Page 142 of The Widow and the Orcs

Andthroughout it all, the pleasure kept rocking and writhing, whipping up tighter and closer, and she didn’t care anymore how she looked, now pouring out that constant stream ofSkaiseed, or how it sounded, slick and slippery and squelching.Onlyhow it felt, with the orcs who had already had their turns still touching her, caressing her, while the remaining orcs gave her their bodies, their praise, their gasps, their seed.Feelingmore and more like power with every breath, like vivid wild life, sparkling beneath her skin, between her trembling thighs.Theywere marking her together, making her theirs, making herSkaiin a way she hadn’t at all understood, until this moment.

Andwhen she gasped and begged uponHjalt— the last orc, who had water streaking freely down his face — she could almost understand about the son, too.Ifshe’d been able to bear a child from this, it would have felt like — all of theirs.Asthough they’d made it together, knitted it together inside her, with the sweet messy blend of their seed.Andwhen the son was born, they all would have welcomed him, cared for him, treated him as their own.

Louisanearly wept as she thankedHjalt, too, and told him how lovely he was, how good he felt.Andwhen he drew out, it was a teeming flooding mess, spattering all over him, and ontoUlfarrbehind him, too.

ButUlfarrjust clappedHjalton the shoulder, and thanked him for his care and his good seed.Andthen, onceHjalthad collapsed down onto the platform,Ulfarrstepped closer betweenLouisa’slegs, his eyes glinting on the mess between them.Andhe even spread her thighs wider, gently tilted them up, so he could look his fill — and then he slid his hand down, too.Strokingagainst her soft, spewing, wide-open heat, and then sinking three fingers slow and easy inside.

“Ach, we have well ploughed and planted her, my lusty rutmates,” he murmured, as he slipped his fingers in and out, squelching in the mess. “Ihave never before witnessed her opened so wide, or pouring forth such rich bounty.”

Therewere a few appreciative murmurs, a few of the orcs shifting around to look.Oneof them —Argarr— even bending down to lap against it, his tongue tingling againstLouisa’sswollen skin, andUlfarrindulgently watched, and then slipped his slick hand further down her open, messy crease.Nudgingcarefully against where it was still tight, resisting, despite all the hot fluid pouring down over it.

“Come, pup, and open this,”Ulfarrmurmured. “Makeyour mate ready for your wolf’s strong ploughing.”

BothLouisaandKillikgroaned at once, andLouisawillingly turned onto her side forKillik, fought to breathe and open for him.Butthey both knew this so well, now — it was so often part of their show, their dance — and they both groaned again asKilliksank inside, into the place that was still untouched by the others, still only theirs.

Andonce he was in, locked tight and deep, he grasped her, and rolled onto his back.RollingLouisaup with him, so she was again looking atUlfarr, splayed and exposed forUlfarr, waiting forUlfarr— but now already gasping upon the strength ofKillikinside her.AndUlfarrwas watching that, too, watching that hot seed flow down ontoKillikwith hooded, approving eyes.Hisslick, dripping-wet hand now stroking his own jutting cock, which looked thicker thanLouisahad ever seen it, oozing out a steady stream of white toward the floor.

“Tendher, my rutmates, and honour her,”Ulfarrordered, husky. “WhilstIstopper all your goodSkaiseed, and plough it deeper inside her, ach?”

Therewere multiple gasps and groans around them, and then more warm caressing hands, more hot sliding tongues.Shiveringand skittering all overLouisa, and strongest of all wasRurik’shand, slipping downwards, sparkling sheer raw sensation in its wake.Butthen it all splintered, scattered, asUlfarrfinally put his huge, leaking, pulsing head toLouisa’sstreaming, wide-opened crease, holding, opening.Watchingher swollen, tender body clutching and kissing against him, coating him with more of his rutmates’Skaiseed, tempting him inside…

Onemore breath, one shudder against her — and thenUlfarrplunged deep, in a single shattering stroke.Hardenough thatLouisascreamed, the sound ringing through the room — but there was no pain, no sharp scent of blood.Onlythe raw raging intensity of it, of being jammed so impossibly, tenuously full.Fullof not onlyKillik, but all that seed, andUlfarr’sown huge demanding cock.Acock that had never taken her like that before, andUlfarrheld her eyes as he drew out, almost all the way —

Andthen he rammed back in.Andthen again, and again, pounding intoLouisa, ploughing all that rich blended seed deeper inside.Mountingher, rutting her, claiming her with all his strength and will, while all his rutmates urged them on.AndLouisawas begging, weeping, pleading for more, for everything, for all he could possibly give her, signing it and speaking it and needing it.Theywere so close, almost there, almost mates, please, please, please —

Therush struck like a blow, like a great towering wave, like a fuelling raging inferno.Burningand charging and trampling, flattening all the world in its wake.Blastingout sheer seizing ecstasy, unlike anythingLouisahad ever known, ever tasted — and it just kept wheeling, reeling, in the strength of her wolf, the strength of his fiercest pup, the strength of his rut-pack.Allof it pouring out onto her, into her, the scents and the heat and the bliss, the power, the honour, the safety.

ShewasSkai.Skai.Skai.

Shecouldn’t have said when it finished, or whose hands were touching her, or whose seed had spattered all over her quivering, sticky body.Becausethere was only theWolfof theSkai, here, still locked and mounted upon her, cradling her face in his trembling hands.Kissingher again and again, not only on her mouth, but her nose, her eyelids, her forehead, her cheeks.Kissingwith such sweet, aching tenderness, as warm salty liquid dropped onto her cheeks, her lips.

“Mymate,”Ulfarrwhispered, hoarse, raw, disbelieving. “Mymate.Mine.”

Louisanodded, brief but fervent, and oh, the chain had released around her wrists, freeing her tingling hands.Andshe finally fluttered them downwards, touched all that warm, powerful, sweaty skin above her.TheWolfof theSkai.Hermate.

“Mine,” she repeated, her voice a croak, as she clutched him closer — and then her hand scrabbled downwards, foundKillik’sown hand too, laced her fingers tightly with his. “Mine.”

Ulfarrnodded and kissed her again, again, again — down her cheek now, to her jaw, her throat.Hissharp teeth seeking, finally finding their place, after so long — and when they bit down, sudden and deep,Louisadidn’t feel even a flicker of pain.Onlymore of that shaky, aching pleasure, that relief, that safety.Hermate.Hers.

AndwhenUlfarrfinally drew away again, his mouth smeared with red, his eyes glittering wild on her face, she could only caress him, try to smile at him, to sign at him, through the water streaking down her own cheeks.

Ilove you,Wolf.Ilove you.Mine.

Ulfarr’seyes shifted, shone, and he signed it back, his hands just as shaky as hers.Ilove you,Louisa.Youare mine,Louisa.

Hername was a downwards dagger-strike, a mirror image toKillik’s, and though they’d settled on it months and months ago,Louisastill shivered whenever she sawUlfarrsign both of their names like this, both his hands striking at once.Butthis time, it was together with that —Mine.Mine,Louisa-Killik.Mine,Killik-Louisa.Mine.

Louisasigned it back, and then pulled upKillik’sother hand, too.Allof them now saying it, swearing it together, and somehow it was a vow of its own, shimmering out pure and new between them.Shewas theirs, and they were hers.Mates.Skai.

“Isee you, my brave mate,”Ulfarrwhispered now, soft, holding her eyes. “Ipledge you my sword, and my favour, and my fealty.Ishall keep yousafe, so long asIam able, and so long as you shall wish.”

Thevow caughtLouisa’sbreath, shot deep into her chest, and now she was full-on weeping, and nodding, and trying to sign it back at him.Andoh, the tenderness in his eyes, the pride, as he nodded, and then gave her one more slow, worshipful kiss.

Andthen, finally, he drew backwards, out of her, away.RevealingLouisa’ssprawled, sated, seed-spattered body, ploughed wide open by her new mate, and again pouring out his riches.Allthe bounty, all the great gifts he had given her, all his powerful rut-pack still crouched around her.

TheWolfof theSkaihad claimed a mate.

“Isee your gain,Skai,” called a voice,Simon’svoice. “Youhave my blessing.”

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