by Jamie Knight
But she would always be my little sister.
Chapter Six - Ragnar
The rules were clear. There was to be no smoking or drinking within the Sanctuary.
It was quite like church in that respect, minus the wine. One of many lessons we’d learned the hard way. There were no rules about doing it outside though, in terms of either a church or the recording studio.
Sven, Stig and Varg smoked, drank and were merry, out in the parking lot, amid the picturesque industrial view. They’d hit it off over their shared love of toxic substances and were sharing quite admirably.
My addictions were of a different nature, the blue light illuminating my face as I scrolled. I hadn’t even gotten up from behind my drums. My other, more recent addiction was also in full swing.
I’d never heard of Asgard Fine Jewelry, which was a surprise, my sponsored results tending to throw up anything even vaguely Scandinavian. From the Iceland Foods supermarket chain in Britain to Viking River Cruises. But when I searched Stephanie’s full name, it was the first thing that came up.
How many Olga Stephanie Morrises could there be in the greater Seattle area?
It was almost a dead certainty that it was her.
The photo on the staff pages only confirmed it. She looked so serious in the snap. Formal clothes, no smile, looking into the distance like she was looking through the camera.
I couldn’t fault her for it. I kind of hated having my picture taken, truthfully, which could be a bit of a bummer when it came to promoting the band, even before we signed with Suspicious Activity.
A lot of the stuff on the site was really nice, which was mostly down to Stephanie, who had been the artistic director for the past six years. On an impulse I bought a bunch of it. Partly through genuine appreciation, but also in a crazy attempt to connect with her.
“Hey, man.”
“Oh, hey,” I said, shoving the phone hastily into my pocket.
Seth probably thought I was watching porn or something, but that would be less embarrassing than my actual secret.
“I think we’re done for the day. Sven’s going to mix the tracks and put them with the others. We’re getting near the end. One of the advantages of recording live, off the floor, yeah?”
“Nice to know the practice didn’t go to waste.”
“Not at all, this may well be the fastest album we’ve ever recorded, which is in no way a bad thing. You guys are impressive as fuck.”
I tried not to blush, there was a hardcore reputation to keep up after all, but I couldn’t help but feel flattered. It really was high praise coming from him. I was only glad we could live up to his standards. From the beginning, we did the best we could to be as good as we could.
Our first gig was at a local dance in a barn for 300 Krone. 100 each, it seemed like a fortune at the time, after so long of playing in basements and garages, trying to get our sound down. The partygoers didn’t know quite what to make of us, but no one threw anything, and we still got paid, so we called it a win.
“I heard you were chatting with Stephanie, at the wedding.”
“Um, yeah.”
He knew, of course he did. He was Stephanie’s brother-in-law. Jonna probably saw us together and told him. Or maybe he saw us and was keeping it quiet until it came up. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt I could trust him not to tell the others.
“Want me to let her know about the gig tonight?
“Um, yeah, sure,” I said, trying my best to sound casual.
I was pure jelly on the inside, quivering with both terror and anticipation at the potential of seeing Stephanie again. Not only was it sooner than I ever dreamed, but at a show, nowhere to hide there.
I wasn’t going to ignore her if we happened to cross paths, but there was no way to know what damage it might do to my reputation, not only with Stig and Varg but our fans.
We hadn’t been in America long but were still averaging 500 fans per show we played. There were local Seattle bands opening for us. It didn’t make us too popular with other bands who had been working the area for years, but we did our best to do something different.
One of the critics back home actually accused us of using black magic or something to attract crowds to our gigs. Like 21st century Pied Pipers.
We made sure to send him an invite to every show we played, so he might have a clue what he was talking about. He never came, so at least he was immune to our alleged charms.
“Do you think your girlfriend will be at the gig?” Varg teased, as we went to the van.
“There is no girl.”
“Is it a guy? You’re clearly hung up on someone, and I’m guessing it’s that girl Stig saw you with. There was the way you disappeared from the wedding, not to mention nearly being late.”
“I wasn’t, though.”
“No, you weren’t, all thanks to daddy Seth. Whoever it was must have been really hot.”
Yes, she was, though I wasn’t about to say so, maintaining denial and aversion as my primary tactic.
The recording session has gone long enough that there wouldn’t be any down time. It was sound-check and then on, giving Varg less of a chance to get smashed beforehand. That could only be a good thing because there were no openers that night. It was all us. We owned the stage.
The bartender and bouncers came out to meet us as. Never a good sign. I tried to read their faces but got nowhere. Their expressions might as well have been carved out of rock, as well as their bodies.
Even the bartender was built. It was clear if they were out for trouble, we were in for a real fight. We didn’t look like much, which was one of our main advantages.
“I’ll do the talking, cover me,” I said, Varg and Stig looking as concerned as I felt.
“What’s up, guys?”
“We’d just thought we’d help you in with your gear,” the bartender said, taking the lead.
“Oh, cool thanks.”
True to his word, the bartender and the bouncers hauled all our gear into the venue. Most places had their own PA system, so at least they were spared that, but Varg had bought himself a pretty gnarly Marshall stack, and the amps had to be distributed between two of the bouncers.
“Do you think Seth called ahead?” Varg asked.
“Wouldn’t put it past him.”
“I could get used to this,” Stig said, with a goofy grin.
The stage was set in no time, the bar crew really knowing what they were doing. Within minutes of getting into the club, we ready to go through sound-check, not a moment too soon.
Every time the door opened; I would look to see if it was Stephanie. The first two arrivals were Seth and then Sven, with regular patrons after that. I wondered for a second where Jonna was, but she was likely home with Casey.
Seth wasn’t nearly irresponsible enough to bring an infant to a metal show. The decibels alone could be traumatizing. Suddenly reminded, I put my earplugs in, and gestured for Stig to do the same.
I kept watching, waiting hoping, feeling like a lovesick idiot, until it was clear, Stephanie wasn’t there. It was showtime, and I had to get my mind on the job. With a deep breath, I counted us in for “Northern Winds.”
It all came out on the kit. Everything I was feeling, creating a raw, primal sound unlike anything I’d done before. Stig and Varg actually had a bit of trouble keeping up, darting back confused glances as I channeled the pain.
It shouldn’t have hurt. I’d only met her once. We’d had sex twice. If only that was all of it. I might have been able to handle things better, but she and I both knew it wasn’t.
Whatever force had brought us together and made the spark of connection, was being channeled through me, and wrought on my unsuspecting drum kit.
“Fuck man, did you eat your spinach or what?” Varg asked when “Ragnarök” had come to its conclusion.
“What?” I asked, taking out my earplugs.
“What the fuck was that?’ Stig clarified.
“I don’t know what you me
an.”
“Tell that to your floor tom.”
I looked where Varg was pointing, finally noticing the hole punched through the head on my floor tom.
“I’ve got replacements.”
“Not the point, dude,” Stig said, being the voice of reason.
“What is the point?” I asked, getting sick of their shit.
“The point is, why the hell were you holding out on us?”
“Holding out on you?”
“Fuck yeah, man, that was awesome. I thought maybe the earth was going to crack open and swallow us. Where did you find that kind of force?” Varg inquired.
“Dunno, I was, channeling my emotions, I guess.”
“Well, do it more,” Stig said, “well gladly play for the new drum-heads.”
We tore down our gear and loaded it up, and I got a new head on my floor tom. I’d changed almost as many drumheads as I’d had hot dinners, so it was no big thing. Simpler than changing the tire on a car, when you had the right tools, which I just so happened to.
Once the new head properly installed, I headed in and made my way to the bar to see what kind of sodas the bar had.
“Hey, sorry I was late.”
My heart pounded and my ears rang. I couldn’t believe she was actually there. It must be some kind of trick or illusion. Yet, when I turned, there she was. Looking sexy as all get out, with her curves on full display for me.
“You like?” she asked, flashing a little turn, giving a generous view of her sweet, sexy ass, which looked even more gorgeous in the jeans she had on.
“Definitely.”
“My car is outside, if you want to get out of here,” she offered, eyes glimmering hopefully.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. “Fuck yes.”
Chapter Seven - Stephanie
We were barely through the door.
Much like the first time, if not the second.
Still, we managed to get a bit further.
Ragnar steered me toward the couch as we kissed passionately, the bedroom seeming a bit too far away.
“Oop!”
Ragnar caught me before I could hit the floor, swooping me into his arms like a big, strong action hero. We continued our tongue wrestling bout as he took a seat on the couch, shifting me in his embrace, so I was straddling him.
I could feel the rigid warmth of his hard cock pressing against my pussy, making me even more excited.
Slithering my way down him, I ended up on my knees between his knees trying, and mostly succeeding, to get his pants undone. With only a bit of trouble, I was soon stroking his beautiful shaft in both hands.
I needed to taste him. It was an urge I’d had since the club but had tried to keep suppressed until I could indulge. There was no way to resist any longer. Especially not with his gorgeous cock softly pulsing in my hands.
Licks first. As urgent as my need was, I knew I had to take it slow. Get used to having quite so much cock in my mouth all at once. I still marveled at the sheer majesty of it, part of me still not quite able to believe it was actually happening.
He moaned softly as I licked, swirling my hungry tongue around his tasty head. The sound urging me down to even greater depths, swallowing the entire head.
He sweetly stroked my hair as I paused, waiting for my throat to open, so I could take more. I wanted it all, even though I knew that wasn’t really possible.
Finally, my gag reflex relented, and I was off, caressing my lips further down his shaft that I ever really though I could, swallowing a little more than half his full length.
Ragnar reached down and squeezed my hands, which I’d pressed against his thighs.
Easing up a bit, to give myself more room, I started to bob my head, slowly at first, but then faster with each suck, building up a good, steady rhythm. Similar to the one he’d used to fuck me that beautiful morning we’d woken up together.
His enormous cock pumped inside me, my sweet lover doing everything he could not to hurt me.
In my experience, what people did was far more indicative than what they said. Seth had shown me his true colors by being a great husband, excellent father and model brother-in-law. What they got up to in the bedroom was their own business.
Despite only having met him, I knew I could trust Ragnar. Passionate fucking wasn’t exactly the sort of trust exercise I tended to indulge in, but one he’d passed with flying colors just the same. He could do anything to me, and I would welcome it.
He was about to cum. The tension had come to both his shaft and balls as he got ready to release his load. I eased up on his cock, to make more room in my mouth, and sucked hard, waiting for his delicious load.
He flooded my mouth with tasty cum, controlling the flow by holding his cock at the base, giving me three smaller floods rather than one big one, which was greatly appreciated.
I came up for air, still stroking his cock, and Ragnar lifted me into another soft, passionate kiss.
“Your turn,” he said.
Before I even had time to respond, I was on the couch, with Ragnar undressing me. Jacket first, then shoes, followed closely by the shirt. I hadn’t worn a bra that night, hoping I might get some action.
It was a decision Ragnar seemed to greatly appreciate, going straight for my chest, alternating between my hard, pink nipples like a hungry baby. Pleasure rippled through me and I thought I might actually cum from the breast play alone.
Before I could, however, Ragnar started to head south. Planting a row of soft, wet kisses along my belly making my pussy quiver with anticipation.
Unbuttoning the jeans, he worked down the zipper, as his mouth made its way closer to my pelvis. A very nice sample of what was to come.
I lifted slightly to ease the way as he pulled my jeans down past my hips, getting to my thighs.
They were so tight I was glad for the help, unconvinced I could have gotten them off without assistance. I didn’t know how Jonna did it before she met Seth.
My pants off, there was just the small matter of my panties to contend with. An obstacle Ragnar surpassed quickly and with little upset.
I let out a deep breath to try and relax. It was all just so exciting. Laying all naked and prone under Ragnar as he got ready to work his magic.
Unexpectedly, he started at my knees, easing my legs open even farther, taking a moment to gaze at my excited little pussy, before planting the first kiss on my lower thigh.
This was followed by many more loving little kisses, tracing up my inner thigh, leaving goosebumps on my skin and promising an even greater pleasure to come.
“Oh!” I gasped, as his gentle tongue made first contact with my pussy.
Taking his time, he licked all around the outside, in long, loving laps, getting me used to the idea and helping me relax before caressing his sweet soft tongue right up the middle, taking the time to swirl it right on my hard little clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned helplessly.
Picking up speed, he notched up the intensity, perfectly devouring my tender pussy, making me wail loudly and without embarrassment.
I’d never made much noise during sex before. For some reason I thought it was rude. There were no such considerations with Ragnar, everything he did bringing out sounds of pure passion. Like I was afraid I might burn up if I held them in.
Ragnar wetted a finger, introducing it into the equation, bringing things to a whole new level of wonderful.
I was getting dangerously close to orgasm when he eased up, deftly fingering me the rest of the way, tenderly cupping my pussy as I started to cum.
Pleasure rippled through me like an earthquake. Reaching the peak of my orgasm, my entire body relaxed, sinking further into his nice leather couch.
His apartment in general wasn’t quite what I’d been expecting. It was probably my own prejudice talking, but I’d expected it to be a lot scarier. Gruesome posters and replica weapons everywhere, my parent’s claims no doubt influencing the image.
It wasn’t even that messy.
Nary a pizza box or beer bottle to be seen. If anything, the place was minimalist and efficient, sparsely furnished with modern items, not a thing out of place.
Even his record collection looked orderly. A few choice CDs on a shelf under where the player sat. Honestly, I was a bit surprised it wasn’t either all digital or vinyl, but Ragnar really did seem to dance to the beat of his own drummer. Himself, I would expect.
“Turn over,” he said, mildly.
I obeyed immediately, getting up onto all fours, my pussy and ass on full display. While still nervous, I no longer much minded which one he thought best to fill with his beautiful cock. Anything really was a blessing I was happy to receive.
He seemed to share my concerns regarding potential pain from the road less traveled and stroked the truly impressive head of his absolutely wonderful cock against my pussy.
Getting me nice and warmed up, he eased the head between my silken, pink folds drawing a gasp of pure pleasure from deep within me.
Pushing in a little further, far enough to feel it, but not nearly far enough to hurt, Ragnar took me lightly by the hips and started to pump.
Working his monster cock inside me, he brought me to levels of pleasure I’d never felt before. At least not before meeting him, an event I thanked the heavens for every waking moment.
“Oh, yes,” I whimpered, nearly crying tears of joy, “harder, please.”
Pushing in a little further, to help with the leverage, he picked up speed, his pelvis slapping softly against my ass.
It was as hard as he’d ever fucked me before, though I still got the feeling he was holding back on me. Something that only endeared him to me even more, putting my comfort and joy ahead of his urges.
Though considering how much he came every time, not to mention how hard he got, often before his pants came off, I got the impression he enjoyed our sexy sessions as much as I did.
It was an oversight. An honest mistake really. We both got so caught up in the moment that neither of us particularly noticed when he was about to unleash his mighty torrent. Usually, he would have gotten it into my mouth, letting me taste his sweetness.