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The wind whistles, moves the tall firs and pines and seeps through your clothes. You don’t mind, it is something you are used to be. This cold. This winter. Even if you go down at the deep of Warland, where the wargos lie in wait for eat you, for tear your flesh, spill your blood in the virgin snow. The leather rucksack is warm against your back. A part of you, wants that this heat accompanies you until your destiny, but other, wants the snow and the weather cold it until turns in ice. A flame of wrath up your soul and you make a great effort to control it. You remember to yourself that you can’t let yourself go through the hate. You’re the guardian, you must to do your duty. No one can do it but you.
Inhale deep. Really deep. The air smells of the forest. This calm you a little bit.
Later of some minutes, you arrive. At the root of the great tree Adam. And you can see him perfectly. Is big. His coppery hair makes stand up against the color of the log and the white. You know he’s smiling. He always is. And is something that disturbs you.
"He has a beautiful smile", you think. And you want punch your face really rough cause this intrusive thinking. You have them a lot recently.
You take a breath between teeth, the cold hurts them, but it’s welcome. This pain distracts your mind.
This is fine, you think and approach to him.
“Nice day, darlin’”.
You twist your mouth into a displeased grimace and mutter a simple answer while you put the rucksack in the ground.
“I have your food, it’s porridge. Again”.
“I’ll order for something more consistent the next time, like meat”, he says and with the last one word his voice turns on deeper. You raise your eyes in his direction, you look up him through your eyelashes. Don’t want that your mixture of feels appears in your face. You fervently wish take his hammer and crash his head with them. But, suddenly you have goosebumps of pleasure.
You’re his guardian since the last time he tried to escape. All warriors of Elbaph were needed to stop him and put all chains again. The last man who keep an eye on him, died. You took his place. You been elected to this responsibility. The elders said your mind was the strongest one, you could take his lies and turn them in ashes. You, who always follow the rules, have been tempted by his deep voice, by the promise of his flesh, his warm, his pleasure. You’ve denied it every time.
“Not today”, you remember yourself. But you feel the fatigue stinging your body, penetrate through your bones.
He moves his lips and draw a disarming smile. You shudder and look away from him. Sigh. You hate this part. Anyone would think that a man, a giant, could live for long time, but not without food and water. And Loki is chained. He can’t move. He can talk. Although your conversations are more a monologue than it, particularly, because you tries ignore them as much as you can. After all, he’s the accursed prince. He’s who will destroy the world.
“Please, do it quickly”, you mutter at the same time you fill the spoon with the porridge. You’re sitting in front of him, the snow is wetting your trousers, and you start to feel the cold more than you would want. You hate this eternal winter. The elders say that it’s the first step to the prophecy, when the world ends, when the sun will rise again. A new world.
The Ragnarok.
Loki eats greedily, nobody could notice it, but you might. You’re feeding him for years. You know his gestures, corporal language, each movement, and each smile. And you frown when the last tablespoon is emptied and he licks his lips slowly. You can’t see him, his eyes are bandaged, but you know it, he’s gazing you. You tense your jaw when you feel a strain in your low belly.
Shit.
“You know, darlin’, you could help me with something more”, his voice is deeper and rumbling across your body.
You pray Nika for he’s asking you for his freedom, cut the chains. But, you know him, and now you’re so near to the rim. You could fall deep, very deep, until the depths of the abysm. And you would it with mirth. So, you steel yourself, waiting the blow.
“Something more gratifying, something there’s lower”.
You arch your eyebrow and look up him skeptical. His spread a slowly and wolfish smile showing all his teeth. And then, you realize, you lower your eyes through his body until his leather trousers. You gasp and a wave of heat hits you and makes you tremble. Your mouth is dry, but suddenly is too much wet. Your eyes draught the oblong shape in this trousers that rises and touches his belt. You clench your jaw trying to not succumb to your desire.
«Dear Nika» you think, «Give me strength to not fall right now».
The wind blows around you, whipping your clothes and your long hair in a braid, stirring the snowflakes. Your breath emerge from your lips and create a cloud of mist. Then, he speaks and you know you have lost in this game of seduction and lies.
“Nobody will know. We’re alone”.
You, who stood up to escape from his voice, fall to your knees with a dull thud. And your hands move without your consent, your mind is empty and you only can do is feel. To feel how your fingers search for the buttons of his pants. Avoid the belt and finally you find them, ignoring his commentary: “You are in need”.
“Shut up”.
He answers you with a chuckle.
You marvel yourself when your feel the weight of his cock is in your hands. It’s warm and in some strange way comforting. You can’t escape from your lust. Not anymore. You touch it as a sacred treasure. Your palm brushes his head and before he can speak again, you bow your body to lick the column of his dick. You listen barely a groan escaping of his throat. But, you ignore it. You pay attention to your movements, the way you’re a tad of short of breath when it slides through your throat. His size doesn’t allow you breath well, so, you make a great effort to focus on breath with by your nose at the same time you start to move your head. Is a vertiginous feel that plough through your veins. He’s the worst criminal of your country, you hate him, but also you desire him. Your body reacts and you need to lean on the other hand that doesn’t hold his dick in his thigh. You lie down on the snow and you want scream when your hard nipples touch the cold.
Maybe it’s the worst idea that you’ve had in your life, but you can’t stop now.
You wind your tongue along his dick, you can feel his veins and how each moment he’s near and more near to finish. The chains crackles, he tries to move, but he can’t. You glare him with a warning. If the other pirates notice there’s something happens in this hole, they will came and then, the enjoy will end.
“If even I could move, you don’t know what I’ll do you”, he groans, he barely can speak. He’s fire. And you too.
“I would like feel it”, you think.
You nail his trousers when you feel your own orgasm is near, close your legs to feel something, you pussy is demanding and begging for something that fill it. It’s painful. And suddenly his cock swells and you feel liquid along your throat. You have to move away to not drown and swallow whole it. You feel it falling in coarse drops in for your lips and your chin. You clean it with snow.
If before you’re cold, now you feel that every giant of Elbaph you use your to do a bonfire, even your clothes are wet, particularly, your crotch and your underwear, which it is really sticky. You moan, you continue feel the pre-orgasm rolling in your low belly sending spams at your ignored pussy.
“I will take care it, later, when I arrive at home”, you think.
You get up from the ground, with your thighs trembling. You look him up, the takes deep breaths. Seems that he’s emerging from a battle, but that his cock is in sight, flaccid, wet and satisfied. You hurry up to return it at his trousers.
“I look forward our next meeting, darlin’”
You sigh, you can’t lie right now.
“Me too”.
“I hope not be chained the next time”.
You open your mouth to replicate, but the cawing of a crow makes you raise your head. The Road’s crow is flying towards the castle, it holds something that seems a ship.
“Damn it, there’re intruders”.
You pick up the tools and save them inside of the rucksack, and get up. You look up the prince one more and run at the way that rise to the castle.
“To be unchained? My ass”, you think, but this perspective is uplifting.