Barrow Fields The interesting thing

Why was he so fucking heavy?!
Stjor must have been eating every piece of fatty beast he could find. Sol had probably gotten just as massive while they were gallivanting in this strange, southern place. Fat pieces of shit, the both of them.
Valmúa groaned and moaned underneath of his thick, lazy body. Worth it, she thought, enjoying his male pain like a fine beverage even as she struggled to breathe under him. She wiggled her head from the massive blob of his overfluffed neck, cursing in the common tongue, Eat a dick. Finally she was able to mostly roll herself from under him as she kicked at him; her back legs and waist were still trapped.
Hélt að þú myndir fara frá mér? she hissed in a strained voice, still trying to pull herself out.