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Main story slightly modified to suit - may contain spoilers.
Rated M for Smut, Adult scenes, Adult content and sexual scenes.
The smell of timber stacks smoking under the roasting skewered pig was heavy in the longhouse air. Villagers and lords united, dancing, singing, joking, fucking, and fighting. This was a true feast, not only a great feast, but a celebration. With Vili freshly named Jarl of Snotinghamscire, the town threw a mighty celebratory salute in his honour. In most part to celebrate, but in the hope of curing the hangover the dear departed Jarl Hemming's funeral already fresh on their mead dipped brows cast.
While her own hangover lingered, the new mead of today was helping dull that bitter sting of Eivor's own prior drinking efforts. Sitting among the flickering embers, memories of a night by the campfire not long passed came to the front of her thoughts. Her eyes fixed on the flames before her, Eivor couldn't help but remember the feeling, his touch on her skin, his lips on hers. Her oldest friend, Vili.
Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of his mouth savagely pressed against hers as their bodies joined. His earthy, musky scent still fresh in her memory. Many a night had she spent thinking of her long distantly departed friend. How many nights she lay awake at the thought of what their lives could have been. But she was now a warrior, a Drengr. Their lives while interconnected, were oceans apart in difference and she had her own battles to fight.
As her heart skipped a beat once more, the gentle warrior shaking her head to clear her thoughts caught sight of the same familiar man across the hall. Sitting tall in his new well-worn chair, one passed down to him by his father's valiant efforts, her dearest friend Vili lifted his horn. His glance cutting through the sounds and satire of the night raising his horn of ale, his familiar brooding brow lifted unevenly smirking as he toasted to her from across the room.
Returning his gesture in kind, Eivor raised her own half-drunk horn of mead she held passively in her roughed hands. Nodding subtly in return, Eivor soon averted her gaze. With the familiar voice of Trygve to her side distracting her, the two sat telling tall tales amongst the lads and battle hungry men of the hall, wanting to know more of this heroic shield-maiden, this Valkyrie in mortal form. Although the tales kept her occupied for some time, she could swear she felt the familiar pinch of an onlooking gaze for the rest of the night.
As the drunkards stumbled away or collapsed in their place as Trygve did, finding the bench less than comfortable as a bed, Eivor set out to find a haystack somewhere to lay in. Somewhere softer on her warrior bones in this turning fast asleep town. Her head barely fogged from the mead of tonight, unable to find the spirit to drink herself into a chicken chasing stupor, she ventured outside the longhouse. Finding a small horses stable not far, a welcoming familiar voice called to her.
"Eivor!" Vili called from behind a straw thatched roof hut not far behind her. Tying up his pants and he approached.
"Arse-Stick." Calling back to him in gest, he deep husky voice laughing at his choice of chamber pots being the chicken hut.
"Where are you going?" He asked, while more than a few horns deep, she could barely tell. His mead holding abilities outshining most all of his others.
"I'm in search of a soft bale of hay to hang my head after this celebratory feast we have endured."
"Endured?" Raising one brow, he asked genuinely. "You barely had a flagon tonight. Are you not happy for me?"
"Of course I am Vili." Her gruff voice exasperated. "You know I fought for you to be atop your father's many great achievements, he would want you to be here." she replied. "As do I."
"Then why the lack of drink? It will heal the heart and the soul, and you had a stormy look tonight." He breathed out.
"You had more than enough followers whetting their appetite for drink tonight. One less will surely do no harm." Eivor chimed back.
Stepping closer to her, his calloused, veined hand gently touching the side of her face as he moved a stray blonde strand to its place. "Eivor..." He trailed off. His eyes looking longingly into her ice blue glimmers, a pensive look in return. "Stay with me." He breathed out.
Her eyes shooting back at him the familiar, unemotive look he had grown accustomed to in their early years. "Vili..." Failing to find the words she shook her head. "Last time was just..."
"I know you said it was a flickering flame, you're a hard wave to break. But let us have one more night before you depart? Let those heated winds hit your sails once more?" his seductive northern voice hard to resist.
Peering back at him, his warm breath on her cheek as he inched closer, she exhaled at the thought. Her hearts desires earlier gave her pause, she was a mighty Drengr, she should not be this way towards one man. But perhaps it was in her nature to pursue these heated moments and idle passings as they arose. "Vili..." She trailed off his name once again, almost as if in warning, her eyes closing at the thought of his skin meshing with hers once again.
"Alright," he shot his hands up in surrender, giving in, "you cannot blame me for trying, chicken Drengr." he laughed heartily. Shaking her head jovially in return, his mead clearly having no effect on his disposition. "At the very least, share my bed," he attempted to reason, "if not to woo me with your Dane womanly wiles, then at least to keep me warm on this cold winters night."
Used to far worse conditions, her toes almost blackening from the bitter chill of Norway, this was nothing. But her time in England had given her certain comforts she had grown accustomed to over the years. Far often than not, a comfortable bed and a warm fire among them. Thinking of her own chill, this land far colder than that of Mercia, letting out a reluctant nod, Eivor agreed.
"Very well old friend. A warm bed sounds a nice reprieve from these bitter winds."
His lips twisting into a one-sided smile at her words as he beamed back with delight. Tapping her shoulder, he turned back for the long house. "Shall we?"
Having been moved into the main room of the hall now he is Jarl, his room was large and his bed larger. Fires lit, the room warmed by the heat they produced eased her bones instantly. From the heated temperature already emanating from the fires, it was clear he did not need her for warmth.
The room far more private than she had the comfort of in Ravensthorpe, while never having been an issue, having laid with many a woman or man openly in those very halls, it was still a welcome change. Warmer than she was accustomed to, her brow soon started to sweat as she stood, looking at the hordes of treasures scattered about. Weapons, carvings, statues; mementoes of the great Jarl Hemming.
"You're warm," Vili said, standing several feet away. "You should take off some layers."
A smile curling at the edge of her gentle mouth, "Is this your attempt to unclothe me arse-stick?" she laughed coyly.
"If it is, it's for your own benefit." Crossing his arms, standing sturdily leaning against the carved timber frames of his room's walls. Stepping closer, he inched himself Infront of her, bowing down slightly as he peered at her, "Don't worry, I've seen everything before." With a smug gaze, Vili looked her up and down, biting his coarse lip almost in restraint as he spoke, his face inches from hers.
Eivor's eyes closing at the thought, her heart skipping a beat at his sultry words, she let him begin to unfasten her dressings. Reaching out, unbuckling the clasps of her cloak it slid to the ground.
"But I'd like to see you again." he breathed out, continuing to unbuckle her armour.
Her mind racing madly at the thought, her heart seemingly stuck on their last encounter, she took the plunge and put her reservations aside. Tearing off her gloves, she trailed a broad hand through his short chestnut strands and gripping them tightly pulled his mouth to hers.
Breaths heated, jagged and passionate as their lips interlocked. Pushing her back, Vili pinned her against a hefty dresser. Each of them tugging and pulling at her armour, it wasn't long before Eivor stood almost nude in front of him. Reaving at the items on the dresser, he tore them into the floor to make way for the newest prize for his mantle.
Collecting her thighs, he picked the mighty maiden up and sat her upon the conveniently heightened dresser. Her chest bare and exposed, Vili pulled back from his vivacious kiss to look upon her. Muscular but feminine, she was the very picture of a God embodied. One nipple pierced, a simple bar perfectly crafted, clearly Gunnar's metal work and Tove's skilful precision. Her black inked tattoos bled into her skin in a hazed blur, creating fearsome patterns all over her silk-like body. Often hidden by her cumbersome armour, out on display they were a marvel to behold.
Looking upon her in this light, far brighter than their previous heated encounter, Vili gazed his eyes over every inch of her toned body. Every ripple, every scar, she was fearsome and formidable, and in this moment, she was his.
Pulling and tugging at his own cloak and armour, Eivor was determined to have him in an equally undressed state to match that of her own. His cloak soon untied, his leathers tumbling to the ground, she was unsuccessful at getting to his pants before he reached to her with a bare, rippling arm. Trailing it tenderly from her neck down to her abdomen, he paused as he met with the joining of her legs.
All fabrics and garments removed from her, she was already wet from their feverish behaviour, and Vili wasted no time in collecting his prize. Sliding a few fingers into her core affectionately, he slowly rubbed her bud of nerves with his thumb, trailing tender circles slowly. Watching as her eyes closed at the soft gentle pleasure he gave her, he allowed her a moment of calm in their storm, before he moved onto more exerting relief to test her sails.
Eivor was no lady in waiting and definitely no wallflower, if their last encounter together taught him anything, it was that she liked playing a little rough. With his hand quickening, her breath expelled a gentle mew as her lungs exhaled passionately. Pulling him in closer by the scruff of a tattooed arm, Eivor collected his mouth with hers once more. His beard scratching on her face as their tongues danced fervently. His well-worn, muscular hand's pace quickening further, her legs began to quiver and tense under his touch. His movements rougher, harder, and faster than she had expected him to do so soon, his strong arm pulsing caused a feeling of pure ecstasy to begin to throb.
Grabbing onto Vili's shoulder with one hand, she steadied herself on the dresser with the other. His violent movements rattling the dresser loudly as she quietly panted into him. In his hastened movements, sliding another finger in was enough to push her over the edge. Wrapping her legs around him, Eivor's thighs tightened as she was unable to kiss further, their mouths pressed together as she panted into him. The feeling of savage euphoria washing over her, she embraced the feeling, mutely turning and gasping into Vili's shoulder.
As his hand slowed, a cheeky sly grin cast over his face, the corner of his mouth twitching up in pleasure at his actions. Her legs twitching and softly jolting as she came down from her high. Pulling ever so slightly away from her, he took a moment to look over her once again. Watching her chest rise and fall with her hearty lusty breaths, his eyes met with hers. Filled with a pleasured burning desire, Eivor held back a moment, and freeing her right hands grip on him, pulling her hand back she smacked him firmly on the side of his face.
"Hey!" He ruffed, "What was that for?!" Taken aback by her spry right hand, he asked jokingly.
"That's for ending the festivities so quickly." she arduously shot back.
A sly look washed over his face, "Ohhh, no." He shrewdly said, collecting her now relaxed thighs, he slid her off the dresser, planting her softly to stand in front of him. "We're only just beginning." His face a look of chaos which was exactly her kind of trouble.
Pulling her upwards he helped her stand up and with a short breathy kiss he gently caressed her waist. Her feverish wandering hands finding their way to his belt untied the leather and unbuckling his pants, Eivor soon slid them to the ground.
Vili collecting her muscular sides turned her swiftly around, her naked fleshy behind firmly pressed onto his hardened lap. Kissing her neck heatedly, nibbling at her skin longingly, he collected his own member and positioning his sizable self, rubbing against her folds, slid himself in. Her walls quaking from the previous exertions, she eagerly awaiting round two and let out a breathy moan as her pushed himself into her deeply.
Thrusting forward, he continued to press himself into her, stretching her walls with his size. Vili's chest pressing on her back, he bent her over the dresser and pushing her into the wall in front on them, collected her throat with one hand. Gently caressing it before applying the slightest pressure in a lover's choking grasp.
Eivor's eye rolling back at the pleasure she felt, she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, her breathy pants of pleasure whispered in his ear. Holding her hands out, she braced herself against the decoratively carved wall as he continued to thrust deep inside her. Collecting her breast with his free hand, he continued to pleasure her, driving himself harder and deeper into her with each movement.
The pressure of the weight on her throat filled her with desire, a woman of her stature, it was not often she was able to be dominated in the bedroom, yet she longed for it from under his well-known hand. Pressing his own head against hers, he forcefully licked the side of her face, biting and nipping at her ear.
Collecting her arms from her careful steady support on the wall, Vili took her biceps and held onto her as he thrust deep inside repeatedly. Pulling her closer into him with every move he made. The deep movement stirring a rumbling sound of pleasure from her mouth, a soft moan of ecstasy parting from her velvet lips.
Involuntarily grunting in reply, Vili pounded harder and deeper into the fearsome maiden who under his touch was the sultriest of women, the most desirable. Kissing her neck feverishly, he quickly pulled out from her supple join and turned her to face him. On Eivor's face, a longing look of burning passion and desire sat, a desire to feel more of him, to feel him close to her. His mead-soaked breath upon her cheek, his intense brooding eyes now filled with lust looked down at her.
Picking her up by the thighs, he carried her to the bed. Throwing her down swiftly, he plunged into her once more, unable to fight back his primal desires, and she cried out in pleasure. A fevered moan parting from her lips as her eyes closed, feeling every motion he made with his sizable member, stretching, and pounding at her insides.
For what went on until the dawn started to seep its colour through the hall, its pinked hues etched upon her skin as she quaked, shivering at his touch skin, they shared their pleasures. A pleasant reprieve from the days passed.
Nearing his own climactic resolve, he took her by the legs, pulling them over his arms, pressing her flexible muscular form forward. His rough movements and thrusts sounded loudly through the room, for which neither cared if another in the hall outside heard, for sure they would have. Each panting and moaning with pleasure their sounds carried.
Bending her over, he pushed down on her, moving her legs over his shoulders. The pressure, the gentle aching of his weight upon her and the girth of his sizable self continuing to stretch her walls gave her that familiar feeling once more. Her hands clutching at his forearms beside her, she dug her nails in as a feeling began to erupt and she cried out. A sound of euphoric ecstasy long overdue gushed from her, her ice blue eyes staring up at him, a lust-fuelled desire, as he looked down upon her. His usually brooding brow covered in sweat, his eyes closed as he watched her and the passion her drove her to. Her toes curling at the feeling, a delight pulsed through her, and she began to shake from pleasure.
The quaking movements of her release pushed himself over the edge. Spilling his hot liquid inside of her, Vili cried out with pleasure. Staring back at her, his eyes watched the marvel of the woman quiver below him as their paces slowed and they both came down from their magnificent and desire filled high.
Gently lowering her legs he'd kept suspended over him at an awkward angle, he softly rubbed Eivor's hips in an attempt to sooth any pain he caused her. His breath jagged as he fell onto the bed beside her with a thump. Collecting her breath and composure, Eivor looked over to her recently succumbed bed mate.
As he rolled to face her, saying nothing, his breaths still heavy after their fevered, night long workout, his quiet eyes looked over her attempting to read her expression. Stroking her cheek, Vili moved the stray sand-coloured strands of hair from her face. Closing her eyes longingly at his touch.
"Sleep now." he whispered, "you have earned that at the very least" Vili said earnestly. With simply a nod in reply, she rolled away from him, and he pulled her back into his form, cradling her carefully. Although a solitary being, she could enjoy his comfort just for this night. In fact, she revelled in the opportunity.
Waking up, the morning renewed, after very little sleep, she looked upon her sleeping companion by her side. His hair softly tussled about, his scars embossing his angled and often stoically expression filled face, she remembered the lengthy passion of last night. Inching out of the bed and quietly collecting her clothes and armour she redressed, seeing a moment to withdraw herself without waking him.
Returning with stealth to the main hall via a different path, avoiding any gazing, watchful eyes she entered. Through the main hall from outside, as if happening into the longhouse for the first time this morning, she collected a stale slice of bread from the table below her as she sat.
Bodies of unconscious drunkards still littering the pathways, less than last night, but few enough. Trygve and what was left of his crew turning on their benches to see her figure appearing in the hall called to her.
"Ahh Eivor!" Trygve said.
"Wolf kissed!" Another shouted.
"Not so loud my friends, it's a fearful wail for a head so fogged by mead." she groaned back.
"Aye," Trygve confirmed, "was a mighty send-off followed by an even mightier anew. I think there will be many a head ravaged from drink today."
"Then may we keep it down for their sakes." Eivor laughed and they rumbled laughter with her.
The noise stirring their newly appointed Jarl from his slumber. Walking wearily out to the hall, bare chested, tattoos displayed proudly upon his sculptured torso and biceps, he entered. Sitting amongst his comrades at the long tables, he collected a flagon of ale nearby, not caring of who it belonged to from last night in an attempt to dull his own heads throb. With the stale liquid pouring down his throat, he drank. Noticing all the men with horns or flagons of ale, he couldn't help but cast his eyes upon the woman across from him, not drinking with them.
"Drink with us Chicken-Drengr!" Vili laughed, his head clearly feeling the heavy aftereffects of the mead from last night, and possibly the deprivation of sleep.
"So early?" Eivor laughed back, "I fear I may fall off my horse riding back today should I join you in further festivities." She smiled toward him gruffly with a one-sided grin.
Cutting Eivor off, "Tell us my Jarl," Trygve spoke loudly, an air of mystery in his tone, "What manner of beauty kept you up all night, grunting and groaning into the early hours?" The conversation suddenly went quiet as if all the men awaited an answer in reply, all seemingly equally as curious.
A sly smile parting his lips, he smugly looked back at the questioner, careful not to look at the culprit sitting less than three feet away. Eivor coyly raising an eyebrow at the very question, was now interested to hear his answer, and praying to the almighty Freyja he kept his silence.
"Ahh, my friends, can I not have a few secrets?" Vili coyly laughed, "I fear if I tell you all, you may all want a piece of my apple." They chuckled back, eager to know more but patiently abiding.
"That's no answer, isn't that right Eivor?!" Trygve jutted his elbow into her ribs, "You weren't here, but this sly wolf kept us up all night with his howling." As he spoke, two men by his side mimicked the sounds of wolves howling into the hall.
Raising an eyebrow, a curt smile back, "Is that so? Such vigour." her husky voice mocked.
"Aye, don't you too wish to know who kept our own sleepless eyes a bat last night?" Trygve asked, prying once more.
"I think Vili will guard that secret to Valhalla, for fear that I will gladly take a bite of his prised fruit." she laughed smugly, partly in threat, "for if a maiden were to keep up all night with him, I'd hate to think how long I would keep her sated."
The men erupted in laughter at her crude joke, with seemingly little to no knowledge of the transpiring's between the two, Eivor was thankful for that. As Vili threw a sly grin back, his mouth curling at the sides, Eivor kicked him under the table firmly landing the strike on his shin.
"Tssssss." He pulled his shin back and raised his mead of horn again, attempting to draw their fellow companion's attention away.
Departing that same day, eventful farewells not necessary she left quietly. Having given him more than enough of a send-off the night prior, she needn't say further and began the long ride back to Ravensthorpe. With Sigurd still stolen and her Allies having grown in number, it would soon be time to strike back at Fulke.
To be continued.