Fenrik’s Fate (Abandoned on Niflheim)

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

FENRIK

M y Tracy, back in my arms. My hands bracketed her as I swooped down to devour her lips. She was relatively unharmed, aside from the cuts and bruises she obtained trying to fight off Nils and Gris. I continued to kiss her before pulling back to check in with her.

“Is this what you want to do right now?” I asked her, uncertain.

“This is exactly what I want to do right now,” she said, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me closer.

There would be so much to figure out, including how Tracy would react to the tribe and whether the tribe would accept her, but I would be with her here and now. I stroked her hair and slid my fingers along her jaw, admiring her bright blue eyes that never left my face.

She pulled me in for another kiss, settling my hips into hers. I wanted to touch her everywhere. We continued to kiss as I dipped my fingers under her tunic, slowly drawing it up. Tracy drew her hands up over her head, and I pulled her tunic off her, leaving her lips for only a moment. With her tunic gone, her bare chest was against mine. I slid my tongue into her mouth, dragging it along hers. It was amazing and unreal to have Tracy here in my bed. We’d spent so much time just getting by and trying to stay alive out in the woods. Having her somewhere with all the comforts of home was ecstasy. I groaned as she pulled me even closer as if trying to merge with me.

Tracy pressed her hand between our bodies, sliding it down my stomach and attempting to unlace my leather pants. Without pulling my lips from hers, I reached down to help, desperate to be inside her. Now that I knew she was okay and here—with me—I was ravenous for her.

We quickly unlaced and pulled my pants down together and, within seconds, we were both naked and pressed against each other desperately. I flipped us so Tracy was on top of me, wanting to see all of her. I scanned down her perfect form. Her cheeks were flushed, and her parted lips were swollen and red from our kissing. My eyes traveled down to her breasts, and her nipples hardened with want.

I couldn’t stop myself. I raised my hands and teased each nipple, causing her to arch into my touch. I pinched them before dragging my thumb over each and shifting up on my elbows to bring one peaked nipple into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over it before suctioning down on her entire breast as if to draw milk from it. In the time I had been with Tracy, I learned that there was nothing like sucking on her nipples to get her wet and ready for me.

She moaned and ground her hips into mine, sliding my cock up and down her folds. I wrapped my hands around her hips easily and lifted her up so I could slide home into her warm heat. We moaned in unison. This was a dance we’d now done many times, but I never tired of it. I loved when Tracy rode me, her breasts bouncing with every thrust and mouth thrown open in ecstasy.

Though we hadn’t been apart for long, neither of us were going to last long, given the joy and relief we both felt at finding each other alive and whole. I watched where our bodies were connected. I dragged my fingers across each of Tracy’s nipples before trailing my fingers down to her lower lips, finding her hidden button right at the top. It only took a few quick circles with my thumb before I felt her clamping down on me and falling forward as I unleashed inside her, unable to keep the quiet growl of “mine” from escaping my throat.

TRACY

I lay spread out, fucked boneless, as Fenrik got up.

“I’ll get some towels to clean us up.” He bent over and kissed my forehead before heading out of the bedroom.

As I admired his taut ass, I noticed a marking on his back I had never seen before. Down the length of his spine was a tattoo that looked like the ocean’s waves. It traveled from the nape of his neck down to his pelvis. Surely I would have noticed a tattoo like this before?

“Uh, did Gorm give you a tattoo as punishment?” I asked.

“Hmm?”

“You have a tattoo down your back that I have never seen before.”

Fenrik rushed out of the room without explanation. I stood, dripping with his cum, and followed him. He headed to a small washroom with only a sink and a toilet. I watched as he turned and tried to see the markings. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me.

“Oh gods—I never expected—I assumed it wasn’t possible,” he stuttered.

“What? What is happening?” I was utterly perplexed and annoyed at being left in the dark.

Fenrik spun me around. “Look at your back.”

I gasped to see a marking down my spine that matched his identically. “What is this?”

“It’s our mate markings. We are mates.” He pulled me into a crushing embrace.

“Mates?” I asked, confused. “What does that even mean?”

“It means we are fated to be together,” Fenrik explained, pulling me even tighter against his chest.

I froze.

“You don’t have fated mates on Earth, right?” Fenrik asked, gently pulling away

“No. We have marriage and divorce. We talked about this,” I said, suddenly feeling shivers all over. “You said mates are forever, right?”

“Mates are for life. Usually, when one dies, the other goes shortly after. They are your one true match.”

“And what if a few years into your… matehood, you don’t get along anymore? And you want out?” I asked. I went into my marriage unhappy, but I had plenty of friends that had started theirs expecting it to be wonderful only to find themselves miserable a few years in. What if that happened to us?

“I have never known that to happen, but I have known orkin to reject the matebond. If you reject the matebond, your marks fade over time. You can take another chosen mate but never get another Elska mate.”

“So, it’s you or… maybe someone else? Maybe no one?” I asked bluntly. I didn’t like that option either. I didn’t want anyone else, but I also didn’t want to be alone on an alien planet for the rest of my days.

“Well,” he hesitated. “Yes? That is how it works with fated mates.”

“How long do I have to decide?” I crossed my arms in front of myself, looking around the room. I would do anything to meet Fenrik’s gaze. He seemed elated.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anyone who has not decided,” he said quietly. “It is always accepted.” I could tell though that my uncertainty was hurting him.

“I can’t, Fenrik. I just can’t. You know what it was like with Gabe. I had no choice. I need to have at least have a minute to wrap my mind around it. Even though every fiber of my being is telling me to hurl myself at you, I need some time to think.” I tapped my fingers across my lips. “I’ve been in a cult before, and it was not a good time. Have some unknown fate decide my partner for life is a lot. Though… I guess it’s better than your parents choosing.”

Anything had to be better than your parents choosing. Right?

“I understand.” He nodded, but it clearly made him sad. “Do you want me to go and give you space to think?”

“Can’t I decide with you here?” I asked, unable to keep the quaver out of my voice. Fenrik was my rock. How was I supposed to make a decision like this without him?

Fenrik looked confused. “You want to make a decision as to whether or not we are mates with me still here?”

“Well, can’t it be a decision we make together?” I asked, well aware of how forlorn I sounded.

Fenrik slumped over in relief. “Of course, we can make the decision together.”

“I wouldn’t want to make it without you,” I said, rolling it over more carefully in my head. Why wouldn’t a couple want to decide this together? That seems dumb. “This involves both our futures.”

Fenrik looked surprised but pleased. “So you want to stay in my cabin and decide if we should be mated?”

“That’s exactly what I want to do.” I pulled him in for a kiss.

“Well, I don’t think Elska mates have ever happened this way, but I am happy to do whatever makes you comfortable.” He nuzzled into my neck.

The next morning, as I lay awake with Fenrik, who was still asleep with an arm strewn across my stomach, thinking about the night before. I had to acknowledge that some of my resistance to having a “fated mate” came from feeling trapped my whole life. At first glance this looked like another trap. But this was different. Fenrik would let me walk away if I wanted to. He’d reiterated it multiple times. Even though I could tell he was clearly distressed at the idea of me leaving, he would let me—if it was what I wanted. That was a cataclysmic shift from my old life. Maybe this is why we were fated in the first place. The universe knew I needed someone who would give me the freedom to decide.

Fenrik was clearly used to his privacy—living slightly removed from the town. I could happily assimilate into that. Living on the edge of the village would provide me with the sanctuary I needed. After growing up in a cult, someone who enjoyed privacy was a breath of fresh air. Fenrik had become my everything in our month together—my North Star that I had never found on Earth. This wasn’t the same as being forced into something. While I had my fears, Fenrik had made it clear I’d be able to be my own person—if the tribe would have me. He’d proven time and time again that he would put my needs first, tribe or not. I dragged my finger’s across his chest to wake him.

Without a word, he pulled me to his chest, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

“Good morning,” he murmured.

We stayed wrapped together for a while, and I voiced a question that I was worried to bring up.

“Will they accept me?” I asked, even though we’d talked about it the previous night.

“I don’t know. But if they don’t, I am going with you,” he responded without hesitation.

“And if they let us stay, we can still be together, on the edge of the tribe?” I hesitated.

“If that is what you want, we can remain isolated, only participating in tribal activities when we feel inclined to do so.” Fenrik said.

I tried to let my brain wrap around that for a moment. Where I was from, everything was an obligation. It was hard for me to imagine skipping community events simply for my own comfort. To not go to a potluck because I don’t feel like it? Sacrilege.

“ Do you like participating in tribal events?” I asked quietly.

“Some of them. The winter solstice is nice. But I don’t go to many of them.” He paused. “Being a hunter, that was an option for me. I am unsure how that will change now that I am a farmer.”

“So what now?” I asked meekly.

“Well, we will have to present you to the tribe.” Fenrik stroked my cheek as I blanched. “Shh, it will be fine. I am sure my mother will already have alerted the jarl to the situation. And once everyone finds out about our matebond, it will likely make it very difficult for them to send you away. The matebond is respected above all else here.”

“Do you think I could meet just a few of them at a time?” I chewed my lip.

“Why don’t you go take a bath? I will get us some breakfast and fresh clothes, and then I will have a few elders come meet you.” Fenrik disentangled himself from me, leaving me with warm cum dripping out of me.

“A few elders?” I squinted at him.

“No more than four. Promise.” He kissed me on the forehead and headed to the washroom to clean up. “Take a bath, relax. Gathering everyone and getting you some food will take me some time.”

I wrapped myself in a blanket and headed to the bathroom, where the sunken tub was still slightly steaming as if calling me to get in. I quickly disrobed and gingerly stepped into the water, sinking in until I could lie back against one of the sides, with the water up to my neck. I had bathed more times in the last two days than I had in a month. It was more like a jacuzzi than a bathtub, but that made sense if it was designed to fit an orc.

I relaxed for a long time, unpacking the events from the last few days. I was strangely calm about the whole mate thing. It isn’t as if I’d had a choice with Gabe. At least with Fenrik, there was an out if I wanted one that didn’t involve sneaking out in the middle of the night and taking a bus to some unknown town.

I would miss the beach, though. I loved the sound of the waves lapping on the shore, lulling me to sleep at night. But there had been a long, glorious line of sand, oceans that went on for what felt like an eternity and somehow made me feel more infinite than any church sermon ever did. I sighed, burying my head in my hands. If I was trapped on an alien planet forever, the thing I would miss most was the beach. I wondered briefly if they had beaches here, or if it was all rivers and creepy double-toothed bears.

Eventually, I started to get pruny, so I carefully scrubbed myself all over before washing my hair. I was wrapping myself in one of the fluffy towels when I heard the front door open. I poked my head out, relieved to see only Fenrik carrying a tray of what looked like croissants and a bag over his shoulder. He set down the food and, without skipping a beat, scooped me up and carried me bridal-style back to the bedroom. I giggled as he flopped me onto his bed and removed the bag he was wearing. He handed it to me.

“I hope you find something you like in there.” His eyes roved me hungrily as my towel unwound, exposing my breasts. “Though, if it weren’t for the elders arriving shortly, I would keep you as is.”

“Shortly?” I yelped, grabbing the bag. “How shortly?”

“I asked them to give us time to have breakfast and get dressed.”

I opened the bag and pulled out a tunic and pants. The tunic even had pretty embroidery stitched around the collar and the sleeves. It was loose on me and the pants were a bit long, but I was used to that by now.

“I tried to get some hand-me-downs from an orc female that has not yet come of age,” Fenrik said, “figuring they’d fit better.”

I looked in the bag to find that the tunic had a pretty embroidered belt. Tying it around my waist, I felt more put together than I had since I’d arrived on this planet in my skimpy pink dress. My stomach growled, causing Fenrik to steer me toward the kitchen. We were sitting down to eat when a knock came at the door.