damn.Itshot like a streak toLouisa’sgroin, stabbing her certain and deep, sparking out with wild, convulsive need.Theneed to oblige him, to honour him, to offer him this, to prove this.Andher nod was rapid and desperate, her gaze tearing away towardKillik, because he was —

Watching.Staring.Still.

Louisa’sthoughts skipped, stumbled backwards, because — oh.Mine,Ulfarrhad said.Mine.Showme.Fuckme.

Withno… noKillik.

AndKillikhad heard that, watched that, caught that — and it had meant something to him, somethingLouisacouldn’t at all read in his eyes.Wasit shock, was it fury, was it…hurt.

Butwait, yes,Ulfarrhad caught it too, his eyes followingLouisa’s, his hand slipping up to skitter againstKillik’scheek. “Andshe is yours also, pup,” he breathed. “Dothis with us, ach?”

Killik’sbreath shuddered out, but he nodded, quick and furtive, his eyes dropping.Andthen, without a word, he shifted around behindLouisa, his warm familiar body settling against her, sliding up the back of her loincloth, and prodding…there.

Louisa’seyes snapped wide, her breath caught in her throat — was he really going to do this, did he really even want this, did they need to talk about this?Butoh,Killikwas still jabbing, seeking, and nowUlfarr’shand was here again, his eyes were here again, searching her, safe.

“Youare sure you wish for this with us?” he asked her, quiet, darting a purposeful glance around at the room. “Bothof us?Here?”

Louisahauled in a breath, fought to consider the question, as her gaze followed his around the room.Whichhad continued to fill up with guests and revellers, most of them caught in their own drinks and discussions and laughter — but some of them were watching, too.IncludingtheSkaismithArgarr, wearing an appreciative smile, andFilak, lurking in the opening of his new tunnel, his eyes glinting in the firelight.Andalso the healerRurik, sprawled on a bench with his arms crossed, his pale eyes balefully flicking towardFilak, and then back towardLouisaon the fur.Asif he was… assessing her.Judging.

Louisa’sface heated, her gaze darting away, and finding…Rosa.Rosa, giving an encouraging little grin over her shoulder, and then settling down overJohn-Ka, who’d been reading at one of the tables.Andwho was now marking his place in his book, so he could slide his clawed hands upRosa’sshort skirt, scraping red lines into her pale skin, while she arched and gasped upon him.

Andwait, they weren’t the only ones in a similar state, either —Jule’smateGrimarrhad her backed against a wall, while theRightHandDrafliwas fondling both his mates at once.Andover there, evenSimonwas sitting bared on a bench, hazily watching an also-baredMariaas she slid down onto his thick, glossy,Ulfarr-sized heft.

Andit was that, perhaps, that finally setLouisanodding, her eyes findingUlfarragain, her hands clutching to his shoulders.Yes.Yes, she wanted this, wanted to prove this, to feel this.TofeelUlfarr’ssolid strength filling her, anchoring her, asKillikkept guiding himself in behind.Usinghis hand to pump out more slickness, to help ease the way, but it was already so tight, so full, oh gods — because despite everything they’d done, they still hadn’t done it like this.Notall together like this, two hard male bodies on either side of her, seeking to share her, to sink into her at once…

“More,”Louisagasped, and even with the stretch and the pain she needed this, needed it so much it felt alive, like a shouting scrabbling clamour inside her.Sheneeded them, more of them, needed to honour them, prove it to them, face this, fix this…

“Breathe,”Killikhissed behind her, with no tenderness in his voice, or in his strong hands drawing her wider apart.Showingthe whole room this, now, his hard length stabbing into her, sinking deeper, bit by bit.WhileUlfarrstayed embedded deeper below, swelling and spasming, waiting forKillikto find his seat, to prod deeper and deeper, breathe, relax, breathe…

Louisajolted all over asKillikfinally sank to the hilt, skin pressed tight to skin, his breath skating shaky across her back.Oh, hell, he was in, they were both inside her at once, shuddering and squeezing out their slick seed, stretching her wide open.Andanyone could see this, everyone could see this,Louisa’sbody hot and quivering and impaled upon two hard, hungrySkaipricks.

Andthen — then — movement.Killik’sembedded strength lifting her up onUlfarr’sthick length, and then guiding her down again.AndthenUlfarrholding her there, gouged deep upon him, whileKillikslowly slid out, until he’d bobbed free of her.Hisslick heft lightly slapping her skin, streaking her even wetter, before slowly, steadily sinking back inside.Puttingon a show, damn him, more brazen and obscene than anything else he’d ever done, with all these people watching — andLouisacould only shudder and spasm upon it, and beg and wait for more.

“More,please,” she gasped, earning a smattering of low, approving laughter from behind her, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered, but the strongSkaiorcs taking turns with her, sliding themselves in and out of her, swifter and smoother with every breath.WhileLouisaclung toUlfarrand welcomed it, wanted it, needed more and more of it, all of it, closer, please…

Sheshouted as the ecstasy careened and crashed, wrenching through her again and again.Stabbingher with wave after wave of raw, rampant relief, crushing it against all that hot flesh buried inside her — and thenKillikstiffened, stuttered, whileUlfarrarched and groaned, yanked her down tight and deep.Andthen they were both shaking too, falling with her into the abyss, their bodies pulsing and pouring her full of them, flooding her inside and out.Somuch, so much, everything, everything, she’d done it, she’d honoured them, she’d proven it.Shehad.

Thetruth of it sagged her heavy down ontoUlfarr, into the strength of his warm waiting arms, curling around her back.Alreadycaressing her, comforting her, as he kissed her damp hair, and a low, contented growl rumbled through his chest.

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