“Ach, this suits you, my pet,” John said, his voice faltering as he ground against her wildly convulsing throat. “You are so pretty, with an orc’skragaand chain upon your little neck. With his prick stretching out your little lips, wedged down your deep little throat.”
Rosa shivered all over at the praise, even as she felt her eyes narrow up at him, her moans darkening. He wasn’t goading her again, wanting that again, or was he —
“It is such deep joy,” he continued, his eyes alight with fiendish warmth, as his hand sank deeper into her hair, his hips grinding his powerful cock deeper into her throat. “To see my helpless pet struggle and suck with such hunger. To know that you shall not ask me a single silly question, so long as I keep filling your little mouth, and clogging your little throat with the whole of my prick —”
Gods curse the bastard, because he surelywasdoing it again. Provoking her, pushing her, his black tongue sweeping against his lips, his gaze glittering with such dark, deadlygreed. And Rosa was going to do it, fuck, she was going to do it —
She bit down, hard. Harder than she’d ever imagined biting another living being, let alone this one — and in return John actually howled, his head rearing back, his claws scraping sharp on Rosa’s scalp. Not making the slightest move to pull away, not even as Rosa’s mouth swarmed with the taste of hisblood, thick, tangy-salt iron, seeping against her tongue.
Good gods, what thefuckhad she just done, and Rosa belatedly drew back, shaky, licking at her lips — and stared, frozen, at the thin red line she’d left behind. Nearly at the very base of him, further up than any of the others, very like she’dmarkedhim. Flaunting how deep she’d taken him, staking her claim upon her bonded mate…
John was looking too, blinking, tracing an unsteady claw against it — and when his head lifted, slow, his eyes were blazing with rage, and with hunger, and withpride.
“I warned you, pet,” he hissed, heated, deadly, his voice vibrating straight to Rosa’s swollen, starving groin. “Donotbite your lord. Most of all before his kin.”
His thumb had jerked to her lips, yanking them open, perhaps looking at the sight of his blood in her mouth — and in a sudden, furious flare of strength, he yanked Rosa bodily up, whirled her around, and pressed her face-first to the nearest wall. Her feet finding purchase on a little ledge she hadn’t noticed before, raising her up to John’s level, and just above her — Rosa gulped aloud — hung a heavy, powerfulchain, with two shackles attached.
But yes, yes, John was going there, dragging up her arms with fluid, ruthless force. And then grasping at an innocuous-looking length of fabric that had been hanging on the wall, and wrapping it quick and deft around her wrists, before jerking the steel shackles close, and clamping them shut with a powerful, gut-wrenchingsnap.
“Fuck,” Rosa gasped, trying and failing to yank her hands away from that iron hold, and behind her John gave a dark, diabolical laugh. His hand teasing, stroking up her bare thigh, gripping at her bare exposed arse —
And then that hand drew away, intent, deliberate — andslappedher. The sensation bright and screaming, exploding a shocked, helpless moan from Rosa’s throat, her body shivering all over, her breaths ragged and choked —
“Ach,” John growled, tugging her head backwards by the chain, so he could look at her, hold her frantic eyes. “Is this what you wish for, my disobedient pet? To take the punishment you deserve, fordaringto provoke your lord thus?”
Oh gods, ohfuck, because his hands were yanking her arse out behind her, thrusting her trembling legs apart, and showing the watching room everything,everything— and then he again struck her bared, bent-over arse with another cold, stinging, purposeful slap.
Rosa shouted and keened, twisted and writhed, her eyes wide and wild as they drank up the smug righteous fury on his cruel, triumphant face. “You devious asshole,” she panted, craving, revelling in the instant answering heat flaring across those eyes. “I just want you tofuckme.”
A deep, thoroughly frightening growl burned from his throat, and that hand slapped again, soaring showers of sparks beneath Rosa’s already-tender skin. “Foolish pet,” he snarled. “You mustearna fucking from your orc. You must eagerly yield to my command, andshowme your hunger for me.”
The sheer frenzied need was bellowing, blistering across Rosa’s body, skittering with the next firm slap of that hand. And even as a distant part of her screamed to keep fighting him, to see just how far he would go, his hand struck again, even harder — and then, oh hell, slid down against her dripping-wet heat. Taunting her, tormenting her, slipping into what washis,where hebelonged— and when it drew away again, leaving her empty and untouched, it felt like the craving was about to burst, lost in the sheer, screamingneed. In Rosa’s fierce, fundamental need to please him, to feel him, to accept, tobe. My deeds, and my wishes, are my own.
She felt her head frantically nodding, her body shivering, sparking, gulping for air — and then she somehow spread her trembling legs wider, jutting her stripped, stinging, reddened arse out further. Baring the shameful, greedy clutch of her empty heat straight toward John, toward the open room. More exposed than she’d ever been, at any point in the entirety of herlife, silently pleading for her mate to look, to know, to take what was his, to give what was hers.
“Please, my lord,” she gasped. “Ríddu mér. Ég vil þig.”
Fuck me. I want you. The words landing like stones, rippling into silence, into the audible noise of her swollen clenching lips — and then, the sudden, shameful, thoroughly shocking trickle of her own wetness, streaking down her thigh.
“Please, John-Ka,” she choked, into the taut stillness. “My lord. My Priest. I’m yours. Your pet, your mate, yourworshipper. However you want to use me. I need you” — she heaved for breath — “to take me, and plough me, and fill me until Iburst.”
She couldfeelthe intensity of John’s attention upon her, the weight of the silence in the still, watching room — and there was no shame left, no hesitation, as Rosa thrust her legs even wider, exposed herself further, felt the proof of her hunger actually dripping straight down from her, pooling onto the stone floor.
“Please, my lord,” she whispered. “Ríddu mér. Ég elska þig.”
Fuck me. I love you.
The stillness closed, hung, shimmered — and finally,finally, John moved. His body jerking forward, until — a shout tore from Rosa’s mouth — she could feel the slick, smooth strength of that cock, brushing against her clenching, wide-open heat. Swelling and flaring and reaching toward her, almost as if seeking her, finding its way. While her swollen, desperate body strained back to meet him, convulsing upon the head of him, pleading, fighting for more —
His slam inside was brutal, furious, deadly — and in that single, devastating thrust, Rosa’s pleasure coiled, gripped, and exploded. Her mouth truly screaming, her hands uselessly yanking at her shackles, while that huge, rock-hard prick drove home again and again and again. Splitting her in two upon it, flaying her apart, juices spurting and dripping, while her scream kept tearing through the room, her release still throbbing, still clinging, still shouting its fervent worship to her mate, her priest, her lord. The sole owner of this iron driving prick, these pointed claws sunk into her hips, these vicious teeth scraping at her throat, and Rosa arched back, bared her neck to him, begged and babbled and broke —
The teeth clamped down, as his cock locked into stillness, his bollocks bulging — and then, with a choked roar, heburst. Blowing out seed with so much force that it blasted him straight back out of her, the spray spattering across her reddened arse, down her bare legs, while those sharp teeth still kept hold of her neck, his greedy swallows thick and audible in Rosa’s ear, his throat moaning with heated, broken ecstasy.
Rosa somehow stood there, revelling in the floating, sighing pleasure, still so fiercely powerful it was almost unbearable — at least, until the intensity of John’s bite finally faded into the feel of a gently lapping tongue, and softly kissing lips. As Rosa’s distant, whirling brain vaguely noted that he also had herkragain his mouth, he’d bitten heroverit, maybe just to feel its strength upon her neck as he’d done it. Just the same way as — her body prickled, keened under the touch — his hand had slipped downwards, sliding almost eager into the utter mess he’d made of her. His wetness still streaming down her spread thighs, dripping liberally off her exposed, reddened arse.
But her legs had begun badly trembling, her exhausted body dragging against the shackles’ hard grip on her wrists — and suddenly John was here, holding her up. Supporting her full weight with one strong, gentle arm, while the other deftly unfastened the shackles, and drew down her wrists. Carefully pulling off the cloth, and then turning over one hand, and then the other, clearly examining them for any hint of damage.
Next he began smoothing the cloth against her, cleaning up his sticky, slippery mess with soft, silent intent. Working down Rosa’s back, stroking against her loose hair, and then moving to her arse, her legs, even down to where he’d somehow gotten it on herfeet.
