Free Norse Valor by Constantine De Bohon Page A

moisture in his friend’s eyes. Ari had loved
his wife. Vakr placed his hand onto Ari’s shoulder in a gesture of
understanding. They stood motionless for a few moments before Ari pushed past
Vakr and left the hut.
    “Vakr?” Svana whispered.
    “He has given you the dress, sweetling.”
    “It’s like he chewed on it in his mind first,” she muttered.
    Vakr turned and pulled her into his embrace. “He is saddened
by his loss.”
    Svana reached up to stroke his cheek. “You are sad, too.”
    “Yes.”
    Svana stepped back from him. Very slowly she began to
undress. Soon her high firm breasts were spilling from her garment. Long
fingers slid down her bare flesh as she exposed her flat belly then rounded
hips. The leather hit the ground with a small plop. She smiled so seductively
he felt his hard cock twitch. When she turned, he watched her behind sway as
she walked over to the steamy pool. Svana stepped down and groaned.
    “Oh God, this feels so good.”
    Vakr was panting as he shed his clothes in record time.
Svana’s gasps and squeals of delight made it sound like the water was
pleasuring her. When Vakr entered the water behind her, she turned and pressed
herself against him. Her fingers stroked his back and behind. Her delicate lips
kissed his chest. Vakr buried his hand into her long auburn hair and tilted her
face up to meet his gaze.
    Svana trailed her fingers down the side of his face. Her
hand lowered and he quivered when she gripped his hard length. Back and forth
her hand slid. Vakr leaned down and captured her lips. He could fell her breath
in his mouth. He squeezed her behind and pulled her closer. When his eyes
opened to gaze upon her, he was treated to the tenderest expression. Vakr could
tell his sadness was shared.
    “The village suffering is not your fault, Vakr. You are not
a God,” Svana whispered.
    “Sometimes I think they expect me to be.”
    “You can only give them what you expect from yourself. I see
already it’s too much. Be yourself; be a man. Let the Gods be Gods,” she
advised. Svana’s look became playful. “Show me how much man you can be.”
    Vakr groaned when her grip on his cock tightened. Vakr lift
her up and settled her legs around his waist. He slid ever so gently into her.
Her body welcomed him and her back arched. She closed around him as he felt her
stretch to accept all of him. Her hands clutched around his neck. Hot warm
kisses were then trailed over his throat and jaw.
    She whispered to him that she loved how he tasted. Their
loving was sweet, slow. Her back arched again when he thumped harder into her.
The motion created little waves in the pool. Swishing sounds filled the hut as
the water lapped at them both.
    Svana’s fingers curled round his neck and into his hair.
Vakr pressed her back against the smooth stone keeping her immobile. Both of
his large arms wrapped around her back and waist. They rocked together. It was
sweet and wonderful and hot and fulfilling. Vakr thought it fitting to make
love. He wasn’t feeling sad anymore. From the way Svana was crying out his name,
he guessed she wasn’t either. For the first time in his life Vakr felt
complete. His feet didn’t feel the need to wander in search of something. Vakr
had finally found what he needed. She was in his arms.
    When his seed exploded into Svana, he gripped her tight
without moving. He was buried as far as was humanly possible into her. They
remained that way for some time until Svana began squirming against him. Vakr
wouldn’t budge. He wanted none of his babies to escape.
    “Vakr?”
    “Give me a child.”
    “Maybe one. But six is pushing it.”
    Vakr chuckled. One
would do for now.
    * * *
*
    Svana was hunched over a huge cauldron in Vakr’s mother’s
hut. Vakr was watching with interest. In fact he had been dogging her every
move for the last two weeks. At first she was relieved, now she wondered if he
would follow her around for the rest of her life. Vakr had been right when he
said