“Beautiful,” he whispered, laying down next to her and pulling her into his arms. He stroked her hair and kissed her temple. “Thank you, sweet Venise.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied, snuggling into his chest. “But I’m not done with you yet, not buy a long shot.”
Rugoff groaned, then closed his eyes. “Venise, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
Venise felt like she was wrapped in a fur cocoon. The only thing missing from her warm shell was the second body that had been with her the whole evening. She opened her eyes and looked around. A pleasant soreness infused her muscles, reminding her of the sensuous way she and Rugoff had spent the previous evening.
She scanned the room and finally found him at the table, staring intently at her laptop. He bent down twice to examine the screen, each time running his fingers over the keys.
There was a look of extreme awe on his face. She wondered if the machine was on and that was what fascinated him so. She hadn’t thought about turning it off last night, since she was so turned on in a different fashion. The controls were set so the machine would sleep after thirty minutes of inactivity. If they had worked, she should still have some juice in the battery. Hopefully.
She had a few romance books stored on there and she wanted to use the computer as entertainment. During Rugoff’s time, storytellers would provide tales for people as a way of entertainment.
During one of their few breaks last night she’d explained to him that her work was studying what those people had done; finding the stories they had told and letting them be known again. In the back of her mind was the idea that she could call up a few of the romance novels she had on her hard drive and read them to him, see what he thought of the descriptions of the time in which he lived.
It would be fun, and she was pretty sure it would end with some very satisfying sex, as everything seemed to do with him lately.
“Good morning.”
“And to you, sweet one.” He crossed the room, took her hand and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, a profound sense of belonging seeping into her body as he claimed her. He traced his fingers down her back, then cupped her buttocks, pulling her close to him.
He was hard. Again.
“Damn, that’s a greeting I can get used to.” She snaked her hand between them and clasped his length, slowly working it up and down.
He kissed her again. He’d moved his hands to her face as she caressed him, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he held her face in his hands. The thumbed the tip of him, sliding her finger into his skin and pressing down. The satisfied sharp inhalation of breath made her smile.
A sharp gasp escaped her as he grasped her buttocks again, lifting her in his strong arms and bringing her down onto his hardness. She wrapped her legs around his middle as he jiggled her, then he let them tumble onto the bed. His cock felt as if it had become a part of her as he thrust, harder and harder inside her, the bed shaking, her body trembling as he fucked her with wild abandon.
Each stroke made her clit tingle with delight and she felt her climax building. She kneaded his back, his deep moans of pleasure letting her know how much he enjoyed the sensation.
Just when she thought she would come he stopped, pushing himself out of her legs and then flipping her over in one fluid movement. He slapped her ass and she arched upward.
“Oh fuck!” He slammed into her again, his nails scratching her buttocks like she’d just done to his back. He fucked her hard, the thrusts almost painful as she clawed at the bedding.
“Rugoff, Rugoff! More, harder, harder. Oh fuck me, so good!” Having someone inside her had never been so intense. He slapped her ass again and she cried out.
He clasped her hair and pulled back and Venise screamed. The feeling of being claimed intensified with each tug and thrust. She slipped her hand under herself and stroked her clit, the aching nub throbbing more with each pass of her finger.
She tightened around him as her orgasm exploded inside her, sharp tendrils of bliss making her fingers and toes tingle as he continued to pound himself into her. His guttural growl filled the cave as she felt him spill inside her. He let go of her hair and grasped her buttocks, his thumbs pressing against her anus.
For a moment, she thought he would leave her pussy and slide inside the hole he now massaged. The feelings were intense and, even though she’d never taken anyone that way, she’d welcome him there right now.
Instead of following through on the promise of taking her there, though, he collapsed on top of her, pushing her down into the soft coverings.
His weight stole her breath, but it was wasn’t pain she felt. She wanted to stay this way forever, with him still throbbing inside her silky folks, his body heavy upon her, making her feel as if they were one.
“I’ve hurt you?”
“No.” How she managed to speak when her chest heaved with exertion was beyond her “That’s the roughest fuck I’ve ever had, and I loved it.”
He kissed her jaw, then slid his tongue up to her ear when he licked, then bit gently. She wiggled her ass at him, loving his growl of need the movement produced.
“Your man never claimed you this way where you came from?”
“I don’t have a man,” she said, turning her head to look back at him. The pure lust in his eyes made her shiver. Was he ever satisfied? Was that the Viking in him, or the fact he’d been alone so long? Not that it bothered her. She’d gladly spend the whole day in bed with him.
He kissed her shoulder, then moved them both so they were on their sides, her spooned into his warm, hard body.
“I don’t have a man,” she whispered. “My work has always been my life.”
“Work. You spoke of this last night. I wish to hear more.”
She nodded. “I’ll tell you everything about it. But first, I’m hungry.” She inhaled and a scent invaded her nose, making her mouth water and her stomach rumble with need.
“Is that cinnamon rolls and…coffee?”
“I asked the witch for this coffee and what would best be served with it. Did she provide the right food?”
“Oh, she did indeed.” He stood and pulled her up. She rushed to the table and grinned as if she’d just discovered a diamond mine. “Have you tried them?”
“No, I waited for you.” That thought warmed her through and though. “I thought it was the least I could do, since I—what was the word you used—oh yes, ravished you so many times last night.”
“I believe it was a mutual ravishment, and it goes well with the one we just added to it.” She reached behind him and picked up a steaming mug of coffee, inhaling the wonderful smell. The brew had been doctored with creamer and she took a tentative sip, then sighed. “French Vanilla, one of my favorites.”
The coffee warmed her throat as she took a deeper drink before offering the cup to Rugoff. He took it and sniffed as if trying to decide its chemical formula, then took a drink. She saw him wince and she grimaced.
“Too hot?”
“I did not expect it to be sweet,” he said, taking another small sip. “It’s delicious.”
“Be careful and not drink too much. The caffeine has a real kick.”
He looked confused for a moment, then shrugged. She glanced at the table where she saw ten cups of coffee and an overflowing plate of rolls. She knew from yesterday the food wouldn’t spoil. It would stay warm, or cold, as needed. It was the power, she knew, of the witch. If it was indeed the woman who had banished him here.
Thinking of the witch made her think about her reason for being here. Maybe they should just ask the witch for a written explanation. She seemed to provide most everything he asked for. Why couldn’t they get her to explain the why and how of things? It would be worth a shot.
She picked up her own cup of coffee, watching as he drank his heated brew, draining the cup and reaching for anther. “You should slow down on that. The caffeine will make you jittery.”
He ignored her and took another deep drink. “I hope she brings more tomorrow.” He had the cup close to his mouth, and his breath sent the steam from the coffee wafting toward her. She smiled as he drained yet another cup.
This should be fun, she thought, wondering how he would react to the caffeine buzz. Maybe it would fuel him to fuck her even harder than he had just moments ago. If that were the case, she wanted him to have another cup.
Venise picked up a cinnamon roll and took a drink of her own coffee. “Is it always snowy here?”
“No, the snow goes away for a little while, then returns. It is when it’s gone that the agent of Loki appears to fight for the key.”
Another bite of the cinnamon roll disappeared into her mouth as she thought about the information. “Where is he at other times? Why does he only come once a year?”
“I do not know.” He finished his third cup of coffee and reached for another one. She put her hand on his and squeezed gently.
“You really should slow down on the coffee. Trust me on this. I’ve OD’d on it before, and it can do funny things to your heartbeat.”
He frowned before shrugging her off and taking another cup.
“There’s got to be some reason why he only comes once a year. If the key is so important to him, I would think he’d be here every night trying to steal it from you.” She tore off a piece of the roll, shaking it at him. “And another thing, why is the witch sending you things when she’s dead? How does she do that?”
He shrugged and a small amount of the coffee escaped the cup that seemed to be glued to his mouth. He lowered the cup and licked up the coffee from his chin. Her nipples tightened at the sight and she looked away. They couldn’t spend all their time fucking, could they? Her body was pleasantly sore, but if they kept it up, she might feel some effects that wouldn’t be so pleasant.
Best to think about something besides sex for a while. Of course, that was hard to do since they were both naked right now. Figuring things out wouldn’t be easy when his cock, which looked so inviting even though it wasn’t hard, was right in front of her, would be difficult. She’d try her damndest, though.
“We need to figure out why I’m here. Mrs. Westergard didn’t push me into that chair by accident.” She glanced at him, noticing his hands were shaking. The caffeine was winding into his system.
“I really think Mrs. Westergard means for me to rescue you. We just need to figure out how to do it. There has to be a solution to leaving this place.”
He paused mid-drink, then lowered the mug. She could tell by the look on his face that he was afraid she would leave, and he would not. He looked as if he’d just lost his best friend.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go together.” She took the mug from his hand and placed it on the table. “Maybe you should eat to try and soak up some of that coffee.”
Rugoff jumped up and down, then wrung his hands together. “My body, it pulses.”
“It’s the caffeine,” she said slowly. “I told you it would do that.”
“I don’t like this.” He rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. She noticed his cock was filling yet again and she touched his shoulder, rubbing it gently.
“Relax, eat something. It will lessen the tension you feel right now.”
He backed away from her and started to pace, moving round and round the table, his speed increasing with each lap.
“Maybe there’s something we have to do, like say a spell or something.” He ran a hand over his bald head. “Maybe I should ask her. After all, she brought me you, and the coffee. Maybe she will answer me this time, since you are here.”
The hopeful note in his voice made her heart bleed for him. She grabbed him as he made a pass, stroked his cheek and gave him a quick kiss. “Perhaps you’re right. Maybe you should ask the witch the question when she brings tomorrow’s offering. But first you need to eat, you need to relax before you explode.”
He put his hand on hand over his heart and massaged. She knew from her own experiences of mainlining coffee while working on her master’s exactly what he was feeling right now.
Venise put a roll in his hand and watched him take a bite. He smacked his lips as he chewed, then swallowed. “Is everything in your world sweet?”
“Just like me.” She giggled, something she hadn’t done in a long time.
Rugoff dropped the roll back onto the table and kissed her, his lips hard and demanding. When he was done, he licked his lips and wiggled his brows. “You’re right; you are as sweet as the food.”
His hands cupped her breasts and she wiggled away from him.
“You do not wish to join with me again?”
“Oh, I do, but I think we should take a pause. I don’t want to overdo it.”
The hurt look on his face went straight to her heart. “I don’t mean it that way. I love having you inside me. It’s just if you’re inside me again, after so many times last night, and this morning, it will…hurt me just a little. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes, too much.” He still looked wounded. “I am sorry I forced myself on you this morning.”
“No! You didn’t. I loved it, it’s just I need a short rest before we do it again.” To let him know how she felt she grasped his cock. “And believe me, I want to do it again. I love your hard cock.”