Astrid Ashworth
Interests Alexander, Erik, Montgomery
Outfits: Yule / Valisblot
Story
VII
Astrid never really liked surprises: usually, it was bad. This time, she was just surprised – she had no clue what to make out of the fact Jarl Alexander has assigned her into his ranks.
She was on her way to the first meeting with the man finding out what her duties implied – from what she recalled from her history books, Vikings took no sex slaves. Then again, these books were written by men before they got newer addition and men rarely cared to admit to some darker shades of their past. Walking into the room, the first thing she noticed was Montgomery, standing still in front of two jarls: both of them sat there, as she stepped into the conversation.
“Astrid Ashworth,” Alexander stands up, playful smirk curling his lip. – “Your friend tells us you could be of help other than simply assisting with music and art.”
She darted Montgomery, finding her spot next to him. Alexander looked at her before turning his attention to Erik, still sitting calmly at his place.
“I’m not sure what exactly Montgomery told you, but—”
“But?” Alexander lets out a chuckle. – “Do not take my words the wrong way, Astrid, this is not a request,” his voice grows deeper.
“I meant no offence,” she continued, taking a pause after it. – “I will help as much as I can help.”
“Good,” Erik says, getting up and heading out. – “Let me make the necessary preparations so you can do your work calmly,” he says, exiting the place, with Montgomery following him quickly, and she is ready to do the same when he hears a soft sigh.
“I really thought you would argue more,” Alexander sits back down into his chair, looking straight into her.
“I’ve learnt which battles are better left to the other side,”
“But where’s the fun in that?”
“Perhaps you should have assigned me to become a shieldmaiden if you wanted to battle,”
“Not all battles are fought on a battlefield,” he says.
“Agreed,” Astrid replied. – “Battles you can win without spending a drop of blood are good battles too,”
“And this kind of thinking is exactly why I need you to assist in our strategies,”
“What kind of thinking is that exactly?” she smirked – perhaps he was like most other people she met: convinced he knows her more than he actually does.
“Knowledge that blood should not be spent in vain,” he said. – “You don’t seem to have a blood lust drive about you,”
“And what makes you so certain of that?” she replied, taking a step closer, glancing across the room. – “Perhaps you should hand me a blade—”
“I would like nothing less than to see you cut yourself on it,” his tone is mocking.
“Teach me not to do that,” she steps a little closer, taking the blade standing in front of him. It’s heavy, raw and unlike anything she imagined it to be when she was reading stories about Vikings as a child. All of them wielded their weapons easily, as these broad swords were made out of aluminium. It weighs a lot, she is unable to lift it properly. The movement snaps her back to the moment, Alek heading her way in two long strides – as if he was stepping into a battle – and picks the sword up from her hand effortlessly, swinging it to the side and setting it into the wooden floor. His sheer size had an intimidating effect on anyone, and how could it not: he was huge, imposing, threatening at best – and yet, she finds herself not frightened, but lustful. Instead of feeling fear, she felt a warmth wash over.
“I’m not certain you can handle such a huge weapon,” he smirked, a smug expression on his face. – “Are your people used to swords such as these?”
“My people aren’t used to any type of swords,” she replies.
“And what makes you believe you could be?”
“What makes you believe I would not?” she scoffed. – “I can handle myself on my own very well,”
“I doubt that,” he laughs a tiny bit. – “Maybe, with some practice—”
“Teach me,” she repeated again. – “Show me what to do,” she approaches again, picking up the sword with both hands, pointing it towards him. Alek laughed, pushing the blade away, stepping towards her and pushing her elbow up a little bit. He made a step behind her, Astrid looking over her shoulder, and his foot pushed her right foot a little bit more apart from the left, his hand reaching her hip gently. Alek touches her chin a little, pointing her head to the front again, and she smiles almost like a natural reaction to the fact he was there, closer than ever. He walks to the front of her, tilting his head a little and letting out a chuckle.
She stops smiling, furious, putting the sword down. He laughs once again, as she pushed the sword into his hand, turning around.
“Come on,” he yells behind her, following her outside. – “Maybe you just need a smaller sword,”
“Thank you for your help,” she replies coldly, heading into the direction of the hut where she is supposed to meet Montgomery, furious at the thought of his mocking reaction to her idea, while at the same time feeling as if she would have willingly taken him right there.
VIII
She picked up on Montgomery’s plans right away: it was not a bad plan, in reality, but his smugness annoyed her too much at times to be complicit in all his ideas. Astrid would, often, find herself wondering how long this string of good fortune would last – she remembered many things that have happened around this time of the history, but she was uncertain of how much they have changed by accident already.
Montgomery shared no such worry, of course, gulping down a cup of wine as they looked at the maps spread across the huge wooden table in the middle of the room. Alek just left to join his men and women in a fighting practice, but not before coming to check on the two of them and the ideas: before the fortnight was over, they needed to pick a city to raid – Jarl seemed to be amused by the idea of them being strategists and he missed no opportunity to visit them and see what was going on.
“Where is the map of the western shore I spread earlier?” Astrid asks, unamused by Montgomery’s drinking and flirting with every single girl who came in to bring them things. She glanced his way, and he stood near the exit, pushing the leather a bit to the side to see what was happening outside. He must have met someone’s gaze, because he nodded and smiled, returning inside immediately.
“Speaking of, I suspect our merciful jarl would like to spread you over the table,” he seemed amused. Astrid looked away, rolling her eyes. – “Have you considered it?”
“Are you truly expecting me to talk to you about this?”
“He is a powerful man, at his prime,” Montgomery shrugged. – “Not the brightest of the bunch, but power usually has nothing to do with it,”
“I was thinking we could move further—”
“I asked you a question,”
“And I choose not to answer it,” she snaps after he cut her off: even during the meetings, Montgomery was showing signs of impatience, always jumping to points ahead of time.
“Becoming a wife to a jarl—”
“I am not into becoming anyone’s wife,” she hissed.
“This is the kind of behaviour I believe he would appreciate between the furs,” Montgomery smirked – she did think that he took a certain kind of pleasure in annoying her – and he takes a step towards her. Astrid picks up a small knife from the table, handling it the way she saw Varda doing some days prior, turning to him and he chuckled.
“You knew what I like right away,” Montgomery smiled.
“If you are uninterested in helping me, move,” she pushes him to the side, annoyed out of her mind. She finds the map she was looking for, just as the other Jarl walked into the hut.
“Jarl Erik,” Montgomery smiled widely, showing the man towards the table with the uttermost respect. – “Astrid was just showing me a city she believes would be a good place to start,” he says, turning towards her. She’s surprised, especially with how she believed this might have been a prematurely made decision. Her lips part as if she will say something, but Montgomery takes over again. – “You see, the city is—”
“Perhaps the woman should explain,” Erik shifts his attention to Astrid and Montgomery just smiled, surprised and nodded as he moved a bit to the back. – “Continue,” he says.
“I was thinking Dyfed,” she says and points to the map. – “Everyone will be expecting you to strike—”
“Us,” Montgomery cuts in, allowing her another cold glare, before she simply points to a spot on the map, turning her attention to Erik. – “The city is not as huge as London, perhaps, but their location suits us,” she continued, turning the map towards him, pointing to a small bay just around the corner from the city. – “If I’m not mistaken, the bay tides will give us the speed we need, the weather will help us stay under their radar—”
“Radar?” Erik looks at her, confused.
“Undiscovered,” she says quickly. – “I believe they will fall easily,”
“Very well,” he says, after a moment of thinking. He looked at the map once again and turned his attention to you. – “How did you discover this place?”
Long story, to say the least, and one that would help no one.
“There was a woman I knew from a village far north who spoke of this village,” Astrid lied, shortly and quite convincingly. – “I believe it would be good to pay more attention to this position here,” she dragged her finger across the coast. – “Yes, the sea is shallow, but our boats will be able to manage, should run by someone who knows what to do,” she finished, a smile escaping her lips shortly. She felt proud of her own way of coming up with a plan – she remembered some of the history behind the event, and if she is not mistaken, this will be a success.
“Alright,” he says, after a pause – looking up from the map to see the look she had on her face: shortly after, Astrid flashes him a proper smile and a nod.
Montgomery smiled back at her, watching the jarl leave.
“Erik?”
He’s about to walk out, but stops on the door, turning back to her.
“I would like to join you,” she says, shortly. – “The raiding party, that is.”
Erik looked at her and within a moment, only shook his head lightly.
“Next time.”
She nodded, letting him walk out before she smashed the cup into the ground, stepping out of the tent before Montgomery had a chance to speak something either of them might have regret.
She stormed off in the direction of the only place where she believed to be able to be alone – her fury, as much as she would have loved to have it hidden, was visible to everyone around. Long strides along the borders of the camp and soon enough, she reached a small part of the land no one occupied, drawing a quick, deep breath, followed by a couple more, trying to calm herself down. She has been here before, wanting to be a part of a world and failing miserably in doing so, but never before it has bothered her this much – this lack of ability to prove herself was infuriating to endure.
“There is a better way to use this energy.”
Startled, Astrid turned to see the sorceress step out of the thicker part of the wood, pulling her dress up her breasts, carefully stepping out into the open. She smiles – or Astrid seemed she did, she could not tell. A man stumbles out the forest behind her, heading into the other direction from Rebekah. She takes one step closer, pushing her long blond hair over her shoulder and to the front, turning around as she approached Astrid.
“Lace me,” she said, glancing over her shoulder hazily, smirk playing on her lips. Her skin was goose bumps and white milk, Astrid noticed as she carefully pulled the laces. – “You don’t have to be that gentle,” she chuckles. – “Don’t worry about being rough, I promise I can handle it.”
She speaks in whispers and turns around to look at her more carefully the second Astrid is done, taking her hand and turning the palm around, looking down for a moment. Rebekah smiled again, her white teeth flashing at Astrid. For a moment, there was no one else in this.
“Tell me, Astrid Ashworth,” the woman continued, letting Astrid’s hand fall down, pulling a wave of her hair gently to the side. – “What made you angry?”
She stays silent instead.
“Should I ask who did?”
Astrid swallows hard, and the short woman chuckled playfully.
“Ah, here we go,” she continued. – “Whoever it is, perhaps you could use this anger to help you both get something out of it,” she adds more onto it, nodding at the end. Astrid struggled, but said nothing, looking away from the girl before she just nodded again, tracing her finger over Astrid’s hand. – “Thank you for your help.”
She watched her go, blond hair gently rocking in the wind, Rebekah slowly walking away in the direction her brother went too. Astrid wondered if Erik took his little sister raiding with him when he went.
IX
The Yule celebrations reminded her of home: reminded her of numerous parties she avoided, of the ones she didn’t and seeing how easily the people from her age-adjusted to this part of the ritual really reminded her of that: she wasn’t sure she liked this trip down the memory lane, actually. She stepped outside, at a point, breathing out into the cold air, listening to the sound of laughter coming from the inside.
She left her cape inside, but decides to stand there alone, in the cold, instead of going back inside to fetch it, the drunken voice inside her head made no sense tonight, so instead of craving company, she felt lonely and asked for more solitude instead. Dizzy, with the wine and the nostalgia of all the things she disliked in the first place, Astrid felt like she would eventually stop feeling this way – perhaps she was feeling more than she cared to admit about the fact they seem to be stuck there permanently – the thing she did not understand was that she liked it here, she liked it at this moment and yet, there was this tiny flame of fear burning deep inside her which made her consider going back should the chance arise. The fear of the unknown? Or the fear of the things she found out she had in her?
Perhaps both.
“You should join the rest and celebrate.”
Astrid turned, hands folded on her chest, catching Alexander’s gaze. He was intoxicated – she wasn’t sure if it was some of the herbs Rebekah dabbed into or the wine, but he stood there and she could tell he was drunk. And then again, she wasn’t sober either. Goosebumps crawl under her skin as he took a step closer. He took a step closer, almost to watch her: he would do it, sometimes, she noticed, with women. Just exist in their orbit, come closer and feel their mood about his presence – she noticed it usually, she noticed it now – and the fact was, she wasn’t opposed to any of the things he obviously wanted. At times, she would wonder if she could just walk into his hut, and make get what she wants without actually saying the words out loud, and then she would notice him doing the same with any of the other women and realizing that she could not do this: she liked attention she was getting, but she liked for that intention to be undivided between people.
Still, even now she felt the pressure in the pit of her stomach, she stood up straighter, she could feel the small hair on her skin lift as he approached.
“I needed air,” she replied.
“Not trying to run away?”
“Where would I go?” she scoffed. – “You are yet to allow me to go hunt,”
“You claim not to know how to do so,” he replied with a mocking tone in his voice and she laughs.
“What do I need to do to convince you I honestly have never hunted?”
“How did you feed yourself then?” he genuinely asked, amused by the lies he believes she is telling him.
What is she to say? That she would just get things served? That she ate little meat and fish anyways? That she had never actually killed an animal nor seen how it’s done?
“Allow me to join a hunting party and you will see for yourself,”
“Or we would never hear from you again,” Alek said in his own way, smirking as he did. – “I do not know if I am to trust you yet, Astrid,”
“Have I done something to displease you?”
“No,” he replied shortly. – “You have also done nothing new to please me.”
She chuckled, unwillingly – the innuendo he spoke in was more than she could handle drunkenly: she could feel her body react to his words, diverting her eyes to the side.
“I believe you have many waiting their turn,” she replied shortly, glancing up and straight into him: Alek seemed amused more than anything else.
“Did you forget something?” he smirked again. – “Perhaps my lord?”
“A mistake that occurred by accident,” she continues, rolling her eyes. – “I won’t happen again, I can assure you,”
“It’s a shame to hear it, especially after it brought me so much entertainment,” he laughed, and you could most likely tell by her expression she was not enjoying this little exchange. She was heating up by the teasing, closely approaching the limits she knew she should not cross, but she wasn’t willing to stop.
“I am not here to entertain you,” she squeezes through her teeth.
“What are you here for, then?” he scoffed, glancing to his side, watching the crowd laugh, hearing the variety of voices.
“To help you with your goals,” she ends up saying. – “To help your cause,”
“And who is to say it should stop at that? We could spend pleasurable time together aside from what you have been honoured to do,”
“Is this a suggestion or an order?”
“Do you think I would be asking if it was an order?” he seems annoyed – or insulted, she cannot say. Instead of apologizing, she smiled.
“Perhaps it’s a small game you want to play before,”
“Oh, I can assure you…” Alek approached one step closer, closing the void between them. – “…all the games I play, you’d enjoy.”
Astrid flinched as he took her hand into his, surprised. He smirks, brow up as his head tilts a little bit.
“Do you seem worried?”
“Not one bit,” she replied, her heart beating loudly, and he pulls a small bracelet from the pouch hanging from his side, pulling it apart to tie it around her hand.
“Vegvisir is compass,” he says, voice low and she leans in a little bit to hear him better. – “This way you can always find your way home, no matter how far you travel.”
Astrid takes a look at her wrist, lifting it up a little bit to have a better view of the stone and the symbol etched into it with care, turning her glance up to the man standing in front of her, setting her hand right onto his chest, burying fingers into the leather he wore, closing the space between them completely, feeling intoxicated by the closeness, by the wine, by this entire place all at once, her hand reaching for his neck, his hands finding her waist easily. His kiss is warm, tasting of wine. Alek moves her hair to the side, slowly going down her neck, fingers reaching for the lace on the back of her dress, as she to lets out a small chuckle as he reached her collar bone, tickling her lightly. She can feel his smile in the kiss that crashes onto her lips, digging her fingers into his hair to pull him even closer than he already was, stumbling to the back a little bit, doing her best to keep balance as he leaned into her, his hand finding the curve of her neck, a shallow moan leaving his throat as she reached lower.
Before she can undo the lace on his trousers, there’s a flash of light shining on both, Alek turning towards the direction it came from, hazy-eyed and exhaling a deep breath, hand on her neck still.
“Alek,” Vadra stepped into the light, with a faint trace of amusement on her lips at the scene. – “We should make our Yule wishes now,” she continued, and he nodded shortly, turning his attention back to Astrid in a second. He leans for another wet kiss, digging his fingers a little bit deeper into her skin, smiling as he pulled apart.
“I would love to finish this later,” he says. – “If you wish to do so,”
She blinked a couple of times, her chest going up and down with deep breaths, and she just nods, shortly, with a tiniest of smirks curling her lips upwards and she takes the lead back into the celebration, wishing whatever has happened did not have to stop this soon.
It took her a cup of wine to cool down, as she tried not to think of things that could happen later – there was far too much music and festivities happening for her to only focus on the one person – let alone him focusing on her, so she makes herself go out of the way to share conversations to other people as well – nothing she enjoys doing in a carefree, small-talk way.
Yet, there she was, sitting at the table with some warriors and shield maidens, next to Jessica, toasting to the battles won and things yet to be conquered: the wine was flowing, the mood was good, everything seemed to have been right with this world they were and she felt for a short second she just might be where she needed to be. She noticed Rebekah across the room, speaking with her brother shortly before she moved to the crowded part of the room again, sharing her cup of wine with others – laced with something, Astrid had no doubts about this – but her attention shifts back to Erik. He sat alone again, glancing around with a pleasant smile on his lips and a happy expression.
“Didn’t take you for that type,” Jessica leaned a little, glancing in the same direction and Astrid glanced at her. She chuckled.
“What type is that?”
“The type that likes the brooding, silent type,” she replied. – “I feel you’re just really good in controlling your urges, you know?” she continued, clearly drunken on all this. Astrid tried to hide her smirk but manages to look away instead, and Jessica shakes her head. – “None of this false-ass shit anymore, you hear me?”
“Agreed,” Astrid replied instantly. It made sense before, to try and conceal these bits of herself that did not fit the standards her grandmother might have had for herself. But this was no longer her reality.
“I am serious, you know,” she mussed. – “I am drunk, but I’m also serious about it,” Jessica placed her hand around her shoulders, tilted head hazily looking at Astrid. – “You need to get out of this role and embrace this fun reality properly.”
Perhaps it was the drunkenness, perhaps the faint sense of clarity, perhaps the lust that took over her earlier, but it resonated with her: each word coming from Jessica made sense, somehow, because the girl sat there a shieldmaiden, scars and bruises.
Jessica raised her cup towards her and instead of considering just how drunk she already was, Astrid took her own, downing the rest of the wine down with her.
Moments later, she got up, walking right towards Erik Heinrichssen.
“To many more battles won and riches gathered,” she raised the wine in his direction – shockingly, he smiled, raising his cup at her and they drank shortly.
“And I wish you find whatever you are looking for,” he replied.
“To discovering what that is first,” Rebekah shows out of nowhere, and drinks with, Astrid nodding calmly to her and smiled. – “Perhaps I could be of assistance there,” she smiled. – “I have spells that would help to show you what you desire deeply.”
“I have no doubts about it,” Astrid smiled at the woman.
“Very well,” Rebekah shrugs. – “You know how to find me when you feel like it,”
“Thank you for your kind offer,” she finished her exchange just as a man walked up to the girl, taking her hand and pulling her to the side easily. Jarl seems to be amused by the scene.
“Be warned, my sister does mean that as an order, not a simple offer,” Erik speaks, amused by the exchange, taking another sip of the wine – she chuckled at the words and leaned on the armrest of the chair, watching the crowd for a moment.
“Maybe I should do as she said and see what it is I really want,”
“We all know this,” he says shortly. – “Sometimes it’s just hard to accept it as our truth,”
“Not everyone wants something more,” she says then, her glance making laps around the space and people. – “Sometimes it’s the small things,” Astrid nods. – “Wine, tasty food,”
“Sometimes it’s the riches,” he continued. – “New goals to obtain,”
“Sometimes it’s the warmth of another body,” she nodded towards a pair looking at each other quite lustfully, sitting at a table one across another.
“Sometimes it’s the warmth of a wrong body,” Erik leaned in to speak a little lower tone, amused. – “That is not her husband there.”
Her expression must have been amusing, he laughs loudly, and she blushed a little bit as he did, but tried to play it cool again, sipping on more wine.
“It is a good change, to see you in a good mood,” Astrid speaks, shifting his attention to herself, small chuckle leaving his throat as she says the words.
“I could see the same for you,” he replied.
“Perhaps your trip than did you good,” she says and his face goes blank for split second, making her realize she must have said something wrong about it: his face sunk a little bit, but he nods nevertheless.
“I like spending Yule with my family,” he replied shortly, confusing her additionally: Rebekah was there the entire time, where was his family? She nods, unsure should she prod more or simply allow him to talk. Neither happened, but a quick glance that was briefly exchanged between them before he painted another smile and they continued observing the celebrations further. She does throw a secret glance or two in his direction later, with the question still burning brightly in her mind.
X
Perhaps it was the day itself, perhaps it was only her, but Astrid woke up before the dawn and decided to head towards the shore on her own accord. She felt restless since the moon came out the previous night, unable to sleep, unable to think, and there could have been another couple of hours before the sun breaks, so she believes she could head for a chilling swim before retuning to the warmth of her own hut. Her clothes come off in a short movement, she emerges into the cold water in a swift move and before she knows it, the small swim under the moonlight is over and she finds her way back to her furs. Unlike what she used to believe, Viking camps were silent in the dead of the night, working well with this insomnia and she covers herself tightly, trying to regain warmth, eyes closed and ready to sleep.
Only, it wasn’t working, not properly, but she is somewhere between dreaming and being awake, curled into a ball, hands around her knees, with a strange sensation someone is near, watching. Her mind replays the swim, wondering if the sounds coming from the shore might have been someone watching and unlike some other occasions, this thought doesn’t worry her.
On the contrary, a wave of lust washed over her body, a vivid image of a man next to her creating a very obscene scene in her mind, Astrid being unsure if she was imagining this or wishing it to happen – her mind jumps between various faces of the warriors surrounding her daily, she thinks herself too well-behaved lately, and for no reason whatsoever. Vikings did not judge the desire women felt, nor felt the need to tame it – she could have anyone she liked and this realisation wakes something inside her instantly. She feels warmth again, she enjoys the moment, the fantasy, before the finally before that last moment of satisfaction helps to ease her into sleep again.
Sun came up, and she writes this small sexual frenzy to the lack pleasure she has had since she arrived, she writes this annoyed mood to that too. And Montgomery was annoyed since the moment they stepped in front of another map, discussing strategies and there’s a restlessness sneaking into the entire place and she grows tired of his antics easily, telling him to leave after his restless puffing around.
“I cannot stand the sound of your complaint anymore, would you please just leave this place and leave me with my thoughts?” she speaks finally, Montgomery turning in wonder: he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the woman and she turns around not to see him anymore.
“How the hell is this about me?” he scoffed, annoyed, but they both knew she had a point about him having to leave this place.
“Oh, I’m sorry, but isn’t everything about you?” her eyes narrow a little, head tilted sideways, and she looks at him shortly.
“Really mature thing to say,” he mused under his breath, leaving the room at once, and she takes a deep breath, pushing her hair back a little, wondering what’s happening today. She felt like she could kill someone with her bare hands, and she does try to calm herself down. She hears a rustle of the leather covering the door, thinking in her mind she can handle no more of Montgomery this morning, turning around ready to bite his head off should the opportunity arise.
Erik is inside the hut instead, Astrid standing her place.
“Working already?” he said, and she’s uncertain if this was a faint smile she sees on his lips, before he walked right next to her and to the table. She glances over her shoulder, catching his glance as she did, leaning onto the wooden table a little bit, watching him fold over the maps.
“I like to have an early start,” she nodded, eyes trailing the glimpses of bare skin on his neck, all the way towards the scar on his left cheek: he turns, catching her looking – instead of looking away, she just blinked and froze in place – and surprisingly, Erik smiled, turning towards her a little more.
“The scar always gets to you,” he smirks, reaching for her hand to place it onto his cheek.
“It doesn’t scare me,” she mused, eyes glued to it, unaware of the closeness. – “I’m just curious,” her fingers drag across his cheek, ending up on his jaw, turning his head to the side a little bit, watching a smaller one on the right side of his neck, going down.
“Curious?” he asked, her fingers still digging into the soft of his cheeks and the rough jawbone, Erik removing her hand and breaking this fixation instantly. – “About this one and where it ends?” his lips curl into a smug smirk, eyes focusing onto her lips before quickly jumping back to hold the gaze.
“About how you got it,” Astrid said, almost in a whisper. – “Although, where it ends could be an interesting thing to know,”
“Somewhere around here,” his finger trails from a high point of her neck all the way to right above her right breast, stopping there. She smiled, and for a brief moment these words coming out of her mouth sounded strange to her: then, it’s all one hazy moment she cannot figure out, but there’s a smile that starts it all properly.
Astrid moves a little bit closer, tilting her head a little bit before she leans for a kiss, pulling Erik into her to close the space between them completely. It feels unreal, standing there, his hands wrapped around her and her own around his neck – she leans onto the heavy wooden table, leaning back a little bit, finally sitting up, legs wrapped around his hips. The fall from her back, covering the maps laid all across, and he undid the lace on the back of her dress fairly quickly, leaving her exposed right there – there was some feeling of a tamed-down passion about the way he kissed her, the way it felt greedy in certain moments, lustful enough to cause her to lose her breath a couple of times.
He would find her blurry glance at those moments, smile between that and the following kiss. He pulls her dress down, taking a short moment to appreciate the nudeness of her body, eagerly switching between kisses and bites exploring the entirety of her skin in front of him. He pulled her by the hips, hands caught in the dress and trying to find the top of her hips, arching above her. Astrid breaks her hands free from the dress, touching his head and his shoulders, pulling him into a long kiss as he pulls her into him.
Astrid pulled her dress up, but takes his hand noticing he is fumbling with his pants, shaking her head a little bit gently.
“No?” he seems confused, breathing in and out deeply, and she cuts one of those breaths short, stopping it with a wet kiss, pushing his head down her neck and towards her chest, further down towards the belly and beyond. She arches her back once he finds the spot, biting down a moan, closing her eyes and surrendering herself completely to enjoyment.
She didn’t really consider the fact she just had unprotected sex with someone: there was need that’s been met and the pleasurable moments he spent inside her, on top and under her had been all she could think about later on, standing in front of the plans in the room, all alone.
The air was thick, and she felt like she should wash his scent of her skin before she could focus again – and the surprised feeling of not being any better after this fun moment took her by surprise. She thought she would feel satisfied now, able to focus again, able to continue this day without a second though and there she stood, aching for more. Instead trying to make herself read the maps, Astrid walks around a little bit, heading back to the river and heading straight into her own bed again, with no avail: his skin still lingered on hers, she hated the lack of pressure he left behind inside her, she thinks of him each moment of pulling her dress over her head, each second of brushing her hair and each moment of trying to think of something else.
It’s no use: she had a very particular craving she needed to fulfil as soon as she got the chance. Astrid took a couple of confident steps in the direction of his chambers with a very clear goal in her mind, a very particular set of actions she wishes to do, and she finds the room empty. Woman walks around, watching the lack of possessions around his personal space. There were smaller furs set in the vicinity of the bed, but she makes no connection to the reality – the only thing clear in her mind is her desire to have him again. She sits down onto the soft fur, looking around before crashing down and onto it, lightly closing her eyes.
Unaware of how much time it had passed, she wakes up once he is back and calls out her name. She gets up, approaching him without rush, slowly taking the layers of clothes from him until he is completely naked before her.
It’s a highly sensual act in her mind, getting down on her knees, staring into his eyes and trying to undo his pants as quickly as she possibly could. But she is lustful too, and eager to have him properly, yet she manages to take her time until she can tell she wants it as badly as she does, getting up and onto the bed, Erik right behind her – she pushes him to his back at once, sitting on top, feeling his hands reach for the small of her back in the seconds before. It’s a satisfying moment, she bites his lip a little bit, holding him close for a moment longer. She tossed her head back as a soft moan escapes her.
Finally, she can have more of him.
Round done. Just came back to fix some errors.
Last edited by Zaralee (24/02/2020 at 10:57)
