Chapter Twenty-Seven Baldr

I laid back against the tall grass that we’d stamped down to create our bed for the night. Ocean waves crashed nearby, the dull roar creating a sense of peace that I didn’t know I could feel. Mist sat beside me, his gaze fixed on our little fire sheltered from the wind by a small copse of trees. I laced my fingers behind my head, staring up at the bright stars hanging in the darkness. They were the same stars we had back home, although they seemed to shine a little brighter here in Asgard. It seemed the theories were true. All nine realms existed in the exact same place in the universe, just in different dimensions it seemed. That meant, the moment we stepped through the gate to go back home, we’d be in the middle of a war with Tyr and the two rival packs. And that meant I didn’t have much time left.

But there was one thing I couldn’t bear to leave undone.

“Mist,” I said softly, reaching out to lay my hand on his thigh. He glanced down at me, his green eyes sparkling in the firelight. “I want you to take me tonight.”

Mist’s eye’s widened in surprise, then immediately darkened with lust. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice husky and low.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head in his lap so I could look up at him. “I’m sure. I want to feel you inside me, to be yours completely.”

Mist's hand caressed my cheek, his rough thumb tracing my bottom lip. “You've always been mine,” he murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in a tender kiss. “At least, I always hoped you would be.”

As our lips moved together, I felt the familiar heat building between us. Mist's kisses grew more urgent, his tongue seeking entrance. I opened to him willingly, savoring his taste as our tongues danced together. The bond between us flared, the feedback loop of lust and pleasure building quickly.

Gently, Mist lowered me back onto our makeshift bed of grass. His hands roamed my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arched into his touch, craving more. There was something about being under his control that sent shivers down my spine. Fucking him was one thing, but letting him have his way with me… that was all but unknown.

“Baldr,” Mist breathed against my neck as he kissed a path down to my collarbone. “My beautiful Baldr.”

His voice made me shiver, a wave of gratitude washing through me. I was so happy to have this one last moment with him and I wasn’t going to waste it. My hands found their way under his shirt, exploring the well-toned body underneath. Without a word, he reached down and pulled it off, tossing it in the grass beside us. Then he did the same to me, stripping off everything I had until I was lying there naked in the moonlight.

Mist's eyes raked over my body, his gaze burning with desire. He leaned down, trailing kisses along my chest and stomach. His tongue flicked out, teasing my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. I gasped, arching into his touch with a low moan on my lips.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

His mouth moved lower, kissing down my abdomen, following the trail of hair leading to my groin. He went lower, skipping by my throbbing cock and leaving me breathless with anticipation. I gasped as he nuzzled the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Slowly, teasingly, he finally licked a stripe up my hardening length. I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair instinctively.

“Mist, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

He chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through me. “Patience, love. I want to savor this.”

With teasingly slow movements, Mist took the head of my cock into his mouth, licking me clean of the pre-cum that had gathered there. He moaned as the flavor filled his mouth, looking up at me with those lustful green eyes.

“Fuck you taste good,” he sighed before diving back down on me once more.

I groaned as Mist's warm mouth enveloped me, his tongue swirling around my shaft as he took me deeper. My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite heat. Mist's strong hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he worked me with an expert touch that he must’ve come by naturally. For spending so many years alone, he was an incredible linguist.

“Gods, Mist,” I panted, my fingers tightening in his hair as I forced myself deeper down his throat.

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting close already, the combination of his skilled mouth and our bond pushing me towards the edge. But I didn't want it to end so soon.

“Wait,” I gasped, tugging gently on his hair. His lips came away with a small pop. “I want you inside me.”

Mist released me with a wet pop, looking up at me with dark eyes. “Are you sure?” he asked again, a tone of trepidation in his voice. “I’ve never done that kind of thing before.”

“Yes,” I nodded. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “I know you’ll do great.”

Mist's eyes softened at my words, and he leaned in to kiss me deeply once more. His hands roamed my body, caressing and exploring as if committing every inch to memory. I shivered under his touch, my skin tingling with anticipation.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Mist murmured against my lips.

“You won't,” I assured him, running my fingers through his hair. “Just go slow.”

Nodding, Mist reached down between us, his fingers probing gently at my entrance. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, my body tensing instinctively. A bundle of nerves lit up that I’d never really explored and I let out a low groan, loving every bit of it.

“Relax,” Mist soothed, kissing along my jaw. “I've got you.”

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax. Mist's finger slowly pushed inside, and I moaned at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. However, the pain faded almost instantly leaving nothing behind but pure bliss and a pressure that made me squirm with delight.

Mist worked me open slowly, adding a second finger and then a third, stretching me carefully. He used his own pre-cum and saliva to make the friction as smooth as possible. The discomfort melted into pleasure as he found that spot inside me that made me see stars. I writhed beneath him, gasping and moaning as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

“Mist, please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “I'm ready. I need you inside me.”

He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. I loved the feeling of being stretched by him. But if his fingers felt that good, I had a feeling his cock would be even better. Mist positioned himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Our eyes locked, and I saw a mixture of love, lust, and nervousness in his gaze.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time.

In response, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Yes,” I breathed. “Make me yours, Mist. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Mist nodded, his eyes filled with love and desire. Slowly, he began to push inside me. I gasped at the initial stretch, my fingers digging into his shoulders. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before - a delicious fullness that sent sparks of pleasure through my entire body. And I was full of amazement. Mist was no slouch in the dick department, but I was much bigger. How the hell had he managed to take me so easily? And in my Alpha form to boot? The guy must’ve been built for this. I, on the other hand, felt extraordinarily delicate all of a sudden.

“Oh gods,” Mist groaned, his voice strained. “You feel amazing, Baldr. Fuck…”

I could only moan in response as he sank deeper, inch by glorious inch. When he was fully seated inside me, we both paused, panting. The bond between us flared brightly, our emotions and sensations intertwining until I couldn't tell where I ended and Mist began. The way he pulsed and throbbed inside me pressed my special spot, making it impossible to think anything remotely coherent.

“Move,” I whispered, rolling my hips experimentally. “Please, Mist. I need you to take me.”

He began to thrust, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the new sensation. Mist's movements were gentle and controlled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I adjusted to the unfamiliar fullness. The initial discomfort was a distant memory, replaced by an intense, building pleasure that left me gasping and begging for more.

“Baldr,” Mist breathed against my neck, his voice thick with emotion. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too,” I moaned in response, arching my back to take him deeper. The angle change caused him to brush against that spot inside me, and I cried out, seeing stars. “There,” I gasped. “Right there, Mist. Please, don't stop.”

He growled low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. His thrusts became more forceful, more confident as he found a rhythm that suited us both. I found myself crying out into the night each time his body collided with mine. His cock thrummed against my prostate, driving me nearly insane with pleasure. At the same time I felt his cock bottom out, hitting a second ring inside me that I didn’t even know I had.

Our bodies moved together in perfect synchronization, the bond between us amplifying every sensation in an endless feedback loop. Mist's thrusts became more urgent, his breathing ragged as he drove deeper into me. I clung to him, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer with each thrust. I needed all of him, every last drop inside me. My own cock had been abandoned since we started, but my orgasm was building quickly. With Mist’s expert touch, I wouldn’t need to help it along.

“Mist,” I moaned, my voice breaking with pleasure. “I'm close. So close.”

He nodded, his forehead pressed against mine as he continued to move. “Me too,” he panted. “Come for me, Baldr. I want to feel you.”

His hand snaked between our bodies, wrapping around my neglected cock. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. With a few expert strokes, I was teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

“Mist!” I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. My body tensed, cock throbbing wildly as I shot my load between us, coating our abdomens in hot sticky cum.

At the same time I felt Mist’s pleasure reach a fever pitch, the sudden tightness of my body around him creating too much friction to resist. With a cry he slammed his cock to the hilt, burying it deep inside me. Heat flooded my belly as he came over and over again, breeding me just like I had done to him our first night. Even as I was lost in the heat of the moment, I felt our bond deepen, the prickling sensation at the back of my neck settling into a persistent and pleasurable warmth.

As our climaxes subsided, Mist collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting presence. We lay there, panting and trembling, our bodies still intimately connected. I ran my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair, marveling at the intensity of what we'd just shared.

“That was...” Mist began, his voice muffled against my chest.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

He lifted his head to look at me, his green eyes shining with love and contentment. “I've never felt anything like that before,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me softly. “It was… I don’t know… better than I expected I guess.”

I returned the kiss, savoring the tenderness of the moment. “Me neither,” I admitted. “I didn't know it could be like that good. I’ve never done that before.”

“Really? Not with anyone?”

I shook my head. “You’re the first.”

He smiled down at me, his dark hair hanging around his face. “I’m honored.”

After a moment, Mist slowly withdrew from me. Every part of my body was overstimulated and I let out a sharp gasp as he finally came free. I missed the feeling of having him inside me, that closeness that we couldn’t get any other way. But I also knew we needed to get some sleep. If we were going home to face Tyr tomorrow, we’d need all the energy we could get.

We laid there together for a long time in a peaceful silence. Mist wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his body as his little spoon. Every now and then he’d plant soft little kisses on my neck of my shoulder, his fingers absentmindedly stroking my chest. However, after a while, I started feeling him shiver against me.

“Are you cold?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.

“Y-Yeah,” he muttered. “But I want to stay here with you.”

“I’ve got an idea.”

Pulling myself out of Mist’s arms, I crawled over and grabbed the blanket I’d been wearing instead of clothes. I spread it out and threw it over him to keep him warm before adding what wood we had left to the fire. Then, glancing up at the moon, I closed my eyes and called up the wolf inside me. My body began to shift and in a few seconds I found myself sitting back on my haunches and shaking out my fur.

Mist stared up at me, smiling as he reached a hand out and running his fingers through the fur on the top of my head. I gave him a soft growl of approval before I crawled my way under the blanket and curled up with him.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around me once more.

I snuggled in as close as I could, keeping my mate safe from the cold of a seaside night.

“I love you, Baldr,” he said, barely audible over the crashing waves.

I turned back, licking his nose. And through our strengthened bond I answered him.

I love you too.