Your Gentle Touch

by Sarnai4

Sometimes, sparks are undeniable even if they cause as much nervousness as they do excitement. They can trigger unexpected friendships and even more unexpected romances. For Dagur and Mala, they can even be key to moving past bad memories to make room for new, loving experiences.

3. The First Time That Counts

Both the chief and queen felt so many emotions. They were excited; they were curious. They were even scared. If the night went badly, would the other still want to be in a relationship? They hoped so. Another thought crossed their minds as well: would it be like the previous times? They hoped not. The Vikings went to bathe again in the hot springs, letting the steam calm them somewhat even if it could not do everything. Afterwards, they reunited at the hut.

"Hey," Dagur greeted, giving a nervous smile.

Mala returned the expression and entered the building with him. Her heart was pounding in her ears so loud that she was not entirely sure she had heard him.

"Malapoo," he said again, proving that she had heard even less than she thought.

"I am sorry," she said sincerely. "What did you say?"

"I-uh…was asking if you wanted to be in the room or out here."

The Defender lifted an eyebrow at the question, making the Berserker worry that it had been a strange one.

"It's your call," he added, uncertain if that would help.

Mala had not minded the question, but she had never been asked in the past. Before, it would start as soon as the Defender entered her hut. Sometimes, it would be a complete surprise. Once, she had not even known the man was going to be there at that time. The question was nice. It was more considerate and more deliberate.

"I think that the room would be nice."

Dagur nodded and held her hand as they went back there. She liked that as well. No one would ever hold her hand, just tightly grip her wrists until it felt like blood circulation was being cut off. The two went to the bed and sat down. Dagur's heart was racing as he looked into the Defender's eyes. He thought that she was so beautiful. It was almost unfathomable to him that she would want to be with someone like him. She was so royal and he was so deranged. Maybe that was why they always got strange looks in public when they hung out. Everyone but her seemed to know that they had an unlikely friendship. It would have been an even more bizarre romance. Unsurely, he raised her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back, eyes lifting to see if Mala was fine with that.

"Want me to keep going?" he asked.

He was surprised by what he saw. Mala had a warm smile and her other hand was on her cheek. She nodded happily and Dagur kissed the hand again, going up her arm. He slowed down as he reached her neck.

"Keep going," she requested, eyes closed as she took a relaxed breath.

Dagur kissed her neck and cheek. When he got to the cheek, his beard tickled the queen and she giggled. He had never heard her giggle before and liked the sound. Out of curiosity, he brushed his beard against her cheek, tickling her more.

"What is that?" she asked, intrigued and enjoying the process.

"A beard tickle, I guess. Do you like it?"

"I do."

"I'm glad. I wonder how ticklish you are."

Mala gave him a curious look, then laughed as he tickled her stomach and sides. She had not known she was ticklish, but Dagur was definitely helping her make new discoveries. Feeling merciful, he began slowing down so that she could catch her breath.

Once Mala could breathe enough to speak, she said, "I might lack a beard, but I could do this."

Moving her head slightly, her eyes got closer to Dagur's upper cheek and she fluttered her eyelids. This made the chief feel tingly and he grinned.

"That's fun. What's it called?"

"A butterfly."

She did this some more and soon, their faces were close. They were facing one another. Dagur looked at her lips with a yearning in his eyes. Part of the Defender was nervous about that and he sensed it. She expected this to not matter, but instead, he wiggled his nose against hers. Mala smiled and tilted her head at him.

"That's an eskimo," he explained. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to kiss, so I thought we could do it instead of–"

Mala cut him off by pressing her lips against his. Dagur closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully drawing her closer. She had known kissing to lead to a hand grabbing her throat, keeping her close long past the point of when she wanted to pull back. Dagur did no such grab and just kept his arms around her. Mala's hands went to these arms. They were so strong. She rarely felt the need for protection from danger, but the Berserker made her feel safe. She loved how the firm muscles felt as she trailed her fingers along them. Dagur liked her soft caress and was completely lost in this and the kiss as it deepened. Mala could feel a tongue brushing against her lips and opened her mouth for it to enter. The Defender tasted as sweet as the chief knew she would. The two laid back on the bed, both on their sides as they continued kissing. Mala's legs were around one of Dagur's, letting them get even closer. He brought one hand up to the back of her neck, gently bracing it as he kissed more passionately. Only one thing threatened to pull the Berserker out of the moment. It was when Mala's hand went through his hair.

Accidentally, he winced. He had been conditioned to. A hand in his hair meant that some was going to be ripped out. He could endure worse pain, but it still was far from nice. But Mala did not yank. She just let her fingers play in the red hair. The Berserker had fuller hair than most of the Vikings she had seen with their stringy locks. She liked this about him as well. Her fingers lightly touched the edges of his hair before going to the back of his head so that she could bring him a little further towards her. To Dagur's surprise, her mouth moved to his chin and then neck. He let out a humming noise as he felt the kisses. She went up to his cheek, adding to his shock. It was his right one with the scar. It made him feel so ugly, but she kissed it without hesitation.

"I love you, Mala," he said.

Dagur surprised her with that. She knew that he liked her a lot and that when he cared about someone, he did so deeply, but hearing it said explicitly made her feel an immeasurable amount of joy.

"I love you too, Dagur," she responded, making his heart flutter.

Suddenly, a smile crossed her face and her cheeks turned pink.

"Would you like to remove my top?" she asked.

The Berserker nodded and grinned. There was a shyness in his movements that was endearing to the queen. Others had practically ripped the clothing off, tearing it in the process. Unlike them, he carefully removed the elaborate uniform until Mala's torso had just the binding around her breasts. This is when he stopped, his own face turning red.

"All of it?" he asked.

Mala nodded this time and he reached behind her to unravel the binding. He did so slowly enough that the Defender could change her mind at any time without being exposed first. When it was gone, she gently took it from him and tossed it to the floor. She knew it would not be needed for some time. Dagur had trouble looking her in the eye at that point and this made her chuckle. She could tell that he was out of his element and took his right hand, bringing it up so that it trailed up her stomach before cupping her on the left. Dagur's breaths got faster and he could feel himself becoming more aroused. Mala felt soft and was more well-endowed than the binding made her look. He liked how she could not completely fit in his palm. The Berserker made soft circles over the edges of the nipple with his fingers. As he did, it changed from flat to pointed and firm. Mala closed her eyes again and smiled as he did the same to the right side without having to be guided. Her lower areas began feeling warm. His touch was indescribable. She inhaled happily as she felt his lips kiss her collarbone. More and more, he lowered. His kisses went to her chest between her breasts, then the top of her left breast. Mala felt that pulsing return stronger than ever as Dagur's lips were placed over her left nipple, then the right. He did so slowly, enjoying the touch as much as she was. She leaned closer to his ear as he kissed.

"Can I remove your armor?" she requested.

Dagur made a noise of agreement, still kissing, and she began unfastening the metal. When it was loose, the Berserker let it fall to the ground and Mala took off his tunic underneath. Her eyes and fingers trailed up the muscles. She had seen statues with less sculpted bodies. He could claim that he needed to do more crunches, but what she saw was perfect to her. Still, Mala noticed a look of uncertainty on the chief's face and she knew why. He was riddled with scars. She did not know that he had so many. She hated that they were there, but it was not for the reason he thought. Mala hated that he had gotten hurt–hated that there were so many memories that tormented him and that she was unsure if she would ever truly be able to help. She did not realize how much her care did more than he ever could have hoped for.

If Dagur had thought that Mala was going to be disappointed in him for having the scars, he was proven wrong as she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingers traced the marks, making it feel like they were healing each area that had been slashed. Leisurely, she let her fingers walk up the base of his spine, sending a chill down it as he trembled in pleasure. Dagur grinned and sighed happily.

"I really like that."

"I am glad."

Mala kissed the scars on his back and chest. Then, she hugged him, their fronts touching. Dagur felt a pulsing in his pants, but the embrace was too sweet to end. Mala was fine with that because she liked the feeling of him pressing against her and liked to be the cause even more. The two laid down again and cuddled close together. Then, Mala gave Dagur a look before lowering her eyes to his waist.

"Could I do that for you first?" he requested.

There was an odd note in his voice. He was still nervous. He had been mocked so many times. That blindfold always stayed over his eyes, so he was not sure how he compared to others. She had seen others, so she would know if the Vikings had spoken purely out of sheer cruelty or if there was truth in their harsh words. Mala did not entirely understand, but she nodded and let him remove her shoes, then go to her waist. Gingerly, he lowered the pants until they had gone over her ankles. Dagur looked at Mala with an uncertain expression. He brought a hand to her backside, tapping her before lightly squeezing with both hands. The Berserker liked her firmness and she smiled at the attraction on his face. Then, he moved so that he was at the base of the bed and hovered a hand above her right shin. She nodded her head, giving him permission to start. Cautiously, he moved the hand up, going to the inner thigh. He stayed there for a little bit, brushing down. A breath caught in Mala's throat and she kept in a sound of pleasure. It was not proper for a queen to make such sounds or so she had been told. Despite that, as Dagur's other hand joined in the thigh stroking, this made it more difficult for her to not say anything.

"Let me know if you want me to stop," he requested.

Mala bit her lip and nodded, not daring to say anything. Dagur's right hand went to her stomach. He kissed her belly, then placed his hand on her pelvis. Mala felt like she had stopped breathing and gasped as his fingers went down into the slit. Hearing her, Dagur immediately pulled back.

"Don't do that?"

Still not trusting her voice, Mala reached down for his hand, putting it back where it was. Her face was completely red, but she also gave him a small smile and he got what she was telling him. Dagur pressed his hand against her, letting the base of his palm go against the front of her slit. He gently rubbed back and forth, feeling the tongue between the lips caressing the center of his hand. It almost tickled him, but he loved the feeling. He could also feel his pants becoming more restrictive as he did this, but that did not compare to how Mala was feeling. Her back arched and she wrapped her legs around Dagur's waist, drawing him over to her more. She began thrusting her hips, pressing herself more into his hand. He changed so that he brushed upwards, trailing his fingers along the edges of the lips to stimulate her. He did it again, this time trailing up her middle with a touch lighter than a feather. The Defender wanted a bit more, but this felt amazing.

Knowing that there was more, Dagur let his fingers slip inside again. His pointer finger went around the inner side of the right lip, then went down before going to the left one. A mischievous look was on his face and Mala could have tackled him. He was just teasing her now. Well, she could not say that he was not gaining comfortability with her. The chief kept circling around, deliberately avoiding touching the tongue. He almost did not even have to. Mala was starting to get wet and it surrounded the center, coating it. Dagur could see and feel the moisture, taking this as a sign that he was doing well. The chief started changing from touching the lips to go to the very top of the slit on the outside. He pressed his middle finger against it, making small circles. He kept going and Mala got even more wet from that. She let out a soft grunt that was almost impossible to hear even though Dagur did notice the sound. Her center was throbbing for attention. It needed it after all this. Momentarily, she thought this was happening. She felt a finger touch the tip, but it was a light touch. Dagur used his thumb and middle finger to gently hold it, eliciting a small whine from the Defender. She wiggled her hips and widened her legs more. Then, he touched around the base, sides, and tip of the tongue. Mala felt soaked by this time and some of her wondered if she could feel any more pleasure, but she knew her throbbing part would beg to differ.

"Dagur," she said in a husky voice.

It was a voice Dagur had never heard her use and got him even more aroused. She kept moving her hips and was tightly gripping the pillow above her.

"Yes," he answered, a misbehaving look on his face.

"If…" she paused, panting, "you do not touch it more than that, I will start a war with Berserker Island."

"Well, it would be just one of the many odd reasons Berserker Island went to war because of me," he joked.

"Dagur–"

Before Mala could repeat the warning, she felt the throbbing be paid heed. Without being able to contain it, the queen let out a moan. She said the chief's name again, but it was far louder this time. Automatically, the Defender clamped a hand over her mouth and shut her eyes, feeling ashamed.

"You sound beautiful as always," he said.

Doubtful, Mala opened her eyes to look at him. She saw his face and how pleased he looked. Hesitantly, she let out another moan and noticed how his grin did not falter. Dagur was telling the truth. He was not disgusted by her making noise. On the contrary, he loved the sounds of her pleasure and took pride in being able to cause them. The redhead even contributed to causing more. Spreading out the lips slightly, the Berserker made it so that he could reach everything. Letting his fingers keep them open, his thumb touching the center and rubbing back and forth. He moved Mala's legs from his hips so that he could be on his stomach by her. This let him view more of what he was doing. He could see the wetness glimmer in the light. Dagur moved his thumb side-to-side, then up and down. After this, he tried little circles in the same spot.

Using his middle finger, the Berserker entered the Defender. He did so cautiously, just barely going into the hole at first. At the sound of Mala's moan, he went in a little further. All helped encourage her bashfulness to melt away as he went in and out. Dagur's touch garnered the pleasurable moans and aroused calls of his name that he was quickly growing to love. He was quickly growing in many regards. Shifting a bit on his stomach, he accommodated for the bodily change. Mala was in pure ecstasy. She had never done something like this. It had always been so different. She could still remember the first time and how scary it had been.

The other Defender had rubbed her quickly and roughly. It did not feel very nice, but it had been enough to cause some moisture, making him believe that his job had been done. Soon enough, she was pushed to her stomach. The queen thought this custom of her people was unnecessary at best and humiliating at worst. She hardly even knew these Vikings and always felt so strange afterwards when they would meet again. Despite what the purpose was claimed to be, she knew they only wanted to feel good. They liked being rough when they touched her. They lusted after the Viking and trained more to be the top warriors just so they could share a bed with her. It did not take long for them to get hard and soon they entered her from behind, bowed, and left as though nothing had happened. That morning after, she had never been so happy to have long sleeves and pants because she was embarrassed by the bruises and worried what would happen if someone asked. It was not until the next time with someone else that she realized this was just how Defenders were. She wished that she had been given a warning first, but she also assumed that it was just the way things were with most Vikings.

Apparently, this was just another way Dagur was so different. Mala loved that about him. Dagur wanted her to feel great and special like the queen that she was. He wanted to do everything that would bring her pleasure and make her happy. The chief was doing a great job of that. He was doing such a great job that Mala felt guilty.

"We should switch," she offered breathlessly.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Mala hesitated. She did not really want that. If he was fine doing this all night, she was as well, but she forced herself to find a different way to word her sentiment.

"It's unfair to you," she added.

She began moving her hips so that he would no longer be inside of her. She doubted that she would have ever stopped otherwise. He had caused so many orgasms and she knew he could cause even more if given the opportunity. Dagur looked a little disappointed and almost made Mala regret her actions.

"I don't think it's unfair. I'm still getting really turned on. You feel great. You're so soft and squishy."

Mala chuckled, then considered something. "You could help me clean up."

Dagur excitedly got up and went to get a cloth. Going back to where he was, he took the towel and dried the areas. Due to his touch, it was almost a futile attempt. He was not trying to cause more arousal, but it seemed to be something that could not be helped when his hands were on the Defender. Mala moaned softly again as his clothed fingers dabbed the moisture on her center. When everything was wiped away, Dagur moved back and gave her a grin.

"How was that?"

"It was better than I ever could have hoped for," she sighed happily.

This made the Berserker beam with pride. Mala smiled as well, then sat upright, taking in a deep breath as she adjusted to not feeling his hand anymore. Already, she missed it, but she was nothing if not a Viking who offered reciprocation. She stood up and he did the same. When she did, she hugged him. Dagur let out a sound which was a cross between a hum and growl as he deepened the hug, enjoying the feeling of her nude body against him. His hands traveled up from her legs to her backside as he kissed her. This distracted Mala and she lifted her right leg to wrap around him.

Dagur held her easily as her left leg also wrapped. He kept his hands under her while he kept her up as though she weighed less than a dragon scale. Their kiss continued and Mala held Dagur's face, helping bring him further into her lips and mouth. With a gleeful sigh, she felt his hands move down to her other lips. The way she was held, he could still easily touch her and felt well acquainted enough now to know what he needed to do even when he could not see. The queen felt those glorious fingers working their magic again. Dagur's pointer and middle finger were on either side of the tongue. She purred when she felt this and a chill went through her body, making her tremble. Dagur held her closely and in a steady motion, he moved his hand back and forth. Mala craned her neck back in pleasure. She moaned more between kisses and made them even more passionate. She kissed Dagur's lips, let her tongue caress the inside of his cheeks, then kissed his forehead, and neck, and shoulders. The Defender breathlessly called his name as he kept rubbing. She wanted him to know how much she was enjoying what he was doing. When Mala felt something pressing against her pelvis, she reluctantly ended the kiss. She was still being rubbed and was extremely close to changing her mind, but she lowered her legs from around him and got back to the floor.

"We cannot do this all night, Darling."

"You really don't want to?"

"I would, but there will always be another time. I would not feel right if I did not return the favor."

"If you feel differently later, I wouldn't mind."

Mala nodded her head and began bringing her hands to the waist of his pants. Before she removed them, she hesitated.

"But if you do not want me to…"

"No, you're fine," he assured her.

"Are you sure?" she asked, hearing the uncertainty in his tone.

He nodded his head and slowly, she removed his shoes and then went back to his trousers. Dagur mentally did a meditation chant and let her remove the last bit of clothing. He could not stop as his face turned red, but Mala's eyes widened, impressed. This was definitely another way he was different from the Defenders she had seen. She glanced up at him to see how his cheeks matched his hair.

"You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed," she insisted, a smile spreading over her face.

This made him return to his normal color and look at her in surprise. Mala sat down on the bed so that she would be able to see better. She brought her hand up and gently touched the tip. As soon as she did, Dagur felt his knees go weak. Noticing this, she guided him so that he was laying on the bed. It was her turn to get a good view of everything. The Defender laid on her elbows between his knees. Seeing his fingers tapping the side of the bed, she held his hand with her left one, calming him.

"Let me know if anything is too much," she requested.

Dagur nodded and she moved her right hand. She began lightly touching and pressing on the balls. Her knuckles brushed them and the Berserker sucked in a breath as she started kneading them with her hands. Then, Mala went back to the main part and let her hands explore the new area. Dagur was less shy about his sounds and grunted. Mala moved along every inch of his shaft by tapping with her fingers, stopping to rub small circles where he made the most sounds. It did not take long before a full moan was heard. She tickled his tip with her middle and pointer finger, causing him to alternate between laughing and grunting. Evidently, she was not the only ticklish one. Mala considered something and went to the underside, bringing her hand to the base, towards herself, then returning to the base so that she could repeat the process. She looked at the chief to see how he was doing. His knees kept straightening and bending as his body got acclimated to the attention his lower half was receiving. Next, Mala placed a finger on his pelvis. She kept it there for a moment before slowly trailing a finger down until she almost got to the front of the tip. She did this several times. Mala moved her fingertips horizontally on him back and forth, always stopping before she could touch the most sensitive area. Even though she had not, the chief was quickly filling with sperm. Her touch had him trembling and he desperately wanted more. It felt like his body needed the release, it was filling up so much. Even still, he would have to wait. Dagur almost laughed to himself. This was payback from earlier, but Mala's was the one revenge he did not mind being the recipient of.

After doing this a little longer, Mala let her finger finally reach the tip's front. Another chill went through Dagur as soon as she did. She pressed on it with her thumb, provoking a moan. A small amount of sperm leaked out of the tip and when it did, there was a small groan that came from the Berserker. Mala loved the other Viking's sounds, so she went slowly to make it last a while for him like it did for her. Mala pressed her palm against the tip, caressing it, then carefully pushed. Her goal was not to cause pain, just create a new sensation. She did the same with gentle pulling, going between the two. When this was done, she held him gently and began to rub up and down in smooth motions.

While Mala was rubbing, Dagur was gripping the bed frame. Some of the wood had broken in his grip. He was panting heavily and his tongue was partially dangling from his lips. The Berserker wanted to call her name like she had done for him, but he could not speak yet. He had been wrong to worry. Still, it would have been difficult to not be concerned at first. His only experiences with this had been miserable. The first time, his blood had been dripping onto the floor and chains that were still attached to a wall. He had gotten grabbed so tightly that only a desperate desire to maintain some sense of self-respect kept him from whimpering in pain. Yet, Vikings still claimed that he liked it and wanted more. He had hated the way his body would be stimulated by theirs. The Berserker never thought a day would come where he would willingly be touched like that. Dagur had not even been sure that pain and pleasure were two separate things. The same went for humiliation and intimacy. He just knew that he wanted them to be. It was difficult to be there like that for Mala at first. It brought back so many memories, but she was replacing them with such nice, new ones. She was unlike the others. She did not want him to feel ashamed. Mala did not shackle or attack him and several times, she even slowed to a stop to see if he was fine. He appreciated that more than he could express.

"Mala," he finally managed to say in a raspy voice.

"Is this too much?" she asked, concerned that she was causing discomfort.

He shook his head as another tremble went through him. "Y-you're really g-good at this."

The Berserker was hard as Gronckle iron and it seemed like that was not changing any time soon. Mala could feel herself getting wet again as she watched him grow because of her. She loved being able to do that and was happily surprised by how he managed to get larger. The Defender was glad that she was touching him and had to see what she was doing because she might have struggled to look somewhere else. Dagur no longer was embarrassed with her looking. He enjoyed knowing where her eyes were. He had seen the arousal in those eyes when she assured him and knew that it was genuine. Just like with calming down his mind, she had a way of making him feel better. Mala's touch was so nice and her presence was comforting. Regardless, old habits are difficult to break. As the orgasm occurred, Dagur let out more of a yell than a moan and covered his face with an arm. That was always another humiliating part. It was the undeniable proof that he had been aroused by everything that happened, so he would be left leaking to bring amusement to the causors. Ever since that first night, he had wanted to hide in a crevice of the cell to prevent anyone from seeing him like that, so Mala being there to see was a big adjustment. If the Berserker had not been so out of breath, he would have tried to roll off the bed. Being as he was, he was flat on his back with hot sperm leaving his body at a steady rate. He dared not look at Mala while it did.

"Could I help?" she asked.

Her voice was warm as she asked. Hesitantly, Dagur lowered his arm to look at her. Mala's eyes were not judgmental and her words were not unkind. After a moment, the Berserker nodded his head and she took a cloth, bringing it over. She used this to wipe up the mess by his legs, then to clean the shaft. Thoroughness was used as she wiped. Dagur shivered before laughing, not feeling ashamed anymore.

"There's going to be more if you keep doing that."

"I do not mind."

"Like you said, there'll always be another time," he retorted.

Mala smiled and stopped, putting up the cloth before returning to bed. The couple was tired but so satisfied. Something Mala was noticing was that Dagur was a cuddlebug. He did not need to touch her sexually to be happy. He just loved wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in the side of her neck. This was just one of the many things she loved about him. They laid in bed and Mala smiled as a tender kiss was pressed into her cheek. Soon, the Berserker's warmth lulled the Defender to sleep. Dagur listened to her deep breaths for a while before venturing to sleep himself. He would for her and he did. For the first time in over three years, he was able to sleep throughout the night without any torment. Dagur had a feeling that he was going to be having a lot more nights like this and that was something which brought the chief immense happiness.