“Open for your Skai,” he ordered her, his hardness now shuddering close against her, seeking its way inside. “Taste me. Milk me.Suckle. Ach?”
Maria was writhing, dragging for air, and still nodding. Yes, yes,gods, yes, and that slick swelling heft was already pressing forward, driving deeper and deeper, spreading her wider and wider. Feeling even more massive than it ever had before, stretching her around its width, tighter and tighter until he’d slowed to a stop, the pressure wincing and dancing across her fluttering eyes —
“Ach, she is full,” said another voice, from far away. “This is all you shall get, with yourgreat prick.”
There was more laughter from above, and then a thick grunt from Simon, a hard flex of the solid flesh jammed up into Maria’s taut heat. “Ach, no,” he said, breathless, and Maria felt his invading pole draw out slightly, the faintest of reprieves in the chaos. “I am only gentle with her, ach? She has learnt to suckle my full prick. She has learnt the joy of a Skai, sunk to the bollocks in her fat, ripe womb. She has learnt how tohonourme. Ach, my pretty one?”
Yes,yes, and Maria nodded as she fought to relax, to welcome him. As her hands wrenched out of his gentle grip, fluttering to clutch at his broad back, to yank him closer, harder, please,now—
He chuckled, low and indulgent, as his eyes dropped to the sight between them. To his veined, visibly vibrating hardness, swelled larger than Maria had ever seen it, jutting halfway up inside her. Pulsing its slick heat into her, preparing her, easing his way…
And when he bore down again, driving his way inside, Maria smoothly, willingly took it. Gasping and choking at the mingled shock and pleasure, at the jagged sparking streams of warmth, at how the whole world kept curling tighter, wrapping closer, condensing down to this. To her mate’s massive pole of a prick, ramming into her, splitting her as wide as she would go. Her body furiously writhing and clamping, punched full of rutting orc, consuming her, owning her,honouringher —
And in one last, breathless thrust, he sank all the way home. His huge, bulging bollocks shoved deep into Maria’s parted crease, his massive cock seated full and hot within. And Maria was shrieking, howling, arching up beneath him, needing his rut, his power, hisecstasy.
“Please, Simon,please,” she babbled, begged, her prickling fingers yanking him tighter against her. “More.More.”
His jerky nod was sheer, trammelling relief, his hands shifting to grip at Maria’s hips. And then he drew back, dragging himself out, slow, agonizing — and then plunged in again. Splitting her, skewering her whole upon him, and Maria shouted and kicked and flailed, oh fuck, oh gods, oh please…
He did it again, harder this time, hurling himself against her, his hips slamming, his eyes rolling back. And then again, and again, driving her shouts higher and shriller, taking her, claiming her, owning her, cleansing her, his Skai, his mate,his—
And with one more deep, gouging plunge, the proof of it soared, and shattered. Simon’s roar rumbling as he spurted out within her, pumping her full of his fierce, fiery approval.
Maria’s entire body had curled up with the power of it, clinging to him as the ecstasy swung and swerved — but even lost in the chaos, there was still something else. Something more, in the way Simon was dragging his still-pulsing hardness out of her, and watching the resulting mess with something that might have been satisfaction, or hunger, or both.
“You no ken we are done, ach?” he growled at her, his voice husky and hot. “You no ken a pretty, ripe woman like you escapes a Skai rut with only this?”
There were grunts and hoots of appreciation beyond them, but Maria’s full attention was locked on Simon, on that certain challenge in his eyes. “Then give me more,” she choked, her hands again clutching and clawing at him, fighting to drag him closer. “Please.”
And oh gods, he was already doing it. Already grasping her thighs, tilting them up and back, so that he might better access the next empty part of her. The part of her that was already twitching in anticipation, and soaking wet from the still-streaming slick above it.
“Ach, you shall have more,” Simon purred, promised, as that rounded head settled there, slow and purposeful. “Suck me deep into your rump. Milk out more good seed from me. Ach?”
Yes, yes, Maria would, everything,yes— and as he once again impaled her flailing, convulsing body upon him, it was almost like rapture, like delirium. Like euphoria had unfurled itself within her, swerving and swiving and shrieking, and all she could do was open wide, welcome it, fly with it into the deep.
And if it was shameful to be ploughed like this, dripping and screaming, struck full of pounding orc, Maria didn’t notice. Didn’t care. Only arched and wept and begged, while the pleasure pummelled again and again. While her orc once again poured her full of him, his black hair loose around his head now, flying back as he arched and strove and howled his release to the sky.
And when he drew out again, leaving more bubbling slick in his wake, pouring out of both gaping-open places at once — the blaze only shot brighter, the chaos crashing white behind Maria’s eyes. Her mouth wailing and pleading, her hands raking at her deadly, rutting orc as he next eased up over her, straddling her waist. As he then gripped both her jiggling breasts with his huge clawed hands, crushing them close together — and then slowly, smoothly, slid his still-dripping heft tight between.
Fuck,fuck, the sight of him, the scent of him, so close, hurling Maria ever deeper into the abyss — and when he sprayed out again, painting her neck and her face with yet more of him, there was only pride, primal and raw, so potent that Maria’s furious fluttering hands slipped into it, rubbing it against her, coating herself in its truth. Needing more, aching for more, her tongue now frantically licking off her slick fingers — and thank the gods Simon gave her more, easing further up over her, stroking himself with an easy clawed hand. While his other hand slid a finger into Maria’s mouth, pulling it wide open, so he could spray even more bounty down into her waiting, eager throat.
Maria gulped back every last drop, even as she begged for more, the chaos wailing and wheeling — but then stuttering as Simon put his hand to her mouth. Holding his fingers there, firm against her sticky lips, in a silent command that she instantly obeyed, her voice breaking to silence, her soaking, reeking, dripping body jittering to stillness under his touch.
“Only once more, my hungry one,” he murmured at her. “I must no push you too far, ach? Must no lose you, or break you. Must keep you whole, andsafe. At peace.”
Oh. Something new burned through Maria’s trembling body, something that drew yet another hoarse, helpless moan from her mouth. Something that made her tingling hands grasp once more for him, yanking him close — and he came easily this time, without a trace of resistance in his huge, powerful form. Only understanding her, knowing her, as he knelt over her, slipped his legs back between hers, and sank home, one more time.
But it was quiet this time, easy, sweet. It was him once more finding the place he’d already claimed and filled. Him first and last, he’d told her about the rut that day, and Maria desperately clung to him, drinking up this final dropping truth, the whispering certainty amidst the maelstrom. Her mate making her his, in every possible way, before all his clan — and now finishing it. Writing it, swearing it, just as strong as his contract, his Enforcing. His. Skai.
And when his skittering lips found Maria’s wildly pulsing neck, she tilted her head, dragged him closer. And then arched up, gasped her relief, as sharp teeth sank deep, his throat convulsing in tandem with the fluid, familiar drive of his hips against her. His. Skai.
The pleasure whirled up steady and smooth this time, spinning Maria around it, securing her in the sheer magnitude of his devotion, hissafety. Holding her here, drinking her lifeblood in reverent gulps as he eased in and out of her, as though she were something perfect, private, precious. As though this was his vow, sworn with seed and teeth, with an orc on his knees, with the fear and longing and blessing flaring full and fulfilled between them.
The relief flashed like thunder, like a thudding blow into the earth. With Maria once again crying out, arching against her mate, while the spasms shot out in wave after furious wave. While Simon drove deep once more, his huge, rutting beast swelling even fuller, as if locking her there, stretched and skewered and exposed, nearly enough to break —
And thenhebroke. His howl roaring through the trees, his face contorted with vicious pleasure, as his clamped-tight heft seized again and again, pumping Maria full of hot molten ecstasy. Owning her, marking her inside and out, flooding her with his scent, his power, hisvictory.
And then, finally, all was quiet. The earth beneath, the sky above, the witnesses all around. Until finally Simon hauled in a thick, shuddering breath, and carefully drew up and away. His huge body slightly trembling, his mouth smeared with red, his hazy eyes dark and intent on Maria’s face.
