It made the blond male glad that Kara was happy. It was what he wanted for her. That was really more important to him than his own pleasure. He took in her reaction to his body and his hardened length and it made his heart swell to know that she felt well rewarded for her good behaviour. There were more things that Hallbjorn wanted to do to Kara, but this was the time of her reward and he was not going to interfere with what he promised her.<br/><br/>The feeling of her body pressing against his and rubbing along his length earned Kara a low, long sound of pleasure. Hallbjorn's eyes hooded just a little at this. The feeling of his length moving between her breasts had his breath hitch and his length give a particularly powerful throb with each heartbeat it spent between the soft, supple flesh of her breasts. It was as though Hallbjorn's flesh craved being in the valley formed by her breasts and was trying to tell her by reaction just how much it liked that warm, smooth entrapment.<br/><br/>Then she was on her knees and Hallbjorn could only keep himself standing when she began to explore him. Her face and mouth and tongue on different places elicited different sounds from Hallbjorn. Her tongue there might achieve a quick moan, while her lips just fractions of an inch elsewhere would force a drawn out groan. There were many different sounds that the man made for her, because of her, and while there may have been the variety of a full choir issuing from the lips of one man they all spoke to one basic truth: that what Kara was doing was causing Hallbjorn a great deal of pleasure. It was not only his lips that communicated this to the young blonde woman, but the rest of his body. His penis led the way in showing just how much her actions affected Hallbjorn, but the rest of him shook and trembled at intervals and in response to the different things that she tried. Suckling seemed to make him tremble, while licks sent shakes through his large frame. While his reactions were muted by the need not to give himself over to what she was doing and letting his immortal lust become unfurled, there was nothing that Kara did that did not result in a reaction from her tightly wound mate. He let her see as much as he could of what she was doing to him as he dared.<br/><br/>The laving of her tongue at the slit of his crown had her rewarded with drops of pre-seed. They issued forth from his glans in fat droplets, granting her a new taste of him. They came more quickly and the flow of droplets became a constant stream when her fangs scraped against his very sensitive pink flesh. The feel of her fangs on him at what was possible the softest and most vulnerable place on his body had Hallbjorn release a long, lilting moan of utter delight. He almost spent from the feeling of them on him. If only Kara knew how her accident had almost brought her large lover to his knees and made him undone.<br/><br/>When she looked up at him after Hallbjorn's vision was fogged and his mind taken up in equal measure by his control of himself and the pleasure of her fangs. When he was able to be cognizant enough of her that he could tell she was looking up at him for permission - he barely heard her small entreaty - it was still with a look hazed over with pleasure.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn nodded his head. "You have my permission." Hallbjorn told her in a voice thick with heady pleasure. "I promised my good girl that she could touch me in any way she wanted if she behaved. And my Kara was such a good girl." He told her sweetly and lovingly. Then something else came over his face, and the word he spoke to her was in the tone of voice that she dared not disobey:<br/><br/>"Bite."<br/><br/>If she acted on her need and the permission he gave her, Kara would be rewarded very well. Her fangs in his penis would not hurt him, but instead send him irresistibly into orgasm. And if it were possible for a male to have a multiple orgasm, Hallbjorn did in that case. Kara's efforts would yield to her a surfeit of his fluids: enough blood and seed to fill her mouth many times over. Every time his cock would throb and shoot his seed it would cause blood to flow as well, mingling the white and red in a twinned for her to drink down. And during the long release, Hallbjorn would not give a quiet moan or a muted groan stifled by teeth: no, his head fell back and he roared. It was a long and loud cry of pleasure that filled the bathroom with his cry of release, and it did not end until he finished his length spend of seed.