Barrow Fields Lord, show [m]e how to say no to this

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Time wound on and Kjalarr kept to his silence, waiting until the knot that bound their bodies together would loosen. The viking was not sure how much time had elapsed but he felt it loosen and carefully he detached himself from his unknown lover, his salmon pink tongue drawing across his jowls in satisfaction. The Jarl circled her once, his body would brush against hers if she allowed it. He did not want to part so coldly as leaving simply because they were done. He could have. It would have been easy and though they had both used one another for sex he had a blooming reputation he would like to keep. “vertu sæll” He offered her in the guttural language of his father, seeking to offer her a simple parting kiss upon her muzzle if she allowed it before he slipped away and headed back towards the Sound, finding that he was suddenly rather hungry and desiring to now sate the rumble in his stomach.