Page 23 of Berserkr
His lower body was hidden beneath a green sheet that looked like elegant silk. I was a little scared to lift it. When he'd worn his black shorts, I'd seen how his cock had tented the fabric, just like it now did the sheet. His erection had been obvious. Now I'd get to see it. With one last look at his relaxed expression, I pulled back the sheet.
My inner journalist immediately started scribbling notes, while the woman in me gasped and squeezed her thighs together. The first thing that struck me was that he had four balls, all of them swollen, the indigo skin taut. His cock was smooth, lacking a head, just a thick, girthy rod that would stretch me to my limits. It dwarfed even my trusty old rainbow vibe that called itself extra-large. Above his cock was a strange growth, rising in the shape of an axe head. The skin along the edge was slightly puckered, as if tiny pearls were underneath his skin's surface. That would feel amazing against my clit. I assumed that's what it was for. Extra stimulation for the woman. Unless it had some other use that I'd get to find out later.
To see how he'd react to my touch, I gently took his cock in one hand. He sucked in a breath, but didn't otherwise respond. When I began to slide my hand up and down his hard shaft, a groan broke from his throat. So he felt it. Good.
I spat in my hand before working him further. My fingers didn't meet around his massive girth. I was starting to worry I might not fit around him. And he was in no fit state to help me with foreplay. Not that I needed any further stimulation. I was wet, had been all week. I'd tried so often to make myself come, but it had never worked. I was frustrated and desperate to finally reach my climax. Why was I hesitating? Just hop up and ride the guy, I told myself. Before Njal returned.
I shot a quick look at the door, then pulled down my chub rub shorts and panties. I considered pulling up my dress, but it would actually give me some privacy in case Njal came back prematurely. And Rune wasn't awake enough to appreciate that I'd shaved for him.
I climbed onto the bed. It was more like a human-size mattress, nothing like the huge bed I'd slept in during my first - and only - night on the spaceship. I straddled his hips, positioning myself above him.
When the tip of his cock touched my aching pussy, I pit back a moan. This was exactly what I needed. I just hoped that it was also what Rune needed to recover.
I didn't take my eyes off him as I slowly let myself sink onto his cock. Even wet as I was, it took time to adjust to his girth. Were all Vikingar this well-endowed or had I drawn the jackpot?
When he couldn't go any deeper, I gave myself a moment to get used to that feeling of being utterly stretched to the limits. It felt good, so good. The axe-shaped growth didn't quite touch me, but if I leaned forwards...
This time I couldn't repress the moan. The axe pushed against my clit and not only that: it vibrated. Oh my words. This was perfect. The pearly surface felt amazing against my skin, as if it was made just to pleasure me.
Rune groaned again. His lips were parted slightly. Were his cheeks darker than before or was I imagining that?
I pressed my hands against his chest, steadied myself, and then I rode him. At first, it was like using a lifeless dildo; a purely mechanical movement that brought me relief, but not the pleasure I wanted.
"Come on, Rune. Wake up. Claim me. Become my mate."
His eyes flew open. His gaze was no longer clouded as he stared at me with all the heat of a raging inferno.
And then he moved. Bucked his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper into me. With a strap around his waist, he couldn't move much, but it was enough. He set a hard pace, ramming his cock into me again and again, while I tried to undulate my hips without losing balance. If this was what he could do while being restrained, what would it be like without the straps holding him back?
Only one way to find out.
"Wait a moment," I gasped. "Let me untie you."
But he didn't stop. Nor did I really want him to. This was good enough. If he wasn't desperate to get out of the restraints, so be it.Every time his cock pushed in so far that I screamed, the vibrating axe buzzed against my clit. It was the most amazing feeling. It wasn't long now until I'd no longer be able to hold back.
Rune was completely focused on me, his sky-blue eyes clear of the earlier fog. He looked desperate, just like I felt, desperate to clench around him and launch ourselves over that sweet cliff. He was breathing hard, his lips parted, showing his pink teeth. His fists were clenched at his sides. And again and again he thrust into me, the desperate thrusts of a starving man.
My thighs ached from the position; I clearly needed more exercise to keep up with Rune. Luckily, I could think of a few ways he'd be able to help me increase my stamina in the future. Most of them were bed-based.
One more thrust and I could hold back no longer. I shattered around him, screaming my release, screaming his name. That only made him fuck me harder, until he came with a roar that spoke to something primal deep within me. I wanted to hear that sound again and again while riding his cock, while feeling him inside me.
"Unbind me," he said hoarsely when we'd both recovered our breath. I struggled with some of the straps, the closures unfamiliar, but after I'd opened the ones holding his arms, he was able to open the restraints on his chest and abdomen himself. To remove the straps around his feet, I had to rise from his still hard cock. The moment he slid out of me, Rune went feral.
Everything happened so fast, I didn't even know what was happening. One moment I was straddling him, the next I was on my back, Rune pushing into me. He pushed my thighs apart with his huge, calloused hands. His grip was tight, possessive, and the fire burning in his eyes made me want to shiver. This was Rune, my mate, staking his claim.
He fucked me hard, his balls slamming against my arse, his axe making me whimper whenever it hit my clit.
And I loved every second of it.
15
Rune
Ionly truly believed that this was real after I'd claimed Laurel in five different positions. And even so, I kept having to ask her if she was just a dream. Every time, she gave me a sad smile and reaffirmed that she was really here with me.
We now lay on the bed, my cock still embedded within her, her back against my chest. I had my arms slung around her waist, pressing her against me as tightly as I could without damaging her. I never wanted to let go of her again. Not now that she'd returned.
"Are you real?" I whispered.
