Page 13 of Yuled By the Orcs
ButLydiawas already nodding, her body shivering with nervousness, or anticipation.AndwhenEzogled her back to the bed, she willingly climbed onto her hands and knees, and gasped as she felt gentle hands carefully opening her up, spreading her apart.Andthen that plump, already-familiar cock slowly, gently eased itself inside, while she moaned and shuddered around it.
Despiteall the pleasures they’d enjoyed the night before, they hadn’t done it from behind like this, and it distantly occurred toLydiathat perhapsEzogdidn’t want her to look at his face in the bright daylight.Butit still felt so, so good, so strong and safe and all-consuming, and she couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder toward him as she gasped and groaned.
“Please,Ezog,” she begged. “Please.”
Andyes, yes, he was nodding, his strength plunging in once, twice, again — and his big hands spasmed on her hips as his eyes rolled back, and he sprayed out deep inside.Whilefrom across the room, there was a bright, amused-sounding cackle — and here wasTrygagain, grinning fondly back and forth between them.
“Finishedalready,elskan?” he said cheerfully, as he nudgedEzogwith his elbow, and untied his own trousers. “Stilltime for me to have a turn, then, ach?”
Andwait, yes,Ezog’sfull strength was slipping out of her, releasing the now-familiar gush of liquid — but it was only a breath beforeTryg’shot, rigid cock stabbed inside instead.Feelingso much harder and more demanding, sloshing the slick seed out messy around it, but he clearly didn’t care, judging by the low, satisfied growl in his throat.
“Ach, that’s good,” he breathed, as he began plunging in, sinking into his usual swift, powerful rhythm. “Ach.Ploughingmy woman’s sweet womb, bathing my strongSkaiprick in myelskan’s good fresh seed.Ach, you have opened her up so nice,elskan, made her so soft and slick for me.Sosweet.Ach.”
Hisvoice broke, and suddenly he was spraying out, too.Hiscock pulsing and grinding inside as he floodedLydiafull of more hot fluid, his head tilted back, his claws digging into her hips.
Butthen, too quickly, he was gone — and where he’d been, there was more surging, spurting mess.Pouringout in a humiliating rush from betweenLydia’sparted, trembling thighs, while both orcs just stood there, and watched.
Lydia’scheeks were burning, her chagrined eyes blinking back to where — oh.Ezog’sface looked even redder than before, his throat visibly convulsing, whileTrygblatantly licked his lips, and gaveLydia’sarse-cheek a brief, approving little squeeze.
“Sopretty, aren’t you, my sweet?” he murmured approvingly. “Afteryour sweet womb has drawn out two good fat loads, and now overflows with our fresh seed?”
Ezogwas rapidly nodding as he heldLydia’seyes, and he was already drifting back toward her, as if he might welcome a second round — untilTrygelbowed him in the side, and shot him another jaunty grin. “Later,elskan,” he said lightly. “Wanther ready to meet m’boy, ach?”
Ezognodded again at that, givingLydiaa shy, sheepish smile.AndonceTryghad gone back to the fire,Ezogcarefully helpedLydiaup, and then led her over around the bed, to where there was a large, steaming washbasin.
“Ihave heated you a bath,” he said softly. “Ishould be honoured to help you bathe, unless you…”
Heglanced away, the unease again far too clear in his eyes, andLydiasmiled up toward him, and leaned in close. “I’dbe very happy to have your help,” she replied. “Thankyou,Ezog.”
Hisanswering smile was shy, and almost painfully grateful.Butas he helpedLydiainto the bath, and gently began stroking her with a soft soapy cloth, she could almost feel his ease returning, the steady warmth rising in his eyes.
“Doyou feel any pain, from last eve?” he murmured, as he stroked against her collarbones and shoulders, and then down her arms. “Orany… regrets?”
Lydiadidn’t have any regrets, although she was vaguely surprised to discover she didn’t feel any actual pain, either. “Justa little sore all over, maybe,” she said, with a wry smile. “I’mnot used to such… vigorous activity,Isuppose.”
Ezogsmiled back, slow and fond, as his hand very carefully slipped down to one of her breasts. “Itwas… very good of you,” he said, quiet. “Togive us such gifts, when this was meant only to be a gift to you.”
Lydiaswallowed, and met his kind, expressive eyes. “Itwas a gift to me, too,” she replied. “Youwere a gift,Ezog.You, andTryg.I…I’vebeen… so lonely, for such a long time.”
Ezog’seyes were sad now, sympathetic, and too late,Lydiaheard the implication in her words.Orperhaps even the… obligation.
“Butyou mustn’t — feel as though that means anything,” she choked at him. “It’sonly been — one night.Andyou andTryghave clearly been together for — well.Andhe wasn’t honest with either of us, and if you decideI’mnot what you’d — prefer, of courseI—”
Gods, what was she even saying, and she couldn’t seem to finish, shaking her head back and forth. “Andyou should know,I’m— awful at talking,” she continued. “Alwayssaying the wrong thing, or not finding anything to say at all, so —”
Shestopped there, breathing hard, bracing herself forEzog’smockery, his judgement, something — but to her genuine surprise, he was smiling again, as his hand slid to caress her other breast, too. “Thendo not speak, should you not wish,” he replied. “Yourtruth is yet clear in your eyes and your touch and your scent, ach?”
Oh.Lydiagulped in a shaky breath, but, predictably, couldn’t seem to reply — andEzogjust kept smiling, caressing down her sides, over her belly. “Andach,Iwish for you,” he continued, quieter. “Trygknows all thatIam, ach?Heknows whatImost longed for in a woman, and now, he has freely granted it to me.And” — his eyes searched hers, the unease again rising in them — “you have welcomed our claim and our seed, ach?Sothis is done, you ken.Settled.Youareours.FromthisYuleonward.”
Lydia’swords still wouldn’t come, but she was fervently nodding, andEzogwas nodding too, as more warmth flickered across his eyes. “AndIhave brought you more gifts, should you wish,” he murmured. “Trygis not oft one to think of these things, butIhope they shall please you, ach?”
Lydiacouldn’t hide her spark of interest at that, andEzoggrinned back at her, the sight both alarming and endearing on his face.Andonce he’d finished washing and drying her, he carefully dressed her in the red dress — which he’d aired out, too — before guiding her over to the loaded-up table.
“Ihave brought you three kinds of cider to try, and two wines,” he said shyly, as he waved at the table’s contents. “Andsome plums, and sweetbreads, and puddings.AndIwas not sure if you should wish for aSkaigift, or jewels, soIhave brought both, ach?”
Withthat, he thrust out one of the cloth-wrapped packages toward her — but at that moment,Trygstrode back over with a large, steaming platter of fried meat, eggs, greens, and mushrooms. “Ach, you brought her aSkaigift,elskan?” he asked, with undeniable curiosity, as he plunked the platter down in the middle of the table. “ButItold you, our woman is too sweet to beSkai, ach?Sheshall beBautul, like you.”
Lydiawasn’t following again, especially whenEzog’sface flushed, his smile towardTrygshy but grateful. “Ach,Iken,” he said. “ButIthought you should welcome this.”