Fenrir's Binding: The Queen and The Barbarian

Chapter Four: Discoveries

Fenrir's Binding: The Queen And The Barbarian

By evolution-500

Genres: Romance/Angst

Feedback: Always welcome

WARNING: This story contains violence, coarse language and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer: Killer Instinct" is a property belonging to Rareware and Microsoft while "The Boys" is a property by Garth Ennis and Dynamite Comics. I do not own these characters.

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Chapter Four: Discoveries

"Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth because they don't want their illusions destroyed."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Opening her eyes, Maggie lay contentedly on the bed in satisfaction, curling up against Tusk's body as they lay together beneath the covers, her head resting on his pecs, nuzzling up to them.

Wow!

That was all Maggie could think, her mind dazed, her hair a mess.

She's had plenty of lovers throughout the years, some of them really good, but...wow!

Wow!

She couldn't remember anyone, apart from Homelander, to have had such stamina, let alone was able to outlast her of all people! Usually it was the other way around! Hell, even Elena had complained at times that she was too much for her to handle!

Wiping her sweaty forehead, Maggie giggled girlishly, her face blushing red as she removed bangs from her damp forehead, her mind reeling from the countless hours of love-making. They had spent all day and night at it like rabbits, and right now she had the biggest idiotic grin on her face, the largest and widest that she ever had in quite a while.

For the first time in God knew how long, she felt relaxed.

Turning over to her lover, she watched as Tusk slept quietly, watching his powerful muscled chest as it rose and fell with each breath.

What a man!

From the way he had acted in bed, it had been very much apparent that he hadn't had sex in a very long time, and that he had been craving for it. Like a starving wolf that hadn't had anything to eat in a long, long time. He had been gentle, yet strong and passionate, just the way she liked it.

Leaning forward, Maeve affectionately pecked his cheek, brushing her thumb against it before standing up, wrapping her body with an extra blanket to cover herself as she got up, her legs nearly buckling under her as she struggled to keep her balance, using the table for support.

Jesus Christ, she felt like fucking Gumby!

Letting out a slightly tired laugh, Maeve smiled over at her lover's sleeping form, shaking her head in wonder.

Incredible. Absolutely incredible.

Once she regained enough feeling in her legs and was confident enough to stand on her own, Maeve wandered around, looking at the various items on the shelves.

Brushing her hair back, Maeve saw various different artifacts and weapons, some of them very old and ancient-looking. She saw knives, axes, swords, shields and relics of all kinds, many of the former very worn and chipped in places. A few were cracked and tinted green with age. Letting her eyes wander, Maeve interestedly glanced over at what looked like Thracian gladiator armor. Picking up the helmet from the latter, she studied it curiously, her hand feeling along the aged metal. Putting it down, Maeve turned her attention to the other objects in the room.