Zephyr #2
Plunderer came forward, and in his hand was a sheath holding a sword. Fenrir presented mine to me. Slowly, she took it from Plunderer, withdrawing it from its sheath. She gasped as she examined it. He had done a great job, as always.
“I took the things I knew of you, from your mother’s side mainly, and what I recalled from our short time with your ancestors. I incorporated those into the engravings, along with things I discovered about Jeremiah Moore. I hope it is suitable,” Plunderer told her.
“Suitable, it’s beyond beautiful. I can’t thank you enough. You’re getting another hug, so don’t run off.”
Everyone chuckled as he grinned. Everlyn turned to me as she re-sheathed her sword. I held mine across both palms. She mimicked me, then we traded them. I removed hers again to study it closely, as she did the same to my family sword. Her eyes grew watery.
“I will treasure this always,” she said.
“As will I,” I replied.
Then, I set the sword aside, prompting her to do the same.
“There’s something else I want to give as my oath to you of my intention of making you my wife, my shieldmaiden.
This is what the Vikings gave as wedding bands.
Again, I had to have Invader’s help for this.
I would’ve asked for your input, but I was told to make it a surprise.
” I glanced over at Spoiler and Slayer, who were both smiling.
I removed the pouch holding my band for her.
Slayer slipped over and held out the pouch that contained mine from her.
I hadn’t seen the design. We removed them together.
Again, Everlyn was awed. The one I had made for her contained angular recessed lines with four dots in each recess and ridged decorations. It almost had a cross-like feel to it.
I had her hold out her arm, and I slipped it around her bicep.
The one Invader made for me had overlapping circles, some of which ended in shapes that looked like the drawing one saw of the wind blowing.
It was amazing. Everlyn put it around my bicep.
Once they were in place, I swept her into my arms and kissed her silly.
With great reluctance, I let her go, and we accepted the club’s congratulations. That had taken a while.
The festivities had ended an hour ago. Norse and Barbarian escorted Allegra home.
Everyone else broke off to do whatever they wanted, but I took Everlyn home.
We’d enjoyed a long shower together that had included making each other come from oral sex.
Now, we were curled up in bed. I knew it was time to finish claiming her.
I brought my mouth down to hers. As always, as soon as our mouths met, a fire inside of me ignited.
The way she moaned and pressed harder, she was feeling the same.
It didn’t take long before the urge to take her overwhelmed me.
And the way her body was writhing on the mattress, she was at that same point.
All it had taken was the kissing, feasting on her tits, and each of us fondling the other.
Her pussy was warm and so wet while my cock throbbed.
Breaking away from her, I got off the bed.
“Leif, where are you—” Her words stopped to be replaced by a shriek as I bent down, scooped her off the bed, and then tossed her gently over my shoulder. I headed for the bedroom door.
“Leif, where are we going?” she gasped.
I slapped her ass cheek, then rubbed it as I descended the stairs. Then, I slipped my fingers into her dripping hole and thrust a few times. Her moan was drawn out.
I said nothing but kept up the working of her pussy as I made my way to the windows overlooking the front of the house.
Both of us were naked. My cock smacked against my lower stomach with each step I took, making me have to grit my teeth.
It was a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through me at the contact.
When I reached the windows, which had no curtains or shutters, I set her on her feet.
“What—” I cut her off again by whirling her around to face the windows.
Outside, the moon had come out. It cast shadows over everything, including the distant mausoleum. And standing outside it, with glowing candles and lanterns, stood my club. She tried to step back, but I held her there.
“They’re at a distance. They can’t see anything in detail.
It’s customary that on the wedding night, the bride and groom are escorted to their chamber and the consummation is witnessed.
While we’ve jumped the gun, it’s still a tradition, and one we thought could be adjusted to fit not only you becoming mine forever but becoming a part of this chapter of the Grave Prowlers.
Will you let me take you so they can see and know that you’re all mine? ”
I’d been hesitant to do this, but it was something, as a young man, I’d witnessed and wanted to have for myself one day. I thought about asking her, but then I chickened out. She remained quiet for a long time. I was about to let her go when she turned in my arms and looked up at me.
“Take me, Leif. Take me and show our family that I’m yours and you’re mine. And no one shall ever break our bond.”
The wildness inside of me broke my last restraint.
Attacking her mouth again, I hungrily kissed her as I kneaded her ass cheeks and slid my fingers through her soaked folds.
Her hand wiggled between our bodies, where she grasped my cock by the root and fisted it over and over.
Her thumb rubbed over the precum-covered head, causing me to shudder.
Everlyn peeled our mouths apart. She panted. “Hurry, I need you inside of me, Leif. I can’t wait.”
Growling, I whirled her back to face the windows.
“Put your hands on the glass and lean toward it. Pop that lush ass out toward me,” I said gruffly.
She did as I asked. I don’t think she even thought of the club out there watching in the distance.
Due to the height difference, I had to bend my knees to line up with her core.
When her warmth touched the tip of my cock, I thrust into her.
Everlyn’s cry was loud, and it spurred me to set a rapid pace.
She tried to stay on her tiptoes to help, but it wasn’t enough. So I wrapped my arms around her middle and lifted her. She yelped, and her hands scrabbled on the glass for a few moments as if she feared I would drop her or let her fall through the glass.
“Put your legs around my back,” I told her.
She wrapped her legs as far as she could around me, and it changed the angle, allowing me to stroke in and out while holding her suspended.
Her hands held her from bumping the glass.
It was a slightly contorted position, but it didn’t matter.
The rate I was racing up on my orgasm and the way her pussy quivered around me, it wouldn’t be long before we both got off.
I was right. No more than five minutes later, as my load erupted from my balls, she clamped down around my cock and wrung every drop of my cum from me. We both cried out and got lost in the euphoria.
By the time we were through, her legs let go of me.
I had to clasp her to me and stumble backward until I fell into the chair not far from where we’d been.
We could still see out the window. As our breathing eased and our bodies went limp, one by one the lights winked out as my brothers and sisters dispersed.
The ceremony was complete. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her scar.
“That was not what I expected, and I have to admit, I almost said no way, but that was hot, Leif. God, that was hot,” she whispered.
“I was gonna ask you, and then I chickened out. I was glad you didn’t punch me in the groin and walk off,” I admitted.
Her giggle made me smile.
“That wasn’t luck. That was me loving that part of you too much to do that. But that’s not to say I can’t and won’t come up with other ways to torture you if you piss me off,” she warned.
“Believe me, I know. Thank you for being so accepting of my heritage. For loving all of me.”
“Thank you for accepting and loving me as I am.”
I held her for a while longer until I knew I could carry her up the stairs to our bed. I knew the night was far from over.