In the torchlit halls of Worms, where the Rhine whispered ancient secrets, Hagen von Tronje stood as a shadow among heroes, his gaze fixed on Siegfried von Xanten. The young dragon-slayer had arrived with tales of conquest, his broad shoulders gleaming under mail, igniting an obsession in Hagen's heart that burned hotter than any battlefield. "You boast of slaying dragons, Siegfried," Hagen said with a wry smile, circling him like a wolf, "but can you tame the fire in a man's soul?" Siegfried laughed, his voice rich and commanding, meeting Hagen's stare without flinching. "Your tongue is sharp, Hagen. Perhaps sharper than your blade. But I sense more than rivalry in those eyes." Their dialogue sparked over mead, tension coiling as hands brushed accidentally, then deliberately. "You intrigue me, von Tronje," Siegfried murmured, stepping closer, his breath hot. "This obsession of yours—does it hunger for blood or something far sweeter?" Hagen's reply was a low growl: "Both, if you'll allow it."
The air thickened in the private chamber, furs scattered across the floor. Hagen pressed forward, his fingers tracing Siegfried's jaw. "You're no submissive fool, are you? Strong as the Nibelung hoard itself." Siegfried pushed back, equal in fire, gripping Hagen's wrist. "Never submissive. But tonight, we match passion for passion." Clothes fell away amid panting breaths, revealing hard bodies scarred from wars. Hagen's hand wrapped around Siegfried's hard cock, stroking with deliberate wit: "This spear of yours—mightier than Balmung?" Siegfried countered, his own grip firm on Hagen's ass, pulling him close. "Test it and see, but beware my counterthrust." They tumbled onto the furs, sweating already, horny from the chase. Siegfried's mouth found Hagen's neck, then lower, delivering a blowjob that left Hagen gasping, cum threatening too soon.
Hagen flipped them, strong and unyielding, his tongue exploring Siegfried's dripping cock before taking him deep. "You taste of victory," he teased between licks, "but I crave your surrender." Siegfried moaned, wet with anticipation, his pussy—no, his tight ass clenching as fingers probed. They shifted, Hagen entering him slowly at first, then hard, thrusting with obsessive rhythm. "Fuck, you're tight," Hagen panted, sweat dripping down his chest. Siegfried rode back, strong thighs flexing, "Harder, von Tronje—make me come undone." Their bodies slammed together, cum building as Hagen stroked Siegfried's cock in time. The climax hit like a storm: Siegfried came first, cum spilling hot over Hagen's hand, then Hagen followed, filling him deep with pulsing release, both panting and slick.
As they lay entwined, the obsession only deepened. Hagen whispered, "This is but the first hoard we plunder together."
The night promised more battles of the flesh ahead.
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