Page 86 of The Widow and the Orcs

“Backto that tree,Wolf,”Killikhissed, nodding toward a large nearby pine, as he tugged the chain free fromUlfarr’swaist, and gave it an experimental little snap toward the earth. “Armsup.”

Louisa’sheart was still thundering, her breaths heaving, the disbelief still echoing through her skull — they were really, really doing this? — andKillikdarted a look toward her, his brows raised. “Timefor another lesson, woman,” he said. “Come.Holdhim.”

What?Itwas laughable thatLouisacould holdUlfarranywhere — but oh,Ulfarrwasn’t even slightly resisting asKillikshoved him up against the tree, that gleaming dagger still kissing at his throat.AndUlfarr’seyes flicked towardLouisatoo, warm and wicked and eager, and for an instant, there was his voice, from just a moment ago…

Thishas been a great help to me also, and brought me this same… healing.

SoLouisalurched forward, nodding, and whenKillikwaved his dagger atUlfarr’sarms, she willingly grasped them, and shoved them up over his head.Holdinghim there, holding all this quivering power beneath her fingers, whileKillikswung the chain around the tree, and then yanked it tight againstUlfarr’sbare, heaving chest.AndasLouisablinked at it, the belated understanding crashed all through her at once, because of course this chain — the oneUlfarralways wore for a belt — was meant for this, too.

“Thisone is far better suited for him, you ken,”Killikcoolly told her, as he grasped at the chain’s locking mechanism, and yanked it tight againstUlfarr’ssternum. “Hehas not escaped it yet.”

Louisashot a heated glance up atUlfarr’sface, at where his eyes already looked hazy, his tongue brushing his lips. “Yet,” he drawled back atKillik. “Someday, pup.”

Itfelt too affectionate to be a threat, and thoughKillikrolled his eyes,Louisadidn’t miss that telltale flush creeping up his neck. “Ach, but who is trussed to a tree now?” he demanded, as he lightly touched his dagger toUlfarr’sbound chest. “Andwho is now going to dance and squeal for us, just as the captured prey he is?”

Ulfarr’seyelids lowered, his lips parted, his attention fully fixed on whereKillikwas slowly drawing his dagger’s gleaming blade lower, and lower, and lower.DownoverUlfarr’snavel, his hairy lower belly, and then —Louisa’sbreath choked — slipping slow and deliberate down into his still-tiedtrousers.Andgood gods,Killikcouldn’t even see what he was doing, what if he —

Thetrousers sagged downwards, falling slack and loose aroundUlfarr’ships, because — oh.Killikhad cut the string that had been tying them up.Andnow — nowLouisacould seeUlfarr’shuge swollen length, jutting up above the sagging fabric…

“Striphim, woman,”Killikordered, with a twitch of his dagger toward her. “Showme whatIhave caught, this morn.”

Louisa’sglance up atUlfarrfound him watching her, that warmth again shimmering in his eyes.Wantingthis just as much as she did, and she nodded as her shaky hands reached, and obliged.Shovingthe trousers downward, offUlfarr’ships, so his swollen cock behind them could bob free, jutting out huge and obscene toward them.

Louisaswallowed hard, blinking at the sight, because — damn.Itwas impossible, it was gigantic, and it was — it washealed.Thescars were still there, yes, marked thick and messy all over him — but they were all shiny and faded, with no visible redness, no blood.Leavingit to do this, to look like this, like a gods-damned tree-branch growing out of him, leaking its sweet sap from the tip.

“Ach, just thus,”Killikmurmured, husky, his eyes hooded on the sight. “Touchit for me, woman.”

Louisabarely bit back her groan, but nodded again, metUlfarr’shungry, waiting eyes.Andthen slipped her hand toward that huge jutting cock, gently trailing her fingers down the velvety-smooth length of it, felt it bob and quiver at her touch, oh.

“Good,”Killikmurmured, his eyes glinting, his dagger making thatkeep-goingmotion. “More, woman.Showit off for me.”

Ulfarrshuddered at the order, his eyes fluttering — soLouisadrew in a shaky breath, and again… obeyed.Slowlycircling her hand around that thick shaft, stroking it, sliding up.Feelingit swell even fuller, oh hell, pumping out a little spurt of white from the tip, asUlfarr’schained body spasmed and groaned.

“Good,”Killiksaid again, husky, still circling his dagger. “More.Giveme a good show.Makemy prey dance for me.”

Louisarolled her eyes atKillik, even as she gave a choked chuckle, and kept going.Strokingup and downUlfarr’smassive length, milking out more soft spurts of that white seed.Andthen bringing over her other hand, too, caressing those heavy hairy bollocks, showing them off forKillik, too.Whileagainst the tree,Ulfarrkept shivering and gasping, his hips now gently pumping into the steady strokes of her hands.

“More, woman,” cameKillik’simplacable voice. “Speakto him, also.Tellhim how pretty he is, with his fatSkaiprick.”

Louisagulped and nodded, her gaze flicking between the sight atUlfarr’sgroin, and his hungry, glittering eyes. “You’reso — handsome, sweetheart,” she breathed. “Withyour — your fatSkaiprick.Withhow sweet and smooth and gorgeous it is, with all these impressive scars all over it.Showinghow much of a warrior you are.Howstrong you are.”

Ulfarr’sgroan was long and sustained, his eyes glinting onLouisa’sface, so she kept stroking him, flaunting him, praising him. “Feelsso good to touch,” she murmured. “Sohot and lovely and alive.Justlike you, sweetheart, andIcould never get tired of touching you, looking at you, being with you —”

Butwait, wait, that was dangerous ground, dragging another low moan fromUlfarr’sthroat, andLouisashot a helpless, apologetic glance atKillik, at his unreadable watching eyes. “Ach,Wolf, she cannot get enoughSkaiprick,”Killikdrawled, with just a faint edge on his voice. “Youought to have seen her last eve, when she begged and squealed andspurtedupon my strong ploughing.”

Louisagrimaced, darted an uncertain look up atUlfarr’sface — but oh, gods, his warm eyes just glanced eagerly between them, his shaft swelling even fuller inLouisa’shand. “Ach, it was enough to only read her letter of this,” he gasped back, between heavy breaths. “Thismust have been a stunning sight.Andthis must have felt so good for you also, pup.Sohot and tight and wet, all around you.”

Killikshrugged, though his eyes were hooded again, his finger drawing down the length of his dagger. “Notas wet as she is now,Iken,” he replied coolly, “afterIflooded her twice last eve.Itshall take herdaysto dry up from me,Iken.”

Louisastared and sputtered atKillik, but he ignored her, and gave a purposeful wave of his dagger towardUlfarr. “Mayhapyou ought to test this,Wolf,” he said. “Undressher for us, so we can judge.”

Andoh,Ulfarr’swarm hand was already here, catching onLouisa’ship over her dress.BecauseKillikhadn’t actually bound upUlfarr’shands, he’d only bound his chest — andUlfarrwillingly drewLouisacloser, his heavy eyes searching hers. “Ishould be honoured,Louisa,” he breathed. “Butonly should you wish.”

Butof courseLouisawished, and she rapidly nodded, her tongue brushing her lips.Andshe even pressed into his touch, into the shivery feeling of his big hands as they unfastened her belt, and then moved to the dress’ front buttons.Undoingthem one by one, and then drawing the dress apart, exposing her front to the air, to the bright morning light.Andalso exposing — she cringed as she glanced downwards — her new loincloth, too.

ButUlfarronly groaned again as he looked at it, his eyes fluttering, his hand spreading warm and possessive over her almost-bare hip. “Shehas again dressed inSkaigarb for us, pup,” he said, husky, as his other hand gently guided her around to faceKillik. “Pretty, ach?”

Killikdidn’t reply, his lips pursing as his eyes flicked up and downLouisa’sbared front.Buthe’d circled his dagger again, atUlfarrthis time, and oh, it meantUlfarr’shand was already slipping downwards, sliding beneath the loincloth.Touchingand stroking so slowly, so softly, his warm fingertips seeking into the wet heat of her crease, and then easing further, deeper between her thighs…

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