Fenrik’s Fate (Abandoned on Niflheim)

Epilogue

FIVE YEARS LATER

TRACY

F enrik and I had settled into domestic bliss. We worked the farm during the day and had sex in every position I’d imagined—and some I hadn’t—at night. We found our place in the tribe, and I had even made a few close friends. It was exactly as I had hoped. The invitation to join in events was always extended but never expected. I relished our freedom and our easy commitment to each other. But when I hit my thirties I started to hear a nagging voice asking, Don’t you want to have a baby with Fenrik? Don’t you want to be a mother?

I dismissed the thought immediately. There was no way I was fit to be a mother. I had such a convoluted relationship with my own mother. I didn’t want to put that on a baby—or orkling. On top of that, with Gabe, I was expected to have as many children as possible. Yet Fenrik was completely unbothered by my fear of motherhood. He said, orkling or no orking, I was his mate. But if I had a baby, it would be with Fenrik, not Gabe. And my mother was clearly out of the picture. I got along well with Fenrik’s mom, Thyra. Fenrik was an only child, and she adored him and respected his boundaries. What a concept.

Taking all of that into consideration, it really was down to me. Did I want an orkling—a baby? I rolled this around, weighing the pros and cons before bringing it up to Fenrik. I pictured him holding a baby, and my heart melted.

As the weeks stretched on, instead of the thought drifting out of my head, the desire became stronger. Fenrik could tell I was distracted by something, but he left me space to figure it out. We were eating roasted meat and vegetables that Thyra had taught me how to me when he finally said something.

“What’s eating at you, Trace?” He stroked my thumb across the back of my hand.

I hesitated. Was now the time? I chewed my lip. “What if… what would you think about trying for a baby—an orkling?”

Fenrik dropped his fork and looked at me, eyes wide. “An orkling—you want one? With me?”

“Well, I know you’ve always been open to the idea but didn’t want to pressure me. I have been thinking about it for a while, and all of the reasons I didn’t want to have children stayed back on Earth.”I fidgeted with my hands in my lap, relieved to finally tell Fenrik my thoughts, but uncertain of how the conversation would go.

“I would love to have an orkling with you, but I don’t want it to open old wounds. I worry becoming a mother will remind you of your relationship with your mother and your ex,” Fenrik said sincerely.

“I know. I know. But she’s not here. He’s not here. No one is here to watch me raise an orkling, except maybe your mom. But I have an inkling she will make an excellent grandmother. And I do not doubt you would make a fantastic father. No. I have been thinking about it for some time. And I want a baby—an orkling—with you.”

Fenrik didn’t even let us finish our meal. He pulled me out of my chair and hauled me up to our bedroom.

“Fenrik! I haven’t even stopped drinking the tea yet!” I shouted as he threw me over his shoulder.

“Well, then, this will be excellent practice.”

Fenrik pulled me into our room, which I’d redecorated in jewel tones since I’d moved in. He threw me onto the emerald duvet, ready to have his way with me. My waves fanned across the soft pillows as Fenrik raised his arms around me.

“You are sure? I know you are the one who came to me, but I want you to be certain. I don’t want you doing this because you think it will make me happy,” he reiterated, looking at me directly.

“I think… I think… I have always wanted to be a mother,” I explained, vocalizing my truth for the first time ever.

“And all the other stuff got in the way?”

“Yes,” I mumbled. “Now we are settled. We have your mom. We have the tribe. I could manage a baby. Just one for now, if that’s okay.”

“One is more than I ever expected,” Fenrik whispered, crushing me into his body.

I laughed at Fenrik’s enthusiasm. “I can stop drinking my tea tomorrow.”

The following day, I awoke to Fenrik softly stroking along the curve of my breast. My body was already aroused, I just had to wait for my head to catch up. Then I remembered our prior conversation about creating an orkling and was immediately on the same page as Fenrik.

No birth control tea today.

I stunned him by pushing him from his side to his back and climbing atop him—I think he assumed I was still asleep. I slid my damp folds up and down his hardened cock, readying myself for him. I pulled him into a hungry kiss.

“Ohhh, Trace,” he murmured, his lips not leaving mine.

I took advantage of his surprise and lifted my hips slightly before impaling myself with his cock thoroughly. Years of being with Fenrik meant I was ready to take all of him, but this time was different. We had a goal in mind.

I rode Fenrik with all of my might, both of us thrusting to meet together as deeply as possible, both of us groaning our pleasure. I tangled my hands in his hair, kissing him again hungrily as he took over with each snap of his hips until he flipped us so I was beneath him.

“I want to stuff your pretty pink pussy full of my cum,” he panted.

Why does that sound so erotic?

He threw my legs over his shoulders and hammered me mercilessly. I held my breath at the overwhelming sensations. I was close to my climax, but I wanted to feel the splash of Fenrik’s hot cum before I let go entirely. I felt Fenrik swell and then release into me, triggering my completion.

“Fuck,” Fenrik gasped.

“Mm?”

“Just the idea of filling you with an orkling made me come harder than I ever have.”

“Well, if this one doesn’t stick, I am open to trying—again and again.” I stroked his hair and kissed his sweaty forehead.

Fenrik looked at me as if I’d hung the moon before collapsing next to me, knot still buried deep inside.

It didn’t take longer than four months of trying until Thyra was able to confirm I was definitely pregnant. We decided to keep it quiet until I was showing, but after we left Thyra’s cabin, Fenrik dropped to his knees and pressed a kiss to my still-flat stomach.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”