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clasps, raising the hairs rigid along my back, over my nape, and sending my hackles into a deep growl of delight.
    It twitches my dick in a hard thrust, blasting my neurons with delectable insanity, unfiltered right to my toes.
    Slender legs clamp my body, hugging me tight, spasms rocking her around my slicked hard-on, juddering the sensation of power all around and into me, pulsing miracle manna right into my core and infecting my bloodstream.
    It's such a supreme experience that I'm lost, floating, weightless, breathing over her mouth, locking my tongue with hers and smashing nubile lips into submission. Soul skating with exhalations and inhalations, merging ether in a lover's silent creed.
    Movement catches my eye when I open them, forcing me to glance at the shield resting on the floor next to the spinning-wheel; my reflection taunting me. I'm stunned at how hard I'm hammering into her without being conscious of it. My veins protrude with tension, my muscles extruded with the effort of ravishing restraint. My mind and spirit wage war for dominance.
    Slender fingers bite their short nails into my hand and in response I relocate that broken scar on her neck, sliding one fang into it, resting my mind into her pulse, beating to the rhythm of her heart, surging across my only raw nerve.
    You. Are. Mine.
    All mine.
    This lady is more than wolf, she's a holy.
    Wet heat engulfs my erection, kneading it the way I charted her veins and power, her lips locked on my neck, nibbling, gnawing to break the skin while edging me closer to an apex of engorged eruption.
    How remiss of me. In this erotic exultation I almost forgot the lady likes pain.
    Good, because I'm in the mood to grant wishes. Shifting to lock both her wrists in one of my hands, I employ the freedom to wrap her hair into my fist, yanking her tilted head back further, cutting off her ability to breathe.
    Biting her neck harder, she can't escape when I choose to bore into her, deeper and deeper, uncovering the saturated source of Skadi's allure. The dynamism of the universe is locked inside her body, it makes sense that the opposite polarity will unlock it.
    A gasp nudges me to the abyss, hushed like a stolen benediction, “Please cum.”
    Cum?
    “Leug, let go. I want to... feel... it.”
    Her voice is tight, her throat constricted, the tone so otherworldly and strange, but a summoning all the same.
    The slicked heat sheathing my penis manipulates, muscles squeezing and kneading, rubbing and stroking, molding suction and friction in a primeval rite, leaving only the tip of me receiving the hot surges of plasm from deep inside her.
    The dichotomy, the paradox on my nerves, the assault on my senses, everything tightens, my veins, my muscles, my gonads, my erection, purging until I'm shaking, perspiring, cast into a darkness so black I have spots dancing across my eyes.
    A fingernail trails down my back, caressing up and across my shoulder, warm breath bathing my ear, bringing me back to my senses and acutely aware of the lady who cast me to the four winds with her ministrations. I don't know when I released her, freeing her to touch me. When did the shackled spellbind me?
    Soft hands cradle my face, forcing me in my blind haze to accept her tender blessing, as if she is thanking me for looting her sanctity. I defiled something, I took it, and none of this is making sense.
    Sagging, needing to roll, to withdraw, to collapse and assimilate what the fuck just happened, she refuses to release me, her legs locked around my glutes, her hands commanding my cheeks, endlessly casting kisses onto my face, trying to land the one that will snare my soul.
    “ You are beautiful,” whispers at me, filling my head with that sensitive glory all around her, within her; the light and warmth of the Æsir she's put inside me .
    How prophetic it was to call her sváss. She puts the love into be-loved. Sváss, beloved .
    How can I not after what you just gave to me?
    Intimacy of the