5. The Glutton #2
“Oli,” I corrected. What felt like hours had passed with him telling me stories, and he had never asked my name, nor had I had much chance to tell him.
“How about I call you dessert?” He clambered atop me and kissed me, tasting both savory and sweet with a boldly probing tongue. After humping my naked cock for several moments, causing it to rub against the leather it bobbed between, he finally tore his undergarments away too.
Very near in size to Freyr.
I squirmed in want of him, but it wasn’t me that Thor reached for next.
He grabbed his ale.
“You’re in need of dessert too, aren’t you, Oli ?” Rising up on his knees and holding his mug between them, Thor dipped his cock into it. Then he set the mug aside, dripping ale onto me as he climbed my body until his tip reached my lips. “Do you know the first time my cock tasted ale?”
More stories? I couldn’t groan, for my mouth was soon made full, yet the taste from the ale was nearly soured by how he wouldn’t shut up .
“And then—”
I sucked harder, bobbing up to match his eager thrusts down.
Thor moaned but only enough to hitch his voice and stumble his words before he started again.
I tried to focus on his cock, on how he rocked harder and faster to meet my swallowing.
He could have broken my neck with how brutally he began to fuck my face, but I worried not with his belt emboldening me.
It was thrilling to be so strong, able to handle so much, knowing that taking his prick down my throat was but a foretaste of what came next.
It would have been better if he wasn’t still talking.
“Now that was a feast! An even better feast…” he rambled into another tale, pulling his cock from my lips. They felt positively bruised, but the belt seemed to heal me as well, until the ache was but a tingle.
Thor shifted down my body, took up his mug, and this time, poured some into my mouth.
It dribbled down my chin and neck as I lapped at it, with Thor’s tongue following its spill up my throat.
The surge of strength from the belt almost had me sober, so I welcomed the drink to feel its buzz again—and to better tune Thor out.
“Do you know who makes the best honey?” Thor picked up a jar with a spoon he used to dribble the sticky sweetness onto my nipples. “They made it to honor me after—”
The elves! It was the elves! You already told me!
I forgave him the moment he lapped the honey up like he had the ale.
If he wielded Mjolnir as adeptly as he wielded that tongue, it was no wonder he had so many stories. I almost begged for his cock to see how that hammer fared, when he started to move his tongue lower.
From my nipples, Thor descended, down, down, with a lick at my navel, a kiss and tonguing of my leaking slit, and then, having hoisted my hips to bring them parallel to how he knelt, he laved over my sac.
And jammed his tongue inside me with an upward lick.
“ Fuck !”
Thor really meant it. When he feasted, he devoured, and he was eating my ass with the appetite of a beast.
I melted into the table, almost literally with how the remaining honey slid from my skin. While Thor tongued me, practically bending me in half to accommodate us on the table, he dipped a finger into the honey jar and fed it to me.
Whatever energy the belt used to make me feel powerful and resilient, it also made me ravenous.
I gobbled the honey down, sucking it from Thor’s fingers, and welcomed it when he fed me more.
I’d thought I was bursting before, but nothing compared to the fullness of Thor’s tongue.
Not yet anyway. The rest of me felt empty and hungry for more of him.
I didn’t even care what a mess he was making of me.
My thighs quaked, even with my legs resting over Thor’s shoulders. I felt like I could come any moment, and from this angle, I would spill onto my own lips.
As I dropped my head back to take a breath and try staving off my release, I felt another’s eyes on me.
Loki ?
But when I turned to look, there was only the faint sliver of open eyes from one of the dwarves. Whether he was aware of what he witnessed was questionable, because he rolled over and went back to sleep.
Why was I disappointed?
Thor swirled his tongue along my rim before retreating and licked a long stripe up my underside.
I moaned and humped the air for more, trying to forget my distraction.
True to the lord of feasting, he was ready for the next course, and after he wiped the glisten of me from his lips and beard, I finally felt the press of his tip to my entrance.
“This is almost a reenactment of how I pounded the Midgard Serpent.” Thor speared inside me with a slam of his cock. I couldn’t cry out or moan or even breathe for how the depth of him thrilled me.
I didn’t think he meant he’d pounded the serpent with his cock, but with the gods, one never knew. There was no pain though. No ache. No need for any magical device to stretch me first. I had the strength of the gods running through my veins with this belt, and the true pounding began to prove it.
I was pounded, pounded, pounded upon the table as Thor lifted me with each thrust. I wanted to reach for my cock and stroke it under his gaze, but more of me wanted him to touch me.
“Thor—”
“That wasn’t the first time I’d pounded the serpent.”
Fucking Hel . Even now, thrusting within me and wrapping his meaty fingers around my prick like I’d wanted, the problem with Thor fucking me instead of eating my ass was his lips were free again. Why did he insist on… on…
Reliving the past.
“We are going to drink enough ale to fill Hymir's Cauldron when I’m through with you,” Thor rambled, and he felt so good within me, good enough that it would have been easy to stop listening, to ignore his constant need to tell stories.
To remember his glory days. Unable to move forward from a time long past with Ragnarok having come and gone.
Damn it. I’d forgotten why I was here.
“You know how I acquired that brewing pot—”
“Would you shut up already?”
“…what?” Thor slammed into me hard enough to pin me, folded in half. “What did you say?!”
No fear, Oli. This is why you’re here. No fear. “I said: Shut. Up.”
As a snarl formed on Thor’s face, I dropped my legs from his shoulders, gripped the braids of his beard, and yanked. Strong enough from the belt he’d gifted me to give even the mightiest of gods pause, I lifted myself to his level.
“Be here, with me, not in some memory of a past fuck or festivities long over. I know your stories. I don’t need to hear stories , no matter how much you might think you need to tell them to feel like you still matter.”
Thor’s eyes blazed—no, crackled, as if with lightning about to strike me from their irises.
Be brave, Oli.
Be enough.
You are enough .
The wag of a dog’s tail in my periphery almost drew my gaze from Thor’s, but I could not be distracted by potential tricksters.
Not yet.
“The same stories eventually get old and boring to hear again, if they are all you ever tell, and you never create new ones. I am a new story, here, now. And when you, the great god Thor, have finished your celebrations and recounting of the past, you will have the balls to move on to your next chapter, believing you can make new, better stories. Do you understand? Or are you too much of a coward to try?”
More lightning flickered across the blue of Thor’s eyes, and I wondered if this was the same stare-down the Midgard Serpent had faced before it died.
Thor yanked my hips, slamming me back upon the table. He renewed his fucking, and through the wildness on his face spread a brilliant smile.
“I am going to find new monsters to slay.”
“Yes.”
“New holes to fuck.”
“ Yes .”
“New experiences, ones never known to me, that I might revel in as much as I reveled in all else!”
“Yes!”
“And I am going to make… you… come!”
The next yes left me as barely a squeak, and I came that moment into Thor’s mighty palm, as he stroked and fucked me in tandem. The heat of him filling me followed only a few mighty thrusts later.
“And…” Thor huffed as he sagged upon me, “I am going to have some of those same adventures in new ways… as a new man and new god, better than I was.”
“Yes,” I said tenderly, whispering against his cheek, “you are.”
Thor rolled off of me with a clatter of the plates and mugs around us. For the first time, his bold voice sounded almost wistful. “It was just… easier, you know? Living in the past rather than imagining an unknown future.”
“I understand, even though, for me, it’s the opposite. Just maybe don’t put all your friends to sleep the next time you need an outlet.”
Thor chuckled and gave my shoulder a hefty shove that caused me to spill the honey jar. What a mess we were, sticky with ale and honey, sweat and come. I wondered if Thor and Loki had ever been in this state together.
The trickster god would not leave my thoughts, but I knew looking for the dog I’d thought I glimpsed wouldn’t amount to much. Instead, I traced the image of Mjolnir on the belt still fastened to me.
“Should you ever pry your hammer from Sindri’s arms beneath this table, I would like to hear those new stories of yours. Someday .”
Thor laughed again. “Loki bested me like always, eh? The damn imp.”
“Damn indeed, but I bested you. And if I can, I intend to best him too.”
“Do you?” Thor lifted his head. “Now, that would be a feat worthy of a story.”
“Perhaps it will be. But first, please tell me there is a way to clean up around here?”
There was, and far more enjoyably than I could have guessed. Being in the mountain home of the dwarves should have made it obvious. Off the dining hall was a great bathing chamber, with bowls and soaps for cleansing, and a natural hot spring for soaking.
Frankly, after feasting, ale, and the exhilaration of wearing that belt—and taking Thor’s cock—I was so content, I wasn’t even thinking about when Loki might next come for me.
The approach of feet made me lurch upright in the waist-high water. I felt hopeful, forced to admit my lie. Thor had cleansed himself more quickly and left me to soak, saying he had something to attend to. This had to be Loki, here to whisk me away.
My ginger hair, clean and wet, clung to my neck and shoulders. I tried to tamp down my excitement to see Loki again, feeling I had to be right in my assumptions of him, I had to be, as the door swung open—
To reveal a different god, an Aesir like Thor, given his similar stature and bulging muscles.
He was handsome and powerful like Thor too, but his eyes captured me even more intensely, a light gray color that could have been silver.
He had paler ginger hair than mine or Thor’s, shorn completely on both sides with a top fringe like Thorsten’s, and a long centrally braided beard.
He wore bracers and scanty undergarments that strained from the size of him, a match for Thor there as well, and he carried a large ale vat that he set down within the bathing chamber as if it were a no greater feat than transporting a mug.
By the time I’d recovered enough from my surprise to ask his name, his missing right hand gave his identity away.
Tyr.
The old god of war and justice looked me up and down within the clear water of the hot spring and grinned. “Aren’t you a pretty thing? Mouthy too, I’ve heard. What was it you mocked about my stump?”
Oh fuck .