And no,no, he was already striding over, closing the space between them in three large steps, his gaze darting around at the floor with something that might have been surprise. And in one sharp movement, he reached toward Maria’s fur — and then yanked it off her entirely. Revealing her cold and quivering form beneath, clad only in that damned loincloth, her betraying hand still clamped tight and shameful between her spread thighs…
Maria squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for his laughter, his certain mockery — but beyond a soft, unexpected thump, nothing came. And when she risked opening one eye again, it was to the disconcerting, thoroughly unnerving sight of Simon —kneeling. Yes, kneeling beside the bed, so close, his eyes glittering in the candlelight.
Those eyes didn’t leave hers as his big hands slowly reached up, grasping for her legs — and then he yanked her bodily sideways, dragging her arse almost to the edge of the bed. And dragging her loincloth up with it, so that the sight between her legs was fully bared, directly before his eyes. And good gods, what was this, what was he doing, what would hesay…
“Show me,” he murmured, and Maria felt herself shiver all over, her shaky hand pressing tighter against the shame between her legs. Her fear sparking up bright and powerful, he was going to laugh, he would…
“Peace, woman,” he breathed, his hand spreading her thigh a little wider, his fingers nudging warm against the goose-pimpled skin. “I wish to see. Honour me.”
Honour him. And yes, yes, that had been the whole point of this utterabsurdity, and Maria was doing this, she didn’t care, shedidn’t…
So she yanked her trembling hand away, digging her fingernails into the fur beneath her — and then she lay there, mortified, legs spread wide, exposing the depth of her shame. Of her most secret place, fully invaded and owned, the flared stone locked firmly inside — while the other stone, previously hidden within her dripping clutching heat, slowly, brutally revealed itself. Nudging out smooth and obscene, breaching her from the inside out —
And it kept slipping out, bit by bit, surely coated all over in her slick. While Maria felt herself clenching desperately against it, uselessly fighting to keep it there — but only birthing it out faster, straight toward Simon’s watching eyes. Until its solid heft finally escaped her altogether, falling heavy into Simon’s waiting fingers.
Maria jolted at the loss of it, the sheer licking shame of it, her hands snapping up to her hot face — until she felt those warm fingers on her thigh carefully stroking, guiding her open wider. And then — she gasped — the slick rounded stone nudged her again, soft, gentle, seeking its way back inside.
Maria couldn’t look, couldn’t bear to — but there was something in the way it breached her this time, something in the warm huff of air on her skin as the stone sank steadily deeper. Breath by inevitable breath, pressure coiling and rising, emptiness filling with strength — until she could feel her traitorous lips closing around the stone’s rounded end, once again seating it fully within.
“Pretty,” Simon’s voice breathed, unexpected enough that Maria’s eyes flew open — and found, with a jolt of surprise, that he wasn’t even looking at her. That his eyes had fluttered shut, black lashes thick on his cheek, as he leaned in close, andinhaled.
“Again,” he whispered, the word a soft broken caress — and a wild, raging part of Maria nodded, andobeyed. Pushing against the stone with purpose this time, feeling it emerge hard and slick from inside her. A bare, humiliating proof of her depravity, prodding out into Simon’s waiting hand, while his hooded eyes watched with an almost feral intensity.
He slid the stone back inside without hesitation, harder and faster, thrusting her full — and she pushed it out faster too, meeting him, matching him. Seeing the answering quirk in his mouth, the faint flash of warmth in his watching eyes.
“Wilful woman,” he murmured, driving it in even harder — and this time he held it there, blocking its escape, making Maria feel it. Her ever-warming body clenching and gasping, convulsing against the callused skin of his hand, pooling steady slickness onto his huge palm…
At some point his eyes had found hers again, glinting fierce and dark, and she choked aloud as he slowly, gently drew out both stones, tossing them aside. And then he rose up over her, revealing that muscled bare chest, the rippled hardness of his abdomen, and then…that. The monster at his groin, jutting out thick and dangerous from above his pulled-down trousers.
“You shall take me now,” he breathed, hot, a promise. “All of me.”
Maria nodded, gasped, dragged in air — and she felt him exhale his approval, his eyes roving over her skin. Lingering on her face, her neck, her bared breasts, his clawed thumb rising to brush against a peaked nipple, his fingers skittering against her ribs.
And when a new hardness pressed against her swollen hungry heat, Maria was ready. Ready to relax, open, feel the slick delving head of him, soft and smooth andalive. Flexing and throbbing as it nudged its way deeper, parting her around it, piercing her upon it.
Simon’s black eyes had dropped to the sight, his hands shifting to grip at both Maria’s thighs, and he spread her wider, exposing her, laying her bare for his rapt, unblinking gaze. For the truth of this grey, veined, pulsing beast sinking into her, driving through her resistance with exquisite, powerful intent…
Maria quivered and gasped beneath him, her invaded, stretched-open heat convulsing and throbbing even tighter — but he didn’t slow, didn’t relent. Just kept plunging deeper, feeding her fuller and fuller of him, he was already halfway in, oh gods, oh…
Maria’s gasps had sharpened toward cries, her eyes fluttering, sweeping over the impossible, unimaginable sight. A massive, scarred, muscle-bound orc leaning down over her, his grey skin glimmering with sweat, his black claws digging into her thighs. His eyes blinking thick lashes against his cheek, his half-lidded gaze burning into her, as the jutting, juddering heft at his groin kept jamming into her, packing her full of hot orc-flesh and oozing wet slick. Splitting and stretching and squeezing, pressure and pain and unreal pleasure, all whirling and thronging in its wake —
And in one final blaring jolt, a deep grunt from his chest — he was in. His groin thrust up hard and flush against Maria’s, his heavy bollocks pulsing tight against her crease. And his monster fully vanished, vanquished, locked and clamped deep inside her frantically convulsing heat.
The sounds from Maria’s mouth were shocking, breaking through the room, and the rest of her was breaking too, writhing and clamping, stretched to her utter limit. Impaled full of massive bulging orc, an orc had truly rammedthatall the way into her, and the look on his watching face was suddenly jubilant, proud,approving.
“Ach, my pretty one,” he purred, as he slightly tilted his hips, moving Maria’s entire lower half with him. “It is good, ach?”
It is good. Good, to be punched full of orc-prick. To feel it shuddering within her very skin, pumping out its hot, wicked seed. To feel its slick head kissing at her, deep inside, finding the home for its leavings, its base swelling, sealing tight —
Simon howled as the seed sprayed, spurting out of him again and again, flooding Maria, consuming her. Pouring itself out so deep within her, deeper than anything she’d ever known, so deep it felt like he was seeping into her very soul —
And then she was the one shuddering, screaming her relief, her back arching, her peaked breasts aiming at the ceiling. While Simon groaned his steady approval, his big hands gripping her hips closer while she clamped and kissed against him, brazen, wanton,whole.
The ecstasy soared longer than it ever had before, as though needing to wring out every last pulse and clench and gasp. Needing this orc to keep looking at her like that, his eyes shining black and deep, his lashes still fluttering, his sharp white tooth biting hard against his lip…
“Ach,” he breathed, tilting his head back, his stubbled throat visibly convulsing. “This was good, ach?”
And in the still-shivering chaos, the sheer unreality of this moment, Maria was — nodding.Nodding, agreeing with him, lost in him — and Simon caught that, his eyes flaring on hers, his chest heaving out a slow, thick exhale.
