Chapter 11 - A Persistence
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A Persistence
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The going was less easy when Rask attempted a second finger, however; leaving him uncertain if Sten would get his wish after all.
He'd have to, and easily, if he intended to fit the bergsr?'s cock. Rask wouldn’t risk anything further unless he was certain the little human could take him with minimal discomfort.
"Don't stop," Sten begged as Rask withdrew his fingers. "Oh, Rask, please don't stop."
"Shush," Rask told him, pressing a kiss to that tantalizing slope of ass as the bergsr? rose to his feet. "Rask get oil. Sten wait here."
"Not sure I can do otherwise," Sten muttered as Rask quickly searched his shelves. "I can't even feel my legs…"
Rask chuckled as he picked up the big glass jug, pulling free the stopper and pouring a measure into his hand.
Pressed from a little green fruit, Rask made a mental note to stop by the hamnfolk's orchard on the southern side of his mountain to pick up more before Sten's next visit.
Setting the jug down on a nearby chair where it'd be close but safe, Rask slicked up his fingers and nudged Sten's legs apart with his knee. Rubbing a warning around the rim of Sten's hole, this time when Rask thrust his fingers into that tight heat they slid in easily all the way home.
Plunging his fingers in and out of Sten now, Rask fucked him with easy, smooth strokes.
That sweet spot inside the human seemed to be both deeper and smaller than it was in a bergsr?, meaning Rask had to adjust his angle to match.
Yet he still managed to slide across it more often than not, judging by Sten's near-constant keening, which provided plenty of motivation to improve his accuracy.
"Rask could keep Sten like this for hours," Rask murmured as he worked. "For days. Forever, if Sten wished."
Rask wished. Wished that a great deal; to toy with this man, to tease him, to fuck him without end…
"G-gods," Sten choked out in response. But then Rask managed to wriggle his tongue in beside his fingers, and the rest of the human's noises were nothing like words.
There was a dribble of something wet on Rask's thigh where he knelt, and he grinned when he looked down.
Sten's cock, thick and full, jutted proudly below the lip of the table. A long, thin string glistened between the drop of cum gathering at its flushed tip and the small trail sliding down the curve of the bergsr?’s knee.
Experimentally, he stroked Sten's sweet spot again; the human's moan ringing out in Rask's kitchen as another dollop of cum fell.
"More," Sten panted, body clenching so desperately around Rask's fingers now. "Need more, Rask. Want to be able to take you. All of you. Please."
Rask growled. If it was more the human wished, then more the bergsr? would give, Sten practically singing as Rask carefully worked another finger in.
Sten had been telling the truth about not being inexperienced, but Rask had still worried about the human's ability to fit a bergsr?'s cock.
Yet his body opened so beautifully for the bergsr? each time Rask demanded more of him; twisting and thrusting and stroking and drinking in every note of Sten's melody as it climbed higher and higher.
"Rask! Rask," Sten moaned. "I'm ready. Please. Fuck me. Need you to — oh — to fill me up.”
Rask shuddered, his cock aching with the urge to be buried in the tight, hot body clenching around his fingers. They slid in so easily now; had for quite a while. And if Sten felt he was ready? With how prettily the human begged, Rask was only happy to oblige.
He leaned back, removing his fingers, and Sten made such a sad little noise that Rask laughed.
“Sten want Rask’s cock or not?” Rask teased as he stood, slapping that upturned ass.
Sten only groaned in answer. Satisfaction filled Rask from head to toe at the proof he'd turned the human into hardly more than a collection of lax muscles and zinging nerves pooled loosely on top of Rask's table and dribbling onto his floor.
It was a glorious sight, Rask thought as he tipped out more oil to slick up his cock; one he'd be remembering for any number of meals eaten here to come. But now it was the main course he hungered for, sliding his hands under a groaning Sten’s unresisting body and turning him on his back like a roasting bird.
Rask slicked Sten's cock too with another generous handful of the oil, the human hissing at the spread of slick fluid up and down the length of his shaft. Blearily he reached up to grab the table corners again, evidently happy to let Rask fold him into position until the human’s knees practically touched his ears.
“Sten sure?” Rask murmured. He didn’t dare to allow the eagerness filling his belly to fill his voice as well, for fear of pressuring Sten into something they'd both regret.
He was about to take Sten now, to claim him, and Rask suspected there'd be no going back after, at least not for him.
Rask wanted it to be good for the little human.
He wanted Sten to return to the bergsr?'s mountain again and again. Perhaps even to stay and…
“Yeah,” Sten sighed, beaming a blissfully fucked-out grin up at Rask, warm and radiant and – “Ready for you.”
Rask pressed the tip of his cock to Sten's eager hole, drawing a gasp from Sten. His eyelashes fluttered closed, Sten hissing as Rask rubbed the crown in little circles around the soft and open rim.
"You're a godsblighted tease," Sten laughed, bright and full of joy. He attempted to wriggle himself closer, but failed thanks to the grip Rask had on Sten's ankle.
"Rask take care of Sten," the bergsr? reminded him.
"I know," Sten replied, beaming up at Rask.
They both moaned together as Rask pressed in, driving himself slowly into that tight, hot furl.
Biting his lip at the delicious squeeze and heat engulfing his cock, Rask drove forward deliberately, judiciously; Sten's body gripping him so sweetly as he pulled back, silky and warm.
Over and over, Rask rocked; widening the way, sinking a little further each time.
"Sweet Sága, you're huge," Sten panted, biceps bulging as he gripped the table corners above his head. "I'm going to feel this for a week. I hope you know that."
"Sten stay here then," Rask murmured, as Rask plunged steadily into Sten, working his way in deeper. "Hiking down mountain stupid. Much better spend week in Rask's bed, resting."
"Resting?" Sten laughed, his breath hitching as Rask sank another measure inside him. "Is that what we'd — oh — be doing?"
Rask chuckled, pulling out to add more oil, before sliding in again to regain his lost ground with one smooth stroke that had Sten tipping his head back with a sigh, exposing that tender, lovely throat.
"Occasionally," Rask admitted, leaning in to brace his free hand on the wood above Sten's shoulder.
He could feel his control slipping, the primordial urge rising to fuck and claim and rut warring with his desire not to hurt the tiny human. Sten was too small, Rask's cock too big, the table too hard; Rask needed —
"More, Rask," Sten demanded, ankles looping around Rask's sides, one hand coming down to clutch Rask's wrist. "Come on, big guy, don't hold back. Want you filling me up, remember?"
"Sten small and fragile," Rask replied, his words strained. "Sten deserves care."
"Not that fragile," Sten growled. "And what I deserve right now is for you to fuck me. Hard."
"Sten bossy for one so little," Rask murmured as he pulled out again, but Sten just laughed breathlessly.
"I'm actually the biggest man in my village, if you — oh!" Sten's eyes crossed as Rask made another slow, firm push in. He groaned in ecstasy as the bergsr? drove unrelentingly into the tightness of Sten's body, eager to learn all its unfamiliar pathways.
Despite Sten's complaints, it wasn’t long before Rask's belly pressed flush against the backs of Sten's trembling thighs, and the bergsr? stilled, smirking down at the stunned, panting little human beneath him.
"Small," Rask insisted, tracing his fingertip down Sten's collarbone, delving through the forest of hair growing over his chest and down his belly. "Small and precious, like a treasure."
"Rask," Sten gasped, again and again; voice breaking on Rask's name. "S-so big."
Rask froze. "Too big?"
"No!" Sten exclaimed, then laughed weakly as he pressed a hand low over his belly. "No. Just…new. Gloriously…new," he panted. "L-like I should f-feel you. Like everything's shifted out of the way. I know it's not, but just…give me a moment."
"Rask give Sten all the time Sten needs," Rask breathed softly, no less lost in the sensations of the man himself.
He brushed his hand next to Sten's over the human's belly; pressing, curious to see what he'd been talking about.
Rask found nothing there that shouldn't be, yet it was easy to imagine the little human filled up by nothing but Rask's cock, needing nothing but Rask's cock.
Flexing, Rask smiled at the resulting soft gasp as Sten felt the bergsr? move inside him.
It was as if Sten's body were molding itself around Rask, that tight clench unlike anything he'd ever experienced.
It was almost too tight, if Rask was being honest; hovering just on this side of bearable.
But the sensation of Sten relaxing around him, accommodating him, hungering for him? Oh, there was nothing like it.
"Alright, Rask," Sten gasped, his legs squeezing Rask, the heels of his feet digging into the bergsr?'s ass and pulling him closer. "I'm good. Move. Please."
"Sten sure? Rask not hurt — "
"I know. I know," Sten interrupted him. "You're not — forgive me, but — your cock's not the biggest thing I've ever taken.
It's blighted close, mind you, but… humans are very adaptable, Rask.
You're being so careful, taking such good care of me.
But please, listen: You won't break me, Rask. I'll be alright."
Rask eyed him suspiciously. "What biggest thing?"
"What?" Sten asked, confused.
"What biggest thing Sten taken before Rask?"
"Oh," Sten smiled bashfully. "A, um — a man's fist once, when I was young and very daring."
He held up his own fist, his clenched hand about the size of a bergsr?'s stone.
"Rask think Sten very daring now," Rask said, leaning down for a kiss that left Sten breathless and panting.
Or perhaps it was how the movement meant Rask's cock had driven deeper inside the man, while at the same time his bodyweight had pressed against Sten's chest, squishing him into the hard wood of the table. Either way, it was enough to make up Rask's mind.
"What—? No! Rask — " Sten yelped as Rask began pulling out, wrapping his limbs tight around the bergsr? in an effort to keep him in place. "I told you, I can take it."
"Sten want to 'take it'?" Rask asked him, ignoring Sten's protests as he gripped Sten's ankles and unhooked his legs from where they clutched at the bergsr?'s waist. "Then Sten and Rask move to bed. Rask want Sten comfortable while Rask plows Sten into mattress."
"Oh. Well," Sten murmured as he released his hold, blinking up at Rask as the bergsr? lifted the bold little human into his arms. "In that case…"
Carrying Sten into his bedroom, Rask deposited him on the massive oak-framed bed. Sten beamed up at the bergsr? as if he were a particularly pleased pup, nestled in the very center of the furs covering the bergsr?'s enormous mattress.
Like this, he did not look as scrawny as Rask had thought when he'd first seen the human hiking over the hillcrest on his quest. He was still small enough that his limbs didn't reach the edges of the bedding.
But as he'd just pointed out, the bergsr? did him no credit to worry that even a too-hasty kiss might break him.
Sten was stronger and braver than he looked. Rask needed to remember that.
"Well? What are you waiting for, Rask?" Sten urged, his gaze heated as he spread his thighs, giving Rask an eyeful of all Sten's many gifts. "You said you wanted to take care of me, right? So how about coming over here and —mphf!— "
Flipping the little human easily, Rask yanked Sten's hips up as he shouted in surprise until he was kneeling in position.
With a laugh, Sten settled onto his chest and canting his ass invitingly, flashing a warm smile up at Rask over his shoulder. "That's more like it," Sten purred.
Rask moved swiftly, crawling between Sten's splayed legs and nudging them wider, arranging the smaller man to accommodate the bergsr?'s size.
Gripping his cock, Rask slapped it against Sten’s well-fucked hole a few times. It was a good sight, watching the muscle flutter weakly in response and knowing it'd been Rask who'd done that. That it would be Rask who'd do so much more.
Rask lined himself up, holding Sten's hip with his free hand to keep the wriggling human in place.
They moaned together as Rask thrust into him, both of them still so slick from all the oil it made for a long, luxurious slide.
The bergsr? sank so easily into Sten's body this time, that he drove him flat into the bed; Sten letting out a low keen as he was speared fully on Rask’s cock.
"Sten alright?"
"Incredible," Sten panted. "Rask, you — you feel incredible."
"Sten feel like hearth-fire and honey," he told Sten, mouthing at the soft skin at the join of his shoulder and neck, rubbing his tusks over the tender flesh.
"Have I found myself a poet, hidden in the crevasses of the mountain?" Sten gasped as he clenched and flexed around Rask, his body endeavoring to accommodate the bergsr?’s size.
Leaning back just enough to brace both arms on either side of the man's head, Rask's hips started moving of their own accord; slow, gentle rolls that left them both groaning and sighing.
"Perfect," Sten whispered, voice strained but eager, hands fisting in the furs. "Perfect."
Rask shuddered in agreement, his eyes closing as he chased the rhythm of Sten's body.