when Halfdan the Black finds love in an unexpected being, and when he goes against the odds of all his people. the gods are with him, just as they are with his brother, and with the power they give him- he won't let his life, or his love, go to wast...
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Halfdan always believed that the gods had given him the best of things that a man could ever have or get, he always believed —since he was a young boy— that the smell of death, the feeling of splattered blood, the sound of war and battle cries was the greatest thing he'd ever experience in his lifetime.
He always thought that the gods had given him everything he desired, everything he had craved, but he was wrong. He'd never felt something so special before, so powerful. The feelings radiating through his entire body were electrifying, they were astonishing, completely erasing his memories of the past encounters he had with other women along with his brother on the conquest for Norway.
Halfdan could feel those slender fingers digging into the lithe muscle of his back, he could feel her chest bumping against his, he could feel everything, but he only focused on her. He pressed his forehead to hers as he held her up against the mountain buried beneath the surface of the lake, thrusting into her as only the moon and stars were out to witness their actions.
He could feel A'Tanasey's hands as they roamed the plains of his back before they slid up to trace the rest of his body wherever she could reach, and it made his skin crawl in pleasure. The tingles from her soft fingertips urged him on as he kept thrusting, his cock going deeper and deeper into her slick cunt.
He loved the way her moans sounded, loved the way they echoed through the tunnels of his ears as he continued, and though he wanted to find his release, he wanted to make sure that she found hers. Halfdan couldn't withhold the deep groans escaping his throat, he couldn't silence his raspy moans that seemed to make A'Tanasey go faster.
"Els-Elskan," he choked, the vein bulging from his neck as he held her slim hips in a tight, firm grasp. He could feel her pulse and her blood rushing beneath her skin as he pushed himself into her as far as he could go, his hips meeting hers as he heard her cry out. Slightly looking up at her as she came undone hypnotized him, watching as her head fell back to rest against the slick rocks, as her swollen lips barely parted, as her canines bore through. It was magical to him, it was a sight that he wanted to always see and a sight that he would never forget.
He softly kissed her glistening, milky skin as it glowed under the reflected moonlight, the luminance also reflecting that of the iridescent shells of both of their mating bands. He wore the band on his wrist where he could rub the delicately placed shells whenever he felt anxious or upset, and he could just as easily look at them if he wanted to. The piece was precious to him, special and deeply cherished. It wasn't something he would easily give up or take off.
Wherever he could reach, he worshipped her, not caring about the world still spinning around them. She was the queen of his damaged heart, his hardened mind, his broken soul; and he wouldn't let her forget it. A'Tanasey made him feel everything, all the things he never felt before and all things he never would've felt if it weren't for her. He praised her like the christians praised their god, like he praised his gods, though nothing could compare to the depths of which he'd go for her.
