Page 37 of The Widow and the Orcs

Shebelatedly grimaced, recalling howLordScallhad raged against the province’s hidden orc camps.Howhe would seek to hunt them out like fox-holes, and then come home covered in fresh blood.Butno, no,LordScallwas dead, dead…

“Ach, many camps were taken,”Ulfarrreplied, his voice rough, his exhale fluttering at her hair. “Butthree now yet remain, all to the west and south of the mountain.Wehave long wished for one to the north, and now” — his hand spasmed, just below her collarbone — “you have granted us this,Louisa.Thisis… a great kindness.”

Oh.Louisa’sskin was prickling, her body sinking deeper into his touch. “I’m— glad to help,” she said, and then gasped as his warm hand stroked lower.Skimmingover her soft breast, the rough skin of his thumb brushing her nipple, sending out sparks of heat and hunger all around it…

“Ach, she likes that,”Killik’svoice cut in, his eyes glittering. “More,Wolf.Bothhands.Gently.”

Ulfarrnodded, darting a grateful glance towardKillik, and then he slipped his other hand up, too.Bothhands cupping and cradlingLouisa’sbreasts at once, now, and oh, it felt so good, arching her against his solid strength…

“Good,”Killikmurmured, his dagger circling, saying,keep going. “Iken she wishes for more,Wolf.Oneof your hands down her front, mayhap.”

Yes, please, andLouisacouldn’t stop her full-body shudder, her pleading look up atUlfarr’seyes.Andthat was a low, heated groan in his throat as he nodded, and slipped a hand downwards.Hisfingers spreading over her belly, gently smoothing lower.Easingslow but certain toward whereLouisamost wanted it, craved it…

“Oughtto make her more comfortable,Iken,”Killikpurred, his smug smile quirking at his lips. “Turnher to face me, mayhap, so she can lie back against you.”

Therewas no thought of refusing, no resisting.Justfollowing the purposeful movement ofKillik’sdagger, the careful guidance ofUlfarr’sstrong hands.TurningLouisaso she was facingKillik, her back flat againstUlfarr’schest, her bare arse jutted against his groin, which — she shivered all over — felt distinctly more prominent than before.WhileKillikappeared entirely unaffected, looking them both up and down, and then leaning forward, and tappingLouisa’sknee with his dagger.

“Openwider,” he ordered. “Somy wolf can touch you, and learn you.”

Andoh, this wasn’t happening,Louisawasn’t doing this, nodding, shifting, obeying.AndUlfarrwas even helping, lifting her lower body with astonishing ease, so she could settle lower between his big crossed legs, and… spread her knees wide over his.

Itwas a shocking, thoroughly compromising position, withLouisa’sbody now fully, blatantly on display — not forUlfarr, but forKillik.ForwhereKillikwas still sitting over them both, his eyes cool and assessing, lingering for far too long on the sight he’d exposed betweenLouisa’sspread legs, oh hell.

“Good,” he said, husky. “Nowtouch her there,Wolf.Clawsin.Gentle.”

Louisacould feelUlfarr’snod, his shaky exhale, the tremble of his fingers against her thigh.Butyes, yes, he was doing it, his warm hand slipping down further, closer…

Louisagasped as it skimmed between her spread thighs, just brushing against her — butKillik’sdagger was still circling, his eyes alight.WatchingasUlfarr’shand lingered, skating over whereLouisaalready felt swollen and hot, quivering against his gently stroking fingers.Buthe just kept touching, slipping up and down against her clutching wetness, flaring out bright spikes of sensation with every juddering breath…

“Howis she,” cameKillik’svoice, as his eyes flicked betweenUlfarr’sface, andUlfarr’shand between her legs. “Isshe wet and hungry for you?Enoughto touch inside?”

Ulfarr’sshudder wrenched through them both, his fingers skittering againstLouisa’sslick, pulsing heat. “A-ach,” he croaked. “Verymuch.”

Louisa’sface burned, her leg reflexively drawing in — butUlfarr’sgentle hand held it there, making her obey, showing her off forKillik, oh gods.Showinghow his finger could slide up and down, lingering against where she was brazenly grasping at him, welcoming this, wanting this…

“Good,”Killiksaid, husky. “Onefinger, then, to start.”

Tostart.Louisa’sgroan escaped on its own, her body desperately trembling against where that thick gentle finger was again… obeying.Nudgingcloser, firmer, carefully seeking its way… and then pressing, slow.Sinkingits way inside her, filling her breath by breath, whileKillikwatched, judged, with such cool, approving eyes…

“Deeper,” he ordered. “Allthe way.”

Ohgods, oh please,Ulfarrwas doing it, sinking further and further, that one finger feeling far too large, too powerful, please.AndLouisachoked as she felt the last of it, his warm hand pressing close against the curve of her, his finger buried fully inside.

“Good, woman?”Killikasked her, brows raised, and somehowLouisanodded, shivering againstUlfarr’sstrength behind her.TowhichKilliksmiled, dark and dangerous, as he kicked his foot atUlfarr’sother hand, still gripped againstLouisa’sthigh. “Nowuse this hand upon her, too.Mayhapshe can show you how it could best bring her pleasure.”

Louisawas scarcely following, barely breathing, but that big hand skittered toward hers, again seeking to oblige, to obey.Wantingher to show him what felt best, and it was just this, just his warm fingers gently grinding against the top of her opened crease, while his other hand kept pressing below, that finger still buried inside.

“Onlythus?”Ulfarrmurmured, soft in her ear, andLouisafervently nodded, her breaths heavy and gasping as her body trembled and circled, pressing into his safety, his touch, his everything…

“Sogood,” she choked, tight in her throat. “Youfeel sogood, sweetheart.”

Ulfarr’sbreath caught, in something that felt like disbelief, or maybe a shocked little laugh — while before them,Killiksmiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Good,” he said. “Nowgive her more,Wolf.Wishto see her full of you.Writhingand whimpering upon you.”

Hisvoice lowered as he spoke, his eyes hooded and hot, and bothLouisaandUlfarrshivered asUlfarrdrew in a deep breath, and again… obeyed.Gentlydrawing his first finger out, and then nudging a second one in alongside it.Easingit in slow and careful, stretchingLouisawider and wider upon it, filling her full of him, please…

“Good,”Killiksaid again, his voice hitching. “More.”

More?Oh, it was already so much, so full, everywhere, inside and outside, andUlfarrhesitated again, too — butKillik’slaugh was low and scornful, his tongue dragging against his lips. “Iwatched you swallow hisrassjawhole, woman,” he drawled. “Iken you can bear three fingers for us, ach?Breathe, andopen.”

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