There. That huge, dripping hardness finally,finallynudging at her, swelling its slick head against her wide-open, desperately clenching heat. And Simon’s eyes suddenly looked just as exposed as she felt, blown-out and snapped wide, locked on the screeching truth of this moment —
“Maria,” he croaked. “You shall —”
“Do this,” Maria gasped, around her dragging breaths, because fuckinghell, he felt good. That hot, slick, slippery-smooth head of him, shuddering and vibrating hard against her hungry open warmth…
“Honour you,” she managed, her eyelids fluttering. “Cleanse you. Cleanseme.”
Simon’s eyes widened again, his throat audibly convulsing, and his inhale was jagged, hoarse. “Maria,” he whispered, and this time it sounded almost pleading, almost… a prayer. As if this was her altar too, it was something to be revered, to be wanted. To beworshipped.
That huge heft was still shuddering, swelling even fuller and hotter against her. Just beginning to seek deeper, to spread her swollen lips open around it — and already Maria was gasping, groaning, choking. Fuck, it was big, it was bigger than anything she had ever putnearthere — but it was also silken, smooth, coated all over with that slick spurting white. And when she took a breath, settled herself a little deeper, she could feel it pumping up within her, soaking her even more, easing its way…
And it kept easing, ever so gently, breath by breath. Spreading her wider and wider apart around that smooth seeking head, slowly betraying the true strength of its huge, ever-growing heft, opening, stretching, breaching —
Maria’s body was wildly clamping and clenching, fighting it even as she sought to welcome it, and she had to pause, suck back air, fight to relax, breathe,open. But there was somehow no panic, not even a taste of it, not even with an orc’s massive cockhead jutted up just inside her, steadily soaking her with its juices. Only the bright disbelief in Simon’s still-blinking eyes, and the desperate, streaming need for more…
And yes, she could take more, she wanted more, she would honour him — so she sank down a little deeper. Gasping at the full width of him now, stretching her fully taut and open around its hot invading strength. Just beginning to tease at danger, at pain, and she gulped in air, sought more calm, more ease. Breathing into it, into him, and she distantly realized he was breathing too, deep and shuddering, his eyes now locked on the sight, on his body locking into hers…
“Good,” his voice bit out, the word a single rumble of heat. “More.”
Fuck. Maria choked, nodded, and somehow thrust down further, wrenching him deeper. Hurling out the first real sparks of pain, her breath sucking in between her teeth — but she was honouring him. Fucking him. Cleansing.
And gods, his eyes, the scent of him, the impossible agonizing onslaught of his still-sinking cock, filling her, drilling against her core. Plunging into the breach he was making, pumping her emptiness with slick and heat and longing, so full and so forceful and she was straining, shouting, she was going to split in two —
The ecstasy flashed and screamed, clutching and clamping at the beast inside her, bolting it fast, breaking it — and with a hard, juddering flare, itruptured. Pouring into her with molten liquid pleasure, spurting and spewing deep within, flooding the last of her empty spaces with his heat, his power, hiscleansing.
The relief burned from Simon’s throat in a howl, his head thrown back, his scarred cheeks flushed with sweat. His hands clamping tight on Maria’s hips, holding her there upon him, while that beast inside her kept pumping, filling, emptying. Until she could feel it straining one last time, shuddering deep — and then settling again, slightly softening, finally spent.
And suddenly Maria felt spent too, her whole body sagging down against him — but her eyes couldn’t seem to stop looking, searching. Sweeping over Simon’s sweat-drenched chest and shoulders, his convulsing throat, the deepening hint of a beard on the flexing joint of his jaw…
And then, finally, his eyes. His eyes, slowly blinking at her, looking dazed, heated,warm. Glinting with something almost like indulgence, or amusement, or perhaps even…approval.
“Wilful woman,” he murmured, his voice so slow, so smooth. “Soon, you shall learn to take all of me, ach?”
Soon. And the single, exquisite thrill of that promise soared above all the rest, beyond even that nagging hint of Maria’s failure to do so this time, or the increasing soreness between her legs. Or the way a thick, slippery white heat had begun seeping from between their still-locked bodies, streaking down her trembling thighs.
But Simon’s eyes had flicked downwards, a trace of an actualsmileplaying on his full lips, and his clawed hand on her hip slipped around, spreading wide against her belly. Which somehow looked fuller than before, almost as if engorged with his strength, and his seed. And soon…
The thought of that was finally enough to set the panic rattling again, distant and blunted inside — until a gentle hand brushed against Maria’s chin, tilting it up. Making her meet his eyes again, locking her safe within them, just as his strength still locked her safe below…
“Peace, woman,” he said, low, soothing. “You are weary. Rest now.”
Maria’s hand had somehow fluttered toward him, finding that sweat-slicked chest, the familiar thud of that powerful heartbeat. Enfolding her in its comfort, its safety, even as big capable hands drew her closer, downwards, onto soft whispering furs, intopeace.
“Rest now,” the voice repeated, just as soft as the furs. “Sleep. Seek to grow me a son.”
And with a deep, contented breath, Maria nodded, closed her eyes… andobeyed.
10
When Maria blinked awake the next morning, she found herself lying sprawled on a soft bed, covered in warm, cozy furs. Someone had lit a candle, a low shirring sound curled through the air, and she felt languid, relaxed, and…
Wet. Very, very wet.
Her eyes snapped open, her hand jerking downward — and good gods, she wasnakedunder these furs, and her thighs werecoatedin thick stickiness, and that was because —
She squeezed her eyes shut, and dragged in one heavy breath, and another. Yes, she had come to Orc Mountain. Yes, she had signed a contract. And yes, she had fucked an orc —thatorc. And now…
Her hands reflexively slipped to her belly under the fur, feeling, searching —didit feel rounder than yesterday? — and when she pressed down against it, she felt a sudden, shocking surge of wet heat gushing from between her legs. Good gods, she’d truly fucked an orc, he’d drenched her with his — hispersonal effluents, and, and —
