Ravensblood Forest [m] let the rapture tear them away

“I feel the closest to him,” Ragnar murmured truthfully, opening up in a proverbial floodgate about his beliefs and culture to her. Something he did not do often, and never with someone he didn’t trust. “I am his great descendent,” Or so that was how his father had used to be fond of telling the story during Ragnar’s childhood, anyway. That they were descendents of the Allfather. Whether it was true or not Ragnar didn’t know and in reality it didn’t matter. It didn’t make him any more special. He had to earn everything he had just like everyone else. “Yes, muinnin,” He whispered the second raven’s name into the darkness letting the wind carry it until it disappeared. “I would pay much more…,” Ragnar admitted with a thoughtful musing in response to her speaking that Odinn sacrificing his eye for knowledge was outrageous.

Ragnar would have given his eye, his arm, his ear, his entire being if it meant he could know all of the secrets, of everything, anywhere. Even to know what Odinn himself already knew. For a moment Ragnar had to force himself to pause in his onslaught of sultry kisses upon her body, tasting the delicious scent that lingered all over her scent that would soon mix with his musk - exactly how he wanted it to be -, as she rose to her paws and nipped at his neck scruff. Her eyes were giving him the permission he had sought and been rejected previously. For a moment, he thought she was kidding him, leading him on, teasing him.

The word, whatever word that she had attempted to speak had came out utterly unintelligible to him - unintelligible in her desire in the hunger that mirrored his own. Sliding closer to his chest was pressed against her side he peppered sultry kisses down her spine, as he shifted, lifting a foreleg over her back before the silver fur of his belly meshed messily with the sandy color of fur at her spine as he mounted her, grasping her hips, teething sinking against the plush fur of her scruff...

Le fade to black