Page 56 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Speak,” he said again. “Do you trust me?”

Odin flicked the feather inside my shaft. I didn’t need to see it to feel it, for the action made it vibrate within me, and my slit tightened around it.

“Fuck, I… I don’t know!”

Odin was on me, but I barely felt his weight, until he rested his cock between my pecs, and I felt the leak of his prerelease. “If you never allow yourself to trust those you give yourself to freely, how can you ever truly call yourself free?”

I... I didn't know. I didn't know how to trust anyone or anything.

“You can walk hand in hand with where life takes you, Oli, or you can fight every step of the way and end up in the same place you were trying to avoid, without enjoying the journey there. Believe me.” Odin flicked the quill again, and this time, it hurt. Only a little, but ithurt. “Some things we cannot change, but wecan change ourselves, even when we have lost everything. Can’t we?”

There was his desperation again, a plea for me to ease his sorrow.

For me to agree.

For me to absolve him.

For me to trust, when he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself.

“Yes,” I said, and I thought, I hoped, I meant it. “We can.”

Odin swung us, and I wanted to catch his cock when it bobbed closer to me, sliding up my chest. I couldn’t, still utterly bound and at his mercy, forIwas the swing.

He was on my hips, higher than my cock, and reached back to pull the quill halfway free of me—slowly. My prerelease dribbled out with it.

Odin swung us again, grinding his cock with the motion and smearing more fluid across my chest. He pulled more of the quill free, until there was little more than a sharpened nail’s worth of it in me. Like Loki’s nails. Those sharp nails that had scratched along my scalp so sweetly.

Loki… watched me, was maybe watching me now. He had watched me for weeks before claiming me. Without being able to see the hands and body upon me, I could imagine it was Loki with me. Him I could trust.

I relaxed into my bindings, letting myself rock with our momentum without trying to hold myself up. The howls were not the Wild Hunt to me anymore, but Loki as that wolf or dog form I had seen so many times. The galloping was Loki as a mare or stallion orboth. The many eyes on me were his too. The hands on me were his. The cock grinding up my chest…

It reached closer enough to my lips on our next rock that I kissed it, licked it, and tried to take its head into my mouth.

The scant weight atop me left, and the loss of it made me wail and almost cry Loki’s name. I was alone, swinging in the dark.

Norn.

Norn.

But no. I was so tired of expecting the worst. So tired of resentment. I wanted to be able to trust that I could be treated as I deserved. No one should have to be a slave to fate or to another person.

Was that where I was wrong? Was I demanding servitude of Loki? For him to yield? To relent? To be mine, whether he voiced that was what he wanted or not?

Iwasfailing him. Because I didn’t trust him. I didn’t. I was terrified I was wrong, and so, instead of letting him say the truth for himself, I kept pushing andpushing—

Odin pushed into me like a bird of prey having swept in for the kill. The swing flung further back as he entered me, swinging again with me, but in my mind’s eyes, in my deepest desires, I saw and felt Loki there still.

And if, after this, Loki denied me again, I would have to be content with what I’d had.

I could feel the tautness of the bindings as Odin clung to them to control the swing, using them and our momentum to pull out and push back into me with each upward and then downward arch.

My hole was too used to the presence of gods to protest, especially after Yggdrasil had been counted among those that entered me. It wasn’t the penetration that mattered but the motion. I was dizzy, floating, subjugated.

But no. No. I didn’thaveto trust. Iwantedto. I had wanted to trust Thorsten and been so, so wrong, but if I never let myself trust again, I was makingmyselfa slave.

“You have not said the word,” Odin rumbled.

“I will not,” I said. “Take me, Odin. I trust you won’t lead me astray.”

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