It bobbed up before her, huge, swollen, already liberally dripping from the slit. And bound at the base with gold, so tightly that she could almost see that huge cock pulsing, could feel how desperately he wanted this, how he needed to split her apart —
So Ella held those eyes, and fought to ignore the ever-increasing silence behind them, the feel of curious watching eyes on her bare skin. While her shaky hands reached downwards, found that thick hardness — and then guided its slick, dripping head up against her, settling it deep against her exposed, humiliating, dripping-wet heat.
Natt gave a rough, rumbling growl at the touch, one hand sliding against Ella’s hip, the other rising to gently tug at her nipple-ring. Earning a choked gasp from her mouth, a desperate grip of her exposed wetness around the hard, slick tip of him, just jutting slightly inside her.
But when Ella went to sink down, to take him deep — perhaps to hide this shocking sight from the watching eyes behind her — Natt only gave a sharp-toothed hiss, another gentle tug at her nipple-ring with his claw. Drawing her upper body closer against him, angling out her bare arse even more. Keeping her trapped in this shocking moment, with her clenching greedy wetness perched on the hungry head of him, the obscene sight clear to every eye behind —
“Kiss me,” Natt ordered, soft, his tongue licking slow and delicious against his lips. “Taste my seed. Feel how I long to fill you.”
They were the same words he’d spoken that very first night together — but this time Ella knew all his truths, knew she was safe. And that waseverything, suddenly, and she felt herself nodding, holding those eyes — and then — she obeyed. Her exposed body eagerly, openly kissing her bonded mate’s driving orc-prick, blatantly clenching and flaring against it, while an entire mountain watched.
And Natt longed for this, he was swelling and vibrating back against her, whispering his pleasure, his approval, his pride. And he was actually dripping, or perhaps that was her, the slippery wetness streaking down her bare thigh — and Ella cried out as Natt’s hand snapped down to catch it, spreading it wide against her skin.
“Filthy lass,” he breathed. “Already leaking your mate’s strong seed.”
But he liked it, he wanted more of it, and Ella arched her back, felt her body suckle and push against his driving hardness, drinking him up, spitting him out — and there was more, oozing out of her, slipping down the thick length of him this time. Actually bringing a sharp moan to his mouth, his teeth snapping, and Ella’s body was desperate, craving, on fire —
“I need more,” she gasped at him, and she didn’t care who knew, who heard, who saw her frantically gripping, dripping wetness, wildly kissing at her mate’s ramrod cock. “Please, Natt. Give it to me.Fuckme.”
The words came out too loud, too choked, filling the trembling silence around them — but Natt was still only gasping, gazing at her through his lashes, waiting, waiting. And through the wildly slamming chaos, Ella recognized that look, knew it, held it close and safe for her own. He wanted her to speak truth, before all his kin.
“Please,” she gasped, to those eyes. “Kiss me, Natt. Taste me. Fill me. Feel how wet I am for you. How easy it is for you.”
He was, he could, his huge heat so slick and smooth and tapered, made to fill her, to seek its way inside. And he was doing it, sinking just slightly deeper, the head of him finally, slowly opening her up, oh gods —
“Feel me, Natt,” Ella breathed. “Feel yourself inside me. Feel how I long to drink up your seed. Learn what it is”— her chest heaved, her eyes fluttering — “to fill your bonded mate, who has only ever tasted you, and who has kept her pledge to you, and given you her ring. Learn what it is to do this before all your kin, and to fill her with your seed, while they witness this truth.”
It was working, gods in heaven it was working, Natt’s body sinking deeper inside her, hot and close, while his gaze held hers with a fierce, glittering force. Tighter, deeper, harder, his body shuddering, his breath gasping, every muscle corded and clenched, he had to, he had to give this to her, please —
“Yes, Natt,” Ella gasped, husky and breathless. “You will take me, you will pierce me, you will feed me and fill me and fuck me until I scream, you will flood me with your seed and give me yourson—“
And that was it, fuck that was it, Ella’s filthy words meeting the filthy driving kiss of Natt’s cock — and with one guttural, heart-stopping moan, he sank all the way home. Ella’s groin pressed flat and flush against his, clenching against the hard whispering gold of his ring. Enforcing their vow, sealing it tight and powerful between them.
“Fuck,” Ella groaned, arching and grinding against him, because damn he felt good, flaring wild and frantic inside her. Needing this just as much as she did, needing to kiss her drink her consume her alive, needing to give her hisson—
His hips drove up, as hers drove down, and fuck, fuck, fuck, Ella was writhing, jolting, screaming. Being driven into again and again, bouncing and bobbing and desperately clinging to him, the furious driving wailing truth that was her mate, her Natt, taking her giving her kissing her — and with a flick of his tongue he’d caught the curve of her neck, and the room went white and blinding as his sharp teeth bit down, screaming into her skin, her soul. Drinking her up, drinking her alive, kissing her and fucking her and worshipping her, gouging so deep that the entire world slammed still —
His explosion felt like it rocked the room, spraying inside Ella with so much force it sent pain screaming in its wake. Spurting out in wave after wave, filling her marking her drenching her, while her howling body sparked and drove and drank. Still frantically kissing his driving spraying cock, even as it kissed her back, firing her all through with the strength of his promise.
It was — joy. It was strength, beauty, power, it was a pledge brought to life, it was a blessing. It was Ella of Clan Grisk, bared full upon her mate’s cock and his teeth, drunk on his bounty, on the sweet, soft kiss of his lips to her neck. On the wild, powerful truth in his blinking, leaking eyes.
“Ach,” Natt whispered, wiping an impatient palm against his wet cheek — and then he dragged Ella close, strong, safe into the heat of his arms. And Ella clutched him back, gripping with all the strength she could hold, burying her own dripping-wet face deep into his neck.
“Ach, my lass,” he breathed, and suddenly he was rocking with her, his hands fluttery against her back, her hair. “I have again drawn your blood. And your shame, I ken, or your anger, are you vexed, are you afraid —“
He’d yanked back from her, his clawed fingers now stroking against her face, tilting it up. Wiping frantically at her wet cheeks, as though to shove away her misery with the force of his hands, and Ella grasped for those hands, held them tight. And then smiled, slow and true, into her mate’s eyes.
“It’s good, Natt,” she heard herself say, warm, fervent. “It’s so good. You’re so good. I am” — her breath came out, deep and shuddery — “so happy. So blessed, to have finally found my mate again.”
Natt gave a twitchy nod, his eyes still almost painfully bright. “Akva has blessed us,” he whispered. “She has received your offering, and your jewel, and blessed you.”
Her jewel. The engagement-ring Ella had left in his wall. And when Natt had seen that, she couldn’t fathom, at the moment — but his hands had come to Ella’s bare belly, spreading wide. “Akva has blessed you,” he said again, quieter this time, his eyes dropping to follow his hands. “You asked for my son, before all five clans.”
Wait. Natt truly meant this, his eyes again streaking wetness down his cheeks, and Ella twitched as she looked at him, her breath lost, her thoughts suddenly, wildly thudding. “I haven’t even had my courses,” she whispered. “You said — you said I shouldn’t — there shouldn’t be a seed yet —“
But Natt was blinking at her, his eyes still dripping, true. “There ought not,” he whispered. “I did not speak false to you. But now, as you gave me this great gift” — his eyes squeezed shut, opened again — “I could smell it unfurl within you. Seeking to meet mine.”
Oh. And Ella was currently flooded full of Natt’s seed, and any softness that had previously come upon him had entirely vanished again, replaced only by the huge heft of him, filling her, blocking his seed’s escape. Wanting this, wanting it so much he was still weeping with it, his eyes pleading, saying don’t reject it, don’t reject me, please —
