Page 14 of Last Thrall of Asgard

And what resounded through my headwas,You like this, don’t you?, but I didn’t say it. Not again. I knew those words too well, and even the thought of them made the heat in my loins cool. Iwasbeing a noble, like all the ones I’d known as a lowly thrall.

And I hated it.

I pulled free of Heimdall, flipped him again, but carefully this time, torn tunic laid out beneath him, and rolled his hips backward with my hands beneath his knees. Slowly, I re-sheathed myself, watching his face for whether he truly liked this.

It seemed he did. Hedid. And seeing him honestly enjoying this, not only saying he was, not only pretending or forcing himself to believe it, made me realize I did not want to be a noble. I wanted to be better. I wanted to keep making Heimdall feel good, like I felt good, for him to enjoy this as much as I wanted to enjoy it too, and to have this befor himas much as for me.

I cradled his head and let my thumb tenderly caress the side of his cheek. Hastening my thrusts, as deep as I was entering him, I tried to be gentle there too and began to stroke his cock to the rhythm of our hips.

“Oli!” Heimdall’s eyes flashed, glowed, literally glowed, and I wondered if he was seeing something more than just me. His smile told me it was wondrous, and I resigned myself to never know, simply hoping he wouldn’t see my gentleness as reason to take my power back from me.

I was there, right there, ready to come, and I slowed to the most torturous withdrawal and return within him, feeling every slide of Heimdall’s insides before—

“H-Heimdall?”

“Y-yes, my lord?”

“Your hole or your lips?”

He stared at me. That moment of holding back my release seemed endless, but then he smiled and said, “Here. Fill me as you are,please.”

How I lasted another thrust was beyond me, but I did, and when I released, I did so like he’d asked, buried inside him. To know this rapture of heat and sensation while inside anotherwas glorious. I knew I would crave being filled again myself, but this… I loved this too.

I hoped Heimdall did as well, but he hadn’t released again yet.

This was my moment to be cruel. To be a noble again, keeping my promise that he be denied, while leaving him to squirm and telling him he liked it. In those moments when it had been me left writhing, I’d told myself I did like it, reveled in liking it, because it was all I had. What I wouldn’t have given for a gentler lover, a gentler master, who would have given as much as he took.

I swallowed Heimdall’s cock, sucking him down my throat until I felt his heat coat my insides. There went my freedom, I supposed, tenderly rubbing his abused buttock, because I had shown mercy that a real noble would never give.

I licked my lips as I pulled off him and collapsed beside him. He was in the wet spot he had made when he first came, but he didn’t seem to care. He laid there in equal bliss to mine and, eventually, turned his eyes to me.

“Well done, Oli. You proved me wrong after all.”

“I did? How?”

“I didn't only seek to prove whether birth should dictate station. I was testing your character to see what sort of noble you would choose to be if handed their power.”

“You… tricked me?”

“Yes, but you still won.”

Part of me wanted to be upset at being swindled, but I was too stunned and honestly grateful. My character saved me. Being a better master than any noble had been to me meant I hadn’t yet failed.

Heimdall propped himself on his side facing me. Torn tunic hanging from his shoulders, with golden bangles and choker perfectly in place, and not a single braid loosened of his platinum hair, he was somehow more pristine than when I firstsaw him. His rainbow eyes looked through me still, the eyes that saw everything.

“I am sorry I ever thought that a person could not rise above their station.”

“You sought penance?”

“Most of us do, though others might not believe they deserve their redemption.”

“Will others trick me like you did?” I asked.

“Perhaps.”

“Is Loki tricking me?”

“The future is not yet set.”

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