“Breathe, my pet,” came John’s rasping voice, his hand running up and down her flank. “Andaðu, dúllan mín. You have been fucked thus before. Ach?”
Even the words sent a hard, wringing thrill up Rosa’s back, and she jerked a vehement nod. “Ach,” she choked out. “I mean, yes, but you’re so muchbigger, John-Ka.”
It came out sounding like a plea, but both John’s hands were stroking her shivering sides now, big, warm, capable. “I shall also be gentler,” he said, soft, “and wetter. And I shall stop, at the first sign of real pain. You shall speak this to your lord, pet. Ach?”
Rosa nodded again, yes,yes, and those stroking hands slid down to her arse-cheeks, gently spreading them apart. Opening her up more for him, for the smooth slick head of him, and she could feel more of that hot liquid pooling out of him, coating her, perhaps even seeping inside…
“Andyoushall be the one to first takeme,” he murmured. “Just as we have done with your throat. You shall ease me into you, until you are full. Ach?”
It was both impossibly thrilling, and deeply reassuring, and Rosa’s thoroughly scrambled brain held to that, clung to that, as she heaved in choking breaths, and sought to relax herself against his quietly pressing heft. To just feel it there, not pushing yet, only vibrating against her, shuddering out more of that slick, viscous heat into her tight, resisting entrance.
Fuck, it felt good, even just like this. An orc’s huge, dripping-wet cockhead nudging against her, kissing at her, seeking to open her up around it. To explore her darkest, most secret parts, to fully make her his own, and as Rosa settled herself a little closer, she could feel him flaring back, speaking his pleasure…
“Will you,” she heard her voice whisper, as she shifted still closer, felt it open her a little further, “speak to me, my lord? Please?”
The hardness against her shuddered again, and it felt sogood, and Rosa felt her resisting body open a little more, welcoming his invasion — and then, oh gods, John began to speak.
“Þú ert svo falleg, dúllan mín,” he gasped. “Ég elska hvernig þú lætur mér líða.”
The words rolled so easily from his mouth, smooth and low and surely full of filth, and Rosa felt herself arch and moan with longing, with hunger, with the shouting craving need to have this orc, to take this orc, to feel the strength of him inside her. To earn her lord’s approval, to gain his trust, to open herself for him, show him how much she needed him…
“Mér líkar við typpið þitt,John-Ka,” she breathed, as she felt herself relax a little more, easing back further. Beginning to feel the full heft of him now, meaning that he was actually sinkinginsideher, and their moans seemed to rise together, John’s hands tight on her arse, his harsh breath skittering against her skin.
“Again,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “More, pet.”
So Rosa said it again, and sank back further, swallowing him deeper inside, feeling the very slight burn of pain this time. But the steady pulse of silken liquid did seem to help, and so did his patience with this, with the way he wasn’t moving, only stroking her with those hands, waiting. And a furtive glance back showed him watching, too, his dark head bent, his braid falling over his shoulder, his glittering eyes intent upon the sight of his huge cock, which was somehow buried halfway inside her —
Rosa’s groan snapped his gaze up to hers, his lips parted, his tongue brushing slow against them. Saying he liked this, he likedher, and as she watched, he slid his hand back up her side, claws scraping soft, until he’d reached the back of her neck, and circled quiet, tender, approving around it.
“Good little pet,” he said, his voice hitching as she pushed back a little further, took him still deeper. “This pleases me.”
And oh, it was good, that truth in his voice, the accompanying shudder of his cock so deep inside her. Making Rosa’s body shudder around him in return, a skin-tight rhythmic clenching that made his eyes roll back, his hardness within her swelling even fuller, deeper,fuck—
And Rosa was doing this, she was impaling herself on an orc, she needed all of him,now— and she thrust back, hard, all the way. Shouting as he sank full and whole inside her, his groin pressed flush and tight to her arse-cheeks, his bulging bollocks nestled up close against her dipping-wet heat. While behind her he’d actuallyroared, his hips already circling, moving Rosa’s entire body with him. Meaning she was truly trapped, now, skewered, pinioned whole upon an orc, and the entire world was thundering with it, screaming all around her, fraying white and wild behind her eyes.
“Ríddu mér,” she gasped at him. “Ríddu mér, my lord, please!”
His moan was thick, cracked, as desperate as she felt, and those hips circled again, deathly strong, moving her whole with them. Punching home the sharp, swirling realization that he wasn’t actually going to thrust, it was too tight, too dangerous — but in this moment Rosa didn’t care, didn’t want his damned calculated gentleness, and she fought to yank herself away from him, to feel the delicious agony of her lord pulling her apart, remaking her with the violent slam of that cock —
John’s growl felt visceral this time, his huge body almost vibrating as he pinned Rosa even harder to him — and then, without warning, he rolled back. Flat onto his own back, dragging Rosa down on top of him, grasping her close into his tight embrace, leaving her scarcely able to move. And her only possible recourse was to grind her arse down against him, meeting him as his hips ground up, his huge cock just slightly circling inside. He was keeping her safe, making her his, gasping groaning Aelakesh into her ear as his hand slid down and stroked, once, against her dripping wet heat —
Rosa’s release ripped out of her with a scream, with the furious firing euphoria of her trapped body wrenching again and again on her lord’s beautiful heft, worshipping its strength, wringing out its pleasure. Needing more, craving more so much it hurt, feeling the ecstasy jolt and crack and flare —
And then, inside her, Johnexploded. His invading force spraying out so hard Rosa could feel it juddering against her, flooding her, bathing her with stream after stream of hot, swarming orc-seed. While beneath her his hot, powerful body arched them both to the sky, his mouth howling, his claws on her belly scraping sharp and deep and utterly, thoroughly lost.
When he finally relaxed again, sagging onto the bed, it was like all the tension pooled out of Rosa’s body too, leaving her limp and trembly and sticky all over. Still trapped on an orc, lying on her back on top of him, and with a low groan John rolled them both to the side, his big body tucked up close behind her far smaller one, his slowly softening hardness still hidden deep inside.
“Foolish woman,” he whispered, his voice thick, scratchy. “I told you to keep this gentle. You might have drawn yourblood, with all your flailing.”
Rosa elbowed back at him, but otherwise felt too sated, too full of unspooling warmth, to mount a proper argument. “I suppose I probably did get a little too” — she gulped in a breath — “involved.”
John’s hand was skimming down her side, over the curve of her hip to her thigh, and back up again. “Ach,mér líkar þetta,” he said, the words deliberate enough that Rosa could follow his meaning.He liked that.“But we must take care with your little body.”
His hand kept stroking, warm, soothing, so thoroughly and utterly delicious that Rosa’s next question seemed to escape all on its own, without any conscious thought. “Will you ever take me again the — theregularway? Like we did the first time?”
And she surely should not have asked that, based on the sudden stiffening of John’s body against her, the clench of his hand as it stilled on her hip. “I ken it is best,” he said, very evenly, “if I do not.”
Oh. Right. Because this was still only a short-term thing, an extended exercise in deadly offspring avoidance. And this — an orc’s body curled warm and protective and safe behind hers — was still just him luring her into staying, until all that was done. Taking care of her, like he’d promised.
