But Dammarr was baring his teeth, and wildly shaking his head against Thrak’s grip. And when Thrak growled back, Dammarr somehow shoved away from him entirely, whirling around to face him, and — Ella gasped — he swung his huge fist straight at Thrak’s face.
Thrak ducked, just in time, but one of his hands was still caught in Dammarr’s hair, and Dammarr’s other fist had snapped up, clipping Thrak on the cheekbone. Hard enough that Thrak’s head snapped sideways, his mouth hissing — and then he lunged for Dammarr, shoving him bodily to the opposite side of the pool.
Dammarr swung for Thrak again, making impact in the hard muscle of his torso this time — but then, with astonishing speed, Thrak leapt out of the pool entirely. Dragging Dammarr after him by the hair, and slamming him hard on his back to the stone floor beneath.
“Too slow,” Thrak growled, as Dammarr sucked in desperate breaths, and Thrak shoved his legs up and apart, deftly maneuvering his hips between. “Fuck-drunk. Weak and foolish for me. Wishing for more. Ach?”
Thrak held himself there, poised, his tall, dripping-wet body hovering over Dammarr’s heaving, trembling one — and Ella realized he was truly waiting this time. Searching Dammarr’s wildly blinking eyes, as his big hand slowly unwound from Dammarr’s hair, letting it fall to the stone beneath them.
“Ach?” he said again, quiet, almost a caress, and Ella could see Dammarr swallowing, gasping, and — nodding.
And then Thrak’s hips sank deep, Dammarr crying out and arching up — and this time it was like their smooth, muscled, dripping-wet grey bodies were moving together, writhing swift and smooth and graceful with each other, rather than against. Thrak gasping in black-tongue, Dammarr’s moans once again rising, his claws scraping hard on Thrak’s back, faster and wilder and so desperate Ella could almost taste it — until Dammarr’s whole body jerked still, and he shouted, so loud it echoed across the room, while thick white suddenly sprayed wide from between them, splattering on the floor, on their joined bodies, even toward Natt and Ella.
Natt swiftly jerked Ella out of the way, hissing toward them — but neither one noticed, because now it was Thrak shouting, his hips rammed deep and quivering against Dammarr, every muscle in his grey body taut and corded and sharp as his dark head arched back, his face contorted with sheer, violent pleasure.
And then the tension seemed to leave Thrak’s body at once, as he sagged down against Dammarr. As Dammarr’s hand on his back splayed wide, now bearing no claws, while his own body sagged beneath.
“This pleased you,” Thrak murmured, almost too quiet for Ella to hear. “I wish you to speak this to me.”
“I shall not,” Dammarr replied, though his voice wavered. “You have only shown yourself even more of a rude and selfish prick than I knew you to be.”
“Ach, and I drew your seed without one touch to your prick,” Thrak shot back. “Hehas never done such for you.”
“And you were watching each time for this, were you?” Dammarr retorted. “Pathetic.”
Thrak bared his teeth at Dammarr, but Dammarr only gave a chilly smile back — at least, until Thrak lowered his face into his neck, inhaling deep. “I smell you,” he murmured. “This pleased you.”
Dammarr huffed some kind of protest, but didn’t move, and behind Ella Natt chuckled, his clever hand slipping between her parted legs, tracing light and teasing against her shamefully swollen heat.
“Ach, and this pleased you too, did it not?” he purred. “My hungry, filthy little mate. Taking such joy in your enemy’s utter defeat.”
Dammarr had turned his head to growl at Natt, but Natt only grinned back, and then turned and jumped up out of the pool, reaching a hand to pull up Ella after him. “We must dress,” he said, “and ready ourselves for this party.”
Ella’s mouth was watering, suddenly, her eyes darting up and down Natt’s naked, dripping-wet body, with his huge cock standing fully at attention. And when her hands reached for it, seemingly on their own, Natt gave her a jaunty, approving smile, a meaningful pat at her bare arse.
“Ach, you shall have this, lass,” he said. “Soon.”
With that, he grabbed for Ella’s jewels, and then strode toward the door, still dripping and entirely naked, leaving Ella to blink at his gorgeous bare arse. And once she’d belatedly grasped for a towel and chased after him, wrapping the towel around the essential parts, he immediately tugged down the top of it, enough to expose her bare breast, with the jutting nipple-ring.
“Better,” he said, with a smug grin. “You shall learn, lass.”
That became all too evident as Natt once again dressed her in the Grisk storage-room. Tying on her familiar leather kilt, and then adding the gold cuffs back on her arms and her ankle, and slinging the gold belt around her bare waist. But other than the chains cupping beneath her breasts, Ella was still bare from the belly up, and Natt stepped backwards, his assessing eyes sweeping up and down her form.
“Good,” he said, as he brought up a finger and gently nudged at Ella’s gold nipple-ring, sending a series of jolting shivers deep into Ella’s breast. “You are ready.”
Ready, like this, with nothing covering her top half whatsoever — but there wasn’t even space to protest, suddenly, what with the heated hunger buzzing through Ella’s skin. “Are you?” she murmured, stepping forward, reaching a hand to his groin, to curve around that too-tempting hardness. “Just like this?”
Natt raised an eyebrow at her, glancing downwards, but his mouth twitched up, his shoulder giving a rolling shrug. “If this is what you wish, my fair one,” he purred, “I shall wear naught at all.”
Of course he would, the bastard, but Ella’s eyes had angled toward the shelf opposite, where a familiar-looking fur was neatly stacked on top. And shehadliked how he’d looked in those, so with a twitch of a grin she reached for it, and shook it out. It was indeed the kilt, so she carefully tied it around his waist, briefly lamenting the loss of her previous view, but — she reached her hand under, gave a little squeeze — rather enjoying the massive tent he made in front.
His cock flared in reply, but the rest of him only stood there, watching with approving eyes, waiting. So next Ella pulled out the fur cape, and tied it around his shoulders, once again giving him the sudden look of a huge, dangerous warrior prince.
“Ach,” Ella said, with another teasing grin, and another pat at the front of his kilt, before going for the box with the jewelry, and rummaging through it. There wasn’t much left — between the two of them, they would clearly be wearing most of the Grisk hoard — but maybe that was just how Natt wanted it, his eyebrows still arched, waiting.
She began with a thick, plain gold cuff, slowly sliding it over his clawed hand, and up into place on his muscled forearm. And then the same on the other side, and then — she had to hold up the next piece, frowning at its intricate, flexible braided ropes — one for his upper arm, over his bicep, the gold weaving made stretchy enough to allow the muscle to flex beneath it.
Next she slid another gold hoop into his left ear, and a long, sharp-looking earring for the other side, almost resembling a curved tooth. And last, one more thick gold chain, with a huge emerald hanging off the end, and when Ella lifted it up, Natt willingly ducked his head, and let her settle it around his neck.
