Page 31 of Heart of the Mountain King

"Oh," Sten murmured, studying the growing swell at the base of the bergsrå's cock with a keen interest.

He reached out, fingers brushing across the surface. Rask hissed in pleasure, but Sten froze.

"Does it…hurt you?" Sten asked with a frown that disappeared when Rask shook his head no. "Does it feel good?"

"For Rask? Yes," the bergsrå answered. "And Hjarta enjoyed Rask's stone very much. But Rask not know if as enjoyable for humans."

Sten chewed his lip, his fingers still caressing the swell of the bergsrå's stone. "Tell me, will it be bigger than my fist?"

Rask frowned as Sten held up his clenched hand.

"No." Rask shook his head. "Same. Maybe little smaller."

"Then I would very much like to find out," Sten confessed.

"But might hurt Sten," Rask replied doubtfully.

"So you keep saying. Never know unless we try though," Sten said, settling back into position. “And if your stone will already be inside of me when you come, then it sounds as if I get all of the enjoyment and none of the struggle of working it in. Win-win."

"Sten's body not built to take stone as a bergsrå’s is. What if Sten not have right parts to make it good?"

"My body is currently a puddle of goo," Sten laughed. "I have no problem believing that it can take anything for a chance at something like that."

Rask's frown deepened. "Sten jokes, but Rask very serious."

"I know," Sten assured him. "And I know you want to take care of me, and that you worry about anything happening to me. That's why I trust you enough to try all this. But you've got to trust me too, right? I'll be alright, Rask. Or you can heal me, like you did with my ankle. But I'm not going anywhere unless you kick me off your entire mountain, so we might as well figure out what each of us is capable of — now, together."

Rask stared at him, a strange, fond warmth growing into the hollows of his chest that'd too long lain alone and cold.

And he had so eagerly taken Rask's fingers as well as his tongue, each nearly double the human's own…

"Fine," the bergsrå grumbled. "But if Sten gets hurt, Sten stays with Rask until better."

"Then it sounds like I win either way," Sten smiled, wiggling his ass hopefully. "C’mon, Rask. Fuck me, as hard and deep as you can. Get me ready to take your stone, alright?"

"Sten hold on to something," Rask murmured. "Rask go slowly."

"Please don’t on my accou-ohgodsbefffffuuuuuuu— " Sten moaned as Rask slid back into him, thrusting now with such delicious ease the bergsrå could almost believe this might work as well as Sten hoped.

"Yes, Rask," the man pleaded. "Please. More. Show me how a bergsrå really fucks."

With a snarl, Rask pulled back and snapped his hips forward, the slap of skin on skin loud in the room as Sten threw his head back, gasping.

Rask's grip tightened around the tiny human's waist, lifting Sten into a better position until he was presenting that glorious ass to the bergsrå fucking him. Harder and faster now, he chased the sound of Sten's pleasure as a wild and thready keening erupted from his lips.

Angling just so, Rask shifted until —

"Oh y-yes," Sten wailed. "Gods; right there. Don't hold back."

"Never again," Rask promised this daring creature who'd talked his way into a bergsrå's bed, plowing the little human's furrow as hard as he dared. Massaging that place inside him with Rask's cock, stone growing with every thrust until it was catching on the rim of Sten's soft and slick hole, driving him wilder still.

"Rask," Sten chanted, over and over. "Rask."

"Beautiful," Rask whispered, pressing kisses to the man's nape and shoulder.

"You…need t-to leave your mountain m-more," Sten replied, his voice shaky and breathless, his body so pliant in the bergsrå's arms.

"Sten a beautiful treasure," Rask repeated against Sten's soft skin, reaching for his cock. "What Sten need?"