I choose then to place my hands on his shoulders, and I feel the built up tension immediately. So, I’m not the only one, then. Good. If he was too relaxed, then it wouldn’t seem right. I want him to feel the same as me.
Frey pulls away from our messy kiss, and he doesn’t give me much time to recover as he instantly starts kissing my neck, leaving behind a fiery trail in his wake. A fire I want to touch me over and over again, because I do not mind the stinging sensation this fire leaves after its touch.
My chest rises and falls quickly, and I barely manage to squeeze in breaths of air before his hands slip down my arms and down the curve of my body to then grab on to my hips. His hands are not wasting time, acting as if I might flee if he doesn’t move quick enough. Though, maybe he is eager?
I want to ask. Could I be bold?
His thumb presses against my hip bone, and he bites my neck once again, making me tense from how brutal his teeth feel against my flesh. I cringe and whimper with the bite, the feeling unpleasant in a way but I do not move or try to avoid his teeth.
I whimper again, and Frey licks what he has bitten, much like you see an animal in the wild do. I suppose Frey is an animal, one that I have come to slowly accept –that I am beginning to love.
Love…
Is that was this is?
The start of what I believe is love for me will end with such sinful acts, but I am no longer associated with my god. He can not judge me like he used to...I’m not a Christian in blood but a pagan Viking. Their Gods are as true as my old god.
Frey drags his lips down the crook of my neck that is exposed to him causing shivers to rack over me, and he decides to kiss my collarbone before biting it. He leaves behind another vicious bite before doing the same to the other side of my neck and in doing so more whimpers leave my mouth.
My bites are already throbbing, but he keeps leaving them one after another and I begin to get used to the pain and accept them.
Acceptance...
When he does the last and final bite around the crook of my neck, he kisses each and every one over again and moves on from my neck to my chest. The gentle kisses are not apologies for such painful bites beforehand but reassurance the pain he gives me is fleeting.
He loosens the strings to my dress, his fingers nimble and quick. He pulls it down before kissing my cleavage that was neither large nor too small. I wonder what he thinks of my chest…
I doubt my chest can compare to some beauties he has bedded before but I have to remind myself he has only shown me this place. He has only marked me and the mark on my neck tingles with renewed biting.
I breathe in sharply at the sensitivity, and he begins to move his hips, rocking them against mine which feels strangely good as the hardness that was pressing against my inner thigh earlier is now rubbing in between my legs.
Clothing might still separate us, but I can’t help but moan as the hardness pokes and prods at something that aches so badly in want for the animal that it couldn’t have in the past—an animal that I am now gladly giving myself to.
Frey gets sick and tired of the clothing or more precisely my dress which interferes, bunching between my legs and making the rocking and grinding of his hips against mine difficult. Finally having enough, he pushes my dress up, his hand removing itself from my hip to slide up my bare legs, a feeling which makes me shiver.
His hands are rough and calloused, much like his lips, but his touch makes me feel pleasant ...in so many ways. His claws are out as his animal surfaces, and that too feels good against my skin.
It was heavenly…
Why need Heaven or Vahalla when you have this?
He pushes his face between my breasts that are definitely aroused, the nipples which were initially hard and straining against the fabric of my dress before he yanked it down.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, his breath fanning out against my breast and his hands grip my hips tightly as he awaits a reply.
I can no longer see his face but instead, hear his voice.
I want to see his face again and I open my eyes slowly, my breath hitching when I look at him.
He is trying to control himself or more like the animal inside of him that wants to break free and take control. I can tell from the way his claws trail against my skin and the way his eyes seem to be a brighter blue than usual.
I notice this every time I catch glimpses in our most heated moments. Either arguments or that kiss we shared….I know now that his wolf is at the surface. I can not only see it but sense the primal instinct of want of the female in front of it.
I pant heavily, and I reply, “There’s no going back now...even if I wanted to.”
He inhales deeply, and he mutters, “You are aroused...I never smelled you so strongly before...but I worry you might regret it, Ellie.”
“And so are you…” I mutter feeling the cock that still presses against me in desperate want. A hardness that would do anything to get satiated. “And I will not regret it. I promise you.”
Where has this boldness from me come from? I never expected my night to end like this...in bed with Frey. It is like something in me awakened, whispering in my heart to accept him and not let the opportunity slip by me.
I wonder if it is Freya’s whispers which led me here, her desire to make two of her children bear fruit.
More heat floods to my cheeks and I feel Frey pull away from me before he takes off the rest of my dress, pulling it up and over my head. We struggle briefly, my body sluggish from our activities and him being impatient, wishing to continue.
The fabric no longer hugs my sides or clings to me, and I feel vulnerable and exposed, but I don’t move to cover myself. A true Viking woman would not feel shy about being naked in front of the eyes of a man who would soon be bedding her.
Underneath I wear nothing to cover my chest, and Frey’s eyes immediately zone in on my exposed parts once he discards the dress on the floor beside us.
His eyes are wolfish, holding a predatory glint and excitement to them at seeing my nakedness for the first time. His eyes become inhuman, the colored portion expanding until all white is gone as he examines my breasts in more detail with his gaze.
He adjusts himself before he gropes my breasts with both his hands that cover them fully. He rubs at the hardened nipples that are tender, and I whimper as I naturally let my legs part for him. The feeling is overwhelming, my body guiding me and helping my mind muddled with thoughts about what I should do next.
He moves between my parted legs, and as he massages my chest, he resumes with the rocking motion against my hips. The feeling is more intense, my underwear being the only barrier, the bulge in his pants pushing against a part of me which wanted to open to him.
It is also as if he wants me to feel just as aroused as he is, slowly torturing me with that motion. I shudder more as one of his hands leaves my breasts so he can lean down and flick his tongue against my sore and already molested nipple.
It isn’t long before he takes the entire nipple into his mouth and suckles on it, making me moan even louder than I have ever done so before. His sharp teeth grazes the hardened bud, but they do not harm it, just graze it.
He bites slightly at the tortured nipple before he moves on to the other breast that is unattended to and he swirls his tongue around the hardened bud before taking the entire thing in his mouth once more and sucking on it.
I gasp loudly, and I press my hips back into his making him growl, a growl to which I feel the vibrations against my breast he is suckling on. It feels surprisingly good and makes me even more aroused.
“Frey,” I begin to moan out, feeling uncomfortable in my own body from that repeating throbbing motion coming from in between my legs. The only way I can describe it is that I felt empty inside.
He pulls away from my breast, and I notice each of my nipples are covered in a shiny coat of salvia as I stare down at him.
“I feel like I might harm you, lass. You’re human...” His che
st heaves up and down, and his eyebrows knit. He looks frustrated, sweat building on his forehead, making it glossy.
I prop myself up slightly, and I ask, “Hurt me?”
“Yes. We’re rough with our women, and you haven’t been accepted by Fenrir yet. Therefore, we are at different levels of strength. You’re human still...I worry. If I get into it, I might not realize I am hurting you. I won’t think, and I will let a beast out,” he explains. “A beast which wants nothing more than to ravish you…Bite…Mark…Claim.”
“I trust you can control this beast then,” I mutter. “It is a part of you, after all.”
I stretch my arm out towards him, and slip it underneath his shirt. I want to feel him like he is feeling me. I want to learn him too, and I feel hard and pure muscle underneath my fingertips. It feels unreal, how much muscle he has.
I go farther up before I graze my fingers across his nipples, and a growl leaves his throat. Before I know it, my arms are slammed down on either side of me, and Frey looks at me with aggression.
He looks scary when he gazes down at me, but I don’t feel frightened. His eyes are dark, his jaw set, and his muscles tensed. Maybe he doesn’t want me touching him…I overheard in secret Leif saying how he wants Runa to initiate touching, and the one time she did, Leif bragged to Frey for months. He still was.
I thought...
I begin to think he doesn’t want to continue anymore, but he smacks his lips against mine roughly. It doesn’t take him long to find the last article of my clothes, and he shreds my underwear with his claws, the fabric tearing easily and off my body unlike my dress he had trouble removing.
Maybe he didn’t want to ruin my dress. Noma would be upset. She paid a lot of coin for a dress so beautiful. A token of her love for me, a daughter she never had until now.
I gasp, and he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue in, pushing eagerly against mine and teaching me pleasurable ways to move it against his own. His eyes are open during our kiss, watching me as he places his hand on my abdomen.
I keep my eyes open, though not fully. I struggle with my breathing unlike him who has experience...It is unfair.
My arms are now set free as he no longer has them pinned at my side. Once they are let go, I begin to want to touch him, but I am hesitant, and I leave my arms at my side. He probably doesn’t like my touch as much as I liked his.
Frey lets his hands slide down my body before they travel in between my legs. His fingers rub against a spot which feels good, and he continues to move them in circular motions in this spot while applying slight pressure. He is very careful not to prick me with his fingernails which are now claws.
I moan into his mouth, and my fingers twitch as he continues to tease me, knowing that place, in particular, felt good to me.
He eventually tires of the motion, and he pulls his fingers away, placing both his hands on my hips. Without saying anything he lifts my bottom half off the bed of furs, and he pulls away from our kiss.
He licks down my body before he buries his head in between my legs, making me tense as his tongue licks my folds, tasting me, and experiencing me for the first time.
I gasp, and I grab ahold of the soft furs underneath as his tongue pushes inside of me without hesitation or warning. Though, he hadn’t warned me of the other things he has done either…
He slides his tongue in and out of my opening that twitches at its warmth. Though his tongue is not as warm as the organ between his legs, I feel more fluid leave my vagina, adding to the wetness caused by his tongue’s repeated lapping outside and inside of me.
This wetness, this essence which is mine, is fueled by a fire which is building in my lower abdomen. And with each roll and loll of his tongue, my stomach clenches, and my breathing hitches and more liquid seeps from my opening.
The feelings he stirs in me makes me moan and my eyes water from the pleasure I am currently feeling. He groans against me, and I feel his groan from every inch of my body, especially down below where he resided.
He then twirls his tongue inside of me making me shudder and for me to move my hips shamefully, trying to push and seduce him, telling him his tongue wasn’t enough for the ache I currently felt.
A tingling sensation begins to spread, and I feel the heat residing in my belly grow, the fire even bigger with every little push and twirl of his tongue. I especially enjoy the twirling motion…how his tongue sinfully tastes every part inside of me.
He gives one last lick with the flat of his tongue before he pulls away and I wait for a few seconds, but he doesn’t return.
“Don’t stop,” I beg shamefully as I feel empty inside and I clench my eyes shut not wanting to look at Frey, too embarrassed to do so.
“I wasn’t going to,” he responds, his voice course, and his breathing heavy. I then hear another article of clothing hit the ground, more than one. It sounds like him kicking off his boots.
I reopen my eyes to look at him, and his top half is naked, sweat making his chest glossy like his forehead. It isn’t the first time I have seen Frey shirtless, but it sure feels like I am seeing him in an entirely different light. I want to touch him, to kiss him, to tell him I love him...and push against him, closing any space between us.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, and he leans down, topping me again, and claiming my lips once more.
This time he pushes his hips against mine, and I feel the hotness in his pants rub against me as it did not too long ago.
He pulls away from our kiss again, and he whispers huskily in my ear, our bodies still close, “I’m going to enter you...It might hurt if you’re still...innocent.”
Yes, I heard rumors during a lady’s first time it would hurt, and she might bleed. I suppose tonight it will, as I never laid with a man before, my values and my religion plaguing me and making me never seek out a man for such things.
In my head, I want to be doing such things once I get married, not before. Frey had asked me to marry him once...I wonder if after this he would ask me again and what my reply would be the next time around.
His father’s words still bother me, “After you fuck her and get it out of your system, put her back where you found her and pick out a nice Danish girl like your brother...”
I hope Frey isn’t following his father’s advice. I believe in Frey...
Tonight, I have no values, and I don’t have my religion haunting me. I just want Frey. I don’t want to think, I already have too much time for that. If Frey is doing just as his father told him, I am still a shield maiden. I do not need Frey, I am my own person.
I feel him shift slightly and his hips drift from mine before I feel a heat press back against me, a heat which I know was his cock freed from his pants.
I shiver, and he murmurs and mocks, “You’re so wet...Who would think Christian women actually could be lewd? I was led to believe all women from England were prudes.”
I open my mouth to say something but Frey lifts my hips off the ground before he slowly begins to push inside of me with his length, my full attention diverting to his actions as his other hand that wasn’t gripping my hips is holding his cock to position it inside of me.
My body yields to him, parting for him as if it is so natural. My wetness and the wetness he added making it all too easy for him to slip the beginning of him inside me.
It looked strange, veiny and kind of lighter-skinned than the rest of his body. He had some dark hair above his groin, but that much was to be expected. It wasn’t coarse but rather thin unlike the hair on top of his head which was thick.
Thick...I believe you could say Frey’s cock was such. His length wasn’t too small, but it wasn’t extremely large either like I hear some women gossip about with certain men. He was a pretty decent size; still, average, I suppose.
How would I know? I didn’t have anyone to compare him to.
I feel his body shudder at the new sensations, and before long he pushes all the way inside of me, not wanting to wait any longer to be envel
oped by the heat drawing him in and he sighs heavily.
I tense, my muscles go rigid, and I feel pain just as I expect, and Frey had told me that I might feel, unsure of the innocence I held intact until this moment.
“So, you are an innocent lass,” he murmurs to himself sounding almost surprised. “I wasn’t so sure after some of the rumors I heard when I first got back to the village...but you have proved them wrong.”
I clench my teeth, and I try and shift, feeling uncomfortable, but Frey keeps my body pinned with his, telling me he wasn’t letting me go.
“It hurts,” I protest, and I bite my lip uncaring that his words annoyed me.
The pleasure I feel is replaced with sudden pain, nothing remaining of that brief Heaven or Valhalla feeling. Doubt of future pleasure weighs on me, but does it matter If I never experience it again? I know I will try this again with Frey even if I feel pain the whole time. There is still a closeness I achieved…It is hard to explain.
My eyes water slightly from the pain, but I try my best to mask it.
No, a shield maiden would not cry over such things.
My heart is pounding, and Frey whispers, wiping the tears from the corner of my eye before they can spill, “Settle down, lass. I promise the pain will go away, just give it time.”
He begins to move, and I grip his shoulders, my fingers curling into his flesh. His movements start out slow, but I can tell he craves to go much faster. To be rough with me as his wolf desires, to devour me, but this is Frey. It isn’t his wolf...yet.
He leans down, kissing my cheek as he eases himself in and out of me, slow and without rhythm and as time passes like this I begin to forget about the momentary pain. It still lingers, but I am beginning to feel things and different sensations.
Like how I feel with his member throbbing while inside of me, or the fact of how hot it feels or how nice it seemed to fit…All these thoughts begin to take place, and I feel Frey’s muscles tense, a sign of frustration, or perhaps how his wolf is fighting to be dominant now.
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