Translator's Note: So here is chapter 21. As I promised, before October 1st.

Author's Note: IMPORTANT NOTICE: THIS CHAPTER HAS SEXUAL CONTENT.

Chapter 21

Now is when I should be sleeping.

It took less than twenty seconds to Eric to fall asleep. I was also exhausted and the situation couldn't be more conducive to encourage sleep. I was lying comfortably alongside Eric, protected by his Herculean arm resting on his chest, under a pile of soft and beautiful fur and under which the heat rising from our bodies were concentrated. And naked. It was somewhat strange to be like this with him. I'm too used and somewhat spoiled because Eric is always willing have sex with me, but this Eric is a man, and eats and rests and gets tired like me. Proof of this is our current situation. He snoring and me anxious and exhausted. But after Eric's promise of what awaited me the next day it wasn't so easy to sleep. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his slow breathing, in the strong, rhythmic beat of his heart, in his grumbling, in the way that my legs fit between his... but it was impossible. It was impossible to fall asleep, even being so tired, when a splendid specimen of homo Viking male tells you what Eric had said. You cannot sleep knowing that the best lover in the world, maybe even in history, takes time thinking of ways to make you enjoy as ever.

When I fell asleep there were no natural, unnatural, supernatural or divine force to wake me. Only Eric movement beside me got me, I opened a sleepy eyelet, which I opened at all when I stopped feeling the weight of his arm and felt him going out of bed. It hadn't yet dawned on the street and you could hear the bustle of the seamen would go to seek and escort women on ships. I mumbled something and he bent down, kissed my eyelids and told me to shut up and go back to sleep. I did a few minutes, but I woke up when I heard our home the front door close again. I figured that Eric was back from wherever he had gone. Moreover, it must have been a while, because the sun had risen over the horizon, though it was very early in the morning.

I heard Eric start preparing things for his morning cleaning ritual. I ginger up myself and I started to get nervous. The night before he had made a serious promise. He had been tempted to make love to me, but he was exhausted and if he would have done it would have been a quickie and Eric felt I deserved more than a quick tumble as those he had with barmaids when leaving drunk from parties and bars. It was a comfort to know that he cared about me more than all that and also that he thought I deserved a clean and dedicated thing. I gnawed anticipation. And anticipating, anticipating, I realized one thing: I've never made love to a man.

Not with ordinary one, at least. Ok Eric is a six feet Viking and that's not exactly common, and it is quite true that I have seen him a lot, but always as a vampire.

My disability has always been my major obstacle when interacting with men and now Eric is a man. And if I started to read things on his mind I didn't like? What if when he saw me he thought I had a big ass, bony knees, or he didn't like the way I move? My hands started to sweat and I tried to calm myself thinking it wasn't exactly a new thing, and especially remembering all the things Eric used to tell me when we were together in bed; before, during and after lovemaking. My hands stopped sweating and I blushed like a fool.

I got up from the bed and for a moment, when I didn't see him downstairs, I thought he'd be in the street. But no, he was behind the curtain that I had installed. The nearly two feet of snow that surrounded our house must had backed out him. I went downstairs and had a look behind the curtain. Eric throw over himself cold water as usual, but this time with a bucket. I heard him snort while he gets his hair raising a little bit, but this time, before soaping, he throw over himself another bucket, a hot water one, which made him shiver and groan of pleasure. I didn't need more, pulled back the curtain and approached him just as he was reaching for the soap.

"I'll do it" I said. He turned and looked me up and down. I take the soap from his hands and he dropped them to the sides. I put a foot inside the basin and then the other. The water was warm and Eric had more hot water ready. I was rubbing the soap until foam came "Turn around" I said. He obeyed, even that he was willing to place his hands on my hips and move forward. I bit my lip and started to rub his back. It couldn't have happened otherwise. I was massaging his shoulders until I was sure they were the cleanest of the Viking era, and then I washed his hair ends; the arms, back and front; his derriere, and I took advantage of I was washing his chest from behind to lend my body to his and my breasts were fused with his back "Turn" I ordered. Eric slowly turned, still with hands at sides. But Mr. Happy was happier than ever.

He moved his hands, hesitating. I know he was dying to touch me. I gave him the soap and he repeated the same process I had done: He rubbed until he got foam and then he run his hands over my shoulders, arms, waist, hips, buttocks, waist again and belly. Then we clarify with hot water.

He brushed the hair from my face, while I stroked his collarbone. I sighed and my breasts brushed the hair on his chest, tickling my nipples.

God blessed me with a generous breasts, but in his infinite wisdom, endowed Eric with large hands that could cover them. First he stroked me with one finger tracing the outline, and then he covered them with his hands, first one and then the other. His rough and calloused hands by work in contrast with my soft skin. I leaned over and kissed him a nipple, and knowing how much he liked it, I used my teeth. Eric pressed my head against his chest in ecstasy. Then he separated and kissed me, our tongues frantically crashing. He took me by the neck and I was blending in to his kiss. I shivered, anticipation and I began to feel the cold that was in the environment. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me two feet, just enough to get me out of the basin. He also went out with me in the air. He put me on the floor and then took a sheet of linen which he used to dry me carefully. He kissed me again in the mouth, but then he turned to kiss me on the corner, in the jaw, neck and keep going down until his very hot tongue tangled around my nipple. I groaned and caught his head against me. He did not complain and kept kissing, licking, sucking and caressing my breasts. I ran my hands through his back, stroking and squeezing in the right places. Eric lowered his hand to place it between my legs, he stroked a finger, feeling how wet I was and this gesture left me breathless.

We began pushing each other to the stairs that leaded to the bed upstairs. I crashed with my back against the wood, I gave him one last kiss, and I turned and proceeded to climb upstairs. Eric kissed my shoulder first; let me go up a few steps and kissed the inside of my knee, calves and ankles. I got rid of him and I kept going up. I turned over myself once upstairs, not knowing whether I should wait him at the foot of the ladder or lie on the bed to wait him there. I waited and Eric approached me as soon as he put his feet on the platform. He kissed me and I drove him to the bed, pulling him. I sank on the soft fur blanket, still rumpled, and half opened my legs, inviting him to join me. Eric lay on top of me and I felt happy. His weight was still his weight; his presence was still his presence; but it was wonderful to feel the heat emanating from his flesh and invading mine. I moved beneath him trying to rub as much as possible. Eric seemed willing to continue kissing me, but I wasn't satisfied with just that. I reached over and stroked him, just a second. He grunted and I guided him towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away. I made a small noise of protest, but Eric silenced it with his mouth. I kept moving my hip to make him anxious, until he couldn't stand it anymore. He placed his cock in my entrance and I bit back a moan as he slowly penetrated me.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, come on!" I grab him by the neck and forced him to kiss me. I was so abrupt and impatient that I hurt myself when his mouth hit mine. Eric laughed and moved inside me, and we both groan at once. He kissed me on the mouth as he could and then left me to my frustration. He was kissing me from top to bottom, from the neck, collarbone, breasts, belly... he raised up and knelt, staring at me. He bent down again and kissed my inner thighs. I arched and lift my hips up while trying to catch him with my hands to get him to go where I wanted his mouth to be now. Eric avoided me, laughing. He put a finger inside me and then another, and he stroked my clitoris with his thumb. He bit me and then licked me. He wasn't as skilled with his hands as my vampire, but he had acquired those skills over the centuries, and even that, he was still very good with his tongue. I had been waiting for this for to many weeks to hold back. For a split second, during my orgasm, I was waiting for a bite that never came. But it is that this Eric was a man and not a vampire. I shivered and tried to close my legs clasping the knees because I couldn't stand so much pleasure, but he wouldn't let me. He held my legs and he pulled me to him, he lay down on top of me and penetrated me with a quick movement that took both of our breaths. Eric pulled my hair away abruptly as the pressure inside me was becoming greater. I concentrated on his panting, sweat across her spine, the way his Adam's apple rose and fell in his throat as he swallowed. He licked my neck and chin as his thrusts slowed. I moaned his name and he sat up, on his knees on the bed, still fucking me. After a while enjoying the view, I got tired of having his body too away from mine. I lifted the back of the bed and hugged him, staying tangled with him, belly to belly, chest to chest, face to face, and breath against breath. I heard him thinking he was about to ejaculate and knowing that got me so hot that I was on the verge of orgasm.

"I'm coming" I whispered hoping knowing it excite him as much as me. And it worked, because seconds after Eric threw his head back and came.

We just stayed there hugging each other for some moments, then Eric came out of me (and both let out a sound between a moan and languid sigh) and we laid on the bed.

Eric placed his arm around me and I leaned against his chest. I hummed a while playing with the hair on his belly and his torso. He also played with my blonde locks. We were transfixed for a while, lost in comfort until we fell asleep. I even didn't woke up when I changed position.

Author's Note: I hope you liked it and you didn't think it was neither too strong nor too light, or too vulgar.

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