Maria whimpered, her body prickling and shivering all over — and abruptly Simon released her hands, and leaned back slightly on his bed. Raising a heavy eyebrow at her, that familiar bitter mockery playing on his lips.
It was a challenge,again, but suddenly, lost in the chaos, Maria didn’t care. Didn’t care if her own shocking fingers were again caressing her own breast, flicking and pinching her own nipple. Or if her other hand, even more depraved than the first, slipped down over her coarse dark hair, brushing against her swollen, throbbing heat.
Simon was watching it, his eyes intense and unmoving, his claws rubbing at the shadow of stubble on his jaw. “More,” he breathed. “I show them more than this.”
Them. The alarm flared brief and bright, skittering past Maria’s thoughts — and in its wake, there was more mockery on Simon’s mouth, more grim satisfaction. As if he knew, as if he’d defeated her, and he wasn’t, hecouldn’t,no—
So in a gust of wild, breathless courage, Maria jerked forward, closer, grasping for his huge smooth shoulders — and then clambered up, and knelt on hislap. Or rather, perched precariously on his spread thighs, her own thighs thrust wide, her groin open and blatantly exposed between them...
Simon’s black eyelashes fluttered, once, but he didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t make any attempt to touch her. Only sat back and watched her like that, waiting, challenging,judging.
And Maria would earn his approval, shewould— so she braced one hand on the strength of his shoulder, took a gulping breath. And then, while an orc sat there and watched, she slipped her other hand back down between her own spread-open legs, and sank a single finger slow and smooth inside.
It felt hot, swollen, abominably slick, and Maria moaned at the feel of it, the faint hint of relief in the touch — but far louder was Simon’s growl, husky and deep. And his hands, his hands were sliding up her thighs, so warm, so easy — and then tugging her a little closer, tilting her toward him, providing a better view for his judgement…
“No enough,” he murmured, though his gaze was intent on the sight, on Maria’s long, audacious, wet-slicked finger now slipping in and out of her swollen folds. “More than this.”
Oh, hell, and Maria gulped more air, shifted her weight, and —nodded. And then brought down her other hand, only slightly trembling, to open herself wider, further apart. And then, slow, deliberate,unthinkable, she took two fingers this time, and sank them up deep inside.
Fuck. It felt better, more like relief, but it most assuredly wasn’t. Not with this orc’s glinting eyes watching like that, not with one of his huge hands slipping up her thigh, and palming at her bare arse. Tilting her hips out even further, showing him more, and oh gods what did he see, what was hethinking—
“Better,” he breathed, “but no yet enough. You have” — his mouth twisted into a smirk — “seen my prick, ach?”
And damn him, but of course the words snapped Maria’s eyes downwards, to where that waiting beast had somehow come abominably, breathtakingly close. Swollen to a truly shocking length and width, ridged and bulging with veins, the deep slit oozing a steady stream of white down into the mass of black hair below…
And as Maria stared, struck still at the sight, it actually bobbed out toward her. Almost as if reaching for her, longing for her, wanting to seek its way inside. And it was quite possibly the most arousing vision of Maria’slife, an orc’s massive twitching monster, brazenly threatening to find her, to fill her, to conquer her for its own…
But Simon himself still wasn’t moving, was still watching her, still with that mocking curve on his lips. Still waiting, wanting, judging.No yet enough, he’d said…
So Maria shuddered, nodded, breathed — and then opened herself wider, swirled all four fingers against her slick, dripping heat. And then — ohhell— she slowly sank them up inside, careful, tight, hot,delicious.
Her moan was reflexive, far too loud in the taut silence, and as she pressed deeper, she could feel the tightness slipping into pain — but Simon was watching, his throat swallowing, hard enough that she could hear it. And there was no mockery in his eyes now, not even judgement, and Maria pushed deeper, breathing through the resistance, he had to see, hehadto approve…
“Pretty,” he murmured, the single word a hard, flashing thrill up her shivering spine. “It pleases you to be filled, ach?”
Maria nodded, the shame rapidly bubbling and churning, while distant memories swarmed of the loneliness, the craving, and her own ever-more-drastic measures to abate it. Leaving her alone and gasping in bed, brutally and painfully sated for the time being, until the next empty night, and…
“Good,” Simon purred, the word another sharp flare of pleasure, of wild hitching relief. And his eyes were pleasure too, suddenly, warm and approving, enough to chase away the memories, the shame…
“But,” he continued, husky, “I yet fill you more than this. Ach?”
His hand had slipped down to brush against Maria’s knuckles, nudging her fingers deeper inside, choking an instant, broken moan from her throat — but she was nodding again, shameful, shivering. “I know,” she whispered. “I — I’ll try. To please you.”
But the hardness flicked back through his eyes, his head shaking, slow. “You need learn,” he breathed. “This is notry. It is nogame. I speak, you listen, andobey. You open for me. You face pain and fear. Youworshipat my altar. You learn this,dothis, and earn my good cleansing.”
Good gods. Something was rattling and writhing deep inside, but those hard steady eyes kept holding hers, speaking his truth, his safety. “When I wish to fuck,” he continued, his voice rising, “youdothis. In your womb. In your throat. In yourrump. You obey me, and honour me. You seek to cover the shame you bring me!”
Oh.Oh. And in this shocking moment, sitting so deeply exposed upon her own fingers, with these shocking words spilling deep and harsh from this watching orc’s mouth — Maria should have indeed been shocked. Subdued. Ashamed.Defeated. He’d just threatened her with fear and pain, she would take him in her throat and herrump, she wouldworshiphim…
“You follow now, wilful woman?” he asked, his mouth a thin line. “Nowyou run, ach?”
He’d even waved her away, his claws flicking cold and casual toward the door. As though all this had meant nothing to him, her showing him such shameful secret things, him judging, approving,good…
But his eyes. So hard, so bitter, so…broken. As if this had broken him, and maybe not only this, maybe this was just one of many breakings. And Maria followed that, she’dlivedthat, sheunderstood…
And it was hysteria, surely,surely— but in this moment, maybe Maria didn’t want more secrets, more defeat. Maybe she wanted to be bared, and flaunted, and brought to the light. Maybe shewantedto worship, and obey, and be…cleansed.
So she slowly drew her fingers free, lifted her chin, and held those bitter, defeated eyes. And as Simon blinked at her, his head tilting, his brow furrowing, she shifted forward upon him. Moved up, closer, there, oh godsthere…
