Page 82 of The Magic of Vanaheim

Håkon’s focus snapped back to Talvi. He could only nod.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”

Scrambling to obey, Håkon turned around. Talvi’s contented hum made him preen.

“Very good. Now get comfortable, put your chest on the bed. Like this. Spread your legs a little wider.”

Moaning softly, Håkon followed the instructions. It felt so good to hand himself over to Talvi, to let his husband take care of him and let the pleasure chase away his sorrowful memories.

Talvi’s hands wandered down Håkon’s back, and with a kiss to Håkon’s spine, he made his pants vanish.

“Don’t overexert yourself. If the position is no longer comfortable, you can tell me. You’re allowed to make yourself more comfortable at any time.”

“Yes, my husband,” Håkon sighed, feeling himself falling into a deep state of tranquility and contentment. “My chieftain, my king.”

“Oh,dróttning,” Talvi said, a blend of giddiness and awe in his tone.

He massaged the globes of Håkon’s ass, and Håkon still couldn’t fathom how it could feel so good to give himself to someone in this way.

Slick fingers pressed against his entrance, and Håkon moaned and pushed back against them. Each time they did this, it became easier to relax, and he craved Talvi’s touch inside him.

“More,” Håkon demanded. “Talvi—”

Curling his fingers, Talvi made him lose his ability to use words. His husband leaned over him, enveloping him with the warmth of his body and the softness of his skin. Pressing against that sparkling-white spot that always made Håkon see stars, Talvi peppered kisses along Håkon’s shoulder at the same time.

The sweetness of the sensations had Håkon writhing helplessly. How could the afterlife feel so good?

“Is this to your liking, my love?”

“Yes,” Håkon babbled, uncaring how desperate or needy he sounded. “Gods, yes.”

“Shall I fuck you now?”

“Please—I need to feel you.”

His back arched as Talvi slipped inside him, connecting them, filling him up so well.

“Up with you,” Talvi ordered, pulling him backward and onto his lap.

Groaning, Håkon went where Talvi guided him. The changed angle made him sink down even deeper on Talvi’s cock. Håkon cried out in pleasure. Curling one hand around Håkon’s cock, Talvi started to stroke him in a lazy rhythm with his shallow thrusts. With the other, he turned Håkon’s face to the side so he could kiss him, and Håkon moaned in pure bliss. His own hands came up to tangle in Talvi’s hair and clutched mindlessly at his shoulders.

“I love you,” Håkon panted against Talvi’s lips. “My husband, my everything.”

Speeding up his thrusts, Talvi kissed him with fervor.

“Gods, Håkon, you’re perfect. My perfect husband.Mine.”

Håkon screamed as the raw pleasure, along with his all-consumingfeelingsfor Talvi, carried him away like an avalanche. Talvi groaned and shuddered, and Håkon knew he was being carried away with him. Slumping in Talvi’s arms, Håkon soaked up the warmth radiating from his husband. He felt sleepy; in dire need of being cuddled. Was there sleep in the afterlife? The pleasure of Talvi’s touch at least felt as divine as ever.

A silken cloth appeared out of nowhere in Talvi’s hand, and he used it to clean Håkon’s belly. It felt so good to let Talvi take careof everything. Slipping out of him carefully, Talvi helped him settle down in the sheets again.

“The Halls ofHelare more comfortable than I thought,” Håkon slurred as he snuggled into Talvi’s arms.

“Huh?”

“The Halls of the Dead. I guess Lady Hel favors you.”

Turning him around by his shoulders, Talvi faced him with a strange expression on his beautiful face.