Page 25 of Heart of the Mountain King

Sighing in satisfaction at the curl of fearless fingers encircling his cock, Rask leaned back and spread his legs, giving Sten space to work.

“With thighs trembling around Rask. Sinking into sweet heat as partner squirms and moans with pleasure,” he answered without even having to consider it, glancing up at the little human. “And Sten?”

“Oh.” Sten’s voice had gone wonderfully husky and low as he chuckled, his grip delightfully firm as he slowly stroked. “I believe we are better matched than you might think. That sounds like a dream."

Rask blinked up at him. "Sten would wish that?"

"Very much.” Sten swallowed. "I don't know if I will be able to manage all of you. But by all the gods, would I dearly like to try.”

“Rask…would like that, too," Rask admitted, drinking in the sight of the man.

Humming a delighted little sound, Sten preened under Rask's open admiration. His cock was already erect, jutting up proud and flushed from a thick nest of curls as if eager for inspection. Though it filled Sten's hand as the human reached down to adjust himself, in a strict comparison the human's cock was much smaller than a bergsrå's, and it could claim none of the girth.

Tucked up snug inside a lip of skin, the tip peeking out was bulbed, with a small slit that grew shiny as it leaked a bead of clear fluid. The shaft was oddly smooth and with a complete lack of anything identifiable as the ridge of a stone, but Rask wouldn't say he found it repulsive. Quite the opposite, really, for there was a strange sort of beauty in its simplicity.

Rask couldn't help but imagine how it would feel sliding between his lips and over his tongue. He decided to find out if reality matched his dreaming as he knelt before Sten, reaching out to wrap his slate-blue hand around that oddly smooth cock.

"Oh!" Sten gasped, then sighed with pleasure. He leaned back, his hips thrusting, his cock firm and eager in Rask's grip. "Oh, that's nice."

“Rask wish to taste,” Rask told him. “Sten allow it?”

Sten nodded frantically, and Rask smiled at the strangled, "Gods, yes… " that escaped him.

Rask's hand tightened, stroking Sten firmly and enjoying the sight of his mouth falling open, the depth and texture of his groans. Leaning forward, Rask ducked his head to lick a long, experimental stripe up the length of the human's cock.

Sten swore, his hands clutching the wooden bench beneath him as his legs trembled, knees spreading further open. Shouldering his way between them, Rask quickly swallowed Sten down, marveling at how he could fit Sten's entire cock in his mouth. How he could lap and play with the little human's cock, sucking and swallowing around it, nuzzling his nose into the nest of curly, coarse hair at the base. At how easily it slid between Rask's tusks.

"Rask," Sten panted, hands scrabbling at the bergsrå's shoulders. "Rask!"

"What?" Rask asked, relenting. "Sten alright?"

"Sten is great," the human chuckled weakly. "But you have to stop. I'm gonna come."

"…Yes?" Rask stared up at him, confused.

Flashing him a lopsided smile, Sten reached out to cup Rask's cheek, his fingers sliding into the bergsrå's hair, making him purr. "I want to come with you inside me, Rask, if we can manage it. Want to feel you. All of you."

But Rask hesitated, unsure.

Sten frowned. "What's wrong?"

Humans were so little, and Rask…Rask was bergsrå. He just couldn't see how it could work.

"Sten very small. Rask might hurt Sten."

"Ah. Well." Sten's smile turned wry. "I appreciate the concern, but I swear to you Rask: I'm not inexperienced at this. When I was a journeyman mason on my waltz, I made the most of my three years to learn about all sorts of things — many far beyond the bounds of my tradecraft. I was a…particularly devoted student of the bedroom arts during that time, let's say. Partners may be harder to come by these days, but I've acquired more than a few tools of the trade, nor have I slacked in my solo studies since, I can assure you."

"But — "

"Don't worry," Sten grinned softly. "I'll tell you if I have to stop, but I'll hate myself if I don't at least try. We'll need oil or something though. Not sure how it is with bergsrår, but human males usually require a bit of help to ease the way."

"Bergsrår too." Rask cocked his head, thinking. "Rask have jug of oil in kitchen. Traded from hamnfolk to use for cooking, but Hjarta said very good for this too."

Sten looked confused, but nodded. "And it's…safe for humans?"

Rask pressed a kiss to Sten's lips, delighted as the human's small mouth opened so easily under his. Hungry, too, which was its own delight. That little tongue darted in like an adventurous kitten; only for Sten to moan, fists gripping Rask tight whenever the bergsrå met it with his own.

"It only help, not harm. In some things, our kinds not so different," Rask murmured once they'd parted. "Trust Rask."