A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Set Aside The Horror.

The next day, Valkyrie was silent. He didn't ask questions, just brooded and sulked. Lincoln finally had enough of his mate's behavior and sat down beside him on the bed after kicking out Carlo. "Valkyrie I am not even sure, if I am going to go through with it. We can always run, once they are out of me, and I am okay to travel. It will be much easier anyway, we don't have to worry about me going into labor or pregnancy complications."

The warrior didn't reply, just stared straight ahead. "Valkyrie...."

"Stop talking," he snarled, his tone hurting Lincoln far more than the Bounty Hunter could have believed. Valkyrie never spoke to him in a harsh tone, he was always gentle an loving, upon finding out Lincoln was pregnant.

"Valky...." Lincoln whimpered, and without warning he found himself pinned on his back, a the soft covers pressing into his back. Valkyrie's massive weight was not placed gently and his gaze was dark and clouded. When the Bounty Hunter suddenly yelped because of the pressure on his stomach, Valkyrie jumped, his eyes going wide.

"Lincoln! I'm so sorry!" The Bounty Hunter back handed him across the face.

"Watch what you are doing you fucking mopey dopey brute!" Lincoln snarled, his tone not terrible playful but not terribly mean either. He knew what Valkyrie was going through, he had been through it himself after the death of his parents. He knew he couldn't be to harsh on his mate right now. That he would only make things worse.

Valkyrie shut his eyes, and sat back, "I'm sorry...." he hissed, "I'd never hurt our dumplings...."

Lincoln rolled his eyes, and sat up with a struggle, "I know that, Valk." He pushed Valkyrie over playfully and sat on his stomach straddling the warrior's muscled sides. He gave a playful purr and leaned in close, "To make it up to me...." He seductively traced a finger across the warrior's chin. Valkyrie's blue eye's watched him intently with hunger, and lust--he was fully back in the real world. "You could play with me....Oh how I have been deprived for weeks." Lincoln leaned in closer and hissed in Valkyrie's ear, "It's not nice to do that to pregnant lustful mates," he whined with a moan.

That did it, Valkyrie flipped him over at once, and pressed him against the sheets, as he kissed and flirted with Lincoln. The massive man was always careful of his mate's teeming stomach, as they scrambled for holds, and dragged off each others cloths.

This time Lincoln merely giggled like a little girl getting candy, as Valkyrie forced himself in. He slapped the warrior's rear, and tugged on the warriors long hair pulling him in for a kiss. Valkyrie moaned, as Lincoln arched his back and spread his legs in a manner just so that it allowed them to deepen their connection.

"Go on, Valk, have at it," Lincoln swooned, so Valkyrie assuming his mate was ready, began thrusting. They fucked harder than they ever had. The Bounty Hunter no better than a yowling cat, and Valkyrie nothing more than a hot groaning and grunting mess--especially after Lincoln grabbed the head boarded and began thrusting as well.

With a final sexual howl, from the both of them, Valkyrie released, and Lincoln laughed, "Shit, is that going to scar them?"

The warrior panted and smirked back, "I hope not, because I'm feeling another round, wanna hit the tub or shall we try a position like....hmm...on the table, maybe a chair, with you sitting on me? Or oh maybe would could bathe each other."

Lincoln purred right back, tracing his finger across the warrior's jawline then down his neck and to his chest, "Whatever you want Valk." The warrior smiled back and picked him up. The Bounty Hunter wrapped his legs around his mate, so they could keep their connection as they moved to a new location. From that moment on they knew the rest of the day would not be worrying about the king, just being themselves and having some fun.