Unmistakable sounds.
The first couple we passed were bent over one of the rearmost benches. I couldn’t tell who they were—I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know—but she was making breathless yipping sorts of noises as her partner drove into her. Another few steps, and we passed another couple pressed up against one of the pillars, the male grunting with each thrust.
Unable to believe what I was seeing, I realized I’d lifted my head and twisted about to stare at them over Kragorn’s shoulder. His hand caressed my arse.
“See, my little human? Our people celebrate with us tonight.”
Our people.
“To Kragorn!” someone called drunkenly. “Show her how a warrior fucks!”
“Let’s hope his spear is straight and true!” another hollered.
“Aye!” a woman called out. “’Tis a shame when a warrior’s staff goes limp in the middle of battle!” And there was the sound of raucous laughter and more lewd suggestions.
There were many who were watchingus, but fewer than I had feared. And those who weren’t watching us were focused on each other—many of the males had women in their laps, and there were plenty who were engaged in their own public displays of…of fooking.
The realization was…exhilaratingsomehow, and my fear melted away as my arousal—arousal caused by the grunts and sighs and the slap of flesh against flesh—grew.
“Here, love,” Kragorn murmured, settling down onto his chair and arranging me on his lap so I straddled his legs. “This way ye can control the pace.”
His fur cloak was spread across my shoulders, blocking the sight of my nudity—and with me sitting in his lap, most of his as well. I knew I was breathing too quickly, but ‘twas not because of fear.
I was going to fook him in public, just as everyone else was doing. And the thought was surprisingly arousing.
Empowering.
“Lillian.” He took my chin in his hand as the other dropped to my hip. “Keep yer eyes on me. Everything will be well, I swear it.”
“I trust ye,” I breathed, and lifted myself up on my knees so he could position the tip of his cock at my entrance. “I want this. I wantyou.”
Something like awe transformed his ruined face.
“My courageous Mate,” I whispered, and I began to lower myself.
As his thickness stretched me, I couldn’t hide my wince, and his fingers moved down my throat to my breasts. His touches were light, meant to drive me mad, as I took another inch of him, his ridges providing delicious friction across folds already swollen and wet from my earlier release.
“Ye’re doing so well.”
His hands wereeverywhere, across my skin, my thighs, my back under the cloak. Kragorn didn’t seem at all concerned for his own pleasure; his focus was on me.
“I ken ye can do this, my brave Mate. Slowly, dinnae forget to breathe.”
Ihadbeen holding my breath, and now I matched my inhales to his slow ones and realized that the stretch became a little more bearable. His hand dropped to my clit, which was on display between us, and when he brushed a callused thumb across it, another burst of slickness covered his cock.
With a gasp, I slid the last few inches, each ridge teasing me. And as I settled atop him, the promised orgasm burst over me. ‘Twas so unexpected, I threw my head back with a strangled cry, body jerking as my inner muscles spasmed around his cock.
Dimly, I heard the cheers and calls of our audience, but they mattered naught to me. I was focused on Kragorn and the pleasure he was bringing me.
When, panting, I dragged my eyes wide open, ‘twas to see him grinning at me proudly.
“Ye did it love,” he murmured, running his hands up and down my back. “I’m so proud of ye.”
But we weren’t done yet, were we? My hands went to his shoulders, bracing myself. “I want all of you, Kragorn. Claim me.”
‘Twas his turn to groan as he clamped his hands around my waist.
“Mine,” he growled, and I grinned in return, lifting myself slightly off his lap, so his cock slid a few inches from my cunny.
