white-haired fiend to humiliate him at training. He smiled to himself. He’d known there was something going on between him and the gorgeou s amber smith. Two men together - how disgusting and perverted. The way they’d pressed their bodies against each other like that, their cocks must have rubbed up against each other ... Styrkar had to stop and lea n on a tree to catch his breath as he was panting thinking about the scene he’d witnessed. He must have been walking too fast. How long was it since he’d fucked a woman? He must get one right now.
* * *
“Where’s my daddy?” Halldora waved Dalla’s little arm as she sat holding her in the largest chair. Mildrith had to sit on the bench.
Lini laughed. “He’s asleep. He was so tired he fell asleep in the bushes.”
The women laughed.
“He’s hopeless sometimes,” said Mildrith. “Let’s leave him there.”
“Can your aunt or cousins come round and help you with Dalla tonight? You both need a break.”
“I’ll ask,” said Halldora. “I know them.”
Lini smiled to himself. He’d known his wife would take charge of organising.
* * *
Later that night, when Lini and Halldora had gone and Kjartan's wife and daughter were asleep, he stumbled out to the shelter in the woods to meet Lini, and they kissed for a long time, enjoying rediscovering the taste and feel of each other, undressing and pulling the bearskin covers over them.
“I need sleep, tregul , I’m sorry.” Kjartan snuggled down, wrapping his arms round Lini’s lean body. The amber smith couldn’t sleep , however, his erection prodding at his lover’s leg after so many weeks of frustration, b ut he’d have to wait a bit longer.
When they woke, birds sang exultantly and the dawn sunlight peeped through the gaps in the branches.
“Morning.” Lini leant over as the frost blue eyes fluttered open. Kjartan instinctively pulled him into an embrace before he was properly awake. It was only when Lini started making strangled noises he realised he was holding him too tightly.
“You’ll be the death of me one day,” Lini gasped, smiling and trying to catch his breath at the same time. They gazed at each other admiringly.
“I’ve - missed you - so much,” Lini said between kissing his mouth, neck, collarbone .
“So I see. Or feel.” He grabbed his lover’s cock, making him jump and bite him on the shoulder. He seized Lini’s hair, pulling his face closer, kissing him, thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, their naked bodies pushing urgently against each other, sticking together with sweat.
Kjartan slowly rolled them over so he was on top, still kissing Lini, pinning him down, pushing his cock against him, trying not t o thrust but it was difficult, h is hand caressing Lini’s hip, moving round his buttock, squeezing the muscle.
Lini stopped kissing him for a minute.
“What?” The pale blue eyes opened, gazing into his.
“You want to fuck me like I’m a woman.” Lini tensed slightly, breath coming in gasps.
“We could try it. You’ll like it.” Memories of the slave’s arousing groans echoed in Kjartan’s mind. He wanted to make Lini feel like that. “It’ll feel good for both, not just me.”
“But what about afterwards? You’ll just cast me aside.” He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes serious, nervous. “Like a woman or slave or prisoner, worth nothing.”
“Of course I won’t!”
“If people found out I’d taken the woman’s part …” He shrugged, making his chest and abdominal muscles ripple down their long tanned length.
Kjartan gulped. “Well, they won’t!” he snapped, more fiercely than he meant to. “I’ll never tell them!”
“So you’re ashamed of me?”
“No! I just - want you.” He stroked his lover’s hip again, down over his thigh to his balls, teasing them with a light touch.
“Very well.” Lini gave a small smile.
Kjartan took a tallow candle from its holder.
“Where are you
* * *
“Where’s my daddy?” Halldora waved Dalla’s little arm as she sat holding her in the largest chair. Mildrith had to sit on the bench.
Lini laughed. “He’s asleep. He was so tired he fell asleep in the bushes.”
The women laughed.
“He’s hopeless sometimes,” said Mildrith. “Let’s leave him there.”
“Can your aunt or cousins come round and help you with Dalla tonight? You both need a break.”
“I’ll ask,” said Halldora. “I know them.”
Lini smiled to himself. He’d known his wife would take charge of organising.
* * *
Later that night, when Lini and Halldora had gone and Kjartan's wife and daughter were asleep, he stumbled out to the shelter in the woods to meet Lini, and they kissed for a long time, enjoying rediscovering the taste and feel of each other, undressing and pulling the bearskin covers over them.
“I need sleep, tregul , I’m sorry.” Kjartan snuggled down, wrapping his arms round Lini’s lean body. The amber smith couldn’t sleep , however, his erection prodding at his lover’s leg after so many weeks of frustration, b ut he’d have to wait a bit longer.
When they woke, birds sang exultantly and the dawn sunlight peeped through the gaps in the branches.
“Morning.” Lini leant over as the frost blue eyes fluttered open. Kjartan instinctively pulled him into an embrace before he was properly awake. It was only when Lini started making strangled noises he realised he was holding him too tightly.
“You’ll be the death of me one day,” Lini gasped, smiling and trying to catch his breath at the same time. They gazed at each other admiringly.
“I’ve - missed you - so much,” Lini said between kissing his mouth, neck, collarbone .
“So I see. Or feel.” He grabbed his lover’s cock, making him jump and bite him on the shoulder. He seized Lini’s hair, pulling his face closer, kissing him, thrusting his tongue deep into his mouth, their naked bodies pushing urgently against each other, sticking together with sweat.
Kjartan slowly rolled them over so he was on top, still kissing Lini, pinning him down, pushing his cock against him, trying not t o thrust but it was difficult, h is hand caressing Lini’s hip, moving round his buttock, squeezing the muscle.
Lini stopped kissing him for a minute.
“What?” The pale blue eyes opened, gazing into his.
“You want to fuck me like I’m a woman.” Lini tensed slightly, breath coming in gasps.
“We could try it. You’ll like it.” Memories of the slave’s arousing groans echoed in Kjartan’s mind. He wanted to make Lini feel like that. “It’ll feel good for both, not just me.”
“But what about afterwards? You’ll just cast me aside.” He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes serious, nervous. “Like a woman or slave or prisoner, worth nothing.”
“Of course I won’t!”
“If people found out I’d taken the woman’s part …” He shrugged, making his chest and abdominal muscles ripple down their long tanned length.
Kjartan gulped. “Well, they won’t!” he snapped, more fiercely than he meant to. “I’ll never tell them!”
“So you’re ashamed of me?”
“No! I just - want you.” He stroked his lover’s hip again, down over his thigh to his balls, teasing them with a light touch.
“Very well.” Lini gave a small smile.
Kjartan took a tallow candle from its holder.
“Where are you
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