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Meet the Anchients: Chapter 7

She was starting to relax under my hands. I continued rubbing her shoulders and saying, "Everything will be alright. We will never be separated. We will always be together. We will figure this out as one. Trust me. I love you." That gave me a jolt as I realized it was true, and I carelessly brushed my fingers against her silver torque.

She heard the sizzle and leaned forward away from me. She glanced back over her shoulder at me, removed the torque and as she placed it on the hearth she said, "I suppose I better plate this with platinum."

She leaned back toward me and I continued to rub her shoulders, although now I was also rubbing her neck as well. I could feel her pleasure, but I wanted to know more. "Tell me what you are thinking My Lover."

She wrapped my arms around her and sighed. "I think I do love you, yet it seems that all this is too good to be true. Everything is moving too fast. We are not going to be able to get away from each other. We will be completely dependant upon each other, and that scares me."

I whispered in her ear, "We do not need to do anything that you are not comfortable with My Lover. We have all the time we need. Do not be scared. I am here for you." And I kissed her behind the ear. She shivered, moaned and leaned back against me – and I could no longer keep my fangs retracted. I slowly started to unlace the front of the corset that she had on. As I removed it I started to feel, "too fast, too fast, too fast", I wondered if it was me or her feeling that.

Gathering up her hair in one hand I carefully kissed the back of her neck. Trailing gentle kisses down the length of her back, I pushed her forward to lie down on the chinchilla rug. When I got to her lower back I released her hair and started back up one side of her back – this time allowing my fangs to graze her skin. She shivered. With one hand I began kneading the muscles of her lower back. I could sense her luxuriating in the sensations she was feeling as she stretched her arms out in front of her and then folded them so that she could pillow her head on them. She turned her head to one side exposing her jugular vein. I did not think for one second that she did that by chance – not when she had lived with Wolfram for 16 years.

"Tease", I whispered in a low voice. A slow sensual smile spread over her face. Accepting the invitation, I gently punctured the skin above the vein. As the blood welled up out of the two small marks I slowly licked first one and then the other. She whimpered and moved erotically under me as I alternated between the two wounds while the blood continued to ooze on top. When the blood ceased to flow I unbuttoned the cuffs of my tunic and removed it, tossing it over on top of her corset. I stretched out alongside her, enjoying the silky feel of the fur slipping along my torso. Rolling onto my side I rested my head on my hand and looked at her. I leaned forward and scraped my fangs along the edge of her ear. "Look at me Lover", I whispered.

She opened her eyes and looked over at me, then unselfconsciously rolled onto her side – mirroring my position. She slowly raked her gaze from my eyes down to my groin. "You look . . . magnificent my Love." Swiftly she rolled again and pushed herself up against my body spoon style. I wrapped my arms around her torso and started tracing kisses on the back of her neck as well as behind her ears and every other place that I could reach as I allowed my hands to explore the curves of her body. She writhed against me moaning, "Yes . . . oh yes . . . don't stop . . . that feels sooo good."

I slowly moved one of my hands lower down her body. As I eased my fingers under the waist of her leggings and slid them toward her front I felt a sudden burning pain. I pulled my hand away. She twisted so that she lay on her back and looked up at me with a question in her eyes. I looked at her waist and saw a spiral design on the silver disc which made up the buckle of her belt.

"Lover, I think you need to platinum plate that too."

She looked down and got a look of consternation on her face. "I forgot about it." She removed the belt and tossed it well off to the side. Then she looked back at me and said, "No more silver, promise."

I gathered her up against me chest and told her, "I am glad. I would rather not hurt myself again while I try to make love to you."

She pushed her hands against my chest and looked into my eyes. "Erik . . . are you sure that you are okay with leaving here?"

I smiled reassuringly at her. "I am completely sure. With Godric dead I have no ties to this place that I can not break. Besides, I have longed to return to a northern climate for a while now."

She had entwined her fingers in my hair by now and she held my head as she searched my eyes. Something she saw satisfied her and she allowed her hands to rest on my shoulders. She played with the torque she had given me and seemed to come to a decision. She ran her right index and middle fingers over the tusks and punctured them. Then she ran them over my lips and then hers before dragging them from the corner of her mouth down her neck and between her breasts to her navel.

My eyes lit up while my fangs flicked out yet again. I slowly licked the blood off of my lips and leaned down to kiss her. As I kissed her I felt her tongue enter my mouth. She ran it down the length of one fang and then the other before cutting it on the first one. As her blood flowed into my mouth I groaned and deepened the kiss, then started sucking on her tongue.

After a little while I lifted my head and started slowly licking the blood trail down to between her breasts. I paused then reached down to her boots and slowly pulled them off. I went back to her breasts scraping first one nipple and then the other with my teeth. She arched her back, raising herself closer to me. I continued following the blood trail while with one hand I eased the rest of her clothes off. I ran my hands over her lower curves, stopping now and again to probe her most intimate areas while I watched her face. I saw her expressions change as waves of pleasure washed over her. She was absolutely remarkable. So beautiful, so sensual, so passionate. I could feel that she wanted to be mine as much as I wanted to be hers. The feelings that I felt battered my senses. Emotions that after centuries of lying dormant I was able to use again. I knew that much of what I felt came from her – but we shared them and I reveled in it.

Look at me My Lover; I want you to watch me." She opened my eyes and the increased intensity of the emotions struck me dumb. I could feel tears starting I was so overwhelmed. She sat up quickly, held my head to her breast and started rocking me back and forth. "Shush, shush. Relax. You are okay. I love you. Quiet your mind. Relax. Everything is okay. We're okay. Calm down. Shush. I'm with you. I love you. Relax."

I felt myself settle down as the intense feelings started to ebb, but I could still feel them in the background. I looked in her face. "What happened?"

"I don't know. I was fine, I could feel how you felt. Then when I opened my eyes you stopped moving and I just knew that you had been overwhelmed by my feelings."

She paused, "I think that my telepathic abilities increased the intensity of my feelings for you. As soon as I put up shields you calmed."

That makes sense. I am glad that she has had years to master her gift. It means my little episode has only brought us closer.

"I've been meaning to tell you that there is a secret to Saehrimnir." She reached for one of the boar heads and unscrewed the collar behind its head. She pulled on it and a sharp two inch silvery blade slipped out of a sheath. I looked at it and then her and she said, "Don't worry it is steel."

She placed the tip of it against a spot above her left breast which I recognized as a spot I had used many times before, on many different humans to feed from. I watched as she sliced a three inch red line across her skin. Blood flowed and started dripping down her front. The sight of so much blood was intoxicating. She then placed the tip in the same site on my chest and paused. I looked down at it; I knew what she wanted. I looked into her eyes and nodded – she sliced another red line on my chest. I watched her, barely able to keep myself from pulling her to me and biting into her wound. She sheathed the knife, secured it and pulled my head to her breast. I didn't resist any longer, she tasted soo good and I had not truly fed yet tonight. I felt her mouth on my chest as she began to drink my blood and we sank back against the rug.

There was no going back now, but I do not care. And I can feel she doesn't either.

We did not feed from each other for long, but just lay quietly together. She had curled up tight to me while I found myself stroking her hair, her arms, and her back. This is a strange experience for me as I always left or sent my meals away when I was done. I found that I was feeling content just lying as we were for as long as she wanted. She shivered and I felt a chill. "Are you cold, Lover?" She nodded. I lifted up her chin to look her in the eyes and said, "Come." Then I stood and offered her my hand. She took it then followed me to a pair of wooden doors carved with a bas relief battle scene. She paused in front of it looking at the women in swan cloaks collecting the slain. Her eyes paused on one, the only one wearing a falcon cloak, and reached out to touch it. "Valfreya", she whispered. I had to grin as I led her through the doors. I have never in recent times met a human with such detailed knowledge of Norse mythology.

I know the moment she saw the huge carved custom bed in the room. I felt her delight, and then her desire. I looked back at her and saw an impish grin on her face. She purred, "You have seen all of me My Love, when do I get to see all of you?"

I looked down and realized I still had my jeans and boots on. "We had best remedy that now." I said as I kicked off my boots. Powerful waves of desire flooded me as she began struggling to undo my zipper. I tossed her on the bed and joined her after peeling myself out of my jeans faster than any human could. She attacked me and pulled me down on top of her. "My Viking, My Love."

And so I plundered her body with hands and mouth. I know more about the art of making love than most and I used that knowledge to pleasure her. The whole time I felt what she was feeling and the sensations coming from her excited me even more. As she orgasmed a third time I prepared to enter her – and found myself lying on my back as she mounted me. She took all of me and rode me using the muscles of her inner thighs to draw me in and out. The sensations were incredible. I gasped "How . . .?" She whispered, "Try learning to ride formal English style, and then ask me." She increased the tempo and I found I was now having problems restraining myself. Suddenly I felt her release and could no longer hold back. Between her screams and my roar I feared that we were heard in the bar above, until I remembered that this room was soundproofed.

I had expected her to collapse, but instead she leaned forward, grasped my head and pulled me toward her face to give me a bloody passionate kiss. Then she sat back up and started again, this time taking me with long slow movements – alternately gripping me as she caused me to withdraw and releasing me as she sheathed me. Watching her reminded me of a pagan goddess. This time she came twice before I joined her for a couple more. Soon after she eased herself off of me and moved forward to pin my hands above my head. She stared down into my eyes and asked, "Are you mine?"

In a hoarse whisper I answered, "Yes."

"Am I yours?"

"You are, My Lover."

She released my arms and now she began to plunder my body. This was not what I had in mind so I grabbed her and pinned her under me. I growled at her, "Now it is my turn to be in charge."

She challenged me, "Is that what you think?"

She started struggling to get out from under me. She was strong, much stronger than any human I had met before. As I was only using as much force to hold her as I would for a typical human she almost managed to dislodge me. I readjusted my hold on her and soon had her immobile. Through the bond I could tell that she was angry – and incredibly turned on.

"Surrender to me in this My Lover. You are strong, but no match for me."

She angrily answered, "Get . . . off . . . of . . . me. I don't like this."

I replied, "Ah, but you do. I can feel how turned on you are. How excited. You may not wish to admit it but this is what you want. Allow me to have control for you. You are mine!"

She continued to try to get free for a few minutes. I considered letting her loose, but my pride and ego would not let me – yet. Suddenly I felt resignation and she stopped fighting me. "I yield Lover. Do as you will."

That was all it took to push me over the edge. I growled and ground myself against her. She moaned. I wanted to enter her, but it was too early for that. Instead I proceeded to mark every inch of her with mouth and hands and fangs. My feelings of lust and urgency were mirrored by and intensified by hers. Soon I had her to the point that she could not restrain herself. She cried out, "Fuck me Erik . . . Fuck me now!"

I smirked and asked, "Who is in charge here?"

She groaned, but whispered, "You."

"Who"

She called out, "You . . . Erik Northman . . . oh . . . fuck me . . . oh . . . now . . . please, please . . . now!"

I could hold back no longer, I entered her with more force than I had ever used with a human before and she screamed. I faltered for a second before I realized it was a scream of pleasure not pain. I resumed pounding into her and felt the blood lust come over me. She must have felt it too as she scratched the scab off of the wound above her breast. The blood seeped out and the smell was more enticing than anything I could presently imagine. I accepted her invitation and bit deeply. As I began to drink I felt myself release and she spasmed and screamed again in my ear. I drank for a minute but began to feel the lust rise again. I was unsure which of us it was – or if we were both feeding it.

I quickly flipped her onto her stomach. Her alarm shot through me and I realized that I just did not have the patience to attempt her other entrance. Instead I reentered her and sheathed myself completely. She pushed back to meet me and I continued on. Again intense lust and urgency came over me with even greater need than before as I rammed into her. Suddenly a second blood lust took over and released the animal in me. I wrapped one arm around her waist, the other over her shoulder, pulled her tight up against me, bit deeply into her shoulder and fed voraciously. Through a red haze I could see what I was doing, but felt fear when I realized I lacked the control to rein it in. Suddenly the haze cleared and I released her onto the bed. I went to her side, gently shook her and with trepidation asked, "Lover, My Lover are you okay?"

She rolled over onto her back and looked at me with a sensual satisfied look on her face. "That . . . was . . . unbelievably incredible!"

I sat back ,relieved, and then angry with myself and her. "How can you say that? Do you not realize that I almost killed you? I have not lost control like that for over 800 years! And now we are bonded and we will be together till one of us dies. I am always going to worry about losing control again and killing you!" I paused, "Do you know what they would have done to me if I had killed you, if I did not first put an end to myself before they got to me? What would I do now without you anyway?"

She sat up next to me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Erik it wasn't you, nor was it your fault . . ."

I interrupted, "Yes it was."

NOTE: Valfreya is the name Freya goes by when she is acting as Queen of the Valkyries.