Chapter 65: When the Dominator gets Dominated *
He began to move. Slow at first, long, deep strokes that made her gasp and moan. Her hands roamed his back, his shoulders, his chest, tracing every line of muscle, every bead of sweat. She was learning him, memorizing him.
"Faster," she begged.
He gave her faster. The rhythm built, the firelight flickering across their bodies as they moved together. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her nails raking down his back. The cold inside her seemed to recede, pushed back by the heat of their bodies, by the warmth of him inside her.
"I’m close," she gasped. "Silas... I’m..."
"Let go," he said, driving deeper. "I’ve got you. Let go."
She came with a cry that echoed through the cave, her body arching beneath him, her pussy clenching around his cock in waves of release. He followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her, his groan lost against her neck. They lay there, tangled together, breathing hard. The fire crackled. The blanket was a mess under them. Chloe’s hand found his, their fingers lacing together.
"I can’t feel the cold anymore," she whispered.
He kissed her temple. "Good."
***
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching the cave entrance made them both stir. Silas lifted his head, still half inside her, to see Gromda’s massive frame silhouetted against the snowy light outside. She froze when she saw them.
"Oh," She blinked. "Mate is mating."
Silas coughed. "Gromda, I can explain..."
"No need," Gromda dropped the bundle of wood she’d been carrying and crossed the cave in three long strides. She knelt beside them, her green eyes sweeping over Chloe’s flushed body, the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way Silas’s cock was still buried inside her. "Mate need more."
Chloe’s face turned crimson. "I... we..."
"Gromda help," The orc woman was already pulling at her clothes. "Two mates better than one."
"Gromda..." Silas started, but Chloe reached out and touched Gromda’s arm. The orc woman froze.
"Is that okay?" Chloe asked quietly. "I’ve never... I mean, I don’t know how..."
Gromda’s expression softened. She took Chloe’s hand and pressed it to her own chest, letting the smaller woman feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat.
"We learn together," Gromda said simply. Chloe looked at Silas. He raised an eyebrow.
"Your call," he said. She was quiet for a moment. Then she pulled Gromda down onto the blanket beside her.
"Okay." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I trust you. Both of you."
***
The fire had burned low, embers glowing like scattered rubies in the dark, but none of them felt the cold. The blanket was a battleground now, creased and twisted beneath three bodies that moved with a rhythm born of instinct and hunger.
Chloe lay beneath Silas, her pale legs wrapped around his waist, her nails raking down his back as he thrust into her. She was still sensitive from her first time, every nerve ending raw and electric, but she didn’t want him to stop. The cold inside her had retreated to a distant whisper, drowned out by the heat of his cock sliding through her slick folds, by the weight of him pressing her into the blanket.
"More," she begged, her voice wrecked. "Please, Silas... I need more..."
He gave her more. Deeper and harder. Her back arched, her white hair fanning across the dark fur, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came again, her body clenching around him in violent spasms.
But before he could follow her over the edge, Gromda’s massive hands closed around his waist and lifted him off Chloe as if he weighed nothing.
"My turn," the orc woman growled, her green eyes blazing with feral hunger.
She pushed him onto his back and straddled him in one fluid motion, her thick thighs bracketing his hips. Her pussy was already soaked, glistening in the firelight, the dark lips swollen and desperate. She sank onto his cock in one brutal, breathtaking descent, taking him to the hilt in a single, wet stroke.
"FUCK!" Silas’s hands flew to her hips, his fingers digging into the firm muscle of her thighs. She was so tight, so hot, her walls gripping him like a vice. "Gromda-"
She didn’t answer with words. She answered with motion. She rode him like a woman possessed. Her hips slammed down against his, her massive thighs flexing as she bounced on his cock, each impact driving a grunt from both of them. The sound of their bodies meeting was obscene, wet and loud, echoing off the cave walls. Sweat dripped from her chest onto his, her breasts swinging wildly with every thrust, her white hair flying around her face like a storm.
"Yes... yes~, mate! MY MATE!" she roared, her voice raw and primal. Her nails scored his chest, leaving red lines that beaded with blood. She was beyond reason, beyond control. She was pure, animalistic need given form. Silas grabbed her hips and tried to match her rhythm, but she was too strong, too wild. All he could do was hold on and let her take what she needed.
And then he felt Chloe’s mouth on him. Chloe’s lips found his, soft and warm, as she crawled up beside them. She kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding against his, tasting herself on his breath. Her hand found his face, cradling his jaw as she poured every ounce of love and desperation into the kiss.
"Don’t stop," she whispered against his mouth. "Don’t ever stop."
Gromda’s rhythm faltered as she leaned forward, her body folding over Silas’s, her massive tits pressing against his chest. She captured Chloe’s lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue plunging into the smaller woman’s mouth, and Chloe moaned into it, her hand sliding from Silas’s face to tangle in Gromda’s white hair.
The three of them moved together, Gromda’s hips still grinding against Silas’s cock, Chloe’s mouth alternating between his and Gromda’s, their bodies slick with sweat and heat. The cave was filled with the sounds of their breathing, their moans, the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh.
Then Gromda pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Chloe’s. Her eyes were dark, hungry.
"Down," she commanded.
Chloe obeyed without hesitation, sliding down Silas’s body until her face was level with where they were joined. She watched, transfixed, as Gromda’s pussy engulfed his cock, as the slick, glistening lips spread around his shaft with every stroke.
"Lick," Gromda said.
Chloe didn’t need to be told twice.
She pressed her mouth to where they were connected, her tongue darting out to trace the base of Silas’s cock where it disappeared into Gromda’s heat. The taste was overwhelming: salt and musk and sex, a heady cocktail that made her dizzy with want. She lapped at Gromda’s clit, swollen and aching, and the orc woman let out a guttural moan above her.
"Yes... there... right there!"
Chloe’s tongue found a rhythm, circling Gromda’s clit while her lips suckled the sensitive nub. She could taste them both, Silas’s cum still leaking from her own spent pussy, Gromda’s arousal coating his shaft. It was filthy and raw, and she loved every second of it.
Gromda’s hips bucked wildly, her rhythm breaking apart as Chloe’s tongue worked her. She was close, so close, and the sensation of Silas’s cock buried inside her while Chloe’s mouth devoured her clit was too much.
"Cumming... I’m CUMMING!" Gromda screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Silas in violent waves. Her head fell back, her spine arching, her shout echoing through the cave like a war cry.
Her orgasm triggered his. Silas groaned, his hips bucking upward as he emptied himself inside her, his cum mixing with hers, leaking out around his cock and onto Chloe’s waiting tongue.
Chloe drank it all, greedy and desperate, licking them both clean as they shuddered through the aftershocks.
When it was over, Gromda collapsed forward, her massive body covering both of them. Chloe curled up against Silas’s side, her face pressed into his shoulder, her lips still wet with the evidence of what they’d done.
The fire had burned down to embers. No one moved to stoke it.
