But he only laughed, the sound husky, warm, teasing — and then his hand dropped beneath his kilt, and brought out — that. His huge, swollen, tapered grey hardness, jutting straight toward her, and already pooling white at the tip.
“Ach, truly,” he said, stroking up the full length of it, milking out more of that delectable white. “Come, lass.”
Ella took a twitchy, uneasy step closer, gripping the gold ring with both hands, her eyes darting between it, andthat. “But,” she whispered, “it’s so — large. Not that you’re not, but —“
Natt only laughed again, guiding her hands downwards — and Ella watched, her eyes caught, trapped, upon the unnervingly arousing sight of her fingers carefully sliding the gold ring over the head of him, and all the way down. Until it hung on the hard base of him, loose, like the most obscene necklace she’d ever seen in her life.
“More,” Natt murmured, earning another shocked, darting look from Ella, up toward his still-amused eyes. “All the way.”
All the way. He meant — Ella swallowed, hard — he had to mean those huge swollen bollocks, hanging heavy and full below his cock. And that was impossible, the ring was way too small for all of — ofthat— but Natt’s steady hand only guided hers down further, saying yes, this was exactly what he meant.
So Ella’s trembly hands did it, or tried to, and managed to ease one of those heavy bollocks through, confronting her eyes with a sight absurd enough to make her laugh out loud. And thankfully Natt laughed again too, and finally he finished the job for her, letting out a low, heated hiss as he settled the ring tight against his groin.
But then it was done, it was there, and Ella’s laughter had sliced into absolute silence, her eyes staring, her mouth gone entirely dry. Because here was Natt, her Natt, the rightful Speaker of the Grisk, proud and insolent and brazen, his huge cock and balls encircled in gold, utterly on display, looking fuller than they ever had before. And they even felt fuller, too, when Ella reached for a tentative touch. Her hungry fingers gently stroking down the silky length of him, while her other hand came to cup at the thick, bulging weights below, too large to even fit in her hand.
“This pleases you,” Natt murmured, soft, and Ella didn’t care if that was smugness, or even triumph, in his watching, glittering eyes. “You wish me to fuck you with this, do you not?”
There was no countering it, not a single word, and Ella could only bite her lip, and look him in the eyes, and nod. And his replying growl was everything, all her nagging doubts thrust away in this moment, as Natt grasped her arm and strode down the aisle, the obscene sight at his groin swinging wildly with every step.
But then — Ella’s breath choked, again — they’d halted before the looking-glass. And when Natt thrust her close in front of it, there was another blaring screeching shock, because the woman who was supposed to be her — supposed to be alady— was an unknown, unimaginable stranger.
Her eyes were large and dark, her face freckled and flushed, her lips swollen a deep red. Her hair was a wild reddish mess, tumbling down over her shoulders, contrasting against the green and gold glinting in her ears, and around her neck. Her midriff was almost entirely bare, but for more gold chains, and a diaphanous scrap of fluttery fabric over her shoulders and breasts, one side looking markedly more peaked than the other. And when her trembly hand came to lift the fabric up, there was her breast, cupped beneath with gold, and boldly displaying a gold ring, embedded deep into its jutting nipple.
The woman’s breath was heaving, and even more so when the huge, fur-covered orc behind her reached a sharp claw to nudge, very gently, at that shocking gold ring. To which the woman gasped and choked, her body writhing against the orc behind her, because gods, the pain and the pleasure, she hadn’t even imagined, it was beyond anything,everything—
But this huge, audacious orc wasn’t done, not even close, because with another flick of a claw, he’d caught the flowing fabric at her hips, and tucked it up, into the gold belt around her waist. Exposing her naked groin to his eyes, and then sliding his huge thigh between, spreading her legs apart.
She could hear her wetness clenching, greedy and desperate, but the orc in the glass only gave a sly, devilish grin — and then, in a swift, easy movement, he reached down, and yanked her up. So that she was fully off the ground, propped on his powerful bare thigh, with her legs spread, her shamefully clenching heat exposed wide and humiliating to the glass, to their joined watching eyes.
“Touch it,” came the orc’s voice, close and insolent in her ear. “Show me what is mine.”
The woman in the glass whimpered and trembled, but the orc’s long, slithering black tongue snaked out to swirl blatantly against her ear, her reddened neck, even trailing its shocking length over to tickle at her lips. And the woman’s pink tongue darted out to meet it, tangling with it, craving it, needing it.
“Touch yourself,” he said, ordered. “Show me you can learn this lesson. Show me you are a Grisk. You are not afraid to seek joy with your own.”
A Grisk. Seeking joy, with her own. His.Hers. And it was enough, somehow, to finally bring her trembling fingers downward. To stroke them lightly, tentatively, against the spread-apart, dripping-wet heat between her parted legs.
Her answering moan was harsh, humiliating, but her entire body had arched with pleasure, her wetness clenching in response, pleading for more. Seeking joy, with its own, so she stroked it again, harder this time, slipping her finger deeper between, drawing the pleasure louder from her throat.
“Good,” the orc’s voice hissed, close in her ear. “More. Open it for my kiss.”
He’d shifted his body behind her as he spoke, pulling away his knee, and instead revealing —that. The shadowy, but unmistakable, sight of his huge, hungry cock, encircled tightly in gold, bulging out bold and brazen toward her slick pink wetness. Wanting this, craving this, just as much as she did. Open it. My kiss.
So she did, using her shaky hands to open herself wide, clenching, waiting. While that swollen, dripping, gold-bound cock in the glass slowly moved up, breath by breath, nearly close enough to touch.
And as the sight of this, the longing of this, the sheer fevered aching of this pounded white and wild — suddenly it was like the world screeched still, juddering its truths into place all at once. The orc was Natt, the woman was her, Ella Riddell, Ella of Clan Grisk, just Ella. With her bared body sprawled back against an orc, her legs spread wide, her most secret parts desperately clenching, craving his taking —
It was shocking, outrageous, scandalous, salacious, all the most shameful, miserable parts of Ella lain bare and foul and vulgar —
Until somehow, it — wasn’t.
It was only Ella. Here, true, seeking joy with her own. Speaking truth, with every movement, every breath.
And when that huge, gold-bound cock finally came close enough, Ella arched her back against Natt, baring her newly pierced nipple, and — kissed him. Kissed him,there, with astonishing lewdness, her greedy pink lips searching and clenching for him, drowning in the glorious slick hardness of him, seeking to take him inside.
It should have been a shock — but perhaps wasn’t at all — when she saw, and actuallyfelt, that smooth, swollen slitkissing back. That huge grey cock vibrating wildly as its dripping head sought and delved, almost seeming to meet her kiss with its own. As it slowly, surely, began to sink its way between her kissing lips, disappearing smooth and deep into her slick wet heat.
It didn’t stop once it started, it couldn’t, and Ella’s fluttering eyes desperately feasted on the sight. That huge, invading hardness yielding to her kiss, sliding breath by breath into it, deeper and deeper and deeper — until it had entirely vanished up between. Leaving Ella’s frantic, greedy, swollen lips to kiss at those huge bulging bollocks now pressed tight against her, thanks to that hard, uncompromising ring of gold glinting close beneath.
