Page 24 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
My cock uncontrollably shot out of my opening to writhe against my sweatpants. But Iola blessedly focused on raising herself to her knees, hovering the mouthwatering source of her arousal mere centimeters from my face.
I may end up in Valhalla yet…
“Would you like a reward for being patient, pet?” She lowered herself until the cotton of her underwear brushed my lips. “I know you can smell me. How about a taste?”
A warrior’s death.
I checked my teeth were back to blunt human form before straining upward to mouth her through the fabric. Running my ridged tongue along her dripping slit, I groaned when I collected the faintest taste of paradise.
Fuuuuuuck….
“Oh, shit… You have afancytongue, huh? Yeah, just like that… you’re doing so,sogood, pet…” Iola was riding my face—the thin fabric separating us now soaked—and I hovered my hands over her thighs, wordlessly asking to touch.
Please, please, please.
Iola grabbed my hands with her much smaller ones and slapped them onto her biteable little ass. I uncontrollably bucked, feeling copious amounts of precum leaking out of me as I tumbled toward release, all the while vaguely wondering if my cock was strong enough to punch its way through my pants to reach her.
“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” myMasterchanted, grinding herself down on my face—depriving me of air I didn’t need, anyway. “Oh, fuck, I’m already so close. We’re definitely doing this with nothing in the way next time—”
Why not now?
Without waiting for permission—forgiveness, or punishment, sounded more fun, anyway—I felt my teeth sharpen just enough to tear the offensive shred of fabric out of my way.
Much better.
I groaned as her unobstructed taste hit my tongue. She was honey and sunshine and as musky as the swampy shallows along the coast. I wanted to start and end each day drowning in this flavor while her scent permeated my airways. Until she’d replaced the blood in my veins.
Odin-willing, I’ll die like this.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuuck…”
She convulsed in my hold, her cunt leaking nectar I could survive on, and my vision whited out as I experienced a rare double orgasm—my back arching as I moaned through both my external and internal release.
“Did you…” Iola’s sweet voice brought me back down to Midgard. “Ohhh, you just came in your pants, huh? What a messy boy. What a good,goodboy…”
“A good boy, indeed.”
I groggily lifted my head, finding Fen leaning against the doorframe behind Iola. His relaxed stance suggested he’d been watching us for a while, as did the telltale yellow tinge to his eyes. It wasn’t possible for any of us to take our true forms any longer, but we could occasionally extend our fangs, claws, and horns, or adjust our eye color to a shade of what we once were.
Especially when we’re turned on.
“Hello, Daddy!” I called out happily. “Iola was teaching me to behave.”
“I see that,beibe,”he chuckled, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Such ahands-onteacher. So thorough.”
Iola scoffed and rose to stand, moving out of my reach too fast for my sluggish body to snatch her again. “Yeah, well, if I don’t get off at least once a day, I get cranky. More so than usual.”
Me too!
This time, Fen threw his head back and laughed, and I realized with a pang that it had been a long time since I’d witnessed him display such open joy. “Well, then you and Jör will be perfect playmates. Freyja knows we can’t keep up with him.”
His tone soundedsad,and I couldn’t have that. Finally regaining control of my limbs, I stood and approached, draping my arms around his neck before standing on tiptoes to deliver a sweet kiss on his kissable lips.
I still need you.
He shivered when I pulled back, his gaze darkening further as he took in my messy state. Then he placed a hand under my chin and tilted my head to the side before running his nose along my cheekbone.
Scenting me.
