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In fact, she discovered a new tattoo just this morning, which she considered to be his gift to her. So perhaps they were even, though no one bothered keeping count.
The gift of Kai was priceless. Not all the treasures in all the realms could ever compare.
In the early morning light, as she traced the muscles in his broad back and shoulders as he lay on his stomach in the fur-covered hay, she followed the deep groove of his spine to the tops of his buttocks. There, at the end of his tailbone, a cluster of runes began. They narrowed like an arrow into the tight line between those stone-hard mounds.
“Only Eir’s,” the runes said simply.
With an almost maniacal fervor, she’d proceeded to prove those words right.
Eir was an ass woman. Always had been.
She loved the power in a man’s well-honed buttocks. The bigger, tighter, and rounder, the better.
So much power in those masculine muscles. So much grace and secret pleasure. To deliver and to receive. A man who didn’t know the intensity of his gland-induced orgasm was to be pitied. The pleasure she could give him multiplied exponentially if he let her.
And here was Kai. Declaring even that secret part of him hers as well. Only hers and no one else’s.
Gods! She was deliriously addicted to this man!
He turned slightly to glance at her now, a serene smile curving his lips. He was sitting beside her with his long, muscular legs bent at the knees, his arms draped over them, hands clasped loosely.
“What are you thinking about, Valkyrie?” he rumbled in that deliciously deep voice.
Eir shivered involuntarily with delight.
How she loved all of his sounds. Especially the ones he made in the throes of ecstasy. Music to her ears.
“The battle ahead of us,” she lied.
She was thinking about eating out his ass in explicit detail, was what she was thinking about. Then turning him over so she could eat his cock while fingering his pleasure knot inside.
She wondered whether she could beat the latest count of how many times she’d made him come that way. Her best score thus far was four times in succession over a period of two hours. That feat in of itself might not be astounding given the man’s godly stamina, but the fact that he’d spent most of those two hours endlessly coming was a win by Eir’s tally.
She’d slain him good. Broken him down. And put him slowly back together only to do it all over again.
He’d been a sweat-covered, gloriously sticky, panting mess afterwards. He’d paid her back once he recovered (which thankfully didn’t take him long at all) by riding her hard from behind. On all fours. Then on her stomach. And finally, on her side. Until they fell asleep exhausted that way, his undying erection still shuddering within her tight clasp.
“Here.”
She handed him her gift with both hands given its heavy weight and length, transferring it from her lap to his.
He gave her a curious look, but she didn’t meet his eyes, pretending to squint into the distance at something that caught her eye. When, really, nothing would catch her eye again as long as Kai was near.
Was this what men felt like when they gifted their sweethearts with flowers, trinkets and promise rings?
Eir loved her sisters and had gifted them many things over the years, but it had never made her feel this way before.
Like she was short of breath. Like her heart was trying to pound its way out of her chest. Like she had eaten something suspect the day before for the way her belly fluttered and gurgled, tying itself in knots.
Wordlessly, he unwrapped the object beside her.
She heard his indrawn breath when it was revealed: an intricately carved battle axe made specifically for his size and strength.
He didn’t speak as his hands smoothed over the polished handle and gleaming metal. As his fingertips traced the lines of text that ran along the sharpened edge.
With the strength of Odin, Thor and Balder, with the power of Freya, Tyr and Ullr, may this axe aim true and vanquish thy enemies.
The longer Kai remained silent, the more Eir fretted.
