Your neck is like a tower built with rows of stone
Decorated with a thousand shields from warriors grown
Your two breasts are like two of the stags at the branches of Yggdrasill
I compare you to Freyr’s horse that passes through flames and darkness chill
I bit my lip. I… didn’t know what to say.
Týr gave me an awkward, sheepish smile. “I tried to warn you.”
I struggled to keep a straight face, and a giggle escaped. “I just have to know, is that really how you compare me?”
His eyes went wide. “No! No, it’s so much better than that. I just… when I try to put it to words… even non-verse words to you is… difficult.”
I could accept that answer. He tried. It was absolutely the worst poem I’d ever heard, but he tried. And I could forgive him because of it. I understood now why he had never tried before. All his other actions made so much more sense now. He attempted to make up for his lack of poetry in other ways.
I leaned close, my lips brushing against his ear. “Then, we’ll just have to make some poetry together.”
Týr’s grip on my dress tightened, and I swore I heard something rip. “You’re a tease, Valkyrie.”
I slid my fingers along his jaw and lightly kissed his cheek. “I can be more than just a tease.”
He turned to gaze into my eyes. His hand slid into my hair. I gasped when he grabbed a fistful and a surprisingly pleasant sensation rushed through me. “When I’m done with you, it’ll only ever be my name you scream, and you will be the most worshiped and pleased woman in existence.”
My heart beat hard in my chest, and my breathing hitched. Týr leaned in and captured my lips with his. Firm and demanding, but with a hint of gentleness. The kiss stoked the heat pooling in my belly until it spread like a raging wildfire through my entire body.
I tangled my hands in his hair, my pulse pounding in my ears. Everything he was enveloped me, enticed me, made me crave more.
A hungry, possessive growl rumbled through his chest. Fabric tore, and I gasped when air cooler than my skin hit my back. Týr took advantage and plunged his tongue into my open mouth, devouring me.
His strong hands roamed my bare skin, yanking and tugging at any fabric that dared impede his exploration until I was naked from the waist up, and my skirts were torn and only in place because of the way I sat on his lap.
I didn’t care about the dress. I desperately wanted it gone, along with his clothes. I didn’t want to ruin the tunic I’d made him, but hel if it and his trousers weren’t in the way right now.
Týr broke the kiss, and I panted for air. My veins simmered and my body tingled with more need than I’d ever experienced before. He held my gaze as his hands continued to roam my body.
I groaned when his calloused hands dragged along my heaving breasts. It wasn’t a sensation I’d ever experienced before, and I liked it. I kissed him again with fevered demand and tugged on his tunic. “Týr…”
He grinned against my mouth. “I’ve hardly started making love to you and you’re already a mess. I’m going to enjoy watching you writhe under me.”
Love? Týr kissed me again, stealing my thoughts. His fingers dragged along my breasts and flicked my aching nipples. I moaned, wanting more of that. He obliged, teasing, flicking, and pinching the sensitive peaks.
I needed more. Using his shoulders for balance, I pulled myself farther onto his lap. My dress scraps fell away as I swung my leg over him, seating myself comfortably in his lap, facing him. His hard cock strained against his trousers and pressed against my needy pussy.
Týr’s hands roamed my naked body, stoking my overwhelming need. I rocked my hips, grinding into his hardness, desperate to alleviate some of my overwhelming desire.
Týr groaned in response and tried to still me. “Patience, Valkyrie.”
I scrabbled at his belt. “No.”
His belt clattered to the floor. I tugged on his tunic next. It needed to go. All his clothes needed to disappear.
I bit and sucked on Týr’s lower lip. He growled, the sensation reverberating through me in an intoxicating way.
Týr’s hands slid over my ass and gripped me tight. I gasped when he stood and wrapped my legs around his waist. Without his belt, his trousers dropped and he stepped out of them, heading for the bedroom.
I kissed him desperately, until he spoke against my lips. “Which bed is yours, Valkyrie?”
