Page 31 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
And unlocking a daddy kink, apparently.
Fen took averyslow, deep breath before slowly rising from his stool. “Let me clean up from lunch, and then Jör and I can show you around.”
“And play!” Jör added.
“Youmay play,beibe,” Fen gently replied. “But Iola decides who is allowed in her bed.”
So we DO understand consent…
Wait.
Does this mean Fenwantsto be invited?!
The infuriatingly unreadable wolf was already washing dishes in the sink with his back to me, so I threw him another bone.
“Well, I’m going to grab my sneakers,” I called over my shoulder as I pulled Jör down the hallway toward my bedroom. “But yeah, playtime later might require some supervision… fromDaddy.”
Might as well lean into it.
I smirked as Fen’s shoulders slumped and he dropped his head forward with a pained groan. I couldn’t be sure if his reaction was general annoyance with my antics or genuine sexual frustration, but I could work with either.
Especially with such a perfect partner in crime.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to examine why a sex-addicted sea serpent made me feel so seen, but the thing I liked most about Jör was that he made no apologies for what he liked.
Although his complete lack of boundaries could use some work…
“Ooh, what’s this?”
I looked up from tying my shoes to see Jör examining my thrifted Malibu Barbie fanny pack like it was a fascinating archeological find.
“It’s called a fanny pack,” I replied, realizing if anyone could pull off the impulse buy, it washim.“You clip it around your waist and the pouch sits over your fanny.”
He gingerly unzipped the main pocket and peered inside. “What’s a ‘fanny?’”
“Wellllll…” I snickered. “If you’re talking to an American, it’s your ass, but to the Australians and Brits, it’s slang for the part ofmeyou’ve already had an up close and personal encounter with.”
We should do that again.
Instead of taking the bait like I one thousand percent expected him to, Jör kept his gaze firmly fixed on the neon blue and pink item in his hand. “SoIcould wear it either way, then…”
Oh.
Ourbeibehas a cockpocket.
There was a note ofuncertaintyin Jör’s tone I’d never heard before, but unbeknownst to him, I was already familiar with this fun little feature. Not because of personal experience, but thanks to Leia, her big mouth, and that her men were naked more often than not. One of her monsters, Zephyr, had a jack-in-the-box-style cock, and the extra hole was a big hit withbothhis mates.
One of whom hastwococks.
That ho is such a lucky bish.
Realizing Jör was nervously awaiting my reaction, I patted my knee. “Come here, pet.”
He hesitated, but then obeyed like the good boy he was. Sinking to his knees at my feet, Jör rested his cheek on my thigh and gazed up at me. “I… am a little different from what you’re probably used to, but I want you to like what you see,” he whispered, barely audible. “I want to please you.”
UGHHHHHHH….
I would be the first to admit I wasn’t the most nurturing person, but I could see why Fen felt so compelled to care for this adorable little destroyer of worlds. Jör was both incredibly sultryandachingly sweet. If ‘Daddy’ wasn’t already taken, I may have felt compelled to step into the role myself.
