#λ::|| ravensthrope | 800s ce

[ofspvrta]

Picks her up bridal style casually and grins down at. // marriage

θ::|| @wolfkcst

She often underestimated their strength, usually when Eivor could so easily lift her. A yelp of surprise left her lips as the Vikingr lifted her in their strong capable arms, the Keeper stunned for a moment, looking ridiculous as if she were all limbs in their arms.

"Does it satisfy you to humble me so, Eivor?"

[ofspvrta]

❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight .

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @wolfkcst

Those Saxons would have said they were right, that the Norse and their tanned companion were nothing more than barbaric brutes, uncultured and lacking the guidance of God were they still alive to witness this. But they weren't, their ambush had been for naught, cut down with spectacular ease by the Vikingr and the Misthios. And amid the fighting and blood and adrenaline, when the smoke had settled and the haze had barely lifted, when all other foes were dead, the two found themselves entangled with one another. Heated kisses and desperate hands clawing at each other's armor, or at least for the parts that were most in the way.

It didn't take long at all for Kassandra to have Eivor on their back, tunic pulled up so one hand could fondle their breast while the other was buried in their trousers. Her lips were crushing as she kissed them with all the want the world could afford, her fingers dipping in between their folds and working them up. All of this while the dead Saxons lay barely twenty feet away. They couldn't help it, they both admired each other while they fought, and Kassandra knew that Eivor had similar thoughts to her as they dispatched the last of the Saxons, their eyes only having to meet briefly before they met with one another so abruptly. It wasn't the first time they had done this, it wouldn't be the last. And as Kassandra moves to lay partially on top of her love, all she can think about is drawing out those cries of desperation as she gets them to the edge of pleasure.

[ofspvrta]

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

μ::|| meme: ❥ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @wolfkcst

When Eivor said they needed to talk, Kassandra made sure to be there as night fell, entering the Vikingr's chamber as the village was settling in for the night. "You wanted to talk?" She asked, concern lacing her voice. Eivor didn't say much, simply turning from what they were doing and approaching the Keeper, that mischievous smile they often wore plastered across their face. Oh, Kassandra knew that look and knew it well.

This wasn't an urgent matter or something Eivor needed Kassandra's help with in the village. The Keeper simply smiled as they approached and pressed their lips to Kassandra's. There was no question what kind of evening Eivor had in mind, most of the heavy layers they usually wore were nowhere to be seen, just a simple tunic and pants. Kassandra, for her part, was mildly overdressed. It didn't seem to matter as she returned the kiss, hands reaching up to hold Eivor close.

"Had you told me why you wanted me to come over," she said between kisses, "I would have come more appropriately dressed."

The only response she got in return was a grunt from the warrior, Eivor abruptly spun Kassandra around and walked her toward the bed. Nimble fingers already began working at the cuirass' buckles, eager to be rid of the hardened leather that stood between them. Kassandra was just as eager to be out of the damn thing, shifting her focus to the remaining buckles as they kissed. Moments later a loud clunk resounded as the armor was discarded to the floor, the kiss intensifying with that business sorted.

"Is this an all-night ordeal?" Curiosity burned at her, she would be fine with an all-nighter or a quick bout of passion, but she was hoping so much for the former.

"You talk too much," Eivor practically growled, but the curl of their lips betrayed any perceived annoyance as the Vikingr pushed the Spartan to the bed, towering over her for once. Kassandra felt the slight cushion of the bed give beneath her as she looked up at Eivor now that she was on her back. They only relish in it for a moment before following Kassandra down, coming to straddle her and peppering kisses at her neck.

For once, Kassandra didn't have a smart comment in retort, only melting into her lover's affections.

[ofspvrta]

Wraps their arms around her waist and picks her up with ease while pushing her against the wall to support her back. “You’re beautiful, my love.” // gremlin hours

θ::|| @wolfkcst

It never failed to surprise her when the smaller warrior managed to lift her so easily off the ground. Kassandra was not the lightest at her height and was solid muscle. And yet, she doesn't mind being pressed against the wall by them. Eivor is irresistible when they're being dominant like that. And, rarely, Kassandra would ever let herself be dominated.

"Mmm, I could say the same of you, mighty drengr."

[ofspvrta]

❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ // needy

μ::|| meme: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 . | accepting [ Ξ ]

θ::|| @wolfkcst

Eivor could often grow weary of Kassandra's constant need to fill dead air. Could she be blamed? She had gone centuries without a constant companion, she had so much she wanted to say, and for the most part, they were a great listener. Up until the point where Kassandra's chattering went on for far too long. Candles had dwindled down to tiny waxen stumps, their flames flickering and on their last bit of life. She had been in the middle of one of her so-called tall tales, seemingly oblivious to the way that Eivor looked at her. It wasn't the look of someone enraptured by a story so much as the hungry stare of someone enraptured by the storyteller.

As Eivor interrupted, slamming their tankard down on the table, Kassandra abruptly stopped her tale, staring wide-eyed at the drengr at first before a knowing smile crept into her features. How could she ever say no to such a needy request? Standing from her spot at the table, the immortal deftly moved to stand before Eivor, leaning over them and taking their jaw in her hand, pressing a bruising kiss to their lips as her knee pressed between Eivor's legs, knowing exactly what spot to rest it. Her free hand pressed to their breast and kneaded at it, silently cursing the layers of fabric over-top. Pulling back from the kiss, she took Eivor's bottom lip between her teeth. "I think you're a little overdressed, don't you?"