Page 36 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
Okay, fair.
Looming over Jör from behind, Fen wrapped a hand around the other man’s throat, leaning down to run his lips over his pulsing jugular vein. I could only watch, mesmerized, as Fen’s other hand slid down Jör’s chest, toying with a pebbled nipple before resuming its trajectory south.
“You’ve discovered one of his erogenous zones,” Fen nonchalantly began, dragging his finger along the fascinating center nubs, making Jör moan. “But he’s even more sensitive where the scales separate to allow flexibility.” Taking my hand like he had back in the coffee shop, Fen maneuvered my thumb and ring finger to slide down the sides of Jör’s cock.
My little danger noodle bucked so suddenly, I almost lost an eye. “Da…Master!”he gasped, writhing in Fen’s hold. “Please… I need—”
The poor baby doesn’t know who’s in charge.
“I’m the only one you need to listen to right now, pet,” I firmly spoke, giving Fen alookuntil he unhandedmysnake peen. “All you need to do is feed me your cock.”
“Go on,beibe,”Fen murmured, planting licking kisses along Jör’s shoulder. “Listen to your Master.”
Now that Daddy had gotten the message, Jör whimpered and tilted his hips forward, carefully sliding his cock into my waiting mouth.
Holy shit.
While I owned no shortage of monster-inspired sex toys, it had never occurred to me to try deepthroating one. Now I wondered why I hadn’t. The alien sensation of Jör’s ridges bumping over my tongue had memoaning—imagining how fan-fucking-tastic they were going to feel on other parts of me.
Because thatwillbe happening.
Sorry, not sorry, Surt.
The taste was unique as well, not least of all because it came pre-coated in Jör’s internal juices. Men always tasted a little musky, but this was extra salty—briny even, like oysters—and I didn’t hate it one bit.
Cock on the half shell.
“Look how good your Master treats you,” Fen’s smooth voice had me glancing upward, finding his gaze locked on the sight of Jör’s cock disappearing into my mouth. “Because you’re so good forus.”
Jeeeesus, Fen…
The idea ofsharingJör with this man—withallof them—instead of battling for dominance, unlocked something inside me I’d never considered before. But now wasn’t the time to examine group dynamics.
Not when I needed to focus so much energy on not passing out.
I had severely underestimated how much Jör’s cock flaredoutwardtoward the base. I was only halfway down and already finding it hard to breathe. Since I had no interest in gagging—or dying—in front of my co-Dom, I wrapped both hands around his scaly shaft to stop him from tunneling further and redoubled my efforts.
Death or glory, bitches.
I worked my tongue over his tasty ridges as best I could while bobbing my head. Not that I could have stopped it anyway, but copious saliva was dribbling out of my mouth, delivering the sloppiest beej I’d ever delivered.
As promised.
“Fuck, fuck, Iola, fuuuck…”Jör chanted before his words were swallowed up by Fen, capturing his mouth with his.
Fuuuck is right.
In the history of time, I had never seen anything hotter than these two hotties making out with each other. They were both growling like the monsters they actually were—teeth clashing and pouty lips being nibbled—and Jör moaned loudly when his Wolf Daddy’s fangs drew blood. Through it all, Fen’s hand was still firmly on Jör’s throat, handling him like a man who knew who was in charge.
Wait.
I’mthe one running this scene!
Determined to be the one to get this monster to spill, I slid one of my hands beneath the curve of Jör’s shaft, finding no balls—interesting—but an extremely wet hole just begging to get fucked.
We’ll get there.
I’d meant what I said about Jör pleasing me, no matter what sporting equipment he was playing with. Sexuality had always felt fluid for me. Sure, I loved getting dicked down, but I also loved doing the dicking. I also didn’t mind if no dicks were involved at all. Other people had their preferences—as was their right—but I was usually down to get down, no matter who or what.
