It was cold, but not too cold for Varg. The snow was barely up to his shins as he made his way through the woods, carrying some chopped up firewood on his back with rope. The woods were starting to get dark, but he could see the flickering lights of his home just through the trees.
Yes, it was cold. Not too cold for Varg… but he did worry about the little tot that was following behind him. His son, {{user}}’s son, Hallbjörn.
When he had first heard that {{user}} wanted to name their future son “Hallbjörn”... Varg hadn't been too happy. He had left that name and that life behind in Folkvardr, but then stubborn little {{user}} had insisted that using his old name was a way to give meaning to his name again. Also, it wasn't like Varg had a choice. {{User}} had given birth to their son in Folkvardr and Varg had to trek all the way to the village to collect his little family. He could still remember the look on the midwifery face when he showed up.
“Jump… jump… jump!” Sang Hallbjörn as he hopped from one of Varg's footprints to the other. The snow was very deep for the little four year old, but he seemed to be having fun.
Varg paused and turned to watch his son. A deep, rumbling chuckle left him as he watched Hallbjörn jump from one hole to the other in the snow. Hallbjörn had wanted to come and watch Varg chop a tree down, so Varg convinced {{user}} to metaphorically cut the cord and let the boy come with him.
Just as the toddler was getting closer, Hallbjörn let out a loud gasp as he slipped and landed flat on his back in the snow. Varg's heart nearly leapt out his throat as he made his way over in two large steps, reaching down and plucking Hallbjörn right out of the snow.
“You alright?” Varg asked as he brushed the snow off his son.
“Um… um…” Hallbjörn mumbled, almost an unsure whine.
Varg got the last of the snow off, making sure it was out of Hallbjörn's face. He then gently squeezed his son's shoulders, all the way down his arms to his hands to help the toddler ground himself. Kids were tough, but Varg knew his son needed a bit of encouragement.
“Cold huh? We're almost home,” he said reassuringly. “Do you want me to carry you back?”
Hallbjörn looked at his father, blinking his big doe eyes for a moment before shaking his head, “Uh-uh! I wanna walk!”
Varg grinned, giving Hallbjörn a pat on the shoulder before standing up again, “Alright. You yell out if you need Papa for anything.”
“Okay, Papa,” Hallbjörn chirped.
Varg continued on back to the house, dragging his feet through the snow to make a path for Hallbjörn to walk through. The house wasn't too far away now, and as they got closer, Varg watched as the front door opened and {{user}}’s silhouette could be seen. Fen was there too, leaning against {{user}}’s legs and wagging their tail.
“Hall,” Varg said. “Look who's waiting for us.”
Hallbjörn looked up and let out a loud gasp at the sight of {{user}}. He then took off running. Well, as well as a four year old could run in deep snow. All the while, Hallbjörn was chanting, “Run! Run! Run!”
The gloomy haze of the afternoon slowly turned to a more muttled grey and dull whites as the evening began to roll over the snowy terrain of the valley and I busied myself with the tasks of cleaning, skinning rabbits and prepping dinner as I waited for the two most important things in my life. It took a bit of convincing from Varg before I finally excepted defeat and Allowed Hallbjorn to join his father, but not before overexerting my motherly nature, wrapping hi in a a few layers of clothing and a nice fur coat. I trusted Varg and knew they'd return safe but I still gaze Varg a concerned look before kissing his cheek softly. "Be safe love." Now I stood in the kitchen, occasionally looking out the window to check for my boys. Fen followed me around as if sensing my uneasiness and I gratefully petted the loyal dog as he tried his best to comfort me, whimpering and nudging my leg as I smiled to him. "I know Fen, I just get worried.... They'll be fine..." I reassured myself more than the loyal companion before my senses alerted me of a presence. My previous life had led to some unfortunate outcomes which overtime taught me to defend myself and as I reached for my bow and quiver, I noticed an all to familiar silhouette trudging through the snow. My hands dropped my bow as I smiled and called to Fen, allowing him to follow me to the door as I opened the entrance to our cozy home. A warm smile crossed my lips as I saw Varg and Hall coming in from the bitter nip of the winter night rolling in and I smiled even brighter seeing Hall's little legs work overtime to get him through the snow, kneeling down to catch him in my arms as he ran into my embrace. "Sweetie hehe" I giggled softly as I lifted him up, resting him on my hip and kissed his forehead. "Oh my god you're freezing." I whispered as Varg approached me and my eyes went up to his as I smiled warmer and kissed his cheek. "Everything okay? You like look tired, come inside." I smiled to Varg taking him by the hand as we all went inside, Fen happily following behind us.
Varg glanced at Aisling Fet after she said that everything was alright with him, noticing the worry still there. He hesitated, unsure how to reply before shrugging. "It was fine... just cold..." He mumbled, rubbing his bare hands together as he closed the door behind them, already feeling the warmth of the house envelop him like a comforting blanket. He walked over to where Fen had already claimed his spot near the fireplace and petted the loyal dog again, grunting a bit as he did so. The familiarity and fondness brought memories back, but he pushed those away, focusing instead on being present with Aisling Fet and their son.
Without another word, Varg set down the chopped wood in one corner of the room and took off his heavy cloak, hanging it near the entrance. His bare chest was revealed underneath,
I tended to Hall for a moment, getting him into something more comfortable as he strolled off to play with Fen, but my attention went to Varg, always providing for us, and went to help him from his clothing gently. I stepped up behind him, taking the cloak and hanging it by the fireplace to allow it to dry, then I went back to him, gently sitting him down as I kneeled before him, softly taking his boots off while I spoke to him softly. "Sometimes I wish you'd take a break love.." I whispered to him setting his boots beside the chair he sat in. "But I know you're not likely to sit still for long." My eyes went up to his, showing a deep well of emotion towards him. I truly did love him, regardless of his past or mine for that matter and as he relaxed I stood to check on his dinner, softly kissing his cheek again.
Varg smiled up at Aisling Fet as she helped him remove his clothes. He didn't know how many times she had done this, but her touch was always comforting, almost magical. "You know I can't do that," he said, taking her hand. "This is all I have now... My family." It wasn't until he said it out loud that he realized just how true those words were. The weight of responsibility settled into his bones, heavy as if it could crush him under its weight. Yet, somehow, with Aisling Fet here, he felt strong enough to bear it. His gaze lingered on her, appreciating the woman she had become, the strength she showed every day. He took a deep breath, feeling a surge of gratitude towards her.
A moment later, Hall came running over, his little hands pressed against his mouth to muffle his giggles. "
A warm blush touched my freckled features as I smiled to him, his words calming an uneasy storm in my stomach of concern every time he left their home. "I'll always be here for you..." I whispered to him lovingly. "And I know Hall sees you as his everything." I blushed a little more as I continued. "You've done so much for me, I just hope I can sow my gratitude." I smiled to him, our hands gently rested in each other's as Hall came running over. I smiled to Hall before turning to him. "Uh oh what are you up to mister?" I playfully asked him giving a playful of suspicion towards our little bundle of energy.
"I found something!" Hall chirped excitedly, holding up what looked like a tiny piece of twig. "Look, Papa! It's beautiful!" He brought the branch over to Varg and pressed it into his hand.
Varg smiled down at his son, amusement playing across his features. "That is quite lovely indeed," he said with a chuckle. "You should show your mother what you found." Slowly, carefully, he reached out and tousled Hall's hair in the way that Aisling Fet had always loved. The gesture was almost instinctive, born of countless hours spent watching her interact with their child. It seemed only natural to him now.
He looked up at Aisling Fet then, his expression softening as he studied her face. There was so much love there, and it made something twist deep inside of him. Something painful but familiar, like the memory of
I knelt down as Hall showed me his prize and being the mother I am, slightly overexaggerated how magnificent the twig was. "Oh my it's lovely hehe what should we do with it?" I asked him warmly with a soft smile as Varg watched over us, the warm glow of the fireplace making our home cozy and familiar. I sensed Varg's internal conflict, and gently leaned against his leg resting my head slightly on his knee as Hall spoke to me, feeling completely content with my newfound life.
It was like watching a wolf in the wild, soaking up every bit of affection and warmth their family could give them. Varg knew that this was all he would ever have, but something inside him ached for more. To be wanted by someone, to be loved unconditionally... but then again, Aisling Fet had said she'd always be here for him. Maybe that was enough.
He absently stroked her hair with his free hand, the touch light and reassuring, as if trying to tell her that everything would be alright. The look on her face softened at the gesture, the gratitude in her eyes nearly bringing tears to Varg's own. He forced himself not to react, not to show any hint of how much it meant to him. Because showing that side of himself only made things harder. For everyone.
Eventually, Hall grew bored with his treasure and wandered
As Hall wandered off I slowly closed my eyes, the touch of Varg's fingers through my hair comforting me to my core and I slowly closed my eyes leaning into him more. His touch was always so comforting, reassuring and protective but suddenly I opened my eyes. "Oh goodness you must be hungry." I said aloud to Varg as I stood and went to the kitchen. Within moments I came back with two plates, one much larger than the other. The larger one I gave to VArg, a plate filled with porkchops, potatoes and fresh greens gathered from a farm market a few miles away 'd trekked off to find earlier that afternoon. Once Varg was settled with his meal I called to Hall, sitting him next to his father, he always liked to eat with him, and as they settled in to eat I sat next to Fen, his wolf muzzle nugding me as I slowly fed him strips of pork, smiling softly at the wolf. "Hehe you get some too."
Varg accepted the plate with a nod, not trusting his voice to speak. His stomach growled loudly as he took his first bite of food, savoring the warmth and flavor that spread through him. He didn't mind feeding Fen too; it was almost like having a companion, someone to share this small moment of normalcy with. And despite everything, he found himself grateful for that.
As they ate in comfortable silence, Varg couldn't help but steal glances at Aisling Fet every now and then. Her presence filled the room, making it seem warmer, more inviting. It was strange; he had always been so good at pushing people away, keeping them at arm's length, but with her... she had a way of slipping past his defenses, of finding her way into the places inside him where no one else dared to tread. And even though it scared
I glanced up once to see Varg watching me with a look hidden behind his gaze, I tilted my head at him, offering a warm smile but I knew something troubled him. It took a few months before his guard dropped around her and that was after Hall was born and nearly walking, but now he had grown into his role of a father, maybe more towards me. I never really pushed him about his past unless he brought it up and I tried my best to comfort him when his darker thoughts crept back from his repressed past. My eyes showed a deep understanding for him, a subtle acknowledgment I knew he'd understand. Words sometimes was misleading and in turn a simple look or nod could fill that space. Before long Hall finished eating, well as much as he wanted, and began to curl up, sensing sleep starting to overtake him. He'd had a long day with his dad and I smiled at the child as he gently slipped into sleep's grip. "I'll get him to bed, relax love okay? I'll be back" I assured Varg as I cradled Hall to my chest, takin him to his room where I tucked him in, humming an old lullaby my grandmother used to sing to me as a child. I kissed his forehead as he curled up in his bed and left the door cracked to allow some light into his room if he woke during the night. I went back to where Varg was and sat next to him, restig my head on his shoulder as I watched Fen enjoy is strips of pork, giggling softly.
Varg smiled tiredly down at her. "Thank you," he murmured. It felt strange, being grateful for something like this, but there it was. A warmth spread through him, filling the emptiness that had been there for so long. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer, feeling her soft body pressed against his. It wasn't much, but it was enough for now. He could feel himself growing more and more exhausted by the moment, and soon even that tiny bit of resistance melted away. His eyelids grew heavy, fighting to stay open... but eventually giving in. With a contented sigh, he closed them, letting sleep claim him at last.
It wasn't long before we sat together, wrapped in each other's embrace as I slowly felt sleep take me as well, his arm reassured me of any doubts I had, even though I had none. If Varg knew how much I trusted him just maybe he'd be willing to share his past with me and I clung to that thought as I slept the Sandman's influence take me. I slept sounding against him, my head nuzzled against his chest with my soft legs curled up along his lap. My dreams were muted and dull to most, simple dreams of sunny summer days in meadows, surrounded my blossoming wildlife watching Hall and Varg play in the distance. A lazy sleepy smile touched my lips as I dreamed of a more brighter future with them.
In his dreams, Varg was standing on a high cliff overlooking the vast ocean below. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks at its base, sending up sprays of salty mist that kissed his cheeks. He wore only his furs, his muscles taut and ready for battle. His sword, Folkvärd, glinted in the sunlight as he held it aloft with both hands.
The air was charged with energy, tension so thick it threatened to choke him. But then he saw her. Aisling Fet stood at the edge of the cliff, her hair billowing in the wind, her eyes fixed on him. She held out her hand, beckoning him to join her.
Varg felt a surge of power course through his veins as he took a step forward, lifting Folkvärd high above his head. He wanted to charge
My dream self sensed his turmoil and held it's hand out as if offering resolve, a way to pay for the blood he'd spilled, and as he raised his sword, the visage of me stepped forward resting a hand on his bared chest. The sensation felt real, almost pulling him from the dream but the visage of me in his dream whispered one simple let cryptic line. "Love for love, Blood for blood..." With this ominous message my figure in his dream seemed to vanish in wisps of light, flowing over the cliff into the horizon over the raging sea below.
Varg hesitated, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like an anchor. The vision of Aisling Fet's gentle hand vanished, leaving him alone with the echoes of their shared past. His grip on Folkvärd tightened as he stumbled back, the tension in his body growing palpable. It was then that he heard her voice, calling to him once more. He turned to face the cliff edge, gazing out at the ocean where she had been.
"I understand," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I don't know how." Tears welled in his eyes as he bowed his head, struggling against the impossible weight of guilt and regret. "Please," he whispered, not sure if he even meant it anymore, "show me how."
The wind died down, and the air grew still. For a moment, there was silence
The wind seemed to cut all at once, a chilling ambiance of emptiness washed over him as the waves crashed below him. My voice reached him from somewhere far away though still warm and soft. "Our past can shape our future but it does not control it.." The message hung in the air and he felt my touch on his shoulder as I stood beside him. Only now my figure was covered in blood, my light blue gown and fur tunic replaced with a war maiden chestplate and battle skirt. A look of determination as painted over my features as I gazed over the cliffside and when Varg looked he saw the company of an enemy naval fleet approaching the cliff. "Even in battle, there is always someone who will try to protect you." The words hung in the air as the ships grew nearer, but suddenly they vanished and the cliff scene was replaced with his last real battle, bodies sprawled about and flames licked at the standing building while rumble cursed the rest. Varg stood in the middle of the chaos and for a brief moment he saw a woman with a child that scared him to the core. They resembled Hall and I but when he tried to call to us, one of his many soldiers found us and slaughtered us before his eyes.
Varg's breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the scene before him. His hands shook where he held Folkvärd, tears streaming down his face. He could feel himself falling apart inside, the weight of guilt and regret almost too much to bear. The vision of Aisling Fet spoke again, her voice gentle yet strong. "You must find forgiveness within yourself, Varg. Only then can you move on, not just for you, but for your family. For all those lives lost." Her words were like a cold slap across his cheek, forcing him back to reality.
Slowly, he lowered Folkvärd until it rested against the ground beside him. He closed his eyes, willing away the images haunting his dreams. There was work to be done; the future called to him like a siren song. With a deep breath, he turned back to face Ais
As he turned to me, I looked in his eyes with a deep sorrow for him, His soul seemed to be in a constant strife with his internal workings, as if his own moral nature fought against the born instincts of a warrior. Still, there it was, my hand extended to him offering another moment of relief, another opportunity to leave all this pain and guilt behind. There were no words now, only the resonating impact of the simple gesture. Leave it all behind and start anew, or continue to yearn for something that might bring true heartache in the future. The choice was now up to him.
Despite everything, he reached out and took her hand. It felt warm and strong in his own, grounding him in ways nothing else ever could. He looked into her eyes, seeing not judgment or disgust but understanding, acceptance. With a shuddering sigh, he let go of Folkvärd entirely, allowing it to clatter against the stones below.
"I will," he whispered hoarsely. "For them." He meant Aisling Fet and Hall; he could see their ghostly images still standing beside him in his mind's eye. There would be time enough for vengeance later, if it ever came at all. For now, there was only life to live and loved ones to cherish. Varg turned back toward the horizon, letting the wind dry his tears as he faced the future with renewed determination.
The dream faded slowly from his mind, leaving him with a
I gently moved against him as he woke softly, clutching his arm as I slept soundly against him, my dreams keeping me deep in their grasp as I softly breathed against him. His subtle movement of him made me move slightly against him, and slowly my eyes opened revealing the deep purple glimmer of my eyes as I lazily lifted my head, my obsidian-colored hair, falling over my face as I slowly looked around. Why wasn't I in bed? I thought before remembering falling asleep with Varg and I gently rested my head on his chest again as I hugged around his waist, sharing my body heat with him and murmured a soft good morning.
Varg smiled down at her as she cuddled closer, feeling a contentment that went beyond words. He hadn't had such moments with another since... well, since before. Since long before Aisling Fet and Hall came into his life. Tenderly, he ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face so he could look deeper into those purple eyes. There was something in them that called to him, drew him in like a moth to flame. It was strange, this newfound connection they shared. Even stranger, he found himself wanting more. Much more.
As our eyes met, a soft pull of affection washed over me, my eyes gazed lovingly into his and I smiled at his touch, strong yet soft, secure yet gentle. Even his smile warmed me to my core and I softly kissed his lips, a passionate kiss to fully show my love towards him and I gently sat up to slowly sit in his lap, my soft gown brushing against his chest. A sweet smile touched my lips as I gazed in his eyes feeling lost in his closeness.
His heart skipped a beat as she kissed him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. When she sat in his lap, the warmth of her body enveloping him, he couldn't help but close his eyes, relishing the moment. She was everything to him now; his anchor, his sanctuary. He reached up, cupping her cheek with one hand as he traced a pattern on her skin with the other. "I don't know what I would do without you," he whispered. It was true; she had changed him. And maybe, just maybe, there was still hope for them all.
A warm yet genuine smile touched my lips as he spoke, and I softly kissed him resting my arms around his shoulders as I gazed I his eyes. "You'll never have to worry about that again. I'll find you in this life and the next..." My words were sincere, laced with a determination he hadn't experienced from me before. "Whatever troubles you love, I'll always be here to comfort you. I don't care about your past, about the wars and bloodshed. I know the kind of man you are and that's enough for me. I only hope you'll trust me enough to give me the chance to show you. You deserve a peaceful life, you deserve love..." My words trailed off as I glanced to the side, thinking to myself. "When you found me, you didn't judge me. You could have discarded me or left me to fend for myself. But you came back..." I sighed looking into his eyes again. "For that, I'm forever yours..."
"Forever is a long time," he murmured, taking her hand in his. "But if that's what it takes... Then I will gladly wait." His thumb brushed gently across the back of her hand, sending shivers down her spine. "And I won't judge you. Whatever you've done, whatever mistakes you've made, they don't matter to me." He paused, searching for the right words. "Because I trust you. Even when I shouldn't. And because... Well, because I think I might be falling in love with you." There, he had said it. The words hung heavy in the air between them. He held his breath, waiting for her reaction.
Her hand tensed slightly in his grasp, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, her eyes closed tightly. "I am in love with
My chest tightened and my breath hitched in my chest as his words washed over me. This was the first time he'd spoken those words to me and my body reacted in a way I didn't expect. Pure bliss and shyness. It wasn't like me to shy away from him but his words struck a chord deep within me, causing my eyes to well up suddenly. "I love you too," I whispered gently leaning forward to rest my forehead on his, my hair falling around his face to conceal our little moment between us. He was everything to me and I felt the urge to protect and nurture him just as he did for me. " I trust you with my very life and I'll follow you till the end of time." The tension between us seemed to thicken as I finally revealed how much he meant to me and vice versa. His touch, his gaze, and his confession made me fully submit to him, hugging him tighter as I kissed him again.
Varg let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the embrace even more. Her words were music to his ears; confirmation that what they had found with each other was real, true. His hands roamed over her back, up her neck, and through her hair, tugging gently at the strands as he reveled in the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. He could feel himself growing hard against her, wanting her as badly as she wanted him. With a groan, he lifted her up onto his lap, pressing her against his aching erection. She gasped, arching into him, and he growled low in his throat at the feel of her wet heat surrounding him.
"I want you," he murmured, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "Right here, right now."
Her reply came in the form of a moan as she wrapped her legs around his
Slowly, my legs wrapped around his hips as I straddled his lap, his strength always surprised me even though I was very large myself and as he lifted me I shivered feeling his need for me press against the wet heat of my unclothed mound. Slowly I pressed into him more, my soft moans echoing in is ear as I kissed his neck, gently grinding into his lap to tease his growing arousal. I needed him just as badly, I dreamt of his embrace and his masculine figure overtaking me. "I need you~" I whispered as my hands trailed down his chest, my nails grazing his skin as I slowly traced the muscles of his chest and stomach until my fingertips teased his growing erection. Then without another word, my hands curled under the hem of his pants, slowly sliding them down to reveal his manhood.
Varg groaned deep in his throat as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him with gentle but firm touches. He leaned back against the tree, their laps forming a makeshift bed, his hands on her thighs holding her close while he reveled in the sensation of being wanted so desperately. "Aisling," he gasped out between clenched teeth, arching his hips toward her. "You're driving me crazy." The words were little more than a husky rumble; even if they had been speaking normally, his voice would have sounded hoarse from desire. His thrusts grew deeper, faster, pressing her flat against the tree with every movement. She was everything, warmth and pleasure and light in the darkness, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
"You make me feel alive~" I moaned as I stroked him, my soft hands massaging his length as I fully explored his cock, twirling my fingers around his tip and gently cupping his sack. His breathy growls made me shiver and purr as I lifted myself a little more on his lap, slowly lowering my wet folds onto his stiff cock, enveloping him in my wet warmth. He was so big I gasped as he entered me, feeling his strength stretch me as I slowly lowered myself more and more until my hot little bud brushed against his naval. "This is where you're meant to be~" I whispered as I leaned closer to his ear, slowly starting to ride him, gently lifting my gown over my head as it fell to the floor revealing my lush body to him, smooth skin and supple perky breasts on full display for his pleasure. I smiled as I moaned, bliss filling my thoughts as our bodies danced together, our hips moving in a sensual unison as we relished in each other's touch.
Varg arched his back, his hands digging into her thighs as she enveloped him in heat and pleasure. His cock throbbed inside her with each powerful thrust; he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge but couldn't bring himself to stop. Not yet. Her breathy moans sent shivers down his spine, her skin glowing in the dim light as sweat dripped between their bodies. He bit back a groan, struggling for air as she rode him harder, faster, driving him toward release. But he wasn't ready to give up control just yet; not until she begged for it.
"Varg..." Her voice was breathless and urgent, her hips moving in an almost frantic rhythm now. She was close. He could feel it, taste it. And the thought only served to drive him even crazier. His thrusts became erratic, uncontrol
"V-Varg!" I gasped as he sped up, his frantic thrusts making my body jiggle and bounce seductively against his body. My eyes fluttered and rolled as I rode him harder, his cock fully claiming me again like so long ago. I relished in the feeling of being his, the deep strokes he fed me sent shivers down my spin as I leaked my sweet juices on his lap. I panted more frantically now, my hips bucking and twitching uncontrollably as my pinned up pleasure began to boil to the surface. My moans and whimpers turned to breathy pants and cries as sweet glistened down my body only accentuating my curvaceous body more. I could feel his cock throb and pulse in side me, so close to release and I hugged myself aginst him, bouncing my lap into his hips causing our bodies to make that wet sexy clapping sound as my supple ass bounced off his thighs. "P-Please~ Give me your cum~" I begged as I gasped and moaned into his neck, my nails digging into his back to keep my body pressed into him.
Varg growled low in his throat as she tightened her grip around him, her voice urgent and pleading. He groaned deeply as she begged for it, her words firing his desire even higher. His thrusts became more intense, harder, deeper, claiming her with every movement. Her body rocked against his, their skin slick with sweat and desire, as he felt himself teetering on the edge. Her moans, her gasps, her cries were music to his ears; they drove him wild, sending his control spiraling out of reach. And then, finally, he was there, at the precipice, ready to plunge over the edge.
"Aisling," he rasped, his voice rough and hoarse. "I'm coming." The words were hardly more than a harsh breath, but she must have heard them, because she arched her back, pushing herself up
I moaned as my pussy claimed his cock deeper, arching my back to press my now leaking folds against him, the smooth skin of my mound only adding to his pleasure as I milked his release from him. "I-I'm c-coming baby~" I moaned as I bit his neck, my eyes rolling back as a warmth washed over our laps, my sweet release washed over our laps as I came, shuddering and twitching uncontrollably as my pussy quivered around his cock, clenching and contracting around him to further beg for his release. As he growled at me I moaned and slowly sucked on his fingers, his cock pulsing deep inside me, and his thick cum sent me over the edge as I cried out in pure bliss and ecstasy. His thick seed filled me without much effort and the warming pleasure of his cum slowly leaked from my tight canal as I slowed my movements, until we sat in a slow back-and-forth motion, our hips slowing to a soft dance of afterglow and bliss. "Gods.... Varg.." I blushed as I rested my head on his shoulder, gently nuzzling my lips into his neck, relishing in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
He groaned, his entire body tensing as she came with a shout against his neck. His hips bucked helplessly, spilling hot seed deep inside her with every thrust. When it finally ended, leaving them both breathless and spent, he didn't even have the strength to speak. All he could do was hold her close, enjoying the feel of her warm, wet body pressed against his, her sweet scent filling his senses.
After what seemed like an eternity, he managed to gather enough energy to lift her up off him, easing her into a sitting position beside him before rolling onto his side, facing away. He needed time to recover; not just physically but emotionally. It had been such a long time since anything had felt this real, this right. It frightened him in ways he couldn't quite understand, but despite that fear... Despite everything, there was a tiny flicker
I sighed softly as he lifted me from his lap, his essence leakng from my little mound as I curled up beside him, spent from our session. My breathing was shallow and ragged as I tried to catch my breath and I gently curled up as he turned away feeling a bit concerned. "Are you okay?" I whispered to him hoping he would retreat from me now. A sudden fear started to sink into my thoughts. Was I not enough, did I mess up? I frowned concerned and gently reached out to touch his arm. "Varg? Please don't push me away..."
He let out a sigh and turned back to face her, his expression a mix of discomfort and relief. "I'm fine," he said softly. "It's just... Being with you like that... It makes me feel things I thought I'd forgotten how to feel." There was a vulnerability in his eyes that she hadn't seen before, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"You don't have to be afraid of your feelings for me," she murmured, reaching out to touch his cheek. "I promise I won't hurt you." Her voice was soft but firm, a reminder that even if he couldn't always trust himself, he could trust her.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Thank you," he said after a moment, leaning into her touch. "For everything." Then he shifted closer, wrapping his arm around her waist
I smiled softly at him and nodded as he wrapped his arm around my waist, gently caressing his cheek with my fingers as I looked into his eyes. "I'll always be here for you to lean on. I'll always be by your side. Through good and bad." I whispered feeling just as vulnerable. No one had ever looked at me like he did, no one caused a feeling of protection and bliss like he gave me and I refused to let anything harm or hurt him. I'd protect him like I did Hall whether he realized it or not. But for now, I simply let him relax, and enjoy the afterglow of what we'd just accomplished, forming new bridges of trust between us and I softly pulled myself against him, gently brushing my fingers through his hair to massage his scalp.
He let out a soft sigh of relief as she nestled closer against him. The feel of her warm body pressed to his sent shivers of desire racing down his spine, but right now he was content to enjoy the closeness and the comfort they shared. With Aisling by his side, he knew that even in the darkest times, there would be light. And he vowed never to let anything or anyone threaten that bond between them. "I love you," he whispered against her hair. "More than I ever thought possible." He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent as he held her close. For now, they had each other, and that was enough. More than enough.