Page 29 of Heart of the Mountain King

"No!" Sten exclaimed, then laughed weakly as he pressed a hand low over his belly. "No. Just…new. Gloriously…new," he panted. "L-like I should f-feel you. Like everything's shifted out of the way. I know it's not, but just…give me a moment."

"Rask give Sten all the time Sten needs," Rask breathed softly, no less lost in the sensations of the man himself.

He brushed his hand next to Sten's over the human's belly; pressing, curious to see what he'd been talking about. Rask found nothing there that shouldn't be, yet it was easy to imagine the little human filled up by nothing but Rask's cock, needing nothing but Rask's cock. Flexing, Rask smiled at the resulting soft gasp as Sten felt the bergsrå move inside him.

It was as if Sten's body were molding itself around Rask, that tight clench unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was almost too tight, if Rask was being honest; hovering just on this side of bearable. But the sensation of Sten relaxing around him, accommodating him, hungering for him? Oh, there was nothing like it.

"Alright, Rask," Sten gasped, his legs squeezing Rask, the heels of his feet digging into the bergsrå's ass and pulling him closer. "I'm good. Move. Please."

"Sten sure? Rask not hurt — "

"I know. I know," Sten interrupted him. "You're not — forgive me, but — your cock's not the biggest thing I've ever taken. It's blighted close, mind you, but… humans are very adaptable, Rask. You're being so careful, taking such good care of me. But please, listen: You won't break me, Rask. I'll be alright."

Rask eyed him suspiciously. "What biggest thing?"

"What?" Sten asked, confused.

"What biggest thing Sten taken before Rask?"

"Oh," Sten smiled bashfully. "A, um — a man's fist once, when I was young and very daring."

He held up his own fist, his clenched hand about the size of a bergsrå's stone.

"Rask think Sten very daring now," Rask said, leaning down for a kiss that left Sten breathless and panting.

Or perhaps it was how the movement meant Rask's cock had driven deeper inside the man, while at the same time his bodyweight had pressed against Sten's chest, squishing him into the hard wood of the table. Either way, it was enough to make up Rask's mind.

"What—? No! Rask — " Sten yelped as Rask began pulling out, wrapping his limbs tight around the bergsrå in an effort to keep him in place. "I told you, I can take it."

"Sten want to 'take it'?" Rask asked him, ignoring Sten's protests as he gripped Sten's ankles and unhooked his legs from where they clutched at the bergsrå's waist. "Then Sten and Rask move to bed. Rask want Sten comfortable while Rask plows Sten into mattress."

"Oh. Well," Sten murmured as he released his hold, blinking up at Rask as the bergsrå lifted the bold little human into his arms. "In that case…"

Carrying Sten into his bedroom, Rask deposited him on the massive oak-framed bed. Sten beamed up at the bergsrå as if he were a particularly pleased pup, nestled in the very center of the furs covering the bergsrå's enormous mattress.

Like this, he did not look as scrawny as Rask had thought when he'd first seen the human hiking over the hillcrest on his quest. He was still small enough that his limbs didn't reach the edges of the bedding. But as he'd just pointed out, the bergsrå did him no credit to worry that even a too-hasty kiss might break him.

Sten was stronger and braver than he looked. Rask needed to remember that.

"Well? What are you waiting for, Rask?" Sten urged, his gaze heated as he spread his thighs, giving Rask an eyeful of all Sten's many gifts. "You said you wanted to take care of me, right? So how about coming over here and —mphf!— "

Flipping the little human easily, Rask yanked Sten's hips up as he shouted in surprise until he was kneeling in position.

With a laugh, Sten settled onto his chest and canting his ass invitingly, flashing a warm smile up at Rask over his shoulder. "That's more like it," Sten purred.

Rask moved swiftly, crawling between Sten's splayed legs and nudging them wider, arranging the smaller man to accommodate the bergsrå's size.

Gripping his cock, Rask slapped it against Sten’s well-fucked hole a few times. It was a good sight, watching the muscle flutter weakly in response and knowing it'd been Rask who'd done that. That it would be Rask who'd do so much more.

Rask lined himself up, holding Sten's hip with his free hand to keep the wriggling human in place. They moaned together as Rask thrust into him, both of them still so slick from all the oil it made for a long, luxurious slide. The bergsrå sank so easily into Sten's body this time, that he drove him flat into the bed; Sten letting out a low keen as he was speared fully on Rask’s cock.

"Sten alright?"

"Incredible," Sten panted. "Rask, you — you feel incredible."

"Sten feel like hearth-fire and honey," he told Sten, mouthing at the soft skin at the join of his shoulder and neck, rubbing his tusks over the tender flesh.

"Have I found myself a poet, hidden in the crevasses of the mountain?" Sten gasped as he clenched and flexed around Rask, his body endeavoring to accommodate the bergsrå’s size.