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Their first encounter had awakened something within her long thought dead and buried. Lust, the craving of affection, touch, desire bubbling inside her belly every time she allowed her mind to wander back to that night. Strong hands anchoring her in place, calloused fingers stoking the flames under her skin higher and brighter until she broke into pieces to be picked up and fitted together again. Different yet whole. It wasn’t as if she had never had lovers either. Before her marriage she had taken in several and they had been fun and pleasurable adventures in her youth. Her marriage had even been one of those in the beginning but less so near the end. But true to his word nothing had changed between them in battle or out of it. Kratos still regarded her with the same respect and reliance on her abilities as he had in the time before. And yet she craved the flesh he laid exposed in front of her constantly. A beast awakened from a long slumber had her hands tingling and her belly tight with anticipation. It was not uncontrollable nor did it interfere with her capabilities in battle, only in the quiet moments in between. In the days where they separated though never for long. As if she were some lovesick girl instead of a Valkyrie warrior, or Shield Maiden now. It both vexed and thrilled her in equal parts as every thought of him accompanied the sting of the way his hands had wrapped around her son’s head and twisted to leave him dead in the snow. But that memory hurt less each day. It was the memory of him but not, the boy he used to be, not the man he became and yet the guilt remained.
It was Atreus in his youthful wisdom who had solidified the path she took next. The boy was scarcely a man and yet wise beyond most men she had ever met. So kind and generous in such a way she jokingly questioned his parentage but not aloud and not really. Kratos could be kind and generous. He had been during his night with her muddled by whatever had been in the air. Different and yet the same in so many ways. When he came to her and told her she looked happy. When asked what he meant he shrugged, “You don’t have the sadness around your eyes. At least not as much as you used to. There isn’t this cloud pressing on your shoulders and you seem better I don’t know. Maybe that’s crazy.”
It hadn’t been and she told him so.
“I’m glad that you and my father are getting along well. As friends and if that changes then that’s good too. He seems happier with you by his side.”
She hadn’t known what to say other than to thank him for his words and enjoy his presence in her life. Both him and his father.
But after he had left them once again the energy between them felt electrified with the promise of something more and after a particularly challenging battle the tension snapped in the most glorious way possible.
Bloodied, covered in sweat and panting his golden eyes had met fertile brown as he placed his ax upon his back and stalked over to her. Clumsy fingers held tight to her weapon as the wild energy he exuded caught her up in its whirlwind and she backed up only to be caged in his arms against a heavy tree. Mardoll fell from her grasp and the sound of the dull thud could barely be heard over harsh breaths before he seemed to regain his senses and start to pull back. Freya, adrenaline already pumping through her body, bloodied and wet with sweat stopped him and pulled him back. Heat of a different kind flooded her body as she offered the column of her neck to him and he let out a sound near to a growl as he pushed her firmly against the roughened bark at her back. “Yes.” She whispered. His hand, pale alabaster rose up from where her vision could see as he traced the apple of her cheek down past her ear to rest two fingers at the jumping pulse at the base of her skull. He paused there for a few moments then his palm swept down over her neck collar bones and breast down her side and cupped her rear to lift her effortlessly up to eye level. Her legs dangled over the ground but she cared very little as he gave her a firm squeeze.
“I have thought of you more often than I should. More often than I thought I could after Faye’s death.”
“We can talk after. Right now I need you to fuck me. Please.” It was not begging nor asking as such. The tone was far too sharp, commanding, desperate and he gave a gruff chuckle before nodding.
“As you wish.” Kratos released both his axe and placed it gently on the ground compared to his blades which he allowed to clatter onto the ground behind him.
Kratos reached up to the waist of her leggings and when his other hand joined the first on her rear she felt fingers bunch up and the sound of leather tearing accompanied by air across her backside. The jolt pushed her further up the tree as he adjusted his grip and fingers trailed along her flesh to press into the soft warmth where she needed him. The battle had riled her up and his presence and the naked passion in his firm gaze had the beginnings of arousal leaking from her. The rough ridges of well worn fingers prodded at her and found her soft but not ready enough and she let out a rather undignified noise of surprise as he hefted her up higher to brace her inner thighs at his chin. He shifted the meat of her legs over his armored shoulders and she let out a sharp guttural noise as he dove in with little preamble. Blunted nails upon firm fingertips kept her from closing her legs at the sudden sensation of his beard along the insides of her thighs and the feel of his tongue along her. A hand shot down to his head as if seeking purchase in hair that did not exist, something to hold her steady as he began to experiment with each motion. Her other hand dug sharply into the bark of the tree above her head as she inhaled in a heaving gasp, legs locked around and dug into the leather of his armor. He nipped, licked, kissed and within minutes had her gasping and trembling as he honed in on what made her feel the most pleasure. Her thighs trembled in his grasp as she sobbed and arched up, “There, there, there, there.” She stuttered out as he honed in on her bud to lap at it gently which sent her curling inward with an echoing moan and with another cry she dug into him and locked him in place as she came shuddering and snarling while fire whipped through her veins. Her core clenched and fluttered around nothing as more slick flowed from her. Kratos backed off for a few moments to nip at the crease where her thigh met her pelvis before he readjusted his grip and set his mouth to her again. The orgasm came faster this time, tighter, and longer though he did not relent and she felt her body fall lax against the tree at her back, the rough bark catching her hair .
She felt one of his hands move from her hip down over her rear to tease at her opening and she spread her legs further if possible with a breathy whine as she felt the relieving press of the digit stroking along her walls. Accompanied by his tongue at her clit one finger pressed into two then she felt the bubbling pressure winding tighter and tighter, the keen feeling of her walls fluttering against something made it better as it boiled over with another loud cry but this time after her vision cleared she pushed at his head, “No more.” The rough inflection of her voice surprised her as did the clear and sudden presence of cool air across the apex of her thighs. Gold eyes stared up at her with a mouth damp and beard glistening with the remnants of her pleasure. She made her eyes focus on him.
“Do you wish to stop?”
“You haven’t fucked me yet, Kratos.” Hoarseness led to her voice being far more sultry than she intended and with a huff of warm air along her thigh he disentangled her thighs from his shoulders and wiped his mouth before he slid her down the tree.
“Hold fast.” He urged her as he used a single hand to hold her aloft to open his trousers and release the faulds protecting his groin.
With far more effort than she would have liked she managed to bring her legs up to rest at the top of his hips and when his grip tightened she stared right into him as she felt the head of him breach her slowly. His nostrils flared and eyes narrowed slightly as she sank further down onto his cock and she let out a shuddering breath when she met the base of him.
With each rise and fall of her body she continued to meet his gaze, hunger reflected back at her, but also something deeper that she couldn’t yet name. He pressed into her with the same slow, methodical pace hardly breaking a sweat, no tremble in his limbs and the raw power of him made another pulse of arousal flutter her core around him. The subtle twitch of his jaw the only clue to her effect on him. Soon though the pace changed, deeper, harder, the bump of her clit to the wiry hair at the base of him send ripples through her. Her fingertips tingled, then her arms, the top of her head as it all coiled and coalesced into the same boiling, bubbling, pressure where they joined. And yet, neither of them could look away. Her lips parted and she let out a desperate noise that couldn’t be contained any longer. Once the first slipped from her lips more followed and even Kratos grunted and huffed louder at each cry he pulled from her. As her vision blurred at the edges she stubbornly kept her gaze on him even as her body wanted to arch back and open up to everything he was willing to pour into her. It wasn’t until the string finally snapped for the final time that she did throw her head back and dug her nails into his back before a quick palm had her leaning forward. The meat of his shoulder met her mouth and she bit down without thinking, moaning into his skin as her body convulsed around him, nails scrambling for purchase as he grunted and pressed their lower bodies into the tree with finality. His chest rose and fell rapidly against her upper body and she was left fatigued, dreamily mouthing at his neck where the red welt of her bite stood starkly against his skin.
They stayed like that for some time until Freya pulled away. He set her down onto the ground gently and held her as her legs buckled then straightened. “Satisfied?”
“Shut up.” She quipped back as he chuckled while she took steps as if she were a newborn fawn rather than a seasoned warrior.
“Do you wish for me to carry you?”
She snorted back at him and continued on with a smile on her face though their relationship and future now changed and uncertain. For now though when she felt his hand at the small of her back she leaned into it rather than away and that made her feel as if things would work out for them both.