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@Kjalarr :) Ondine will be in heat from 25-10-2016 until 1-11-2016

When Ondine woke up that morning, things felt strange downstairs. It only took a few sniffs before she knew what had happened overnight, and she sighed. Why now? This was like the worst time to even have kids- with winter on their doorstep and them being a rather small group. Why could her body not realize that; no, this year she still didn't want to be a mother and be tied down by those squirming little devils. Hell, she hated the only sort of pup they had in the pack! She would be a terrible mother, she believed, and finding a father was tough work too. She sighed again and rose up from her resting place, swaying her hips as she made her way out of their den.

She breathed in the early morning scent of the sea, though it was intoxicated by her disgusting smell that seemed to make males go all pant-pant-drool-drool. Useless beings, especially if one wanted to be a girl. Like, dude, you could never. A man couldn't be as sophisticated as a female. Which was another reason Ondine truly missed Caiaphas. 

There was a part of Kjalarr that prayed he was imagining the scent. Prayed to whatever Gods were listening that it was just ...stuck in his nose from his tango with the stranger. He would never know if his seed took hold and that didn't particularly bother the Jarl. Saltwinter's numbers were small and they could not support any offspring his ...adventures produced. In fact, he kind of really enjoyed it. For him it was the best of both worlds. He got great sex, and with any luck got to spread the Loðbrók genes without the commitment. It was like a 'Get Out Jail Free' card. It was no wonder why his father had done the same thing. Saltwinter was Kjalarr's baby and he gave ruling the pack his (mostly) undivided attention.

Kjalarr knew that it was not a lingering scent in his nostrils. Not even the burn of sea salt could eradicate the intoxicating scent that teased and tempted him. Out of morbid curiosity he followed it, finding it's source, Ondine near the thundering of the waves. Part of him wanted to order her to hide herself in the deepest, most secluded cavern of The Grotto, away from the noses of the other males but the part of him that wanted to cash in his breeding rights as Alpha were stronger. He wondered for a moment if Odinn was testing him and how he was going to fail. Yet, their Fates were already written and he could scent that her heat had not yet been tainted by any other male's claim. He would be her first in her receptive stage and if he had any say (and Kjalarr liked to think he had a lot of say) the only.

The Viking offered her no words as he approached, only a heavy stare and a building spark of desire in his eyes, watching how she would take his brazen advance.

The absence yet not disappearance of Bain was fresh in her mind. He was the only male that had ever gotten her full attention, and she wished that he was the one who would protect her in these dangerous times. But alas, he was no where to be seen. Mentally, she took charming-points off for this missed chance, but she knew very well that he was far too cute to let go of for real. She pressed her tail against her untouched flower to perhaps mask the scent, but the footfalls of another made her realize she was too late to do anything about this utter disaster. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then turned to face him.

Only the sight of her alpha made her uncomfortable in her lower zone, and she pressed her tail even harder against herself. There was a look in his eyes she had not seen before, though she knew it to be not love nor appreciation. Full-on madness was her first guess, but it soon became apparent that he just wanted to bang her. She took a step back, hind legs almost reaching the water. She knew as an alpha he had every right to claim her, but she was not as submissive about these intimate things. Then again, he had the Gamma cornered, and there was little for Ondine to do without being kicked out of Saltwinter.

Kjalarr watched as she tucked her tail in close and took a step back, the water lapping up around her ankles. The moment he noted her retreat, that her body language did not speak of her want his steps ceased. She did not want him. Despite that he understood, some small reasonable part of his brain reminding him that she had asked if she and Bain could become mates, it did not mean that her initial rejection was not a low blow. He had not been rejected before. Not by the nameless forest woman and not by his most recent conquest. No, out of the two she'd been the most receptive without much work from him. As easily as he was drunk on the scent that emitted from her, Kjalarr would not force himself upon her. He drew in a deep breath, trying to focus on the tangy sting of the salt in his nostrils and not the intoxicating perfume that overpowered it. “You should hide yourself in the deepest part of The Grotto. The ceremonial chambers are large and unused, maybe mask your scent with mud or something to keep unwanted suitors away.” He could not spend the duration of her heat fighting off the other males of the pack, after all, and it went without saying that if he couldn't have her then no one else had his permission to.

With her body tense she stood there cornered, not refusing and yet not willing to do anything either. At her own forest she had never had this problem, for their retreat was mostly made up out of women. And she really wasn't a lesbian- not that there was anything wrong with that. It was just not her cup of tea. She wanted to give her first time to someone special anyway, though the one male that she dearly wanted to be with was awfully absent, and her hormones were playing a big part now too. She felt something more though; a strong jealousy of their Beta. It was obvious that Maude wanted Kjalarr- if not that, she was just extremely defensive about him. With her heat she had the chance to claim him for at least a day or so... was it worth it?

Anything was worth pissing off Maude, so when Kjalarr spoke her eyelids lowered in a seductive way. She took two steps forward, slowly letting her tail leave her body to sway behind her. You know who I don't want to keep away? She purred, her voice a tone she had never used before and wished she would never have to use again after this. This all felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time. She bit her damaged lip, awaiting his response with another step in his direction. 

The Jarl had spoken, less of a suggestion and more of a demand in the guise of a suggestion. As no one would be getting his permission to breed with her he did not want them anywhere near her while she was receptive. Part of the desire was extremely selfish and part of him lashed out at her clear rejection. He was unable to understand why she would not want him. He was healthy. He was strong. He was the Jarl. It did not occur to him that Saltwinter, small as they were, was not in a real fit state for rearing pups but that would come much later. For now, there was little else but the Gamma and him. Ondine's mood changed quickly, quick enough that it gave Kjalarr some clarity moments before she began her approach, her tail fanning her scent that moments ago she had tried to conceal from him. “Do not tease me, woman,” The Viking warned her as she neared another step. “If you do not want me, if you do not want this, you go to the deepest part of The Grotto.” It was her last chance to change her mind. If Ondine did not leave then he would not hold back from accepting her invitation and answering the call of her body.

Indeed the male was in good shape- big and strong with good genes, Ondine hoped, but she was a woman that did things because they felt right. He was their alpha, and on paper he had every right to breed with whoever he liked inside his pack. He took another deep breath before carrying on. She did not care for his words- this dance was only danced because Maude would be fucking pissed. Perhaps she wouldn't even get pregnant from this one time... Then again, would she stop at one time? She chuckled, very feminine and even sexy in a way. She swayed her tail in the air and walked up to his side, but not touching or even brushing her fur with his. 

So sad you won't play my guessing game- it was you. She said seductively. She let out another chuckle. Who says I'm teasing anyway? She purred as she turned her rear towards him.

Her chuckle was a low, throaty sound and he clenched his jaw together, lurching slightly as he fought the urge to assist her in closing the distance between them. He kept himself still, however, toes digging into the sand beneath. His eyes followed the sway of her tail, easily picked out from the monochrome backdrop of the sea near them. Kjalarr wondered if his libertine ways would have made Ragnar proud seconds before he was sucked back into Ondine and the scent she fanned around him, moving to his side. Close enough that he felt her heat, but not close enough to touch. Her words were a seductive purr in his ear and Kjalarr knew that there was no letting her slip away. She had crossed the invisible line that had been her last chance to hide herself away. For hours, for days — whatever — she would be his. He wasn't sure if they could ever truly go back to alpha and subordinate after this and didn't care. He didn't care about consequences, or that he knew very well the chances that his seed would take hold. Perhaps it wouldn't but he was his father's son, for all it was worth.

Her words were a purr and she turned her rear to him. With a low rumble of want the Jarl stepped towards her, reaching to nip at her thigh to test her reaction.

Swaying her hips slowly, almost in an entrancing way, she awaited either his third command for her to go back to the Grotto or his own, broad frame behind her. She was not enjoying this, only the thought of Maude's face if she were to see them like this was keeping her this way - and the hormones playing with her feelings. She knew she'd be Kjalarr's for now, maybe forever, and something about seducing her own leader felt so damned wrong that it felt right. She hummed a soft tune when his wanting call reached her ears, and she slowly moved only her head over her back to look. So this is what it felt like to be sexually active - to be the slut Maude took her for.

When his nip was felt, Ondine let out a small moan of pleasure as her eyes closed. At least she could enjoy it the while it lasted - the complete attention of the Jarl, and make him feel good return. She moved her tail slightly to the side, curious to see and feel what he'd do next.

The slight sway of her hips tempted him, but there was nothing but burning temptation. The fire in his belly and loins demanded that he either quench his desire or he would burn from the inside out. This was not a new burn and to experience it so soon after the white stranger ...Kjalarr still remained unsure if he should find it a blessing or a curse. But: he was the Alpha. He was not mated, not sworn to another, and though he recalled, again, with a rush of possessiveness no doubt inspired by her hormonal perfume clouding his head and intoxicating him to the point of seeking the very thing they were made for that she favored Bain the Jarl couldn't find it within himself to care. Bain had been around, if a bit absently and as far as Kjalarr knew Ondine and him were not official. They were both adults and though her choices were him or no one at all she could make her choice. She could turn him away.

It did not occur to him that she had ulterior motives. It wouldn't have stopped him anyway even if he would have been privy to it. He smirked at the sound of her moan. God, he loved those sounds. He loved them when the stranger had made them and he loved them when Ondine made them. As he did with the stranger before Ondine, he sniffed at her, though she did not need the nudge of his nose. She moved her tail slightly to the side. It was not enough of an invitation to mount. Already becoming something of an expert on how it all worked he drew his tongue against her, tasting her, gleaming what he could that her scent alone could not tell him.

Her lungs filled and emptied at a quicker pace than normal, and she had to stop herself as to not get dizzy. This whole plot was turning her on, and it showed too. Bain was forgotten, stored somewhere in the back of her mind so she could fully enjoy the presence of the Jarl. She did not feel bad, she felt no shame and no guilt. All she could feel was the tingling sensation that surrounded her most precious parts, the butterflies in her belly and her mind that was slowly going blank. Even if the male doing this to her was a bit younger than, she did not give two shits and half a rabbit. As long as they were both happy, what harm could it do? Oh boy, would she see how much harm it would do whenever she felt the pain of giving birth.

When his touch disappeared, she opened her eyes slightly, not knowing what he was doing or why. His warm breath was not enough to satisfy her needs anymore, and she let out a soft, wanting whimper before he finally touched her truly. It was warm and cold, amazing and yet so strange. Still, she could not contain herself nor her voice, and another moan left her mouth before she could stop herself. She did not know how this ritual worked, only that his member had to enter her for it to be called love-making. Love-making... Did she love him?

Kjalarr had spent no time analyzing if her first moan was orchestrated to entice him or not but her whimper, there was no doubting the authenticity of that. There was a deep rooted pleasure in knowing that he was turning her on, even if she had been intent on rejecting him at first. Her moan was a delicious sound and he let it linger in the air between them, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. Yes, he definitely understood the appeal that had snared his father. Kjalarr certainly had no complaints. He let out a rumbling growl of desire and brazenly pushed his chest against her rump. Her tail had not moved far enough to the side to allow him success at hitting his desired target and as the fire burned hotter in his loins he grew impatient.

It was no secret anymore that she certainly was enjoying this. Oh what a scandalous move it would be to just turn around now and walk away. But that was not what she was planning. She could hardly think anymore, let alone come up with something as devious as that. All she could do was wait for satisfaction, coming from none other than her own leader, the man her biggest rival definitely liked in some way or form. God, it felt good. His growl did not scare her - it only turned her on more, and when he pushed himself against her she got the hint. She waved her tail further to the side, letting it almost curl around her flank to give him full acces to do whatever he so pleased. Something told her these few days would become the greatest of her life, if Kjalarr decided to keep her around. 

Though this was his third time experiencing the act of intimacy, Kjalarr knew he did not have the patience nor stamina of a man seasoned by years of indulging in the pleasantries of it. That would rectify with time and practice but for now he was too easily governed by his desire and impatience. He felt her tail move to the side and he lifted a foreleg over her hip, testing her for a moment, assimilating himself to her size and how different her body would feel against his than his previous lovers. She was tall and muscled and he knew she could take what little weight of his she would bear. He would keep most of it on his hind paws, but it was courteous to ensure that she would not collapse under him. He grasped her scruff betwixt his teeth and drew up, rolling the bulk of his weight to his back paws as his front paws snared around her hips. The thrill of the carnal act they were about to divulge into caused the viking to give an empty thrust, a test thrust. It brought with it no satisfaction and he aligned himself, pulling her hips back to meet his as he gave another roll of his hips and found his mark within her.

Never before had she been touched- even looked at the way Kjalarr was doing now. With him, she felt as if the first time really would be special- for he was really doing a good job at whatever this dance was formally called. But formality was not something that could be linked to this at all. This was straight up lust, and perhaps even more in her head. When he tested her out, she knew their time of teasing around had ended, and she straightened her neck to brace herself for what was to come. With her muzzle pointed to the sea, she felt the Jarl climb her victoriously, his maw wrapping around the somewhat senseless skin of her scruff, and fortunately she was strong and big enough to carry whatever weight he put on her. Now that she felt their bodies, it was almost as if they were made for one another, but that might as well have been in her head. 

His first, impatient thrust missed, but she was not one to complain in the heat of battle. There was a time and a place for messing around, and that was not now. This was serious, adult business. Her body shifted as she was pulled even closer to him, and finally felt what had been missing from her life these four years.

Her moan was smothered by her own lips as silent tears pricked in her eyes - it hurt, but not for as long as she had expected. Before she knew it, she was used to his size. With another moan she signed she was ready for all she had missed.

Nature told his body what to do, but his hips knew the motion well. He rolled them against her, drawing her back and up against him with his paws. A low rumbling growl of pleasure vibrated up the strong column of his throat, muffled as it left his mouth, his jaw still grasping her scruff. He kept his pace even, considering, better at not wasting his stamina early in the game. He'd learned from his first time, awkward, quick and probably un-enjoyable as it'd been for that woman and he'd gleamed a few things from the stranger recently. This was one field in life Kjalarr was willing to take the time and practice to learn and explore. He tightened his grip upon her hips, drawing her back as he continued on with the rhythm of his hips against her's. The world around him had melted away. There was nothing but her beneath him, the feel of her body curved against him as their hips met in tandem with one another.

As he started thrusting, Ondine had to work hard not to moan obnoxiously. This pleasure - this motion, it was as old as time itself, and yet she had waited four years to feel it. So this was it then. She was no longer a virgin; a good girl as many in her old pack had called her. Her own alpha had been the one to do it, making her feel like a follower rather than just a lone soul under the protection of a pack. It was not a position she took with much comfort, but as long one could see them - hear them, all was well. She'd allow the Jarl the pleasure of seeing her like this, moving in rhythm with his body, catching every thrust and hopefully increasing the pleasure of both.   

Her strong limb were shaking, yet she was unsure if the cause was Kjalarr's weight or what they were doing. After some consideration, she decided she didn't care, instead enjoying this moment (probably more so than she should have given her reasoning for doing this). Honestly, she did not care about a single thing anymore as her climax was getting nearer and nearer, her walls tightening and loosening to indicate this.

Ondine was getting close — he felt it in the new way her body reacted to his, felt it as she tightened around him. She moved against him, with him, and as his own release neared his pace quickened, the roll of his hips short and quick. It built and rose within him like a tsunami wave collecting before it crashed upon the earth leaving destruction in it's wake. The metaphorical wave crashed with a low groan into the fur of her scruff from Kjalarr as his hips stilled against her's, the swell keeping him immobile. He desired to crash upon her but knowing that his weight upon her would be an unwelcome burden, especially since he had felt the tremble of her legs moments before his zenith was reached he released the fur of her scruff and carefully, slowly slid off of her, careful not to pull at the knot that tied them together moved so that they were standing back to back. His breathing had not yet calmed from the heavy pants but there was a dumb smirk on his face, satisfied as mother nature continued the next act of their union. He glimpsed over his shoulder at her licking his jowls as his head swung back, arrogant enough to wonder what she thought.

Their dance got more intense, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Kjalarr was young, but he obviously knew what he was doing. The place they connected felt hot - hotter as they both neared their limit. She felt him swell, and he shot his seed inside her without a pardon she also reached her limit with a smothered moan. For a moment all she could do was breath, shaking softly on all four limbs. She then felt that the knot was not shrinking, yet didn't panic. As Kja got off, she didn't even pull away. This probably was supposed to be this way. Her bi-colored eyes slid to the side with her head turning over her shoulder, excited to see if Kjalarr had enjoyed himself. From the look on his face, she assumed he had and that made her proud somehow. 

ppffttt... She let out with a soft chuckle. That certainly felt better than just waiting until my heat is over.

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.

Slowly thoughts were coming back to her, the world and sense still present. Unfortunate, really, she had liked it in their world better. The one thing she was glad about was that her first time had been near the sea, on the beach she loved so dearly. Her ears flicked toward the voice of Kjalarr, who also seemed pretty pleased with what had happened despite the chance of her being pregnant were certainly there. Perhaps he had only taken her so she could provide offspring for him, and that thought made her sad. She didn't want to be just his personal child-bearer. You were. She answered softly, a blush making her cheeks feel hot under her stark white fur. She was sort of embarrassed to say it. She assumed she had not been Kjalarr's first, and felt it unnecessary to ask stupid questions. Still, they had to talk about something while they were so awkwardly tied together, right?

Do you even want children? She asked in a hushed voice. Smooth going, Ondine...

Her answer did not surprise him. He had assumed as much. There were ways to tell in which one had never been intimate with another before just as there were ways to tell in which one was experienced. He didn't comment upon her admittance. It didn't matter if he was her first or her sixth. It wasn't really any of his business. He had made the assumption because her words had implied that it had been so. Her question caused him to look away for a few moments, towards the calm sea, contemplating. What a weighty question. It wasn't like he had ever really thought about it before. It was a bit late to ask that question now, wasn't it? Regardless, he knew he would couple with her again during her estrus cycle if she let him. So whether he wanted children or not ceased to matter. Unless one of them was infertile which he seriously doubted they would end up with children. Thinking of himself as a father was a strange thought. He might have a bastard kid running around when Potema (though he did not know her name) gave birth — he might not. She had smelled of others before he had taken her. “I never really thought about it.” Kjalarr admitted to her. “but I can promise you that I'm not going to abandon you or the children that may come of this.” There wasn't much of Kjalarr that was good — his family hated him, except for Floki. He had done things that men with morals would have died before doing. Kjalarr did not abandon responsibilities and Ondine and their possible children were his responsibility. This had not been planned, Ondine was not his mate but that did not make him any less responsible for them and the viking fully intended to own up to it. If he had a bastard child out there ...it could not be helped but he could try to do right by Ondine and his children that she might carry.

Anxiously she awaited an answer, not sure what to suspect from a man like Kjalarr. He was young - probably had plans for a greater future, even if he would never find one as great as her. Then again, could she trust him with both her life and that of their possible children? He had not particularly been helpful when Maude had mercilessly attacked her, even though Maude got punished in some way or form. If that had actually happened she had yet to hear, and until she heard anything about it she would assume Kjalarr had only said it to comfort her. A lie for a greater good, Ondine thought, but it was a lie nonetheless. She took a deep breath as he started speaking, his words comforting her just slightly. Even if Kjalarr would leave her, she always knew a way out. Kill the children, it was as simple as that. A single mother couldn't care for a litter - hell, she was surprised how even both the parents could care for four squirming little furballs. 

Can I trust you with my presence for the coming days? If children will come of this, I want to make sure that they're just yours and mine... She spoke, avoiding the words "ours". They were not in a relationship - even though it was strange to think of them as mere Alpha and Gamma. Perhaps when and if the children would be born, she'd consider asking for a mateship between them - to make it clear for others. She did not wish to become his alpha female, for that place was still Caiaphas', but mates sounded good.

Her question was odd to Kjalarr for a moment and it took him a slow second to come to an understanding of what she meant. Kjalarr might have laughed if Ondine had not seemed so genuinely worried that he would actually allow any other male near her. Clearly, she didn't know him all that well. As he seemed to lack self control he knew that, providing she let him, this would not be the last time they were joined during her estrus. Would Kjalarr have been able to he would have brushed his side against hers in an effort to comfort but as mother nature kept them knotted still that was quite impossible. “They have no permission to breed,” He told her sternly. “but as I do not trust them to be able to resist, you will remain by my side until your cycle wanes.” The Northman promised her.

The knot that allowed both parties not to interact very naturally, didn't seem like it was thinking of going yet, and it made her feel uncomfortable. For how long were they tied together like this? She supposed she'd have to get used to it if she wanted to do this with Kjalarr for the entirety of her estrus cycle. And she sure as hell did - even if Maude found out. Kjalarr was hers now, in her mind she had claimed him as his own for at least this week. Even at night? She asked softly. She had spent all the nights here rather lonely, even if they all slept in the same place. Never had she been given, not even on her travels, the right to cuddle up against someone. Will you do, well, this again?