Abs clung to the bow, bound so tightly even he could not struggle. Instead, he stared ahead, wordlessly knowing what had to be done. There wasn't an inkling of fear glimmering in his sapphire eye as he bravely faced the frigid ocean waters and floating icebergs. A particularly impressive floe drifted before the ship, soon to be a direct hit to Abs' sculpted chest. He did not wince as I clutched the railing with terror in my tensed frame. Peas watched as well. She peered over the same guard as she jittered with expectation, a wild grin stretching across her lips.
"Oh no, this doesn't look very nICE!" SBF giggled, flipping up a pair of finger guns.
Yet every pair of eyes honed in on my husband and the berg drifting closer with each passing second. Even with his demonstrated power, I could not bear to stretch my eyes open. I drew them back in prayer, desperately pleading to our Norse pantheon. Hoping that even one divine stroke could guide him, protect him from the fury of nature itself, to take him up and empower him further. As I stood wordlessly, a warmth generated within me. My palms began to sweat, my chest swarmed with heat. The space between my legs tingled with delight. Its sweltering fingers caressed my form, curving about about my plump bosoms, my slender waist, and wide-set hips. I opened my violet orbs, glowing with the concentrated might of Odin.
"You won't die!" I declared, the raw strength radiating in waves of flowing crimson.
Abs strained, tilting my energized state into view. His mouth gaped as he processed the image before him, the simple inkling of idea that I could wield such magic leaving him in a stunned state. The looming threat was no longer of consequence. Instead, he drank up each moment in my presence, peering up with expectation.
"Do it." He breathed.
With a great battle cry, the conjured energy coursed forth from my shimmering frame. It poured with vigor into my husband's pinned biceps, bathing him in concentrated crimson light. He silently took it all, eye clutched tight as even his form shook like a rag doll's. Halfway through the transfer, the steely clouds above us drew themselves back. A steam of of heavenly rays burst forth, intertwining and strengthening my gift in golden threads. As the divine power faded into Abs's midsection, there was no visible change in his beautifully chiseled figure, the perfection it had already been created to be. His eye fluttered open flickering with embers of the same energy.
"It's working." The words spilt from my lips, the buildup of force diminishing, draining from my aura.
"Yes." Abs replied, the last fiber of the fading energy retreating into his rugged chest.
Peas groaned, rubbing her forehead as she shook free of a splitting headache. She blinked the remaining light from her eyes and refocused.
"The hell?" She panted in a daze. As the scene before her came into view, her emerald irises narrowed once again. Peas twitched irritably, tensed hands quivering with unhindered rage. Her features had become so deeply furrowed it was as if she'd attempted to weaponize her embittered scowl. She let out a faint growl and dug into the siding with a fist.
"He-he's doing it!" Was all I could manage in my state of jubilance.
Before it could harm a single hair, muscle, or scale, a few wisps of steam drifted from the incoming iceberg. It only continued, the exterior tip of the floe shrinking by the second. It glowed a pale red, as if exposed to a flame thousands of degrees hot. The drifting mass of ice did not remain as such for long. As it inched towards Abs's sweltering pectorals, its frozen layers fizzled away in a thick cloud of steam. By the the time the furthest reach of the berg was at his chest, it was little more than an ice cube. A soft smile parted my lips as the last of it evaporated in a puff of vapor. My heart fluttered within my heaving chest, a hand drawn to my more than ample breasts. I had done my duty. Given him it all, encouraged him, drawn him closer to the goal he desired. The time we'd spent apart no longer mattered, I'd re-taken his hand as his queen.
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The Scintillating Viking
Lãng mạn*Offensive, Mature themes and jabs at the abusive side of gender roles are common. Beronica was never a slut. She is 100% normal and never slept with anyone. Until a bunch of abs (no we're serious he's just abs, and a dinosaur tail) came along a swe...
