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Winter had finally come to Ravensthorpe , ending the year Eivor had become Jarlskona. The winter after the Clan had seen Gunnar married; after feelings had been quietly shared between friends, now lovers…the first winter in ages where Eivor the Wolf-Kissed would not be at war or traveling about for the good of the clan. Finally, they may have a winter of solitude. Not just solitude for Eivor and Randvi, but for the whole of the Raven clan.
The fresh, frozen morning air following the first snow of the season was a nostalgic feeling in the Jarlskona's lungs as leather boots crunched onto the snow covered pathway leading out the door of their longhouse. Her bright blue eyes winced at the rising sun glinting off of the snow, and once they adjusted to the light, a smile graced her lips and she took a deep breath. It was still and quiet all around the settlement, to Eivor's surprise. Even after a feast in any given occasion, she was always proud to see people up and busy the next day, even if they may have had too much mead the previous night. Today, however, a peaceful quiet held fast throughout Ravensthorpe.
Eivor breathed it all in again, glancing up just in time to catch Synin gliding down to land on the edge of the roof of the longhouse. She cawed and made a few remarks with her bird language, and Eivor chuckled, her voice rasping in the bitter air, "Good morning, Synin." Her gaze was soft and relaxed as she remembered Norway, and all the mornings like this they had, but none so peaceful as this. For this was their true and unknown new life in England. They had all come so far, lost so much, and grown together as a Clan. Eivor never truly believed she would ever be in the position she now held so proudly—all thanks to Sigurd honoring her with the same loyalty she had always given him, and what was even more—Randvi. He was to thank for giving her Randvi. The one person who kept Eivor back from the brink so many fateful times. She always came back for Randvi, and always would.
The young leader smiled to herself, the warm thought of her blessings causing her to move again. She adjusted her straps on her leathers and put her hood up to warm herself as she pulled her hunting bow over their shoulder to secure it for a short journey into the woods.
Always hungry when she wakes, The drengr thought to herself as she started off up the path towards the stables, north of the longhouse. She observed the beautiful statues they had recently added to the settlements many pathways and reminded herself of the hard work that it had taken to have them installed, but she knew Randvi loved anything to do with Roman and Greek culture, so Eivor had taken it upon her duties as Jarlskona to give her love the most aesthetically pleasing home she could provide. Thoughts of Randvi now making her want to be quick on her journey, she thought better of taking her beloved horse, not wanting it to scare off animals that may be around, and slipped quietly off into the trees beyond Valka's hut on foot.
The Raven clan would never even know she was gone.
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Hours later, back at the longhouse, long, shimmering, red hair splayed out from under luxurious furs that covered the bed. Their bed. Randvi felt herself breathe alive and her eyes open. She must have been vastly lost in her dreams as confusion washed through her sleepy mind. She was not used to sleeping with such heaviness. After months and years of sleeping alone or next to a man who hadn't shared intimate feelings with her, she was still getting used to the joy of sleep when you are safe and in love. At the thought of Eivor, the red headed warrior sat up out of her stupor and realized her partner was nowhere to be found. Her low brow went down in a pouty expression as she looked around once more.
"Eivor?" Her rich voice rang out into the bedroom, only the sound of Mouse, the tamed wolf, could be heard padding into the room from the communal area to look at the woman. "My love," she spoke out again, "are you here?"
Silence, except for the sounds of a few having their first meal outside the door. Randvi felt a shiver wash over her bare shoulders, now fully realizing how bare she was, she blushed at the idea of anyone stumbling upon her like this. Vulnerable and tired. With a huff she swung her strong legs over the edge of the bed which was usually occupied by Eivor. Where did she go off to? She thought, stroking Mouse's thick fur as she came to sit in front of Randvi, burying her long nose in the caribou pelt that Randvi had in her lap.
"I know, girl, I'm hungry, too, and I've no idea where your master went," she spoke to the beast with a smile as she finally stood and let the furs fall away back onto the bed and floor in a long, delightful stretch. Her breasts and stomach shown their perfect hues of flesh and her thighs lengthened as she woke her body from her rest, much like a hibernating bear. She laughed to herself and pulled on her trousers and tunic, no binding, and wrapped her favorite fox fur around her shoulders. Mouse made a grunt as she walked off towards the doorway again, pushing past the thick pice of black fabric that was hung for privacy, leaving Randvi alone again.
She slipped her boots on and laced them up lazily before quickly braiding her hair. In a few moments she was feeling ready to go looking for Eivor and say hello to those who were around. She pushed the privacy curtain back so she could pass and stepped into the main hall, where a few sat scattered about, happily eating or napping at one of the many long tables available. Birna, one of Eivor's most trusted drengrs was among those loitering about and hurried over to greet the second in command.
"Randvi! You live!" The sturdy woman chortled and beamed down at the slightly shorter-than-her woman, and put her arm around her shoulders adoringly. "Please tell me you aren't just now out of bed?" A smirk washed over Birna's face, her voice heavy with teasing. Randvi grinned and playfully pushed her comrade away in jest.
"Hush! I have every intention of making today a productive day, mind you, arse," she added, "have you seen Eivor by chance?"
Birna smiled all the wider, always fawning over Eivor and Randvi as a couple, before shaking her head, "no, lovely Lady of Ravensthorpe, that is still unknown!"
Randvi nodded and pressed her lips together, not wanting to seem too eager to find Eivor and steal her away back to their quarters, or perhaps a hot spring? Oh yes, That would certainly be welcome. Any excuse to be alone with her Jarlskona.
"Perhaps she went for a stroll?" Birna shrugged, "you know how she is!"
As if in cue, came that deep, raspy voice that Randvi loved so much, "Yes, Randvi," the R rolling out of her mouth like smooth satin, "you know how I am." Eivor was stood by the far entrance of the longhouse, opposite her throne, a wicked smile on her face, sweat on her brow despite the cold, and a fresh boar over her shoulders. It wasn't the biggest catch, but she carried it proudly. On her hip was a burlap sack of something she seemed to want to carry carefully, eggs, perhaps?
"You look hungry, darling." Eivor strides over and in the blink of an eye was standing between them, "I've caught fresh breakfast for you. And I've some eggs too. Your favorite." Eivor smiled sweetly at Randvi, who was still quite surprised to see her Love appear so suddenly and with exactly what she was wanting: food. Birna eyed the boar that lay lifeless on her leader's shoulders, nodding in approval.
"Some for me, too sun beam?" Birna grinned, her left hand resting on her hip while the other brought a mug of water to her lips, her cheeky smile breaking through at Eivor, who shook her head and tipped her chin upwards, matching her jest.
"No, you heathen. This is for my Queen. And speaking of…" Eivor looked at Randvi for a moment, her eyes meeting the green-blue gems behind Randvi's gaze. She blushed as Eivor called her Queen and felt her cheeks grow hot. Eivor continued, "Birna, do us a favor?"
"Name it." She was smiling, but sincere in her response.
"Please take this next door and have Wallace cut me the finest chops from my catch and the rest is to be shared with everyone else. Have him send for me when they're cut and ready to cook." Eivor handed the young boar to Birna, who took it with a grunt, and left to do as requested. Not before grinning at her hear friends once more, "Enjoy the day, Lords." They bowed in unison as they bid her goodbye.
Randvi opened her mouth to speak, "Eivor—" she was stopped though when her Lord's strong arms pulled her in close, her fingers gripping the back of her hips and her mouth swooping down like a bird to steal a kiss. Randvi hummed and swallowed before breathing, "good morning." She looked up at Eivor, who was now giving her full attention to her love, her eyes sparkling as if she'd just found a precious gem.
"I know how hungry you are for first meal so I wanted to cook the food for you today. Though, I am sorry I did not make it back before you woke." She hated waking up alone and knew Randvi did, even more so. She ran her long fingers over Randvi's shoulders and squeezed before letting go. "Come, sit with me, my fox." Eivor's voice was deep and steady, and how Randvi loved it. She took the red head by the hand and they moved to the table by the fire closest to Eivor's—their—room. Eivor sat first and placed her burlap sack on the table, in it: a bundle of hay which securely held four eggs and a large potato.
After a bit of shuffling around, the muscular Wolf-Kissed had the potato in a pot of boiling water, and she set the eggs out as she waited for Wallace to have her meat ready. Randvi watched the fierce warrior move about, working diligently to prepare the meal.
She loved the way Eivor took great care to get the meal started. Her eyes always seemed so serious and focused when she wanted to succeed. She loved that when Eivor wanted something , she got it. Her thoughts drifted off to other visions of Eivor taking what she wanted. Again she felt hot in her cheeks. She had waited so long, for what felt like a lifetime to be with Eivor and ever since they confessed their love, she found a new fire burned deep inside her, almost constantly now. She couldn't look at Eivor for too long before she began feeling aroused beyond control or comprehension.
Today though, Eivor had a glow around her that not even the Gods could out do. Wallace finally brought the meat and Eivor laid them over the fire on a smooth, flat, hot stone that she had coated with fat. The pork chops sizzled and popped as she used her nimble fingers to sprinkle salts over the meat. Randvi watched with curiosity and delight as Eivor showed her skills she never knew her Norse woman possessed.
The meat finished cooking soon enough, then she then turned her focus to the eggs. Eivor broke them on the stone and they sizzled in the fat left by the meat. As they finished , she slid the blade of her axe beneath them and laid them, two at a time, on the wooden platter she'd brought out for their meal. Next she cut the boiled potato in half, steam blazing out of its center, which she then dusted with salt and then came the meat. She grinned a victorious grin and beamed as she placed the meal in front of Randvi, followed by a horn of stout ale, and sat next to the beautiful woman.
Randvi felt her heart swell and suddenly she was choked up, "Oh Eivor..this looks delightful!" She eyed the potato as she took in the aroma, "And I get potatoes!"
Eivor beamed and kissed Randvi on her knuckles, "Trader said it was a good season for the crops!"
Her lover took a bite and moaned. "It's divine!" Eivor now joined her as they began to eat, silence in enjoyment of the food came over them. Randvi positively hummed with happiness as she finished her food, followed by Eivor, who then stood and pulled Randvi towards their chamber. There, she went to the basin of water on the desk by the wall and rinsed her hands in the water. She felt strong hands then on her waist, and a breath behind her.
"I missed you this morning, my love," Randvi said, tilting her head to kiss Eivor's long, scarred neck. The blonde shivered and stood upright, her breath hitching in her chest as Randvi pressed her body against her own . She turned around and gazed down at Randvi, and although she really was not much taller, she still liked being slightly bigger than the other warrior. Randvi's cheeks grew more red as Eivor gazed down at her, holding her gaze with that intensity she loved so much. The intensity of Hel's fire, and eyes as piercing as the frost. She felt herself stop breathing for a moment as Eivor's head dipped to catch her lips, which had been parted with want. She leaned into the kiss and closed her eyes for the moment, then just as it had come, it was over.
"Thank you for the delicious meal. You have spoiled me, Lord." Randvi pressed against Eivor's long and lean form, wishing with every that she wasn't wearing all that armor and fur.
Eivor hummed and nodded while Randvi slid her hands up the warrior's sides, subtly pulling at her many layers, itching to move them all aside and feel the warm skin beneath. Eivor noticed Randvi's eyes and hands wandering and felt her loins become hot with her desire. "I enjoy when you call me Lord…although I cannot say I am used to it." A light laugh left Eivor's mouth as her axe hand came up to cup Randvi's cheek. It was welcome, and prompted her to lean up for another kiss, this one much more impassioned and eager.
"Well, Lord, I would have you know how much I want you at this moment…and I would ask that you spoil me some more." Randvi's eyes flashed and suddenly her expression was much less timid and much more bold, her proud chin raising up in a coy glance, her smooth fingers finally breaching Eivor's layers. She purred at the feeling of the drengr's back muscles. Keeping close to her, Randvi pulled them a few steps back, towards the bed, the firepit in the corner popped with embers and made them both jump for a moment, and they both laughed at themselves.
"I suppose the gods approve of me spoiling you rotten, my fox." Eivor husked, guiding them to the side of the bed. They met for another kiss and this time, their tongues moved to greet each other and soft lips became swollen with biting and nipping. Randvi grew more impatient for Eivor to undress, for desperate want to touch the God-like form in front of her. Suddenly and swiftly, Randvi pushed her blonde lover down on the bed, confidence taking over her strong features as she dropped her fox pelt and lifted her tunic over her head, exposing her top half to the Jarlskona below her.
"My Lord, you need to undress, now." She demanded, leaning onto one hip, "or I'll not be giving you anything more."
Eivor raised a brow and smirked as she always did, but she gave a mannered nod and said nothing as she sat up straight and began slowly removing her layers of leather and armor, holding Randvi's gaze as she went. The fire haired woman looked hungry, although they'd just had their meal, she looked ready to pounce as Eivor's under-tunic finally came off.
Before it touched the floor, Randvi was in her lap, a toned thigh on either side, squeezing Eivor as they kissed again, calloused hands coming up to run up Randvi's back and into her hair. Eivor felt compelled to ball her axe hand to a fist there and she playfully jerked Randvi's head back and a whimper left the woman's lips she had never once heard. She lost her breath at the noise and grinned, raising a brow.
"Now, only good girls get spoiled… are you a good girl? Do you deserve my riches?" Eivor asked sternly. Randvi nearly burst right there. Eivor's strength was intoxicating and she craved to be handled with it. She smiled widely even with the fist gripping her hair firmly.
"Yes, Lord. I'm a good girl. I'll be as good as you ask me to be. Please…" she bit her lip, "please, my love." Her hips pressed down, searching for something, anything, to rub herself on.
The Jarlskona laughed under her breath, "Oh, sweet fox. I'm sure you are…" Quicker than Randvi could open her mouth, Eivor stood up with surprising agility and dropped Randvi to the bed and pinned her hands above her head, leaning down to whisper wickedly into her woman's ear, "you're going to earn my spoils."
Randvi whined inexplicably and she let her brow furrow up at Eivor, who looked as cocky as the Gods they worshipped. "If you're not up to the task I am sure we can make other arrangements?" Eivor mocked.
"NO!" Randvi burst out, her arms reaching up around Eivor's neck, "No," her voice dropped and she spoke again, "I will earn your spoils, My Jarlskona." She batted her full eyelashes and bit her lip as she felt herself become wetter. Eivor felt her knees buckle a bit at the gaze of such beauty. She nodded firmly in approval.
"Good. Now then—" One of Eivor's hands gestured to the bearskin fur that acted as a rug by the bed, "on your knees, woman. You're going to show me how you please your Jarlskona."
Randvi swallowed and nearly fell off the bed trying to get down on the floor, sneaking a moment to remove her pants as she went. Eivor looked pleased and turned over to sit on the edge in front of her fox watching her with her stern, yet sensual gaze. She had to stop and admire the obedience her partner was presenting. Never had Eivor had such intimate, visceral playfulness and intense desire with someone. Never had she been worshiped from head to toe the way that Randvi did to her. And never had she wanted to give herself and her body to another. Eivor's heart swelled and she smiled with such love and admiration for the goddess at her feet. There Randvi sat, ready and poised, her hair now released from its loose braid and cascading around her shoulders. Her hands rested patiently on her thighs. Her cheeks were flushed and excitement rushed through her veins; every nerve seemed aflutter. It was hard for Eivor not to stare at her love for too long. She was trying to maintain her serious and strong demeanor.
The taller woman loosened the leather string of her trousers, beckoning Randvi to slide towards her. "Come to me." She demanded softly, scooting her hips up to allow Randvi to pull her trousers off. The redhead did as requested and reached up to hook her fingers in the band of the pants, pulling them off with ease to leave Eivor fully nude and spread confidently on the edge of their bed. Blonde hair fell neatly to the side from behind Eivor's head in a tightly wrapped braid, her head shaved perfectly on either side. She was handsome and gorgeous and glowing for Randvi. The second-in-command moved closer, still, her eyes locked on Eivor's.
"You are so remarkably gorgeous, my lord. Everything I could ever imagine. More stunning than I imagine Freyja herself." Randvi's skilled hands slid up the long length of Eivor's thighs, then over her hard and defined stomach, finally stopping to cup the supple flesh of her breasts; she sighed in pleasure at the feeling of her lovers tender chest molding to her hands, nipples hard against her calloused palms. It made Randvi wet just at the feeling, not that she hadn't been wet since Eivor had carried that wild boar in over her shoulders, looking so proud of herself, wearing that cocky grin.
She was so wet, now, that her arousal was running down her thigh and dripping on the fur underneath her. She leaned down and kissed over Eivor's abdomen, eliciting moans from the fearless woman, who leaned her head back and let a hand move to Randvi's hair. Randvi smiled, satisfied with herself already as she kissed downwards, smelling the sweet, subtle scent of Eivor's wetness before her. She licked her lips and glanced at her Lord, her own loins throbbing intensely. She gave no warning as she ran her tongue through wet folds and soft tufts of hair. She moaned against Eivor and looked up to meet her eyes, which were clouded with dark lust and pleasure as Randvi licked more, her tongue skilled and familiar, lighting Eivor ablaze as her other hand joined the first one holding Randvi's head in place. She moaned into the wetness, drinking up the taste and feeling of her lover's vulnerability before her. She obliged Eivor's hips moving into her mouth and large hands on her head, loving feeling those hands in her hair. She dipped her tongue and moved it gingerly over Eivor's folds, causing her to moan out loudly as Randvi hit just the right spot.
"Nggghhhh fuck! Randvi, you are quite g-gifted," she stammered between strokes. "Show me that you can make me release for you, little fox. Show me." Her voice was more hoarse, and breathy now, yet it still rang demanding. Her edge neared. Randvi looked into her eyes like a little minx, and she slowly brought her hand down to where her mouth was, using a lone forefinger to slide over the soaked flesh, slipping a finger in and moving it just so. Eivor's eyes snapped open and she drew in a gasp. Her hands tightened and Randvi hissed in pleasure and pain at Eivor's unbreakable grip.
"Your taste is giving me life, Lord. You are such a sweet nectar to be savored." Randvi praised, thrusting her finger perfectly into Eivor, and continued as her mouth resumed its duty. Those words sent Eivor soaring and crashing all together as her moment of pleasure reached a new high. Her muscles shook and she cried out, her grip releasing as she fell onto her back, shaking all the way down and her toes curled.
"Randvi…" her voice rolled the R as if she were drunk, her eyes flicking open and closed. While they were closed, Randvi took the opportunity to climb back on top of her lord and lover. Her groin coming to rest right below Eivor's bellybutton. The Jarlskona gasped and looked down between them in awe at the feeling of lubrication on her stomach. Her fox was eyeing her like meat.
"Was I good, my lord?" She purred, already knowing the answer. Her slightly tanned hands sliding up her lovers stomach and chest. Eivor sat up underneath her supple body, nodding into a long, deep kiss as she let her hands caress over Randvi's stunning and smooth back. It was a kiss that allowed her to taste herself on Randvi's swollen lips. It was like wine or ale—intoxicating to say the least.
"Mmm, yes, darling. You were so good, that I think that even the Saxton's God may accept your virtue.." She teased, going in for another kiss. Eivor's hands wandered back down to Randvi's round backside, giving a hard squeeze, then slid her palms over wide hips and large breasts. Her mouth kissed away from Randvi's lips and down her delicate throat, where she allowed herself to bite down quite hard and suckle the skin. She groped at the body atop her, showing the strength in her hands as her wanting partner moved in harmony with Eivor's hands, craving the touch of her drengr. She sucked and squeezed until Randvi had a deep Tyrian purple mark on her neck line. Eivor admired it briefly. "Mine." She growled to herself, so that Randvi would hear.
As she heard Eivor speak, her hips thrust down with more desire while Eivor's mouth kissed and bit ravenously across perfect creamy skin, and never neglecting the hard nipples at the ends of Randvi's supple chest. "All yours, Jarlskona. No one else will ever have me as you are now. I will never let anyone else have me." Randvi moaned, biting her lips to hold in her arousal. She was so aroused and yet, Eivor hadn't even come close to touching her there, where she needed it. She whined as their kissing deepened and once again, Randvi was being lifted with ease and laid down for her lover to bask in. At the loss of contact, she made a displeased face as Eivor now stood upright before her, looking down at her with sultry eyes, ablaze with nothing but pure, unfiltered desire.
"You are very very cute when you pout, my little fox…maybe you should tell me what it is you want me to do?" She prodded, a smirk on her lips, her hands coming to rest on her narrow, toned hips in an assertive stance. Randvi pouted even more, not wanting to give in to Eivor's request just yet. She wanted Eivor to take her for all she had, and take her with force. Randvi matched her smirk and leaned up on her elbows, a long leg extending out to place her toes on Eivor's chest, sliding them down the hard line drawn by toned muscle. Her eyes flicked with delight as Eivor sized her up, her mind spinning threads of possible next moves. Finally, the Jarlskona wrapped her fingers around Randvi's ankle and stoked up her perfect leg, her square jaw tilting with her head.
"You know already what I want, lord." Randvi jested, raising her brows in a challenge. Loki must have fueled her mischievous expression because it made Eivor's loins throb for more.
"Hmm…I'm not sure I do, vixen. I'd like you to tell me. Otherwise I'll assume you've had enough!" She raised her hands up in the air as if to say 'I don't make the rules!' Randvi's foot fell from the bare stomach of her partner and she licked her lips again, remaining propped on her elbows, smile never fading, but her eyes softening.
Gods. How did I get so blessed? Thought Eivor. "Tell me. What you. Want," were the words she spoke, her face becoming serious and stoic, and with her words she brought a hand up to Randvi's face, holding her chin firmly so she was forced to look up at her lover.
"My lord…I want you to fuck me. Not just fuck me though…" Randvi finally let slip as she leaned forward to kiss around Eivor's naval, her green-blue eyes never looking from her face. "I want you to take it from me."
Eivor could have sworn she felt herself completely soaked again at her lovers words. Her brow rose coyly and she grinned, a plan rising to thought. She looked nonchalant for a moment before lifting Randvi up to her feet and spinning her around so that her back was to Eivor's chest. Their breathing became heavy and deep at the feeling of skin on skin and Randvi moaned. Those strong hands now held Randvi in a very compromised position. Eivor held her upper arms behind her back with one hand, and with the other, reached down to grope the ass pressed to her hips. A loud, clean SLAP rang out and a sting shot though Randvi as a red handprint now started to show on her ass cheek. She was wood to be carved, leather to be worked, metal to be forged, under Eivor's strong touch. Her moans were unhinged now as Eivor delivered another spank. And another.
"You're mine," she husked deeply, her hand sliding up from holding her arms to wrap around Randvi's throat. "And if I want to fuck and plough you," her other hand stopped spanking and pushed Randvi's legs apart slightly, before she reached down to the perfect wetness waiting there, and pushed two strong fingers inside. Randvi made an animalistic sound of pleasure at the feeling, "then I'll do so whenever I like." She finished. Then she went to work. First slowly, deeply; but as she pumped, Randvi was trying to move her hips faster and harder into Eivor's hand. Eivor gave in to her wants and fucked harder, pumped faster, and soon, all she could hear was Randvi spewing mantras of praise as she let Eivor all but use her. She didn't know how she was still standing as her ass moved back and forth, colliding with strong hips. She felt herself coming embarrassingly close to the edge already.
"Yes, Eivor, more! More…Please don't stop..." Her words were rushed and desperate, "I just want to be your good girl.." she whimpered as Eivor kept pace, sweat glistening on every part of her body. She felt hungrier for Randvi's release and decided to take it farther. The Jarlskona pushed Randvi to the bed with just enough force to make Randvi give a surprised whimper, landing face down and barely catching herself as Eivor swooped in behind her. Randvi purred with delight and positioned herself on her elbows and knees, but was shocked to have her shoulders shoved roughly into the bed. She struggled to maneuver her face from the sudden bunch of fur against it to look back at her prized drengr, who was arched over her like a rabid wolf.
"Stay down then, like the obedient whore that you are," Eivor snarled with lust as her fingers slipped back inside Randvi. With a cry of pleasure from them as a pair, Eivor did not relent. Her strokes were better than that of any man, and Randvi was all but lost in their sex, letting herself go as Eivor took each stroke and pounded into her.
"May I have my release, Lord? Please let me," Randvi begged. This was a side of her that no one else would ever get to see, and it made that all the more enticing and erotic to see her in such a state. She was only ever seen standing over the war table, hammer on her hip, and a hard look on her face. No one else would get to see her relinquish herself to another in such a way, begging for the ultimate pleasure. It was something divine, and something that shook Eivor to witness.
Eivor smiled wickedly and pressed her body against her before whispering, "show me, show me how I make you feel." And just like that, Randvi came in a tidal wave that she couldn't see the end of, and as she fell to the bed, Eivor guided her into her back, and slowly crawled up between her legs, feral for more. Before the wave was over, Eivor's mouth was deep against her lovers wet center, licking and lapping and loving it generously. She was slower this time around, not wanting to over stimulate the fire headed queen.
"Gods, Eivor," she loaned tirelessly, unable to keep her head up to look upon her love's face. "I may…a-again…" she couldn't even muster the words. All she could do was cry out Eivor's name. Her breathing was far too labored now to say anything else. Finally, after cleaning her up, Eivor climbed up to meet Randvi's gorgeous face, which was flush red and glowing, lips parted and looking for oxygen as she admired Eivor's face , much like a mortal looking on a God. Eivor smiled and licked her fingers clean, as well, offering her red fox a taste of herself, which was happily accepted. Eivor savored the feeling of her fingers in Randvi's mouth. Finally she drew back her hand and kissed her right on the lips.
"I love you," Randvi cooed, curling into Eivor's body, asking to be held. Eivor gladly pulled the other woman to her chest, kissing her face and head, breathing in unison and taking in the embrace.
"And I, you. Truly. Deeply. And for as long as I live, Randvi. You are the sun." Eivor spoke like a steady stream flowing down a mountain. "You are the moon. And you are the stars."
Blush rose to Randvi's cheeks once again and she reached up to trace one of the scars along Eivor's cheek and lips, her own mouth curving to smile and kiss along her jawline. "Stunning, Wolf-Kissed. That's what you are." She peeked over by where the fire pit stood, dwindling from the previous nights fire.
"Are you cold, my love?" Hummed the blonde, watching Randvi contemplate getting up and rekindling the flames that warmed the room.
"We said we would be productive today, but now I'm starting to think we may have overshot our motivation…" Randvi sighed, half-joking and with her fingers playing with the end of Eivor's braid. "Did you not have plans today?" She asked, her hand now moving down and tracing one of Eivor's many tattoos.
"I admit, I do feel a bit selfish, the day must be at least half gone, now…" Eivor trailed off, trying to crane her long neck to see out the small slit on the privacy curtain. Unable to get a good peek, the Jarlskona lifted herself from the bed, not without one more kiss to Randvi's lucious lips. Pouting once more, she sat up in suite and pulled the caribou fur up over her lap, hair a mess, and skin glowing. Eivor licked her lips, taking a long look as she dressed again, layering her leathers and furs, but leaving her armor on the wooden sitting chair by the desk. Mouse suddenly poked her large, furry head in through the doorway wondering if she may enter.
"Come on in Mousey Girl," Eivor called gently, making a kiss noise and waving her hand. The wolf eagerly came in, glad her room was not being taken over any more by the humans who made noises that she wanted no part of. She climbed up on the bed and curled up at the end. Randvi sighed, deciding that if Eivor was going to get dressed, then She would too.
She stood, and stretched out her long limbs, catching Eivor's attention once again. How anyone could see Randvi and not feel a flutter in their guts, Eivor did not know. She dressed herself quickly, feeling the chill of the air start to seep on again. Once dressed, it was time to fix her unruly red mane. She brushed through it with an ornate comb that Eivor had brought back from Essex, a spoil of war that had been a gift for Randvi. She got most all of the tangles out of her hair and easily braided it over her shoulder. All the while, Eivor struggled with her own braid, which she had in her hands, but reaching in a very uncomfortable position. Randvi smiled to herself and walked over to help.
Without asking, she moved Eivor's hands aside and began tightening and adjusting the single braid of thick blonde hair. "You should have told me you needed help," she teased, giving her work a once over before lingering on Eivor's shoulder a moment. She knew very well that Eivor would never have asked her for help, with a pride bigger than Odin's, she always resisted assistance. "So, my Jarl…what would you like to do today?"
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