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Eventually, Kjalarr's heavy pants slowed and his breathing went to normal. Ondine's soft chuckle filled the air around them as the sounds of the sea came back to him as he came down off of the Beserker high. Nah, that was definitely better than the Beserker high. Every single time. “It's supposed to be,” Kjalarr chuckled. He didn't know about anyone else but he didn't get the desire to be intimate when he wasn't around women in heat. In truth, he hadn't really ever noticed women before the first women in heat he'd came across. There had been a brief stint of a crush on Wildfire, he remembered, but in all reality it had probably been because she'd been Floki's girl and there was something so tempting to Kjalarr about what was forbidden to him. At least, when he'd been younger. Now, nothing was truly forbidden to him. The power was a high. Power was dangerous. But the danger and the power was everything to him. It occurred to him then what her words implied and he studied her again, against the back drop of the monochrome world behind her. “I was your first?” He inquired softly.