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.“How sore are you still?” he asked gruffly, and I suppressed a twinge of muscle at my thigh and arm and answered, “Not sore enough to pass this up!”From my position, bent over and vulnerable and dying for Hammer’s hands on my skin, I caught the eyes of the bear, who were staring at me with summat like hunger.I didn’t care.I turned my head from him and concentrated on Hammer’s rough palms, skimming my ribs and my waist and my thighs.“I thought you said…” because I’d been thinking of taking him, but this pose were a familiar one these last months—although the furniture were new.He kissed the back of my neck, and the join of my shoulder, and started nipping his way down my spine.“Not tonight,” he muttered.His touches were reverent on my skin, and I spent a moment thinking about how the nature of Hammer’s touch had seemed to change from those first rough pawings to now.Had my touches changed? I hoped so.The way I’d felt had deepened these past months, I hoped my touches had too.He kissed his way, with that tender, deep press of lips and skin, down to the base of my spine, and I had to lean heavy on the chesterfield because my knees weren’t up for the job.Then he got behind me and sank to his knees.“Ham… gods… ahhhhhh… gods!” The air exploded from my lungs as he framed my arse with his blunt hands, parted my cheeks with his thumbs, and used his tongue on my hole until I screamed with the thought of it.I muffled the sound against the cloth of the chesterfield, and before I were done, he’d replaced his tongue with his fingers and then he stood and brought me flush with his frontside, and his fingers were replaced by his cock.I were more than ready.He stretched his way into my backside, thick and hard inside my clenching body, and wrapped his arm around my chest, keeping me immobilized and close against him.“More!” I begged.“More?”“All, Hammer.All!” His hips swung forward and there he were, flush against my arse, and I howled and gasped.The new angle gave him all sorts of access to me that he hadn’t had before, and one of his hands slid down to my cock, and the other hand stayed there, splayed against my throat, while I panted and begged and screamed.It were over quickly, on my end.It weren’t long before I moaned, hard, and my cock spurt against Hammer’s stroking hand.He growled then and thrust harder and faster, while I whimpered, still aroused but no longer swollen and aching.“Like this dance?” he panted behind me, and I gasped at a particularly savage thrust.“My favorite sort of ball,” I panted back, and the sound he made seemed to crawl out of him, painfully and almost sad.“Gods, Eirn…gods….” He came in a hot rush, quaking against me like an oak in a windstorm, as my spend cooled on my stomach, and his hand rested sticky against my thigh.His breathing were harsh against my neck, and I cuddled his hand against my chest and shook with him.“It’s better,” I whispered in wonder.“It’s better now than it were at the beginning.”“Aye,” he muttered, and I could feel his breath on my skin.“And it were pretty good at the beginning.”Hammer wandered around the cottage, blowing out lamps and damping the fire, and I settled our book and put it away.The bear watched him, even as I gathered our clothes for the basket in the bedroom.I didn’t like that look in the creature’s eyes and I told him so.“Hammer and Eirn,” I said.“There aren’t no Eirn and great beastie without Hammer, so you’d better stop looking like you’ll eat him if I’m not here to stop you.No Hammer, no Eirn, you hear?”And by my gods, that thing’s expression turned crafty.I said nothing to Hammer as we slid in between the sheets together, the ropes beneath the mattress making homely, creaking sounds as we did.The bear were enchanted—there weren’t no other answer—but he weren’t planning to eat us as we slept, or he wouldn’t be eating the fish from the cupboard
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