Runa stands at the large, wooden loom weaving the shuttle back and forth through the threads. She appears distracted but still hears him coming up the path.

He’s unable to hide his heavy footsteps, he loves to sneak up on her.

“I hear you.” The smile in her tone warms the room.

He lunges forward, looping his arms around her waist and kissing the bare skin on her neck down to her shoulders. It’s been months since he’s seen her.

Her head rolls back with a gasp escaping, “I missed you, my fierce hunter.”

“And I you, my love.” He breathes on her neck, sliding the shoulder of her dress down, revealing a tattoo on her back. “What is this?” He slides the back of her dress down lower, tracing his finger along the lines of the symbol.

“I missed you so much, I wanted part of my hunter to be with me always,” she says, dropping the shuttle from her hands.

“It’s beautiful.” He brushes his lips against her shoulder, “Just like my woman.”

“Did you bring me something?” She asks, reveling in feel of his teeth raking against her skin.

“Yes, something big,” he growls in her ear.

Her hand slides up his leg, taking his hard member into her hands, stroking gently. “Something other than this?”

“Is it not enough?” he asks, playfully pushing harder against her hand.

She turns around in his arms, looping her fingers behind his neck, “It’s more than enough.”

He hums with delight at her touch, her fingers twisting in his braids. “Kiss me, my love.”

Runa’s eyes close and she puckers her lips playfully.

“It’s been too long.” He leans down, covering her mouth with his.

“Far too long,” she says in a breathy voice.

Runa steps back to unlace the front of her dress, dropping it to the floor, eliciting a low growl from her hunter.

He brushes his fingers along her gentle curves, “This is what kept me warm on the coldest of nights, thoughts of you.”

He licks his lips, grabbing her ass and lifting her. She squeals with delight, wrapping her legs around him and staring him directly in the eye, “Once...then a bath.”

He carries her across the open room to a platform bed lined with furs. He lays her down and takes a moment to admire her naked form. He reaches into one of his pouches and pulls something out balled in his fist.

“Oh, what is that?” Anticipation dances in her eyes.

“Something shiny,” he says, letting the chain unfurl directly above her, an iron key dangling from the end.

“A key, what does it unlock?” she asks.

He leans down close to her, “A tiny box that was empty, but I saw the intricate beauty of the filigree and knew it must be yours.”

“I love it,” she says, sliding the chain over her neck.

He brushes his lips against her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Her heavy breath urges him on and she tangles her hands in his hair.

He kisses lower to her belly, before standing to undress himself.

Her hands glide over her own body as she watches him shed all the layers of clothes.

He strokes his cock, “Are you ready?” He kneels on the platform and playfully buries his nose at her core, giving one flick of his tongue. “Oh yes, you are.”

He pulls her legs up, bringing her pussy closer. He watches her reaction to him, pressing his huge head against her clit, “I missed you.”

Runa hooks her ankles together in the small of his back and thrusts forward, taking all of him in. Every contour of his member rubs against her walls. He forces his thumb between them and rolls it over her swollen bundle of nerves.

A breath hitches in her throat at the sharp pleasure sending fire racing through her veins. She enjoys the expressions of pleasure contorting his expression while her channel squeezes around his cock.

Her nipples pucker into hard buds as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. Taking ownership, he grabs her breasts.

Runa gasps for air, the orgasm building in her belly taking full control of her body.

Her movements become less metered and more urgent, his deep thrusts growing harder and faster. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She gazes up with hooded eyes, “I’m yours.”

He buries his cock inside her, holding still while her walls contract around him. He slides out slowly and thrusts into her again, watching the pleasure build in her eyes.

She bites down hard on her lip, writhing against his cock, yet her pussy begs for more of him inside her. He pounds hard against her rhythmically, the way she loves to be fucked.

Runa’s pleasure pools between her thighs and the heavens explode behind her lids. She lets out a moan in tune with her hunter’s roar as he fills her pussy with his warm seed.

“Runa, my love,” he says breathlessly, collapsing down onto her. “You are the only woman I ever want.”

A lackadaisical smile lights her features, “Promise me.”

“I promise you, I belong to you; mind, body and soul, or may the gods strike me down,” he proclaims.

“And I you,” she breathes, curling into him.

Hunter awakens disheveled and releases a breath of disappointment at hearing cars passing by. He doesn’t have to look, she’s not there and hasn’t been for thousands of years. He runs his fingers along the iron key hanging around his neck, bracing himself for the thoughts that always roll through his memory when he dreams of her. The visions of her laughing, dancing and caring for their sons. Her beauty beyond comprehension.

Hunter drops the key back to his chest and stands from the bed. He watches from the window as the city comes to life at nightfall.

He focuses on the people below, trying to empty his mind. His reflection shows the remnants of the Viking he once was. His chiseled chest covered in tattoos, the scars of battle long since gone. He hardly recognizes his neatly trimmed hair and beard.

A flash of memory strikes in his mind’s eye. He presses his palms into his eyes, staunching the vision of his Runa lying still on the palette of furs, blood staining her chest.

“I will come to you, my love. I will find a way into Valhalla,” he whispers to the stars, hoping she’s there listening.