Rosa’s head nodded, desperate and frantic, and the responding flare of warmth in John’s eyes, the approving scrape of his claws to her neck, felt as strong as a kiss, an embrace, a full-on declaration. She’d pleased him, and now he would please her, finally, hehadto…
And when that big hand curved close over the slight swell of her breast through her tunic, covering it, there was only feeling it, gasping against it, silently pleading for more. And more, those claws gently flicking against her jutting nipple — and then more, as he reached for the too-low neck of the tunic. Tugging it over and sideways, so that — Rosa’s breath juddered — her breast, with its pink, heaving, humiliatingly hard nipple, was entirely bare, and exposed to the room. To the strange, unfamiliarorcs.
There was a sudden choke of fear, catching tight in Rosa’s throat — but John was here, solid and safe and powerful, leaning ever closer. Those eyes still speaking of his approval, his regard, while his big hand came to cover her breast, squeezing it in those long clawed fingers. Mine, it said, and Rosa felt her head nodding, her body arching up, pressing tighter into the proud warm wanting of that hand.
When his hand finally slipped away, leaving her bare breast open and jiggling to the air, there was no shame, no need to hide. She was his, he was pleased with her, and his tantalizing, wonderful fingers were stroking further downwards, dragging against fabric that suddenly felt too thick and hot and close.
And as John drew the tunic up, exposing her entire lower half bare to the watching room, Rosa’s wild, whirling thoughts were almost, somehow,grateful. She was being such a good pet, showing her lord all that he wished, and when that warm, approving hand slid down over the mound of her, those claws carding into her coarse hair, there was only nodding, drinking up his touch, his approval, his command.
“Such a greedy little woman,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming, his claws so sharp, so gentle, as they sank lower, lower. “You have wished for this all this long day, have you not?”
Gods curse her, but Rosa’s head frantically nodded again, speaking only truth to her lord, those eyes, those tantalizing, breathtaking fingers. And when those claws pulled away just slightly, to press their pointed tips to the insides of her already-trembling thighs, Rosa willingly obeyed the silent command, and spread her legs apart.
There was an instant’s quivering stillness, an approving flutter of those black eyelashes — and then another meaningful nudge of those claws, beneath her thighs this time. Guiding them upwards, wanting her to showeverything— and again, Rosa eagerly obeyed. Bringing her feet flat up to the table, so that her knees were raised, high, apart.
It meant she was lying there, in the depths of Orc Mountain, on her back on a stone table, with her bare nipple red and exposed, her tunic thrust up above her waist, and her legs spread-eagled wide, showing these silent, watching orcs everything between them. How her hot, swollen pink heat was wildly quivering, still stretched from its last use, gripping again and again at nothing, pleading to be filled —
And then — a choked cry wrenched from Rosa’s throat — her lord’s hand washere.There. Those long, clawed fingers sliding slow and breathtaking down the dripping-wet crease of her, and then back up again. Not delving inside, not using those claws to pierce or to harm — but just rubbing flat and smooth, slipping ever deeper against her wetness, spreading it wider apart.
Fuck, it felt good. Like slow, devastating, beautiful torture, the pressure, the slick warmth, the very light tease of those claws. So deadly, yet so painfully gentle, exploring her most secret, shameful parts with breathtaking care. Opening her up for him, for his approval, and hedidapprove, his eyes half-lidded and hungry on hers, his other hand coming up to tug lightly at her still-heaving nipple.
The touch wrung another choked moan from Rosa’s throat — and louder when he did it again, harder this time. Using her, playing her, showing her off like a gift, a rare jewel, a hard-won prize…
“Greedy little pet,” John murmured, every word earning a reflexive jolt of Rosa’s swollen heat against his still-sliding hand. “You shall now give me all that I wish, shall you not?”
Oh hell, he couldn’tmeanthat, but Rosa was caught, staring, trembling, trapped, as that hand between her legs pressed deeper, all desperate grinding agony. “Shall you not?” he said again, his voice so smooth, those lashes so dark against his cheek. “Should I wish to wield my orc-prick against you, and plough your tight little womb as hard as I might wish, shall you welcome this?”
He couldn’t mean it, hecouldn’t, but the promise was there in his eyes, the pressure rising and rising between her legs. His claws scraping, his fingers stroking, his lashes fluttering, while Rosa’s helpless, frenzied body kept writhing and reaching reaching reaching —
“Shall you?” he demanded, with his hands, his voice, those glinting, hungry black eyes. “What do you say, little pet?”
Oh hell, oh fuck, Rosa’s sanity whirling and screaming away, there was nothing else but this, but him, his pleasure and his rule, here for his command —
“Yes, my lord,” she gasped, almost a wail. “Yes, my lord, please, yes!”
The pleasure flared across those eyes, bright and breathtaking, that hand grinding deep and forceful and utterly glorious — and then, oh,oh, the rapture was here, exploding, tearing her apart. Her entire body curling up with the power of it, her mouth releasing a broken, pent-up sound much like a scream. While the warm hand against her swiftly, roughly, spread her throbbing wet heat even wider, further open — just in time to show the thick, powerful spurts of seed, surging out white and obscene from deep between her legs.
It washisseed, from the night before, Rosa distantly noted, and how had it possibly still been there, still hidden inside her? — but she was suddenly too exhausted to care, and she felt her body sag back against the stone, used, spent, utterly debauched. She’d showed him, surely she’d proved herself to him, and perhaps now he would praise her, pet her, tell her she was worthy…
But instead, John only stood tall again, his gaze flicking purposefully away from hers. Away, toward — Rosa flinched, and froze all over — toward the three other orcs, who had been watching, all this time.
And they were still watching, oh gods. Efterar with a markedly disapproving frown, his eyes sweeping up and down Rosa’s sprawled body — while Tristan, the smaller orc, bore parted lips, and distinctly hazy eyes. And beside Tristan, Salvi had flung a long, muscular arm over his shoulders, and had bent his head to whisper something in black-tongue, even as his eyes remained firmly planted on the sight between Rosa’s spread legs.
Far too late Rosa snapped her thighs shut, yanking down her too-short tunic with shaky hands — but none of the orcs even seemed to notice, and instead all just kept staring, as though she were still fully on display. And John, John had stopped touching her altogether, in favour of crossing his arms tightly over his bare chest, his claw-tips digging into his own skin.
“You see?” he snapped, toward the orcs. “I spoke only truth. This foolish woman wished for this, and for my taking.”
Oh gods. Oh,gods. The shame was swarming Rosa again, battering against her in wave after wave, and her breaths were short, stunted, sparse. No. No. He was supposed to be kind, supposed to be gentle, the way he’d caressed her, the way he’d looked at her…
Efterar snapped some kind of answer toward John, but John only shook his head, his braid flaring out behind him. “No,” he shot back. “I did not. I asked her again and again. This one is so silly and useless and foolish, she would throw herself away upon my prick even if it were a sharpenedsword.”
The words seemed to crumple something inside Rosa, deep, powerful, merciless. He’d been — using her. Mocking her. Making a lewd, disgusting show of her, for his friends’ judgement and amusement. For her humiliation.
And why had Rosa ever believed anything this awful orc had said. Why had she trusted him, clung to him, seen truth in those black eyes.
And now she was here, trapped in Orc Mountain, alone, helpless, unwanted, surrounded by mocking, powerful, lying beasts. Just like at school, just like the library, and what was she supposed to do, what was left, the panic rising and clanging all at once, she needed to escape to get out get away away away —
And with one deep, bracing breath, Rosa hurled her staggering, trembling body off the table, and sprinted for the door.
