Asger travels to the Tree of Life. Sitting under her branches, threading his fingers into the soil, he opens his mind. Asking for their aid, letting his dragon send a picture of the glittering stones from the old world, hoping for help to find one to make a weapon that would win her. Power ebbed and flowed into and around him, reminding him of the gentle waves that would sometimes lull him to sleep in his boat. He smiles at the memory and ponders if he will ever sail the waters again. He feels the emotions of the world around him - joy, sadness, and pain. It is overwhelming but in the middle of it all is love. Love moving through all things.
Sending his thanks out into the world, he goes to stand and receives one last warning, a vision of thunder and lightning, blood and death. Odin. It only makes him more determined. If Odin gained control of Ylva’s power, if he twisted it for his bloodlust the world would weep.
Ylva would come to him, he vows it. He would be a shadow in her mind, whispering dark, seductive things until she bent to his will. A wolfish grin curves his lips as he rubs his hands together. Paying his respects one last time he takes to the sky, returning to Danu’s home, shifting mid landing so that his human feet hit the ground. He laughs at the look on Beathag’s usually serene face. “Now, you're just showing off,” she grouses, while chuckling.
“Maybe,” he calls back over his shoulder as he strides to the door. Slamming it behind him, he whistles to himself, excited at the ideas running through his head. Undressing, he flops down on his bed, getting comfortable. He reaches for their link, seeking her mind over the distance. Suddenly, he was in. Ylva and the beast notice his presence. Anger and joy flows through the connection to him. This is going to be fun.
He builds an image of her midnight hair, so soft and silky, his fingers sinking into it. Burying his face in it, he pulls it, guiding her mouth to his. He feels it slide over his thighs as her lips, reddened from his kisses, close over his length. He is engorged, thick and long. “Wrap your hand around me,” he grits through his teeth. They are feeding each other now. He shakes with his need for her. The air rushes from his lungs as he sees her smiling eyes blazing blue up at him from his cock as she runs her tongue across her teeth.
Fuck, this is going to be fucking torture.
She revels in the power, taking control of the vision. Gently squeezing as she brings the tip to her lips, flicking her tongue, out savoring the masculine taste of him. She draws a curse from his lips as she pulls him into her heated mouth.
Taking back control, he fists her hair in his hand, holding her still as he thrust in shallowly. His other hand moves to her breast, pinching the hardened nipple, rolling it between his thumb and finger, kneading it as she thrust it into his hand.
They both pant with need. She wants him, is desperate for him. Steeling his resolve, he breaks the connection. She cries out in frustration, starving for him, angry at her need. His fist wraps around his cock and he pumps it trying to hold the picture of her to him. It is a hollow completion and he longs for her heat. He prays she breaks soon.
Day and night he fills her mind with erotic images. She is permanently aroused, unfulfilled, she does not want to sleep because dreams plague her. She always wakes, writhing in need. It is not just sex he floods her mind with though, it is also a life together. He shows her their future, happy together, all of them. He tempts her with freedom. Tempts her with the bond and a joining like he has with the dragon, a partnership. Ylva agrees they could do this.
A week later she stands at the portal by the village, staring at it, confusion warring in her mind. She steps closer, then backs away. She turns to leave and stops, turning back. A shadow covers her as she turns her troubled eyes to the skies. He has come. She should kill him for this pain. She pants in her anguish, gulping air. He glides closer and she narrows her eyes. She wants to fight him, needs to. Something is falling toward her, something wrapped in fur. She leaps, catching it before crouching down, eyes darting around, sniffing it and carefully opening it. Her mouth falls open. It is beautiful death, glittering in the sunlight, a sword made of a brilliant blue stone. Ylva sighs thinking it matches their eyes. Beast looks at her reflection in it, raven hair curling in the wind, lush lips and wild blue eyes. Tears well up but she refuses to let them fall. She looks to the heaven, searching for him. He perches high on a peak, waiting. Waiting to see what she will do. She could kill him with his gift. It would cut through his armor of scales. She stands looking at him.
‘He loves us both. We could both have him. I want to join with you. If we do not, Odin will hunt you. I cannot let him have you.’
The Berserker startles, ‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean I will share my life, my body. We will become one, but if you refuse the next time you sleep, I will end us both. He does not know I have made this decision.’
Whirling, the Berserker flees, angry at her choices, not trusting them. On and on she races until she falls into an exhausted sleep. Ylva sits up, saddened at her only choice, the sword still clutched in her hand. Her tears fall on it as she calls her mother.
Morrigan appears in front of her, falling to her knees. “Daughter, how I have missed you.” Pulling her tight into her arms, she shudders as she feels Ylva’s sobs.
“She will not relent mother. I am sorry. The binding has made it so I cannot force her to the cave. I have made my decision, I will not let Odin take her.”
“NO!” One word was all her mother screamed. “I cannot lose you too. Asger said he is winning.”
“Oh, she is very interested but refuses to believe that he wants us both. I need you to take me to him. I do not know how much time I have before she wakes and I would have one night with him.” Morrigan her heart breaking, nods her agreement, “And mother please after, will you take me to the tree? I know she has been helping both myself and Asger.”
Sniffing, Morrigan stands, pulling her to her feet before hugging her tightly as they sift to her home. Ylva smiles at where Asger was tonight. Stepping forward she looks down and realizes her mother has cleaned and dressed her in a gown that is sheer and luminescent, glowing in the moonlight. Swallowing her tears, she moves to the door.
Asger’s eyes widen as she comes through the door, she takes his breath away. She is gorgeous, skin glowing in the candlelight, eyes full of love and lust. He is at her side in an instant, fingers burying in her hair, crushing his mouth to hers. He is devouring her.
Asger tugs at the ties of her dress, loosening them until it drops away from her body, leaving her bare to his hungry gaze. Moving back so he could take her all in, his breath catches in his throat, she is all curves and satiny skin. Reaching one fingertip toward her, he runs it down her neck to her breast, brushing it against her sensitive nipple. She gasps in response, her body tensing, already drawn tight as a bow from the weeks of sensual torture. “Ye are so beautiful. What did I do to earn ye?” His voice is thick with emotion. Bending he kisses her, this time lingering and love flows into her.
“Please, Asger. I do not know how much time I have.” She hated that they could not take their time.
“Then let us make the most of it,” lust roughing his voice. Wrapping her hair around his fingers, once more he tugs her to him, guiding her to the blankets on the floor in front of the fire. The pads of his fingers slide over her skin, sending goose bumps skating along her spine. His nails scrape lightly on her thighs and flames of arousal burn up to her core. She could feel the heat of him and longs to have it burning her.
Asger inhales the ripe, earthy scent of her. It was a perfect mixture of Ylva and the Berserker, different than the last time he held her. Woman, beast, and they both are all theirs. He aches for her, his cock hard, thick and throbbing. He would gladly risked everything to be with her. He plans to savor every second with her.
She kneels, her hair flowing down her back, the firelight causing it to gleam. She draws in a breath, lust overwhelming her. Every step he takes toward her causes her body to tighten more. She lays back spreading herself like a feast, begging him to dine upon her. He pauses, staring at her invitation, her skin glows, waiting for his touch, his exploration.
Looking is not good enough she thought, he has to touch her, possess her, make her feel one last time.
Looking into her eyes, he thinks he sees sadness for a second but then it is gone, it gives him pause. She licks her lips and he is lost. She shifts, arching her back, watching the heat flare in his eyes. She feels wanton, desperate and reaches for his waist, loosening his kilt, tossing it to the side. Her breath hitches at the sight of him, proud, erect and larger than she remembers. Kneeling between her feet, he runs his hands up her calves. She moves slightly but his grip tightens and he growls a warning. “Do not.”
She tries very hard to stay immobile but his touch sends sparks through her blood to her core. She whimpers, “I cannot wait. You’ve tortured me for weeks.”
“Such sweet torture it was. What was your favorite thought?” His eyes gleam with his hunger. She could only shake her head as his hands move closer to her center. His eyes turn amber as he locks them on the moisture that drips from her cleft. “I plan many things but the first is to eat ye alive, force ye to moan and scream my name.”
As the last word leaves his lips, his head bends to her sex, tongue swiping out for a long, slow teasing lap, wrenching a cry from her. He falls on her like something ravenous. Using teeth and tongue, he pushes her high, letting her skate along the edge of completion and then he backs off, going back to long slow licks, as her breath saws in and out. She feels the sharp bite of his teeth on her clit and the invasion of his finger into her soaked pussy. He continues to lick and nibble as he pumps into her. She chants his name like some kind of prayer. “I cannot,” she gasps. His tongue spears deep, curling and her body fragments. Her vision blurs as lightning races down her spine and still he licks, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. “Please,” she begs, for what, she was not sure. Certainly not for him to stop because she wanted more, needed more.
Suddenly, he flips her over, dragging her onto his lap, his cock slides in the moisture that flows from her. She shivers at the contact. He pulls her mouth to his, plunging his tongue inside her warm heat. She tastes herself on his lips. Positioning himself at her opening, rubbing himself along her lips, he thrusts up slightly. His hands grip her hair pulling her head back, causing her back to arch and her breasts jut up, they are flushed in her arousal. Blowing a warm breath, he watches as her nipples tighten further. She is panting as he pulls one deeply into his mouth, tugging and nipping. She skirts the line between pleasure and pain. He thrusts shallowly again. “Ye are so wet for me, my love. So ready.”
She can only moan her reply. He is then impaling her on his member. She throws her head back, crying out at the fullness. Over and over he plunges. She shifts slightly to take him deeper. His mouth latches on her nipple, teeth biting to draw a gasp from her. He sets a perfect rhythm surging deep, thrusting hard as he pulls strongly at her nipple. A firestorm is building in her body. She is keening, unable to focus on any one sensation.
He growls as her nails score his back and her inner muscles clamp down on him, squeezing him tight. He drives into her over and over, harder and harder. She was tightening more when stars burst behind her eyes as her body brakes apart.
“ASGER!” she screams his name, and still he drives into her. Suddenly she stiffens and begins to fight him. “NO! Oh god, let me go. She wakes!”
Asger pauses, looking at his love’s face, watching as her eyes began to glow. “Let her come, it is time she meets her mate.” Buried deep within her, he waits. He waits for her rage and recognizes the surprise.
“Hello, mate,” he whispers as the Berserker's eyes meet his gaze. Before she could respond, his eyes blaze amber, dragon coming to claim his mate. He senses her will to fight, to be dominated. He catches the scent her need. Grabbing her, he smiles wolfishly as he flips her over. He drags her to her knees, pushing her head down. Asger holds her even as she struggles. He rises over her, catching her hip in one hand as the other holds her head down. He positions himself at her entrance. “I hae waited for ye mate. I brought ye pretty things. I told ye how I love ye but still, ye could not come to me. Dragon told me what ye would need. Domination.”
She could not stop the moan or the undulating of her hips. He will be a strong mate. He draws back, causing her to whimper. “I understand now, ye need this. Ye need to be taken. Ye need hard.”
She cries out as he slams deep into her pulsing pussy. Moisture coats him, and still, she fights. “You are big, so big,” she whispers it, lust making her voice thick. He smiles, sure now that dragon is right. It is the permission he needs. Shifting his other hand to her hip, he pulls her back as he drives forward, relentlessly pounding through her tighten folds. She growls in protests all the while lifting her hips for more. Arching her back to allow him to reach her very core.
He leans over her in a dominate position and slows. He thrusts harder and deeper rocking her body, soft velvet grips him tight. “So tight,” he growls in her ear before grabbing a handful of hair. Pulling her lips back to his, he bites at her mouth as she snaps her teeth at him. His other hand reaches around and flicks her engorged nub. She screams out, hip rocking, searching for relief. Still, he plunges into her again and again. She feels the edge of pain when he clamps down on her clit and fire burns her. She screams her release as he bites down hard on her neck, holding her in place as he continues to pound into her even tighter pussy. His release is brutal as fire streaks up his spine. The explosion starts in his toes and fills her with his seed. Still, his teeth keep her locked beneath him until he feels her muscles relax, the fight leaving her. Releasing her neck, he wraps his arms around her rolling them, he lets her lay across him.
“Mate,” she whispers, tears falling from her eyes. “Will you send me back now? Back to the darkness?”
“No. I told ye that I would love ye both. Ye are both my mate. Magic has joined us and I love your fierceness even as I love Ylva’s gentleness. Dragon and I are one. Ye must connect fully, so neither of ye will be lost in the dark ever again.”
She sits up angry, spitting out, “I do not know how.” Jumping to her feet, she flees. Asger knows better than to give chase.
‘I think we did it, my friend. She didnae kill us.’ He throws his head back and laughs. He could not chase her even if he wanted. He doubts he could move after the orgasm he just had. He hopes she likes dominant sex when they figure out how to merge them because it is something he plans to do every chance he gets.
When he wakes mid-morning, he is laying in the same position as when he fell asleep. She had worn him out but his sore muscles were worth it. Now, to find her. He grabs his plaid and wraps it around him before stepping out into the sunshine. He eyes quarter the area but the only sign of her is her footprints leading away into the mountains. Shifting he leaps into the air, wings flapping, carrying him higher and higher, gaze searching for her. Flying lazy circles, he thinks of the previous night. Lost in the images of her, he does not see the danger until it was too late.