Chapter 12 - A Promise
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A Promise
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"More, Rask," Sten panted. "Want all of you. Please, Rask. Please."
Rask sought Sten's sweet spot again, ready to give it to him. Hips driving hard now, the sound of them grew louder as Sten's body clenched and squeezed around him, Sten wailing so gloriously each time Rask found his goal.
The bergsr? growled in pride to hear it, gripping Sten's hips tight and yanking him back to meet Rask's thrusts.
"Oh, yes," Sten hissed, his entire body jolting with every plunge as Rask snapped forward, setting a punishing pace. "Yes, yes, yesyesyes— "
The sound of their skin slapping together filled Rask's bedroom, the heady scent of sex and sweat a sweet perfume.
Wrapping a hand around Sten's cock, Rask stroked him in time with the rapid rocking of his hips, thrilling as Sten arched and moaned as Rask drove deeper and deeper in.
He was going to claim this beautiful, clever human as his; plunder every measure of Sten's body and release his seed in that warm, welcoming clench.
Rask's stone would fill, securing them together in liminal ecstasy even after they'd both peaked.
The warmth and heft of Sten's own stone when it also filled Rask's hand; the sounds he would make as Rask's stone stroked him inside; they way he would quiver around the bergsr? as Rask played with his spent cock; the tender glow of satisfaction as they remained connected after?
Rask wanted that so badly. It'd been far too long, he could admit that. And here was Sten — bold, sweet, joyful Sten — to share it with him again. So it took him a moment to realize…
He couldn't have it.
Sten's shaft was smooth. Humans, so much as Rask was aware, didn't have a stone. And — to Rask's mounting horror — if Sten had only lain with other humans until now…
He might not even know there were other possibilities.
Rask grunted, his hips slowing.
"Mmm…Rask?" Sten murmured muzzily. "Did you come?"
"Not yet," the bergsr? answered.
"Then why'd you stop?" Sten complained. "Everything feels great."
"Sten, bergsr? cocks…have stones," Rask warned him.
"What, really?" Sten's voice perked up. "Like an orc's?"
Rask buried his face in Sten's neck and nodded. "Yes."
Wait.
"Sten has bedded an orc?" Rask asked. Perhaps he needn't have feared after all.
"No," Sten replied bashfully. "I've just heard the rumors. One of their merchants came through the village once though. He had to duck to get through the pub doorway. So, how big are we talking about here?"
There was an oddly curious note in his words as Sten twisted around to look over his shoulder.
"Big," Rask said, pulling out, his stone already forming. "See?"
"Oh," Sten murmured, studying the growing swell at the base of the bergsr?'s cock with a keen interest.
He reached out, fingers brushing across the surface. Rask hissed in pleasure, but Sten froze.
"Does it…hurt you?" Sten asked with a frown that disappeared when Rask shook his head no. "Does it feel good?"
"For Rask? Yes," the bergsr? answered. "And Hjarta enjoyed Rask's stone very much. But Rask not know if as enjoyable for humans."
Sten chewed his lip, his fingers still caressing the swell of the bergsr?'s stone. "Tell me, will it be bigger than my fist?"
Rask frowned as Sten held up his clenched hand.
"No." Rask shook his head. "Same. Maybe little smaller."
"Then I would very much like to find out," Sten confessed.
"But might hurt Sten," Rask replied doubtfully.
"So you keep saying. Never know unless we try though," Sten said, settling back into position. “And if your stone will already be inside of me when you come, then it sounds as if I get all of the enjoyment and none of the struggle of working it in. Win-win."
"Sten's body not built to take stone as a bergsr?’s is. What if Sten not have right parts to make it good?"
"My body is currently a puddle of goo," Sten laughed. "I have no problem believing that it can take anything for a chance at something like that."
Rask's frown deepened. "Sten jokes, but Rask very serious."
"I know," Sten assured him. "And I know you want to take care of me, and that you worry about anything happening to me.
That's why I trust you enough to try all this.
But you've got to trust me too, right? I'll be alright, Rask.
Or you can heal me, like you did with my ankle.
But I'm not going anywhere unless you kick me off your entire mountain, so we might as well figure out what each of us is capable of — now, together. "
Rask stared at him, a strange, fond warmth growing into the hollows of his chest that'd too long lain alone and cold.
And he had so eagerly taken Rask's fingers as well as his tongue, each nearly double the human's own…
"Fine," the bergsr? grumbled. "But if Sten gets hurt, Sten stays with Rask until better."
"Then it sounds like I win either way," Sten smiled, wiggling his ass hopefully. "C’mon, Rask. Fuck me, as hard and deep as you can. Get me ready to take your stone, alright?"
"Sten hold on to something," Rask murmured. "Rask go slowly."
"Please don’t on my accou-ohgodsbefffffuuuuuuu— " Sten moaned as Rask slid back into him, thrusting now with such delicious ease the bergsr? could almost believe this might work as well as Sten hoped.
"Yes, Rask," the man pleaded. "Please. More. Show me how a bergsr? really fucks."
With a snarl, Rask pulled back and snapped his hips forward, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room as Sten threw his head back, gasping.
Rask's grip tightened around the tiny human's waist, lifting Sten into a better position until he was presenting that glorious ass to the bergsr? fucking him. Harder and faster now, he chased the sound of Sten's pleasure as a wild and thready keening erupted from his lips.
Angling just so, Rask shifted until —
"Oh y-yes," Sten wailed. "Gods; right there. Don't hold back."
"Never again," Rask promised this daring creature who'd talked his way into a bergsr?'s bed, plowing the little human's furrow as hard as he dared.
Massaging that place inside him with Rask's cock, stone growing with every thrust until it was catching on the rim of Sten's soft and slick hole, driving him wilder still.
"Rask," Sten chanted, over and over. "Rask."
"Beautiful," Rask whispered, pressing kisses to the man's nape and shoulder.
"You…need t-to leave your mountain m-more," Sten replied, his voice shaky and breathless, his body so pliant in the bergsr?'s arms.
"Sten a beautiful treasure," Rask repeated against Sten's soft skin, reaching for his cock. "What Sten need?"
"Just this. Just you," Sten sobbed, making Rask's heart clench as he redoubled his efforts.
Sten was dribbling again, his cock leaking steadily now as his orgasms rolled through him, spilling over Rask's hand.
Lifting it to his mouth quickly, salt burst over the bergsr?'s tongue.
He licked it clean before returning to grip the warm velvet of Sten's cock, thrilling as the human bucked in Rask's hold from all the sensations.
Rask was so close now. He leaned forward, covering Sten's body as it clutched so greedy and hot and perfect around the bergsr?'s cock.
Thrusts coming harder and faster, Rask grunted as he chased his peak in Sten's sweet clench and slide. His stone ached, his balls pulling tight. He wasn't going to last much longer.
"Oh!" Sten cried out as Rask buried his face in Sten's shoulder, driving harder and harder, until — with an urgent, sharp thrust — Rask slammed his hips forward.
Burying his cock deep within Sten's hole, Rask's seed pulsed, and pulsed, and pulsed; marking the little human's deepest, most secret parts.
Rask plunged into him again, grunting, spilling his second load deeper still as Sten moaned; clutching Rask's wrists tightly where the bergsr?'s hands were planted on either side of Sten's shoulders, bracketing him in.
For the third and last time, Rask drove his cock into Sten's welcoming body. Already so pliant and slick with the bergsr?'s two previous waves, now Rask's final filled the little human to the brim.
With a shout, Sten buried his face into the pillows as Rask's stone surged within him; claiming him, stoppering the bergsr?'s seed inside.
The human's low keening was glorious to Rask's ears, deep and reassuringly enthusiastic.
Enough to quell even Rask's anxieties that Sten should find this enjoyable too.
Then Rask began to gently rock.
"Ah, that's incredible. Oh—!" Sten wailed as Rask's stone stroked his sweet spot, voice shining with pleasure.
The little human squirmed and writhed, cock dribbling all over Rask's hand as the bergsr? massaged him from the inside, Sten's hole fluttering as it adjusted around the bergsr?'s wholly filled stone.
"So much," Sten whispered, his hands kneading at Rask's bed furs like a satisfied house cat.
"Sten alright," Rask murmured, pressing kisses into Sten's shoulder to calm his pounding heart. "Sten will take Rask's stone. Rask will take care of Sten."
Sten laughed, and the sound made something ease inside Rask's chest.
"Sweet Sága; you feel amazing. Please don't fret so much, Rask."
"Want make good for Sten," Rask admitted. "Want Sten come back."
"After this? Oh, just you try and keep me away," Sten chuckled, clenching down on Rask's cock, and Rask shuddered at the sensations it sent surging through his stone.
Rask's fingers slid along the curve of Sten's hip, unable to properly convey the words with all the blood rushing into his stone.
Instead, he wrapped his limbs around Sten's body and rolled them onto their sides, able to relax now that he was no longer in danger of crushing the little human with his weight.
He nosed at Sten's shoulder as he trembled around the bergsr?'s stone, so very pleased at how well Sten was taking him.
Rask hadn't felt such contentment… Well, it’d been a long time. Too long, that was clear. And here he was, already anticipating Sten's next visit, even while the man remained impaled on the bergsr?'s cock.
"So uh…how long does your stone usually last?" Sten asked after a while.
"Not so long, if Sten very still,” Rs answered him. “Soon Rask's stone soften, then Sten more comfortable. But try not to move until fully gone, or stone returns."
Sten twisted, looking over his shoulder.
"Really?! Like, no moving at all?"
"Sten moving."
"Fuck," Sten said, turning his face back toward the furs, his hand reaching down to curl around Rask's own. "Okay. Okay, I can be still. Next time I'll have to remember to stash some snacks nearby. Oh, and water."
Rask growled, his stone throbbing at the thought of 'next time'.
"Sten wish this again?" he whispered.
"Of course," Sten mumbled sleepily. "I made a bargain to come back here, didn't I?"
Rask frowned. "This not part of Bargain," he reminded Sten.
"I know," Sten yawned. "Lucky me, huh?"
Rask's chest was full to bursting.
"Yes," he said, nosing against Sten's hair. "Very lucky."
"Not sure I could ever get used to this," Sten murmured, shifting. "In a good way!" he added at Rask's jolt of alarm. "Well, unless you’ll tire of me begging for seconds and thirds."
"Never," Rask assured him. "Rask build Sten own room here if Sten wish. Visit whenever Sten like."
"My… own room?" Sten asked, stilling.
"Yes," Rask nodded, assuming this meant Sten was intrigued by his offer. "Traveling up Rask's mountain very difficult, especially for one so small."
"I confess it's not easy." Sten chuckled, his touch trailing along Rask's forearm now. "But if I'm hiking all the way up here for a visit, I'd far rather sleep in your bed if it's all the same to you."
Rask frowned, confused. "If — "
"With you," Sten interrupted. "Preferably after we've fucked. Would that be alright?"
Oh. Rask grinned. "Yes, very much. Rask not wish to assume."
"Your cock is presently buried in my ass-ume, and I’d certainly like to think it won't be the last time. At least, I hope not," Sten said, flexing around Rask again.
"Rask's stone not soften if Sten keep doing that," the bergsr? warned.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," Sten snickered, then sobered.
"You know I can't get up here to visit during Mistide, right?
Probably most of the winter after that, too.
Not until the snows melt enough the path up here is clear.
Oh! Unless I can get the trappers over on the other side of the lake to make me some of their snowshoes… "
"Rask ask if hamnfolk help too," Rask decided, nodding. "If Sten promise only travel when safe. No more hiking in storms."
"Hey, it’s working out pretty well for me so far,” Sten chuckled, hand settling warmly on Rask’s forearm where it lay over Sten’s belly. “But alright, fine. As long as you promise me I'll spend all my nights here in your bed, so we can work on making up for Mistide's lack."
Oh, Rask liked that idea very much, and yet —
"Sten gives Rask great treasure, but asks so little from Rask in return."
Sten went quiet for a moment, leaving Rask cursing that their positions meant he couldn’t see the man’s face from here.
"You…called me a treasure," Sten finally said in a small voice, swallowing harshly. "Earlier."
"Yes?"
"It's been a long time since I felt like anyone's treasure," Sten confessed. "If ever. I… That's not so little a thing to me, Rask."
"Then Sten stay here," Rask said as lightly as he could. "Stop partnering with fools."
"Yes, well." Sten chuckled as he settled more comfortably into Rask's arms. "Guess we're all fools about something at one time or another."
"Sten not fool," Rask argued.
"Coming up here that first time, I had no way of knowing if I’d be welcome. In fact, I was half convinced you'd eat me for daring to disturb the great and mighty bergsr?," Sten countered. He cocked his head and hummed. "Come to think of it, I guess I was sort of right."
Rask chuckled, pulling the brave little human closer against his chest.
"What are you doing?" Sten laughed. "I thought we weren't supposed to move!"
"Rask couldn't resist," Rash said, echoing Sten. "Rask happy."
"Ah." Sten snuggled deeper into the bergsr?'s hold. "Good. Sten is too."
Pressing a kiss to that slope of bare shoulder, Rask's grin grew impossibly wider. Delighting in the warmth and satisfaction filling his entire body; in the beautiful, bold, clever little human in his arms; in the simple bliss of the pleasant dreams they'd spun together.
It was possible Sten might get bored, Rask supposed. Or grow tired of making the climb up Rask's mountain. Humans did not always form the same bonds that bergsr?r did. Rask had heard some had many mates, while others took no special interest in their partners once lust had been slaked.
And yet, Sten did not seem that sort to Rask. Perhaps, one day, he'd even be amenable to something more? Until then, Rask would enjoy their time together, looking forward to each visit for as long as Sten continued to return.
Over the steady rhythm of Sten's breathing, a tendril of Rask's magic unfurled; weaving the faint but rising harmonies of Treasured and Beloved deep into the Song.