Page 28 of Heart of the Mountain King

Rask growled. If it was more the human wished, then more the bergsrå would give, Sten practically singing as Rask carefully worked another finger in. Sten had been telling the truth about not being inexperienced, but Rask had still worried about the human's ability to fit a bergsrå's cock. Yet his body opened so beautifully for the bergsrå each time Rask demanded more of him; twisting and thrusting and stroking and drinking in every note of Sten's melody as it climbed higher and higher.

"Rask! Rask," Sten moaned. "I'm ready. Please. Fuck me. Need you to — oh — to fill me up.”

Rask shuddered, his cock aching with the urge to be buried in the tight, hot body clenching around his fingers. They slid in so easily now; had for quite a while. And if Sten felt he was ready? With how prettily the human begged, Rask was only happy to oblige.

He leaned back, removing his fingers, and Sten made such a sad little noise that Rask laughed.

“Sten want Rask’s cock or not?” Rask teased as he stood, slapping that upturned ass.

Sten only groaned in answer. Satisfaction filled Rask from head to toe at the proof he'd turned the human into hardly more than a collection of lax muscles and zinging nerves pooled loosely on top of Rask's table and dribbling onto his floor.

It was a glorious sight, Rask thought as he tipped out more oil to slick up his cock; one he'd be remembering for any number of meals eaten here to come. But now it was the main course he hungered for, sliding his hands under a groaning Sten’s unresisting body and turning him on his back like a roasting bird.

Rask slicked Sten's cock too with another generous handful of the oil, the human hissing at the spread of slick fluid up and down the length of his shaft. Blearily he reached up to grab the table corners again, evidently happy to let Rask fold him into position until the human’s knees practically touched his ears.

“Sten sure?” Rask murmured. He didn’t dare to allow the eagerness filling his belly to fill his voice as well, for fear of pressuring Sten into something they'd both regret. He was about to take Sten now, to claim him, and Rask suspected there'd be no going back after, at least not for him. Rask wanted it to be good for the little human. He wanted Sten to return to the bergsrå's mountain again and again. Perhaps even to stay and…

“Yeah,” Sten sighed, beaming a blissfully fucked-out grin up at Rask, warm and radiant and – “Ready for you.”

Rask pressed the tip of his cock to Sten's eager hole, drawing a gasp from Sten. His eyelashes fluttered closed, Sten hissing as Rask rubbed the crown in little circles around the soft and open rim.

"You're a godsblighted tease," Sten laughed, bright and full of joy. He attempted to wriggle himself closer, but failed thanks to the grip Rask had on Sten's ankle.

"Rask take care of Sten," the bergsrå reminded him.

"I know," Sten replied, beaming up at Rask.

They both moaned together as Rask pressed in, driving himself slowly into that tight, hot furl. Biting his lip at the delicious squeeze and heat engulfing his cock, Rask drove forward deliberately, judiciously; Sten's body gripping him so sweetly as he pulled back, silky and warm. Over and over, Rask rocked; widening the way, sinking a little further each time.

"Sweet Sága, you're huge," Sten panted, biceps bulging as he gripped the table corners above his head. "I'm going to feel this for a week. I hope you know that."

"Sten stay here then," Rask murmured, as Rask plunged steadily into Sten, working his way in deeper. "Hiking down mountain stupid. Much better spend week in Rask's bed, resting."

"Resting?" Sten laughed, his breath hitching as Rask sank another measure inside him. "Is that what we'd — oh — be doing?"

Rask chuckled, pulling out to add more oil, before sliding in again to regain his lost ground with one smooth stroke that had Sten tipping his head back with a sigh, exposing that tender, lovely throat.

"Occasionally," Rask admitted, leaning in to brace his free hand on the wood above Sten's shoulder.

He could feel his control slipping, the primordial urge rising to fuck and claim and rut warring with his desire not to hurt the tiny human. Sten was too small, Rask's cock too big, the table too hard; Rask needed —

"More, Rask," Sten demanded, ankles looping around Rask's sides, one hand coming down to clutch Rask's wrist. "Come on, big guy, don't hold back. Want you filling me up, remember?"

"Sten small and fragile," Rask replied, his words strained. "Sten deserves care."

"Not that fragile," Sten growled. "And what I deserve right now is for you to fuck me. Hard."

"Sten bossy for one so little," Rask murmured as he pulled out again, but Sten just laughed breathlessly.

"I'm actually the biggest man in my village, if you — oh!" Sten's eyes crossed as Rask made another slow, firm push in. He groaned in ecstasy as the bergsrå drove unrelentingly into the tightness of Sten's body, eager to learn all its unfamiliar pathways.

Despite Sten's complaints, it wasn’t long before Rask's belly pressed flush against the backs of Sten's trembling thighs, and the bergsrå stilled, smirking down at the stunned, panting little human beneath him.

"Small," Rask insisted, tracing his fingertip down Sten's collarbone, delving through the forest of hair growing over his chest and down his belly. "Small and precious, like a treasure."

"Rask," Sten gasped, again and again; voice breaking on Rask's name. "S-so big."

Rask froze. "Too big?"