Page 18 of Last Thrall of Asgard

I had no idea how agreeing to this might help Freyr, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to know the largest of the gods.

“I accept.”

“Then follow me.” Freyr put the strange device back in its pouch and turned to continue the way he’d headed before.

I followed, allowing myself to enjoy the scenery. We were nearing the waterfall. I could hear its roar growing closer, until we passed out of a thicker section of trees, and suddenly, we were there, right at the waterfall’s base. It was incredible, so many stories high that I had to crane my neck to see its peak. It spilled its water into a beautiful crystalline pool with the softest of grasses along its banks.

I had no qualms about being fucked in such an oasis, but Freyr merely stood at the water’s edge and gestured to a spot in the grass where the pool lapped gentle waves up to wet it from the force of the waterfall. “Remove your trousers. I’d recommend leaving everything below the waist in the dry grass where you stand, unless you want it soaked. Then lie here with your legs in the pool.”

An odd request but hardly a dissuading one. I removed my shoes, trousers, and undergarments where I was and left it all there before moving to join Freyr and lying beneath him. The water was a perfect temperature of coolness without being cold as I submerged my legs to just above my knees. The lapping of the water up the bank meant it flowed up to kiss my naked behind and already half-hard cock.

“Relax.” Freyr stood serene above me. “This can be quite enjoyable and won’t harm you.”

“What—”

The water rushed upward between my cheeks and entered me like a geyser. I yelped. It didn’t hurt. It was indeed quite pleasant, but still a shock to feel water moving so forcefully inside me. It moved in and out of me like the ebb and flow of a tide, cleansing me of everything in that passage.

I moaned as the cleansing continued, arching my neck back with a press of my head into the grass. Freyr watched me with a tilt of his.

“I see it now. You are quite special, aren’t you?”

Was I? I didn’t know how, but I had been chosen by gods for this task, so there must be something they saw in me that I didn’t, whoever’s idea it had been.

The water continued to cleanse me, until whatever might have remained of Thorsten was fully washed away. I felt sleek and fresh and empty. And I very much wanted to reach for my cock.

“Move up now.” Freyr knelt beside me and helped hoist me up the bank, away from the water, which had calmed at what I assumed was his direction. “How does that feel?” He brought a hand between my legs and slid a finger inside me.

“Ohhh…” Even that felt incredible with how thoroughly I’d been emptied.

“If you like that, young Oli, then you are in for a treat.” Freyr removed his finger and took the strange object from its pouchagain. “But I bet you’ll still cry for mercy before the end. Most do.”

I caught the unexpected sadness in his voice, but when I tried to look him in the eyes, his gaze was on the insertion. As he slowly began to push the device inside me, his other hand gripped my cock, beginning a leisurely stroke. “Ngn…” I grunted and tried to keep from coming that instant.

“It’s all right. You can come. You should. It’ll help you relax. And we’ll have time for you to grow hard again.”

I was definitely going to come from how good the pressure of the object inside me felt, along with Freyr’s hand on me, rougher than Heimdall’s but not calloused, just strong and masculine and sure.

The object popped fully inside me, only its hilt-like base still outside my hole. I was shocked at its warmth and texture almost like flesh. Firm but pliant, it was larger than a finger, but not quite as large as two.

For now.

I arched my neck to press my head into the grass again as Freyr stroked my cock—and caught sight of a wild horse peering at us through the trees.

I came with a flash of white blinding my vision, and when Freyr removed his hand, the water from the pool lapped up again to wash me clean.

By the time I had enough sense to remember the horse, it was gone.

“There,” Freyr said. “You will feel it shift within you as you move, and we will be moving. Then, every few minutes, it will grow inside you.”

My spent cock twitched at the thought.

“Get up and dress. We should be going.”

Going? I’d assumed any movement would still be with me here, lying in the grass, but I did as requested. Even getting tomy feet made me moan, feeling the way the object rubbed along my insides. I redressed while Freyr cleansed his hand in the pool, and then he brought two fingers to his lips to whistle.

As I finished doing up my trousers, I heard what I first took for galloping—perhaps the horse belonged to him—but what appeared out of the trees, while large enough to bear someone on its back, did not gallop so much as bound forward as if charging.

A giant boar.

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