Page 17 of Soren

Her juices drip into my mouth as her body thrashes. I groan as she grips my hair and pulls me closer, deeper into her folds, her body trembling and desperate.

I growl with satisfaction and renew my feast with gusto. If my delectable mate wants me, then she will get every orgasm she deserves.

This is what I wanted. For Lara to give herself over to me with no reservations, no hesitation. To trust me with her pleasure. To do what I say, and to come when I tell her.

I drink it all in and start to thrust my tongue into her, fucking her tight, wet cunt with every ounce of strength I possess.

Mm, I could get used to this.

The taste of her fills my head and drives me wild, spurring me on to fuck her harder. I have no idea how long I spend making her cum like this, but she goes through at least three orgasms before she falls limp and wet on the bed. When I look up from her parted thighs, face smeared with her cum, she's panting hard. Her eyes are glassy and distant, as if she's lost in ecstasy. Or already in another world entirely.

"Soren..." She breathes my name, soft and pleading. Her eyes droop as she relaxes into the soft bedding.

"Lara. I'm here." I take her soft hand in my own and give it a gentle squeeze. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Mmhm..." She hums blissfully, watching me through half-lidded eyes. Lara stretches out across the bed like a satisfied feline. Her toes curl and dig into the blankets. I could watch her like this all night, but there's still one thing left to do.

"Lara," I say again, loving the way her name sounds on my tongue. I caress her arms, her face, her neck. She leans into my touch, still floating in the afterglow. My cock aches so badly it hurts, but she's clearly exhausted from her long journey to Aesirheim. They warned us this could be the case, and I -- as usual -- got overzealous.

As I take in the beautiful sight before me, I make my decision. I will not fuck her tonight. Not with my cock, anyway. When I come inside her for the first time, she will be awake and aware of every thrust I give her. But tonight, there's still something I can do...

Reaching down to my trousers, I free my cock and take it in hand while hovering over her. Lara watches me with wide, fucked-out eyes, lips parted in silent awe at my length and girth. Her cute little cunt is so hot, so wet, and so tight. How would it feel gripping me? How would it feel when she comes, clenching and milking my balls dry?

It will be a challenge to fit all of me inside of her, but I'm an Aesir warlord for a reason.

I never back down from a challenge.

I never take my eyes off of her as I start to stroke my cock. The slow, languid pace at first grows into a hotter, more intense passion the more I look at her. The more I take in the sight of her naked body. The shining slick covering her thighs and dampening the bedsheets.

The way her eyes sparkle with a tired bliss I've only ever dreamed of, until now.

She's all mine for the next year. My heart aches when I start to think about what may happen after that, but those thoughts will have to wait. This is a perfect moment, the first night together with my omega, and I will not spoil it for the world.

My hand moves faster and faster, jerking my cock in time with her pants, and already I can see in my mind's eye how she will look full and round with my child. Covered in my seed.

Totally and completely mine.

The thought spurs me over the brink and I yell, clenching the base of my cock as spurt after spurt of hot seed splashes onto her bare belly. I groan, half in pain and half in ecstasy. Never in my life has my release been so mind-blowingly sweet.

Semen drips from my still-leaking cock to her soft skin, and I collapse to the bed beside her. She curls up next to me, as if on instinct, and I wrap one hand possessively around her torso, rubbing my seed into her skin with lazy circles. Lara buries her head in my chest and murmurs something I don't understand, but in this moment, we don't need words. I can understand what she feels well enough.

She will bear my seed and my scent as long as I will have her. And soon, she will bear my child.

Lara snuggles up to me, her small arms light and tender against my own. She lets out a happy sigh and closes her eyes, breaths finally slowing.

I could get used to this. I could really get used to this.

Now that I have her, how will I ever be able to give her up after the year is out?

I don't know, but I'm not going to give her up without a fight. I've known her for less than a day, and already my life feels fuller than it ever has. Could she really be...

My heart-mate?

Lara sleeps so peacefully next to me that I don't want to move a muscle. She must be exhausted -- first from travel, and then from pleasure.

"Sleep, little one," I whisper, brushing a tendril of hair away from her face. I shift ever so slightly in bed so that I can watch over her more carefully, then I lean back and enjoy the calm silence for the first time in what feels like forever. I only have a year.

MORNING AFTER

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