hersir: (➡ to deliver us)
ragnarr loðbrók ([personal profile] hersir) wrote in [community profile] fairynuff 2015-01-16 03:00 pm (UTC)

[The feeling of her lips against his own, the warmth of her mouth pressed against his mouth, everything falls into place and he delves into it with equally met passion. It's a feeling he wasn't sure he would experience again since arriving in these land on his own, his mind constantly dwelling on home and family, the children, wife and priest that he had left behind at most the ideal of times but now she is here, she is real and he can hold onto her, feel her hands digging into his back roughly and revel in the attentions that seem rough but they are familiar and they are them. His lips part in response to her kiss, his head tilts to press upwards into the sensation and he sighs at the bite of her white teeth around the soft flesh of his mouth and meets her halfway, once her teeth removed his mouth parting wider to swipe his tongue along the warmth within and while the kiss is broken abruptly the look of satisfaction remains upon his features.

The woman's words cause another laugh to sound within his chest as he feels the success of his momentum pin her against the forest ground, the foliage from his own decent sticking to his back, shedding leaves around them from the quick movement. He knows better that he cannot hold her for long but the smirk upon his lips grows as his hands hold tight around her wrists, trying to move his legs and body out of the way of her feet, prone for the attack.]


You assume I was tracking the beast in the first place. [The final word is on a winded breath as she strikes near his groin, moving just inches out of the way from something far more painful if it were any closer. He moves his body to shift more weight upon her, rising back then pushing back down roughly to try to cement her more into the earth. The brightness of his eyes apparent, he looks down upon her with affection, playful and raw.]

And what is it you are hungry for, my love? [His eyes lid, suggestiveness heavy in his tone as he allowed her the shift in weight and rolled to his side, still holding onto her wrists like a lifeline, his thumb brushing under the pulse of softer skin.] Or will only blood satisfy you?

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