walls.
Ne’er had his desire been so carnal and magikal. Ne’er had his seed spewed for such an excruciating eternity. Ne’er had a peak so overwhelmed him.
Though he strove to remain on his forearms, his elbows wobbled under the strain. He collapsed on her, his face nestled between her breasts, but struggled to wrench one last store of energy from his reserve. He grunted and rolled over, clasping her to him, not wanting to forgo the bliss of her sheath until his prick went flaccid. His rasped breathing refused to subside. Ne’er had he been so well used and satisfied.
But had he gained strength and wisdom? He knew not and cared not. Her sweet puss hadn’t stopped milking his cock. E’en now her walls squeezed him. He dropped a kiss on her hair and stroked her spine, fingering the small bones, learning the shape of each tiny node.
She stirred, rubbed her nose in his chest hair, and her lips dusted his skin. She sneezed, and by ThMrr’s hammer, her sheath drew on his prick, a fierce clenching ’twas nigh on painful to his still engorged shaft. Much time passed before his lust-drunken stupor lifted.
“You found your pleasure this eve, wife.”
“’Tis an apt word.” Her voice was husky and low.
“On the morrow I will take you to the ship of the Eastern trader, Ali H’malik, who toasted our vows at the náttverðr. He is a friend of Konáll and mine and has many fine silks, spices, combs, and jewels. We will choose your morning gift. By rights, you should have had it this morn.”
“I need no gift, my lord. Lord Konáll’s dowry chest is generosity enough—”
He stopped her words with two fingers to her mouth. “Nay. ’Tis my pleasure and duty to provide you with a bridal gift so all will know you are valued. I will have none doubt I am well pleased with my bride.”
“I thank you, my lord.”
“Brökk.”
“Brökk.”
He heard her hesitation. “You have a query, wife?”
“The crofter’s hut you have deeded for use by Lady Gráinne and the others—’tis some distance from this lodge?” She had stiffened again.
“Nay. In the morn, I will take you there. I wouldst not separate you and your lady friends.” His prick went limp, and he slipped from her sheath with a sigh. “But now I will cleanse us.”
“Cleanse?” Her voice squeaked.
“Aye.” He lifted her to the side and kissed the tip of her nose. “I will heat the water.”
Brökk quickly warmed the water in the cauldron hanging o’er the fire, ladled a goodly amount into a basin, gathered linen squares, and returned to the bed. “Spread your legs, Skatha.”
The light from the two wall sconces he had left burning allowed him a shadowed view of her face. She bit her bottom lip while he gently wiped her sex clean and dried the tight curls leading to his Valhalla. She flicked her elbow over her eyes, and a grin chased his lips. She was shy and embarrassed, but ’twould take no time for her to grow accustomed to his loving if this eve were any evidence of her passionate nature.
“Come.” He threw the cloths aside, scooped her into his arms, and carried her over to the fire. “Is the gown ruined? No matter. We will ask Ali to find silk of this hue for you and commission another one. Slip off the cyrtel and then I will wrap you in these furs and we will partake of the food I ordered earlier.”
He sighed, for she had the guarded expression of earlier, spine in a severe straight line, lips pressed together, and once more, she avoided his gaze. “Wish you a slice of cheese, apple, bread? Tell me what you desire, wife mine.”
“Apple, my lord.”
He cut a thin morsel and fed it to her. “’Tis said you are the product of the union of the jötunn goddess Skaði and King Kenneth. True or false?”
Chapter Four
She stiffened and her nostrils flared. “True or false, my lord? I know not. I know only ’tis what has been said of me over and over. Yet the king has ne’er claimed me before the court or any
Ne’er had his desire been so carnal and magikal. Ne’er had his seed spewed for such an excruciating eternity. Ne’er had a peak so overwhelmed him.
Though he strove to remain on his forearms, his elbows wobbled under the strain. He collapsed on her, his face nestled between her breasts, but struggled to wrench one last store of energy from his reserve. He grunted and rolled over, clasping her to him, not wanting to forgo the bliss of her sheath until his prick went flaccid. His rasped breathing refused to subside. Ne’er had he been so well used and satisfied.
But had he gained strength and wisdom? He knew not and cared not. Her sweet puss hadn’t stopped milking his cock. E’en now her walls squeezed him. He dropped a kiss on her hair and stroked her spine, fingering the small bones, learning the shape of each tiny node.
She stirred, rubbed her nose in his chest hair, and her lips dusted his skin. She sneezed, and by ThMrr’s hammer, her sheath drew on his prick, a fierce clenching ’twas nigh on painful to his still engorged shaft. Much time passed before his lust-drunken stupor lifted.
“You found your pleasure this eve, wife.”
“’Tis an apt word.” Her voice was husky and low.
“On the morrow I will take you to the ship of the Eastern trader, Ali H’malik, who toasted our vows at the náttverðr. He is a friend of Konáll and mine and has many fine silks, spices, combs, and jewels. We will choose your morning gift. By rights, you should have had it this morn.”
“I need no gift, my lord. Lord Konáll’s dowry chest is generosity enough—”
He stopped her words with two fingers to her mouth. “Nay. ’Tis my pleasure and duty to provide you with a bridal gift so all will know you are valued. I will have none doubt I am well pleased with my bride.”
“I thank you, my lord.”
“Brökk.”
“Brökk.”
He heard her hesitation. “You have a query, wife?”
“The crofter’s hut you have deeded for use by Lady Gráinne and the others—’tis some distance from this lodge?” She had stiffened again.
“Nay. In the morn, I will take you there. I wouldst not separate you and your lady friends.” His prick went limp, and he slipped from her sheath with a sigh. “But now I will cleanse us.”
“Cleanse?” Her voice squeaked.
“Aye.” He lifted her to the side and kissed the tip of her nose. “I will heat the water.”
Brökk quickly warmed the water in the cauldron hanging o’er the fire, ladled a goodly amount into a basin, gathered linen squares, and returned to the bed. “Spread your legs, Skatha.”
The light from the two wall sconces he had left burning allowed him a shadowed view of her face. She bit her bottom lip while he gently wiped her sex clean and dried the tight curls leading to his Valhalla. She flicked her elbow over her eyes, and a grin chased his lips. She was shy and embarrassed, but ’twould take no time for her to grow accustomed to his loving if this eve were any evidence of her passionate nature.
“Come.” He threw the cloths aside, scooped her into his arms, and carried her over to the fire. “Is the gown ruined? No matter. We will ask Ali to find silk of this hue for you and commission another one. Slip off the cyrtel and then I will wrap you in these furs and we will partake of the food I ordered earlier.”
He sighed, for she had the guarded expression of earlier, spine in a severe straight line, lips pressed together, and once more, she avoided his gaze. “Wish you a slice of cheese, apple, bread? Tell me what you desire, wife mine.”
“Apple, my lord.”
He cut a thin morsel and fed it to her. “’Tis said you are the product of the union of the jötunn goddess Skaði and King Kenneth. True or false?”
Chapter Four
She stiffened and her nostrils flared. “True or false, my lord? I know not. I know only ’tis what has been said of me over and over. Yet the king has ne’er claimed me before the court or any
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