Andsurelyit was the hysteria, now. Rising like a devouring beast, swallowing Maria up, leaving only darkness and rage behind. A rage that somehow — impossibly — lurched her forward, the rest of the way, into this terrifying orc. Into his blood and violence and mockery, so she could grasp at his groin, and grip her hand around the beast waiting beneath.
And of course, he was already hard. Swollen vicious and hungry, the predictable lech, just as she’d somehow known he would be…
“Like this, asshole?” she hissed back at him, incredulous,furious. “This is what you want from me, after youabandonme here all day, while you go off andmurdersomeone?!”
Something feral and malevolent blazed through Simon’s black eyes, a deep growl rippling from his mouth — and then his forceful hands grabbed Maria, and the world juddered sideways. Shifting and swirling, rising and falling, thrusting her face-down onto the bed, on her hands and knees. While hard clawed fingers yanked her legs wide, thrust up her tunic and her loincloth, exposing her bare and open and quivering before his raging watching eyes.
“Ach,” his voice gritted out behind her. “And you no judge me, woman, foryouwish for this also!”
And fuck the utter bastard, because he was gripping tighter on her thighs, yanking her further apart. And that hot, slick, pulsating hardness had already settled there, finding its place against her, huge and brutally uncompromising, while Maria gasped and arched and moaned —
“Ach?” he snarled, holding it there, pulsing, swelling, seeping its warm liquid inside. “You wish for this?”
Maria’s thoughts were wildly spiralling, her hungry heat shuddering and clamping against him, fighting for more,more— and helaughed, cold and mocking and cruel. “Ach?” he repeated, nudging just a little deeper, and Maria felt herself groan, her hips angling up, her body desperately convulsing, pleading, oh gods, oh please, hehadto still want her…
“Ach, woman?” he demanded. “You wish to be filled and used by orc you callmurderer?!”
And Maria was nodding,nodding. Even as the vision of Ulfarr flashed again through her thoughts, together with the memories of Kesst, of Tristan. The lovers Simon hadreallywanted, she was only a woman he’d bought…
“Ach?” Simon barked at her, his voice sending a hard shudder down Maria’s already-trembling back. “Speak, woman! You wish for this?”
There was no possible way to lie, to hide the shame, not now, not with the truth of him there, taunting her,wantingher. “Yes,” she choked, desperate, craving. “Gods, yes.”
For a single, hanging instant, all was still — and then Simon drove inside with shocking, breathtaking force. Slicing in straight and deep, slamming those swollen bollocks hard below. Wringing a shrill, helpless whimper from Maria’s mouth, her body suddenly invaded and owned, at the utter mercy of a huge, punishing orc.
He ground inside for a breath, as though to make her feel it, tomockher with it, while she shuddered and clamped against him — and then he yanked out again. Holding himself just at the trembling edge of her, perhaps watching this, savouring this — before slamming back inside again, brutal, merciless.
“Still?” he hissed at her, his hands yanking her hips back harder against him, pinioning her even deeper upon his strength. The sheer sensation scattering all conscious thought into emptiness, so pure and potent that it took Maria far too long to follow what his question meant. Still. Did she still wish for this now.
And she nodded, yes,yes, as her impaled body clutched tighter against the hot flesh jammed inside it. Quivering upon him, milking him, craving him, and it was impossible that she should still want this, appalling,unthinkable—
But she did. She did, even when Simon drew out again, and slammed in hard enough to make her teeth chatter. And then again, and again, setting up a ruthless, powerful rhythm, fierce and raw and punishing. Using Maria as he pleased, as an object, apurchase, and somewhere in the whirling senseless chaos there was Ulfarr again, his words sounding so sure, sotrue.
There is naught binding you to us. Beyond the Skai’s deep need to spill our seed into the tightest hole…
And behind her Simon was grunting, hard and guttural, once again buried to the hilt — and Maria could feel the seed spraying, flooding her, drenching her deep inside. Done, he was done already, and beneath the inexplicable disappointment there was also relief, settling shaky into her chest. Maybe he would be calm again now, maybe he would be pleased with her, maybe he would explain, or even give her one of his damned rewards…
But there was no praise, no explanation, no hint of a reward — and not even a softening of those hard, powerful hands gripping Maria’s hips. The beast inside her was still fully swollen too, still stretching her tight around it, giving no respite, no relief —
Until he yanked all the way out, sudden and harsh, leaving Maria shivering, exposed, empty. Except, of course, for the gush of thick liquid she could feel already surging, pouring from where he’d opened her, bought her,usedher…
And then — Maria froze all over — she felt himthere. Felt slick, hot strength prodding further up, at that shameful, hidden pucker of heat. In the place where she’d used his tools, yes — but she’dneveractually done such a thing with another living person before. And most certainly not with something so intimidating as this, oh gods…
“Still?” Simon’s rough voice demanded, almost taunting, and somewhere deep in the dregs of Maria’s brain, she knew she should say no. Knew this was where the line should be, at least for today, judging by the way he’d just taken the rest of her…
But again, somehow, she nodded. Yes. Yes.This.
His grunt was deeper this time, surely hinting at his approval, his regard. And yes, that was exactly what Maria wanted, what she craved more than anything else in this utter disaster of a day. She needed Simon’s approval, his taking, hiscleansing, even if he was amurderer. And what did that mean, what did that make her, how hysterical had she truly become…
Because there wasreliefin this, in the way that hardness was lingering, feeling, seeking. Not punching in, like he had below, but perhaps knowing the danger in this. The risk. The trust.
But even so, the feel of his heft jutting against her was truly shocking, impossibly huge. Like an immutable barrier Maria somehow couldn’t seem to scale, no matter how desperately she sought to breathe, to relax. To open for him, to welcome him, like she had below, she needed to please him,neededhis cleansing…
The pressure increased, and she felt that slick roundness seeking deeper, widening her — but it was so much, too much, her muscles strained and tense, cold sweat trickling down her back.
“You swore to open this for me,” came Simon’s voice, dark and deadly behind her, as that invading heft nudged harder against her. “To use the tools I gave you. Youlieto me, in this?”
Maria’s body froze again, tightening its barrier against him, her breath shuddering out of her lungs. “I — I didn’t lie,” she gasped, her voice hoarse. “I tried, I did. I want this, want you. Want tohonouryou.”
