by James, Taki
Her hand slid between his legs to cup his balls. She rolled the sensitive sack gently as she lowered her mouth over more of his cock. She couldn’t quite manage to take all of him in her mouth, but she didn’t allow it to stop her from taking in what she could as her knees buckled. His tongue snaked its way inside her pussy, lapping at her liquid flavor. His tongue slid deeper inside when her knees collapsed over him. She pulled away from her work as her body gave a deep shudder. Hands held tightly to her hips once more to keep her steady. Her hands reached around his hips, taking hold of his firm buttocks. Her mind fought against the pleasure centered on her pussy. She could feel another orgasm hovering. One finger slid within her depths, then two before the a third was added. “Have you given up my pleasure already?”
Vanessa had no breath to answer. His fingers curved into just the right spot and his tongue had gone back to teasing her clit. She tried to get back at him. She took hold of his cock, curving it toward her mouth. She licked from tip to base before capturing his cockhead. Freyr mumbled incoherently, as she slid more of him inside her hot mouth. He was so big her jaws stretched, but it was worth it when she felt more of his pre cum slipping from him. She slid upward, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed out. Freyr buried his face deeper into cunt, sucking harder on her clit. Once more she lost control of her body. With her mouth full she cried out. The result had Freyr grunting. Before she was aware he moved she found herself flat on her back with Freyr’s hips settled firmly between her thighs. His eyes were wild. His breath panting as fine tremors ran through his body.
Vanessa couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was just so beautiful it was sometimes painful. She slid her hands along the slick skin of his arms up toward his shoulders. Freyr grabbed both wrists. He lowered them to the ground where he contained them in one hand. Vanessa tugged, but found she had no room to move. “You will not move,” he said to her. From his eyes, she knew that he meant it. She decided that it would be best to hold her body still like he commanded, just so she could see what would happen. A single shift of his hips brought him in alignment with where he wanted to be. He thrust forward slowly, so slowly she was sure she was about to lose her mind. But his movement was made with a loving gentleness, showing his intent to possess, to control the pleasures of her body.
The control dragged the veins of his cock against every sensitive muscle of her pussy’s walls where he ground hard against her pelvis anytime he fully sheathed himself inside her. Lightning shot through her. Without being able to move she felt the loss of control. And strangely, she found, she relished being at his mercy. She tilted her head back. His lips clasped the exposed skin. His teeth scraped the large vein. The shock of pain pushed her over the edge. Her muscles tightened hard and she turned her head further to sink her teeth into his bicep to keep from crying out for everyone to hear. She came like she could never before remember. Vaguely she could feel Freyr’s come filling her. But she had no time to think of anything else other than the fact she seemed to be turning into a pervert and it was all his fault for making her like it.
Chapter 10
Karen knew this was her only chance to make her move on the gorgeous man Vanessa had brought on the camping trip. She wasn’t sure why, and she’d deny it greatly if questioned, but she could not stand Vanessa. Vanessa had a great job that didn’t require her breasts to hang out or for her to sleep with anyone. She now had a great looking guy she didn’t deserve.
She had everything that Karen felt should be hers. It had been so easy to insinuate herself in Baxter’s life. He was the kind of black man that used white women like her to show his position and she was more than willing to use that to get ahead. She knew she had the better body than many women. She was the total package as far as her shape was concerned. Plus, she was blonde. She hadn’t met a man yet who was opposed to a night in bed with her. She was a Playboy dream come true.
So it came as a big shock that this new man barely looked at her. Karen had done everything she usually did, from wearing the short shorts, to practically falling into his lap while wearing her bikini. He’d only set her off to the side and went about his business as if she were nothing. He would rather go chasing after that fat cow Vanessa than sink his teeth into a real woman like her.
It was okay, really. She figured she just hadn’t found the perfect outfit to draw his attention. She pulled out her skimpiest string bikini, intent on doing some “sun bathing”. The thong bottoms helped show off her shapely rear while the cups were lucky if they contained her nipples for long periods of time. It was pink, her favorite color, and with the bubblegum lip gloss, she just knew she was going to dazzle Vanessa’s new man, what’s his name.
She giggled. She just couldn’t wait to see how devastated Vanessa was going to be when she came strolling onto the scene. And then when her man came running, Karen was going to be able to just rub it in the fatso’s face. It would just give Baxter the chance to fuck that cow like she knew the man had been hankering to do since Vanessa broke up with him. It’s not like Vanessa would be able to hold on to him anyway, because Karen had every intention of still stringing Baxter along, too. A threesome sounded like a really good to end the trip.
She stepped out of the tent, finding that everyone had already gone down to the lake. She didn’t let it bother her for one moment. After all, a girl like her had to make a big entrance onto the scene. Karen pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out into perfect view. She wrapped a beach towel around her hip for a little modesty, as she strolled down to where the others were. In her mind she ran the scenario through her head of just how well everything would go. She smirked in Vanessa’s direction. The cow had to wear a one piece suit that covered everything. How sad was that? If the girl would just go on a diet then maybe she would have a body similar to what she possessed. Although she highly doubted that would ever happen. Vanessa looked as if she couldn’t understand the word portion control.
Karen shook out her blonde hair, letting the platinum strands catch the light. She quickly turned her back when it looked like Freyr was turning in her direction and dropped her towel. She bent over like she’d seen some of her stripper friends do. Her parted legs should give the man she wanted a good peak at her treasures. She wiggled her hips as she spread out her towel. The added bonus of the wind caressing her pink flesh added that extra element. Karen felt the beautiful swelling of her folds, as moisture flooded the crotch of her swimsuit.
Now she knew she had his attention. The others were silent, perhaps in awe of her perfection. Karen glanced over her shoulder, only to see that she was completely alone. She huffed, more than a little upset not to get her way. She looked all along the beach and found them along the waterline, getting on one of the boats. Worse of all, the object of her affections held that black bitch and was whispering in her ear. Karen wanted to scream. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to be falling all over himself to be with her, not Vanessa.
“Come on, Karen,” Baxter, yelled from a short distance away. She cursed under her breath. She would just have to wait for another opportunity. She refused to lose, as failure was not an option. Good thing she had her chance later that night around the camp fire.
“Alright, favorite sex positions,” Karen called back to the whole group. She had been trying to get the group to play Truth or Dare all night in the hopes that she could gain Freyr’s attention. It was the last night after all, and she would have thought they’d be eager for some real fun. So far, her idea hadn’t worked. Instead of Truth or Dare, they decided to try playing twenty questions in order to get to know one another better. Every question had been so basic and against what Karen desired, that she had to take matters into her own hands, thus, the sexually charged question.
Tracy said with a wide grin on her face, “The 69 position, as long as I’m on top.”
Her husband turned to her, a hurt expression on his face. “I thought you said you like when I’m on top. It’s what made the whole experience so
sexy. Those were your exact words.”
Tracy shrugged, unconcerned. “I do like it when you’re on top. But she asked about our favorite position and I like being on top best. It makes it easier to slide your cock in my mouth and make sure I can enhance your pleasure.”
Adam frowned, but said nothing. He turned to the rest of the group to give his own answer. “I think I have a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. It gives me a chance to watch her butt moving and if we can do it in front of the mirror, I can see her from the front at the same time.” He looked over at his wife, whose face burned with embarrassment.
The others laughed. “I love to bend a woman over,” Baxter said with a leer at Karen, who tittered with laughter.
“I like to be bent over,” she said. Her eyes travelled to where the man of her dreams sat cuddled up to Vanessa. She really couldn’t wait to hear what kind of kink he had to him. Maybe that would be the way to get him away from Vanessa. Offer to fulfill it. After all, she’d heard from Baxter just how boring in bed she was. Her boyfriend didn’t look like the type to just be into vanilla sex.
She licked her lips, eager for some sort of acknowledgment to her words.
Vanessa looked at him as well. Freyr smiled mysteriously. “I thoroughly enjoy all positions, but I am particularly fond of the positions that allow me to be face to face. There is something satisfying about watching the look in your woman’s eyes when she comes for you. As the man you know you have done your job right.”
All of his attention remained on Vanessa, who smiled knowingly. “At this point, I think I could go for anything,” she said.
Karen felt her face turning red with frustration. She was pissed her plans had been ruined. It seemed such a shame to waste such a beautiful specimen of a man. She glanced back at her own boyfriend, whose face seemed to match her level of frustration. Maybe it was time she start thinking about an upgrade. That one city councilman had been sniffing around her skirts lately, and she knew that he was very loose with his money when faced with a pretty face.
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Freyr lay in bed rubbing some of the discomfort from Vanessa’s lower back. He smiled. They were having twins. The ultrasound had revealed them, both beautiful already in the womb. Vanessa had been a little nonplus considering she lost her figure much sooner than she expected, but he was simply thrilled. It was double the life. He kissed skin at the nape of her neck. Soon, he should be able to feel the movements. She thought she had some fluttering, but wasn’t sure as this was the very first time she carried.
Freyr grimaced slightly as she shifted her hips against him. She had not told her parents yet. They were scheduled to meet her family in a few days for Thanksgiving at her parent’s home, but she couldn’t make herself get over the fear of telling her parents that she was in her second trimester. He had no idea how her family would react. They would have to know as soon as they saw her that she was pregnant. He thought a pregnancy should always be a joyful occasion and he couldn’t imagine anyone not feeling as he felt about the life they would bringing into this world. Her parents should feel the same. Still, she claimed she didn’t want to have to be the one to say anything until she truly had to.
He tried dealing with her fear the only way he knew how. He asked Vanessa to move in with him full time. It seemed natural. She was the mother of his child - children. He loved her and having her in his home would make everything perfect between them. Imagine his surprise when she started screaming at him only to turn around and cry about his controlling nature. He was truly concerned when his attempt to soothe her wasn’t working the way it should have. He honestly felt he’d tried everything he could, short of using his power on her, to get her to calm down.
It was strange dealing with Vanessa while she was anything other than calm. He didn’t remember Gerd being like this when she was pregnant with his oldest. Of course, it was centuries ago and he highly doubted that pregnancy went as well as she could be thinking. He had almost given up hope of living with his woman. He was pretty worried she would begin to hate him from the way she had screamed. But Vanessa did move in, when she’d calmed down enough to think things through and her hormones had calmed somewhat. He was glad. She spent most nights with him anyway, so it would have been a shame for her to keep a separate residence and have to pay bills she didn’t need.
Heavy banging sounded at his door, drawing him out of his thoughts. Freyr pressed the palm of his hand against Vanessa’s exposed ear, hoping to allow her time to rest and quieted her when it looked as if she would awaken again. He crawled out of bed, put on the bathrobe he kept in his chair and headed for the noise. He almost slammed the door shut once more but his guest, his very much unwanted guest, stuck his foot in the doorway to keep it open. “Skirnir.”
“Please, I know I’m the last being you want to see, but I must speak with you about Gerd. She’s found where you live.”
Freyr allowed the door to open a bit and glanced down at his former shield bearer. The man looked hideous with the rashes covering most of his body. Freyr could find no sympathy for him. “You have three minutes and you are not to touch anything.”
Skirnir shuffled into the room, taking in the glamorous setting. He opened his mouth to pay tribute to his master, but one look caused him to think twice. Freyr continued glaring. He really wanted this to be over so he could return to Vanessa’s side. He didn’t want her waking up and not finding him there, especially with the discomfort she’d been going through lately.
“I don’t have all night, Skirnir.”
“Your ex-wife arrived in Chicago three weeks ago with every intention of reconciling with you. Since you were known to be out of town, she used the time to search for this Vanessa you’ve been in contact with.”
Freyr glanced toward the bedroom where she slept, worried, though he knew that Gerd was not near to her enough to cause harm to him and his. And as long as she didn’t know about the babies, Vanessa should be safe.
But again, should be was the operative word. Vanessa was showing and Gerd’s jealousy would never allow for another woman to carry his offspring. He had to figure out what he was going to do and it had to be soon. “You said she has found me?”
The servant nodded. “She turned her attention to you when she found your woman changed addresses. I thought it best to come to you before she arrived.”
Freyr pointed toward a pad of paper and the pen on his coffee table. “Write down your contact information. You are to continue watching Gerd and inform me of her intentions. I will have need of you to protect Vanessa.” Freyr took a moment to think. Now that the cogs of his mind were moving he had another idea. “I want my sword returned to me. It will be a real start in your redemption.”
Having his sword would definitely ensure he could protect Vanessa from Gerd. There wasn’t a weapon powerful enough to cut down an immortal other than one obtained from Asgard. Considering what he was going through, he figured no one would blame him if he had to kill the giantess. The sound of shuffling pulled him from his thoughts. “Freyr?” he heard her soft voice say from the hallway. Both men turned just as Vanessa stepped into the room.
Freyr moved to intercept her before she could see Skirnir’s appearance. “You should be sleeping. Our children need rest.” Vanessa huffed in irritation, letting Freyr know she did not appreciate his treatment of her. He sighed, guiding her to the plush sofa where she could rest her feet before they swelled.
All of Skirnir’s attention was on Vanessa, especially her obvious addition. He finally met with Freyr’s guarded gaze. Skirnir bowed his head in submission, understanding just how serious this situation would be. Freyr expected his former servant would be able to keep his mouth shut about this, because this was one situation Freyr refused to be calm about. His silent message must have translated the way he wanted. Skirnir gave another bow and said, “You have my loyalty to your cause. I will take my leave, my lord.” He made haste to follow his master’s orders. Now, he would not be able to fail, for the sak
e of Freyr’s growing little ones.
“What cause?” Vanessa asked when the unnamed man with the red face left.
Freyr knelt before her, wrapping his arms around her body. She felt her lover’s face nuzzling into her stomach, something she still thought pretty weird even knowing the reason why he felt he had to. His closed eyes hid his thoughts in the quiet of the room. Vanessa allowed him his distraction, knowing he’d say what was on his mind later. But she could admit to herself she was a little nervous by his behavior. And the man who had just left, Freyr didn’t seem all that comfortable with the man. She really hoped Freyr didn’t think he could hide information from her. She would really hate to have to lay a whooping on him while she was pregnant.
A sharp movement thumped against Freyr’s face pressed against the womb. He jumped back, more surprised than hurt. Vanessa smiled, rubbing her belly. “I guess someone got tired of waiting for you to speak.”
Freyr shouted for joy. His babies kicked. They moved for him. He forgot all about the possible trouble Gerd would cause in his joy. He set his hands back on his woman’s stomach, lovingly caressing her. “I cannot wait to meet you, my darling little ones,” he said.
Vanessa laughed. They had plenty of time before any of that would happen. But she wasn’t about to ruin his enjoyment over a technicality. Together they returned to bed. For the rest of the night they held one another, safe in the knowledge that they were still together and happy. Even better, they felt secure in the knowledge that the twins were growing beautifully.