Maria arched and choked, her body clenching tight against him — and in return Simon laughed again, swirling his thumb inside, making her shudder and moan. And then he drew it away, the bastard, leaving her slick and empty and clamping at nothing — until his slippery thumb settled higher, nudging itself against her other secret place, and again sank itself smooth and easy inside.
Maria cried out this time, her exposed body shivering all over, and Simon again swirled his thumb deep, watching this, flaunting this. “Ach, you long for me to fill all your pretty holes,” he purred. “You wish to be stretched upon me until you gape open wide, ach?”
Maria’s nod was compulsive, frenzied, desperate, and she again heard Simon’s low, approving laugh. “Then beg me, woman. Speak of what you wish for.”
His thumb was still circling, opening her even wider upon it, and she moaned again, the sound far too loud in the otherwise hushed room. “I want you, Simon,” she gasped. “In me. Stretching me. Filling me.Please.”
“Ach, are you sure?” came his reply, taunting, maddening. “When you still no yet even show me all that is mine?”
Oh gods, the hunger was spiralling, shouting, and Maria sank her top half downwards to the fur, arching her bottom half up. Opening even more for him, displaying herself for him with brazen shamelessness, and Simon again huffed an approving laugh, his thumb swirling wide and deep.
“Better,” he murmured. “You now wish for my prick, hungry woman?”
“Yes,” Maria gasped. “Please, Simon.Gods, yes.”
Another low chuckle, a gentle little slap at her arse — and then, oh hell, something new nudged against her wide-open, dripping-wet heat. Something hard and huge and smooth, but alsocold— and when Maria whipped her head around to look, it wasn’t Simon. It was — his gift. The same size and shape, but nothim.
But it was still something, please gods, and Maria felt the pleasure spike and swirl as it parted her around it, sinking slow and easy inside. Without even a trace of resistance, steadily splitting her open upon it, deeper and deeper. So fucking good, so fierce and powerful and whole, and her gasp felt almost like a shout when it sank fully within, its wide base pressing flush against her skin.
“Pretty,” she heard Simon murmur behind her, soft, as he ground it deep — and then she felt him release the pressure, all at once. So that it smoothly slid out again, despite Maria’s desperate attempts to grasp at it, to hold it there. And gods, what must this look like, Simon’s stone birthing itself out of her swollen exposed heat, as a room full of orcs watched, and she trembled and moaned, the chaos stuttering higher, closer, please —
She felt the stone fall from her, heard it land in Simon’s waiting hand. Heard her empty body still clutching for it, pleading for it, the sounds thick and obscene — and felt Simon’s heavy huff of breath as the stone traced up her parted crease, just as his thumb had done. Seeking, swirling, settling in that same other place.
And as huge as it was, it was also slicked all over, and Maria felt herself open for it, for him, for the watching eyes all around. Felt it finding her, easy and gentle, waiting for her to accept it, to welcome it…
And she was,fuck, she was. Her arse raised and opened and splayed wide as Simon’s gift slowly but surely impaled her, cleaving her open upon it. As the whirling chaos slipped and skittered, winding tighter with every breath, with every slide of the stone driving into her. Until she felt it finally sink all the way home, the base caught firm against her arse, while her body choked and howled and braced against it, oh gods it was so much, too much, she needed more,more—
But Simon hadn’t moved, perhaps only watching this, seeing the streaks of wetness Maria could now feel slipping from her open, empty heat, down her parted thighs. And the craving was like fire, crackling and burning with agonizing intensity, and suddenly it smashed into the chaos, into an explosion of light and pure flying need —
“More, Simon,” Maria’s mouth was gasping, begging, all on its own. “More. Please. I beg you. Please, fill me. Now!”
The words rang through the room, bare and surely shameful, but all that mattered was the heavy huff of breath from her mate behind her, the affectionate approval of his laugh. “Hungry woman,” he murmured, husky. “You are sure of this?”
And gods curse him, bless him, because he was finally, finally there, his pulsing, powerful warmth prodding against Maria’s still-empty heat. And it was everything she needed in this moment,everything, and she felt it, revelled in it — and then thrust herself back upon him. Sucking his entire monster deep inside her with one furious, devastating stroke, while her scream rang through the room, his growl scraping hot and low beneath it.
“Wilful woman,” he rasped, even as clawed hands clutched her hips closer, impaling her tighter upon him. “It pleases you, to have two of my pricks filling you thus?”
The chaos was screeching, consuming everything, Maria’s voice, her thoughts, her thoroughly invaded body still driving back against him, craving his power, his hunger, his approval.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Simon, yes,yes!”
He laughed, even as he moaned, his strength swelling even fuller within her, and surely Maria had never been so consumed, soalive. And when purposeful hands reached for her upper half, yanking her bodily up against him, it was even stronger, fuller, her back pressed flush to his broad chest, his strength plunged deep inside. Maria’s entire heaving front displayed and bared, her breasts jiggling, her heat jammed full, as her mate’s head bowed into her neck, teeth scraping sharp, while two powerful fingers slid against her mouth, thrusting deep —
Maria’s scream felt like it shook the room, like the pleasure was a living breathing beast, rearing to life inside her. Like Simon’s teeth in her neck were her own, her own monster thrashing and raging for escape, flailing against the confines of her skin. And the freedom was here, in the utter perfect invasion of an orc, in his throat gulping her lifeblood, his fingers sunk deep into her gagging throat, his stone strength plunged like a weapon within her. And his living, mighty monster spewing its hot molten fire in a flashing, furious victory, flooding her with pulse after pulse of its flame, its honour, itsconquest.
But its victory was theirs, his and hers, without a whisper of defeat. It was something to be cherished, like the warm lips kissing gentle where sharp teeth had been, like the secret softness of the beast still curling within her. Like the fragrant musk already seeping between them, the sweet proof of their triumph, made real and alive and true.
And it only seemed fitting that Simon should bend her over the fur again, her arse raised and fully exposed, as the monster retreated. As he also drew out the strength of his still-invading stone, careful and easy. Nudging it free just as more proof of his taking spilled freely out from within her, as he displayed her, flaunted her. His fingers slipping easily into the gaping darkness he’d left behind, his deep voice groaning its low, reverent approval.
“You are mine, my Maria,” he whispered, as his hands finally slid away — and in a flare of movement, he’d caught her up against him, her sweaty, sated body curled against his skin. “You are all I have ever longed for, ach?”
Maria couldn’t seem to speak, but she clutched herself tighter against him, felt the heat of his exhale as warm lips brushed soft to her forehead. “All I could wish for,” he repeated, so quiet, so fierce. “All, my pretty, brave, pure one.”
He was walking now, and it felt just as lovely as the rest, his strength shifting against Maria, her ear pressed to his wildly beating heart. And when he settled her down again, onto the familiar furs of his bed, that was easy too, especially once his big body curled close, wrapping her up in his powerful arms.
“You are well, ach?” he whispered. “I no harmed you? Caused you shame, or fear, or pain?”
And suddenly Maria needed to see him, squirming against the furs to meet his eyes. To see the unease, and then to sweep it away with a hard shake of her head, an affectionate stroke of her hand along his strong stubbled jaw.
