“Oh,” she breathed, as he did it again, his eyes hot, dark, hungry for blood. “Oh gods, John, please, please!”
She had no idea what she was begging for — or did she, as those clawed fingers trailed again, circling, circling. So sharp, so lethal, so heavy with the promise of pain, of real harm. So heavy, suddenly, with a question of —trust.
“Please,” Rosa whispered, to those crackling eyes. “Please, my lord.”
John saw it, heknew, the awareness swift but sure, shuddering with truth. With the impossible, shouting thrill of one of those clawed hands, slipping up to press gently against Rosa’s neck — while the other spread her thighs wider, nudged her swollen, clenching heat apart.
“You shall not move, once I breach you,” he whispered, soft. “And you shall speak at the first sign of pain. You shall swear this to me. No falsehoods.”
Rosa was fervently nodding, her throat spasming against his pressing hand, and her legs had widened even further, seemingly on their own. “I swear, John,” she whispered, pleaded, to those eyes. “No falsehoods.”
His answering nod was rapid, jerky — but his deadly finger below, moving slow and gentle, was anything but. Tracing against her with impossible care, that pointed claw smoothly, quietly, sweetly, nudging her swollen heat apart.
Rosa could feel the wetness dripping — whether still his, or hers, she didn’t know — but in this moment there was no shame, no need to hide. John wouldn’t allow it anyway, her distant thoughts reassured her, he wanted her bared and eager — but more than that, she’d promised him she wouldn’t move, and she needed to please him, prove she was worthy…
And she was, shehadto be, because that single, sharp-tipped finger was slowly, surely, slipping inside her. An orc’s actual deadlyclaw, sinking into Rosa’s softest, weakest, most vulnerable place, and she held her body very still as she felt it opening her, invading her, the bare pleasure and hunger and longing crashing beneath her skin.
But there was no pain, at least not yet, even as Rosa felt herself clenching and flaring tight around his deadly invasion. Wanting him deeper, fighting to drag him deeper, and John huffed another laugh as his other hand flexed on her neck, his gaze flicking up to her face.
“You swore not to move,” he whispered, though he didn’t sound entirely displeased. “Foolish woman.”
Rosa swallowed hard, her eyelashes fluttering at the feel of her throat moving against the gentle pressure of his hand. “I c-can’t help it,” she breathed. “Forgive me, my lord.”
His eyes almost seemed to darken in the lamplight, flaring bare and hungry, and Rosa felt that single finger sink a little deeper. Drawing up another sustained, convulsive clench of her wet heat around it, andgodshe felt good, he always felt good, even when he had his actualclawsunk halfway up inside her —
“More,” she gasped. “All the way. Please, my lord.”
His answering glance at her face looked almost dazed this time, but his head nodded, his eyes dropping back to what he was doing between her parted legs. And Rosa’s gaze had dropped too, and was violently, fatally caught on it, her most vulnerable parts wide open and unashamed, while an orc’s huge grey hand pressed close, his long, clawed middle finger vanished, sucked up, deep inside…
Rosa’s body was clamping, dripping, gripping tight, her mouth choking out a constant stream of gasps and groans as he sank deeper, deeper. Still no pain, not yet, though for the first time, there was the shocking, spine-melting feel of sharpness inside, so deep, ohhell.
“Is it pain,” John gasped, his eyes bright with alarm, and when Rosa frantically shook her head, he immediately relaxed, his throat bobbing. “I have reached the head of your womb,” he murmured, “but I seek to slide up behind it. As I did with my prick, when I fucked you thus.”
Good gods, that admission, those words, slipping so heated and easy from his mouth. This damnable orc had been thinking ofanatomywhen he’d fucked her, he was thinking of itnow— and the thought was so wildly, thoroughly compelling that Rosa betrayed a hoarse, gasping cry, her eyes immediately darting to his groin. His tented, delicious groin, with an incriminating spot of wetness on his trousers, at just the head of his massive length…
“Fuck me again?” she croaked at him, and though she’d sworn not to move she was breaking it, trying to yank her arms from their restraints, the need to reach him, to touch him, suddenly so strong she felt faint. “Please?”
John’s answering bark of laughter was breathless, amused, even as his eyes seemed to darken further, his head shaking. “Ach, no,” he breathed. “You wish not for my son, you ken I have cast aspellupon you. You have almostleftme today, over this.”
Almost left him. Spoken with no small trace of bitterness, and Rosa was caught blinking at him, gasping for air, her invaded body still throbbing and convulsing around him. And for a hammering, hanging moment, she felt her mouth open, fully about to say, I don’t care, I wouldn’t truly leave yet, please, just do it anyway, I need to feel that again,please—
But she gulped it back, just in time, and she fought for breath, for coherent thought. “Then — show me. Need to see you.Please, my lord.”
She was sure he would refuse, abruptly, absolutely certain of it — but then, without warning, his hand dropped to the front of his trousers, quick and lurching, and yanked himself out.
And. Thesightof this again. The way his claws gripped it so easily, so casually. The long, powerful strength of it, the dripping string of thick white from the slit, the lines of those scars across the length of it. And Rosa was again squirming against her restraints, desperately needing to touch it, to feel that silken softness under her fingers, to taste that sweet honey on her lips…
“Be still, pet,” John ordered, though his voice sounded just as frayed as she felt. “Or I shall hide it away again.”
Oh gods, hecouldn’t, and Rosa’s body immediately froze in place, clamping even tighter around that finger — thatclaw— still nearly all the way inside her. And in return John actually laughed again, his head tilting back, the sound warm, husky, so beautiful she might break —
“Please, my lord,” she begged, against all thought, all better judgement. “Please. Show me.”
His answering laugh was deeper this time, harder, rough with promise — and then, as Rosa stared, caught, yearning, he slid his clawed fingers up his own length, slow. Leaning forward onto his knees as he did so, so that — Rosa choked — the resulting, thickening string of liquid dropped down to pool on her bare belly, glistening against her shivering skin.
It was one of the most thrilling sights of Rosa’s entirelife, up there with when this huge cock had been jutted up inside her, and her moan was loud, long, entirely unfettered. Earning another short laugh from John’s mouth, another thick, visible splutter of white from his deep, delicious slit.
“Fuck,” Rosa’s voice groaned, all on its own. “Don’t stop, my lord.Please.”
