Chapter 44: The Brutal Threesome: What The Private Fire Takes(18+)

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The Brutal Threesome: What The Private Fire Takes(18+)

The smoke had already been sighted in the deep north when Elka pulled her core circle away from the open training ground.

The valley was still tightening around the news of the dark columns rising beyond the far ridges.

Vara was already giving orders for the probe.

First-band men were checking weapons. The unfinished threads under stone Kel, the bead, the missing men had been set aside by the larger threat.

For a short window the internal knives were not the sharpest edge in the caves.

Elka used the window.

She did not go to the deep council chamber or the arena ledge.

She went to the smaller, lower cave her circle had claimed for private fire and private talk the one far enough from the main paths that the sound of bodies did not carry.

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Sura followed without being called.

Drak came last, closing the hide flap behind him and setting a simple brace against the stone so no one would walk in unannounced.

The fire was already burning low and red. The air smelled of smoke, resin oil, and the faint copper of old blood that never fully left the weapons they carried.

Elka stood with her back to the flames and looked at the two of them.

Tall, powerful, the bone beads and teeth in her long dark braids catching the light every time she moved.

The fur cloak hung open over the strong lines of her shoulders and the heavy weight of her breasts.

Her skirt sat low on wide, muscled hips.

She carried herself like a woman who had never needed to ask for what she wanted inside her own fire.

Sura faced her without lowering her eyes. The River woman’s body was leaner, harder in different places, marked with the scars of the camp that had fallen and the mixed watches that had followed.

Her dark hair was still bound from the day’s training. She waited.

Drak stood slightly to the side, heavier through the shoulders and chest, the scarred spearman who had drifted to Elka’s side early and stayed.

His eyes moved between the two women with open hunger held under tight control. He did not speak first.

He never did in these moments.

Elka’s voice was low and edged.

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"The Matron is feeding the first band to the high rock one probe at a time.

The smoke changes the board.

When the larger blood comes, the balance inside these caves will shift whether she wants it or not."

She reached up and untied the cloak, letting it fall. The bone-and-hide top followed.

Her heavy breasts settled free, nipples already tightening in the cooler air of the cave.

"Tonight I take what still belongs to this fire. Both of you."

Sura’s breath left her slowly.

Drak’s hands flexed once at his sides.

Elka stepped into Sura first.

The kiss was not gentle. It was claiming hungry, deliberate, teeth scraping the River woman’s lower lip until the taste of copper mixed with the resin on Elka’s skin.

Sura answered with equal force, hands sliding up the strong muscles of Elka’s back, pulling her closer until their breasts pressed together and the heat of them became a single thing.

Drak watched for a long moment before Elka broke the kiss and looked at him over Sura’s shoulder.

"Clothes off. Then on your knees."

He stripped without hesitation.

The leather hit the stone.

His cock was already thick and heavy, rising hard against his stomach.

He dropped to his knees on the furs as ordered.

Elka turned Sura so the River woman’s back was to Drak’s mouth.

She pushed Sura’s skirt up and open, then guided her hips backward.

"Eat her. Slowly.

I want her dripping before I decide who gets to fuck her first."

Drak’s hands gripped Sura’s lean thighs.

He dragged his tongue through the cleft of her cunt in long, thorough strokes, then lower, pressing against the tight ring of her ass and working it with the same focused hunger.

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Sura’s breath turned sharp. Her hands found Elka’s breasts and squeezed, thumbs dragging over the dark nipples.

Elka let her, watching Drak’s mouth work between the River woman’s legs with open approval.

"Deeper," Elka ordered.

"Tongue inside her ass. Make her feel it."

Drak gave her deeper.

Sura’s hips jerked.

A low, broken sound escaped her throat. Elka leaned down and took one of Sura’s nipples between her teeth, biting just hard enough to mark, while her hand slid down the River woman’s stomach and found her clit.

She rubbed in tight, filthy circles timed to the thrust of Drak’s tongue.

Sura came first with a raw, shaking cry, body locking, thighs trembling around Drak’s head.

Elka kept rubbing her through it, forcing the pulses higher, until the River woman was wet enough that it ran down the inside of her thighs and onto Drak’s chin.

Elka stepped back, eyes dark with lust and power.

"On your back, Sura. Legs open. Drak up."

Sura dropped onto the furs without being told twice.

Drak rose, cock rigid and slick from his own mouth and her wetness.

Elka wrapped her hand around him and stroked once, hard and proprietary, feeling the thick heat of him pulse against her palm.

"You fuck her while I watch. Slow. I want to see every inch go in.

You don’t come until I say."

Drak settled between Sura’s thighs and pushed into her in one long, controlled thrust.

The River woman’s back arched.

The wet sound of it filled the small cave. Elka knelt beside them, one hand on Sura’s breast, the other reaching down to where their bodies joined so she could feel Drak’s cock sliding in and out of the other woman. She rubbed Sura’s clit again in time with the thrusts, making the River woman’s breath stutter.

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"Harder," Elka murmured.

"She can take it. Look at how wet she is for it."

Drak’s hips snapped forward with more force.

The slap of skin became louder, nastier. Sura’s hands fisted in the furs.

Her second climax hit harder than the first, body clamping down around Drak’s cock hard enough to make his breath leave him in a growl.

He held still through it only because Elka’s hand had moved to the base of his cock and squeezed in clear warning.

"Not yet."

She pulled him out of Sura while the River woman was still shaking.

Drak’s cock glistened, thick and dark and dripping.

Elka pushed him onto his back and straddled his face without ceremony, lowering the full weight of her ass onto his mouth.

"Eat. Tongue deep in my ass while I use her mouth on my cunt."

Drak’s hands gripped her strong thighs. He dragged his tongue through the cleft of her ass and pushed inside, fucking her with his mouth the way she demanded.

Elka faced Sura, reached down, and pulled the River woman’s head between her thighs.

"Suck me up nasty girl!"

I want your tongue on my clit while he tongues my ass."

Sura obeyed.

The dual sensation made Elka’s breath turn rough and filthy.

She rocked between the two mouths grinding her ass down onto Drak’s tongue while Sura’s lips and tongue worked her clit with focused hunger.

The wet sounds were constant and obscene.

Elka’s hands fisted in Sura’s hair, holding her exactly where she wanted her.

She came with a low, guttural sound, body locking, thighs clamping around Sura’s head while Drak’s tongue stayed buried in her ass.

The pulses ran through her in hard waves. She did not let either of them stop until the last of it had been pulled from her body.

When she finally lifted off, her voice was rough with satisfaction and fresh hunger.

"Drak. On your knees behind me.

Sura on your back again.

I want his cock in my ass while I eat her."

They moved.

Elka settled on all fours over Sura’s face and lowered her mouth to the River woman’s cunt.

Drak knelt behind her, spat into his hand, and rubbed the wetness over the tight ring of her ass.

He pushed the head of his cock against her and waited.

Elka’s voice was muffled against Sura’s wet flesh. "Do it. Slow until I’m open.

Then I want to feel every fucking stroke."

Drak pushed in.

The tight heat of her ass closed around him inch by inch.

Elka’s breath hitched hard against Sura’s clit, but she did not tell him to stop.

When he was fully seated she pushed back against him in clear demand.

"Now fuck me. Hard! I want to feel it in my stomach while I make her come on my tongue."

Drak’s hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.

He fucked her ass with deep, steady, nasty strokes, the wet sound of it mixing with the sounds of Elka’s mouth on Sura.

The River woman came again under Elka’s tongue, thighs shaking, a broken cry echoing off the stone.

Elka did not stop eating her.

She kept her mouth locked in place while Drak used her ass with increasing force, the heavy slap of his hips against her cheeks filling the cave.

When Elka’s own climax built again she reached back, grabbed Drak’s wrist, and dug her nails in.

"Inside. Fill my ass. Now."

Drak drove deep and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside her, hips stuttering.

Elka pushed back to take every drop, her own orgasm crashing through her at the same time, body clamping down around his cock in rhythmic pulses that milked him dry.

She stayed locked in place until the last of it was finished, mouth still working slowly over Sura’s oversensitive clit, making the River woman twitch and whimper.

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Only then did she let Drak pull out.

The wet evidence of him slipped down the inside of her thigh.

She turned, still breathing hard, and looked at both of them with dark, satisfied eyes.

Sura’s face was flushed and wet.

Drak’s chest heaved.

Neither of them looked away.

Elka wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and spoke in the same low, edged voice she had used at the start.

"The Matron can feed the first band to the high rock.

She can tighten every count and pull every name under stone.

But this fire still belongs to us.

When the larger blood is finished and the balance inside these caves shifts, I intend to still be standing with the people I have chosen.

Both of you will remember what that means."