But Ella didn’t even blink, not at that, or his narrow-eyed frown down at her, or the way he was holding her head still, sliding himself back inside, bearing down deeper into her throat. Nearly enough to make her gag on him, but Ella didn’t care about that either, because it only brought out more of his thick sweetness, swarming succulent in her mouth.
She couldn’t stop a helpless moan as she swallowed, and damn Natt but he saw it, heknew, and now he was speeding up, driving that thick length in and out and in again. Slicker and sloppier now, bringing out noises from Ella’s mouth that should have been humiliating, but were now equal parts arousing and enraging, howdarethis orc take his pleasure with her after what he’d done, after everything else he’d taken from her —
She shoved him away, hard, his cock bobbing out of her lips, stretching a string of gleaming white from her mouth — and in an instant his big body had gone utterly still, but for those claws, flexing sharp against her cheekbone. Stopping again, and Ella stared back, blinking, breathing hard — he couldn’tstop— and she grasped at his immobile hips, dragged at them, needed more,please—
“Don’t stop,” she gasped toward him. “Please, Natt. I want this from you. I’ve been waiting for solong.”
Those black eyes blinked, astonishment warring with something not unlike rage — and suddenly there was a breathtaking flurry of movement, Ella’s whole body spinning around, Natt’s hands tight against her waist. And when the world came right side up again, it was with Ella kneeling on the couch, facing toward the window, with a furious orc standing behind her, and yanking her hideous dress off over her head, and then doing the same with the shift, and even her stockings and her boots, hurling it all to the floor beneath them.
It left Ella entirely bare to the room, she was naked with anorc— but he was touching her, caressing her, running his big hands down her sides like he owned her. AndgodsElla craved this, craved more, even as she glared over her shoulder at him, and he glared back, shoved her down, bending her double, oh —
“You lie, woman,” Natt said, his voice hard, accusing, as those strong hands went to her arse, tilted her up, opened her wide. “You have not waited for this. You did notwishfor me to stay, and whelp my sons upon you.”
Oh gods, oh fuck, because that —that— was his cock. Slick and smooth and powerful, touching justthere, against Ella’s quivering, swollen wetness. Feeling like honesty long lost, like deliverance, and Ella let herself feel it, touch it, accept it. Let the truth flare up, and finally force its way free.
“I wanted it,” she gasped. “Gods, yes, I wantedyou. And you never evenasked. Never gave me a chance to say yes. You justdisappeared.”
There was another hard growl, burning from his throat, and she could feel that tapered head nudging just slightly deeper, delving itself further inside. “You said, just this night, that you should not have wanted me,” he hissed back. “You did not care for me, as I cared for you.”
Gods, he was huge, and he felt so damngood, and Ella squeezed her eyes shut, willed herself to open, to breathe. “You really think I didn’tcareabout you?” she heard herself say, her voice coming out far too high-pitched. “Did you nevernoticethat I spent nearly every free moment traipsing about the forest with you, for years on end? Do you think my life has beenbetter, these past nine years, without you?!”
The head of him had to be almost all the way inside now, breaching Ella, splitting her wide open upon it. And her own body was clenching and gripping against it, both resisting and welcoming it, and she could hear his breath behind her, coming out harsh as he bore down deeper, cleaving her wider…
“It is what you wished for,” his hard voice said behind her. “Youjustspoke this to me, woman. You wish to wed this man. You wish to be a fine lady. You wish tomatter. Orcs like me do not matter, to selfish little humans like you.”
There was a funny tilt to his voice at the end, a very slight thrust of that invading hardness further inside her. Enough to bring a gasp of shock to Ella’s mouth, and more chaos to her already-screaming thoughts. He was speaking truth, but he wasn’t, he was missing it, losing it, forgetting —
“You mattered, Natt,” she heard her choked voice say. “And I would have come with you. I’d have given upeverything. If you’d just —asked.”
There was only silence behind her, stilted and empty, and somehow, without at all meaning to, Ella was weeping. Sobbing into the back of this ancient couch, her shoulders shaking, her whole body trembling, its only remaining strength the thick heft of that invading orc-prick, still speaking its own truth inside her.
But then that was gone too, drawn swiftly out and away, leaving her abandoned and empty. Andwhywould he do that, after everything else he had done, and Ella whirled around toward him, to where his face was stricken and staring and shadowed in the stark moonlight.
“Ach,” he said, his big hand coming to rub at his mouth, and his eyes squeezed shut, his head giving a hard shake. “I have — I ought — I ought not —”
He didn’t finish, his head still shaking, and as Ella stared, his big body took a swift, purposeful step backward. Toward the door, away, and he wouldn’t, he couldn’t, no, not now, not when he’d finally come back, and she needed him so desperately —
Ella leapt up and yanked at him again, grasping at his broad shoulders, dragging him back toward the couch. And he didn’t resist, thank the gods, just sank his big body heavily down onto it, blinking up at her with dazed, regretful eyes.
And now it was Ella’s turn to straddle him, to spread her naked body over his hips, to hold his face in her hands. And there were no words, suddenly, and perhaps no need of them, as she reached downwards, found that thick hardness, and guided its smooth head back up toward her, settling it deep against her swollen, hungry heat.
Natt let out a harsh, guttural growl at the contact, his hands coming to slide against her hips, her waist. And now up to her bare breasts, smoothing soft and reverent against them, brushing a peaked nipple with the slightest trace of his claw.
Ella was gasping too, lowering her weight just slightly down against that slick hardness, feeling it once again delving inside her. But it was still so huge, impossibly so, there was no way she could actually manage to do this, and she felt the sobs lurking up again, too close. He was here now, she had him now, but she didn’t, what if she couldn’t, what if he still just gave up andleft—
But now those warm hands were back on her face, tilting it up. Making her look at him again, at his own strangely bright eyes, at his slightly trembling bottom lip. “Ach, lass,” he whispered, his voice wavering. “You must breathe, and be soft, for me. We shall have this, now.”
Now. Ella gulped for air, for the truth of that in his eyes, and felt herself nodding, her body sagging slightly against him. Earning her the barest glimpse of white teeth, and then — oh gods — he leaned in, and pressed one of those soft, slick, filthy kisses to her open, gasping mouth.
Ella’s hands had fluttered down to his broad shoulders with the movement, her mouth suddenly desperate and craving against his, but he kept it easy, warm, succulent. His tongue twining gentle into her mouth, teasing her lips apart, coaxing her to reciprocate, to welcome his sweet, inexorable invasion.
“Yes,” he whispered, once he’d pulled slightly away, and given a slow, sensuous lick of his lips. “This is how it shall be. You shall again be soft and open, and welcome me inside you.”
The warmth raced down Ella’s spine, deep to the core of her, which was still being invaded by just the head of that hard, slick orc-prick. And just like before, when he’d done this with his mouth, with his fingers his tongue, she thought of softness, of openness, of welcoming him, Natt, where he should have been all this time. Where he belonged.
“Yes, lass,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to the sight of his swollen cock, jutted just slightly up between Ella’s spread legs. “Kiss me with your lips. Taste my seed. Feel how I long to fill you.”
Ella felt herself moan at the words, at the feel of it, the truth of it. Her body kissing this driving hardness, tasting it, clenching and flaring against it. Feeling how it longed to be inside, how it was swelling and vibrating back against her, whispering its pleasure, its heat, its hunger.
