“Well, maybe I don’t want to escape,” she murmured at him, with a twitch of a smile up at his face. “Maybe I’d rather stay trapped here on your prick, and your tongue, until the end of my days.”
Natt’s replying grin was so stunning it ached, and he was already licking his lips, drawing her even closer against him.
“Why do we not begin with this night, my filthy little lass,” he whispered. “And then, mayhap, we shall see.”
25
Ella scarcely slept that night.
Instead, she spent the night sprawled and naked and writhing on Natt’s bed, lost in wave after wave of fierce, furious pleasure. Finally,finallyletting her body sink into the truth of her hunger, drowning into it, shamelessly embracing all that she wished.
And if she wished to tackle Natt’s huge body flat to the bed, and climb atop his cock, and ride his smooth bucking hips as if he were a horse, why should she not? And then, if she then wished to scooch herself upwards, and seat herself full upon his mouth, and teach him what it was like to drink such a flood, why should she not do that too, and laugh out loud as he flailed and sucked and choked?
And if Natt then threw her to her knees, and knelt deadly and aggressive behind her, with his slick hardness delving into her most secret shocking depths, why should Ella not arch her back for him, and curse him and beg him all at once? While he sweetly, powerfully pierced the last of her maidenhead, and then fucked it with raging abandon while she screamed?
Afterwards he tried to murmur apologies, whispering nonsense about blood and pain, but it only hurt a little, and Ella kissed his words away, and nibbled at his delicious-smelling neck, and asked what shocking, depraved thing he would do to her next. A challenge which Natt met with full force, his body wild and fluid and furious as he took her again, and again, and again.
They slept for a while, with Natt still hidden deep inside her, and then they awoke, and did it all again. And Ella was truly disappointed when there was finally a furtive knock at the doorframe, and then the sight of Varinn setting a candle on the shelf, and politely murmuring that it was morning, and that the Captain wished to see Nattfarr at his earliest convenience.
“Really?” Ella heard her languid voice ask, lower and smoother than she’d ever heard it. “He needs to see himnow? Are yousure?”
She’d snaked her hand toward Natt’s still-half-hard cock as she spoke, feeling it give a sustained, satisfying twitch against her fingers. “Just once more,” she purred into his neck, audacious and shockingly brazen, but she didn’t care, because Natt gave a low, gasping laugh, a rewarding thrust of that slick hardness into her hand.
“Only if you suck me,” he breathed, and perhaps it was utterly shameful, but Ella immediately obeyed. Sliding her sticky, naked, sore body down his, and taking him deep into her mouth while he moaned — and then, the bastard, while he also actually beckoned Varinn further inside the room, and began talking to him in the tangled, rumbling black-tongue.
Varinn replied in kind, only sparing the briefest of glances toward Ella’s ongoing ministrations, and despite the still-present shamefulness of this — of doing this, to an orc, while another orc watched — Ella soon discovered that there was a whispering, fundamental power in it, too. Giving Natt a moment to speak, waiting for his voice to come smoothly — and then sucking him hard and deep, and smiling to herself as he choked mid-sentence, and fought to find his place again.
Finally Natt sent Varinn away with a shaky wave of his hand, and then turned his full attention to Ella, sending heat skittering down her spine. “Greedy little lass,” he murmured, his eyes hazy with warmth, approval, undeniable affection. “Look at you, suckling my prick down your hungry little throat. Suck harder, my sweet, and I shall give you a good breakfast.”
The filthy words had the desired effect, setting Ella immediately and desperately dragging the seed from his gorgeous cock, while he laughed and bucked and moaned. And when he came in the usual flood, and Ella couldn’t possibly keep it all in, she didn’t even care when he laughed again at her humiliation, and smeared the mess wide across her cheek.
“Ach, my filthy, lovely lass,” he breathed, with a sigh. “You shall be my ruin, I ken.”
There was only warmth, only grinning back at him and wiping at her cheek, and then licking her finger while he watched with fluttering eyes. Earning another slow, sultry stroke of his hand over her bare breast — but Varinn coughed from outside the door, and Natt dropped his naked form back onto the bed, digging his palms into his eyes.
“You shall now stop taunting me and dress, lass,” he said, in his best Speaker voice. “And you shall save up all your hunger, and give it to me after this meeting. If you can wait this long, my filthy beast.”
Ella slowly smiled at him, her hand reaching toward the nearest part of him — his knee — and giving it a slight squeeze. “I shall make my best attempt, Nattfarr,” she said lightly. “Though surely I shall pine away while I wait for you. You have” — she drew in breath, felt her eyes blinking — “brought me unspeakable joy this night, my wise and generous Speaker.”
There was a moment where Natt only looked at her, for perhaps an instant too long — but then he leapt bodily to his feet, and began rummaging through the mess of clothes on the floor. Not quite looking at her as he found his kilt, and yanked it on, hiding himself away from her.
“I wish you to dress, lass,” he said, lightly, but it was an order this time, and they both knew it. “The way I like this.”
He’d torn off her various clothes and adornments the night before, leaving only the earrings to bite and snap at, and Ella obediently ducked her head, and went to dress. Fighting to ignore the odd twist in her belly as Natt began pacing across the room, offering her no help this time, and surely he was just tired, or perhaps preoccupied with this meeting?
“Good,” he said, once she was done, but that felt preoccupied too, and he’d already gone for the door, barking something in black-tongue toward Varinn. And when Ella strode out after him, with the candle in hand, it was to the realization that all four of his guard were there — that they’d all probably witnessed all that,again— and that Dammarr still looked mutinous, glaring between Natt and Ella with bare, unconcealed contempt.
Natt was walking through the midst of them, and actually knocked Dammarr on the side of his head with his hand as he passed — an action which Dammarr immediately returned with a swat to Natt’s passing arse. Bringing a chuckle to Natt’s mouth, and he reached back behind him, and actually rustled his big hand in Dammarr’shair, before reaching to grasp one of the apples on the table between them.
The jealousy was so sudden, and so bizarrely powerful, that Ella’s entire body felt frozen in place — even when Natt turned and beckoned her toward him, his forehead creasing. “Come and eat, lass,” he said, tilting his head. “You cannot only have my seed for your breakfast, as much as we both might wish for this. You must keep rebuilding your strength.”
It was an offering, Ella realized, from this orc who always just knew when she needed such things, and she twitched him a grateful smile, and lurched over toward him. Realizing, in the process, that she was very sticky, and very sore, and not only in the places where Natt had made himself so at home.
“Ach, I have used you roughly this night, lass,” Natt said, with a familiar pat to her face, and a not-quite-regretful smile. “You shall go see Efterar again today. I have asked the Captain’s mate to take you there, and spend this morning with you, whilst I work with my brothers.”
Oh. Natt was leaving, for the whole morning? But of course Ella couldn’t argue that, especially if he’d arranged for her entertainment while they were parted. And especially — Ella tried to smile — if the entertainment was already here, striding through the doorway with her overlarge exposed belly, and her broad, contagious grin, lit by the swinging lantern in her hand.
“Good morning, all,” she said, beaming first toward the orcs, and then at Ella, and then toward the apples on the table. “Have you all heard” — she quickly reached for an apple, and bit into it with a loud crunch — “of that big brawl over in the Skai common-room last night? Sounds like Simon nearly murdered Skaap, he’s been with Efterar ever since.”
