Page 26 of Heart of the Mountain King

"I do." Sten smiled, taking Rask's hand and dropping a kiss onto his knuckles before leaning away. "How about you go fetch the oil and feed Messy, and I'll stay down here a moment to…clean up? Then we'll see if I can take you after all."

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Messy had still been sleeping when Rask carefully snuck back upstairs, her little sides rising and falling as he tiptoed past.

Distracted, riled up, and anxious about not hurting Sten, it was tough to force his thoughts onto what to feed Sten's dog, but he managed. Some of yesterday's oatcakes, crumbled and mashed with some goat's milk to soften them, all topped with goat cheese. With Sten still in the bathing chamber below, Rask even retrieved a small piece of jerky from the cold box next to the sink; filling the time by tearing the dried meat into tiny pieces, and sprinkling over the top.

She woke up right as Rask set the bowl down by her basket, tail wagging with excitement as she dove in while Rask headed back upstairs.

"Y'know, a few meals like that and I'm not sure Messy won't just decide to stay up here," Sten said from the doorway down to the understory, one bare shoulder leaned against the frame. "That offer for dinner still available?"

"Rask make Sten a big meal if Sten come here," Rask told him, crooking a finger at him and grinning.

"Oh, Sten intends to come there, and here, and — where's your bed?"

Rask only grinned, beckoning Sten closer.

With a smile Sten did as the bergsrå bade him, leaning up for an oh-so-welcome kiss. Rask groaned against those lips, heart thudding hard against his ribs as Sten slipped his tiny hands up Rask’s chest and over his shoulders. Up, up, up the length of his throat and into his hair; boldly exploring, curling, tracing over the bergsrå’s face and skull.

He gasped in Rask’s ear as Rask began to explore as well, curious what this man would enjoy. The trail of kisses Rask pressed from lips to jaw to earlobe to throat earned him a sweet groan. Sten's breath hitched as Rask mouthed down that firm column, just over the fluttering pulse of the melody within. And the needy whine it earned him when Rask sucked a kiss into that warm slope where neck curved into shoulder?

Delicious.

Tugging slightly on their joined hands, Sten led the bergsrå backwards, Rask moving eagerly with him. When the human bumped the table behind him with a slight wooden clatter, Rask could guess the rough shape of his plan… But Rask had a better one, palms sliding up from their grip on Sten’s hips to his shoulders.

Sten yelped, laughing as Rask spun him roughly. One hand dropping to gently tease Sten's balls and cock, the other pressed against the human’s chest, pinning him to the bergsrå's own. Rask grunted, pleased at how eagerly Sten allowed his manhandling.

"Sten right. Sten bring Rask many gifts," he murmured into the damp skin of Sten's neck, slotting his cock within the welcoming channel of Sten's ass and beginning to rut. "Rask would have them all."

"O-oh, yes," Sten groaned, trying to rub himself against Rask's fist as the bergsrå continued to taunt and play. "Whatever you like. P-please, Rask, please."

Needing no more encouragement than that, Rask wrapped a protective hand over Sten's delicate cock. Shifting his other hand from the man's chest to the cup the back of his neck, he pushed Sten down onto the sturdy wooden surface of the table.

“Rask, wha—?”

“Sten grip table and relax,” Rask murmured, holding the human in place as he watched his cock slide through the valley between those fleshy cheeks.

But Sten did not relax.

"I need lubrication, Rask," Sten warned, urgency in his voice. "Oil or something, remember?"

But Rask only shushed him, leaning back so he could slip a finger down the cleft of Sten's ass now, and gauge how the human's body would react. "Rask remember. But Rask enjoys spoiling partners. Sten not tired, hiking whole way up mountain? Let Rask take care of Sten."

And though Rask watched very carefully for any further sign of resistance, none came. Only Sten's immediate and total capitulation; his entire body relaxing under the bergsrå’s attentions. Back and shoulders flexed magnificently, the human stretched his hands up the length of the table's surface, gripping its corners just as ordered.

With a grunt of satisfaction, Rask cupped the globes of Sten's ass with his palms, holding them apart to stroke a thumb up and down the revealed crevice. Heat pooling in his belly, Rask hummed in pleasure to see how eagerly the little ring of muscle responded to his touch.

Curious how the human would react, he spread Sten's cheeks wider still, leaning forward to tongue experimentally at the puckered hole hidden there like some secret treasure.

"O-oh!" Sten shouted with a note of surprise, his hips bucking hard.

Yet he made no noise of disagreement, nor attempts to squirm away. Rask swiftly set his forearm across Sten's lower back, pressing the human down against the table. Target securely braced, Rask returned his attention to licking a long, indulgent swirl around Sten's softening hole; briefly fluttering over the rim before probing more urgently with the tip.

Beneath him, Sten panted and writhed, thighs trembling as Rask pushed on. His body eagerly gave way to the bergsrå's invasion, Sten's sweet moans heralding his charge.

Pressing intently against the tight ring of muscle, Rask smiled as it relaxed, welcoming him in. He kept a firm hold on the body beneath him now as Sten groaned and shook; thrusting his tongue deeper, licking into the human and reveling in how eagerly Sten responded to Rask's touch.

Fingers digging into Sten's skin, Rask dove in completely, wanting — no, needing — to press this man to his limits, to find out how far he could go.