Berserker god

I ate more of the fish raw, preferring it that way, then brought the rest over to be cooked, flipping the pieces with my claws, not wanting her hands near the flames. Once the first two pieces had developed a cracked, golden crust, I removed them from the heat and let them cool in my claws before handing them over. The little star paused, glancing from my face to my hands, before taking a piece. Her silken fingertips grazed my palm as she did so, and that tiny touch made every muscle in my body wind tight. I watched her closely as she ate, studying the muscles in her delicate jaw, the way her narrow throat constricted as she swallowed. I could see her pulse there, river help me. Her skin was so thin I could literally observe the trilling rhythm of her heartbeat at the sides and the base of her neck.

By the skies, she’s breakable. It made me nervous.

She seemed to enjoy the fish at least, so that was something. I knew I was capable of feeding her and injecting at least a little strength into that ridiculously tiny body. After eating several helpings, she started touching her throat then pointing to the river.

“It’s water,” I confirmed. “You can drink it.”

Assuming her kind drank water at all, anyway. I went to the river and used my power to raise a spout of water to my snout, taking a long sip. It was clean and good.

Her mouth twisted, and she moved her head back and forth. She pointed to the river again, then to the fire, speaking rapidly.

“The water will put the fire out,” I told her slowly. She seemed to know about fire, but maybe she did not know that water would kill it? She seemed apprehensive about drinking water at all, so maybe there was no water where she came from.

Perhaps she wants me to put the fire out now... But then why touch her own throat and mimic thirst?

She started speaking again, pointing at the river then the fire, over and over again, and then miming cupping her hands above the flames.

Understanding dawned, and I felt like a fool. I’d told her that water would put out the fire, which she undoubtedly already knew.

She was asking for hot water.

“Cold water’s better,” I muttered, but I did not argue further. I drew a large bubble of water from the river then held it suspended above the fire. The little star watched in what seemed to be stu

I kept waiting for her to tell me the water was hot enough, but she didn’t. It made me uneasy, thinking of water that hot going down her throat. Maybe her skin was more durable than I’d thought.

The water had been bubbling steadily and releasing steam for some time before she finally indicated it was hot enough. I levitated the orb of water away from the fire, but she made no move to touch it. She mimed burning herself again and shook her head.

“What? You’re the one who made me get it this hot!” I said, frowning in confusion. The movement made the scar tissue of my left eye pull, and I grimaced. To speed up the cooling process, I manipulated the orb, making it into a very thin, flat rectangle of water that would release heat more easily. Once it had been suspended for some time and had no doubt grown tepid, the little star finally approached it.

She had no cup, and her hands would do a piss-poor job, I was sure.

“Just open your mouth,” I said softly, twisting my fingers until the water had transformed into a suspended spout, ready to pour into her mouth. She licked her lips, her gaze flickering between me and the water, before she opened her mouth and waited.

She’s thirsty. She just wants water.

I reminded myself of that as my cocks jerked behind my slit. There was something so softly submissive, so erotic about the way she’d opened her mouth to me, waiting for me to pour into it.

I focused all my energy on controlling the flow of the water instead of on the way the hidden place at my groin felt swollen and needy. Even with my intense focus, the flow of water was a little too much for her. Some of it gushed out of her mouth, coursing down her chin, throat, and breasts in shining rivers. The image of myself bent over her and quenching my own thirst by licking water from her skin with my forked tongue slammed through me so hard it felt like something that had come from outside my own mind. I pushed it roughly aside and clenched my jaw, praying to a god whose name I could not recall that she might be done soon.

But she was not done yet. In some instinctive attempt to guide the flow of water, she’d reached up to cup the sides of the levitating spout I’d created, her eyes closed. It looked so much like she was gently holding and drinking from a thick cock that one of my own almost emerged in response.

A spasm went through me, snapping my threads of control. The water lost its shape and fell in a sheet, drenching her face. Her eyes snapped open in astonishment and she wiped rapidly at her eyes before throwing me a betrayed glare.

“Please accept my sincerest apologies,” I ground out. “It appears I ca

Two different thoughts... More like two hundred. The river was still spi

She blinked at me again. And again.

And then she laughed.

It started small. A tremulous sound that I feared was some sort of choking sob. But as it grew in strength, and her smile stretched her features, I realized what it really was.

“I suppose I deserve that,” I said, my own gri

Taking a shaky breath and still chuckling, she began repeating a word and tapping her chest, smearing beads of water as she did so.

“Suvi. Suvi Harju. Suvi. Suvi.”

“Suvi,” I repeated, feeling the sounds roll around my mouth. I placed my hand over hers, sealing her palm to her wet chest. “That’s your name, isn’t it? You are Suvi.”

Her nostrils flared, and the dark parts at the centre of her eyes blossomed.

“Suvi,” she said again with a short nod.

I felt a smile on my snout once more. I’d wanted to know what to call her but hadn’t had a good way to ask. But I hadn’t needed to. She’d given it to me freely, handed me her name like a gift.

My smile curdled and turned cold when I realized I could not respond. She waited, gazing up at me expectantly, but I had nothing to give her in return.

I could not tell her a name that I did not remember.

Her laughter stopped, her open expression shuttering.