“That’s my good girl,” Hakon said under his breath, and once again Sif trembled. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the delightful task of pleasing her man.
The heavy hand on her head clenched.He must be close.Sif increased the speed at which she worked her lips and tongue along his length.
“Enough,” commanded Hakon, and Sif let him out of her mouth with an audiblepop. He took her hand and lifted her up, moving Sif until she was standing right at the end of his bed.
Hakon seized her firmly by the back of her neck, and Sif gasped again. Her response to his acts of possession were immediate and deep in her core. She was soaked. Hakon slowly pushed her head downwards until it was pressed against the mattress, her punished ass high in the air, her wetly glistening pussy exposed.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. Sif didn’t want to. She was exactly where she was supposed to be. Her lips parted as Hakon’s cock nestled against the wet petals of her sex. She felt his hands at her hips, gripping themfirmly. Then Hakon thrust forwards, driving his entire length inside of her, forcing her up onto her toes.
Sif’s world exploded into stars yet again. She had no time to gather herself or recover; Hakon was driving into her again and again, pummeling her pussy, driving her wild. She clenched the blankets on the bed in a desperate attempt to get some traction.
“Goddess!” Sif cried, as Hakon drove her body over the heights of pleasure once again. He was relentless, a grip on her hips like iron, ramming himself into her.
“You. Are. Mine!” Hakon roared, emphasizing each word with a driving thrust that brought her up on her toes again. On the final thrust, Hakon erupted inside her, the sensation driving her over the edge one last time.
Sif remained over the bed, her ass in the air, her legs trembling, feeling the sweat on her back begin to dry in the cool air. She didn’t want to move. Hakon was still inside her, his hands still gripping her, and they were intimately connected.
Sif stared at the blanket she was holding onto, slowly releasing her grip. She felt Hakon withdraw then heard the sounds of him reassembling his clothing. A moment later, his hands were on her,stroking her and guiding her onto the bed and under the blankets.
Sif snuggled into Hakon’s arms, laying her head on his broad chest. She felt his hand gently stroking her hair.
“Sif, my dear heart,” rumbled Hakon, “I’m so glad you’re mine. And I am yours.”
I am his. And he is mine.Everything else had fallen away. Sif closed her eyes and let sleep take her exhausted body.
***
Hakon walked slowly out to the front steps of the house, where Gunnar sat polishing two swords. Hakon sat down next to his brother.
“I couldn’t let Hvitserk’s blood just dry on the blade,” said Gunnar. “That gives you rust spots, sure as anything. Then I realized my own sword could use a polish, so here we are.”
“Here we are,” agreed Hakon. He picked up his sword and inspected it carefully. “A masterful job. Thank you, Brother.”
Gunnar shrugged and smiled, returning to his own sword. “So,” he said, “tides are turning.”
“They are indeed,” sighed Hakon. “With Sif, I have everything I ever wanted. But she comes with a price.”
“I heard. The whole of Jomsburg heard!” laughed Gunnar. “She offered herself to you, in exchange for your sword. So what does she want your sword for? Aside from the obvious, of course.”
Hakon punched his brother in the arm but without malice. Then his face grew somber. “She’s had a vision, Brother. In her dreams. She saw Freyja, who came to warn Sif of a coming danger to the whole island of Gotland, Visby and the Ironwood included.”
Gunnar lifted an eyebrow. “Well. Nothing small, then. What’s the nature of this threat?”
“Not clear, apparently. But something that requires swords,” replied Hakon.
“Swords. Plural.” Gunnar set his blade down, gave his wrist a rub, and looked at his brother. “That means more than you, Hakon.”
“It does,” agreed Hakon.
Silence fell softly between them.
“Go ahead and ask, you fool,” said Gunnar finally.
“I won’t. This is my journey, Brother. For my ends, my goals. I can’t ask you to risk your life for my dreams,” said Hakon stubbornly.
His brother snorted. “And where in the Nine Worlds am I supposed to be, Brother, if not watching your back? I’m going, and there’s an end to it.”
Hakon shook his head. “I thank Odin the Allfather for giving me such an elder brother.”
