His hard body was all muscle and sinew honed over centuries of bloody battles. He exuded violence, control, and dominance. He was a warrior, feared by those he had led and fought.
His hand lifted to his side, and Fate saw him picking up a chalice of wine. She frowned. She had seen that chalice before; memory fought the web of sleep trying to aide in her escape.
Awareness beckoned but was snatched away by Odin tipping the distinctive chalice made of Gold. The stem was of a stallion raised on its hind legs. Its front hoofs placed around the cup holding the wine. Again awareness tried to surface when Odin’s hand slid underneath her dark hair, grasping a handful in his fist. He raised her until her lips touched the lip of the chalice. The sweet smell of the wine beckoned and Fate opened her mouth to let the wine slip into the warm recess of her mouth.
“Good girl.” Odin gave his approval at her acquiescence.
Fate’s fighting spirit rose, though it was doused as Odin tipped the chalice until a red drop of the wine splashed on her nipple. The firm hand in her hair tightened, pulling until her back arched, lifting her dampened breast to his waiting mouth. Odin licked the droplet of wine away from the nipple before taking it whole in his mouth, sucking strongly at the rosy peak.
Whimpers escaped from Fate’s lips. She had never made noises when she had sex with Valentine, however Odin brought out the wildness repressed in her soul. When Fate put a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sound of pleasure, Odin’s hand reached up and caught the hand, dragging it down to rest against his leather clad cock.
“Even in your dreams you try to hide your hunger for me.” His harsh voice made her shiver in awe of his power—even relaxed and playing with her didn’t take away the dangerous aura that surrounded him.
Fate could no longer quiet her whimpers, her body on fire. Frantically, her fingers unlaced his tight pants before sliding her hand inside and pulling his massive cock from the tight confines of the leather. Odin’s women had not exaggerated his size, the thickness gave Fate pause, though. Valentine was no slouch, but Odin was a masterpiece. Stroking the silken flesh, Fate trembled.
Odin poured another splash of wine, breaking her admiration of his cock. The wine landed on the other breast where he laved the rosy nipple until no trace of the heady liquid remained.
Odin’s arms then lifted her into the air, his strength easily shifting her weight as he rose with her in his arms. Turning, he placed Fate on the golden throne, and once there, she sat stunned, unable to rise. It felt as if she was still enfolded within his power, at his mercy.
Trapped in the dream, she felt helpless to fight Odin’s desire. It frightened her; fierce control of her life and emotions was how she survived the demands of her job.
When Odin lowered himself until he kneeled between her thighs, Fate’s face turned bright red at her splayed legs. Her breasts glistened in the flickering candlelight. Never had she felt so exposed.
Fate gasped as he placed one leg over the arm of the throne then the other, spreading her even wider. She flinched when Odin once again took the cup in his hand, tilting it until the liquid slowly poured between her breasts, pooling in her belly button before moving downward where droplets shimmered on her bare pussy.
Odin drank of the wine before leaning down, taking her lips in a kiss. Parting her mouth, Fate allowed the warm liquid to spill into her mouth, greedily drinking from his lips. Odin’s tongue lazily explored her mouth before pulling free. Then he explored the graceful curve of her neck.
Goose bumps raised in response to the sensations his every movement produced. His tongue found the wine he had spilled and traced the silken path, ignoring her throbbing breasts. He continued to follow the wine until he reached her navel where the liquid had pooled. He drank from her, savoring every taste and involuntary response she tried to hide.
Odin nuzzled further down until his mouth reached her glistening cunt. His tongue sought her hidden center and began stroking the sensitive flesh. He then pulled her forward on the throne, placed his hands on her ass and tilted her upwards, opening her further to his exploration. Odin’s tongue slid into the clenching sheath, tasting the heady wine and the essence of the woman determined to deny their attraction while Fate grabbed the arms of the throne with clenched fingers, desperately trying to regain her control.
Odin allowed no release. Each time she could have reached her peak, he slowed, leaving her on the edge and causing her to become increasingly frustrated. She tried to move yet was held still by his strong grip on her hips. It went against everything she was, but he gained her supplication—her desire held her powerless. Odin was the master in his bed, and those who decided to share it gloried in the experience. Still, Fate was her own mistress and giving him control went against every instinct she possessed.
“Please, I cannot bear it. Please.” Her breasts trembled as she tried to catch the breath he was denying her.
“What do you want?”
“I want to come. Why are you denying me?” She whimpered in frustration.
“Say my name,” Odin ordered.
Fate felt a trap. Deep in her dream, she sensed Odin was trying to trick her somehow. As reason began to slip through the mist of sleep, Fate shook her head, denying him.
Anger darkened his expression. She had challenged the warrior and he was determined that she would be his conquest.
“You will.” His dangerous temper shone from his silver gaze, yet his hands on her were soothing, leading her further down the path of no return.
Again, Odin lowered his lips to her cunt where his tongue slid deep within her, thrusting in and out as if it were his cock. Her ass rose and lowered with each hard thrust; the sound of her buttocks hitting the smooth metal reverberating through the huge hall.
Odin slipped two fingers into the wine, and as her bottom fell, she was impaled upon his fingers. They thrust past her anal ring to bury themselves deep within her ass. Desperately, Fate tried to hold her hips still, the pain threatening to wake her from the dream.
Odin’s fingers did not stay still, however. They thrust within her while his tongue finally found the hidden nub of her desire, slid backwards and forwards, edging her toward a climax he again denied her. The double stimulation had her unconsciously thrusting backwards onto his fingers, driving him deeper within her.
“Say my name,” he ordered again.
Unable to hold back any longer, Fate gave him what he demanded.
“Odin!” she screamed his name, the loud sound instantly waking her.
Fate woke to find herself covered in sweat, her silken sheets twisted around her hips. She squeezed her thighs together as she sat up in her huge bed, trying to alleviate the desire that left her empty and aching. She turned to look at the empty side where Valentine once had lain, wishing that he was there to relieve the fire in her groin that was burning her alive.
As soon as she’d had that thought, a shadow fell across her balcony doorway. They were always left open so that she could watch the sky. No one was allowed to enter without permission, and only Valentine had ever been granted it. He must have felt her agitation and come to her in concern.
Fate wanted to tell him to leave, the anger at his betrayal still raw. The hurt he had caused had been inconsolable, but her frustrated body was masking the heartache of their destroyed marriage. He could give her body the relief it was aching for and her dream had denied.
“Valentine,” Fate’s soft voice beckoned as she extended her hand toward his waiting shadow.
The shadow moved away, leaving.
“No! Do not go!” Fate hurriedly rose from the bed. Walking forward, her trembling legs forced her to hold onto the bedpost to still her nervousness. “I need you tonight.” Defeat sounded in her voice. The words hung in the air between them.
Hesitating, he turned back, moving closer. Anticipation heightened the tension filled room while lightning from the dark sky briefly illuminated the man moving toward her. Fate buried her face in her hands, leaning h
er body into the post, barely able to stand upright. Fear filled her thoughts of the night ahead.
“Take off your gown.”
Fate remained still, unable to move.
“Now.”
She stood upright, her hands moving to slide the straps of her gown down her arms. Once released, the gown fell to her feet in a puddle of silk.
He was before her in the blink of an eye. Bending over, his shoulder was placed against her stomach, lifting her until she lay across his shoulder. If his intention had been to make her feel like a conquest, then he had succeeded.
Dropping her within the soft depths of her bed, he loomed over her prone body. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Hesitantly, Fate did as he requested, getting on her hands and knees, though her stiff posture showed her displeasure of the position.
Mocking laughter filled the dark room as large hands on her hips held her in place.
Fate felt his cock brush her wetness, gasping as he found her entrance and without hesitation, thrust forward. The broad head of his cock barely gained entrance. She was stretched too tight, allowing only small movements of the thick length in her clenching sheath. If she had not been so wet, it would have been painful. As it was, miniscule twinges of pain had her jerking forward to escape the encroaching cock filling her beyond capacity. Feelings of pain and lust mingled as the hands on her hips firmly pulled her back onto him.
Her mind shied away from the differences she found in Valentine this stormy night. He was never a dominating partner and the size of the cock that was having difficulty was quite a bit larger than she remembered, but it had been years since they were last together. Fate did not allow her mind to dwell on the changes, pushing them away. Her body’s demands were controlling her actions, and tonight, the ache was going to be satisfied.
As he leaned over her smooth back, surrounding her with his body, one hand slid from her hip to her quivering belly before gliding downward to the overfull cunt. Finding her clit, he massaged it until her response finally allowed him to push further inside her.
Fate’s hands clenched in the silken sheets. “Wait. This is not working.” She felt like a young girl attempting this for the first time. It was not at all what she’d expected; the pain was beginning to affect the pleasure she felt.
“It is not your body resisting me.” He began stroking her pussy with a series of firm thrusts, taking all the control she had imposed on herself and demanding she accept his will.
Fate’s restraint broke. She desperately wanted the pleasure of the hard length inside of her. Starved for the need that was pushing for relief, she began thrusting backwards, his cock sliding in to the hilt. Once embedded deep within, he began thrusting harder, and Fate arched her back, wanting more. He gave it to her over and over with his cock and fingers torturing her. It took little time for her climax to build.
Biting the arm braced next to her, she managed to stifle the screams at the pleasure she felt.
He did not slow or give her a chance to recover but flipped her on her back and slid her toward him, placing her legs on his shoulders. The position drove his cock deeper, and after her orgasm, she was able to take him without pain.
His hard strokes pushed her down into the soft mattress as they grew faster and Fate felt his climax deep within her.
She closed her eyes as she tried to regain her equilibrium. As she came down from the high, drowsiness overcame her, and she struggled to stay awake, wanting to enjoy their last night together.
Strong arms lifted her, placing her in the center of the bed.
“Go to sleep.” His gentle whisper belied the order in his voice.
Fate felt his weight next to her and a soft kiss was placed on her lips before he pulled her close. She lay across his chest, her legs between his while his hand played with the dark curls of her hair as she slipped into a deep slumber with his heart beating in her ear.
Fate woke sometime later in that endless night to her arms clasped above her head, his mouth at her breast and his cock thrusting deep within her sore cunt. Her thighs gripped him closer and her hips greedily matched his thrusts. The orgasm took longer this time, her body already sated, yet the wildness in him brought out her response, and her climax lasted until he took her in his arms, rubbing her belly to soothe her.
The dawn brought a gentle glow that filtered into the bedroom, waking Fate from her exhausted slumber. She was lying on her side with a muscular arm draped across her stomach, his hand buried in her cunt, playing with her. A blush burned her face at the loss of control she had experienced during the night.
She stayed still, wanting to enjoy what he was doing just a few moments more…
“I know you are awake.” Fate tensed. That rough voice was not Valentine’s.
She tore herself free, jumping from the bed, afraid to turn back and look at who it held.
Harsh laughter stopped her flight, making her turn back to face her worst nightmare. Odin was sprawled across her bed naked with his cock raised and ready.
“Cover yourself!”
Odin leaned back on her bed, not attempting to cover himself. Even in her anger, however, Fate could not deny to herself how glorious he looked.
“How did I know you were going to play it this way?” He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Bastard, you knew I thought Valentine had come to me,” Fate denied his accusation.
Odin shook his head negatively. “You knew I wasn’t Valentine in your dream and you knew for damn sure I wasn’t him when I entered this room. You called my name.”
“How did you know I dreamt of you?” Fate questioned suspiciously. Her eyes fell on to the golden chalice by her bedside. A servant had given it to her at the party and she had unwittingly carried it home in her hurry to leave. It was Odin’s own Chalice. He had used it to gain entrance to her bedroom.
“You tricked me into calling for you! Since when did you have to use magic to get a woman?” Fate’s scornful voice had Odin sitting up in the bed.
“I did not trick you,” he denied angrily.
Fate bit her lip. Aggravated with herself, she took it out on him. “You know I loathe you—that I would never willingly give myself to you—so you cheated your way into my bedroom.”
“I did not cheat or trick you. I merely took advantage of a fortuitous occurrence. The chalice was in your hand when you left.” He sneered at her. “You’ve wanted me for centuries, yet you have lacked the courage to take what you wanted. As always, you deny yourself and run from me.”
“I do not run. I will never be one of your women.” Fate stood proudly before him.
Odin laughed. “You stand before me naked—your body bearing my marks, my seed still in your womb—and still you deny you knew it was me. Valentine, in all the centuries you were together, never made you feel as you did last night.”
Fate jerked as if he had struck her. She had been one of a very small group of Goddesses that could lay claim to Odin never having her. The fact that she could no longer boast of that accomplishment along with his frank honesty were almost too much to bear.
As Odin gracefully rose from the bed, Fate took a step back. He paused, and with a scathing smile, he unashamedly dressed himself in the black leather pants he had worn in her dream. He stuffed his still hard cock into the tight confines and laced them before giving Fate his attention.
“Get out!” Fate yelled.
He nodded his head, but before Fate could react, he swiftly grabbed her and pulled her close to his hard body. Fate tried to struggle free, which was a useless effort.
Odin’s hand buried itself in the tangled mess of her hair, forcing her to meet his cold, silver eyes. “You will come begging to me.” His voice was filled with dark promise.
“Never.” Fate’s frightened eyes shied away from his.
“I have an eternity to wait, and patience as a warrior is my greatest strength.”
Fate turned her face back to him. “You are no warrior. You used trick
ery to gain what you wanted. You are no better than Zeus.”
Odin’s lips tightened, but he ignored her insult. “The next time you scream my name, you will not be able to deny whose cock is fucking you.” Fate struggled harder, though she still could not gain her freedom until he was certain she had heard his final threat. “My bed will be your prison and I will never let you go.”
Fate looked at him defiantly until she saw he spoke the truth. As flash of premonition struck and fear clenched her stomach, he was satisfied that she finally understood and released her.
Fate immediately spun away and grabbed the chalice, throwing it at him, but he was already gone. The chalice hit the wall, breaking into pieces.
Chapter 2
Nine Months Later
Fate found the woman she was seeking in Odin’s garden. She was sitting quietly; the sadness in her eyes had not ebbed. She had lost weight and her gown hung from her shoulders. The stone bench she sat on was near the pond, the enclosed area surrounded by flowers and calming. Fate could understand why she spent time here.
Fate approached Joro where she sat on a stone bench staring into the sky. The crying child alerting her to their presence.
Fate was still weak, having just given birth, but she was determined that her task be carried out as soon as possible. She was not about to let another do it for her.
Joro looked up as she saw Fate’s approach with the squalling infant in her arms. Joro barely managed to catch the bundle that Fate thrust into her arms.
“He’s now yours.” Joro looked down at the squirming baby then back at Fate’s flushed, stoic face.
“But he is your child, Fate!”
“He is no child of mine; he is now your son.” Fate saw the two ravens flying overhead, landing nearby on the balustrade, well within hearing range. Odin would know every word spoken.