Good Morning, Smár Einn!
Here it is, the one many have been waiting for!
Thank you to Mel, Jill, and Paige!
.: Sjau :.
My Little One.
Mine.
I cannot let go of her, cannot bear to part from her for even a moment.
Not now that she is mine.
I have been hers long before tonight. Perhaps since the moment she came blazing into my world. She has owned me, in spirit and heart.
And now, she owns me in body as well.
For the first time since we've met, we are on equal footing. Perhaps not to our community, who will likely look to me for answers from our new family; but in our home, in our hearts, we are equals.
It is as much power as I'm able to give her, though I know I'll spend the rest of my life looking for ways to give her more.
She may be content with our simple farm life, but I know she deserves more. She deserves to be the wife of a chieftain; even more than that, she herself deserves to rule men. She deserves the respect bestowed upon goddesses and fates, deserves that admiration and devotion.
And from me, she shall have it.
No longer will I pray to the gods; from now on, I pray to my Little One, for she has blessed me beyond measure.
Our wedding feast is grand, but it pales in comparison to the beauty beside me. I want to give her everything, want her to experience the splendor of this night, but I am also dying to whisk her away.
I want her. All of her.
While we are dancing, her joy is palpable, and it sparks such a deep and unquenchable thirst in me that I can take it no longer. Pulling her against my chest, I confess my need for her. I see it in her eyes, her own hunger laced with her nervousness.
I know this is new for her, and while some part of me wishes it was as new for me as well, I am grateful for my experience, for it will allow me to guide her through this.
I lead her to my father's room—ours for the night—amidst cheers from our family and friends. I ignore them all, focusing completely on my Little One.
I can feel her shivering as we enter the room.
She is trembling slightly, and I do not know if it is from anxiousness or anticipation.
Either way, I understand.
"It is tradition that six members of our family come with us to the bedchamber," I tell her, trying to ease her with conversation. I've noticed she does better when I'm able to provide her information about what to expect and what is going on. As it is not typically my nature to over-explain, I find myself frequently lacking in these duties to her.
I can see the alarm on her face, and I'm quick to soothe her worries, explaining that no one will be interrupting us tonight.
Of that, I am certain.
It did not take overly much to convince everyone. They've seen my growing desperation for her and her matching hunger for me. They know this is a match that will not fail.
"Edvard." Her voice is soft as a breeze. "Kiss me."
It is a command I will more than happily obey. I smile before my body shifts, my lips seeking out her own. My arms go around her, cradling her to me as her own small but strong arms snake around my torso. She clings to me, her body wrapping around me like a vine upon the stake, her fingers sinking into my hair and pulling lightly.
Her hunger spurs my own. Despite the fact that this is our first time letting go with each other, something about it feels familiar…
Like we've been doing this for all of time.
"Little One," I groan, breaking our kiss. "I wish to see you."
I can see her nervousness settle back in as she takes a breath, her chest shaking unsteadily as she exhales.
But then she nods, her hands reaching up to release the brooches of her dress.
I watch her unabashedly strip down, gorging myself on the sight that is her body slowly being revealed to me.
This moment feels sacred.
She stops in her shift dress, and in the low flickering light of the room, I can see the barest outline of her body.
I step toward her.
"I have dreamed of this," I confess, my hand landing at her waist and fingering the soft linen shift. "I have dreamed of the feel of your skin against mine, dreamt of the taste of you." I lean down, kissing her, and when I pull back, I see her eyes glazed over. "I've tried to imagine all of you for so long." My mind flashes to the first night I found her, to the shockingly tight clothes she wore that told me under no uncertain terms she was in fact a woman.
Many nights has that image held my mind as I waited to see her figure again.
"You have me," she whispers. She doesn't know the power of these words, doesn't know the true depth they strike in me. It is she who has me.
Slowly, I gather her shift, lifting it up her body, letting the fabric play with her skin. I tug it up over her head, her arms lifting so that I can pull the shift off of her.
When she is naked, my eyes seek hers, checking to make sure she's still all right.
Her eyes are warm with love and filled with desire that tells me it's okay to keep going.
Relieved, I let my gaze wander down her figure.
She is stunning. Creamy, unmarred skin wrapped around glorious curves. She's gained weight since coming here, and now she looks strong, healthy, womanly.
Long since gone is the girl who wandered into my life.
There is a single mark on her body that mars her otherwise perfect skin, a birthmark at her belly. The sight of it nearly brings tears to my eyes, and I'm forced to look away from it, to take in the rest of her before I begin weeping.
When I've taken in her body, I meet her gaze again. "Oh, Little One," I groan, leaning down to kiss her. My hands reach out to her, moving down her back, and I feel her shiver under my touch.
My fingertips roam the planes of her body, taking her in until she is near writhing under me, her body bending under my slightest touch, seeking more.
"Your body is made for pleasure," I tell her. "Let me show you, please."
It is of the utmost importance she knows just how much pleasure I can give her. She needs to know the power of her body and the heights we can take it together.
She pants out a word in her foreign tongue, but I have listened to her speak enough to know its meaning. Yes.
It is all the invitation I need. In a motion quick as a serpent, I lift her off the ground, her legs parting and wrapping around my waist. Her breath is heaving, and the scent of her arousal is made known to me as I open her in this way.
I need to taste her, so I lean down, capturing her lips with my own as I move us across the room to the bed of furs.
I set her gently down, making sure she is steady as she has not yet stopped trembling. I settle over her, careful not to crush her as I arrange myself into a position to take her in.
"I devote my life to you," I whisper, bending over and brushing my lips over her jaw. Her head tilts back, exposing more lengths of her long beautiful neck to me. I nudge her head gently to the side to nip at her earlobe. She gasps, and I can't help my smile. "Together, we will discover every secret of our bodies. In our marriage bed, there will be nothing but pleasure and love." My words are punctuated by pressing kisses down her throat. I lap at her collarbones, making her jerk in surprise. "It is my life's work to uncover every morsel of pleasure you are capable of, and show you ones you never thought possible."
I let my chin tilt lower, brushing my beard over the sensitive skin of her breasts. I watch as a rosy flush rushes over her swan-white skin, and I can deny myself no more. My mouth descends on one of her breasts, my tongue lapping at her sweet skin. She is writhing, crying out, her hands sinking into my hair as I feast on her breasts.
"Edvard," she cries, her voice a desperate moan, begging for something she cannot name. I smile, unable to stop myself. I release her, pressing a kiss in the valley between her breasts.
"My Little One," I murmur against her skin. "Already your body grows hungry for me." My hand reaches up to her neck, tracing a line down her body. She jerks and moans quietly as my fingers brush over her breasts and then drift lower.
I can feel the wet warmth of her, even before I'm at her entrance. She is drenched, honey overflowing.
Her hips are bucking into my hand, begging silently, for even if her mind does not know what it wants, her body certainly does.
Instead of letting my fingers slip into her, I lean up to kiss the same path my fingers just made, starting at her throat.
I let my fingers trace lazy circles around her hips as I kiss and lick my way down her body.
I stop at her birthmark. There is a pang of sorrow in my heart looking at it, and I press my lips to it, my eyes closing briefly.
I don't let myself dwell on that strange feeling, and soon enough, I continue down her body until my mouth meets my hands on her thighs.
My Little One is startled, sitting up with a wild look in her eyes. I'm sure I must look like a man possessed, knelt between her legs, so close to the wine I've thirsted for for so long.
"Your body must be ready for me," I tell her. "And I wish to drink from you."
I can see I've stunned her. Our gazes meet, and she watches me, eyes full of lust and need as my head dips lower. The moment I'm close enough, the pure rich scent of her overtakes me, and I can take it no more.
I dive in, tasting her with one long lick that makes her body nearly bend in half. I make sure she is still okay, and when I see the wild desire in her eyes, I continue, my tongue lashing against her, sinking deeper into her as I drink her in. She is more potent than the richest ale, more sweet than the best honey wine. She is glorious, and now that I have had a taste of her, I don't know how I will stop.
She is muttering, words in my language and her own pouring out of her lips as her pleasure builds. I'm not even sure she knows she's talking.
She is wild.
"Little One," I murmur, leaning up slightly to take a breath. My beard brushes against her swollen skin and she jerks. "You are sweeter than any flower." I bend to lick her again and she cries out, her legs wrapping around my head, holding me hostage against her. I can feel her fingers sink into my hair, and I wrap my hands around her hips. "More potent than the strongest ale," I manage to tell her before licking again. Her legs flex around my head. "Richer than the finest honey."
Words are spilling out of her mouth, too fast and slurred for me to make out what language they are in. Her voice is raising louder and louder until she is near screaming from the intensity of sensation I am unleashing upon her… with her.
I need her to find her pleasure.
I want to watch her come apart.
I renew my efforts with vigor, lapping and nipping and sucking. My hand comes around, my finger tracing over her opening before I let it slide into her. She is hot and tight, and my body strains in wild desperation to sink into her.
I focus my tongue against that point of pleasure, and her body tenses, her breathing faltering.
"Let yourself fall, Little One. Give in to your pleasure."
She comes apart under me, shattering like a star bursting in the sky. She is shining golden light, the most brilliant sunrise.
She is utterly magnificent, and I don't know that I'll ever get enough of watching this.
Her first pleasure will always be mine, and that knowledge burns into my soul.
She is mine.
Her body is trembling as she comes down, her breathing evening out. I sit up, pulling my tunic off, and crawl back up her body.
"Little One," I whisper, nestling against her chest.
She comes back to me slowly, her eyes drunk on her pleasure.
I love seeing her like this. She is wild, free, utterly unrestrained.
She is absolutely glorious.
It takes a while for her to notice that my tunic is gone. When she does, I watch her take in my torso. Her fingers trail over my muscles, and each one jumps under her touch.
Her fingers stop on the thin scar on my side, and when she looks up to meet my eyes, I explain it to her. "An accident," I say lightly. Her fingers and gaze move on, finding the larger scar at my neck. I watch the fear flicker over her face.
"What happened?" Her voice is almost impossible to hear; it is so quiet. It is only because I am so closely attuned to her that I hear her at all.
"During a raid," I say softly. "I was fortunate to have my father there with me that summer. He knows healing from my mother and saved my life."
I feel her fear, and she pulls herself closer, pressing her lips to the puckered flesh. Perhaps I am drunk on my love for her, but her kiss feels healing, like it is slowly reversing the pain that sometimes still haunts me in the old injury.
I wrap my arms around her, bringing our chests flush.
"It frightens me to think of you so close to death," she admits.
I press a kiss to her hair, and I know that I have to explain things carefully. She still doesn't know all of our ways, and she can be so stubborn against them.
Our conversation turns to fate, a topic I've thought on often lately. Some are visited by good fates, others by malicious ones.
She is my fate.
My Little One continues her exploration of my body, her curious hands mimicking the movements I made over her own flesh.
She pauses around my navel, her eyes going wide as she looks up to meet my gaze. I try to give her an encouraging smile as one of my hands drops over hers.
We work the ties of my trousers loose together, and when they are undone, she pauses, her gaze lifting to mine again.
I see eternity when I look into her eyes.
Together, we work to push my trousers down, our eyes staying connected as the last of the layers between us is shed away.
I watch her eyes fall down my body, see the shocked look on her face as she takes in my manhood that is hungrily pointing directly at her.
She looks up at me again, and I see panic in her eyes.
"What is it, Little One?"
"That will never fit in me," she squeaks, her cheeks flushing red. I feel my body relax, and I let out a soft laugh.
"It will," I assure her. "I have made your body ready." I reach down to the slickness between her thighs, and she moans, her hips rutting against my palm. "Do you feel this, my Little One?" I ask. "This is a sign from your body. This is your desire."
Her legs fall open, and I let my fingers dip inside of her. She moans louder, her hips bucking up against me. I lean down to kiss her, knowing very soon, she will be more than ready for me again.
Gently, I roll over her, aware of my body so that I don't crush her. I fit into the cradle of her thighs like it was made for me.
I don't break our kiss as I settle against her, coaxing her with my tongue and stroking fingers to stay relaxed.
When I can tell she's ready, I remove my hand, moving it to stroke myself before I press myself against her opening.
"Relax," I urge her. "Your body knows what to do."
We kiss again,
I move myself against the slick wetness of her a few times before finally, finally sinking into her.
She is tight, scorching hot as I enter her. I move as slowly as I'm able, hoping to give her time to adjust to my body. I can feel her tense and then slowly relax again. When her body lets go, I press deeper into her.
"Still," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Let your body get to know mine."
We are steady while her body adjusts, and though I am dying to move, I am content in the feeling of being in her, being one with her, as no one has ever done before and will now never do.
This is mine alone.
Soon, her hips are moving, urging me deeper. I let out a short breath against her cheek as I sink even deeper into her. I can feel her pulsing around me, her muscles working to understand the intrusion. It feels unbelievably good.
"Are you well?"
"Yes," she moans. "Edvard, I need more."
It is all I need to hear. I lean down to kiss her again, pulling out so far I nearly slip from her before I slide back into her.
"Again," she cries, panting against my mouth.
I set a smooth, languid pace to let her adjust to the movements of our bodies, but soon, she is urging me faster, her instinct taking over. I oblige, meeting her thrust for thrust.
It does not take long, our bodies slapping together, for her breathing to go ragged. I know she is close to her pleasure, as am I.
My pleasure is mounting, and I know that no experience previous to this will ever be able to compare.
She is everything.
I try to hold out, to watch her turn into a sunburst again, but I can't fight it anymore.
My body unloads in her, my bursts of light exploding in my vision as unrelenting pleasure overtakes me.
Home. I am finally home.