Page 94 of The Widow and the Orcs

“Keepbreathing, woman,”Killiksaid, low, as he slowly began sliding himself out again. “Followmy breaths.Drawup strength from my strongSkaiprick inside you.”

Oh, gods, he wantedLouisato draw strength fromthat.Andit was absurd, ridiculous, but somehow — somehow — she was doing it.FollowingKillik’sbreaths, feeling that power of him still inside her — and when she clamped tight, as if wanting to stop him from pulling out any further, he obliged, and waited.Waited, holding her gaze as he let her clutch him, feel him, pull that strength from him.

Andwhen her bound hand jerked another sign at him —keep going—Killikobliged with that, too.Slidingslow and careful back into her, breath by breath, and then waiting there, buried all the way, while she shuddered and grasped against him, drew up his air and his strength, the truth of his body within her, filling her, making her his, oh.

Ulfarrwas still watching it, the warm approval flashing in his eyes, as his hand kept strokingLouisa’sjiggling breasts.Allof it so strong, so painfully intimate, so close and raw it ached.Killik’sbreaths guiding,Ulfarr’shand caressing, asKillik’scock just kept on plundering, easing in and out, so slow and steady, and so thoroughly, desperately devastating.Sheneeded this so much, craved him so much, please…

AnddidKillikknow it, could he see it, just looking at her with those half-lidded eyes as he ground himself deeper, pressing, straining, gouging — but fuck, now he was groaning, stiffening, hissing hoarse and low.Andsuddenly she could feel his hot fluid flowing, flooding up into her, deeper and deeper, while he quaked and spasmed and crumpled inside her, oh gods, ohgods…

Andfor a breath, asLouisagasped and shuddered and took it, there was an unthinkable, appalling urge to — to weep.Toweep, and to spit out that dagger, so she could beg him to keep going, to give her more.Andmaybe even to ask if she’d proven it, if he would stay, he would forget the three nights.Orwas it just two now,no…

ButKillik’seyes had already dropped from hers, holding on the sight of their joined-together bodies.Onwhere he was now prodding in and out a little, giving a probing little circle inside her, making her gasp and twitch with every slight movement.

“Iken you could now try a turn,Wolf,” he said towardUlfarr, smooth and almost casual. “Sheis soft and wet, and there is not a trace of pain in her scent.”

Oh.Oh, sweet gods, he wouldn’t, they wouldn’t.Butsomething flared inUlfarr’seyes, something damnably like eagerness — and he reached up, and carefully plucked the dagger fromLouisa’smouth. “Isthis good for you also,Louisa?” he murmured, as he absently slid the dagger back intoKillik’stopknot. “Mightyou wish to try more?”

Louisa’sgroan choked out on its own, her head rapidly nodding. “Yes,” she gulped. “Yes,Ulfarr, please.”

Thewarmth and the approval flashed acrossUlfarr’seyes, his hand gently caressing her face.Andthen he reached down, loosened his belt, and drew out his huge, dripping cock.

Damn.Itlooked even more massive thanLouisaremembered, and he wanted to put it —there.Andgods, wait, was this even physically possible?Surelyit wasn’t, not even withKillikstill there inside her, and circling a little stronger, as if opening her up more, oh…

“Ach, she longs for this,Wolf,”Killikdrawled, his eyes glittering on her face. “Longsto prove she can handle the most powerful seat in my show.”

Louisagroaned again, and valiantly attempted a glare up toward him. “Andthen it’s your turn, you great snake,” she managed, through her shaky breaths. “We’llfinally get to see you impaled on your own damned dagger.”

Killik’sscoff was loud and instant, but there was no denying the sudden shudder of his cock inside her.Whilea low, husky groan rumbled fromUlfarrbeside him, and oh,Ulfarrwas stroking his own exposed length now, his hand sliding smooth and brazen, pumping out an ever-lengthening string of glossy white.Andhis eyes darting betweenKillikandLouisalooked hopeful, even reverent, as he leaned sideways, and drew in a long, deep breath againstKillik’shair.

Killikrolled his eyes back toward him, but he didn’t actually protest, and finally he began drawing out ofLouisa, away.Thefeeling so strong, so strange, and she gasped as he slipped free with a soft wet sound.Leavingher empty, and — andopen.Soopen, damn it, her body lax and slack and fully on display, withKillik’shot seed now seeping out from inside her…

KillikandUlfarrwere both looking, blatantly watching it, and oh,Killikeven grasped a familiar hand toUlfarr’sstraining shaft, drawing him closer towardLouisa, towardthere.Untilthat dripping-wet head just gently brushed against her, and bothLouisaandUlfarrgroaned at once, asKillikcoolly began stroking.Pumpingout more ofUlfarr’sseed onto her, into her, asUlfarrsettled a little closer, andLouisafelt the full dizzying breadth of his slick nudging cock, oh gods.

“Youare sure,Louisa?”Ulfarrmurmured, with a searching glance at her face. “Youyet wish for this?”

Eventhe question stirred something, flaring it stark inLouisa’schest.Hewas again asking, making sure it was her choice — and she was facing this, she was speaking truth, she was proving this.Hers.

“Gods, yes,” she gasped. “Please,Ulfarr.Please, give this to me.”

Butthere was no judgement inUlfarr’seyes, only relief, and hot hungry approval, and maybe another glimmer of that reverence. “Ishall be honoured to grant you this,Louisa,” he murmured, as he again reached up, and stroked her sweaty face. “Andyou shall again follow my pup’s good guidance amidst this, ach?Andspeak or sign to us of any pain?”

Louisa’snod was again rapid, fervent, and oh, the wayUlfarrkept looking at her, as his huge hardness nudged closer, deeper.Notpushing, not demanding, just letting her feel him there, feel the warmth and the power of him, that hot fluid still steadily pulsing out from inside him…

“Breathewith me, woman,” cameKillik’slow order, dartingLouisa’seyes back toward him. “Drawup fromWolf’sgreat strength within you.”

Right, that again, and yes, yes, she would.FeelUlfarr’sstrength, welcome him, draw from him, let him come a little closer, a little deeper…

“Good,”Killiksaid, his eyes glinting as they flicked downwards, and then back up again. “More.Breathe.In, and out.”

Hisshoulders purposefully rose and fell as he spoke, making it easy forLouisato follow, and she was suddenly, frantically grateful to him, nodding as she followed, in, and out.Andin, and out, again, and again, softening, opening, welcoming that prodding warmth, willing herself to let it in…

Shemoaned as it pressed a little harder, opening her wider, butKillikwas still here, still holding her eyes, still breathing in and out. “Good,” he said again. “Hefeels good, ach?”

Louisajerked another nod, her eyes darting toUlfarr’sflushed, reverent face.Becauseyes, yes, he always felt so good, always — but somehow, doing this here like this together, whileKillikwatched, it was more than just pleasure.Itwas something even deeper, raw and rippling and… right.Shewas safe.Shewas alive.Shewas whole.

Shewas theirs, and they were hers.

Andwith another desperate, dragging breath,Louisabore down, and… welcomed it.Welcomedthe full, impossible girth of that gently prodding head, the slow inexorable stretch of it, opening her wider and wider around it.Untilshe was taut and straining, quivering and gasping at the shocking tightness of it, the whispering promise of pain — but oh, a cool touch of fingers to her cheek, tilting her head, drawing her eyes back to his face.Killik’sface,Killik’sglittering eyes,Killik’ssteady, deliberate breaths.

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