Chapter 42

Killikrounded on Ulfarr and Louisa with his eyes flashing, the growl burning from his throat.

"What is this?" he demanded at them. "And what did I tell you" — he pointed his dagger toward Ulfarr's face — "about running off alone thus!"

Louisabalked and stiffened all over, her heart pounding — gods, not this again, already — but then she blinked. Stared. Because was Ulfarr… smiling? Smiling, at Killik, and then reaching his big arm to circle around Killik's waist, and drawing him close.

"There you are, pup," he murmured, as he bent his head and pressed a kiss to Killik's hair, dangerously close to the blade of the dagger still in his topknot. "Knew not where you went, this morn."

Foran instant, Killik looked nearly as astonished as Louisa felt — but then he jabbed his dagger toward Ulfarr again, waving it before his eyes. "Hunting!" he retorted, though his voice was less sharp than before. "You ken it is always hunting, you great witless mongrel!"

Louisablinked again — had she ever heard Killik insult Ulfarr before? — but Ulfarr was still smiling, and even snapping his teeth at Killik's tall pointed ear. "Ach, and now you have caught your prey, pup," he said, as he glanced over Killik's head, and quirked his smile toward Louisa. "What shall you do with it next?"

Louisa'sheart skipped a beat, because, oh, gods, it was again thatUlfarr. The easy, commanding Ulfarr, and he was even teasing Killik, and — and teasing her. And he liked it when Killik twitched and spluttered like that, and waved his dagger back at him, nearly close enough to nick the tip of his nose.

"Oh, you ken what I shall do next," Killik shot back, and he'd even settled his dagger against Ulfarr's mouth, kissing its sharpened tip at his lips, before trailing it down toward his throat. "I shall truss it up, and drain it, and make it scream."

Oh, hell. They didn't mean this, they weren't doing this, not here, not now, not in the middle of the woods like this — but Killik was already pulling at the chain of Ulfarr's belt, drawing it out slow and brazen from around his waist. And beneath Ulfarr's trousers, Louisa could see him… twitching. Swelling. Even as Killik's other hand kept nudging the dagger at Ulfarr's throat, as if it was a taunt, or a caress.

"Back to that tree, Wolf," Killik hissed, nodding toward a large nearby pine, as he tugged the chain free from Ulfarr's waist, and gave it an experimental little snap toward the earth. "Arms up."

Louisa'sheart was still thundering, her breaths heaving, the disbelief still echoing through her skull — they were really, really doing this? — and Killik darted a look toward her, his brows raised. "Time for another lesson, woman," he said. "Come. Hold him."

What? It was laughable that Louisa could hold Ulfarr anywhere — but oh, Ulfarr wasn't even slightly resisting as Killik shoved him up against the tree, that gleaming dagger still kissing at his throat. AndUlfarr's eyes flicked toward Louisa too, warm and wicked and eager, and for an instant, there was his voice, from just a moment ago…

This has been a great help to me also, and brought me this same… healing.

SoLouisa lurched forward, nodding, and when Killik waved his dagger at Ulfarr's arms, she willingly grasped them, and shoved them up over his head. Holding him there, holding all this quivering power beneath her fingers, while Killik swung the chain around the tree, and then yanked it tight against Ulfarr's bare, heaving chest. And as Louisa blinked at it, the belated understanding crashed all through her at once, because of course this chain — the one Ulfarr always wore for a belt — was meant for this, too.

"This one is far better suited for him, you ken," Killik coolly told her, as he grasped at the chain's locking mechanism, and yanked it tight against Ulfarr's sternum. "He has not escaped it yet."

Louisashot a heated glance up at Ulfarr's face, at where his eyes already looked hazy, his tongue brushing his lips. "Yet," he drawled back at Killik. "Some day, pup."

Itfelt too affectionate to be a threat, and though Killik rolled his eyes, Louisa didn't miss that telltale flush creeping up his neck. "Ach, but who is trussed to a tree now?" he demanded, as he lightly touched his dagger to Ulfarr's bound chest. "And who is now going to dance and squeal for us, just as the captured prey he is?"

Ulfarr'seyelids lowered, his lips parted, his attention fully fixed on where Killik was slowly drawing his dagger's gleaming blade lower, and lower, and lower. Down over Ulfarr's navel, his hairy lower belly, and then — Louisa's breath choked — slipping slow and deliberate down into his still-tied trousers. And good gods, Killik couldn't even see what he was doing, what if he —

Thetrousers sagged downwards, falling slack and loose around Ulfarr's hips, because — oh. Killik had cut the string that had been tying them up. And now — now Louisa could see Ulfarr's huge swollen length, jutting up above the sagging fabric…

"Strip him, woman," Killik ordered, with a twitch of his dagger toward her. "Show me what I have caught, this morn."

Louisa'sglance up at Ulfarr found him watching her, that warmth again shimmering in his eyes. Wanting this just as much as she did, and she nodded as her shaky hands reached, and obliged. Shoving the trousers downward, off Ulfarr's hips, so his swollen cock behind them could bob free, jutting out huge and obscene toward them.

Louisaswallowed hard, blinking at the sight, because — damn. It was impossible, it was gigantic, and it was — it was healed. The scars were still there, yes, marked thick and messy all over him — but they were all shiny and faded, with no visible redness, no blood. Leaving it to do this, to look like this, like a gods-damned tree-branch growing out of him, leaking its sweet sap from the tip.

"Ach, just thus," Killik murmured, husky, his eyes hooded on the sight. "Touch it for me, woman."

Louisabarely bit back her groan, but nodded again, met Ulfarr's hungry, waiting eyes. And then slipped her hand toward that huge jutting cock, gently trailing her fingers down the velvety-smooth length of it, felt it bob and quiver at her touch, oh.

"Good," Killik murmured, his eyes glinting, his dagger making that keep-going motion. "More, woman. Show it off for me."

Ulfarrshuddered at the order, his eyes fluttering — so Louisa drew in a shaky breath, and again… obeyed. Slowly circling her hand around that thick shaft, stroking it, sliding up. Feeling it swell even fuller, oh hell, pumping out a little spurt of white from the tip, as Ulfarr's chained body spasmed and groaned.

"Good," Killik said again, husky, still circling his dagger. "More. Give me a good show. Make my prey dance for me."

Louisarolled her eyes at Killik, even as she gave a choked chuckle, and kept going. Stroking up and down Ulfarr's massive length, milking out more soft spurts of that white seed. And then bringing over her other hand, too, caressing those heavy hairy bollocks, showing them off for Killik, too. While against the tree, Ulfarr kept shivering and gasping, his hips now gently pumping into the steady strokes of her hands.

"More, woman," came Killik's implacable voice. "Speak to him, also. Tell him how pretty he is, with his fat Skai prick."

Louisagulped and nodded, her gaze flicking between the sight at Ulfarr's groin, and his hungry, glittering eyes. "You're so — handsome, sweetheart," she breathed. "With your — your fat Skai prick. With how sweet and smooth and gorgeous it is, with all these impressive scars all over it. Showing how much of a warrior you are. How strong you are."

Ulfarr'sgroan was long and sustained, his eyes glinting on Louisa's face, so she kept stroking him, flaunting him, praising him. "Feels so good to touch," she murmured. "So hot and lovely and alive. Just like you, sweetheart, and I could never get tired of touching you, looking at you, being with you —"

Butwait, wait, that was dangerous ground, dragging another low moan from Ulfarr's throat, and Louisa shot a helpless, apologetic glance at Killik, at his unreadable watching eyes. "Ach, Wolf, she cannot get enough Skai prick," Killik drawled, with just a faint edge on his voice. "You ought to have seen her last eve, when she begged and squealed and spurted upon my strong ploughing."

Louisagrimaced, darted an uncertain look up at Ulfarr's face — but oh, gods, his warm eyes just glanced eagerly between them, his shaft swelling even fuller in Louisa's hand. "Ach, it was enough to only read her letter of this," he gasped back, between heavy breaths. "This must have been a stunning sight. And this must have felt so good for you also, pup. So hot and tight and wet, all around you."

Killikshrugged, though his eyes were hooded again, his finger drawing down the length of his dagger. "Not as wet as she is now, I ken," he replied coolly, "after I flooded her twice last eve. It shall take her days to dry up from me, I ken."

Louisastared and sputtered at Killik, but he ignored her, and gave a purposeful wave of his dagger toward Ulfarr. "Mayhap you ought to test this, Wolf," he said. "Undress her for us, so we can judge."

Andoh, Ulfarr's warm hand was already here, catching on Louisa's hip over her dress. BecauseKillik hadn't actually bound up Ulfarr's hands, he'd only bound his chest — and Ulfarr willingly drew Louisa closer, his heavy eyes searching hers. "I should be honoured, Louisa," he breathed. "But only should you wish."

Butof course Louisa wished, and she rapidly nodded, her tongue brushing her lips. And she even pressed into his touch, into the shivery feeling of his big hands as they unfastened her belt, and then moved to the dress' front buttons. Undoing them one by one, and then drawing the dress apart, exposing her front to the air, to the bright morning light. And also exposing — she cringed as she glanced downwards — her new loincloth, too.

ButUlfarr only groaned again as he looked at it, his eyes fluttering, his hand spreading warm and possessive over her almost-bare hip. "She has again dressed in Skai garb for us, pup," he said, husky, as his other hand gently guided her around to face Killik. "Pretty, ach?"

Killikdidn't reply, his lips pursing as his eyes flicked up and down Louisa's bared front. But he'd circled his dagger again, at Ulfarr this time, and oh, it meant Ulfarr's hand was already slipping downwards, sliding beneath the loincloth. Touching and stroking so slowly, so softly, his warm fingertips seeking into the wet heat of her crease, and then easing further, deeper between her thighs…

"Still wet, then?" asked Killik's dispassionate voice, his brows rising, and oh, Ulfarr's careful fingers kept obeying, slipping deeper, while Killik watched. The sounds slick and betraying, far too loud, and Louisa was already trembling, shaking all over, staggering back against Ulfarr's solid strength behind her.

"Ach, she is yet dripping with you, pup," came Ulfarr's heated murmur, his fingers now gently squelching as they slipped in and out of her. "But mayhap you ought to test this, also."

Wait, did he mean that — and was Killik even considering it, eyeing Louisa like that, with such glittering triumph in his eyes. "Ach, mayhap," he said. "Present her to me, then."

Ulfarrgroaned and nodded, and turned Louisa around to face him again. And oh, he was even smiling at her again, so warm and approving, as one of his hands caressed her face, and the other one slid down to her hip. So he could — so he could draw up her loincloth, and then bend her upper body lower, guiding her hips back. Presenting her for Killik, oh gods, fully exposing her for him. And was Louisa really doing this, letting them do it, standing there trembling as she waited. As she could feel Killik sauntering closer, closer, until —

Histouch. And it wasn't — fingers, this time. No, no, it was that hard jutting cock. Not testing, not nudging — just instantly finding its place, and carving sure and swift inside her. AndLouisa's sharp cry scraped through the air, her entire body writhing upon it, around it — and behind her Killik laughed, smug and satisfied, as Ulfarr's big hands stroked her face. "Remember to breathe, Louisa," he murmured. "Draw up strength deep from the earth, and wield it to be soft and open, so you can welcome my lusty pup inside you."

Thatalmost made it worse, swaying the earth beneath Louisa's feet, while Ulfarr glanced back toward Killik, with warm hungry approval in his eyes. "Was she thus last eve also, pup?" he asked, husky. "Quaking all over at your first thrust?"

Killiklaughed again, the utter bastard, as he slowly drew out, breath by breath — and then plunged back inside, hard enough to make Louisa's teeth chatter. "Ach, just thus," he said, his voice far too cool. "Could scarce hold still enough to write your letter, you ken. But" — another draw out, a dizzying plunge in — "she is yet wetter now, too. Wet enough even for your prick, Wolf, I ken."

Withthat, he yanked himself out again, and gave a light slap to Louisa's arse. Leaving her empty and shaking again, her eyes wildly searching Ulfarr's face, catching on the blazing hunger in his eyes…

"Good, Louisa," Ulfarr breathed, as his hands reached for her, drew her back up toward him. And then — Louisa gasped — he hoisted her fully up off the ground, with her legs spread wide against his waist, oh gods.

"Good," he murmured again. "Open wide for me, and I shall grant you what you seek, ach?"

Oh, gods, yes, Louisa wanted that, needed that, needed the bizarre unreal truth of this massive orc — still bound by the chest to a damned tree — holding her up so easily against him, his glistening grey cock settling long and heavy against her bare belly. But wait, now Killik was behind her too, helping to shift her weight, so Ulfarr's huge swollen length could slip lower, its slick head moving down over her coarse hair, until it nudged up into her pulsing, wide-open heat beneath…

"Ach," Ulfarr groaned, his head tilting backwards against the tree, as his hands began guiding Louisa closer. Slowly, powerfully, opening her around him, impaling her whole upon him. Moving her as easily as if she was a doll, sliding her entire quivering body down onto his huge jutting length. And she could only gulp and clutch at him, cling to his broad solid shoulders, feel him opening her wider, and wider. Like he was slowly but surely skewering her on his tree branch, attaching her to him, stretching her to the edge of her strength, and it was too much, so much, his eyes blazing, his body bulging even fuller inside her —

"Remember to breathe, woman," came Killik's clipped voice, too close in her ear, because he was still behind her, his head peering over her shoulder, so he could blatantly watch this, watch Ulfarr spearing her whole upon him. "Cannot have you falling into a fainting spell, and thus missing my show. Most of all when you have such a good seat."

Louisamanaged a growl and a sideways glare at Killik, but in return he only smirked at her, and even reached around her to lightly tweak her hard nipple. "Ach, do not spurn my good show, woman," he drawled. "You like the great beast I hunted and tamed for you. You like dancing upon him for me."

Louisarolled her eyes this time, but she was breathing again, following that slow steady rise and fall of Killik's shoulders. "Oh, fuck you, Killik," she gasped, between her dragging breaths. "In case you haven't — noticed, Ulfarr is the one — who's doing all the — work here!"

Killik'sbrows snapped up, and his eyes flashed with disbelief, or maybe mockery. "You ken I do naught here, woman?" he demanded. "You wish to know what more I can do?"

Louisaspluttered another curse at him, and then darted a look at Ulfarr's flushed face. Because he'd stopped moving her, he was now just holding her half-impaled upon him, their bodies still not yet near enough to touch. And his eyes on hers were warm and indulgent, but maybe — she blinked — maybe a little stern, too.

"Killik always works far more than any of us see, Louisa," he murmured. "I should never forbid you two barking and playing together, but you shall not dishonour him thus before me."

Astrange shiver ran up Louisa's back — had she truly displeased him? — and Ulfarr shifted her closer, so he could lean forward, and brush a soft kiss to her cheek. "Mayhap you should now wish to honour Killik instead, then," he said. "Shall you do this with me?"

Louisafervently nodded, her hands still clinging to Ulfarr's shoulders, her body convulsing against his still-invading strength. And oh, the way he smiled at her, as he again shifted his grip, and began… guiding her upper body backwards. Tilting her back against Killik's solid chest behind her, but now Killik was moving back, too. And his own strong hands were grasping beneath Louisa's shoulders, drawing her out flat between them, as if she was lying on empty air, her head dangling back. And wait, there, now, hovering too close above her blinking eyes, was Killik's hard, dripping cock.

"Use her mouth, pup," came Ulfarr's low, heated order. "Share her with me. Show me how pretty she is, and how she feels, with two strong Skai pricks inside her."

Louisa'sbreath shuddered, her body trembling all over — but somehow, despite the position, she nodded. Saying, yes, yes, catching and holding Killik's wide eyes, and only vaguely following the way his tongue licked his lips, his cheeks flushed with unmistakable red…

Butthen he nodded too, and shifted his hands beneath her, repositioning her, gaining a better grip. So he could lean forward, and smoothly slide his hard wet cock straight into her open, gasping mouth.

Itwas a bizarre, awkward angle, with Louisa's head tipped back like this, almost upside-down, as Killik's seeking flesh delved deeper, prodding toward her throat. While between her legs, Ulfarr's pole was sinking deeper too, throbbing and juddering as he drew her closer, closer. The movement pulling her away from Killik, sliding him out of her desperately sucking mouth — but then, oh, Ulfarr slid her back again. Back toward Killik, sinking him deeper into Louisa's throat, before gently drawing her forward onto him again.

"How is this, Louisa?" came Ulfarr's low question. "Is aught too much, or pain?"

Louisasomehow shook her head, even with Killik still half-inside her like that, and she could hear Ulfarr's soft purr of approval, his hands again drawing her closer. "Good," he murmured. "You are so pretty, thus, Louisa. So lovely, when you are so bared and open and ready for us. When you allow us to share you between us, and fill you with our strong Skai pricks."

Hiswords were yet more craving, more fierce flashing hunger coiling in Louisa's belly, clamping her around his invading strength. And maybe around Killik's, too, sucking him tighter and deeper into her mouth, and oh, now Ulfarr was sliding her back onto Killik again, and even chuckling as Killik betrayed a low, broken groan. "Good, pup," Ulfarr breathed. "She is so tight, and so hot, and so sweet, ach?"

Andwait, Killik was nodding, nodding as that flush kept creeping up his face, and a spurt of sweetness pulsed into Louisa's sucking mouth. But he was already guiding her deeper onto Ulfarr's huge jutting strength, their hips nearly touching now — and then Ulfarr slid her back toward Killik again. Moving her back and forth between them, settling into a slow steady rhythm, sharing her, taking turns with her, as Louisa's longing charged higher, hotter, dangerous and delirious. This shouldn't be so good, nothing should be so good, these two orcs blatantly using her in a forest, taking turns filling her, while one of them was still chained to a tree. UntilUlfarr's big hands finally drew her impaled body all the way against him, skin pressed to skin, his huge cock now fully buried inside her, stretching her wide open around him…

"You are so good, Louisa," Ulfarr gasped. "And you also, pup. Ach, this is such a great gift from Skai-kesh, my hungry bedmates, my fierce defenders —"

Itwas too much, too bright, everything, his body his voice his hands, his hunger and his longing and his gratitude — and suddenly the tension snapped, and shattered. Soaring into raw raging relief, thundering through Louisa again and again, and oh, now Killik and Ulfarr were both crying out too, as their shuddering bodies surged out into her. Ulfarr's packing them even tighter together, filling her with even more of his overpowering strength, while Killik's hands shook as he jammed himself deeper, and poured out straight down into Louisa's throat. And she didn't even need to swallow, just needed to sink into their staggering pleasure, to lose herself in the rapture and the relief, the brief shimmering perfection of this wondrous, hanging truth.

Theywere hers. Hers.

Itwas Killik who finally moved first, carefully shifting his softening length out of Louisa's mouth, before guiding her upright again. And then Ulfarr helped to lift her the rest of the way, releasing her from his cock with a thick squelch, and unleashing yet another unholy mess from between them.

ButKillik betrayed a low moan at the sight, and Ulfarr's eyes were blatantly watching too, fluttering with undeniable hunger. "Ach," Ulfarr said, a low breathless rasp, as he slowly set Louisa back onto her unsteady feet. "Ach, Louisa. This was — you are —"

Hiswide shimmering eyes on hers looked wild, suddenly, almost alarmed, and as Louisa swayed and blinked up at him, the colour seemed to drain at once from his face, his hands skittering against her skin. "Are — are you well?" he croaked. "I have not — we have not — harmed you — have we?"

Theurgency in his voice snapped through Louisa's own hitching, hazy thoughts, and she belatedly shook her head, clutched back at his broad sweaty shoulders. "Of — of course not, sweetheart," she gasped. "It was — perfect."

Ulfarrkept staring at her like that, the distress still deepening in his eyes, and thank the gods, here was Killik. Leaning in beside Louisa to pat reassuringly at Ulfarr's heaving chest, and flash a swift, stunning smile up at his pale face.

"You ken I was scenting her all this time, Wolf," Killik said firmly. "AndI ken I have never scented her so happy, as she was amidst this. As when she was stuck upon our two strong Skai pricks, and squealing and dancing for us."

Louisashot a sharp look toward Killik, elbowing at his side, but he only gave a cool smile back, his brows raised. "You should have only been happier if we had filled your third hole also," he said placidly. "Ought to have brought Wolf'srassja — or another hungry Skai or two, mayhap. I wonder how loud she shall squeal then, Wolf?"

Louisaattempted another glare at Killik, even as something clutched deep in her groin — and wait, Ulfarr's softened length had slightly spasmed against her, too. But his expression shifted again, his face a little less pale, his eyes flinty on Killik's face.

"Killik," he said reprovingly. "I wished to come here to thank Louisa, and honour her. Not to — to frighten her with talk of ruts."

ButKillik rolled his eyes, and smirked at Louisa's hot-feeling face. "You ken this is frightened?" he drawled. "I ken she was more frightened by her breakfast this morn. Or mayhap by" — he flipped up the dagger he was still holding, pointing it toward a nearby tree — "that squirrel."

Louisa'smouth opened and closed, her eyes narrowing on the chattering squirrel above them, while Killik laughed, and gave a light slap to her arse. As if he wasn't at all bothered by the thought of such a thing. As if he might even want it…

Louisashot a helpless glance at Ulfarr, who — curse him — didn't look at all bothered, either. And that was another faint stirring of his softened length against her belly, his eyes glimmering with warmth, with… with hope.

"Now, enough hankering, you two," came Killik's curt voice, as he patted Ulfarr's sweaty chest, and reached to unfasten the chain's latch. "We have much work at the camp to do first."

Right. Louisa shook herself a little, gulped down a shaky breath, even as her eyes kept searching Killik's face. Much work to do… first. Because that wasn't… another challenge, was it? It wasn't him again saying, Prove it. Show me. Was it? Especially since after this, they would be down to three more nights… right?

Buteven so, Louisa drew herself tall, and smoothed out her dress. She could face this. She would.

"I'm ready," she said, with as much certainty as she could muster. "Let's get started."