“Yes,” Natt said again, one hand still on her face, one now spreading wide and familiar against her bare hip. “Kiss it. Taste it. See how it easy it is. How it is made to fill you.”
And Ella could see that, could feel that. How it was so slick and smooth and tapered, made to spread her apart, and seek its way inside. How even now it was sinking slightly deeper, breath by breath, her body still open, still kissing, welcoming its strange powerful fullness, deeper and deeper inside her.
“Good lass,” Natt gasped, his eyes still intent on the sight, on his ramrod cock, halfway buried between Ella’s legs. “Feel me inside you. Feel how my prick longsto surge my seed deep within you. Learn what it is” — his chest heaved, his eyes fluttering — “to offer your maidenhead to one who could have taken it, but did not.”
Who could have taken it. Either now, perhaps, or previously, before Ella had been of age, and fully capable of understanding what it meant. And that was something too, that had been intended as a kindness, from an orc who was savage, wicked, deadly, who hadkidnappedher…
But the thought vanished as swiftly as it came, as he sank deeper inside her, tight and hot and close, but still bringing no pain. Working with her body, rather than against it, and this too was a gift from this orc, fromherorc, and Ella dragged in a breath, settled herself deeper, felt him shudder and gasp in return.
“Ach, you shall do this,” Natt said, husky and breathless, his eyes flicking back up to hers again, holding them intent and powerful. “You will take me, you will welcome me, you will seat your untouched womb full upon my orc-prick without a single drop of blood. You kept your maidenhead for me, now I keep it for you, now I will feed you and fill you andfloodyou with my seed —”
And that was it, yes that was it, this orc’s filthy words with the filthy driving kiss of his cock, and Ella could feel him finally sinking all the way home, her groin pressed flat and flush against his. And it was so tight, so full and raw and strange, and when Ella’s stretched-out body clenched, it was against a solid driving heat that — she gasped aloud — actually flared back against her, speaking silent and true and wonderful, inside her veryskin.
“Oh,” she choked, as her body reflexively clenched again, seemingly on its own — and again Natt’s body spoke back, vibrating hard and full inside her. Bringing a helpless moan to Ella’s mouth this time, and a hint of a sharp-toothed smile to his.
“Learn me, lass,” he breathed. “Taste me. Milk the seed from me, and make it your own.”
Gods, this orc, because Ella was already doing it, her hungry wet heat was doing it, twitching and throbbing against him, all around him. Feeling him speaking back, feeling the size and power of him buried so deep inside her, and if she were to settle just a bit closer, tilt the angle of her hips —
“Oh,” she gasped again, even as he groaned too, black eyelashes fluttering. Meaning he liked that, and she liked that, so she did it again. And this time he met her in it, his hips tilting against hers, angling himself slightly deeper inside. And fuck that was good, so good, so she did it again, again, again —
Natt met her every movement, gentle but purposeful, and there was the realization that he was letting her take the lead, feel her way. Not pushing, only meeting, using his body to guide to show to give, and that was so like him, speaking with his touch, his hands, his eyes.
And his eyes on her now were intent, watchful, reverent. Like there was nothing in the world but her, but this moment, Ella firmly impaled on his lap, riding his swollen cock, skewering her maidenhead upon it. Giving this, taking this, her back arching her mouth gasping, her body grinding harder deeper closer. A huge orc-prick inside her, Natt inside her, flaring and swelling and stretching her around him, he would give her his seed, he would give her life, she would have this she would havehim, now —
His answering shout felt like it shook the room, his hips driving up, his strong hands holding Ella down — and that strength deep inside her gave one final sinking gouge, and then fired. Spraying out inside her with such force that Ella could feel it, spurting in pulse after pulse, drenching her all through with the strength of his promise.
It was a power unlike anything Ella had ever felt before, it was life and colour and madness. It was actual orc-seed within her, already spilling out between her legs, bathing them both in its truth.
And the orc who’d put it there, Natt,hers, had sagged back hard against the couch. Every taut corded muscle seeming to relax all at once, even the one still trapped deep and secret inside her.
“Ach,” he breathed, his hands come to press against his eyes, and for an instant there was a surge of unease, spiking under Ella’s skin — but then those hands were here, sliding back against her, dragging her down to lie flush against his sweaty, heaving chest.
“Are you all right?” Ella heard herself ask into his neck, her voice oddly tentative — but in reply those big arms only circled tighter around her, fingers spreading wide.
“Ach, lass,” he said, warm and perhaps almost amused. “How could I not be all right. I have finally had my own fair, sweet, lovely woman. I have claimed your maidenhead for my own. I have honoured your pledge, and struck great vengeance upon my enemies. I have made you fullymine.”
There was an unmistakable triumph in the words, rising as he spoke, and Ella pulled back to blink at him, to find those eyes looking at her. Looking warm, tolerant, undeniably affectionate, as his mouth tugged up into a slow, breathtaking smile.
“I am most pleased with you, lass,” he murmured. “It is not always so easy to learn to ride an orc’s prick. I shall take great joy in showing you all the pleasure you may have upon it.”
But those words were dragging at her, suddenly, pulling taut in the wrong directions, and Ella felt the pleasure slowly ebbing away, pooling into darkness. It is not always so easy. I have claimed your maidenhead. I have struck great vengeance upon my enemies…
His enemy. Alfred. Ella’sbetrothed.
The panic screeched and soared all at once, driving deep into Ella’s bones, and she gaped at Natt — at the orc — beneath her. The orc inside her, she’d just given her maidenhead to anorc, who’d kidnapped her, she was supposed to marry alord—
She scrabbled backwards, kicking and shoving at him, but she was still trapped on him, he was stillinside her— until those big hands carefully came to her waist, and lifted her off. Easing his huge heft out of her with a humiliating squelching noise, and Ella fought to ignore the sudden chilly emptiness as she lurched away, and onto her shaky feet —
But then, something seemed to catch and heave, deep and secret inside her. And before Ella could follow, think, hide — there was aflood. A flood of thick, hot white orc-seed, surging out from deep between her legs. Spraying down her thighs in thick rivulets, spattering onto the floor and the couch, and even ontoNatt. Natt, who was still sitting sprawled on the couch, his eyes dazed and blinking, his huge wet orc-prick still jutting out straight toward her —
The entire scene was shocking, utterlyoutrageous, but Ella’s thudding, twisting thoughts were somehow caught on Natt, on his pliant muscled body, on that stunned, debauched look in his eyes. And there was a sudden, almost overpowering urge to move closer toward him, to let him look his fill at what he’d done. Perhaps, even, to put her hand to her thigh, and slide that sticky white heat all over her skin, while he watched like this, with those blinking, dazed black eyes —
No. No. He was anorc, Ella wasbetrothed, she was supposed to make a good marriage, honour her family, and do this with Alfred, Alfred,Alfred—
Ella’s sticky, messy body stumbled backwards, her hands fluttering up to press hard and painful against her eyes. What had she done. Gods, what the hell had she done.
Far too late she groped at the floor, for clothes, for covering. But there was only her shift, and the hideous dress — and after an instant’s blinking she grasped for the dress, and frantically wiped it at her skin. Mopping up the mess, there was so much of it, how was that evenpossible—
