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D aisy’s shout echoed through the cave, sharp and shrill and helpless.

The orc was inside her. Inside her.

And gods, how he felt. So hard. So smooth. So hot and silken and demanding and alive, pulsing and quivering and sputtering within her. Feeling like strength, like certainty, like him —

And suddenly, it felt — right. Stunning . Perfect . After all the mess of today, after everything, Daisy needed this. Needed it so damned much. Needed to be filled, held, wanted .

“ Ach, sólin mín ,” the orc hissed behind her, the words crackling in his voice. “ Almáttugur .”

Daisy gasped and nodded, and then shivered all over as he slowly began drawing back again. Pulling himself out breath by breath, making it slow and agonizing, just as it should be, because oh, the loss of this was no small thing, it was everything . And when he fell fully free of her, Daisy couldn’t bite back her whimper, mingling with his own low groan of displeasure. His own disapproval at not having this, with her.

But then — yes. Yes . Relief . His slick head seeking again, prodding again, opening her soft, willing heat around it. And then he slowly plunged in again, filling her again, as they both groaned aloud — and then they quaked together, too, as their hips met, their bodies locked snug and deep. And his strong hands on Daisy’s hips ground her even tighter, as she arched and pushed back to meet him, gripping him as tightly as she could. Just needing more, needing to make him hold and stay like this, yes, oh gods, yes .

“ Gott ?” he breathed, close and hot into her ear, and Daisy fervently nodded, and reached back to grip at his hand. Prodding those sharp claws a little deeper into her tingling trembling hip, needing more of those too, that perfect mingled strength and pain, oh .

The orc’s laugh was low and husky as he obliged, digging his claws harder — and now his other hand was scraping, too. Drawing long straight lines down her bare quivering flank, and yes that was good too, so good, fuck .

Daisy again felt the orc’s laughing approval, close against her ear — followed by a soft, experimental scrape of sharp teeth to her earlobe. Firing yet more fierce flashing sensation through her entire body, still impaled tight and helpless on where he was holding himself there, keeping himself buried there, feeling her squirm and seize upon him.

“ Gott, sólin mín ,” he breathed again, another flare of furious heat, and oh, now he was drawing out again, taking himself away again, no — and then plunging back inside. Filling her swift and hard and smooth, again making her gasp and writhe for it, as his claws kept scraping, his teeth nipping her ear, and slipping down toward her neck. And when he softly bit down against her throat, it flared out another surge of devastating hunger, of utter overwhelming need, please —

He chuckled again, low and soft and approving, as he brought up — his hand. Curving it gentle but hungry around the front of Daisy’s throat, his fingers long and supple and greedy, and her thoughts flashed back to when he’d done that earlier, when he’d been trying to keep her from moving. And had he wanted it then too, had he known, how had she betrayed it, oh gods…

But she was definitely betraying it now, moaning harsh and shaky as his hand circled tighter around her neck, as his claws scraped her skin. As his sharp teeth nipped close beside it, his other hand’s claws still scoring lines against her hip, his hard cock now pumping in and out, moving faster and faster. Flooding her all over with pain and pleasure, even better than that time Lew had used the quills on her, and she couldn’t stop gasping, trembling, begging —

“Oh gods, orc,” she gulped, as she arched and writhed upon him, pressed back as hard as she could. “ Oh , don’t stop, I beg you, please , orc.”

His answering grunt was low and satisfied, his teeth biting sharper at her ear. “ Nei orc,” he replied, a hot breathless demand, accompanied by a light, thrilling slap to her arse. “ Filak . Eg er Filak .”

Filak? Daisy blinked, hesitated, and the orc’s hand shifted to clutch at her wrist, drawing her hand down and around and backwards. Until it was touching against — his chest. His bare, sweaty chest, with his breath and his voice heaving through it. “ Filak ,” he said again. “ ég er Filak .”

The comprehension flared through Daisy’s juddering thoughts, and she inhaled, nodded, arched harder against his onslaught. “ Filak ,” she gasped. “ Don’t stop, Filak .”

He groaned at the sound of it, ramming himself harder and deeper inside her, oh — so Daisy kept saying it, kept babbling and begging for it, as he kept driving faster, his hips and bollocks slapping hard, his claws and teeth scraping more sweet perfect pain into her skin. One of those deadly hands still gripping her neck, while the other one slowly slipped down and around her front, dragging against her belly, her coarse hair, down to where he was plunging himself inside her. Feeling this, feeling himself doing this, stroking and grinding and pounding, the ecstasy reeling closer, tighter, bright and breathless and brilliant, until —

Daisy screamed as it swallowed her, consumed her, flooding her all through with its blinding searing light. Pummelling her again and again, wrenching and seizing her — until behind her, the orc shouted too, his voice raw and ragged in her ear, as his hard invading strength bucked, and exploded. Bursting out wild and forceful inside her, spraying sharp and stunning and utterly overwhelming, filling her with heat and power and certainty. She was his, his, claimed, consumed, marked inside and out, painted all over with his claws and his seed and his sun.

When it finally ended, Daisy was trembling all over, groping uselessly at the hard rock before her, while the orc slowly drew free of her with a wet, obscene-sounding squelch. Releasing a surge of thick, rich-scented fluid from inside her, streaking hot down her thighs, splashing out onto the stone below. While Daisy gasped and shook and felt it, and squeezed her eyes shut. What was happening, what was this, what had she done…

But the orc was murmuring behind her, speaking soft and reassuring, giving a light, approving nip at her neck. And then, in a whirl of movement, he swept her shaky body entirely off her feet, and up into his arms.

Daisy choked and quivered, but his arms were strong and steady and safe, his chest solid and warm. And already he’d begun moving in the darkness, carrying her across the messy cave, his steps astonishingly smooth and swift. Until he finally hesitated again, and set her down on something flat and hard. Not the ground, no, but some kind of… of platform, perhaps. A table, or maybe even a bed.

But it was uneven and cold, not like any bed Daisy had ever known — at least, until the orc sank down beside her, and then drew her up into his arms. So she was now lying half on top of him, her limp arm and leg sprawled over his lean body. And with more quick, efficient movements, he tucked her face into his neck, and then hitched her leg fully over his. So he could firmly settle his solid thigh between her legs, raising it up, pressing flat against her quivering, tender heat. Which was still liberally leaking hot thick fluid, smearing it against the fabric of his trousers — but if he cared, he didn’t show it. Instead , his hands began stroking her again, slower and lazier than before, his claws not feeling nearly as sharp as they had been.

“ Gott, sólin mín ,” he murmured, and in Daisy’s whirling thoughts, it made perfect, beautiful sense. “ Stjarnan mín .”

His star. Daisy shivered and settled closer, inhaling that rich, sweet scent of his warm neck. “ It’s actually — Daisy ,” she said, her voice a strange rasping scrape, tainted with sadness, with shame. It wasn’t a sun or a star, it was a common, boring name, a name Lew had never liked, and…

“Daisy,” she said again, harder this time, and her hand even fluttered up, and drew a daisy against the orc’s bare chest. Starting with the disc at the centre, and then sketching out the long ray florets, with their curved oval shape, their fluted ends. While the orc stayed perfectly still beneath it, perhaps not even breathing, as she finally drew the straight stem down his belly, and a few simple lobed leaves.

She couldn’t seem to speak once she’d finished, just blinking down toward her hand in the darkness. Feeling the strength of his silence, was he judging her too, or perhaps he hadn’t understood her at all…

“Daisy,” he finally said, hushed, as his hand found hers, and pressed it back flat against his warm skin. “ Daisy . Eins og sól. Stjarna .”

Oh. It felt like he was saying — was he saying a daisy was like a sun? A star? And yes, perhaps the shape was similar, and the colours, and even the daisy’s white “petals” were actually called rays too, just like a sun’s. But …

“ Tae er gott ,” he said now, with a reassuring squeeze to Daisy’s hand, as his other hand slipped to her back, and drew another sun against her. “ Gott . Sólin mín. Daisy mín .”

Oh. It was so certain, so approving, so reassuring. And it didn’t make sense, none of it, it was all utterly absurd, and what would Lew say…

But Lew suddenly felt very, very far away, and this orc — Filak — was so close. So powerful. So … safe.

“ Bíddu nú hér ,” he said firmly. “ Tangae til í fyrramálie. Tangae til á morgun.”

Morgun. Until morning, he surely meant.

And yes. Yes , Daisy could do that, nodding into his sweet-scented neck, sinking into his warm reassuring strength. She would stay. Until the sun.