Chapter 10 Skarth the Godless
Ten
Skarth the Godless
I left Emeline to catch up with her nephew. She isn’t a fool, though, and asks questions to uncover his intentions. She believes him to be sincere.
I do not.
The whereabouts of our children is still in limbo. It feels as if a part of me is missing. The only saving grace is that Loki knows we come. But regardless of this fact, I can’t help but feel like the gods laugh in my face.
Angered, I decide to bathe in the lake close by.
It’s night, and the moon has also gone into hiding. The air feels heavy with what’s to come. I am utterly helpless and feel like a failure on all fronts. Watching helplessly as Emeline was defiled that way broke something inside me.
I don’t know how much more I can take.
We fight, and for what?
Long years lost, sacrificing what we thought was right has only given us pain. I am sick of hurting. But most of all, I am sick of watching those I love suffer.
Stripping off, I walk deep into the water and submerge myself, wishing I could wash away the heaviness that plagues my heart. For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do. My instinct is to fight, but fight who?
Enemies are plentiful, and the only people I can trust are Emeline and Ulf, much to my distaste. The fact that he loves her is the only reason I do not take his head, for I can’t blame him. Even though she is mine, she loves Ulf too.
She always has.
And I accept that.
Breaking the water, I inhale the cool night’s air but know that I’m not alone.
I always feel her.
Her presence has always been tethered to mine.
She doesn’t speak, but the few stars breaking across the universe provide light for me to see her disrobe. She walks into the water to where I am. I stand still, always calm with my hugrekki nearby. She gently runs her fingers through my shaggy beard.
“May I tend to you?” She holds up a small blade.
“You do not need permission.” For I am hers to do what she pleases.
With careful strokes, she shaves my face. The blade is sharp, so she ensures she doesn’t rush. But truth be told, she could tend to me forever, and I wouldn’t complain. She turns my face so she can shave my right cheek, her eyes focused, but the slight tremble of her fingers reveals she’s nervous.
My freshly shaved face feels foreign as I cannot remember the last time I did not have a beard. Emeline cuts through my hair, attempting to salvage what’s left. But in the end, she decides to cut it close to the scalp.
I allow her to do what she wishes because in the end, the way I look is for her. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
Her touch, her floral scent, rouse the hunger within me.
But I control myself—for now.
There’s something tender in having your beloved care for you this way. A trust that she doesn’t take the knife and use it for harm, not good. When she’s done, she looks at me closely.
The air between us grows heavy, as does my cock.
Water droplets trickle down her chest and over her perfect nipples. The urge to chase them with my tongue overwhelms me, so I give in to temptation and lower my mouth to her left breast. Using my tongue, I lick away the droplets before sucking on her erect nipple gently.
Her quiet moans pummel me low, and I want so much more.
Licking between the valley of her chest, I take her right breast into my mouth, cupping it so I can gorge on her supple flesh. She arches her back, a silent offering to give her what we both want and need. I bite her nipple before circling it with my tongue. I lick around her areola, lost to her.
She grips my nape, encouraging me to continue.
My lady wants more, so more she will have.
Kissing, licking, sucking, and biting between her breasts, I lower my hand beneath the water. Using two fingers, I skim the outside of her beautiful cunt. She spreads her legs, welcoming me home.
Kissing up her neck, I bite over her throbbing pulse before sinking two fingers into her heat. Her muscles tighten around me, and I remember all the wonderful times I was buried deep inside her as I fucked her until we were both a heaving mess.
She yanks my face toward her and slams her mouth to mine. She kisses me with a ferocious need, molding her body to mine as I fuck her with my tongue and fingers. She bites me, before sweeping her tongue along my bottom lip to soothe the sting.
I’m not gentle as I play with her whilst rubbing under her hood. She whimpers as I feel her swell in my hand. She places her hand over mine, encouraging me to go faster, deeper, so I do. I suck on her tongue before pulling away.
She looks at me breathlessly as I continue to finger her cunt. “Open your mouth.”
When she does, I grip her chin and spit down her throat. I don’t give her time to swallow. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kiss her ferociously. She rocks against my fingers, chasing her release, but I slow down, deciding to prolong it.
She coaxes me to continue, but I tsk her. “Always so impatient, hugrekki.”
“I have been more than patient.”
I must remember she still holds a knife. But perchance this will end in what we both live for—bloodshed.
“Yes, I suppose so, but you know how I like hearing you beg.”
“Why?”
“Because I am the only man you will submit to. Why is that?”
Her eyes narrow, indicating her rising anger. “Because I am clearly a fool.”
She attempts to retreat, but I wrap my fingers through her hair and yank her neck back. When she struggles, I resume my fingering of her deeply.
She moans, and I know I’ve won.
“I asked you a question.”
“I’m not hard of hearing. I choose not to answer.”
“Continue running that smart mouth, and I will silence it as you choke on my cock.”
Memories of that k?nt defiling her overwhelm me, and I regret my choice of words. But Emeline ensures there is only her and me in this moment when she places the knife to my throat.
“Say that again, heathen. I dare thee.”
I want it to be my body she remembers and not the awful past, which she continues to live because everything I do is out of love for her.
Even though she submits to me, I am in her servitude eternally and will happily bow to my queen.
“I will force you to your knees and order you to look up at me as you gag on my cock. I will throat fuck you, just how I know you like, because you are my dirty little sl?t. Say it.”
She hesitates, so I yank her hair harder, her neck extending farther backward.
She presses the blade deeper into the hollow of my throat, nicking the skin. Blood seeps from the wound, exciting me more than it should.
“Answer me.”
“Make me.”
Her defiance only evokes the beast within. I punish her disobedience by inserting another finger into her and turn all three, stretching her cunt wide. She whimpers but begins fucking my fingers with the knife to my throat.
Each time she rubs against me, the blade cuts deeper. It’s not long until I feel blood trickle down my chest.
Emeline struggles against my hold, and when I loosen the grip in her hair, she bends forward, licking the spilled blood from my flesh.
It’s a carnal act, one which has my cock throbbing.
With my fingers still playing with her cunt, she looks up at me, my blood coating her mouth as she whispers, “I’m your dirty little sl?t.”
A groan erupts from me because hearing her speak my language only confirms that she belongs to me and only me. “And that is why you submit to me, isn’t it, hugrekki? Because you belong to me.”
She doesn’t reply, only laps at the blood on my chest.
“Say it!” I demand, my fingers hitting her deep.
Gasping in pain, she swipes the blade across my pectoral, creating another incision.
What’s another scar when I’m covered in them? But it’s the unseen wounds inflicted on my heart by Emeline that have hurt more. And when she plays with my emotions this way, she opens those wounds, and I bleed out all over again.
“And what if I do not?”
“Then you lie.” Before she can speak, I smack her on the arse—hard. “Why must you provoke me this way?”
Placing the tip of the blade over my heart, she replies, “Because I can. I belong to you, Skarth the Godless. Now and for all time.”
When I lean into the blade, she gasps as it penetrates my flesh superficially. “Take from me as I take from you.”
Reaching for the knife, I gently slice under her collarbone, and as she bleeds, I guide her to my wound as I lick at hers.
A blood oath that is cemented in time.
She bites at my skin.
A hiss leaves her as I suck at hers.
My fingers never leave her cunt.
She cries against me, before lifting her head and slamming our mouths together. The metallic taste of our united blood only provokes me further, and if I don’t bury myself in her right now, I will burn down this fucking world.
Frantically untangling our bodies, I lift her, coaxing her to wrap her legs around my waist, and when she does, I slam her onto my cock, hitting her deep.
“Oh my stars,” she whimpers, her body vibrating.
I feel her trembling throughout my entire frame. And only when she adjusts to my size do I begin to move.
Interlocking her fingers around my nape, she listlessly rocks against me, arching her back so I can penetrate her deeply. I stretch her wide but go slow because I want to savor our time. I support her weight as I encourage her to bounce on my cock, taking what she needs.
Tossing her head back, she begins to move faster, her beautiful breasts bouncing with each lithe movement. I simply watch my beloved ride my cock under the starless sky. It’s beyond words because nothing compares to this.
When coupled this way, I am certain that the gods fated our meeting because she is a part of me and I her. No matter what faces us, we will forever be unified, and I need her to know this.
“I will never leave you again. I’m sorry, hugrekki. We fight together. No matter what faces us, we never leave each other’s side. Only trouble seems to befall us when we’re apart.”
“Promise,” she whimpers, riding me languidly.
“I promise. The future is unknown, but what has withstood the test of time is my love for you. I love you, hugrekki, with my entire heart. I will never leave you. I promise you.”
Tears stream down her cheeks. “And I love you. I will never leave you. I, too, promise to make this oath to you.”
Nothing is more comforting than coming home, and Emeline is my home. And now, it is time we find our children, as our home will never be complete without them.
“Now, Viking, fuck me, how only you know how.”
“I live to serve milady.”
Her demand incites a carnal lust, and I don’t give her time to catch her breath as I lift her high, only to slam her back onto my aching cock. I never let her go as I coax her to bounce up and down whilst I thrust my hips, penetrating her deep.
The rhythm is hard, fast, and rough, but it’s still not enough. I want to bury myself in her so that neither of us knows where one starts and the other ends.
This isn’t just love.
This is an obsession.
Without Emeline, my life is incomplete. I would happily die if it meant I could relive this moment again and again.
The water splashes around us, adding to the friction of her riding my cock. I can feel her everywhere.
But I want more.
I take her pert nipple into my mouth, seizing it between my teeth and nipping her, only to lick away the sting.
She moans, pressing my mouth harder into her.
My hands rest under her arse, and each time she bounces up and down, her plump cheeks feel like the softest kiss against my palms.
I want to destroy every inch of her.
I rail her hard and deep, lifting her up and slamming her back onto my cock. She takes all of me each time, our eyes locked. Her movements become more frantic. I watch Emeline lose herself as she takes from me.
With her legs locked around my waist, she arches backward and milks me until she comes with a sated moan.
Once she’s fulfilled, I follow suit and marvel in the magic we continue to create.
A blood promise was made.
This is finality.
This is home.