Page 21 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Mercy?” he asked.

“N-no.” I let myself shiver and shake, because none of the ache was discouraging the pulsing of my cock. “I… I can take it.”

“Shall we see?” Freyr knelt beside me.

He began to remove his clothing, slowly, while I adjusted to the intense stretch within me, watching his body become revealed and proving as beautiful as his face. He saved his trousers for last, and when he pulled them down, the immense prick that sprung forth was…

No seemingly over-exaggerated statue had ever done him justice.

Freyr shifted closer to me on his knees, bringing his immense tip to my mouth. How wide I had to open to take him in, even just the start of him, not even as thick as he got toward his base, made my eyes water further and my gut ache, imagining my hole stretched just as wide.

How wide was it now?I wondered, as I sucked him.

Freyr petted my cheek and traced his thumb around the edges of my straining lips. “Such a handsome lad. And no slouch with your tongue. Even if I do not get to sink between your thighs, your mouth is a sweet consolation.”

I sucked harder, faster, took his cock deeper, all as if to counter him, and promise that I would—

The object grewagain.

I whimpered around the first third of Freyr’s cock. If I got to half, I could easily choke, but I still intended to try. I took him deeper. Deeper. It was gratifying to hear moans spill from him too. Just as he began a subtle rocking between my lips, I pulled away to take a breath. My feet were so tingly, they felt numb, and my face was flushed.

“N-Now is it—”

“Not yet.” Freyr bobbed his tip back toward my lips.

I licked it, but the barest shift of my hips made me groan. “F-fuck…”

“Do you still choose to continue, Oli?”

“Yes.” I licked his tip again before swallowing him down and willing my throat to loosen.

I had almost forgotten I was still clothed, until Freyr began to disrobe me. I had taken nearly three-fourths of him down my throat, uncertain if I could handle more—at least within this cavern—when he stopped me. He pulled his impressive prickfrom my lips and moved between my legs. He propped my legs up with my feet flat and spread my thighs to look at me.

I whined from the motion, but also felt a need to hump the air, to find some friction or reprieve, with how hot he made me feel by staring at my hole andlicking his lips.

“I know you cannot see for yourself,” he said, lifting one of my limp hands, “but would you like to feel?”

I nodded feverishly, thighs trembling, as he brought my hand down and traced my fingers all along the outer ring of my hole. I could feel how large the object had grown, and how impossibly gaping I was because of it.

“I am impressed, Oli. You have done very well. Are you enjoying it?”

The ache in me was so great, it surprised me how readily the answer was, “Yes.”

“But it’s not easy, is it?” He traced my fingers around my hole again.

“N-no. But worth it.”

“May I ask… for what? What does Loki offer if you fulfill his request?”

“Freedom,” I answered.

“From?”

“I’m… a thrall.”

“Ah. Then perhaps youcanhandle me if your want to be free of that life is great enough. But want alone does not always gift us what we crave.” Freyr used my fingers to circle my hole again.

“I-I want nothing more than my freedom,” I asserted, “but what is being asked of me to acquire that is a boon too.”

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