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Chapter Eighteen

Zark

A few days later…

Ientered the podhouse, and instantly, my eyes fixed on Freya standing on her tiptoes next to a shelf putting away some books. The smell of something cooking on the stove raced to me too, but eating food wasn’t the only thing on my mind.

I dropped the bundle of firewood on the mat and pulled the door close.

“Zark.” She smiled, lighting up the whole entire room. “How was your meeting with the Prince?”

“It went very well,” I crossed the room to pull her in my arms and kiss her.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, my sweet.” She smelled of cherry blossoms. She must have taken a bath when I left her this morning. I’d ravaged her sweet body, but still I yearned for more.

This would never get old. Every day after my duties, I raced home to her. There was no more lingering around the outer lands at night because I had nothing better to do. My life held so much promise with Freya in it.

She grabbed the band of my loin cloth and pulled me close. My cock was already hard, ready to fill her creamy pussy.

“Hmmm,” she teased, “Somehow I knew you’d be like this.” She undid the knots of my belt and pushed the garment down my hips.

She licked her lips and I knew what she had in mind. She had a wicked tongue that she used to pleased me thoroughly and many times after she brought me to climax with it, I could barely move.

Before she could fall to her knees to drive me absolutely insane, I spun her around and pressed her front agains the wall.

“I want you like this,” I rasped against the back of her neck, nipping at her delicate flesh.

She reached back and caught some of my hair in a fist. “I’m ready for every raw inch. Fuck me now. I’ve waited hours for this.”

She might as well have been naked already. Her tunic was see-thru, barely there, and it easily slid off her. I ripped the dress down her legs and proceeded to knead her soft backside with my palms. I reached in front to test her readiness. My cock jumped when I learned that she was dripping. I placed my hands on her hip and propped her back just a bit and thrust myself deep and completely into her pussy. It was like sinking into a sea of ecstasy.

“Fuck me hard, Hvit’zark,” she begged.

I pulled out all the way to the tip and slammed back in. She put both hands on the wall to brace herself. With deep, powerful thrusts, I plundered her until she was trembling and her juices were dripping down her thighs.

There was no end to my hunger for Freya.

When it came to her, my needs became carnal.

I wanted to give her pleasure beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Whenever she screamed my name, the sound of her voice encouraged me.

“Oh! Harder please. Yes…I’m going to come.”

I closed the gap between us and pressed my mouth to the back of her neck. The tip of my cock rocked into her G-spot and my kuvak rose from the base, massaging her tight walls even more.

When she began to tremble, I joined her. My seed came hot and heavy just like my thrusts in and out of her pussy.

I groaned loudly in climax, but that was only the the first round.

I spun her around, picked her up, and pressed her back into the wall.

I entered her again, impaling her and plundering her.

She screamed over and over again as my bulbous head met her womb. She wound her legs tightly around me, begging for my fertile seed.

“Zark,” she moaned.

Our lips touched lightly. Our tongues connected. We kissed.

“I love you, Freya,” I declared.

She caught my gaze, smiling with her eyes glazed over with passion. “And I love you too.”

I paused my thrusting for just a bit. Just long enough for me to walk her over to the bed. I sat down so that she was straddling me. She was a wanton woman when it came to taking what she wanted and she knew exactly what to do and how to do it to reach the end she wanted, taking me inside her over and over again.

She rode me like I was her wild beast. In spirit, yes I was.

But Freya changed me. She came into my life when I was just a hopeless soul. And now, my rogue heart belonged to her.