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He actually drew back, looking from her face to the sex toy and back again. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope.” She licked her lips again, mouth suddenly dry. “If I activate the spell, it takes whatever form I want. I wanted you.” When he didn’t say anything, just blinked at her, she continued. “It’s nowhere as big as you are, so really wasn’t a true representation, but I was desperate…”
It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him speechless, but it was one of the more fun.
Vidar eventually cleared his throat, glanced at the dildo again. “How does that work, exactly?”
“I insert it, just a little, then activate it.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but desire was making her voice thicken. “And suddenly it’s you. It works on its own, so I tell it when to start thrusting and can just lie there and enjoy it.”
“By the gods.” He didn’t try to hide his arousal, or his interest. “Your enchanting abilities and imagination are diabolical.”
“Hmmm.” Reaching down, she palmed his ass, squeezed. “You have no idea.”
His eyes widened, then narrowed. The hand not holding the dildo skimmed the back of her thigh, lifting her leg slightly. “It is quite a bit smaller than me, isn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, reached out to tickle a finger down the length of the glass. “At least three inches shorter, a lot narrower.”
She let it go at that, letting him think it over, even though by now she was so hot for him her desire bordered on pain. He loved playing with her ass, about as much as she loved having it played with, but when she’d suggested they try anal, he’d refused. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he was absolutely sure he’d hurt her if they did. Jasmina was honest enough to admit he might just be right. Certainly she’d never had a man of his dimensions before.
“Hmmm.” The contemplative sound vibrated from his chest and into her torso, sending out little shockwaves of pleasure. To Jasmina’s disappointment, he let the dildo slip from his fingers onto the quilt beside them. He leaned in, lips finding her ear. “Let me think about this a little more.”
“Don’t take too long, troll.” She tried to sound tough, but the breathiness of the words spoiled the effect. “Remember, I have a backup plan.”
His end-of-day whiskers rasped deliciously against her throat when he chuckled. “I’ll bear that in mind, Jasmina Binaar.” Shifting lower, he peppered her skin with kisses, then paused with his mouth poised over her breast. “Although it sounds a bit like a threat.”
She couldn’t answer immediately, for his hot, clever tongue was circling her nipple, stealing her breath and making her arch closer, wanting more. Running her fingers into his hair, closing them into fists, she tried to pull him in. “It was, Vidar Jarlsen. Believe me, it was.”
He lifted his head slightly, and a soft moan rose to her lips at the gleam in his eyes, the tender set of his mouth. “I know you like to jump right into things, but that’s not my way. There’s a lot to think about and I can do my contemplating here, like this, or somewhere else. Your choice.”
Need uncoiled, restless in her belly, making her tremble. Oh, she loved the contradiction of stern words and the too-gentle sweep of fingers over her skin, the risk of denial coupled with the knowledge of eventual satisfaction if she obeyed the veiled threat.
Instinctively her fingers loosened and she lifted her arms above her head to grip the headboard. The light that sparked in Vidar’s eyes made her moan.
“Good girl.” Holding her gaze, he lowered his head to tickle her nipple with his lips, as he said, “Very good.”
The tender assault on her breasts, played out with lips and tongue and teeth, made Jasmina writhe, as he knew it would. Damn him for having found all the places that made her crazy.
He paused after what seemed like hours, and she was glad to see she wasn’t the only one having trouble breathing. When his mouth skimmed down to her stomach, Jasmina whimpered, knowing his delicious, excruciating torture wasn’t over. Using one thigh, he parted her legs so as to settle between them.
“So many details to work out.” He whispered it against the uncontrollably trembling flesh of her abdomen. “Logistics.”
“Like what?” She forced the words out, wanting desperately to know what he was contemplating.
The tug at her belly ring brought another little gasp from her lips. When he did that it reminded her how close his mouth was to her pussy, made her imagination run wild.
“Like how far to go.” Another tug, followed by a slow swipe of his tongue, soothing the slight sting. “Whether you’ll want to use the enchantment, or allow me to be in control, sliding that glass cock in and out your ass.”
“Fuck.” The word came out as a whisper, and she knew he felt the harsh shudder that fired through her entire body, curling her toes and making goose bumps pop up on her torso, legs and arms. “Anything you want. Any way you want.”
“Or,” he continued, as though she hadn’t spoken, sliding lower, so his lips rested on her mound, bringing another whimper of need. “Would you want to have me and it together?”
He wasn’t touching her clit, but just the words and the vibration of them into her pussy brought on a mini spasm, a tiny, intense, pre-orgasm orgasm.
“I’ll take that reaction as a yes.”
His mouth was at the start of her slit, and if he licked into it, even lightly, she was going to come. And she wanted it so bad—wanted everything he was promising with a kind of deep, ravenous hunger she still found amazing. She’d never get enough of him. The joy of that was overwhelming.
“Turn over, kelema.”
Jasmina lifted eyelids weighed down with passion to see him up on his knees between her legs. By the stars, he was a magnificent sight—her tattooed troll. She could spend eternity looking at his beautiful body, her need growing as she saw a little trickle of pre-come trail down his cock. No one had ever wanted her the way he did, and that in itself was an inescapable turn-on.
His muscles shifted as his palms rasped with delicate friction along the outside of her thighs, nudging her to go over onto her stomach. She wanted to keep watching him though, so she murmured her dissent. He shook his head slightly, nudged her again.
“Roll over, Jazz.”
She complied, of course, although she’d have preferred to be able to watch him. So much of her enjoyment came from seeing his, but there was no arguing with that particular tone. Not that she’d want to. When he spoke that way, masterful and demanding, it set her heart pounding so hard she thought it might explode.
Pressing her face into the pillow she went up on her knees, lifted her ass, and Vidar’s groan of approval sent another little spasm through her pussy. For a too brief moment his body covered hers, as he reached for the lube on the bedside table.
They’d been working up to this moment over the last couple of months. He’d already known how much she loved oral stimulation of her ass, so he’d been more than willing to experiment with penetrating her with a finger. On one memorable occasion he’d been sucking her pussy and used two, sending her into the kind of screaming orgasm only he was capable of giving. She’d even talked him into letting her give him a prostate orgasm and he’d loved it so much, she just had to mention it to get him hard.
But this—by the stars—this was more than she had ever expected. Life with Vidar was turning into one erotic surprise after another.
Without her sense of sight, every touch was amplified. His hand on her hip burned like fire. The rush of his breath on her skin made her moan with need. With a delicate flick of his tongue he almost sent her over the edge, and she cried out, already begging for release.
“Patience.”
He growled it, slicking a finger over the sensitive orifice, spreading the lube with a slight twisting motion. Jasmina bit down on the pillow to stop from shouting again. Slowly, carefully, he pressed in, taking his time. She pushed back against the encroaching digit, letting him in, whimpering her delight at the sharp, decad
ent bliss. Two fingers, spreading and sliding deep, made her legs tremble, on the verge of giving out. A big palm under her stomach kept her steady, as he stroked into her ass over and over again, until she was almost insane with the sensation. Then he withdrew with a slow, sensual swivel of his hand.
Now, she wanted to cry, do it now. But she held her tongue even as she bowed up, gasping for breath, body stiff and trembling.
With one of those incredibly quick motions, Vidar flipped her over again and her eyes flew open to find him looming above her. A swift tug had her in his arms, and he went up on his knees, pulling her onto his lap so her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock pulsed against her belly. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, lifted her lips for his kiss.
His plunging tongue sent her head spinning, and she held on to his shoulders, afire with yearning, lost in him, in the moment, the joy.
The first cool touch of the dildo caught her by surprise, had her moaning into his mouth, pressing back to show how much she wanted it. The head stretched her to the edge of pain, then deliciously breached the tender, sensitive ring of muscle. Unable to catch her breath she broke the kiss, arching with delight, crying out his name as the glass phallus slipped deeper into her rectum.
“How is that?” He was panting as hard as she was, his voice a low croon. “Is that good?”
“Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”
With an almost delicate movement, he eased it out a little then slid it deep again.
“Will you take me too, kelema?”
In answer, she practically climbed him, using her arms and legs to lift her body high enough to allow his cock to take position at the entrance of her pussy. Vidar groaned, used his free hand on her thigh to help her stay aloft.
They were practically face-to-face, and Jasmina forced her eyes to stay open so she could see his expression as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. His lips parted on a soundless growl, his eyes, already storm-tossed, grew even darker. Ocean-blue, pulling her in, drowning her in his passion.
Ahh. Full. So full.
Leaning against his chest, she tried to control the trembling of her limbs, stop the rhythmic cries issuing from her throat, but it felt too good. Impossible to even move as her muscles tightened, locking in ecstasy.
Vidar was trembling too. The knowledge that she could reduce this huge, strong man to such a state never failed to arouse her even more. Galvanized, wanting to make it as good for him as it was for her, she rocked her hips, drawing a harsh gasp from them both. Slowly, carefully, he lowered them to their sides, hugging her tighter as they went.
“I’m not going to last long.” He nuzzled her face, urging her in for a long, ravenous kiss. When he broke away, she could feel the pulse of his cock, the incredible pounding of his heart. “Do it now, Jazz.”
Overcome with desire and love, she whispered the spell. Immediately there was the warmth of a body behind her, and Vidar’s eyes widened, the hand that had been holding the toy dropping to her thigh. Another whisper made the enchanted image begin to move and Vidar stiffened.
“By all the gods.”
Jasmina couldn’t answer. The intensity of the sensation rendered her completely mute. And then Vidar began to move too, finding a rhythm counter to the pace being set by the enchanted dildo. Jasmina squeezed her eyes closed, digging her fingers into the flexing muscles of Vidar’s back. He was making harsh sounds of enjoyment with each thrust and Jasmina pressed her lips to the hollow at the base of his throat, taking the vibrations in through her lips. They seemed to travel through her, sending shocks of bliss straight to her clit. She’d never experienced anything like it, didn’t know how much more she could take.
The first pulse of release took her almost by surprise, the strength of it curling her toes, locking her muscles. Vidar growled, his fingers clenching in her hair and on her thigh, his pace increasing to match the waves of her orgasm, intensifying and prolonging it until she thought she might die from the pleasure.
With a muted roar, he came too, slamming up into her, jolting her with one last, powerful pulse that had lights flashing behind her eyelids and wrenched a cry from her lips.
It took all she had just to murmur the spell necessary to stop the toy, and Vidar and she collapsed together, all strength expended by the mind-blowing experience.
Finally she caught her breath, took note of all the tender spots on her body and smiled. “How did it feel to share your woman with yourself?”
“Surreal.” Vidar chuckled but it ended with a yawn. “But I’m getting used to trying new things with you.” He was silent for a moment, and then, so quietly she almost couldn’t hear, said, “Everything has been new to me. You’re my first lover.”
Jasmina exhaled, relief making her press a kiss to his shoulder. It was the last secret between them, one she hadn’t known how to bring up, although the fact he hadn’t said anything bothered her.
Rolling so she could look down at him, she grinned. “First, last and only if I have my way, troll.”
The shadows darkening his gaze fled, and he grinned back. “Sounds perfect to me.”
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After living a checkered past, and despite an avowed disinterest in domesticity, multi-published author Anya Richards settled in Ontario, Canada, with husband, kids and two cats who plot world domination, one food bowl at a time. Having trained the humans around her to recognize the Do Not Disturb vibes she gives off when writing, she’s still trying to get the cats to honor her need for space. The suspicion is that they perfectly understand, but choose those moments when she’s most engrossed to once more prove who wears the pants in the house.
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