Tribute for the Viking (reluctant gay erotica) (6 page)

Eadwulf glanced up, his blue eyes
meeting Bjarni’s grey ones. “I can’t, I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he managed. It
hurt too much. He tried to move further up, but Bjarni stopped him again.

“You can do it, thrall,” Bjarni
insisted, stroking Eadwulf’s cock. “Listen to your master, I know you can do
it.”

Somehow, Bjarni’s words gave him courage
to try again. “Yes, master,” he whispered, and started to move back down.
Perhaps the brief respite had eased the pain, giving his hole time to get used
to being stretched, but Eadwulf felt it was because of Bjarni’s words. The pain
was subsiding, and it was easier to move down. He gasped as Bjarni’s cock slid
in deeper than before. His thighs were trembling, but Eadwulf took a deep
breath and as he breathed out, he pushed his hips down further. “Yes, master,”
he whispered again.

“Good thrall,” Bjarni told him. “Accept
it. Accept my cock.”

“Yes, master,” he murmured. It became a
mantra, something to focus on as he let Bjarni’s cock fill him. He didn’t know
how long it took him, but eventually he felt Bjarni’s thighs against his skin
and knew he was filled completely. “Master,” he whispered, blinking in surprise
that he had managed it. He felt a proud smile appear on his face, and Bjarni
smiled back.

“I knew you could do it,” the Viking
told him, then released his cock. “Now move, thrall. Fuck yourself on my cock.
Ride your master.”

He almost laughed at needing to be
reminded. Fortunately, from this moment things would be easier and hopefully
more pleasurable. He braced himself, his hands still on Bjarni’s shoulders,
then he moved up slowly, gasping at the feeling of Bjarni’s cock sliding out of
him. He only moved up a few inches before moving back down. It didn’t hurt, but
it wasn’t the overwhelming pleasure from Bjarni’s fingers either. As he
carefully moved up and down a few more times, he rolled his hips to change the
angle, to see what would bring him that pleasure again.

He leaned closer to Bjarni, who rested
his hands on Eadwulf’s hips, and moved even further up. It was almost easy now
to slide back down, and as he did, he felt Bjarni’s thick cock brush against
that spot. Eadwulf paused, and squirmed in Bjarni’s lap. That was it, that was
the right position, he was sure of it.

He grinned, which caused Bjarni to
frown. “Don’t worry, master,” he said, and moved up slowly only to rapidly
force himself down on Bjarni’s cock again, moaning as the Viking’s cock rubbed
against that amazing spot inside of him. It felt so good, and Eadwulf moved his
hips faster and faster, needing to feel that pleasure take over his body.

Bjarni was groaning as well, deep grunts
every time his cock filled Eadwulf to the hilt. “Yes, thrall,” he gasped.
“Faster, take my cock.”

Eadwulf threw his head back to let out a
loud moan. He was riding Bjarni’s cock in earnest now, slamming his hips down
and forcing the big cock deep inside him. “Master,” he panted. “It feels so
good, so very good.” He had no words to describe how incredible it felt to fuck
himself on the Viking’s thick cock.

Underneath him, Bjarni was moving his
hips as well, thrusting his cock inside of Eadwulf whenever Eadwulf pushed
down, making Eadwulf whimper. It was nearly too much pleasure at once, but he
also never wanted this to end. But with Bjarni’s cock inside of him and his own
cock constantly brushing against the skin and hair of Bjarni’s stomach, Eadwulf
knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He was going to come soon, and he wanted his
Viking to come as well.

“Please,” he gasped, looking straight
into Bjarni’s eyes. “I’m so close, master, I’m going to come soon.”

Bjarni nodded, his dark eyes locked with
Eadwulf’s. “Then show me. Show me how much you enjoy riding my cock and fucking
yourself on it, thrall.”

Bjarni’s words made him shudder, and
Eadwulf nodded. How could he disobey that command? “Yes, master, yes,” he
moaned, moving faster and faster on the Viking’s cock. He could feel his climax
building rapidly, and he cried out when the pleasure took over his body, more
than he had ever felt before.

The feeling of bliss was over far too
soon, and he let himself collapse against Bjarni, his face resting on the
Viking’s broad shoulders. He realised that Bjarni’s cock was still hard inside
of him, and he felt Bjarni start to move his hips impatiently, thrusting into
Eadwulf.

He whimpered, his body still overwhelmed
and not entirely able to handle those sensations. He also wished he could ride
Bjarni’s cock, but his thighs wouldn’t move, still spent from before.

Bjarni didn’t seem to care, he simply
moved Eadwulf’s hips up and down himself, as if Eadwulf weighed nothing.
Eadwulf let him, still leaning heavily against the Viking, and moaning
helplessly with every thrust. Bjarni’s speed increased, along with his grunts.
Hot air ran down Eadwulf’s back, and Eadwulf wrapped his arms around the
Viking, holding him tight.

“Come for me, master,” he whispered,
closing his eyes again. “Fill me completely.”

Bjarni groaned, holding Eadwulf down as
he thrust into him once, twice, before coming with a moan. Eadwulf whimpered as
he felt hot spurts erupt from Bjarni’s cock inside of him. The Viking wrapped
one arm around Eadwulf’s waist, then lay down on the bed, bringing Eadwulf with
him.

Eadwulf shifted to let Bjarni’s cock
slip out of him, wincing at the ache. He also noticed that his own come had
ended up in Bjarni’s chest hair, and he smiled as he settled against the
Viking’s side, resting his head on Bjarni’s shoulder again. He had now marked
Bjarni as much as Bjarni had marked him.

“I told you you would enjoy it,” Bjarni
told him, idly stroking Eadwulf’s hair.

“I did,” he replied softly. “But that
doesn’t mean I will simply let you take me whenever you feel like it.” He knew
that his body would still ache tomorrow, and perhaps even the day after. And he
kind of liked struggling against the Viking and being held down by the stronger
man.

Bjarni let out a laugh. “You are
fortunate I don’t mind you being headstrong,” he said, ruffling Eadwulf’s hair.
“So long as you remember who you belong to, my little wolf.”

Eadwulf smiled, pulling up the furs to
cover himself and Bjarni. “To you, master. I belong to you.”

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