Page 46 of The Magic of Vanaheim

“You took my fingers so well. Such a good boy. But we have to work up to it. If I forced myself inside you now, even relaxed as you are, I could hurt you.”

“But—”

“No. When I fuck you, I’m going to make it so good for you. A little more patience, my love.”

Overwhelmed with emotion, Håkon had no idea what to reply. He felt raw and vulnerable, his eyes stinging treacherously.

“Fine,” he whispered, voice choked up.

“Do you want to help me come? You don’t have to, I can just—”

“Yes!” Could he sound any more eager? And because Talvinen’s sex magic obviously robbed his honor for good, he added: “Please, my lord.”

But Talvinen’s pleased smile made him forget about all doubts.

“Very well. Sit up.”

The weight of theseiðrwas suddenly gone, allowing Håkon to move again. Scrambling to obey, he felt a little dizzy.

Talvinen settled at the head of the bed, leaning against the headboard and opening his legs invitingly.

“Come here. Kneel between my legs.”

New excitement rushed through Håkon’s veins. Shameful as it was, he could get used to being naked while Talvinen still wore most of his armor. Brushing Håkon’s hair from his face, Talvinen cupped his chin.

“May I fuck your mouth, my husband?”

Heat rose to Håkon’s face, every instinct telling him to refuse. The thought of taking Talvinen’s cock in his mouth was thrilling and terrifying at the same time.

“Yes, my lord,” Håkon heard himself saying.

“I can be your lord when we lie together like this. I can be your king or the chieftain who overpowered you in battle, whoever you need me to be. But outside of this bedroom, I’m Talvi. I’m your husband. You can talk to me.”

Well, choking himself on Talvinen’s cock suddenly seemed a lot less terrifying than continuing this conversation. Bracing himself on Talvinen’s thighs, Håkon leaned down and closed his lips around his husband’s cock.

Talvinen groaned, lifting his hips, and pushing deeper into Håkon’s mouth. The fullness and the slight restriction of his breathing felt better than Håkon would have ever expected.Humming, he licked an experimental stripe all the way from the base of Talvinen’s cock to the tip.

Hands sinking into Håkon’s hair, Talvinen stopped his movements before he could sink down again.

“I’ll grant you your evasion for now,” Talvinen said. “But you can’t hide from this conversation forever, understood?”

Pulling him up by his hair, so Håkon had no choice but to look him in the eye, Talvinen fixed him with a dark glare.

“Understood,” Håkon managed, although he could barely think straight. It was all too much. Talvinen’s hands in his hair, pulling none-too-gently, moving him where he wanted him. Talvinen’s cock, wet with Håkon’s spit, which was going to be shoved back into Håkon’s mouth soon. Håkon’s head was swimming with lust.

“Oh,dróttning,” Talvinen purred. “You’re so far gone already, aren’t you? So eager for me. Let me guide you through this.”

“Yes,” Håkon breathed. “Please.”

“Very well.”

Adjusting his grip on Håkon’s hair, Talvinen slowly pushed Håkon’s head down.

“Open up. Good. Let’s see how far you can go.”

Relaxing in Talvinen’s hold, Håkon allowed himself to be guided as far down as he could go. He knew his husband was treating him carefully. Talvinen could have easily forced his way down Håkon’s throat, but he stopped as soon as Håkon began to struggle.

“Good,” Talvinen praised, even though Håkon wasn’t able to take the whole length of him. “Now stay like this.”