by Logan Jacobs
My balls tensed, and my cock pulsated as I held her in place and filled her with my seed. I let out a guttural yell, and Eira cried out as her pussy fluttered around me.
The feeling of our combined pleasures was nearly too much to handle, and after I finished coming, I stayed where I was deep inside of Eira’s tight tunnel while I caught my breath.
It took a few minutes for me to be able to breathe normally again, but once I caught my breath, I slowly pulled out of Eira and watched as my cum seeped out of her swollen pussy lips.
“Mmmm, fuck,” I growled. “That’s so sexy.”
“How about this?” Eira asked, and she pulled her fingers from Kas’ pussy and placed them in her mouth.
My cock jumped in response, even though it was worn out at that moment.
“That’s sexy, too,” I laughed.
“I figured you’d think so,” she chuckled.
“I definitely do.” I smiled. “Thanks for joining us.”
“Yeah,” Kas said breathlessly, and she lazily opened one eye to look at me and smile. “That was wonderful.”
“I’m glad you had a good time,” I said with a small shake of my head. “We should really get some sleep, though. We need to meet the dwarf dealers tomorrow.”
“Right,” Eira sighed and shook her head. “Those bastards.”
“We’ll get them,” I assured her.
“Oh, I know,” she said before she looked over at Svass, and a small smile tugged on the corners of her lips. “I just think about the dragons you have here and how awful captivity would be for them.”
“Yeah.” Kas nodded and sat up so she could look across the fire at Asta and the sleeping dragons. “Thankfully, none of them have had to go through that, but it breaks my heart to think about.”
“Especially when I think of all the dragons who are still in the trade.” Eira shook her head.
“We’re going to get them all,” I said with a reassuring smile, and I reached out to touch each of them on the arm.
“I know.” Kas smiled back and put her hand over mine.
“Fuck, yes, we will,” Eira said, and her determined green eyes sparkled in the firelight.
The girls and I finally untangled ourselves, and then we got dressed and curled up with Asta and the dragons.
I was in the middle, with Kas next to me on my left side, Blar in between the two of us, and Eira behind Kas with Svass nestled in both Kas and Eira’s hair. Kas laid her arm across my chest and curled up next to me while Eira chose to lay flat on her back and put one arm behind her head.
On my right was Asta. The white-haired elf girl slept in the fetal position, and Inger was curled up against her stomach, safely nestled against her warm body.
Uffe, who liked his space, was curled up at our feet, and after a few moments, I felt him gently place his head on my foot and let out a little sigh.
The girls became still around me, and I listened to the calm sound of their breathing and the crackle of the fire next to me as I stared up at the thousands of stars in the sky.
Tomorrow morning, we’d head to a meeting spot in this very field so we could take the place of some dragon dealers who were supposed to be meeting with these dwarves. The only other dwarf I’d ever met was the one who’d created my weapon. He’d also made Asta and Kas’ weapons, and he’d been kind for the most part, though he was clearly irritated when we’d shown up in his shop unannounced. I didn’t blame him for that, though, since the portal landed us right in the middle of the little creature’s work space.
After meeting him, I couldn’t imagine dwarves being cruel enough to be part of the dragon trade, but it seemed I was mistaken.
The more I found out about the dragon trade, the more I realized all kinds of people and creatures were capable of absolute evil. There seemed to be no end to the reach the dragon trade had, and I could only hope I could put an end to it before too many more dragons needed to suffer.
My team and I had already freed so many, but it never felt like enough, not when I knew there were more out there.
I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes.
We’d free the dragons, every last one of them, no matter what it took.
The next morning, I woke when the world was still cast in darkness.
The fire had diminished during the night, so I got up and put some fresh wood on it before I grabbed one of Kas’ books and fanned it a few times to get the flames going again.
After the fire was roaring once more, I heard a small yawn, and I looked over to see Blar getting up from our bed. He stretched and shook himself off, and then he proceeded to walk on top of Kas’ arm instead of going around it to get to me.
“You are so rude,” I chuckled softly, but the little blue dragon just came to sit by my feet and yawned again.
Then he looked up at me with round blue eyes that pleaded for breakfast.
“Alright, alright,” I said. “I’ll make you food.”
I retrieved some supplies from the cart so I could get to work on our meal, and by the time I made it back to the fire, the girls were waking up, too.
Asta stretched and sat up. Her long white hair was somehow immaculate, and she smacked her lips a couple of times and then smiled at me.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning,” I said with a smile. “You look lovely.”
“Oh, thank you.” Asta blushed but then noticed I had supplies out for breakfast. “Would you like me to make tea?”
“That’d be great,” I told her.
“Mmm, yes, tea sounds wonderful,” Kas yawned, and she sat up next to Asta. The Valkyrie’s hair was more wild than usual, partly from our lovemaking the night before, and partly from sleep.
I stifled a laugh at Kas’ untamed hair, but the strawberry-blonde saw me, and she flashed me a glare before she combed the unruly mane out with her fingers.
“What’s for breakfast?” Eira asked as she got up, walked over to the fire, and sat down.
The redhead seemed incredibly well put together after a night of sleep, and unlike the other girls, she didn’t yawn or stretch at all. She was wide awake and ready to go, which I figured was a trait she got from being a warrior for so long. I could only imagine there were times where she had to get up early in enemy territory, or while traveling to battle. Get up and go, that was the warrior’s motto.
“Some smoked meat, bread, and baked apples,” I said. “Just something easy since we’ll need to get going soon.”
“Oh, yes, that sounds easy,” Eira chuckled and shook her head.
“It’s not difficult,” I laughed. “But we do need to go over our plan while we eat.”
“I like that idea.” The redhead nodded. “What’s the plan for today?”
“Well, I was thinking about the dwarves,” I said. “They can see through disguises, right?”
“Right.” Asta nodded.
“That’s what I’ve heard as well,” Eira agreed.
“So, we won’t be able to disguise ourselves like we did yesterday,” I explained. “We’ll need to try and make them feel comfortable, which means we’ll have to act like we’re dragon trade dealers. Can you all do it?”
“Mmm.” Asta pursed her lips. “That will be hard, but I will do it for the sake of the dragons. I want them to be safe, and this is the best way, right?”
“Yes.” I smiled at the elf girl. She was the one I’d been the most concerned about, so it was nice to hear her say she could handle it.
“It’s all we can do right now,” Eira said with a grave and determined expression. “We need to catch these bastards.”
“Right,” I said. “We’ll all need to keep our cool and try to make sure we don’t let our disgust show.”
“Easier said than done,” Eira mumbled before she took a deep breath and looked at me. “But I think I can manage.”
“Do you think they’ll be disguised?” Kas asked.
“I was thinking so.” I nodded and looked at Asta. “You said dwar
ves often disguise themselves to appear larger than they are, right?”
“That’s right.” Asta nodded.
“What if we hid instead of trying to make it seem like we’re the new dealers?” Eira suggested.
“Oh, that might be a good idea,” Kas said, and her curls bobbed as she nodded.
“Then, if we need to attack, we’ll have the element of surprise on our side,” the redhead added.
“Alright,” I agreed. “We also don’t have to try and act like we’re on their side if we hide.”
“Oh, whew,” Asta sighed. “That was going to be so hard.”
“If they do have enchantments on, can you remove them?” I asked Kas.
“I’m sure I could.” She nodded. “But it would take me a minute, especially if there are a lot of them.”
“I’m guessing five or six,” I said. “Once we get the cart set up, you let us know where you need to be to undo the disguises, and we’ll make sure to keep you hidden during the fight.”
“I should be able to do it from inside the cart,” Kas said. “I was looking at spells to improve our new mode of transportation, and I found one that will allow me to see out from inside.”
“You can create a magic window?” Eira asked.
“Essentially.” Kas nodded. “Though it will only be visible from the inside.”
“That would be great,” I said. “It will probably be best if you’re in the cart, so you’ll be less likely to be interrupted during the fight.”
“Okay,” the strawberry-blonde said. “I’ll try and work as quickly as possible.”
“I appreciate that,” I told her. “And I don’t think it will be too hard to lure them to us since we have the dealers’ cart.”
“Right,” Eira agreed. “Once they get close enough to realize nobody’s out there, it will already be too late.”
“Exactly.” I grinned.
Blar rolled over at my feet, sighed, and looked at the fire where I had our breakfast warming up. Then he glanced back at me so he could bat his blue eyes pitifully.
“Yes,” I told him with a shake of my head. “Breakfast is nearly done.”
He licked his lips and stared longingly at the food over the flames.
“You really can’t blame him for being hungry all the time,” Kas chuckled. “He’s gotten so big in such a short time.”
“I know.” I smiled. “He’s growing like crazy. Inger and Uffe, too.”
“Yeah, I suppose they are already nearly double the size they were when they hatched.” Kas frowned. “They’re growing so fast.”
“That’s good,” Eira laughed. “Aren’t they supposed to grow quickly?”
“Actually, I’m not sure.” Kas shrugged. “I don’t know a whole lot about dragons. All of this is pretty new to us.”
“Hm.” Eira pursed her lips. “I guess you’re right. I just figured since they get to be so large they would grow really quickly, but I wonder how long it takes for them to reach their adult size?”
“Asta?” I asked. “Do you have any idea?”
“I think it’s about two years,” the white-haired elf girl said. “They’ll be huge within a year, though. At least, Inger, Uffe, and Svass will be. I’m not sure about Blar since he’s not from Alfheim.”
“I wish we could figure out where he’s from,” Kas said, and a worry line appeared on her forehead. “He looks so different from any of the other dragons we’ve encountered.”
“He looks kind of like Nidhug,” Asta pointed out.
“Right,” I agreed. “But none of us know Nidhug’s origins, either. He’s so ancient, I doubt anybody knows.”
“Why don’t you ask him next time we see him?” Asta suggested.
“I can try,” I laughed. “But he constantly speaks in riddles, so I doubt he will tell me.”
“That’s a good point,” the elf girl giggled.
“It’s incredible to think you all have met Nidhug.” Eira shook her head. “He is a creature of legends.”
“Oh, right, you joined us after we saw him last,” Asta said with a frown. “Maybe you’ll be here next time.”
“Oh, I definitely will be,” the redhead said with a grin. “I told you all, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“I think it’s admirable you’re willing to give up your position for the time being in order to assist us,” Kas told her sincerely.
“Of course.” Eira nodded. “Like I said before, this is the most important mission I’ve ever been on.”
“This is the only mission I’ve ever been on,” Kas laughed.
“You got a good one for your first time, then.” Eira smirked.
Breakfast was ready, so I dished up bowls and set them out for the little dragons. I placed Uffe and Svass’ bowls on one side of me and put Inger and Blar’s on the other. This way, the new little dragon wouldn’t be intimidated by how violently Blar and Inger devoured their food, though she seemed to devour hers the same way.
Once the dragons were eating, I dished up bowls for the girls and handed them out. The meal was nothing special, but it was tasty, and I enjoyed each bite as I watched as the very beginning signs of dawn appeared on the horizon. There was a lightening of the dark-blue of night, and I knew we needed to leave soon to make it to the meeting place on time.
I made sure to eat quickly, and after I was done, I gathered up the horse-like animals from where they were grazing in the field and attached them to the cart once more. They really were beautiful. One was a dark-brown color with a deep black horn protruding from its head, a black mane and tail, and vibrant green eyes. The other was a pale-yellow color with a rust-colored horn, mane, and tail, and eyes to match. They were docile and well-trained, and they didn’t seem to mind at all that we’d killed their other masters and now kept them for ourselves.
Once they were attached to the cart, I quickly packed up our blankets and supplies as the girls finished eating.
“Ready?” I asked once the cart was all set.
“Ready.” Eira nodded as she chewed the last bit of her breakfast.
“Yes, let’s go,” Kas said, and she stood up and gathered everyone’s bowls.
Instead of rinsing them like usual, the strawberry-blonde just put them in the back of the cart and climbed up to the bench at the front.
We needed to get to the meeting spot before the dwarves arrived so we could make sure we were in position. The elves we’d taken down the day before had said the dwarves liked to meet just before the sun completely rose so the likelihood of someone seeing them was slim.
The likelihood of being seen in the field was slim in the first place, but I understood their caution. The dragon trade was incredibly profitable for these men, but also extremely dangerous. The Elf King had to keep up appearances, and I wouldn’t put it past him to throw someone in his dungeon, or even kill them just to set an example.
After all, he’d thrown Asta in his dungeon simply for stealing a bit of food, and that thought made my body tense as I drove the cart toward the meeting spot. I couldn’t believe the Elf King could be so cruel to his citizens.
As much as I felt Odin had made a grave mistake when it came to banishing the dragons, overall, I didn’t think he was a poor ruler. Asgardian citizens didn’t go hungry, and if there was an issue, they could take it to the council for help.
Of course, there were tribes who went against Odin, and the warbands would take them out, but they were few and far between.
Most of the citizens of Asgard were happy with how things were, myself included. We had a bustling marketplace where anyone could sell their wares, use of the Bifrost to visit other realms as long as we agreed to some conditions, and we were able to hunt or fish anywhere we pleased. I’d never heard of an Asgardian citizen going hungry like Asta had in Alfheim.
Before I’d met her and traveled to other realms, I hadn’t realized just how much of a utopia Asgard seemed to be compared to the other realms.
Then again, Vanaheim was probably
the closest one could get to an actual utopia since the gods there made the place so incredibly euphoric, but I didn’t want to go back there ever again, no matter how wonderful it felt. I hadn’t been able to do anything but lay in the grass and stare up at the sky for hours on end while the girls danced naked in the field.
Aside from that, we’d nearly gotten trapped there since we were so unaware of what was going on that the portal had started to close without us even noticing. Blar hadn’t figured out how to teleport at that time, and while the girls and I were intoxicated from the Vanaheim air, the little dragons had been stuffing their faces with magic berries. Luckily, Blar woke me up just in time for me to get us back through the portal, but he definitely waited until the very last second so he could get as many berries as possible.
The sun had nearly risen as we made it to the spot in the field we’d met the dealers the day before, and once we were in the right area, I parked the cart and scanned our surroundings for places to hide.
The grass in the area had been flattened from the many meetings that obviously took place there, so there wasn’t any grass directly beside the cart to hide behind, but that was probably better since we were trying to lure the dwarves as close as possible.
“I think we can hide in the grass,” I said. “Kas can be in the cart while the rest of us take cover and wait for our chance to strike.”
“I think that’s a good plan.” Eira nodded. “It shouldn’t be an issue to get them close if there’s nobody out in the open. They’ll probably just assume the dealers are in the cart.”
“Exactly,” I agreed. “We’ll just have to be careful not to be spotted in the grass.”
“We can stuff some of the grass in our hair,” Asta suggested. “That way they won’t be able to see the top of our heads.”
“Normally, I’d offer to hide you with a spell.” Kas pursed her lips. “But that won’t work this time.”
“No, it won’t,” I sighed and turned to Asta. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, good,” the white-haired elf girl said, and she pulled her blade from her hip and cut a few pieces of grass nearby so she could push them into the braids she wore. Then she walked over to the grass and ducked down. “Can you see me?”