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.
Andagain. 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 stillhard.”
“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 wantyounow, 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.”
