He hesitated there, waiting, perhaps again giving Ella room to refuse, to run — but she felt herself nod, and thrust her arms up over her head. Again giving him permission to take this, to do this, please — and he did, giving a low, husky growl as he yanked the shift off over her head, leaving her entirely naked and exposed in the foreign darkness.
But Ella was proving this to him, and his big hand was already stroking down her front again, sliding smooth and wide and hungry. Almost as if he were discovering this again, learning her again, and her frantic, exhausted, traitorous body could only seem to welcome that, to perhaps even revel in it. Gasping and twitching on its own accord, leaning into every tantalizing touch of that warm sliding hand, feeling her skin flare and prickle as it passed.
And when that hand finally nudged between her already-trembling thighs, Ella took a shaky breath, and spread her legs wide. Welcoming him between them, perhaps even begging him to seek between them — and she moaned aloud as he did, as that hand slid slow and purposeful over the curve of her, cupping close and hungry and hot.
“In my mountain,” he said, husky in her ear, “this shall bemine, to do with as I wish. To open and use as I wish.”
And oh, he was already doing it. Those strong fingers sliding against her swollen lips, and then carefully, gently pulling them apart. Just enough that he could nudge a finger between them, sinking slightly inside — and Ella bucked and moaned, oh fuck it felt good, as he slipped in deeper, harder, fuller.
“See how you are yet wet with my seed,” he whispered. “Feel how your womb longs to drink yet more. Feel this, lass, and know” — he gave a low growl, and Ella felt a second finger slip inside, stretching her around it — “that in my mountain, this womb shall never run dry. It shall be filled to dripping each day with my fresh strong seed, and it shall coat your pretty thighs with my scent as you walk before my brothers.”
Ella should have been repulsed, appalled, afraid — but instead she was gasping and writhing beneath him, her hands clutching at his hot, smooth skin. Dragging him sideways over her, desperately needing him nearer, and he gave a deep, rolling groan as he obliged, his body heavy and close and powerful, his fingers still playing with astonishing familiarity between her spread legs.
“And you shall speak to me,” he breathed, his breath close and hot, his braid tickling against her cheek. “You shall use your words, to tell me what you wish for.Now.”
And perhaps it was the tiredness, or the darkness, or the mouthwatering musky scent of him, so close. Or, perhaps, even the surprising, unnerving relief of being half-pinned,safe, beneath a huge orc’s warm weight. But whatever it was, Ella drew in breath, turned toward where she knew his face to be, and just — spoke.
“I want you, Natt,” she whispered. “I want you to kiss me, and — and —takeme. Like you did before.”
The words were utter humiliation, burning at her cheeks, but she didn’t take them back, and instead gulped in air, and waited. And waited, until there was the feel of Natt’s hand on her cheek, clawed fingers spreading wide — and then, in a breath, he kissed her.
It was a firing cascading stream of heat, of hunger and power and pleasure. Natt’s mouth on hers, his slick tongue twining inside, and he tasted divine, feltglorious, his big body heavy and hot and everywhere, all over her, filling her thoughts her mouth her breath. And now — Ella arched and gasped against his lips — that slick hot hardness wasthere, nudging between her spread legs, delving smooth, strong, inexorable against her raging clenching heat.
Natt abruptly broke the kiss, and there was again the feel of his big hand, clenching on her face. “Are you sure of this, lass,” he said, voice hoarse. “You are yet new to my prick, I do not yet wish to draw your blood —”
But Ella only dragged his head back down, and her other hand reached down to clasp at his round muscled arse, drawing it closer. And there was a fierce, guttural groan from his lips, crushing hard against hers, while between her legs that hot, swollen cock began to press forward, plunging slow and strong into her swollen, inflamed wetness.
It felt easier than last time, smoother, with less resistance — but it was still a full-scale invasion, a splitting apart at the core of Ella’s body, of her entire being. Taking her, filling her, breath by agonizing breath, his tapered hardness so warm and strong and alive, twitching and flaring inside her skin…
Natt again broke their kiss, this time to haul in huge, choking breaths, his chest heaving hard against hers. “Mine,” he gasped, and in reply Ella felt her whole body arch and flare against him, around him, her legs spread as wide as they could go. Willing him deeper, and he was, hedid, his hips bearing down stronger, his cock slowly but surely sinking its way inside —
“Ach,” he gasped, “ach, lass, yes, kiss me, learn me, suck me in, drink me up. And I shall give you my seed, I shall flood you to bursting with me, until you are dripping with me, andbeggingme for more —“
Gods, he was truly saying these shocking things, but Ella only gasped in reply, dragging him yet deeper, craving and writhing and moaning beneath him. And here was his mouth again, his tongue swirling strong and demanding against hers, his cock just as powerful deep below.
And with one final, thrilling drive of his hips, he was there. Buried to the hilt, with Ella helpless and spread-eagled and trembling, impaled on the huge hungry heft of him.
“Oh,” she gasped, rocking up against it, feeling it, tight and close and driving and utterly, shockinglymagnificent. “Oh gods Natt, don’t stop, oh gods, please please please —”
He didn’t stop, he was rocking back against her, meeting her hips, pinning her hard to the softness beneath her with his full weight. His throat letting out a heated, sustained growl, his face buried into the curve of her neck, his warm mouth suckling against her skin, his teeth nipping sharp and close. His big body suddenly almost overwhelmingly strong and deadly, covering her trapping her blocking out everything all around, until here was nothing left. Only an orc taking her, his muscled form moving desperate and fluid and beautiful above her, it was too much, too close, the smell the world swarming exploding fire and light in her blood, in her heart —
Ella’s release shot to life with a scream, a dazzling dazed relief, blaring out from her groin, lighting up every nerve in its path. Making her entire body soar up against his huge driving weight, and in reply that weight met her, caught her — and then exploded out deep inside. Pumping hard and full andwonderful, flooding her filling her fucking her to the edge of her breath, her being, almost too powerful to be borne.
But then that big body stilled, that hardness slowly softening inside her, and somehow, there was air again. Air, and quiet, and now freedom, as Natt’s heavy bulk lifted off her, his warmth carefully drawing out of her —
But then — Ella couldn’t help a shocked gasp — was the sudden, shocking surge of his seed. Spewing out with stunning force between her spread legs, spurting thick and hot all over her thighs, the furs beneath, and even Natt’shand, which had snapped down to cup between her legs, to witness this, to coat itself in the mess.
Ella’s face was burning, suddenly, and she could feel the shame rising, whispering, mocking. She was supposed to become alady. And real ladies would never have thrown themselves at an orc thus. Real ladies would never find themselves lying debauched and spread-eagled beneath an orc, their betraying bodies gushing out hot orc-seed all over whatever might happen to be beneath.
But Natt’s breath was giving a low, steady groan against Ella’s ear, his sharp teeth giving a painful little nip at her earlobe, while his hand purposely slid against her, coating itself in the proof of what he’d done. And then — the heat flooded Ella’s cheeks again — he slid that dripping-wet hand back up, over her belly, coating her with his hot, sticky seed.
A lady would have protested, perhaps said, no, you should be cleaning me of your foul leavings — but Ella could only seem to lie there, red-faced and wondering, as Natt’s warm hand went down to linger between her spread legs, getting more. And then sliding up again, this time curving that hot, sticky hand over her still-heaving breast.
“W-what are you doing,” Ella managed, and in response that hand only went down again, lingering, getting more.
“I am covering you with my scent,” he murmured. “I am readying you to meet my brothers.”
Oh. Ella felt her body stiffen, while the impossible visions of that marched past her eyes. Natt had kept saying this was what he wanted. And she’d agreed to it, she’d sworn to prove it, she’d escaped her betrothed’s men so she could havethis—
