Chapter 10 - A Prelude
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A Prelude
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Rubbing his tusks down the smooth slope of Sten's shoulder, Rask indulged himself in a taste, a lick, a nibble; clean, sweet sweat and sauna-warmed skin rolling over his tongue.
Against him, Sten moaned, melting into Rask.
The little human clutched so desperately at him, pressing even closer as Rask sucked and kissed his way up that tender neck, exploring the strangely dainty curves of Sten's ears.
Rask pulled Sten's heated body against his eagerly, seeking more; smiling to himself at Sten's satisfying groan as Rask bit curiously at the round, human shell.
Carding his fingers in the thick hair of the bergsr?'s chest, Sten pressed so firmly that Rask released his prize, curious. Only to be surprised by Sten's mouth on his as the bold little man leaned up to claim another kiss.
Hips rocking against the bergsr?'s thigh, Sten proved an enthusiastic thing. The human's tongue flicked against the bergsr?'s lips, diving in between the seam to lick the bergsr?'s teeth, making Rask's breath hitch.
He let his lips part, allowing Sten access, purring in delight when he didn't hesitate to explore. Rask groaned, leaning into the hands smoothing across his chest and down his belly, Sten showing no hesitation as his fingers wandered further and further south.
"How do you like your bed partners, Rask?" Sten murmured as he pressed in close, his beard brushing Rask's neck as Sten's hand smoothed its way down.
Sighing in satisfaction at the curl of fearless fingers encircling his cock, Rask leaned back and spread his legs, giving Sten space to work.
“With thighs trembling around Rask. Sinking into sweet heat as partner squirms and moans with pleasure,” he answered without even having to consider it, glancing up at the little human. “And Sten?”
“Oh.” Sten’s voice had gone wonderfully husky and low as he chuckled, his grip delightfully firm as he slowly stroked. “I believe we are better matched than you might think. That sounds like a dream."
Rask blinked up at him. "Sten would wish that?"
"Very much.” Sten swallowed. "I don't know if I will be able to manage all of you. But by all the gods, would I dearly like to try.”
“Rask…would like that, too," Rask admitted, drinking in the sight of the man.
Humming a delighted little sound, Sten preened under Rask's open admiration.
His cock was already erect, jutting up proud and flushed from a thick nest of curls as if eager for inspection.
Though it filled Sten's hand as the human reached down to adjust himself, in a strict comparison the human's cock was much smaller than a bergsr?'s, and it could claim none of the girth.
Tucked up snug inside a lip of skin, the tip peeking out was bulbed, with a small slit that grew shiny as it leaked a bead of clear fluid.
The shaft was oddly smooth and with a complete lack of anything identifiable as the ridge of a stone, but Rask wouldn't say he found it repulsive.
Quite the opposite, really, for there was a strange sort of beauty in its simplicity.
Rask couldn't help but imagine how it would feel sliding between his lips and over his tongue. He decided to find out if reality matched his dreaming as he knelt before Sten, reaching out to wrap his slate-blue hand around that oddly smooth cock.
"Oh!" Sten gasped, then sighed with pleasure. He leaned back, his hips thrusting, his cock firm and eager in Rask's grip. "Oh, that's nice."
“Rask wish to taste,” Rask told him. “Sten allow it?”
Sten nodded frantically, and Rask smiled at the strangled, "Gods, yes… " that escaped him.
Rask's hand tightened, stroking Sten firmly and enjoying the sight of his mouth falling open, the depth and texture of his groans. Leaning forward, Rask ducked his head to lick a long, experimental stripe up the length of the human's cock.
Sten swore, his hands clutching the wooden bench beneath him as his legs trembled, knees spreading further open.
Shouldering his way between them, Rask quickly swallowed Sten down, marveling at how he could fit Sten's entire cock in his mouth.
How he could lap and play with the little human's cock, sucking and swallowing around it, nuzzling his nose into the nest of curly, coarse hair at the base.
At how easily it slid between Rask's tusks.
"Rask," Sten panted, hands scrabbling at the bergsr?'s shoulders. "Rask!"
"What?" Rask asked, relenting. "Sten alright?"
"Sten is great," the human chuckled weakly. "But you have to stop. I'm gonna come."
"…Yes?" Rask stared up at him, confused.
Flashing him a lopsided smile, Sten reached out to cup Rask's cheek, his fingers sliding into the bergsr?'s hair, making him purr. "I want to come with you inside me, Rask, if we can manage it. Want to feel you. All of you."
But Rask hesitated, unsure.
Sten frowned. "What's wrong?"
Humans were so little, and Rask…Rask was bergsr?. He just couldn't see how it could work.
"Sten very small. Rask might hurt Sten."
"Ah. Well." Sten's smile turned wry. "I appreciate the concern, but I swear to you Rask: I'm not inexperienced at this.
When I was a journeyman mason on my waltz, I made the most of my three years to learn about all sorts of things — many far beyond the bounds of my tradecraft.
I was a…particularly devoted student of the bedroom arts during that time, let's say.
Partners may be harder to come by these days, but I've acquired more than a few tools of the trade, nor have I slacked in my solo studies since, I can assure you. "
"But — "
"Don't worry," Sten grinned softly. "I'll tell you if I have to stop, but I'll hate myself if I don't at least try. We'll need oil or something though. Not sure how it is with bergsr?r, but human males usually require a bit of help to ease the way."
"Bergsr?r too." Rask cocked his head, thinking. "Rask have jug of oil in kitchen. Traded from hamnfolk to use for cooking, but Hjarta said very good for this too."
Sten looked confused, but nodded. "And it's…safe for humans?"
Rask pressed a kiss to Sten's lips, delighted as the human's small mouth opened so easily under his. Hungry, too, which was its own delight. That little tongue darted in like an adventurous kitten; only for Sten to moan, fists gripping Rask tight whenever the bergsr? met it with his own.
"It only help, not harm. In some things, our kinds not so different," Rask murmured once they'd parted. "Trust Rask."
"I do." Sten smiled, taking Rask's hand and dropping a kiss onto his knuckles before leaning away. "How about you go fetch the oil and feed Messy, and I'll stay down here a moment to…clean up? Then we'll see if I can take you after all."
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Messy had still been sleeping when Rask carefully snuck back upstairs, her little sides rising and falling as he tiptoed past.
Distracted, riled up, and anxious about not hurting Sten, it was tough to force his thoughts onto what to feed Sten's dog, but he managed.
Some of yesterday's oatcakes, crumbled and mashed with some goat's milk to soften them, all topped with goat cheese.
With Sten still in the bathing chamber below, Rask even retrieved a small piece of jerky from the cold box next to the sink; filling the time by tearing the dried meat into tiny pieces, and sprinkling over the top.
She woke up right as Rask set the bowl down by her basket, tail wagging with excitement as she dove in while Rask headed back upstairs.
"Y'know, a few meals like that and I'm not sure Messy won't just decide to stay up here," Sten said from the doorway down to the understory, one bare shoulder leaned against the frame. "That offer for dinner still available?"
"Rask make Sten a big meal if Sten come here," Rask told him, crooking a finger at him and grinning.
"Oh, Sten intends to come there, and here, and — where's your bed?"
Rask only grinned, beckoning Sten closer.
With a smile Sten did as the bergsr? bade him, leaning up for an oh-so-welcome kiss.
Rask groaned against those lips, heart thudding hard against his ribs as Sten slipped his tiny hands up Rask’s chest and over his shoulders.
Up, up, up the length of his throat and into his hair; boldly exploring, curling, tracing over the bergsr?’s face and skull.
He gasped in Rask’s ear as Rask began to explore as well, curious what this man would enjoy.
The trail of kisses Rask pressed from lips to jaw to earlobe to throat earned him a sweet groan.
Sten's breath hitched as Rask mouthed down that firm column, just over the fluttering pulse of the melody within.
And the needy whine it earned him when Rask sucked a kiss into that warm slope where neck curved into shoulder?
Delicious.
Tugging slightly on their joined hands, Sten led the bergsr? backwards, Rask moving eagerly with him.
When the human bumped the table behind him with a slight wooden clatter, Rask could guess the rough shape of his plan…
But Rask had a better one, palms sliding up from their grip on Sten’s hips to his shoulders.
Sten yelped, laughing as Rask spun him roughly. One hand dropping to gently tease Sten's balls and cock, the other pressed against the human’s chest, pinning him to the bergsr?'s own. Rask grunted, pleased at how eagerly Sten allowed his manhandling.
"Sten right. Sten bring Rask many gifts," he murmured into the damp skin of Sten's neck, slotting his cock within the welcoming channel of Sten's ass and beginning to rut. "Rask would have them all."
"O-oh, yes," Sten groaned, trying to rub himself against Rask's fist as the bergsr? continued to taunt and play. "Whatever you like. P-please, Rask, please."
Needing no more encouragement than that, Rask wrapped a protective hand over Sten's delicate cock. Shifting his other hand from the man's chest to the cup the back of his neck, he pushed Sten down onto the sturdy wooden surface of the table.
“Rask, wha—?”
“Sten grip table and relax,” Rask murmured, holding the human in place as he watched his cock slide through the valley between those fleshy cheeks.
But Sten did not relax.
"I need lubrication, Rask," Sten warned, urgency in his voice. "Oil or something, remember?"
But Rask only shushed him, leaning back so he could slip a finger down the cleft of Sten's ass now, and gauge how the human's body would react. "Rask remember. But Rask enjoys spoiling partners. Sten not tired, hiking whole way up mountain? Let Rask take care of Sten."
And though Rask watched very carefully for any further sign of resistance, none came.
Only Sten's immediate and total capitulation; his entire body relaxing under the bergsr?’s attentions.
Back and shoulders flexed magnificently, the human stretched his hands up the length of the table's surface, gripping its corners just as ordered.
With a grunt of satisfaction, Rask cupped the globes of Sten's ass with his palms, holding them apart to stroke a thumb up and down the revealed crevice. Heat pooling in his belly, Rask hummed in pleasure to see how eagerly the little ring of muscle responded to his touch.
Curious how the human would react, he spread Sten's cheeks wider still, leaning forward to tongue experimentally at the puckered hole hidden there like some secret treasure.
"O-oh!" Sten shouted with a note of surprise, his hips bucking hard.
Yet he made no noise of disagreement, nor attempts to squirm away.
Rask swiftly set his forearm across Sten's lower back, pressing the human down against the table.
Target securely braced, Rask returned his attention to licking a long, indulgent swirl around Sten's softening hole; briefly fluttering over the rim before probing more urgently with the tip.
Beneath him, Sten panted and writhed, thighs trembling as Rask pushed on. His body eagerly gave way to the bergsr?'s invasion, Sten's sweet moans heralding his charge.
Pressing intently against the tight ring of muscle, Rask smiled as it relaxed, welcoming him in. He kept a firm hold on the body beneath him now as Sten groaned and shook; thrusting his tongue deeper, licking into the human and reveling in how eagerly Sten responded to Rask's touch.
Fingers digging into Sten's skin, Rask dove in completely, wanting — no, needing — to press this man to his limits, to find out how far he could go.
"Oh, oh, oh," Sten cried out, a long string of babbled moaning.
"More?" Rask asked him, laughing; confident he already knew the answer as he slid a finger admiringly around that delightfully greedy hole.
"Gods, yes, Rask," Sten moaned, bucking as Rask pressed inward; testing, taunting.
"Sten certain?" Rask couldn't help but tease, so enamored was he with Sten's response.
"Please," Sten whined, and Rask purred as Sten tilted his hips to give Rask better access. "Please, Rask."
Slowly, carefully, Rask slipped his pinkie in alongside his tongue, Sten's groaning washing over the bergsr? like strong mead.
The human took the digit so easily, he immediately swapped it for one larger.
The slide of his middle finger in and out of Sten's body left Rask entranced, absorbed in the sound of Sten's enthusiastic moans.
Laving a long swirl around the butter-soft rim before diving back into Sten's heat, Rask slipped his thumb between the man's legs as well; massaging, pressing. Wondering if humans were built the same manner as bergsr?r.
Judging from the jump in register of Sten's broken babbling; the way his body trembled and quivered now as Rask licked and thrust and rubbed? He suspected they were — or at least close enough that it was worth finding out for certain, to ferret out every potential avenue of Sten's enjoyment.
Rask would need to be careful. No matter how delightfully Sten wriggled under the bergsr?'s attention, or how greedily his hole responded to Rask's questing tongue, he still could not risk Sten harm.
From the outside, humans and bergsr?r shared many similarities, not accounting for size.
But size was the very problem, for it couldn't be discounted here.
Even Rask's hands were twice that of Sten's, and his cock was nearly as large as the human's wrist.
Hmm…
Holding Sten in place as Rask twisted and crooked his finger, searching to see if —
Sten wailed, his entire body shuddering, seizing around its intruders.
Ah, yes, there. It seemed humans shared that with bergsr?r as well. Rask smiled, burying tongue and finger deeper into the human's heat, as he proceeded to make Sten sing an entirely different sort of song.