Page 126 of The Widow and the Orcs

Ulfarrwas… chainingKillik.Trappinghim.Circlingthat thick, strong steel around his neck, and drawing it close.

AndKilliklooked — stunned.Incredulous.Hismouth slack, his eyes blank, his hand snapping up to feel the truth of that chain.Notpulled tight, not enough to break the skin, but still solid, powerful, dangerous.

“Youyet wish for this?” cameUlfarr’svoice, sounding resigned, shaky, hungry. “Bothof you?”

ButLouisa’seyes had caught toKillik’s, the silent awareness flying and flashing between them — and they both nodded at once, rapid, desperate.Needingthis, whatever the hell this was, whileUlfarrdrew in another ragged breath, and…

Hesnapped.Hishuge body snatching forKillik, yanking him hard beneath him, shoving him face-down into the earth.Keepingone hand gripped to that chain, while the other reached forKillik’strousers, dragged them down with a sharp ripping sound — because his powerful thighs had already spreadKillik’sknees wide apart, pinning him to the earth, oh gods.SoUlfarrcould mount up overKillik’sprone body, looming massive and deadly and vicious, with his scarred, swollen, pendulous cock prodding downwards, his full bollocks swaying behind them.

“Thenopen wide, pup,” he growled, hot and dark inKillik’sear, as he gave a firm tug on the chain. “Andbeg your wolf to fuck you, andownyou.”

Thesheer disbelieving shock again flashed acrossKillik’seyes, but it was instantly chased by hunger, by a wild pleading craving. “Ach, yes,Wolf,”Killikgasped. “Fuckme.Ownme.”

Ulfarr’sgrowl went deeper, harder, and his huge hanging shaft prodded downwards, even as he shook his head. “More,” he hissed, with a hard, ringing slap of his big hand toKillik’sbared arse. “Begme.Useyour sharp clever mouth for me.”

Killikshivered and nodded, hauled in a deep breath. “Fuckme,Wolf,” he choked. “Useme.Fillme.Grantme that perfectSkaiprick, and your strongSkaiseed.Teachme how this feels, how it scents, let me milk this from you, and taste this great gift.Please,Wolf.Please.”

Itwas unlike anythingLouisahad ever heardKilliksay, unlike anything she’d ever seen on his face.Thatfrenzied, abject yearning, that fierce urgent need, without even a twinge of his usual coolness or sarcasm or pride.Andoh,Ulfarrknew it too, his eyes fluttering as he shovedKillik’slegs wider apart, as his dripping, pulsing head bobbed for its place, searching, settling, prodding…

Andthen it… plunged.Punchedsharp and deep, in one single, devastating stroke.

Killikflailed and shouted, his head arching up, his eyes rolling back — butUlfarronly grunted, and yanked the chain down again.ShovingKillik’sstill-bloody face into the earth, as his other hand spread wide against his back, holding him tight and firm.Sohe could watch his own huge length slowly sliding out ofKillik, slick and glossy with his seed — and then he drove it back in, even harder than before.

Killikjuddered, moaned, but that was still only pleasure in his eyes, all over his flushed face.Wantingthis, needing this, maybe waiting for this for twenty damned years.TheWolfof theSkaioverpowering him, holding him down, mounting him, and ploughing him with all his strength.Makinghim his.

“Youaremine,KillikofClanSkai,”Ulfarrsnarled, with a snap of his teeth towardKillik’spointed ear. “Youhavealwaysbeen mine.Andhenceforth, you shall never touch anotheragain, without my leave.”

Killik’snod was instant, fervent, but it wasn’t enough,Ulfarr’shand yanking on the chain, his steady plunges driving harder intoKillik’strembling body beneath him. “Never,Killik,”Ulfarrhissed. “AndwhenIwish you in my bed, you shallbethere.Youshallstaythere.Youshall not speak false to me.Youshall not keep plots or secrets from me.And” — another loud, ringing slap atKillik’sred arse — “you shall never again plan to leave me!Youaremine!”

Killikwrenched all over, his moan breaking into a cry — but he nodded again, jerking his neck hard against the chain. “A-ach,” he gasped. “Ach,Wolf.Yours.”

Ulfarr’sgrunt was low and satisfied, but he still nipped sharply atKillik’sear this time, his hips driving in that same furious rhythm. “And,” he continued, “you shall honour this good woman you have hunted us.Youshall treat her as the rareSkaiprize she is.AndwhenIask you to tend her, and speak truth to her, you shall do this.Youshall stop play-acting as though you care naught for her, when you have just gutted this man for her, and would do it again in a breath!”

Killik’swild eyes flicked towardLouisa, but he nodded again, and moaned intoUlfarr’sfurious onslaught. “Ach,” he choked. “Iwill,Wolf.Ishall.”

Ulfarrgrunted again, and shovedKillikdown harder, jerking the chain sideways.Baringmore ofKillik’sexposed neck for his hard, greedy eyes, and oh,Killik’shead was even tilting further away, as if offering it, wanting it.AsUlfarr’sgrowling mouth drew closer, his breath sharply inhaling, his plunges gone slower, harder, gouging in with deep, ruthless purpose —

“Suckyour wolf’s good seed deep,” he hissed, intoKillik’sear. “Andbeg me to drink you, my sweet pup.”

Killik’svoice was babbling now, begging in wordsLouisacouldn’t understand, his hips shoving up, his eyes furiously fluttering — and thenUlfarrthrust his head intoKillik’sexposed neck, his jaw clamping down tight.Ashis hips plunged in one last time, rammingKillikinto the earth —

Killik’sroar tore through the air, his body kicking and writhing, his eyes squeezed shut.AsUlfarrkept grinding hard against him, pouring himself out into him, his throat rapidly, rhythmically swallowing.TakingfromKillik, and giving toKillik, giving and giving and giving — untilKillikfinally sagged heavy and defeated beneath it, his body sprawled and slack against the earth.

Onlythen didUlfarrtwitch backwards, drawing his reddened mouth away fromKillik’sneck.Hiseyes blinking down toward it, hazy and dazed at first — but then wider and wider, as his breath caught, and his shoulders stilled.Andas he stared, his face went paler and paler, his head shaking, his hand dropping the chain to the earth with a clatter.

Asif — he was shaken.Shocked.Appalledat the sight ofKilliklying beneath him, his trousers torn and ragged, his body covered with mud and dried blood.

Killikhad half-turned to look atUlfarrtoo, his mouth opening and closing, and then — quivering.Asif he was about to start weeping, oh gods, but asLouisablinked at him, she knew he wasn’t hurt, or in pain.No, no, it was just the relief, and the pleasure, and the sheer aching joy in it.The… peace.

ButperhapsUlfarrcouldn’t see that right now, or scent it, not with the mud and the chain, the shock and the horror slowly etching into his sweaty, haggard face.AndKillikcouldn’t say it, either — couldn’t just sayIloved that,Ilove you, thank you—

Andgods, this was just what had gotten them into this mess in the first place, wasn’t it?Andbefore she’d even caught it,Louisashifted her own muddy, bloody body down beside them, and patted her hand atKillik’shot, flushed face.

“Yes, you ought to weep,” she told him, as lightly as she could. “Afterfinally gaining your wolf’s strong ploughing, after so many years.Evenbetter than you’ve always dreamt, wasn’t it?”

Killik’sfluttering eyes slid toward her, but yes, that was relief, warming those eyes, wavering on his mouth.SoLouisalet her smile draw higher, into something smug and satisfied, as she gave another pat to his cheek. “Itwas even better thanIdreamt, too,” she said. “Seeingyou stuck and stabbed on our wolf’s good seat, and screaming for mercy.Myfavourite part of this show so far.”

Killikscoffed and rolled his eyes, and even jabbed a wavering claw toward her face. “Stillnot your show, you greedy harpy,” he replied, between heavy breaths. “Itismine.Youdance forme!”

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