Then another nearby orc spoke, earning another easy answer from Simon — and he yanked out of Maria’s mouth, swift and unexpected enough that it made a loud squelching sound, the saliva pooling down her chin. And when there was more laughter,mockingher, Simon indeed snapped back at it, his hand finally dropping to touch her, caressing at the mess on her face, streaking it wide.
“Ach, I ken you only envy this, Balgarr,” he said, so even, so cool. “You only wish I share her with you, ach?”
There were more voices, more laughter, most of it clearly in Simon’s favour, and he slowly slid himself in again, parting Maria’s lips around him, settling deep against her throat.
“But you ken,” he continued, without even a hitch in his voice, “this way, I no need to share, if I no wish. She reeks only of my scent, and leaks only my seed. And” — he grinned down at her, chilly, deadly — “since she has freely sworn her vow in ink, she seeks with great strength to please me, ach? She bears all that I should wish.”
Maria’s thoughts were wheeling, her heart thundering, her sucking mouth stuffed full of orc — and he again drew out, slow, all the way, popping from between her lips. And then — she shuddered all over — he slid down his hand, and gently circled it against herneck, holding her head still. While his other hand gripped his swollen, dripping heft, easy and casual — and then dragged it against Maria’sface. Moving with unhurried, taunting care, streaking her with him, coating her with him, smearing himself on her lips and nose and cheeks —
“See?” he said to the orc beside him, smug, satisfied, as he sank himself back deep between her parted lips, and drew all the way out again. “Now stand, woman. I wish to have you on your back.”
He’d waved a nonchalant hand toward the fur-covered table behind Maria, and gods, her face felt so hot it hurt, her trembly hand wiping at her dripping-wet cheek — but she was in this now, she was proving this to him. And beneath the determination, there was something even darker, something surely so shameful she couldn’t dare touch at it —
She jerked herself up to sit on the table, leaning back onto her unsteady elbows, as some distant silent part of her begged Simon to look, to approve. And he was looking, he was, but his eyes were still cool, challenging, utterly commanding.
“I can no fuck you thus, woman,” he said, glancing down toward her tightly joined legs. “Open for me. Here.”
Another wave of something dark and shameful flared in Maria’s belly, swirling even higher as he jabbed his clawed finger against the very edge of the table. Clearly meaning for her to slide forward again, so he could — so he could stand there at the side of it, and take her that way, so all these watching orcs could see.
Gods, Maria could barelythink— but her body was already obeying, her arse scooting closer to the table’s edge. But then she couldn’t seem to move any further, couldn’t do anything but blink up at Simon’s imperious eyes.
And as she stared, oh gods, something abruptly shifted in those eyes. Something brief, uncertain, watchful. Something…vulnerable.
“You wish for me, ach?” he said, and though he surely meant it to sound flippant, the lightness rang false in Maria’s ears. “You wish me to open you up, and pump you full of good Skai seed?”
There were grunts and hoots of affirmation from the orcs all around, but Maria scarcely heard them, because her eyes were fixed on Simon’s face. On where that uncertainty had fully vanished again, leaving only that self-assured coolness behind.
But yes, he was still there, it was stillSimonin the midst of all this — and suddenly it seemed to set the darkness loose, roaring free into Maria’s chest, smashing against all her shame. The hysteria, surely, it had to be — but it didn’t at all feel that way, not now. Not with the way her head was frantically nodding, her eyes fixed to this audacious orc, her body so hot it was burning alive…
And when Simon jabbed at the table again, black brows raised, Maria had to bite back a moan as she nodded again, and edged a little closer. And then, while a room full of jeering orcs watched, she held Simon’s gaze, yanked up her loincloth with shockingly eager fingers, and spread her legs wide.
“Yes, Simon,” she whispered, the words like dropping stones in the too-quiet room. “I want you to open me up, and flaunt me and claim me, and pump me full of your seed. Yourson.”
And gods, how she was actuallysayingthese things, her voice ringing through the taut silence, flashing something new across Simon’s watching eyes. Something that looked just as frenzied as she felt, something held together only by the merest threads…
“Ach, do you?” he breathed, a little too late, his corded throat convulsing, his gaze dropping to the sight between Maria’s spread-wide legs. “Then you shall open as wide as you can for me, and show me all I have bought.”
Of course he would go there, the utter asshole, and even as Maria twitched at that horrid wordbought, she felt the challenge of it, the smoke of the tinder, the sheer thrumming craving. The darkness, the power, thelonging.
So as a room of silent, vicious orcs watched, their collective gazes prickling all over Maria’s bare skin, she reached her tingling hands down between her parted thighs, found her slick swollen lips — and then spread them wide apart, just as Simon had asked. Obeying him, honouring him,flauntingherself for him.
She could see his throat convulsing again, his eyes locked on the sight — and then flicking, brief, to her face. And then away again, and Maria was almost sure she caught a stain of red, creeping up his cheeks, the heat lighting, catching, flaring…
And then, in a sharp, deadly jolt of movement, he was there. That slick, pulsing head pressing into where Maria had opened herself for him, and driving slow and deep inside. Further, and further, without stopping, hurling away the last of her resistance, impaling her whole upon him in one merciless, primal, powerful stroke.
His eyes held to hers as he did it, blazing, flashing, shouting — and fuck,fuck, this was everything, this was all that could ever be. To be filled with an orc’s shocking strength, to know beyond certainty that he was here with her, taking her, making her his own. And doing it while all the Skai watched in heavy silence, like it was another rite, a statement, a triumph. Acleansing.
And Simon knew it, holding himself like this, trapped deep inside, his bollocks pressing hard and full against Maria’s parted crease. While she distantly, vaguely realized she was gasping, trembling all over, her back arching, her bare breasts jiggling and heaving with the weight of her frantic, streaming hunger.
Simon just kept standing there, perfectly still, but for the beast still buried deep within her. A beast that was twitching and shuddering, swelling and leaking, while her stretched-open heat clamped back against him. Needing more, needing him more than anything else alive, but he wasn’t, he was waiting, until —
Maria’s release flashed and screamed, shrieking through her pinned flailing body, milking the mass of this orc jammed up inside her. While his eyes unmistakably fluttered, once, catching bare and meaningful to hers — and then he slowly, surely drew out, taking himself away from her, but only for a moment, only —
His slam inside felt like a blow, chattering Maria’s teeth, making her shiver and flail upon him — and then it came again, again, again. This massive orc pounding into her, meeting her writhing, shouting body with something almost like reverence, his eyes not once leaving hers, holding hers with a fierce, ferocious brightness. Needing this just as much as she did, this was beyond cleansing, beyond proving, it was —
And then, oh,fuck, it came. The sharp, furious blast of pleasure, spraying from the beast inside her, flooding her with its strength. Filling her with power and ecstasy and a wild screaming certainty, with a tilting whispering truth. Peace.Freedom.
And it kept ringing, shivering, even as Simon gently drew away. Showing these orcs what he’d done, what they’d done, made true in these streaming spurts of molten heat. And then even resting his hand there against her, as if to hold it in, as if wanting her to keep it, always.
