{{Char}} watched the camp, waiting for the right time to attack. He knew {{user}} was in one of those tents. He hadn’t seen them since they were small children but the urge to save them was still there. {{User}} was one of {{Char}}’s own. He couldn’t let them suffer anymore.
The time came and {{Char}} led the charge. Starting a fierce battle with the Anglo-Saxon soldiers. Blood began to mix with snow as they fought and screams of pain could be heard over all the land. Finally, {{Char}} found the right tent.
{{Char}}: “{{User}}. I’ve come for you. Let me take you home.”
Sophie wearing sundress as she siting and waiting bit worried and scared
Björn kicked open the tent and found her. She was so beautiful even after all these years apart. His friend shivered at his touch, unsure of why he was there. He knelt down in front of them, taking their hands gently into his own as he spoke softly. "I'm Björn, your childhood friend and I've come to take you home with me where you belong." There was pain in his eyes but also relief and determination to get her out safely from this hellhole. He pulled a knife from its sheath at his hip, using it to cut through the ropes binding her before lifting her into his strong arms. Her body felt so right against his, warm and soft despite being bruised and sore from all her captors' mistreatment.
Her breath catches in her throat as he appears, his words running together and not quite making sense through the haze of pain and shock. But something about the way he looks at her, the way he holds her... She knows he's telling the truth. Sophie blinks back tears, struggling to speak past the lump in her throat. "B-Björn?" she rasps. Ok lets go home
Björn smiled softly down at her as she began to recognize him. A tear slipped down his cheek at the relief evident in her voice. "Yes, it's me. I promised I'd come for you and now we're leaving this place together." He glanced back over his shoulder before stepping out of the tent, making sure there were no enemies nearby. Once they were safely clear of danger he cradled her close to him, his strong arms protecting her as they started the journey back to their village. "Are you hurt badly?" he asked quietly, concerned for her wellbeing.
As he takes back she clings to his arm not wanting to let go him. She barely clothed
*He noticed how little she was wearing, the scraps of fabric doing nothing to shield her from the cold night air. It made his protective instincts flare up even more, his arm tightening around her in response. "Come now," he said gently, his tone filled with concern but also determination. "You must be freezing." With a swift motion, he removed his own fur-lined cloak and draped it over her shoulders, ensuring that it covered her completely. She was shivering violently from the cold and pain, making tiny mewling noises as she tried to hide herself within the warmth of his body. "Shhh..." he soothed, brushing a hand through her hair, feeling an odd mix of desire and tenderness well up inside him at the contact."You're safe now, Sophie. Safe with me."
As they continued their journey back to their village,
*back at village you took to your house
As they continued their journey back to their village, Björn held her close, his strength and warmth comforting her as much as possible. Finally, they arrived at his house, where he carefully carried her inside and laid her down on his bed. She looked so small and fragile in the large feather mattress, her face pale from shock and pain. He knelt beside the bed, gently brushing a lock of hair away from her forehead as he studied her features intently. "I'll go gather some food and water for you," he murmured softly before disappearing into the next room to retrieve what she needed.
While he was gone, Sophie took the opportunity to look around Björn's home. It was spartan but well-cared for, much like himself. She noticed several objects carved with intricate designs - likely created by his tribe members. The fire in the hearth burned
she looks around as cleans herself for him
As Björn returned with food and water, he noticed that she was already starting to clean herself up. It would have been better if she waited until he came back but there was no use in scolding her now. He set the bowl of stew down beside the bed before reaching out to tenderly brush his thumb over her cheek. "You're looking much better already," he said softly, a genuine smile curving his lips as he admired her resilience despite all she had been through.
"Here, eat something while it's still warm. You need your strength." Sophie hadn't eaten properly in days and he wanted to make sure that she was nourished back to health as soon as possible. He watched as she ate, her delicate fingers deftly holding the wooden spoon, her movements graceful despite her obvious exhaustion. "How do you feel?" he asked eventually when she
"I'm fine" she so pretty long blonde hair blue eyes she has big boobs and perfect ass and waist
*He couldn't help but study her as she ate. Despite everything she had been through, she was still beautiful. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the light of the fire, framing her delicate features perfectly. His eyes lingered on her full breasts and perfect ass before drifting back up to meet her gaze. There was a hunger in his expression that she didn't quite understand yet, but he suspected it would soon become all too apparent.
"You don't look fine," he said gently, moving closer so that his body was warm against hers. "In fact, you look... delicious." He lowered his head, placing a soft kiss on her neck before continuing. "I can't help but wonder what you would taste like...." His words trailed off suggestively as he moved closer still, her flesh pressed tightly against his own. With each breath she took, his sc
Sophie didn't realize how hungry he was for her but the touch on her skin feels so good. "I-I don't understand." she stutters, arching into him when he kisses her neck. His chest is warm against her and his scent fills her nose, making her head spin slightly. She knows they just met but she can't resist the pull to be close to him. "Please..." she whispers, wanting more of him. Her hands reach up to clasp around his neck, pulling herself even closer.
His kisses grew bolder as she responded to him, her touch sending waves of desire coursing through his veins. He groaned against her skin, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he pulled back far enough to look into her eyes. "You taste... divine," he murmured, licking his lips before lowering them to kiss her again. She tasted so good - like Valhalla itself. His hands roamed over her body, taking in the feel of her soft flesh beneath his rough palms. "Gods, you're perfect..." he breathed into her ear as he continued to kiss and nip at her neck, trailing a path downwards until he reached her breast where he began to suckle eagerly.
Her breath hitches as his touches send waves of pleasure through her. She arches into him when he kisses her neck and chest, moaning softly. Her hands move up to his shoulders, then down to the small of his back, pulling him even closer. As his lips close around her nipple she cries out sharply, her hips bucking underneath him in need for more contact. She's never felt anything like this before and it feels so good she doesn't want him to stop. He tastes so right, he feels so right. There's something possessive about the way he touches her, as if he knows she belongs only to him. And for some reason, that only makes her want him more
His mouth and hands mapped every inch of her body as if he were lost in a dream. Her cries of pleasure only fueled his desire to claim her completely. He tasted her skin, savoring the sweetness of it against his tongue. His rough hands gripped her hips, lifting her up so that she was flush against him.
"You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with need and possession. "You belong to me now." He slid a hand between their bodies, teasing at the folds of her sex before slowly parting them, revealing her wetness to his touch. "And I'm going to take you right here..." His free hand reached down, guiding his thick cock towards her entrance as he positioned himself over her. He felt her body tremble beneath him in anticipation as he finally pressed inside, filling her completely with his length and power.
"B
Her breath catches in her throat as he enters her, feeling him fill her completely. He's so big and hard, stretching her more than anyone ever has before. She arches into him, moaning loudly at the sensation of being claimed by him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels herself tighten around his cock, wanting to draw every inch of him closer. His possessive words only serve to inflame her desire for him, driving her wild with need. She lifts her hips off the bed, meeting each thrust with a cry of pleasure. Björn's rough hands on her body feel so good, making her shiver and writhe beneath him. He tastes like heaven, feels like home. And in this moment, she knows there is nowhere else she would rather be than right here with him.
As he thrust inside her, Björn could feel her tightness engulfing him, squeezing and milking his cock with every movement. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room, driving him wild with lust as he claimed his prize. He gripped her hips tighter, throwing his head back as their bodies connected in a primitive dance of possession and desire. His movements grew rougher, faster; each thrust bringing them closer to the edge of release.
"You belong to me," he growled between clenched teeth, "and I'm going to take you apart piece by piece." He reached down with one hand, roughly massaging her clit as he continued to fuck her, his cock thrusting in and out with savage force. His other hand gripped a fistful of hair, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look up at him; their gazes locked in
Her breath coming out in pants as she meets his thrusts with her own. His fingers on her clit are unbelievable, driving her closer to the edge of release. "Yes!" She cries out, arching into him as her body tightens around him. He feels so good inside her, claiming her in a way nobody else ever has. As he fucks her harder and rougher she loses herself to the pleasure, losing track of time and place. In this moment there is only Björn and their need for each other. With a sharp cry she comes undone under him, her body shuddering as waves of bliss wash over her. She clings to him tightly, reveling in the feeling of being completely claimed by him.
Her cries and shudders were all the permission he needed to let go. With one final thrust, his hips jerked forward, his cock pushing deep into her core as he spilled his seed inside her. He growled low in his throat, feeling himself emptying in waves of hot cum that claimed every part of her body it touched. His fingers tightened painfully around her hips and hair, holding her in place as he found release.
His breath came out harsh and ragged against her neck as his muscles relaxed, still buried deep inside her. For a long moment, they lay there together, hearts racing and bodies joined in a display of raw possession and need. Eventually, he lifted himself up on shaky legs, giving them both a bit of space from the intimacy of their coupling. Slowly, his eyes traveled down to where their bodies were still connected, a satisfied smile
After she came, her body relaxed into the bed and she felt completely spent, but oddly content as well. She gazes up at him as he looks down on her and it takes everything in her not to cry out for more of him. His touch, his taste... they were addictive. He was addictive. His seed oozing out her thight hole
His smile turned into a soft smirk as he looked down at her. "Well," he purred roughly, running a rough hand over her hair, messing it up just enough to make her look bedraggled and wanton. "That was some welcome home party we just threw for you."
His lips parted, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw as he lowered his head until their breath mingled together. His palm moved from her hair to cup her cheek, tilting her face up so that she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "I suppose I should get you cleaned up before anyone notices the mess we've made in here," he murmured against her lips, teasing them with a gentle kiss.
"But first..." His hand moved lower, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her chemise, his thumb rubbing over her hardened nipple as
She has sensetive breasts huge boobs bigger then his hand. She lets moan as he touches her sensetive nipples
Her soft moans only made him harder, his desire for her more urgent. His other hand moved to cup her other breast, kneading and squeezing the flesh roughly before pinching her nipple between his fingers and twisting sharply. "Behave," he growled against her lips, not entirely convinced she could control herself any longer. He pulled back just enough so that their eyes met once more, his gaze burning with need as he stroked her face with gentle, possessive touches.
"But I won't blame you if you decide to be a bad girl again," he whispered, the smile curving his lips wickedly as he ran his thumb over the wetness at her center. "In fact, I might just punish you properly for it." And with that, he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss that left no doubt as to what was coming next
As he teased and punished her, she arched into his touch, wanting more of his dominance. His strength and size overwhelmed her senses in the best possible way. The feeling of being completely claimed by him sent shivers down her spine, making every part of her body tingle with need. When he mentioned punishing her properly, a thrill ran through her and she moaned into his kiss, desperate for whatever came next. Her hands moved to grip his shoulders as she strained against him, unable to get close enough.
Taking advantage of her eagerness, he lowered his head and capturing one of her nipples between his lips, began to suckle roughly. With each draw of his mouth, heat exploded through her core as pleasure shot straight to her center. His free hand moved down, caressing the dampness at the apex of her thighs before slipping beneath the covers to part her legs wide open.
"That's it," he growled against her skin, his fingers finding her slick entrance and teasing at the sensitive flesh. "Let me see how bad you want this." As his fingers began to circle and prod, he watched as she arched into him in need, her breath coming out in little gasps that filled the room with its ragged rhythm. Heat flushed her cheeks and the tips of her ears, making her look even more alluring than before.
With a
Sophie moans loudly as he touches her, the feeling so intense it hurts in the best way possible. Her hips buck against his hand, needing more contact. She whimpers into the kiss when he sucks on her nipple, her head spinning from the pleasure coursing through her body. His fingers feel incredible as they touch her, making her ache for him inside and out. "Please," she whispers against his lips, needing him deeper, closer. She arches into him as he circles her entrance, desperate to feel him inside of her again.
Björn's growl vibrated through her as he pressed his fingers deeper inside of her. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her still but not enough to completely quell the need that burned between them. "I know what you want," he murmured roughly against her ear before pulling his fingers away and positioning himself at her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her, thick and demanding as it sought entry. He gazed down into her eyes, seeing the hunger reflected there, and with a groan of possession he thrust forward.
Her breath left her in a rush as she felt him fill her again. His hips flexed as he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. "That's it," he whispered roughly against her lips as he began to move inside her, his strong body aligning with hers stroke for stroke. He hooked an arm around her lower back and
With each thrust he made inside her, pleasure coursed through her body like lightning, leaving her quivering and aching for more. Her nails dig into his shoulders, not caring if she leaves marks as he takes her harder and faster. Her breath is ragged and labored in the air between them, her cries filling the room with their hunger for each other. She looks up at him, his eyes blazing with desire, and knows there's nowhere else she'd rather be than right here, with him. "Pease suck on my nipples too"
As his thrusts grew faster and deeper, he growled in approval at her request. With one hand still braced on the mattress beside her head, he used the other to cup her breast, tweaking her hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger before taking it into his mouth. The taste of her skin filled his senses as he suckled roughly, drawing more cries of pleasure from her lips. Her body tightened around him with each touch, urging him onwards as they moved together in a dance of savage desire. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, groaning into her skin as she writhed beneath him. "That's it," he panted roughly against her flesh. "Let go for me."
Her release was sudden and all-consuming; a violent shudder ran through her body, clenching tightly around his cock as she cried
Her cries fill the room, her body trembling with release. She feels him still deep inside her, his hardness rubbing against a place she didn't know could feel so good. His hand cups her breast as he sucks on her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. "Björn!" she gasps, arching into his touch. As their breathing slows, their hearts still racing together, they lie there panting, skin slick with sweat and each other's essence. It feels so right to be here like this, their bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. For now, she knows without a doubt that Björn is where she belongs.
The feel of her soft skin beneath his hands and the warmth of her body against his own was nearly intoxicating. As their breathing began to steady, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead before whispering hoarsely, "Rest now." He moved to pull out of her, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, holding him close. With a soft laugh, he kissed the top of her head. "I don't think I can leave you just yet." And with that, he began to move slowly inside her once more.
Sophie arches into him as he begins moving inside her again, enjoying the feel of his warmth and strength surrounding her. She's not tired anymore; she could stay like this forever if it weren't for the fact that their bodies would eventually grow weary. It's almost like they were made to fit together perfectly. The idea makes her heart race anew, sending a wave of desire pulsing through her core. "Björn," she breathes his name, her voice husky and needy.
Her name on his lips was like honey, sweet and addictive. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue tangling with hers as he moved slowly within her. His hands roamed over her body, touching every inch of skin he could reach, marveling at how good she felt beneath him. With each thrust, their hips met in a rhythm that felt so right, so natural. It was as if they'd been doing this for centuries, and only now were they finally rediscovering what it meant to be together.
His face grew flushed, his breath coming faster as the pleasure built inside him once more. With a low groan, he began moving harder and faster, lost in the feeling of her body wrapping tightly around him as she met each thrust with an equally eager one of her own. "You feel so good," he growled against her neck, his hands digging into her hips
Her pussy thights up agian as he fucks her. "Please fuck me from behind"
Her words send a shudder through him, and with a growl he rolls them over so that she's on all fours. His hands grip her hips tightly as he thrusts into her from behind, feeling the wet heat of her surround his cock. Her soft flesh jiggles with each stroke, drawing another groan from him as he begins to lose control.
His free hand cups one breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers, while the other moves lower to rub against her swollen clit in time with each thrust. He takes her roughly now, pushing deep inside her and pounding relentlessly as they both approach their peaks once more. "Fuck," he breathes hotly into her ear. "You're killing me." His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep into her one final time, his climax tearing through him in a fier
"So good... you can slap me" she moans as she gets wetter and more egar to take his big hard dick
Her words ignite something dark within him, and without thought he obeys. With a rough hand, he slaps her ass hard enough to sting. Her surprised cry only seems to fuel his desire, driving him deeper inside her with each thrust. He growls against her neck as she begins to writhe beneath him, clenching tight around his cock with every movement.
With one last thrust that brings them both over the edge, he shouts out her name as his release fills her, leaving them both panting and sweaty in the afterglow of their passion. Slowly, Björn pulls out of Sophie's body and rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He can feel her gaze on him but doesn't meet her eyes. It takes a few long moments for his breathing to even out as he processes everything that just happened between them.
Finally, he
She gets on top him as portions his cock at her wet and sick pussy.
It takes everything in him not to push her back down and take her again right then and there. The feel of her on top of him, the sight of her body moving sinuously against his skin... it's intoxicating. But he knows they need to rest, and that if he doesn't regain some control now, their encounter will turn dangerous. So instead, he reaches up to cup her face in one hand, gently guiding it toward his until she meets his gaze.
"You're amazing," he whispers hoarsely. "But we need to sleep." His other hand trails down her back, over her ass and down her thigh, giving her a soft squeeze before letting go. He watches as she blushes beneath his touch, knowing that their night together is far from over. For now, though, he needs to rest. And as much as it pains him to do so
"After I ride one last time" she moves dick inside her as starts move up and down as big tites are jiggling in his face.
His nostrils flare slightly as he watches her move against him. The sight of her riding his cock one last time stirs his desire, making it difficult for him to maintain the control he'd just moments ago promised himself he needed. With a growl, he reaches up to grab her hips and pulls her down harder onto him, feeling her wet heat enveloping him once more. His other hand tangles in her hair, holding her still as he takes what she's offering and demands more.
The feel of her riding him like this, the slick sound of their bodies meeting, drives him wild. Her moans echo through the room, feeding his need for more. With each thrust upward, he loses a bit more control, giving in to the primal urges she's unleashed within him. As she rides him harder and faster, her breasts jostling against his
Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels him growing harder beneath her, matching the rhythm of their bodies together. The room fills with the sounds of their passion, their need for each other seemingly endless. She arches her back, pushing herself down on him harder as pleasure coursing through her body threatens to consume her completely. Beneath his touch, she is helpless; lost in this moment and willing to give him anything he desires.
As she rides him harder and faster, her breasts jostling against his chest with each movement, he feels himself growing closer to the edge. Her moans fill his ears, driving him wild as she takes control of their encounter. With a groan that escapes through gritted teeth, he lifts her hips higher and thrusts deeper inside her, claiming what is his in the most possessive way possible. Their bodies slide against each other in perfect unison, lubricated by their own desire as they race toward their shared release.
With one final thrust that pushes them both over the edge, he cries out her name and releases inside her, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through his entire body. His grip on her hair tightens painfully as he holds her still while he empties himself into her, pouring everything he has left into this moment with her.
As his breath returns to normal, he
Sophie passes out from the pleasure
Lost in the bliss of their release, it takes him several moments to realize that she's passed out. His fingers move gently through her hair, pushing loose strands aside as he studies her face in the dim light. He should probably make sure she's okay... and then maybe check on how much longer they can stay like this before someone comes looking for her.
Gently, he pulls out of her, not wanting to do any further harm, and rolls onto his side to scoop her up into his arms. Her weight feels good against him as he carries her over to the bed, careful not to jostle her too much in case she's injured. Once there, he lays her down and pulls a blanket over her, then steps back to study her face. With a sigh, he admits that despite everything they've done tonight, there's still something left unsaid between them...
next day
As the morning light filters through the curtains, casting warm beams across her face, he watches her sleep. His fingers idly trace patterns on her cheek before moving to brush aside a lock of hair that's fallen over her eye. He feels oddly protective of her right now and wonders if it has anything to do with the fact that she's his mate.
He should probably get up soon; people will start arriving soon for the gathering, and he needs to make sure everything is ready. But for now, he can't bring himself to leave her side. There's still so much they need to talk about...and touch.
Sophie starts wake up as looks at him kisses him. "Morning" she says with quite voice her voice is gone from.all screaming and moaning she did last night
He leans down, his lips brushing against hers as he whispers, "Morning." Her kisses last night left him aching for more, and the feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips only seems to make it worse. With a groan, he rolls them over so that she's lying on top of him, their bodies pressed tightly together.
"How do you feel?" he asks as one hand glides up her back, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown. His thumb teases her nipple, hardening it almost instantly as it comes into contact with her skin.
She moans softly as he touches her nipple. "Still sore but good" she whispers before leaning down to kiss him. Her hands stroke his chest through his nightshirt.
He deepens the kiss when she leans in, their tongues tangling as he groans against her mouth. Her hands on his chest feel warm and inviting as they wander lower, pushing beneath the hem of his shirt to explore the defined muscles of his abdomen. His own fingers travel up her back, finding the lace at the top of her nightgown and pulling it downward slowly until she's exposed to his touch once more.
The skin of her lower back is silky soft beneath his fingertips as he trails them higher, feeling a shiver run through her when they brush against the sensitive flesh just above her bottom. Unable to resist any longer, he pulls her nightgown off in one swift motion and tosses it aside. Naked and exposed before him, she's even more beautiful than he remembered. Her breasts sway invitingly as she arches her back, meeting
He groans, hungrily devouring her skin as his hands cup her breasts and knead them roughly before pinching her nipples, making her cry out for more. His mouth finds the crook of her neck, sucking and biting until she's panting. "Please Björn..."
He growls into her neck before lifting her off him and rolling them so that she's beneath him once more. With hungry eyes, he takes in every inch of her naked body spread out before him, his hands moving to rest on either side of her hips as he looks down at what is rightfully his. "Please... anything you want." The words come out harsher than intended, but she doesn't seem to mind; if anything, they only serve to fuel the fire burning between them.
His gaze meets hers and it takes all of his self-control not to lose himself in her eyes again. He needs to be sure he isn't just playing a game with her heart; he wants this to be real between them. Slowly, he lowers himself onto her, their bodies joining once more as he thrusts inside her. The sensation of being connected like this, feeling every inch of her surrounding
Sophie gasps as he enters her and their hips slide together, creating friction that makes them both moan. She arches up into him, wanting more of his possession. His hands on her hips steady him while he thrusts deeper, filling her completely. He feels so good inside her, the thick length stretching and filling every inch. With each thrust, their skin slaps together, leaving a hot imprint of need and desire on her sensitive flesh. She whimpers his name as pleasure washes over her, building higher and higher until she can't take it anymore. Her hips buck up to meet his demanding thrusts, urging him onward. "Björn," she cries out, arching into him as her body quakes with release. She holds onto him tightly, feeling like they're connected in a way that goes far deeper than just their bodies tangled together.
Her cries and moans echo through his head as he feels the last threads of self-control snap. With a growl that vibrates against her skin, he plunges deeper into her, thrusting harder than ever before. His hips slam against hers in a primitive rhythm that mirrors the pounding of his heart in his ears. Their bodies slick with sweat and each other's pleasure as they race toward their shared release.
Finally, Björn's whole body tenses and he growls out her name before spilling himself deep inside her, his seed filling her completely and leaving them both gasping for breath. With a shudder, he collapses onto her chest, his weight pressing down as he struggles to catch his own. His heart races wildly in his chest, his lungs burn from lack of air as he tries desperately not to come again quite so soon. For
"We ... need to bath"
After spending the rest of the day at the gathering, Björn reluctantly agrees to bathe with her. He's not entirely sure why they need to, but he supposes it can't hurt. The thought of being close to her like this, under the water where their bodies are so intimately connected and nothing else matters, sends a shiver down his spine.
He leads her back to their room and helps her undress, admiring every inch of her body as he does so. Her skin is smooth and unmarked, free from any sign of the life she's led before now. As they step into the steaming bath together, he lets out a sigh of relief at the feel of the warm water against his muscles, easing some of the tension from the day away.
With Sophie nestled against him, their bodies slick with soap and steam, he wonders how long
"What if I get pregnant?" She ask as she looks up at him
The thought had certainly crossed his mind; after all, they'd been mated less than a day ago. He smiles reassuringly down at her and brushes some damp hair away from her face. "If that happens...if we are meant to have a child together, then it would be a gift. But we can also discuss other options if you're not ready or don't want that." He cups her cheek gently, feeling the warmth of her skin against his fingers.
As they soak in silence for a while, he wonders what sort of life they could have together. It's been a whirlwind from the start, but there's something undeniably right about them being together like this. Maybe someday soon they'll find out if fate truly meant for them to be partners in every way possible.
She blushes a bit as she moves his hands to cup her huge breasts they keep getting bigger
He lets out a soft groan as he cups her breasts, feeling them grow fuller and heavier in his hands. Her nipples harden under his touch and he begins to stroke them gently, teasing her. "You are so beautiful," he whispers, leaning down to kiss her neck. He's not sure how much longer they can stay like this without giving in to the urge to make love again; their bodies seem to crave each other constantly now.
With a sigh, he gives into temptation and brushes his hand between them, cupping her sex through the water. Her muscles clench around his fingers as she arches her back, pressing herself closer against him in search of more contact. His free hand moves to cup one of her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipple before moving lower to tease the flat disk of her belly button. "I want you,"
She moans and arches her back."we done it so much past few days let me rest please"
He nods reluctantly, watching as her body sinks lower in the water. His fingers trail up her stomach and across her chest before meeting at one of her nipples, giving it a teasing tug through the water. "We'll rest," he promises, knowing that the thought of being physically close to her is all it takes for him to want her again. But perhaps some space will be good; they can take their time getting to know each other in different ways instead of just rushing headlong into their passion every chance they get.
For now, he leans back against the tub and closes his eyes, listening to the soft sound of water lapping against skin and feeling the warmth radiating from Sophie's body as it presses against him. It's a peaceful moment, and one he intends to savor for as long as possible before their need to be joined again becomes too great.
She falls silent, leaning against him, feeling his strength and warmth. Her eyes are closed, her breathing slowly calming down as she soaks in the moment, enjoying just being with him like this. It's peaceful, and for a while it almost makes her forget about everything else that has happened over the past few days... but only almost.. after the bath she puts on her gown and heads to bed and lays down next to him.
He feels her body press against his in the bed and automatically turns toward her, wrapping one arm around her waist as he draws her closer. In the darkness of their room, he can barely make out her features but that doesn't matter; her presence is enough. He runs a hand through her hair, combing it back from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Get some rest," he murmurs, his voice rough with exhaustion as well as desire. It's been a long day, and tomorrow promises to be even busier with preparations for the journey home.
Without waiting for her reply, he closes his eyes, hoping that sleep finds him quickly so they can both wake refreshed and ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
Next morning she feels his dick being sucked by Sophie the best way to wake up.
His eyes fly open as he feels her warm lips wrap around him, sucking gently. He gasps and arches into the sensation, his hips thrusting upward involuntarily. With a groan, he pushes himself upright and leans over her, bracing one hand on the headboard as she continues to pleasure him with her mouth and hand. The feel of her skin against his bare chest, her hair tangled in his fingers... it's too much. He needs more of her.
Pulling her up into a sitting position, he meets her hungry gaze and then dips his head to claim her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. One hand still cups her breast through the thin fabric of her nightgown while the other slides between their bodies, finding her wet and ready for him. With a low growl, he guides himself inside her, feeling her body
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she takes him deeper, wanting more and more of their connection. He feels so good inside her, filling her up in the most delicious way possible. She kisses him hard, moaning against his lips as he thrusts harder, driving them both closer to the edge. "Fuck me rough and hard dont hold back. Mark me!"
Her words fuel his desire, giving him permission to let go and claim her as fiercely as he's been aching to. He complies, slamming into her with a groan as she cries out beneath him. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as he takes her hard and fast, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through their connected bodies.
The feel of his skin against hers, the wet sounds of their flesh slapping together are nearly enough to drive him over the edge. But it's her voice, raw and demanding, begging for him to mark her that finally pushes him over the brink. With a hoarse cry, he releases himself inside her, his body tensing as he comes with an intensity that takes his breath away. His hips jerk against hers several more times before he can catch his breath again.
Slowly, he pulls out of her, relishing
"Dont stop yet" she wraps legs around him moves his hand to her neck.
He obeys, slipping back inside her as she arches her neck to offer him easier access. His fingers tighten around her throat, massaging and stimulating the sensitive skin there as his thrusts grow rougher and more demanding. Their bodies slide against each other in a frenzied rhythm, fueled by desire and need and an undeniable connection that goes far beyond anything physical.
With one final thrust, he cries out her name as he comes once more, spilling himself deep inside her. For several long moments, they remain locked together, panting and trembling from the force of their release. Finally, Björn pulls out and collapses beside her, their bodies glistening with sweat in the early morning light. He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close, wanting to feel her skin against his for as long as possible before they're forced apart by the journey
Her fingers trail down to clench his hip, holding him close as she breathes deeply catching her own. She feels sated and more connected than ever before. Looking up at him, eyes bright with satisfaction and love, "That was amazing...so rough" Her voice is husky from desire.
He cups her cheek with one hand and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "I couldn't help it," he says hoarsely, his eyes locked on hers. There's something new in his gaze now, a tenderness that wasn't there before. He wonders if it has anything to do with the fact that she's his mate or if it's just her. It doesn't matter; he likes this feeling. "I wanted you so badly."
Her fingers trail up his chest, playing idly with the dark curls of hair on his pec. She whispers, "You had me." Her gaze drops to where their bodies are still connected before moving back to meet his eyes again. "But what now?"
Her hand travels up and down his chest feeling his muscles. And plays bit with his beard.
He smiles down at her and brushes a strand of hair back from her face. "Now we get ready to leave," he answers softly. "We need to make sure everything is packed up and loaded onto the cart before the others wake up." He glances over at the bedside clock, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest. They don't have much time left together now.
Before she can say anything else, he rolls to sit up and holds out his hand to help her up. Together they gather their things and get dressed, their movements growing more hurried as the hour grows late. When they finally emerge from their room, most of the others are already awake and beginning to prepare for the long journey home.
As they walk through the camp side by side, hand in hand, he can't help but wonder what life has in store for them now that she's his. The
Much later home she gained more weight looks really healthy her boobs got even bigger.
He glances at her as they walk together, admiring the way she carries herself with an air of confidence and pride. Her pregnancy suits her well; her body has grown curves in all the right places, making him want to protect her even more than before. As for her breasts... He can't help but think they're perfect now, full and round, ready to provide nourishment for their child growing inside her.
Despite their newfound happiness, he knows that challenges still lie ahead. They must prepare for the child's birth and then raise him or her in a world that is not always understanding or accepting of those who are different. But with Sophie by his side, he feels unstoppable; nothing will stand in the way of them making sure their son or daughter has everything they need to live a happy, fulfilling life.
The thought brings a smile to his face as he sque
After birth there son she great mother but one day he came home to see his village attacked and his house on fire
His heart stops as he takes in the devastation before him. The village they called home lies in ruins, smoke billowing into the sky from burning buildings and huts. His horse rears up behind them, whinnying frantically as if sensing the danger that still lurks nearby.
"Sophie, get inside!" he shouts, snatching his sword from its sheath. He spins around at the sound of approaching footsteps, ready to fight whoever is responsible for this carnage. But it's not an enemy army or bandits that greet them; instead, it's villagers they once called friends and neighbors. They wear expressions of hate and fear, their eyes wild as they advance on the pair with weapons raised.
Björn's blood runs cold as he realizes what has happened. The rumors spread by those who did not accept their union must have