Page 27 of The Widow and the Orcs

Andmaybe — maybe — also… to his.BecauseinLouisa’scareful fingers, he… shuddered.Spasmed.Almostas if… responding to this.Wantingthis.

Oh, hell.Louisa’sgroan choked from her mouth, and she bent lower again, pressed another soft kiss against him.Lingeringlonger this time, while he again shuddered and swelled — and this time, that was a brief spurt of sweetness, spreading warm and liquid against her kissing lips.AndwhenLouisa’stentative tongue sought a little deeper, sought the source of it, there was another spurt, and another.Squeezingout with every swelling shudder, wanting to give this to her, oh gods —

“Good,Wolf,”Killikmurmured, hot and husky. “Feelthis woman kissing you, as she should.Scenthow hungry she is.Seehow she longs to suck out your strongSkaiseed.”

Ulfarrmoaned again, his hips slightly bucking, as he shuddered even fuller betweenLouisa’slips, and spurted out more hot sweetness into her mouth.Andthen more, and more, because she was just sucking him now, caressing him with her lips and tongue…

Andin return, he kept growing longer, thicker, harder.Asif kissing her back, oh gods, swiping his slick sweetness against her lips, while also expanding within her hand’s grip, stretching her fingers apart.Untilthey weren’t even touching around the width of him, andLouisadrew back to look at it, licking at her sweet-tasting lips, as the soft scarred skin at its head slowly, smoothly peeled back.Exposingthe fullness of his glossy grey crown, with its deep-cut slit, and yet more visible scars scattered across it.

Damn.Itstill wasn’t quite as large or rigid as that huge stone she’d used, but it was warm, quivering, alive.Andits scarred skin was still so soft, sliding so smooth beneath her tentative stroking fingers, and now she could see that thick white sweetness, oozing out from within that cleft.Growinginto a shining bead of white, larger and larger, until it slipped downwards, drawing a streak of smooth liquid over all those messy scars.AndLouisa’sexhale sounded more like a groan, her tongue again brushing at her lips.

“Donot waste it, woman,” cameKillik’slow hiss. “Drinkwhat my wolf grants you.”

Yes, please, andLouisa’sglance towardKillikwas almost grateful as she again bent low, and began… licking.Tasting.Messierand hungrier than before, trying to catch that sweetness, to lick that scarred shuddering shaft clean all over — but more just kept coming, streaking down all sides of him, coating him in slippery white.UntilfinallyLouisajust swerved back up to the source of it, sucking in that huge pulsing head as deep as she could, but there was no way she could take him any further, it was too much, please…

“Useyour hand to pump the rest of him, and milk out more to drink,”Killik’svoice ordered. “Gently.”

Louisagroaned and nodded as she obeyed, pumping him up and down, darting a furtive look upwards.FindingKillikstill watching this with glittering eyes, whileUlfarropenly gaped at her, his eyes blown wide with awestruck disbelief.Hisgroan now a low steady rumble, vibrating through his huge chest, andLouisamight have even smiled — or tried to smile — as she gave him another slow, soft, messy kiss, her tongue twining and twisting against him.

Hisgroan broke, his eyes furiously fluttering, soLouisakept kissing, kept lavishing him, adoring him.Scarcelynoticing asKillik’shand shifted downwards, reaching towardUlfarr’sknee, guiding it lower, sideways — until that knee slipped up betweenLouisa’sown trembling thighs.Grindingup broad and powerful against her, oh, just where she most craved it, and she couldn’t bite back her gasp, or her shocked, chagrined glare atKillik’ssmug face.

“Better,”Killiksaid coolly. “Ach,Wolf?”

Ulfarronly groaned again, his body arching as his thigh ground up harder, andLouisamet it, pressed shaky against it, as her watering mouth again found that hard, scarred, leaking head, and sucked it.Revellingin its rich spurting sweetness, its hungry shudders against her tongue, and the truth ofUlfarrwrithing and bucking beneath her, his groans harsh and deep.Allof it floodingLouisa’ssenses at once, pouring her full of need, grinding her shamelessly against that big solid thigh.Butshe couldn’t stop, please, and her pleading glance towardKillikfound him still intently watching, his brows raised, his knife making a slow circle that meant,more.

Yes,Louisawanted more, needed more, sucking that sweet leaking crown further into her mouth, slipping her tongue even deeper against its slit.WhileUlfarr’smoans wrenched higher, his head tipping back, his huge fists straining against the bed — andKillik’seyes swept up and down the full length of him, his own hand surreptitiously adjusting his trousers, as he again circled his knife atLouisa.Meaning,Doit again.More.

Louisaobeyed, makingUlfarrcry out this time, and it was so much, too much, swaying and weaving through her wheeling thoughts, flooding her mouth and her breath.Shewas sucking an orc, she had an orc in her mouth, he was huge and powerful and beautiful and he was here, hers, in her bed, in her mouth, in her hands, in her thrall.

Andthere was nothing,nothinglike this, nothing she’d ever imagined in all her years, the pleasure and the power coiling, coalescing, his thigh grinding and his cock swelling and his moans rising and rising, flooding even the air with his sweet, stunning surrender.WhileKillikjust kept watching, kept circling that knife, his eyes glinting with command, with satisfaction, with bright, feral glee —

“Swallowall my wolf gives you,” he ordered, low. “Donot waste a drop, woman.”

Andwait, did he mean — but yes,Ulfarr’sgroans sharpened into a deep, dizzying shout, his bollocks tightening, his huge body rigid all over.Andwith one last, jolting jerk, he bucked up, and — broke.Thrashingand howling as spurts of hot, succulent sweetness poured intoLouisa’smouth, surging and swarming her in a fierce flooding rush.Andhow could there possibly be so much, so full — and she had to slurp and gulp to keep it in, to swallow, to drag it down, while her helpless, desperate moans choked out around it.

Oh, he was so good.Sosweet.Givingher all of this, offering it up to her so freely, and there was nothing like this, no pleasure like this, so strong she was trembling all over, hitching hard against his thigh, his warmth, his —

Herown release smashed through her like a hammer, hurling out blasts of battering bliss again and again.Sostunning thatLouisadidn’t care if she was shouting, or brazenly rutting onUlfarr’sthigh, or if her dress had somehow slipped up, so he could surely feel her slick, starving body clutching and spasming against him.Andshe didn’t even care ifKillikwas still watching, his eyes dark and blazing, his fingers tight and pale against the knife…

ButthenKilliklurched to his feet.Moved— towardUlfarr.Andthere was a flash of his hand, shoving down his own trousers, showing a brief glimpse of a long, scarred grey shaft — and then he grasped a handful ofUlfarr’shair, yanked his head up and sideways, and…

Andplunged himself deep intoUlfarr’sthroat.

Louisafroze, staring, her heart kicking in her chest, her mouth slackening around — around whereUlfarrwas still in her mouth, oh gods.Hewas still in her mouth, his spurting spasms finally slowing, even asKillikgouged into his own throat — and oh,Ulfarrwas visibly suckingKillik, working him with his lips and tongue, his eyes fluttering closed, as another low moan rumbled through his huge, trembling body.Asif… as if he liked this.Hewanted this.Hewanted…Killik.

Andoh,Killiklet out a low hiss as his head tilted back, his claws scraping red marks againstUlfarr’ssweaty neck — andLouisacould feelUlfarr’scock swelling again, squeezing out more hot fluid between her lips, as his own throat audibly, rhythmically gulped, swallowing allKillikwas giving him.Andit was so much, it was still happening, what wasKillikdoing, what the hell was this —

Andgods, what the hell hadLouisajust done?She’dsucked off an orc and gotten herself off on his damnedthigh, and now he wanted — this?

Toolate, she squeezed her eyes shut, and lurched backwards, off, away.Wipingher shaky hand at her swollen lips, her stupidly leaking eyes, fighting to ignore the bitter, miserable plunge in her gut.UlfarrwantedKillik, not her, and now — now —

Nowsomething — grasped her arm.Somethingthat made her flinch and flare up, her heart screeching, until —

Oh.Ulfarr.Buthe was already wincing, drawing backwards, dropping his hand.Andthe dazed, hungry look in his eyes had entirely vanished, snapped back to — fear.Toalarm.Tosheer, searching panic.

“For-forgive me,Louisa,” he gulped, hoarse. “Idid not wish to — displease you, or disappoint you.Thiswas — such a great, great gift to me, and if there is aughtIcould do to — to return this, or show you the depth of my — my —”

Oh, gods, oh no, he was struggling for air, he was breathing hard, as if he was about to weep. “P-please,” he gasped. “Pleasedo not — send me away, or my kin, for my failing.Ihave no intent,Ihad no intent, cannot bear to bring more shame, more harm, more blood and wrath and death,Iam —”

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