Bifrost Ch. 03

He took her ankles in his hands and parted her smooth legs, holding her open for him to see. She felt her face get hot from the intensity of his stare. He stayed silent, roving his eyes over her womanhood. She realized it was the first time he was really getting to see it. The last few times had been underwater and in the dark. Here in the confines of this room, he was finally going to get to savour her.

She held her breath in anticipation as he let go of her ankles and slowly inched his palms closer to the apex of her thighs. He bent his face closer to her pussy lips and pulled away at the very last moment, kissing the insides of her thighs instead. She took one hand and spread her lips open further, hoping to tempt him from making marks on her flesh. His silver eyes only spared her display a glance and went back to his torturous teasing on her legs. She whimpered underneath him, needing him to touch her where she was throbbing most. His lips slid over her hot skin until he was right over her mound again. He took her hips into his hands and led his face to her slit. She gasped from his initial licks and kisses. She hadn't expected to be so sensitive to his touch, but now that he was down there, and drinking from her like he had an unquenchable thirst, she was nothing but grateful.

He lead his tongue in circles around her nerve ridden button, taking it between his lips and licking gently every now and then. He fell in love with her taste as he dragged his tongue across her seeping hole, licking up all of the creamy liquid that escaped her body. She tasted of toasted apples and rose, just as she smelled. He took his time slipping his tongue in and out of her, enjoying her joyous moans as she grinded her hips against his face.

She rested her legs on his shoulder as he continued feasting on her. Her legs were growing heavy from the attention he was giving her. He made her feel so delicate and valued as he savoured her. She sighed and ran her hands over her breasts and down her body. She gripped her thighs and held them open as he pressed his tongue harder against her heat. Flicking pressure on top of her clit. He gripped her wrists and pulled them underneath her thighs, using her own arms to lift her closer to his face. "Fuck, Kirk." She said breathlessly as he moved his lips around her sensitive flesh harder than he had before. He suckled and licked fiercely. This position opened her the most, and the added pleasure of him restraining her was starting to build in her thighs. "Please dont stop." She groaned as her chest heaved. She looked up at the intricate ceiling as she felt her climax nearing, being so open to his whim was more than enough to send her hurtling to orgasm. She clenched her thighs as the pleasure captured her body, she panted quickly and screamed for him. The electricity surrounding her legs pulled and vibrated her body against him as he continued to lick her. She pressed harder against his face as he lapped up everything she secreted.

When she was nothing more than a whimpering pile of satisfaction, he wiped his mouth and beard and placed himself at her entrance. He took one of her hips in his hand and dragged her further beneath him. She opened her golden eyes and grabbed the blankets beneath her. "Are you ready for me Valkyrie?" She nodded her head yes. "I need to hear you say it."

"Yes Kirk. I need you." She said breathlessly. She was aching for him. He smiled down on her and entered her slowly, causing her to arch her back in anticipation. "Oh, Gods." She would always love the first few moments he placed himself inside of her. Her pussy was always too tight for him the first couple of pumps, clinging to him with no give. This is when he filled her the most, before she adjusted, she felt as if there was no room for him to continue. She swore as he pumped slowly, keeping her hips in place on the mattress with his long fingers. He stilled himself before he continued pumping. Taking the time to gather how wet she was for him. Everytime he pumped their bodies made noise from her tight heat. She was already throbbing gently from her last orgasm, and her legs were spread as wide as she could make them. He felt the soft flesh of her hips and continued thrusting. He only gave her slow deep strokes.

She grabbed his arms as he worked her insides, his large body on top of her made her feel unbelievably small, like she would break from his actions. She held onto his thick forearms letting him split her open each time his hips met hers. He strokes were meaningful. Each one relaying to her what she meant to him. This time, their joining was much more than every time that had come before. She really felt he was making love to her body, giving her a larger piece of himself. "Kirk?'' She called to him, making him look up at her. She held her arms open for him to come closer to her chest.

He laid his body on top of hers, holding himself up with his biceps. She touched his cheek as his lips hovered above her own. Their eyes stuck together, conveying how blissful this moment was to both of them. He kissed her plump lips and laced his fingers in with hers, each digit connecting slowly. He leaned his body further upwards, so that each time he moved in, his shaft connected with her clit. He picked up his pace giving short, sharp thrusts, and then relieving her with soft, deep strokes. There he went playing music with her willing body again. He kissed her neck as she sung for him once more.

They kept all of their heat stuck between their bodies, selfishly keeping the love growing there from escaping. He lifted one of her brown legs, and held it in place form the underside of her knee. She took in more air as he slid in further. The control he had over both of their bodies was astonishing to her. He knew exactly how to deliver them both to the havens of their bodies. "I'm so close." She whispered into the thick air. She had never wanted to come more. He gathered her body in his arms and sat her upright, never disconnecting their bodies. She held onto his shoulders as he continued pumping upwards into her. He held her up with his hands on her rear, keeping her steady as he prepared to give them both their release. He pulled all the way out, and slammed back into her, making her cry out his name. He repeated this until he felt her legs quivering around his waist. "Fuck. Aztrit." He said into her ear as he began coming with her. She felt his come coating her walls, seating itself deeply into her womb. She dug her nails into the flesh on his shoulders as she came. Her nipples grazed his hard chest as they moved together. She shook as he held her, rubbing her back as her climax held her captive far longer. Her back was wet to his touch from the sweat they had conjured together. He laid her back down, letting his cock soften before he removed himself.

She accepted his wet kisses as he held her close. Their even breath was the only noise filling the room. She was taken. She loved this man more than she had ever loved anyone else. If she told him, she was confident he would say the same. The love she held for him was deep within her, something that she had not been able to ignore from the moment they met. She belonged here in his arms, as long as he would have her. She looked up at him as he pulled his lips away and gazed down at her. She was sure he would say it now. "So you do know my name then, don't you Valkyrie?"

She gasped and playfully hit him in the stomach. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You're so rude." That was not what she had wanted him to say.

He laughed at her attempts to hit him. "Oh, aye? I seem to recalling one of us screaming for someone named Kirk? Now that I think more on it, I recalling hearing that repeatedly." He mimicked her voice, "Kirk, Oh my Gods, Kirk."

She was mortified. Her eyes were as big as saucers. She couldn't help what she had said in the moment, but hearing him recalling what she said was horrifying. To hear this giant warrior mimicking her womanly voice was, overwhelmingly humorous. She laughed so strongly she choked on her air. He fell next to her, prompting her to move underneath his arm next to his sweaty chest. "You're a giant child, I hope you know."

"Your brother's grandchild." He retorted with light laughter.

"You're disgusting, it's not like that, and you know it." She scooted closer to him, listening to his chest rise and fall from the intake and outpouring of air into his lungs. "Do you have any special powers you've hidden from me?"

"Why would you think that?"

"Well Loki is really in tune with the magic he received from his Jotun heritage. I don't know who he fathered Hel with, but to make her, he would have had to someone just as powerful as he was. I know your father was human, but surely you inherited some kind of trait?"

He thought before he spoke. When he discovered what he could do, he had been devastated. "I can control a subject's will. Their thoughts, their actions. I can make them do anything I put my mind to. That and my talent for battle."

"Wow. I'm sorry if this comes out wrong, but I'm surprised Hel hasn't tried to use your gifts to her benefit. How did you find out you had such a strong gift?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "She probably doesn't know I have them. She didn't stay for a single minute to raise me, and I only use my gift of war. I made the mistake of losing control over my anger when I was young. Luckily, I knew to stop myself before I willed something I wouldn't have been able to come back from."

She reached a hand out a ran a finger down the warm skin of the scar on his face."If you have such a talent for battle, how did these happen?"

"For the longest time, I felt using what came naturally to me was betraying the person I knew I could never be. When my father told me what I was, and who I had come from, I struggled with my identity. Even after years of self doubt, I still have a hard time reassuring myself that I don't want the same things my mother does. So, I refused to use the gifts I had. But even after all of these wounds, even the deepest, I never died. I could never run from my immortality." He stayed quiet for a moment and then a smile broke across his face.

"What's so funny?" She responded, still fingering the scar and crossing his lips.

"If you were here to kill me, you were so close the first time we met. Why'd you stop?"

"Why would you find something like that funny?" She retracted.

"It was my first time being so close. Probably because I had never been against a weapon fashioned for a god." He sat up and leaned his back on the wooden headboard. "Why didn't you let me die?"

She took her hand back and sat up along with him. "Honestly, because I thought you were handsome. And, Odin didn't want you until after the war, taking you so soon would have made him angry. He may be my father, but when he's angry, or when he doesn't want to admit he's afraid, he does things I'll never be able to understand. Do you want to see it?"

"See what?"

"Hurink. My blade. The one that I would've killed you with, had you been ugly."

He laughed and raised a dark, thick brow at her. "Maybe I do. Do you still plan to use it on me?"

She stretched her hands out in front of her and called to Hurink in her mind. "Keep calling me old, and I just might." her onyx blade appeared in her open palms. The deep black of the blade played nicely in the shadows of the candle lit room. The gold handle looked red from the reflection of the gentle fires in the room. She gripped the handle tighter. It felt as if it was burning. Something that had never happened before. She lifted the hilt closer to her eyes. There was now script on it that she didn't understand. Only one word laid on it that she recognized. Vili. One of Odin's brothers. An uncle of hers that she had never had the chance to meet.

Kirk watched her inspect her blade. She was so gentle with it, he could believe that it was sacred to her. But she looked at it as if it was the very first time she had seen it."What is it?"

She shook her head, not knowing what to say. "It's changed. It's Hurink. But someone's written on it. I think someone may have gotten into my armory."

"Do you need to go and check?"

"No. I've already let Dahlia know to check and tell me."

He looked around at the otherwise empty room, "You spoke to someone? Just now?"

She placed her blade on his lap gently and nodded. "Valkyrie can talk to each other telepathically, if we choose. Don't touch the blade itself. I had it enchanted by the elves of Alfheim to draw blood even if touched gently on its surface."

He lifted the sword by its cool hilt, inspecting its weight and grip. "Isn't this length too large for you? Your arms are so short."

"It adjusts to the wielder. With you holding it, that's the largest I've seen it expand." She yawned as he handled her blade as if he had been swinging it himself centuries. It had take her long to discover how to use her body in unity with it, and she never let anyone touch it. But she knew she could trust Kirk to give it its intended respect.

"Vili crafted this for you? It's the finest I've ever seen."

She looked at him in bewilderment. "You can read the inscription?"

Kirk set Hurink on the bed and looked at her. "Yes. Can't you?"

She shook her head and picked up the hilt, giving it another look. "No Kirk. This is Aesir. The only people who knew the original language is my father and my uncles, Vili and Ve. And they're both dead. What does it say?"

"A gift of discovery. Does that make sense to you?"

She searched inside of herself for an answer. But she could find none. "No. He died before I was born, so I wouldn't be able to recall anything he had said to me. After I healed Dahlia tonight, I felt something change inside of myself. Usually after healing someone so damaged, I would be unable to heal long after. But before I left, I had enough energy to keep healing the rest of my sisters, and I wasn't breathless. My armour changed colours, and my wings are heavier. Now, this? I'm just not understanding what's changed." She continued, telling him how she felt healing Dahlia, and the heat burning her body as she pushed her powers to her limits. Trying to make sense of it herself.

"Do any of your powers involve fire?"

She only raised a hand in front of her. All of the flames from the candles raced to her palm, creating a larger entity that began changing shape. "Manipulation and creation of fire." She dispersed he flames and re lit every candle with a movement from her wrist. She waved a hand over Hurink and dismissed it. She was perplexed, but she was growing increasingly tired. It had been long since she had slept well.

Kirk saw her yawn again. "Whatever it is, we can try to discover it in the morning." He laid down and pulled her into the blankets with him. She let him place her under his arm and clung to his side. As they cuddled in comfortable silence, she felt her eyelids becoming heavy. She moved closer to his body, taking in his scent. He kissed her forehead as she felt herself drift quickly into darkness.