The Beathans Depart

“Are you sure you're alright?” Kara asks, the following morning. You find her alone on Hjordis' flagship, readying for the short voyage to the Isles in the giantess' cabin.

“I am.” you reiterate. “Whatever that lightning was, it hasn't happened again.”

You'd shrugged off the whole ordeal to the others in the town as simply unexplained magical phenomena related to the blue coral. Uneducated and wary when it came to matters of magic, the Beathans had been only too happy to go along with you. On Donald's orders, the artefact had been locked away in the fortress on the edge of town.

You'd of course neglected to mention seeing Einar, as well as his seeing you. Any indication that your interfacing with the coral had been intentional would probably only invite further scrutiny.

“Maybe a spell out in the elements'll loosen Hjordis' tongue.” Kara says.

“I still can't believe Donald did that.” you shoot back. When the giantess had remained tight-lipped, Donald had ordered the custom-built cage that housed her to be moved into the middle of the camp. The deposed Jarl would be completely exposed, both to the biting cold, and the eyes of all in the coalition. Ever the fighter, Hjordis had not flinched in the face of her punishment.

“Better than she deserves.” Kara reiterates.

“Let's speak of gentler things.” you say, hobbling over to Hjordis' expansive bed. You lower yourself onto the edge, invite Kara to join you.

“Aye, I'll sit fae a spell, but nothin' more.” Kara says, joining you, sitting on your left side. You're able to drape your arm around the warrior princess' shoulder, and hold her close.

“I don't know what you're alluding to.” you say coyly. “All I want is to sit here, hold you close.”

“Aye, you may want that to start with, but I know you Edward.” Kara scoffs. “And as pleasurable as that might be in the moment, I've told you already why it'd be a bad idea right now.”

“Come Kara, what are the odds of it?” you argue. “I mean look at me, do you know just how many women I've been with, with nary a bastard to my name?”

It takes a moment, just a fraction of a second, for you to recall your statement isn't strictly true. Visions of demonic bellies, bodies normally supernaturally lithe and comely, bred by you, dance through your mind.

“Nary a bastard, so far.” Kara reminds you. “And I know we wouldn't be quite so lucky this time. In fact, I'm certain of it.”

“How can you be certain?” you ask the redhead.

“I just know, Edward.” Kara says, her usual brash confidence replaced with a certain sheepishness. “Reid women, we just... know things. Dreams, portents, legend says we've been able to sense the future for centuries. No doubt a blessing from the Spirits.”

You idly wonder if these Beathans attribute the very rising of the sun, or it's passage around the earth, to their Spirits.

“Tell me then, O great Seer.” you gently tease your bride. “What portents did you have of falling into my bed in the first place? Or into Madeleine's?”

“I... never said I could see everything. Just that women in my family have a certain... gift.”

“Please Kara...” you whine plaintively. “If you and Donald set sail today, it'll be ages before we're reunited.”

“It's a few days to the Isles. Then the ships'll sail back, collect you, your forces, anyone who couldn't fit in the first fleet.” Kara reminds you. “We'll be back together in less than a fortnight.”

“That long?” you give her a playful sigh.

“I'm sure you'll find somethin' tae occupy yourself with.” Kara demures. “Sritti's stayin' behind, has to wait for some of her straggling scouts to make it to town. I've seen the way the girl stares at you, wherever you go.”

“Sritti could never compete with you, Kara.” you whisper in the Beathan's ear. “I... need you...”

Your statement is true. You are, as ever, enflamed by lust. But there's something else to it. You want to shatter Kara's defenses, make her give in, accept you, even against her better judgement.

“We shouldn't.” Kara sighs. Already you know you've won. “The crew, Donald'll be here any minute.”

“They can wait.” you say, staring into Kara's blue eyes. “The king needs to say goodbye to his soon to be queen.”

“Fine, let's do it. But quick and careful, aye?” the redhead relents. You try to contain your satisfaction at having been able to wear her down.

Kara quickly divests herself of her armour, and soon your bodies are one. In this frozen, wartorn land, she is warm and nurturing. When your mouth is joined with hers, the raiders, the bloodshed, even the demands of your family, the Allsire, all seem very far away.

Rain streaks down the cabin windows as you pepper kisses down the princess' neck, lingering on her breasts before venturing lower.

You bring your lips to Kara's sex, ignoring the growing hardness in your breeches for the time being as you worship her.

Kara is a vision, arrayed above you, a goddess, pale, firm, strong but increasingly shifting due to your ministrations. You have to have her. It's all you can do right now to stay the course, instead of moving up, bringing your manhood to her cunt, ramming it home before it's time.

Instead, you steady yourself, gripping the Beathan's thigh with your good hand, just firmly enough to steady yourself.

She mewls in delight as you feast on her sex, savouring her juices. You had a taste for wine, as much as anyone on the continent, but she might just be becoming your favoured taste.

One of Kara's hands comes down. Long, powerful fingers close in your hear, stroking the back of your head, urging you on. You feel the strength in her touch, a casual, probably unintended reminder of just how much the princess could set the pace of your encounter, should she desire it.

“Fuck... I need you, Edward.” Kara sinking further back. Even given the premium on space on any seafaring vessel, Hjordis' bed is massive, it has to be to accommodate her frame, and anyone she'd care to share it with.

The mattress spills out around you and Kara in every direction, bigger than even the luxurious poster beds in Itheria you've spent so many rambunctious nights in. You accept Kara's invitation, moving up, guiding your manhood to her petals. You survey her from above as you do. You pause, even as your throb with anticipation for her, letting her suffer for you, just for a moment.

Then you enter her, savouring the anticipatory moan elicited as you guide yourself into her. Kara looks at you, wordlessly urging you on. You're not about to refuse her, not now.

The two of you are entwined, lost to the outside world as everything besides the other person melts away. You lose the very concept of time as you take her.

“Keep goin', Edward.” the princess gasps, pulling you closer, kissing you.

As the two of you draw closer to orgasm, Kara's earlier warnings are forgotten, cast aside, as the two of you give into primal lust. You finish, spurting seed into her like you never have before. You're overcome by a certain feeling of rightness as you do. Something tells you this union will bear fruit, just as Kara had foreseen.

Sated, for now at least, you slump onto the side, luxuriating in the comfort and support of the oversized bed. You put your arm around Kara, holding her.

The Beathan looks across at you, a tenderness in her kind blue eyes.

“Gonnae be a long two weeks.” she says softly. You find yourself in agreement with her.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” you offer, eliciting a smile from Kara.

“Aye, if only.”

“Or... maybe I could sail with you? Or you could stay behind. After all, isn't it foolish for you and Donald to cross the seas at the same time?”

“That's why we're gonnae be on different ships, love.” Kara states. “'sides, it's for the best if you stay behind. I'd never get anything done wi' you around.”

You linger a few more minutes, before Kara's responsibilities pull her away. You dress and limp out onto the deck with her.

Reaching over, you give Kara a goodbye kiss, noting the first crew members beginning to approach the ship.

“That's odd.” Kara says, casting an eye up at the sky, beginning to darken. You feel the first specks of a fall of rain beginning to come down now. “There wasn't a cloud in the sky just a few hours ago. I thought we were in for a clear day...”