Fate Eternal
Sigurd x Deirdre
Submitted by: DaManWOFear
"Why Arvis!? Why have you done this!?" Sigurd yelled, his vocal chords straining as the image of his men burning alive still fresh in his mind. Arvis simply smiled and laughed, shaking his head at Sigurd's futile attempt at intimidatio.
"You've played your part beautifully Sigurd, but I'm afraid it's time to rid this world of you...but first, I want you to meet my new betrothed. She's quite lovely I will say," Arvis announced, the woman stepping forward from behind him. Sigurd's eyes widened as his heart stopped dead mid heartbeat. Standing before him was his beloved Deirdre. Her eyes were devoid of emotion or life, her stature like that of a husk of a person that once lived.
"Deirdre?! This can't be! Get away from him!" Sigurd cried, Deirdre not so much as batting an eyelash at her previous lover's beckoning call.
"There's no use in doing that Sigurd, her heart and body belong to me now. Seeing you in pain like this brings more joy than you could possibly imagine, however, I do pity you. So allow me the favor of expunging you from this world," Arvis smirked, his tome, Valflame now floating before him with a devilish red glow. As Deidre was escorted away, Sigurd immediately drew Tyrfing, completely repraired and ready to taste Arvis's blood. Arvis simple laughed as a stream of flame circled him, all of it feeding into a sizeable fireball above his head.
"Farewell," Arvis said hurling the ball of fiery death at Sigurd. Just before it was about to swallow Sigurd whole, a flash of light filled the room, engulfing Sigurd. As the fire exploded in a baptism of fire, Arvis that Sigurd had now vanished without a trace. Arvis sneered at the turn of events, but shrugged none the less seeing that Sigurd was no longer in his presence regardless. However, he met with ill fated news as one of his subordinates came rushing in.
"Lord Arvis! Lady Deirdre has vanished! We were tending to her until a bright flash of light blinded everyone. When it cleared, she was gone!" The subordinates report caused Arvis's teeth to clench tightly, his hands balling into fists so tightly that blood began to trickle through his fingers.
With the flash of light subsiding, Sigurd's sights that were fixed on a king the life of Arvid now met with those of a young man equipped in long robes. Sheathing Tyrfing, he stepped off the platform in which he was on, his eyes analyzing his new surroundings. Before he had the chance to say a word to the strange young man, another flash of light filled the room, blinding him once again. The light quickly subsided, revealing his beloved Deirdre that he had lost to Arvis no more than moments before.
"Welcome to Askr, my name is Kiran. The two of you have been summoned here today to help aid us in our eternal struggle against evil forces that wish to ruin everything in the world around us. May ask your names?" Kiran inquired politely. Sigurd figured it was best to just go with the flow for now til he could figure things out for himself.
"I am Sigurd, I hail from the Kingdom of Grannvale. And this is Deirdre, my beloved. I have many questions to ask, if I may," Sigurd proclaimed, Deirdre stepping to Sigurd's side with a slight bow.
"I'm sure you do. This is quite a crazy predicament which I'm sure is troubling, however, I need the both of you to please come with me for now, I'll be happy to ask any questions you may have within the barracks," Kiran replied, leading the way. The next few hours were enlightening, the world around them becoming more and more clear. Through it all however, as happy as he was that Deidre was safe, the affects of whatever spell Arvis had placed on her had yet to subside. After the initial tour and Q&A between them, they were introduced to their quarters, being left to their own after that.
"Deidre, do you...remember how we used to be?" Sigurd asked. It was a question he dreaded asking but knew it was unavoidable. Deidre's blank expression turned to Sigurd; it was if she was merely a shell of the person she once was. She slowly shook her head, sadness filling her eyes as they turned to the ground. Sigurd sighed, but was far from giving up on his beloved by any means. Suddenly, the sounds of boots storming through the hall caught Sigurd's ears, alerting him that someone was approaching his quarters in particular. The door flung open abruptly, revealing one of two familiar faces to Sigurd.
"Father!?" The young boy shouted in astonishment. Sigurd rose to his feet, confused at first by the boys call, but after a quick analysis, his heart began race from surprise.
"Seliph?!" Sigurd spat, his face baffled from the unbelievable sight that stood before him. Peeking out from behind Seliph was Julia, who also smiled gleefully. Upon moving in and wrapping her arms around Deirdre, Deirdre felt something pull at her heart strings, as if trying to escape it's restraints. For hours the four of the caught up with one another, exchanging the crazy and baffling results of their histories and time lines. After the glorious reunion, everyone returned to their quarters, attempting to combat a restless night.
In the middle of the night, Sigurd stirred awake, his restlessness overpowering his desire to sleep. He turned onto his side, expecting to see the love of his life laying there. To his surprise, all he was me with was her lavender scented pillow. He looked around the room in a panic, unable to see any trace of her whatsoever.
"Where could she be..." Sigurd quietly asked himself, rising to his feet. As a precaution, he equipped his trousers and boots, along with Tyrfing. He slow crept out into the hall, lightly jogging in an attempt waking anybody. He might as well been blind; not only were the corridors of the barracks barely lit, he hadn't the slightest clue as to where he was going. Nearly an hour passed as he roamed the darkness, his stamina beginning to wain. However, after much searching, he found his way out of the barracks and into a very beautiful garden. The moon on this troublesome evening shined as brightly as the sun, making it much easier to find his way around.
Stumbling here and there and a little bit of trudging through the forestry proved to be fruitful. As he shuffled through the forestry, he heard the sound of running water. Sigurd immediately trounced towards the crystal clear melody sang by the water, finally finding the pression tresure to which he was yearning to find. Upon moving into the clearing, he found his beloved Deidre, stripped of her robes and bathing beneath a small waterfall, the tricking sounds of it descent were as peaceful as a child within a warm slumber.
Sigurd accidentally snapped a twig from beneath his foot, immediately catching Diedre's attention. To Sigurd's surprise, Deirdre showed zero signs of embarrassment nor fear, simply smiling warmly in his eyes. She rose up her, signaling to Sigurd to join her. Sigurd immediately stripped down, easing into the cool water with a flinch and a shiver. After his body adjusted, he approached Deidre, who was holding out her arms, ready to embrace her beloved. Sigurd stepped slowly forward, his eyes tracing her slender, beautiful figure before having her arms clasp around him.
"I...remember everything now. You, our children, and all the other things from our world," Deirdre said quietly, Sigurd's muscular arms embracing her with a hefty sigh of relief leaving Sigurd's lips.
"I was afraid that Arvis had taken you from me for good..." Sigurd whispered, stepping back to gaze into her beautiful violet eyes. Silence fell over them as they gazed into each others eyes, only the calming sound of swishing water being audible. Sigurd then leaned forward, gently seizing Deirdre's lips. Deidre let out a soft, content sigh in her throat, moving her hands up and down Sigurd's well toned back. Deirdre gasped softly as she felt something warm and firm shift against her pelvis and the edge of her stomach, Sigurd moaning into her lips as they parted, Deidre's hands slowly gliding down his sides.
"Its been awhile, hasn't it? Deidre said with a soft smile, Sigurd giving her a nod. He gently placed his hands on her hips as her hands moved down to his shift. One on top of the other, she wrapped her delicate, slender fingers from both of her hands around it, causing a soft grunt to form within Sigurd's throat.
Slowly, she began moving her hands up and down his throbbing member, it occasionally flexing with each down glide. Sigurd moved one his hands to Deidre's shoulders, kissing her passionately as she shifted her hands up and down. With his free hand, he lowered it down Deirdre's stomach, gently pressing up between her legs. They shared gasps and moans as they felt each other, they're bodies slowly shifting backward. Sigurd removed Deirdre's soft, dainty hands from his member as he slowly eased Deirdre's back up against the rock wall behind her.
"I promise I'll be gentle," Sigurd whispered against her lips, gently lifting one of her legs to drape over his arm.
"I know you will," Deidre skilled, her body trembling as Sigurd moved in to slide is rather large manhood inside of Deirdre. She grasped his shoulders tightly, her nether lips clenching around his growth as he eased it completely inside of her. Sigurd paused, trembling from the tight embrace from her passion squeezing his member. Their lips became one as they held the position, waiting a few minutes before Sigurd could continue. One hand on her waist, he helped her shift up and down upon him, both of their nether bitch throbbing and trembling. Soft splashes of water rippled from their movements as they moved faster, harder, and with lust shocking their senses.
Deidre's normally soft words grew drastically in volume as she felt Sigurd twitch and flex vividly inside of her. Her nails began digging into his shoulders, her body trembling wild, her nether region clenching around Sigurd's length. Without warning, Deirdre lost control of her voice, crying out in pure pleasure as her climax shocked her system. Unable to hold back any further, Sigurd clenched her tightly with his hand, letting out a raspy grunt as he plummeted his member deep inside of her. Still thrusting, his seed began to shoot and pour within her. Deirdre reached behind Sigurd's head gently stroking his hair as she eyed him lovingly.
The moonlight night continued for some time; they joyously spoke of their wonderful children and how they had grown so much. As they returned to the barracks, they took their time walking through the garden, saying no words so that the peaceful sounds caressed the end of their wondrous night. Back in their quarters, both Deidre and Sigurd took refuge beneath covers of their bed. Laying on their sides, eye to eye, the both of them prayed that this place, this new freedom to love would stay around forever.
Suddenly, Deirdre crawled over top of Sigurd, carefully straddling Sigurd's waist. She ran her hands up and down his, a beautiful smile permantly placed on her face.
"I love you, Deidre," Sigurd spoke quietly, his hands running up and down her sides. Deirdre gently shifted her hips, her hands supporting her wait on his chest.
"I love you too," Deidre replied. Deidre moved her hands from his chest, her slender frame slowly lowering down until they were chest to chest. Gently nudging he head against his collar bone, she slowly lost conciousness, falling into a pleasant slumber. Sigurd simply wrapped his arms around her, keeping her safe from the dark night.
End