And when Killik had said it again, earlier that very night… Rathgarr hadn’t balked at the idea, had he?You were to make me weep?he’d asked, with that odd smile on his mouth.And beg?
But… really? Rathgarr reallywantedthat?Rathgarr?! Just the way Abjorn had?!
But as Geva kept searching his shifting eyes, his slowly reddening face, she was suddenly, powerfully sure of it. He… wanted that from her.
And he was… trusting her with this. Baring himself like this.It is not easy. I learnt very well to keep my secrets close.
I held the power in this, for once. And though you could have taken this from me, you never did. You made this… safe.
Oh.Oh. And he was still waiting, still standing here stiff all over, looking at her with that fear shifting in his eyes. As if he expected her mockery, or her contempt, or her judgement, her refusal…
But looking back up at him, at her stunning powerful mate, offering himself like this, so clearly showing his trust in her, showing her what she’d earned… there was only hunger. Craving. Anticipation.
Something new.
“I thought you’d never ask, handsome,” she murmured. “Now make yourself ready for me. At once.”
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For a breath, there was only stillness. Choked, dangling stillness, in which Rathgarr stared at Geva, his body utterly unmoving, the redness darkening across his cheeks.
But then he ducked his head, and — nodded. Nodded, oh gods, as he silently lurched toward the bed, and began stripping off the wet sheets. And then — a strange, stilted affection quivered through Geva’s chest — he fumbled for his pack, yanked out a clean blanket, and smoothed it out over the bed. Because of course her clever mate wouldn’t travel without a set of fresh linens, would he?
“Good boy,” Geva murmured, once he’d finished — and in return he instantly stilled, and whirled around to face her with wide, searching eyes. Almost as if he thought she might be mocking him, but she gave him a soft, genuine little smile, and reached to gently caress at his arm. “Thank you, love. Now, I want you to undress for me.”
He again twitched all over, but then nodded, swift and jerky, as he began fumbling at his cloak, and then his tunic. Tossing them onto the nearby chair, and then loosening his belt, kicking off his boots. And when he finally dropped his trousers, he was already huge and hard and copiously dripping, jutting out hungry and betraying toward her.
Geva hissed without quite meaning to, becausegods, he was gorgeous. Standing here with his massive, beautiful grey body entirely on display, from his long, shining black hair, to his muscled arms and powerful abdomen, to his big, hairy thighs. And most mouthwatering of all, that thick, dripping cock, stabbing straight out of him, over those huge, bulging bollocks.
“Very nice, love,” Geva said, her eyes sweeping up and down, lingering, ogling as she wished. And then, in an odd burst of daring, she slowly walked around him, trailing her fingertips very lightly against his skin, feeling him shiver beneath her touch. As her eyes just kept looking, drinking him up, catching on his gorgeous hair, on the broad muscle of his back, on that firm, rounded arse.
When she came back around again, his face was even redder than before, but his full lips were parted, and the whiteness was dangling from him in a long, thick string. And gods, thesightof that, and Geva couldn’t resist dropping her hand to catch it, feeling its slick heat sticking against her fingers… and then, before she’d quite realized it, she raised her sticky hand up toward him, brushing its wetness against his parted lips.
“Now taste it for me, love,” she breathed. “Is it sweet enough, do you think? Are you being a good orc boy, and making your very best seed for me?”
And oh, the way he groaned, his eyes wildly fluttering, as he fervently sucked her nearest finger into his mouth. And then the next, and the next, all hot suction and long swirling tongue, sweet and eager against her skin.
And when she gently plucked her fingers away, raising her brows toward him, she could see him struggling to draw in air, his chest powerfully heaving. “A-ach,” he finally rasped, in answer to her previous question. “It is — good. Fresh. For you.”
His face was now redder than Geva had ever seen it, and she reached up to pat his hot cheek, giving him a soft, appreciative smile. “Good boy,” she murmured back. “Now, why don’t you lie down, and make some more for me? Show me how gorgeous you are, when you’re milking out my good seed?”
His groan was again long and guttural, and he instantly lurched to the bed, dropping himself heavily down onto his back upon it. His hand already finding his swollen length, circling tightly around it, pumping up as he arched and groaned —
But Geva gently slapped his hand, snapping him to utter stillness, his eyes wide and again panicked on hers — but she was still smiling at him, so fond, as she eased onto the bed too, settling between his knees, guiding them apart. “Easy there, sweet boy,” she purred at him. “No blowing your full load until I tell you. I said, I wanted a show, hmmm?”
She drew his legs a little wider apart, and oh, he wasn’t resisting, just spreading those huge thighs as she wished — so she kept going, holding his watching, shimmering eyes, as she raised his knees up and wide, showing her everything, everything, between. Not just his leaking heft and swollen bollocks, but also the darkness below, the quivering clutch of heat…
“Better,” she choked, as she looked, drinking it in, the sight of his huge powerful body so opened, so bared, so… vulnerable. “Now, touch. Both hands.”
At that, there was a ghost of a smile on his mouth, surely recalling the familiarity of that command — but yes, he was dropping both hands, one settling more gently against his dripping length, the other curving around his heavy bollocks below.
“Better,” Geva said again, with an approving caress at his trembling, upraised thigh beside her. “Soft, at first. I want you seeking. Stroking yourself. Awakening yourself for me.”
His groan was hard and sustained, but he nodded, biting his lip, as he kept stroking, slow and smooth. One hand’s fingers easing up and down his length, oozing out more drizzling white onto his belly, while the other massaged his bollocks below, firm and familiar. As if this really was how he did it when he was alone, how he milked and coaxed out his seed…
“Very good, love,” she said, breathless, as her own swollen-feeling groin caught and clenched. “Now show me more. Show me how you work in earnest for it.”
And yes, yes, he was nodding again, his eyes squeezing shut, as his big hands moved faster, harder. Sweeping further up, and further down, one long finger seeking deeper between his thighs, while another settled onto his leaking slit, nudging downwards, almost as if to slip inside. While that sticky shiny white kept spluttering out around it, spattering his hand in an ever-increasing film of dripping fluid, and oh, Geva had never seen anything so stunning, so spellbinding, in her life.
