He was stroking it with gentle, purposeful intent, indeed guiding her further open, further apart. And in return Rosa’s body was flaring back at him, clenching, greedy, exposed. Showing her swollen, shameful hunger to a room full of watching, judging orcs, and then — her whole body froze — spluttering out more of that familiar thick wetness, all over John’s still-caressing fingers, all over the table beneath…
Rosa’s eyes squeezed shut, her hands snapping up to her hot, mortified face, while John, the bastard, just kept doing it. Kept stroking, coaxing out more, his hand now wet and slick with his own damned seed, while five other orcs watched in utter, astonished silence.
“She oft soils herself, with my spent seed,” John’s voice said, as his wet, clawed finger carefully, gently began to slip up inside. “She is shamed by this, but it pleases me to witness her little messes, and clean her with my tongue.”
Oh. Oh, fuck. The room felt charged, suddenly, sparking with the heat of Rosa’s rapidly rising hunger — but she held herself still, so still, such a good pet, as that finger slipped deeper, smooth, approving. He liked it. It pleased him to witness this…
She scarcely heard one of the orcs ask, a little stilted, whether she wasn’t afraid to be breached by a claw like that — but John’s low answer only ramped up more hunger, more craving. “She knows I shall do this with the greatest care,” he said. “It has taken time, but I have gained her trust. And in return, she has bent fully to my will, and has learnt to welcome my taking, however I might wish to use her.”
Rosa’s breathless moan escaped on its own, catching a dark, heated look from John’s watching, half-lidded eyes. Good gods, he wanted this too, he was doing this onpurpose, he was bragging about her, flaunting her, showing her off to a room of staring hungry orcs —
“Surely she cannot handleallyour use,” said one of the orcs, from somewhere very far away. “Her little openings all seem far too small for this. Even the captain’s mate can scarcely sheath him, and she is a far larger woman.”
It sounded like a challenge, Rosa’s flailing thoughts shouted, and surely,surelyJohn wouldn’t — but gods curse her, cursehim, because he was looking at her, his eyebrows raised, and his tongue had slid out, slow, brushing against parted lips…
“I shall prove this, should you all wish to see,” he said, his voice silken, deadly. “If she agrees.”
But Rosa was already nodding, furtive but urgent, because yes, she wanted this, needed this, she was a good pet, she needed him to flaunt her, use her, any way he wished…
Clearly the orcs hadn’t objected, surely there was no possible objection. And John silently lifted Rosa bodily up, turned her over, and after pulling out a fur from somewhere, placed her onto her trembling hands and knees on the suddenly soft table. And then strode around to stand before her face, his tented groin almost in line with her stunned blinking eyes —
And then he tugged down his trousers, and drew out that scarred, veined, dripping hardness. Exposing himself not only to her, but to a room full of silent, intently watching orcs.
“Sjúga mig,” he ordered her, husky. “Djúpt.”
Suck me, it meant. Deep.
And before Rosa could follow, nod, speak — yes, yes, of course, my lord — that slick, dripping head was spreading her lips open around it, sinking smooth and steady inside. Deeper and deeper, without stopping, sweetness swarming her tongue and her breath, opening her up — until he was buried all the way, her mouth flush to the thick vibrating base of him, his sleek head rammed deep into her throat.
“Gott,” he breathed, or perhaps choked. “Horfðu á mig.”
Look at him. Rosa was looking, blinking wide-eyed up at his face, drinking in the dark, dangerous pleasure in those watching, approving eyes. And as she desperately swallowed, he slowly, purposefully drew out again, all the way. Until she was just suckling at the very tip of him, soft, sweet — and then he thrust back inside, harder, opening up her mouth and her throat with fluid, uncompromising ease.
“You see?” he said to the watching orcs, his voice damnably even. “I am sunk to my bollocks. My seed drips straight into her belly.”
Rosa’s answering moans were helpless, strangled, caught on a huge prodding orc-prick, and thank the gods he drew out again, let her breathe again. And another orc had asked a question, one Rosa hadn’t heard through the rushing in her ears, but it prompted John to slide in again, slow, devastating, merciless, until her mouth was again flush to his groin, her throat frantically convulsing around his thick, implacable invasion.
“It feels better than aught else I have ever known,” John said, quiet, and Rosa’s screaming brain registered that it was in answer to a question, whatever the orc had asked. “It is true joy, to wield such command over a tight little human throat, and to feel it choke and spasm upon you.”
Gods damn the bastard, he had not justsaidthat about her, to all these orcs — and somehow, lost in the whirling spiralling furious craving, Rosa —bithim. With herteeth. Something she’d never once dared to do before, with anyone, let alone anorc, herlord— and the shame and chagrin surged with ruthless force, her eyes wide and suddenly terrified on John’s astonished, blinking face. Fuck, she hadn’t meant to do that, but he was such a damnedreprobate, to say such things to them and not her, what if he punished her, what if she’d displeased him, what if he changed his mind…
He drew himself out of her, slowly exposing that new red line of her teeth across his shaft, and Rosa realized, with true shock, that his other scars down there — scars that she’d never actually asked him about, maybe because she hadn’t wanted to know — all looked much like this one. Like he’d beenbitten. Repeatedly. Perhaps even in retaliation for obnoxious actions just such as this…
And hehad, helikedit, his eyes even hungrier than before, his hand circling close and threatening and delicious around Rosa’s exposed neck. “Foolish pet,” he purred, husky, breathless. “When you dare to bite your lord, little rose, youknowyou shall be punished.”
Rosa’s nod was instinctive, compulsive,madness. “Yes, my lord,” she whispered. “Thank you, my lord.”
He groaned aloud at that, and his other hand dropped down to brush against her new mark on his shaft, stroking at it, his fingers reverent, almost disbelieving. “Good,” he said, so soft, his eyes blinking down toward it. “You must tell me if I truly alarm you. Or if you wish me to stop.”
They were the same words he’d said to her that very first night, in the library — and it almost felt like they were back there again, tentative, watchful, exploring. Learning each other, testing each other, alone in the room, in the world. No falsehoods.
Rosa nodded, her eyes desperately blinking on his, and he nodded too, jerky, uncontrolled. And then walked away from her, away from her face, around to stand behind her. Yanking her bodily back to the edge of the table, thrusting her legs wide apart.
But Rosa didn’t care what he saw anymore, what they saw. Only tilted her arse up, out, exposed, waiting — and when John’s first slap came, swift and purposeful, it was a sharp, perfect jolt of unimaginable, indescribable pleasure. Setting her arching, howling body aflame with sudden, crackling heat — and then ratcheting higher, tighter, as that demanding hardness jutted between her parted lips, waiting, waiting…
And then he slammed inside, all the way. Strong enough that Rosa’s teeth chattered, her whole body trembling, nearly falling off the table — but John had her, John held her safe, skewered and pinioned on his huge, throbbing prick, even as his hand delivered another swift, stinging,magnificentslap to her bare arse.
“You shall learn, pet,” gasped his voice behind her, as he drew himself out, slow — and then again slammed inside, in time with another stinging slap of his hand. “You shall know what it is to displease an orc. An orc who wishes to bare you” — another slap — “and mark you, and make you his.Forever.”
