Page 27 of Heart of the Mountain King

"Oh, oh, oh," Sten cried out, a long string of babbled moaning.

"More?" Rask asked him, laughing; confident he already knew the answer as he slid a finger admiringly around that delightfully greedy hole.

"Gods, yes, Rask," Sten moaned, bucking as Rask pressed inward; testing, taunting.

"Sten certain?" Rask couldn't help but tease, so enamored was he with Sten's response.

"Please," Sten whined, and Rask purred as Sten tilted his hips to give Rask better access. "Please, Rask."

Slowly, carefully, Rask slipped his pinkie in alongside his tongue, Sten's groaning washing over the bergsrå like strong mead. The human took the digit so easily, he immediately swapped it for one larger. The slide of his middle finger in and out of Sten's body left Rask entranced, absorbed in the sound of Sten's enthusiastic moans.

Laving a long swirl around the butter-soft rim before diving back into Sten's heat, Rask slipped his thumb between the man's legs as well; massaging, pressing. Wondering if humans were built the same manner as bergsrår.

Judging from the jump in register of Sten's broken babbling; the way his body trembled and quivered now as Rask licked and thrust and rubbed? He suspected they were — or at least close enough that it was worth finding out for certain, to ferret out every potential avenue of Sten's enjoyment.

Rask would need to be careful. No matter how delightfully Sten wriggled under the bergsrå's attention, or how greedily his hole responded to Rask's questing tongue, he still could not risk Sten harm. From the outside, humans and bergsrår shared many similarities, not accounting for size. But size was the very problem, for it couldn't be discounted here. Even Rask's hands were twice that of Sten's, and his cock was nearly as large as the human's wrist.

Hmm…

Holding Sten in place as Rask twisted and crooked his finger, searching to see if —

Sten wailed, his entire body shuddering, seizing around its intruders.

Ah, yes, there. It seemed humans shared that with bergsrår as well. Rask smiled, burying tongue and finger deeper into the human's heat, as he proceeded to make Sten sing an entirely different sort of song.

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Chapter 11

A Persistence

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The going was less easy when Rask attempted a second finger, however; leaving him uncertain if Sten would get his wish after all. He'd have to, and easily, if he intended to fit the bergsrå's cock. Rask wouldn’t risk anything further unless he was certain the little human could take him with minimal discomfort.

"Don't stop," Sten begged as Rask withdrew his fingers. "Oh, Rask, please don't stop."

"Shush," Rask told him, pressing a kiss to that tantalizing slope of ass as the bergsrå rose to his feet. "Rask get oil. Sten wait here."

"Not sure I can do otherwise," Sten muttered as Rask quickly searched his shelves. "I can't even feel my legs…"

Rask chuckled as he picked up the big glass jug, pulling free the stopper and pouring a measure into his hand.

Pressed from a little green fruit, Rask made a mental note to stop by the hamnfolk's orchard on the southern side of his mountain to pick up more before Sten's next visit.

Setting the jug down on a nearby chair where it'd be close but safe, Rask slicked up his fingers and nudged Sten's legs apart with his knee. Rubbing a warning around the rim of Sten's hole, this time when Rask thrust his fingers into that tight heat they slid in easily all the way home.

Plunging his fingers in and out of Sten now, Rask fucked him with easy, smooth strokes. That sweet spot inside the human seemed to be both deeper and smaller than it was in a bergsrå, meaning Rask had to adjust his angle to match. Yet he still managed to slide across it more often than not, judging by Sten's near-constant keening, which provided plenty of motivation to improve his accuracy.

"Rask could keep Sten like this for hours," Rask murmured as he worked. "For days. Forever, if Sten wished."

Rask wished. Wished that a great deal; to toy with this man, to tease him, to fuck him without end…

"G-gods," Sten choked out in response. But then Rask managed to wriggle his tongue in beside his fingers, and the rest of the human's noises were nothing like words.

There was a dribble of something wet on Rask's thigh where he knelt, and he grinned when he looked down. Sten's cock, thick and full, jutted proudly below the lip of the table. A long, thin string glistened between the drop of cum gathering at its flushed tip and the small trail sliding down the curve of the bergsrå’s knee. Experimentally, he stroked Sten's sweet spot again; the human's moan ringing out in Rask's kitchen as another dollop of cum fell.

"More," Sten panted, body clenching so desperately around Rask's fingers now. "Need more, Rask. Want to be able to take you. All of you. Please."