Page 71 of The Magic of Vanaheim
He had no idea how much time had passed, only that he was unbearably aroused and that Talvinen had been supporting most of his weight for some time now. To Håkon’s relief, thevölurfinally moved away from them, and Talvinen guided him to the shore. The cold waves poured over his bare feet and Håkon, dizzy with lust, was grateful that his thoughts had cleared to some extent. The freezing water felt refreshing on his heated skin.
Like a granite altar, a large rock rose from the waves, and Talvinen led him to it. Håkon had no idea if the thing had been there a blink ago, but ultimately, he didn’t care. They stopped in front of it, and Talvinen prompted him to turn around. He was a tall, dark shadow against the sky’s backdrop, his eyes sparklingwith desire. A god of sex and magic indeed. “Remember that you can stop me with a word whenever you need.”
It took Håkon some effort to push through the lust-filled daze and gather his thoughts.
“Yes,” he whispered, and because he felt like this statement alone wouldn’t reassure his husband, he twisted in his grip and pressed a messy kiss to Talvinen’s lips. “I trust you with my life.”
“Good,” Talvinen said, sounding choked up. “Such a good boy. Let’s gift Vanaheim with our blessing, then.”
He allowed Talvinen to more or less carry him up the rock, as Håkon’s limbs didn’t seem to be cooperating. Once at the top, he slumped down on his back, gasping up at the sky. Talvinen watched him fondly. Only when Håkon had recovered a little did his husband place his hands on Håkon’s chest.
Talvinen hesitated. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like something, if it gets too much,” he said again.
The fool! Despite his youthful cockiness, he truly had no idea how much Håkon wanted him.
“I trust you,” Håkon repeated. “With. My. Life.”
Talvinen froze, something in his gaze changing, and Håkon thought he would have to repeat himself a third time. But the next thing he knew, he found himself pressed flat against the smooth surface of the altar and Talvinen’sseiðrpouring into him. There was no other way to describe it. It felt like floating in the most luxurious bath, the touch not only superficial but reachinginsideof him, soothing and glowing, and somehow more intense than what Talvinen had done the other night.
Talvinen growled, his eyes glowing with an eerie green light, and something shattered.
Håkon moaned. Whatever Talvinen had done, it felt glorious. Eyes fluttering shut, his whole body relaxed, surrendering to Talvinen. Warm tendons ofseiðrcaressed his body, coiling around his arms and legs, pulling his thighs apart and pinninghim down to the altar with a soft but unyielding force. All the while, Talvinen still just loomed over him, his hands resting warm and comforting on Håkon’s shoulders.
Finally, Talvinen leaned down and kissed Håkon. None of their earlier kisses could compare to the passionate drag of teeth and tongue. Arching up into Talvinen’s touch, Håkon moaned into his mouth. He yelped in surprise as Talvinen’s hand closed around the handle of the staff and started tomove. Instinctively, he wanted to pull away from the all-consuming sensation, but Talvinen’sseiðr, along with his body weight on Håkon, only allowed him to squirm helplessly. Håkon shouldn’t enjoy the feeling of helplessness, but he did.
“Relax,dróttning. Let me take care of you,” Talvinen whispered.
Willing his body to go pliant, Håkon trembled with pleasure. He whined breathlessly as Talvinen bent down to bite and lick at his nipples and trailed kisses down his chest and belly. Pressing his face next to Håkon’s straining cock, Talvinen seemed to inhale his scent.
“You smell so good.”
“Please—” Håkon moaned. He needed some relief, and Talvinen was just not letting him move.
“Fine.” Talvinen chuckled and finally took Håkon’s cock into his mouth. He took his time teasing the tip before swallowing him down to the root. It still amazed Håkon how far Talvinen was willing to go to bring him pleasure.
“I’m close,” Håkon managed, despite the ecstasy flowing through his body.
Talvinen needed to stop teasing and get his cock inside Håkon already if they wanted to complete the rite. But the madman only doubled his efforts.
“Talvinen!” Håkon cried, back arching up from the altar. A cresting wave of pleasure broke over him, but he did not come.The seconds of overwhelming delight dragged on as if time itself was slowing down, and then Håkon slumped down again, a desperate whimper caught in his throat.
“What was that?” he gasped.
Talvinen was still mouthing the hard length of his cock.
“Until myseiðrdeems you ready, you aren’t allowed to come.”
Håkon shuddered.
“Then fuck me already, dammit, Talvinen!”
Grinning, Talvinen moved up his body again, kissing Håkon sweetly. “Are you okay though,dróttning?”
“Yeah, just—” Håkon hissed when Talvinen’s cock brushed against his own. “Please.”
And, finally, Talvinen seemed willing to comply with Håkon’s wishes. Carefully, he pulled out the staff, already weaving anotherseiðr. Håkon could tell by the silent movement of Talvinen’s lips and the way his eyes shone as if illuminated by an inner fire. And just like that, he pushed inside Håkon. After all Talvinen’s talk about the need to take this slow, it was outrageous that Håkon’s body yielded to his husband’s whims so easily, not the slightest resistance left.
Dazed, Håkon heard himself moan, breathless little sounds of ‘yes’ and ‘more’ and ‘please’ while Talvinen moved inside him, steady as the waves rocking against the shore. If he was being honest with himself, he’d craved his husband’s cock ever since their wedding night. Now that it brushed against that white-hot spot deep inside him with every single movement, Håkon felt like he might go mad, trapped in an endless state of pleasure. The smell of waves and snow overwhelmed his senses, and somehow, he knew it was Talvinen’sseiðr. If Håkon had felt owned in the best possible way before, it was like Talvinen had released a storm now. The feeling of Talvinen inside him, his cock, hisseiðr, filled Håkon’s entire being.