Chapter 8 #2
As my eyes went from the device to Freyr’s face, there was a new and strange expression that overtook him, almost like confusion or… wonder, when I thought I was the one wrapped up in wonder.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I’m nervous.”
I laughed. “So am I. Just like we both were on our first outing together. This is new.”
“Yes, but for me, it is truly new. I was never nervous with any of the others. Gerdr, yes, because I wanted it to be love, but never with anyone else. Those dalliances meant so little. Tension relief, distraction. But you… you, I want to savor. You, I want to unwrap like the gift you are. To explore you. And to find more, so much more, than only solace in your arms.”
I stood stunned again by the directness of his words, the honesty.
The wonder of this moment seemed to dawn on me more too, as he laid me down, set the device nearby, and began to undress me, starting with the sword.
It didn’t quiver this time when rested against the side of the bow, still in its sheath.
It was dormant now, as if it napped to give us privacy.
My nerves didn’t dissipate, however. How could they when my king continued to unveil me beneath his gaze.
Each article of clothing removed came with an equally tender caress of my skin, encouraging blood to rush wherever he touched and leaving me warm and blushing all throughout my body.
When I was bare before him, he raked his eyes over all of me, and his fingertips followed. The eventual tracing of them down my thighs prompted me to part them and lift my hips.
“I, um, did carefully cleanse myself before heading to the lake,” I admitted. “Just in case this was where the evening turned.”
“Did you?” Freyr smirked, fingers following where the rocking back of my hips directed him.
“I didn’t mean to presume—”
“But your presumption was not wrong. Allow me to check that you did a thorough enough job.” He ducked down, face vanishing from view suddenly, followed by the wet lick of his tongue across my entrance.
“Ah!”
Freyr licked again, twirled it there, and pressed its tip inside me. His hands spread along my cheeks, squeezing gently, and pried with his thumbs to widen me, allowing his tongue to press deeper.
“Ohh… mmm… ahh…”
“Keep making those noises, little raven,” Freyr said, following with another deep lick, “and I might stay here until you come.” He entered me again, twirling his tongue inside me.
“Ngnnn… tempting as that is to encourage… I want to come inside you.”
“And so you shall.”
I had been wonderfully wetted to make way for Freyr’s device, and after first holding it up for me to see and waiting for my nod, he slid it inside me.
“Now, dear Ravnur, how would you like to have your king?” Freyr stared down at me, not having lost a single article of clothing himself yet.
I sat up, and the shift of the device made me moan. Imagining it swelling while I claimed my king had me even more tingly than Freyr’s tonguing.
But he was frowning, looking around us at the overlarge bed with a pinch in his brow. “Is it distasteful for our first time to be where I bedded so many others?”
“I might have thought so once before, but no longer.” I leaped on him, knocking him prone and eliciting a lovely laugh from his lips.
My budding pre-release stained his tunic as I mounted him and began to undo his belt.
“Why be jealous of those who never had what I do? And what they did have, we will wipe clean and forge new memories to replace the old. I am going to cover up any lingering scent of past bedfellows with mine. With yours. With ours. Until it is forever changed and smells only of us.”
“I have no doubt.” Freyr succumbed to my undressing, and when he was all but bare before me with only his trousers remaining and the gleam of the pendant I had given him, I felt the first pulse of the device inside me.
“Ah!” I rocked atop Freyr, squirming enough for my cock to bounce, and instead of a tunic to stain, I marked his skin. I ran my hands up his chest, spreading the fluid further. “That is something, isn’t it?”
“You will let me know if it becomes too much?”
“Oh…” I rocked again, knowing that soon I would rock within him. “You have no idea how pleased I am we are only just beginning.” I climbed off of him to tilt his hips back, pulling his trousers from his backside while leaving his cock constrained. “Are you also cleansed?”
“I am. What do you wish to do?”
“To taste you as you did me.” I lunged with ravenous abandon to tongue my king’s hole. No greater pleasure could I imagine than hearing him moan as I had.
“Ahhh… ngnn… oh, Raven!”
Halfway through making a meal of him, I began to press my thumbs in with my tongue.
“Ohhhh…!”
The device swelled again before I was through, and I overlapped Freyr’s moan with my own, making sensuous harmony.
The warmth from the device was making my cock harder by the moment, as were Freyr’s noises and how beautifully he writhed. It was time for a look at my other prize. I slid the trousers free of Freyr’s legs and at last took in the sight of his massive prick in all its thickening, curved splendor.
“Oh… how you do not disappoint.”
Freyr huffed but saw how I was seriously mesmerized. “Surely, you have seen me in the baths?” he said. “Down here by the lake? At one of the hot springs?”
I shook my head. “I never wished to look upon you unless it was like this.” Feeling up its length, I followed my first touch of Freyr’s cock with a long lick.
He writhed again, and the movement bumped his cock against my lips, so I licked it again and began to suck his tip.
My mouth could barely wrap around him, so licking might be the best I could do for him like this.
I had no such reservations about taking him the other way.
While I was laving my tongue along Freyr’s cock, the device swelled within me once more, and its continuously enlarging girth filled me not with trepidation but excitement.
I bobbed down upon Freyr’s head, taking in as much as I could, but the strain on my mouth halted a full throating.
That excited me too, this preview of what was to come.
“I look forward to having you inside me, Fricco.” I licked up the length of him again.
“But I hope you enjoy a cock in you as well?”
“I am sure I will.” His auburn hair fanned all around him, making him a truly godly sight. “I have never known one before.”
I froze from having been about to reinsert my thumbs and begin stretching him. “What?”
“My bed fellows always expected me to do the fucking, given my… equipment.” He rocked slightly for said equipment to bob up his chest. “I have often wondered about being the receiver.”
I sat upright, stunned yet again. “Have you at least… played with yourself before?”
“Oh yes, you needn’t worry about that. Would you like to…
watch?” He bit his lip and rocked back further, reaching beneath him to pierce his own entrance with an elegant finger.
Freyr pumped it inside himself, stretching himself open until he could add a second.
With his gorgeous cock curved up his stomach, given how he was folded, its wet tip kept bumping against my pendant and made the metal glimmer even brighter.
The device grew while I watched him, and delighting in the knowledge that I had so much more to go, I had to stroke some of the pressure from my cock. But it was Freyr’s I wanted to touch.
Watching the pretty envelopment of his fingers inside him, knowing I was to embark upon something no one else had, I ran my hands up the backs of his taut thighs.
I cupped his sac. Stroked his shaft. Played with the buds of his pert, pink nipples.
This was all real. This was happening. I was touching godhood, and my god—my Fricco—was moaning my name.
“Ravnur…”
“I am so ready to fuck you.”
Freyr laughed, retracting his fingers, and hooked his hands beneath his knees to spread himself wider for me.
The device pulsed again, and while trying to align myself, I nearly lost my balance.
Freyr laughed again too. “I tried that device myself once, you know.”
“A-and?”
“I couldn’t handle me.”
Sputtering with such sudden laughter myself, I nearly doubled over again. “I will be able to,” I promised.
I aligned my cock with his length first, just to see the contrast. I was downright dainty by comparison, though average compared to others, and if I dared say so myself, very finely shaped. Freyr seemed to agree, given the look in his eyes as he took me in.
“I will be able to handle you,” I repeated, “and you will handle me just fine.”
I shifted to ready to enter him and took one of his hands from beneath his knees so I might lace our fingers while I pressed inside. As I slid in, and Freyr arched his neck with a quiver at his lips, I spoke a teasing whisper.
“Do tell me though if it is ever too much.”
He huffed like earlier—and I bucked in fully to claim my harbor. “Fuck! Ravnur!”
“By the gods, you feel marvelous.”
Freyr’s heavy-lidded eyes devoured me above him. “As do you.”
I readied my first backstroke only for the device to swell in me again. “Fuck.” I held Freyr’s gaze so he would absolutely know I was not begging for mercy. “I cannot wait for the real thing.”
I started to move. In all the times I had imagined my king in rapture, I never could have envisioned his face like it was now. Or the whimpers, the soft utterances leaving trembling lips. His noises were better music than what all the minstrels in the realms produced.
And while I moved, claiming my king with our hands linked and my heart wholly his, the device grew again.
And again. And its wondrousness in me, burning my insides with how full I felt while taking my fill of my king, spurred me on to fuck him harder. To buck into him faster. And as I felt myself nearing my end, I gripped the base of his cock to stroke him in time to my hastening rhythm.
I was there. I was almost there. I was going to come inside my love!
The device pulsed one final time, and like an arrow loosed, it sprang my release from me with a rush of pleasure so great, I howled in rapture. “Fricco!”
“Yes! Oh, great World Tree’s roots… I can feel you filling me.” Freyr was rocking faster, as if to draw more of me into him even as my rhythm started to slow, while moving his cock faster within my hold. As he, too, lost himself to rapture, he came—right onto his handsome face.
I laughed at his surprised expression and reached quickly to swipe it up and lick it from my fingers. “The perils of an impressive prick, hm?”
He chuckled with me and tugged our interlocked hands to bring me lower so he could kiss me while his taste was still on my tongue, while I was still in him, and, in essence, he was still in me.
“I believe… I have fulfilled your stipulation, Fricco.” I brought the hand I held around behind me to feel it for himself, how stretched I was.
He circled my rim with his fingertips. “Yes, you are well and truly there, little raven. No discomfort?”
“I’m still hard.”
“That I can feel.” He chuckled.
“I could almost fuck you again, loving every minute of this stretch inside me while I did. But I want you now, and might I say that not only can I handle you, but do not think for a moment that you need to be gentle.”
Freyr unexpectedly rolled us, dislodging me from him, and gripped the base of the device within me.
I was half hypnotized with the knowledge that I was the first to have had Freyr in this way, and now, my release was dripping from between his thighs.
Then the deliciousness of him slowly pulling the device from me ripped a mewling howl from my throat even louder than when I came.
He traced my rim again, so tender now, so ready for him.
“As I said, I would want you even if I could never claim you with my cock, but that I can this first night after professing my love for you seems like a gift from the seat of creation that brought me back to you.” I let Freyr's watery gaze capture mine.
"It was always meant to be you, little raven. "
"Fricco... it was always you for me too."
“Then I will not keep you waiting long, but I wish to fill another bed with our scent next.”
“Oh?” I laughed, “Yours or mine?”
“Actually…” Freyr whistled, and before I knew what was happening, he lifted me from the bed and stood. Imagining more of my come dripping down his thighs made me sad to lose the view, but being carried, naked and hard and gaping open in want of his cock, was wonderful too.
He had summoned Gullinbursti, who met us on the bank. Freyr opened the hatch in the great creature’s side to reveal not the usual carriage-like seats, but a bed, luxuriously padded with blankets and furs.
“Take us to the spot, Gull,” Freyr ordered, and laid me down before closing the hatch.
“What spot?” I asked.
“Why, my favorite in all the realms.”
I didn’t know if I could guess, but we were off in moments, able to watch the swift passing of the scenery through the magical metal, knowing nothing and no one could see in as my king ducked between my legs and licked my widened rim.
He licked up my balls and shaft and tongued my tip, still wet with the last of my release.
He lapped it all up and swallowed me down his throat.
“Oh… Fricco…” It was almost too much with how sensitive I’d become, but I reveled in it, his wanton touch, how he kept tracing my rim with his fingers while swallowing me, and eventually fit several of them inside me to ensure the stretch remained before he started to ready his cock.
“Yes! Fuck me, Fricco! Please!”
“We are nearly there,” he said, and I could feel the heat of his tip nearing me. “I want to fuck you with the best view in your sights.”
“I have that.” I reached for his face, for nothing was as radiant as having him above me.
Freyr lunged to kiss me, and finally, I felt his tip meet my ready hole.
Still, he did not enter me.
“Look.” Freyr shifted slightly, so I could see through Gull that we were on such a high branch of Yggdrasil, I could see glimpses of each of the realms, as if we had reached the very top of the universe.
It was amazing.
Then Gull’s hatch opened, revealing the grinning face of the trickster god hanging upside-down from atop the beast’s back.
“Hello!”