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Piper
Agnarr smirked above me, supporting himself on his elbows, knowing he'd just given me a mind-blowing orgasm in record time. Before Agnarr, I'd never been multi-orgasmic. Heck, I'd never been orgasmic. An orgasm was an unexpected delight—not a regularity. Because of my upbringing, I was well into my twenties before I understood what would get me off. Sharing that with a partner was a massive hurdle for me. Although Agnarr and I had hiccups, he'd brought me more satisfaction and understanding than any prior partner. I tried my best to let go of my former hangups, but I would be lying if I said they weren't there in the back of my mind. Maybe Agnarr wouldn't want me because of my insecurities. Perhaps he wanted a mate without baggage or trauma.
While Agnarr continued to lick me up and down as I came down from my climax, and I wanted nothing more than to return the favor. Now that he was grinning over me, I quickly pushed him away, rolling us so he was on his back. Agnarr grunted at the shove, then looked up at me in surprise.
"What's this, Pip?" he asked, voice low, "I thought you wanted my cock."
"Oh, I do want your cock. Just in more ways than one," I teased, leaning to kiss down his neck.
Agnarr shuddered underneath me as I licked my way down his hardened body. I paused to trace my tongue over each nipple, then down to his navel. I wanted to savor him the way he had cherished me. I traced my tongue down his stomach before pulling back to admire his cock. Thick and textured, the tip pooled with pre-cum. My core felt empty and clenched, wanting desperately to be filled again, but I wanted to taste him first. I would never tire of watching him come undone with my mouth on him.
I placed my hands on either side of his hips and dragged my tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, pausing to tease the sensitive skin. Agnarr groaned beneath me, his cock kicking forward at attention. I looked at him to see his gaze hooded with lust. I took the head of his cock and slid him down as far as I could go, feeling him bump against the back of my throat. This still left a good portion of his cock unattended, so I added my hands into my ministrations. I stroked the base of him up and down while I sucked down the rest of his length in rhythm. Agnarr's hands clutched the bedding with white-knuckled determination, and I wanted him untethered. I slid my mouth off him with a pop, still stroking him up and down with my hand.
"You can set the pace, you know. I want your hands in my hair, guiding me, showing me what you like," I had said this to him before, but it was as if he was hesitant to show me exactly what would see him undone. He didn't want to push me into anything.
Agnarr slid his fingers into my hair at the base of my head, wrapping his fingers into my hair and guided me back to his cock. I opened eagerly, wanting him to be in control, sucking down his cock while gripping him firmly. He grasped my head with both hands, guiding my pace as I sucked him. He set a punishing pace, bumping against the back of my throat with every thrust. I loved every second of it. I'd longed for a partner who was open about his wants and needs instead of hiding them and forcing me to attempt to figure them out.
I sucked Agnarr up and down while still working him with my hands. His cock grew harder at my attention, and I continued to suck him withenthusiasm until he suddenly pulled me off of him by the roots of my hair. I looked up at him, eyes hooded and mind addled with lust as he held me roughly by my scalp.
"I want to cum inside you, my mate, and that won't happen if you continue as you have been," he rasped.
I could barely nod, with how he held my head, but I jerked my chin down to show my assent. He grabbed me by the hips and positioned me on my knees and elbows in front of him, spread wide. Agnarr thrust a thick finger into me, pushing in and out quickly, with how wet I was. I moaned and pushed myself back, silently asking for more. He added another finger, stretching me to accommodate him, thrusting in and out with his fingers as I panted into the pillow.
"Agnarr," I groaned, "It's not enough," as he continued to pump in and out of me.
"Are you ready for—what was it you called it—my monster cock?" he teased.
"So ready," I breathed.
Agnarr slid his fingers out of me, and I groaned at the emptiness I felt. But he quickly replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pressed against my entrance. I gasped at the pressure. I would never cease to be surprised at the girth of Agnarr, even as he slowly pushed into me. I could feel every ridge and braid along his textured member, clamping down on him as he slid into me. I groaned as he thrust to the hilt, our thighs touching as he bottomed out inside me. This was the fullness I wanted. The stretch of him was indescribable. Every ridge and braid dragged along my already sensitive walls. I panted as he thrust in and out of me, slow and heavy, allowing me to adjust to his size. Agnarr only gave me a few moments to change before he was snapping into me, hips pressing against my ass, clearly on the brink.
With all the previous attention, I was ready to fall over the edge with him; I just needed alittlemore. I grabbed one of his hands from my hip and pulled it down to my pussy. Agnarr took no time at all to understand what I was asking. His fingers skated down my folds, parting me to stroke a calloused thumb against my clit. Between that and his steady thrusts, I was done for. I locked down underneath him, my muscles tensing, coming with a strangled scream of his name as he hammered into me.
With just one—two more thrusts, I felt the kick of his cock and the warm release of him flooding me. He spasmed over me, planting his hands on either side of my head to keepfrom crushing me beneath him. Sliding his arms underneath mine, he pulled me to him, holding me closely as we returned to reality. I was a boneless mess of bliss as he nuzzled my temple and kissed down my neck, still locked inside me.
“Pip,” he murmured against my temple.
“I’m here. I’m always here.”
CHAPTER17
Piper
I awoke to find Agnarr gripping me tightly, a leg thrown over my hip, and my breast cupped in his hand. Even in his sleep, Agnarr was ready to devour me whole. I took a few steadying breaths before scooting out of his embrace. Not only was I overly warm from his fiery hold, but I needed to pee desperately. I carefully extricated myself as he continued to sleep, rushing to the toilet.
After relieving myself and thoroughly cleaning any mess from the prior evening, I looked in the mirror. My lips were pink and swollen from Agnarr's kisses. Other than that, I looked calm, collected. A way I hadn't felt in months, maybe years. I rinsed my face and patted myself dry before rejoining Agnarr in his bed. I longed for a day when it would beourbed, but that would come soon enough. The sun was barely a faint sliver on the horizon. Knowing that Agnarr would sleep for at least another hour, I pressed myself into him, relishing in the comfort and warmth. Agnarr shifted without waking, wrapping me back in his arms.
I started a mental to-do list for the day. I wasn't an early riser usually, but we both had a lot to accomplish. In less than two months, we would take over from Astrid. I needed to check in with Osif on the quarters for the human women. We had agreed on a dorm-like situation, with each woman getting their own room and toilet, but sharing a shower—or sauna, as they called it here. It was coming along nicely, and Osif was confident it would be finished within the next three weeks. He and Billie got along well. I wondered if this was something I could hand off to her, thinking of the conversation I'd had with Agnarr the previous evening.
Billie was more than capable of leading the human women. She was the most outgoing of the group and displayed leadership capabilities. Back on Earth, she had worked her way up from host to managing bartender at her restaurant. She was lively and confident and made friends quickly. I could see the appeal of making her the elder for the females. If I handed off the construction project of the rooms for the humans, I could focus more on the tribe as a whole—and my secret project for our new home. I was still hesitant. It felt almost lazy to let Billie take on representing the human women. I pushed the thought out of my mind. That was my teacher's brain talking—the one where I was expected to do everything and be everything for everyone. If Agnarr wanted to have Billie to support me, I would accept it.
As soon as the thought formed, I could feel my shoulders unclench and my stomach settle. My body was telling me it was the right decision. I'd talk to her about it today. Knowing Billie, she'd be willing and eager to embrace the new role. I snuggled into Agnarr, trying to decide if I could sleep a bit more or if my brain was done letting me rest. I felt his heart beat slowly against me and his steady breath. His warm arms wrapped around me, unconsciously providing me warmth and comfort. It wasn't long before sleep found me.
I awoke to a soft rap at the door about an hour later, judging by how the light flowed into the room. I was still wrapped in Agnarr's arms but slipped out of his embrace without waking him. I padded softly toward the door. I opened it just wide enough to retrieve the tray that was left, not wanting the morning light to wake Agnarr. I took the tray to the low table before the fire and took inventory of what we'd been provided. There were pastries upon pastries piled high. There was also a large serving of gautr with all of the accompanying toppings. The tray was rounded out with a kettle of hot water and several different teas. Ignoring the teas on the tray, I pulled open one of the dresser's drawers and extracted some of the baldrian root. I set it away to steep in one of the earthenware cups as I helped myself to a generous serving of gautr and a few pastries.
I sat quietly, munching away at the delicious breakfast—once again in awe of communal meal practices. Back on Earth, my breakfast was a venti iced latte with sugar-free vanilla and 2% milk. And a string cheese. Though I definitely missed the coffee, this breakfast was much better. At the very least, it wouldn't lead me to a panic attack during the first block of classes. I allowed myself to drift back to the classroom, thinking about bathroom passes and late homework. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear Agnarr approach me from behind. I gasped at the warm breath against my ear.
"Having breakfast without me?" Agnarr grumbled softly.
