Chapter Ten
The next morning, Frigga slowly opened her eyes, confused for a moment when she took in her unfamiliar surroundings. Where was she? Just then, she heard a masculine sigh from beside her, and a large, strong arm wrapped around her middle. Frigga smiled broadly as she felt Odin's form against her back, his face nestled into the nape of her neck. She stretched luxuriously, a smile still on her mouth as memories of her wedding night came back to her.
Odin had pleasured her until she couldn't think. He had been tireless, pleasing her with both his tongue and his cock, over and over again. And she had loved every moment of it. Frigga felt sore, and tired, but it was a delicious kind of weariness. Between her legs felt wet and warm, her nipples sensitive against the sheets, and she couldn't help but smile again.
Odin had been so passionate, so hungry, but he had been endearingly gentle with her, always going slow, making sure she was alright with everything he did. She sighed in contentment as Odin's arm pulled her closer to him, and he murmured in his sleep. She carefully tuned in his grasp, so that her head was tucked under his chin, and his arms encircled her.
Frigga closed her eyes, her ear against Odin's chest, listening to his heartbeat. She lay there for some minutes, her breathing peaceful and even, as she listened to the strong tempo. Odin sighed and shifted, one of his legs trapping both hers, nuzzling at the top of her head. Frigga grinned as she snuggled into his chest, feeling happier than she had in a long, long time. She felt so at home when he held her, so safe…
She wiggled slightly as she moved closer to him, and she let out a gasp when she felt his manhood harden against her belly. Frigga giggled slightly, and slowly moved her hips back and forth, creating a teasing rhythm against Odin's cock. He groaned in his sleep, and his hips pushed hard against her. Frigga bit her lip to stifle a laugh, and slowly moved her hand down his chest.
Her fingers traveled over his abs, down to his groin, and gripped his manhood. Odin moaned aloud again, and Frigga wondered how long it would take him to awaken.
"Frigga?" she heard a bleary voice say. She quickly looked up at her husband.
"Good morning, my love." She smiled at him. Odin gave her a drowsy smile in return, his eyes still clouded with sleep.
"Good morning." He replied in his deep voice. "Did you sleep well, beloved?" he asked. Frigga grinned.
"Well, if I recall correctly, I didn't sleep much at all." She teased. Odin laughed aloud, and pulled her to him, so that he could kiss her. As he licked at the now-familiar contours of her mouth, his heart sang with joy. This… this was his dream come true. He had married Frigga, made passionate love to her all night long, and had won her heart. Things couldn't be better. He would soon correct that statement.
Frigga kissed Odin back hungrily, and her fingers around his cock tightened. Odin moaned aloud, and pulled back slightly. He looked at Frigga with desire blazing in his eyes, and Frigga smiled innocently as she started to stroke him. Since she was best friends with Freya, who had been with almost every man in Asgard, she had learned a million and one ways to please a man. And she planned on using every one of them with Odin.
"M-my love…" Odin groaned as she slowly stroked him. Frigga smiled and kissed his neck.
"My king, you pleased me to no end last night. It's my turn to pleasure you now." She whispered. Frigga stroked Odin's cock from base to tip, base to tip, now speeding up, now slowing back down, until Odin's breathing was ragged, his chest heaving. She smiled when she felt his hips buck, and him start to thrust into her grip. She slowly moved her hand so that with each thrust, the tip of his cock rubbed against her palm, giving him more friction.
Odin moaned in ecstasy as his hips moved faster, Frigga's palm teasing the most sensitive part of his manhood, his tip. Gods… this was heaven.
"Please…Frigga, please tighter…" he begged. Frigga kissed his shoulder and complied, squeezing his shaft tighter. Odin moaned as he felt a pressure well up low in his groin, and his hips took over, thrusting hard against Frigga's hand. Frigga smiled against his shoulder and squeezed his cock even tighter, using her thumb and forefinger to work the head, while her other hand stroked his length.
"Frigga…Gods, I'm going to cum…" Odin moaned helplessly as he felt her tease his tip. "Gods…yes…oh Frigga, play with me, make me cum…" he pleaded. Frigga grinned.
"Do you want to cum, Odin? Do you want me to tease you?" she whispered in his ear. His hips bucked hard against her hand as he cried out.
"Yes! Yes! Gods, make me cum, Frigga!" he screamed. Frigga nipped his ear as she squeezed his tip, and Odin's hips kicked hard against her hand as he released. Odin came hard and long, his whole world on fire, and everything was yes yes oh Gods yes…
Frigga bit her lip as she felt Odin's warm seed cover her hand, her belly, and the sheets. She lifted her hand and looked at the warm, wet substance, and an idea flashed through her mind. She waited until Odin was watching her, and then she put one cum coated finger into her mouth, closing her eyes as she slowly sucked it clean. She looked at Odin and saw that he was watching her raptly, his mouth open, his cock iron-hard against her belly again. She seductively drew her tongue over another finger, licking his cum off.
"Mmmm." She said with a smile. Odin swallowed hard.
"Temptress." He said with a half-smile. Frigga smiled as she leaned forward and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip.
"Guilty." She said. Odin chuckled and rolled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. Frigga laughed when he nuzzled at her neck, his beard tickling her.
"Stop it! That tickles!" she laughed as she squirmed beneath him. Odin grinned and nipped at her ear playfully.
"Oh, does it now?" he teased. Frigga giggled and squirmed harder, and Odin laughed. He loved this, the two of them teasing each other, laughing, in love. He grinned devilishly, and used one hand to tickle her ribs. Frigga gasped aloud and redoubled her efforts to free herself.
Pleased with that reaction, Odin continued to tickle her, until Frigga was laughing so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks.
"S-top it! You b-beast!" she laughed. Odin laughed as she pushed at his chest, vainly trying to get him to stop. Eventually, he smoothed his hand over her belly, and ceased his tickling. Frigga sighed in relief, and looked up at him, mock scorn in her eyes.
"That wasn't very nice." She scolded. Odin looked down guiltily, like a schoolboy who had been caught doing something wrong.
"I'm sorry, my lady. Please, forgive my beastly actions." He teased. Frigga managed to keep a straight face for about a second more, and then started to laugh again.
Odin looked up at her, his eyes dancing with mirth, and kissed her lovingly. Frigga sighed, and locked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
They both groaned when Odin pushed inside, beginning a slow, sweet rhythm. Frigga matched his thrusts with a rise of her hips, and Odin put one hand under her ass, lifting her hips up so that he could go deeper, so she'd take all of him. Frigga moaned as she felt Odin push deeper than he ever had before, and she felt sweet waves of pleasure begin to wash over her.
"Oh Odin…" she moaned as she tangled her finger in his hair, pulling him closer to her. As she held onto his shoulders, letting his rhythm carry her away, she wondered idly how she had ever been afraid of how he would treat her. Her Odin was a warrior, it was true, and he showed it when he made love to her, through his strength and stamina. But in his strong arms, she was never afraid. She knew that he would only use his enormous power to protect her, never hurt her.
"I love you, Frigga." Odin murmured in her ear as he quickened his pace. "I love you more than all the 9 Realms, more than anything." Odin's cock slid even deeper into Frigga, and she moaned as she felt herself begin to slip over the edge.
"And I love you, my king. I belong to you, and only you." She whispered back passionately. Odin had to squeeze his eyes shut and leash his self-control when she said that. He adored the idea of her being his, and only his, and to hear her tell him that she belonged to him, while he was buried inside of her… it almost made him cum.
"And I am yours, as well." He half-groaned. Frigga gasped when he started another tempo, pulling out almost all the way, and then pushing back in as deep as he could. In no time at all, it put her over the edge.
"Oh, Odin!" she cried out as she came, hard. Her hips bucked against his, and she groaned as the pulses of pleasure rocked through her. Odin moaned as she felt him squeeze his cock, and his back arched as he followed suit, filling her full of his essence. They lay there quietly for a moment; the only sound their ragged breathing as they tried to quiet themselves.
Odin reluctantly rolled off of Frigga, and lay beside her instead, pulling her into his arms. Frigga sighed and cuddled close to his chest, and Odin looked down at her adoringly. He cradled her close to him, nuzzling at the corner of her mouth.
"I love you." He said. No matter how many times he declared his love for her, no matter how poetic he tried to be, he felt that it was never enough to describe how he truly felt.
"I love you too." Frigga said as she looked up at him lovingly. Odin gently smoothed her hair back, and kissed her forehead. Frigga smiled and leaned against his lips.
"I desire you more than anything, more than food, or water, or air." Odin swore. Frigga smiled and cupped his cheek.
At exactly that moment, Odin's warrior stomach, which at this time, was used to being fed, announced itself. Loudly. Odin blushed crimson as his stomach growled, and Frigga laughed aloud.
"I think at the moment, your body disagrees with you. Come, let's get some breakfast." She chuckled. Odin sighed and glared at his stomach, and then nodded.
"I suppose you're right, my love." He agreed. "Food first. But afterwards, you look like you need a little more affection…" Odin trailed off as he kissed her cheek tenderly. Frigga grinned.
"That sounds wonderful, my king." She winked. Frigga sat up in bed and stretched again, and Odin took an opportunity to tickle her exposed ribs. Frigga jumped and smacked his hand away, giving him a mock glare.
"You stop that this instant." She said sternly. Odin grinned broadly and nodded.
"Alright, I'll stop." He said, but Frigga saw the twinkle in his eye. She smiled as she slid out of bed, and gathered her nightdress off the floor. Odin watched her naked form as she slipped it over her shoulders, and the sight of the translucent gown made his cock stand rigidly at attention once more.
He bit his lip as she turned to him, and watched the blush creep over her cheeks when she saw the tent in the covers his erection made.
"Odin, you're…" she began in surprise. Freya had always told her that most men tire, and are unable to get hard again after they cum 4 or 5 times. Odin had released many, many more times than that, and he still showed no signs of slowing. His stamina must come with being king, she thought.
"I know." He said. "Frigga, you're a gorgeous woman, with your clothes on. When you're naked, the fact that you're now my wife, and what we spent all night doing, it's almost impossible for me not to be." He explained. Frigga blushed and nodded.
"I see." She said. Odin smiled at her and swung his leg over the side of the bed, stretching his massive arms with a yawn. His joints popped and cracked, and he quickly rose to get his bedclothes. He and Frigga weren't leaving this room for quite a while, what was the point of getting dressed?
Odin walked past his bride, pausing to give her a kiss, which she wholeheartedly returned. Frigga's blush stayed on her cheeks as she watched her husband walk past her naked and don his nightshirt. He certainly seemed comfortable unclothed, as did his swollen manhood. When he looked up and saw her staring, he grinned and winked at her.
"Like what you see?" he teased. Frigga smiled slightly and crossed her arms.
"You know I do." She smirked. Odin grinned at her and strode over to her, taking her in his arms. He kissed her passionately, licking at her mouth, and his stomach growled again. He sighed in frustration. Being as strong and large as he was, it took a lot of food to keep his physique in prime condition. Frigga laughed again.
"What would you like me to make you for breakfast, my love?" she asked him. Odin frowned. She actually thought that he would be making her cook for him?
"Frigga." He said as he put his hands on either side of her face. "You're not making breakfast for me. You're going to be queen soon. Everyone in this palace is waiting hand and foot on you. So the question is, what do you want for breakfast?" he said. Frigga nodded slowly as the realization sank back in.
She was still going to be queen. Even though her marriage with Odin was like a dream come true, she would still have to reign. And she had no idea how to rule a people. Odin saw the uncertainty flash in her eyes, and he understood why.
"My love, you don't have to be afraid of becoming queen." He said gently. "I'll be by your side very step of the way. If you ever are unsure of anything, I will help you." He soothed. Frigga looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratitude and relief.
"Thank you, Odin. Oh, thank you." She said gratefully. Odin smiled as he pulled her close, and kissed her forehead.
"You're welcome. Now let's get something to eat, I'm starved." He said. "You too, my love. You need to keep your strength up, for later." He grinned. Frigga blushed and a smile crept over her face.
"Of course, my lord." She said. Odin smiled at her and went to his desk, writing a note to the cook explaining all the food that he wanted delivered to his room. He listened as Frigga described what she would like, a birds meal compared to Odin's.
A little while after Odin had sent the note away, a maid knocked on the door, accompanying a cart full of food. Odin allowed her in, and the maid tried very hard not to blush at the king in his bedclothes. She looked curiously at the queen to be, expecting a sneer or a look of disgust at her grubby clothes, but Frigga smiled warmly at her.
The maid found herself smiling back, and she found that she already liked the queen-to-be. After the maid had left, Odin and Frigga seated themselves at the table in their chambers. Odin insisted on seating himself beside Frigga, and couldn't resist giving her a loving kiss every once in a while.
He watched her adoring as she ate, observing her politely cutting her food into small pieces, eating as a lady should. He felt curiously ashamed at his own piggish habits, and vowed to himself to clean up his act. Odin found that he was almost desperate to impress his bride, and he quickly straightened up in his seat, and began to eat like a gentleman, not a warrior.
Frigga eyed him curiously, but didn't say anything. She had truthfully; thought it was kind of cute when Odin inhaled his food, barely pausing to chew. But watching him eat politely was nice as well.
After they two had finished, Odin leaned back in his seat, sighing in contentment.
"That." He said. "Was delicious." Frigga nodded her agreement.
"It was. I'll have to remember to give my compliments to the chef. He must be very talented." She said. Odin looked at her tenderly, amazed that she was so caring. He knew that she actually meant to go track down the chef, Herdek, and tell him she had enjoyed his food. Odin chuckled to himself when he imagined Herdek's reaction to the future queen paying him a compliment. The old bugger might keel over.
Odin smiled at Frigga, and patted his lap for her to come over. She smiled back at him and obeyed, seating herself in his lap. Odin wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, and Frigga kissed his forehead.
"I love you." He whispered.
"And I love you." She murmured back. Odin and Frigga sighed simultaneously, both feeling completely blissful. Love had finally come their way, and they were both basking in its full glory.