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Leaning back just enough to brace both arms on either side of the man's head, Rask's hips started moving of their own accord; slow, gentle rolls that left them both groaning and sighing.

"Perfect," Sten whispered, voice strained but eager, hands fisting in the furs. "Perfect."

Rask shuddered in agreement, his eyes closing as he chased the rhythm of Sten's body.

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Chapter 12

A Promise

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"More, Rask," Sten panted. "Want all of you. Please, Rask. Please."

Rask sought Sten's sweet spot again, ready to give it to him. Hips driving hard now, the sound of them grew louder as Sten's body clenched and squeezed around him, Sten wailing so gloriously each time Rask found his goal.

The bergsrå growled in pride to hear it, gripping Sten's hips tight and yanking him back to meet Rask's thrusts.

"Oh, yes," Sten hissed, his entire body jolting with every plunge as Rask snapped forward, setting a punishing pace. "Yes, yes, yesyesyes— "

The sound of their skin slapping together filled Rask's bedroom, the heady scent of sex and sweat a sweet perfume.

Wrapping a hand around Sten's cock, Rask stroked him in time with the rapid rocking of his hips, thrilling as Sten arched and moaned as Rask drove deeper and deeper in.

He was going to claim this beautiful, clever human as his; plunder every measure of Sten's body and release his seed in that warm, welcoming clench. Rask's stone would fill, securing them together in liminal ecstasy even after they'd both peaked. The warmth and heft of Sten's own stone when it also filled Rask's hand; the sounds he would make as Rask's stone stroked him inside; they way he would quiver around the bergsrå as Rask played with his spent cock; the tender glow of satisfaction as they remained connected after?

Rask wanted that so badly. It'd been far too long, he could admit that. And here was Sten — bold, sweet, joyful Sten — to share it with him again. So it took him a moment to realize…

He couldn't have it.

Sten's shaft was smooth. Humans, so much as Rask was aware, didn't have a stone. And — to Rask's mounting horror — if Sten had only lain with other humans until now…

He might not even know there were other possibilities.

Rask grunted, his hips slowing.

"Mmm…Rask?" Sten murmured muzzily. "Did you come?"

"Not yet," the bergsrå answered.

"Then why'd you stop?" Sten complained. "Everything feels great."

"Sten, bergsrå cocks…have stones," Rask warned him.

"What, really?" Sten's voice perked up. "Like an orc's?"

Rask buried his face in Sten's neck and nodded. "Yes."

Wait.

"Sten has bedded an orc?" Rask asked. Perhaps he needn't have feared after all.

"No," Sten replied bashfully. "I've just heard the rumors. One of their merchants came through the village once though. He had to duck to get through the pub doorway. So, how big are we talking about here?"

There was an oddly curious note in his words as Sten twisted around to look over his shoulder.

"Big," Rask said, pulling out, his stone already forming. "See?"