Thori was panting by now, his whole body pressed against Njord’s touch as if he couldn’t bear to be separated from him by only a few inches.
Getting Thori to lose himself in pleasure was just so easy, and all too soon, the godling’s unrestrained moans rang through the tent.
Pleasepleaseplease. More, I need—ahhh—
A smug smile pulled at Njord’s lips.
His life had been filled with sorrow and duty for so long that he had almost forgotten how much he loved this: making a hardened warrior lose his mind in pleasure, making a strong man tremble underneath him, begging him for more. With Thori, the reward was even sweeter, because he was just so…
Precious.
Fingers digging almost painfully into Njord’s shoulders, Thori’s whole body tensed up. Moreseiðr. More pleasure. So much pleasure. Making it hard to breathe even for Njord.
He watched Thori’s eyes roll upward, tears spilling down his cheeks, sparkling in the light of the candles. Njord kissed them away tenderly, his throat constricting. Thori’s tears were beautiful, like soft summer rain soaking the fields.
But the tension kept building, and Njord knew Thori needed release soon.
Speeding up his thrusts, he pressed down on the little spot of pleasure inside Thori’s body relentlessly, making him writhe and cry out.
There!
A wave of pure ecstasy broke over them. Blinding. Shattering everything in its wake.
Never before had Njord experienced a ritual of such intensity.
Groaning, he found his own release. Huh? He hadn’t expected this. Blinking away the stars dancing in front of his eyes, he had to gather himself.
He looked down at Thori, who seemed only half-conscious, his cum splayed across his abdomen and his body shuddering with aftershocks.
Njord’s trousers felt sticky as well.Hel, he’d come like a horny youth just from watching Thori’s intense pleasure and from the magic unfolding around them. Undoubtedly, the skalds were going to sing about theseiðrfreed tonight for years to come.
Leaning down, he kissed Thori on the lips, eliciting a soft whimper.
It was done.
Njord could feel theseiðrfinally dissolving, seeping into the soil around the camp and all over Vanaheim. Svanhild’s hold on Thori was finally broken.
A deep tiredness pulled at Njord. But first, he had to look after Thori. Groaning, he got up.
“—you leaving?”
Thori’s voice was soft, and he sounded horrified by the thought of being left alone, probably needing the heat of another body to survive the night.
“I’ll be right back,” Njord promised.
He hated the care he took cleaning Thori, washing sweat and cum from his battered body with a warm cloth. He could just shove him out of the bed to sleep on the floor like a dog, but the idea didn’t sit well with him. Instead, he fetched a bowl of herbal tea and brought it to Thori’s chapped lips.
“Here, drink.”
Watching Thori take a few sips was satisfying, soothing even. When he was content with the amount Thori had drunk, he set the bowl aside and slipped under the sheets. Again, Thori seemed to seek his closeness, chasing his warmth. Even in this pathetic state. Barely lucid.
Good. They both needed to get some rest.
fourteen
Fever
Thori
