Page 96 of Valhalla is Full of Hunks
And to try giving up control every once in a while.
The best, and most satisfying, way to practice surrendering was in the bedroom. While he still maintained his role of Sir with Jör—and co-Dom when we all played with our plaything—when Surt was alone withme,he knew exactly who was in the driver’s seat.
Little Iola.
“That’s a good boy,” I panted, tightening my sweaty grip on Surt’s horns while I rode his face. “This pussy tastes like heaven, doesn’t it?”
He mumbled something beneath me—the vibrations of his words making me moan. Clamping my thighs tighter around his head, I fucked myself on his tongue, crying out as mythirdorgasm of the day rocketed down my spine.
But who’s counting?
“Better,” he gasped as I rolled off and collapsed on the mattress of our newly expandedbedroom suite. When I turned to face him, he genuinely smiled—even as his beard being wet with my release gave it a filthy edge. “Better than heaven. Better than Valhalla, even.”
Gah!
I was saved from my pesky emotions by Jör joyfully tumbling into the room, followed closely by Fen. They’d been out on the island all afternoon, preparing the guest houses for Leia and all twelve of her men—plus offspring—to arrive later in the week. I was looking forward to the visit, especially because I had exciting news to share.
Notthatkind of news!
For now, the breedingkinkis enough…
I’d started my own business—offering guided speedboat tours of the archipelago that included immersive Norse mythology. It was a partnership, actually. I handled bookings—through the island’s Wi-Fi, thank the gods—and manned the ship while Scholarly Sven recited ancient history from memory during our expeditions. Thanks to some thirst trap-style advertising, word had quickly spread about the hot piece of man meat tour guide who knew everything about Ragnarok in gory detail.
Too bad he’s mine, bishes.
Until the end of time.
“Ohhh… you taste like my favorite snack!” Jör had already plastered himself to Surt, licking the other man’s face like an overly enthusiastic golden retriever.
Accurate.
“We ran into Hazun down by the beach.” Fen spoke conversationally while he stripped. “He was asking all sorts of interesting questions aboutyou,Iola.”
That’s weird…
“Yes!” Jör confirmed, attempting to wiggle out of his clothes while still licking Surt’s beard. “Mostly questions about the basic care and feeding of humans.”
It sounds like someone has a new pet.
Funny, considering how much he supposedly despised humans…
Flipping the switch to Sir-mode, Surt growled and tossed Jör onto his back, all but tearing off his clothing to get him naked for us.
Alphas assemble!
“Fuck,” Jör rasped as Fen then flipped him onto his stomach, working his lubed Wolf Daddy dick into hisbeibe’stight ass while he squirmed in delight.
“That’s the plan,” Fen replied as he laid back, taking Jör with him and spreading him wide. “We’re all going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“I’m so lucky…” our slutty serpent hummed—already going glassy-eyed as he submitted. Surt then positioned himself between his legs, waiting until Jör’s cock emerged before stuffing his frontal hole full.
Because—unlike me—Jör can take the entire glow stick.
“And so loved,” I cooed, carefully straddling my pet—hovering my pussy over his glistening dragon dick. “Would you like us to show you how much we love you, mate?”
Jör released a broken sob as I slowly lowered myself onto him, but I knew it was a happy sound. My sweet boy had dreamed of this for so long—to remain on Midgard withallhis mates—and now he had every ounce of happiness he deserved.
We all do.
