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im probably on thin fucking ice on this app but I made a body hc sheet with my fave ladies <33

I have the uncensored full sheet on twitter

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faithful traitor

Randvi x f!reader 🌿

[ unedited & not proof read. Very self indulgent so I had little care on if it even reads well tbh. but if someones enjoys it then Id be happy to know that ]

explicit || themes of toxic possessiveness and perhaps slight voyeurism I think?

around 4.5 k words. idk what happened. I had a lot to say I guess

-MDI-

to lust after the jarls wife is something rightfully frowned upon but a heart is not a thing you can control.

oh especially you…

you certainly couldn’t…

You once ran into her enjoying the chil morning air in the cold lake waters by a waterfall. It seemed that things deemed dangerous came like second nature to her. She wasn't afraid of catching a cold and she understood the elements of nature well enough to bathe without a care in the world

her red hair stood out like fire in the midst of blues and you stared minutes longer than intended.

she turned and smiled at you

“You are one of Eivors drengr. Come. keep me some company”

Hesitant you took off your furs and armor staying in your undergarments and joined her in the lake telling her tales of your raids, praising Eivor and SIgurd and trying to figure out if she was trying to find out your faithfulness to the clan

She seemed amused by your demeanor but didn’t try to lead the conversation anywhere. Left you wondering and speaking of anything and everything until it was finally time for you two to part ways.

The second time it was her catching you resting in the lake and while at first you got up to leave her you settled for offering her to join you which she gladly did.

It was the first time you saw her hair unbraided and her eyes dimmer. The days locked up in the map room seemed to be eating away at her.

“Tell me, what is it like out there? Beyond these fields and mountains?”

“It's a beautiful place, wild and full of nature…” You trailed on and she sat on a rock close to you braiding her hair which led you to see how calloused her hands were. Small scratches coated them and as your eyes trailed further up her arms you questioned her muscles and dips.

“You fell quiet so suddenly. Something’s troubling you?” She asked and you reached out and held her hand “I’m curious how someone who claims to have never left these fields could have hands that were crafted from adventures and training. If anything I’d be interested to know about your story”

And now it was her turn to fall silent only her eyes seemed to have regained a spark, a light you were certain you have never seen in her.

Ever since then Randvi always kept you close, lucky encounters turned to scheduled ones and you were often courting her to meetings and daily tasks. Everyone seemed oblivious to your closeness, No one questioned how she eagerly waited for your arrival after every raid or how every time you had a gift for her. No…everyone just brushed it off as you being “Randvis Drengr”

——- 1 ———

“Let's go back to the longship!” you heard Eivor call and you grabbed the last of what you could before grabbing your axe and heading back to the ship. She was ready to take command when you and few other soldiers jumped and took off

Oh, you came with good news today. You were excited to tell Randvi. With today's gains you could perhaps build Valkas hut and maybe a fishing line

“Many thoughts running through your mind. You thinking of how to impress the Jarlskona ?”

thrown off guard by eivors raspy voice you turned to look at her

“aren't we all?” you tried joking but she gave you a knowing look being well aware of your feelings for the woman.

one night when you both were drunk on ale and wouldn't stop yawping she shared her pain with you.

“I hoped she would take my offer and come back to raventhorpe with me but she seemed to be eaten alive by her guilt…”

her frown deepened and her smile sank. After her trip from Ireland Eivor fell quiet for weeks and went on with her duties without sparing time for anyone. You felt warm knowing you were probably one of the few people to now know why

“All I have now is a letter…she finished her song for me. Not that I will ever get to hear it”

you hoped to comfort her and told her of your unrequited love with a woman who is spoken for and Eivor caught on quicker than you hoped she would

“although my brother is dear to me I also care for Randvi as a friend and…I can see her wither in that map room” she confessed, which caught you off guard

“I just want what's best for the people I have close to me. You being one of them”

and that was encouragement enough. So after that night you felt more at ease consulting with Eivor like a friend rather than a distant leader. She wasn't the brightest in matters like these and many innuendos seemed to fly right above her but she was honest and her clarity was helpful enough

“This Jarlskona of yours…” Tried one of the new recruits that were freshly picked up after the raid “She sounds…scary”

Eivor looked at you and you both broke into laughter. Sure she seemed stern but Randvi was truly, a sweetheart

“Nothing to worry about. She does what's necessary to hold our settlement together but beyond that she is a very gentle woman” You offered but the girl didn't seem convinced as she kept tightening her grip on her sword and her lips thinned.

“Or you can just stand behind me and I'll protect you, my little fragile princess” You said with sarcasm but the girl seemed to find very different meaning behind your words and blushed. Was heartwarming to see a soldier have softness within her

you docked the ship and started gathering your things.

You grabbed a box and hopped off the boat seeing a familiar ginger make her way to you “Gods this raid was a long one. We began to worry”

you carelessly tossed the wooden box somewhere near you and readied yourself for Randvi as she fell in your arms for an embrace

“a warm welcome as always Randvi” and she chuckled in return

you dared to tighten your grip on her for a moment as you felt her hands around your shoulders and neck

her warmth and smell engulfing you and all too soon being pulled away as she went to greet Eivor with a handshake “meet me in the map room. I'm sure you have a lot of updates for me” she said now seriously and Eivor followed her to the longhouse.

“Lusting after our Jarls wife ? No wonder you and eivor get along so well”

you turned to Dag your mood immediately sour

“I'm sorry?”

“One aiming for his throne, the other for the wife while poor sigurd is out there fighting for us”

you grabbed your things with a grunt “Dag if you want to suck the Jarls dick so bad just do it and let us rest in peace” you barked successfully making him boil with anger

You heard a soft chuckle behind you and saw the Same girl from before. Your eyes met and she timidly stopped and looked at her companions “On another note, you” and you looked at the recruits

“Guess we will have to share our huts till we make space for them” You heard Dag say with a groan and you nod “Wanna come with me?” You asked the girl feeling a little more comfortable with her since well, you did share a couple words before and that was better than nothing. SHe eagerly nod and grabbed her sword and stuff

The walk to your hut was a quiet one. You had arrived earlier than people usually woke up, giving you the chance to watch the sunrise.

“How long have you been here?” The girl asked “couple of months. We have made quite the progress, wouldn't you say so-oh!” You looked up and she looked at you surprised “Your name…I never asked” You chuckled awkwardly never being good with meetings or small talk and she returned the gesture with a soft chuckle herself

“Oh, It's Vika..”

“Nice to meet you Vika” Your eyes caught the first rays of sunlight coming through your window. You stood up “You know, make yourself comfortable here. I'll be back soon. Need to rest a bit” Not leaving much room for questioning you left your hut and climbed up the stone path above the waterfall seating yourself there and letting the breeze hit your face as you enjoyed the sunrise

“Am I interrupting?” you smiled.

“never” Randvi walked over and seated herself next to you on the rocks.

“the new recruits seemed awfully fond of you”

“Hardly. They are still scared. Apparently me and Eivor talking about you made them scared of our almighty Jarlskona that runs the settlement herself”

She laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling and out of habit leaned her head against your shoulder

You weren't sure if such gestures were common against friends but you basked in the glory of having her this close to you. She toyed with the edges of her braided hair and asked her tone careful and shy

“WIll you join the feast tonight? Tekla made fresh ale. You could say we had a hunch you would arrive today”

“Hm” you looked off into the distance. Feasts were fun these days..now that Sigurd wasn’t here

“I might. Ah come to think of it, I brought you a gift” and she smiled and sat up to look at you “Its gift enough that you come back alive every time”

“No no, this, I’m sure you will like it” You said and got up offering your hand which she grabbed and got up with ease walking ahead of you “I like it every time, my sweet Drengr”

You’d always be fond of the retired warrior that still lived within her and only showed in small gestures like these.

Oh how you wished you could free her of her suffocating role binding her in these four walls

You quickened your pace opening the door to your hut catching Vika in her tunic only sitting on the bed with a book and you froze

“Oh?”

Randvi questioned and you looked behind you, her eyes frosty, and her whole body tense. Vika also seemed to tense on the other end of the hut and immediately shot up “Good day”

Randvi offered a very cold nod looking her up and down. It was the first time you saw the intimidating Jarlskona that everybody spoke up

“What an interesting arrangement. Didn’t peg you for the kind” and you laughed awkwardly “Dag suggested we share huts with the new recruits-“

And Randvi smiled at you “Good. Wise of him. I'll see you at the feast then”

Turning on her heel she left and you slowly closed the door behind you being very confused by the sudden tension.

You were sure Randvi didn't return your feelings so to see her act …jealous? No it couldn’t be

“That was awkward” Vika tried and you smiled at her “Indeed”

“Weird how she had to check up on you in your hut. She really is controlling” And you let out a sigh of relief. At least your cover wasn’t blown.

You pulled out one of the boxes and looked at the fabric you found. An expensive one you spotted at the trade market but perfect to draw maps on. And Randvi above all always loved drawing the maps with care and detail.

You slid the fabrics in your satchel and walked to the longhouse. You were not leaving things as they were

——-2———-

Randvi was content with keeping you close to her as a friend. She knew others feared her presence and when you got the nickname “Randvis Drengr” she was sure pests would keep away, hopefully scared enough not to mess with her and her possessions

Yet all it took was one clueless recruit from Mercia to make everything she was meticulously building fall apart.

She glanced at the note and crumbled it tossing it to the side amongst the others discarded letters with all her hidden feelings for you.

-Vika- the name feeling like a cats sandy tongue on her hand.

She grabbed her small knife and started carving another wooden statue for the map, getting rid of the bigger chunks first before shaving down the sides to give it the shape she wanted to

“Randvi?” She stopped and she hated how fast she felt heat blossom in her chest.

She didn't look up intending to distance herself properly from you this time

“I’m assuming it's not a good time, I really wanted to bring you your gift though..”

She heard rustling and a soft scraping as some of the unplaced statues were moved on her desk to make place for a rolled fabric. Her eyes widened and she got up leaving her tools on the table and unrolling the piece

“This”

“For your maps. I noticed they are one of the few things entertaining you here”

It was true for through them, she felt like she could almost get a taste of these lands save for that one trip the two of you took a month ago

“Thank you” with that she finally looked up to you and you took a step back “Was it, Was I mistaken?”

She seemed confused until she felt a tear run down her cheek. She quickly went to wipe it off her face but it seemed like it was only the beginning of her falling apart herself

The Gods must have been punishing her by showing her what could’ve been, Giving her someone so caring by her side only to be eternally out of reach

You came close to her immediately and held her cheeks in your hands concerned “What's the matter?” And she fell quiet unsure of what to say

There was so much to say that it almost felt useless to say anything at all

“Did something happen while I was away? Is there someone you need me to take care of?” And she laughed taking a sharp inhale in an attempt to stop her tears to no avail

“Only thing that was upsetting was your lack of presence” she spoke before she could stop herself “Oh Freya I’m so shameful, I have everything I need and yet I”

She couldn’t bring herself to say, not that she had to when she felt you kiss her, and in a desperate attempt to show she felt the same she kissed back with as much force pulling you closer, her arms around your neck diving beneath the furs and feeling the hot skin

She felt your velvet tongue stroke hers as you explored and tried every variant you could pulling and tugging at her lips wanting to taste all of her and the only thing that could be heard in the empty map room were her soft moans and Barely there soft wet sounds of your kisses

Breathing never felt like more of a burden than it did now when she felt you pull away and look at her, face flushed and pupils blown

“Randvi sorry,I-“

And the realization of crossing that line hit her like stones in her stomach and a burning sensation clogging her throat . Yet she still ached to stay in your embrace as her thumbs gently caressed the skin beneath your jaw

“No I, I didn't stop you. It was my responsibility” she found herself say and immediately regretted it. She saw your heart sink in the way your face paled and your arms softened and eased out of her space.

You took one, two steps back and traced the wooden edges of the table. You smiled with a frown looking like it was your turn to cry yet your eyes were dry.

You tapped the fabrics twice “I’m eager to see what you create with these. Have a good day miss” and with a bow you left the map room. She hunched over the table and continued crying struggling to keep her voice down

——- 3 ———

The feast buff. It lifted everyone’s spirits and you could hear singing all across the village way before they even entered the longhouse, way before anyone had anything to drink at all.

Norse knew how to celebrate and usually you yourself loved these nights. But tonight they sat heavy on your shoulders and you knew as Randvis Drengr and Eivors left hand it wouldn't be wise not to attend.

Vika seemed in high spirits as she talked with her friends and fellow soldiers of how she was ready to explore the new traditions, occasionally glancing your way and straightening her back and fixing her hair.

Maybe it was time to move on you considered

“A storm looms over you. Did Randvi not like your gift after all?” You looked at Eivor walking up to you. She leaned against the wooden walls of your hut tossing her axe on the snow and crossing her arms and legs ready to listen to you

You smiled “She did. So much that I misread the situation entirely” You confessed and Eivor looked concerned “Oh…” you both let your eyes wander to the darkening skies and the new hues the snow covered roads took “Nothing a few drinks can’t fix I’m sure” She patted your back and you shook your head with a smile. If it lead to another late night of you two cry laughing about your failed love stories then yes, you were than looking forward to it

“Ill gather the new recruits and meet you there” She nod and walked down the hill the long house

You motioned for the rest to come “Come. I’m sure you will enjoy the celebration”

“WIll you be sitting with us?” Vika questioned and rested her hand on your shoulder

You smiled “What makes you think any of us stay seated?”

She was confused but then it looked like she went through a list of possible activities and chuckled “Right. Well should you want to rest your bones we could sit for a drink together”

You nod and looked up to see Randvi leaning against the door frame, her eyes piercing right through Vika in obvious distaste. Vika grip tightened on you concerned and with a polite nod aimed at Randvi you directed your attention to the girl

Time to move on

Eivor was right. There truly was little few cups of ale wouldn't fix ,for you found yourself playing orlog and joining eivor for a friendly brawl and show of power while re enacting the tales of your weeks long raid entertaining the others in the room, who would occasionally chime in with song or a spectacle of their own

You tried to ignore Randvis reactions, but when she sat with her legs raised high on the table, a cup of ale in hand,listening to your stories with a softened expression and an easy smile on her lips you felt like you were losing your mind

She was handcrafted by the Gods, you were sure

You pressed a hand on Eivors arm “Ill go sit down and rest for a bit. Clear my head from the ale”

“Sure but later let's go aim some arrows. See whose aim is better”

Agreeing to this stupid game you sat at the far back of the room looking at the others when your eyes caught Vika coming your way, clearly tipsy and bolder than ever

“You were right. There really is no time for sitting”

You laughed and watched her sit on the bench next to you letting her body weight fall against your torso

“Good to see it's up to your standards”

“Ha- what standards ? My people would benefit from learning a thing or two from you and your traditions”

You let the liquid in your cup roll as you mindlessly watched it swoosh back and forth

“Ugh, she again” you heard Vika groan with distaste and suddenly you felt alarmed.

Oh someone’s growing a little too comfortable if they already found someone they dislike in the clan

You thought and your eyes followed her line of sight to find them land on Randvi, to which you felt rage reignited within you. aggressively defending her hardly seemed proper though

“What ails you my little freeloader” You jokingly said and she laughed not sensing the bitterness in your tone. Quite the oblivious one

“She can't seem to get off my back. She keeps glaring at me. How do you all live with her in charge ?” You shook your head

“You’re drunk Vika”

“No I-“ she was interrupted by someone calling your name and you both looked up at Randvi who gracefully approached your table,arms loosely crossed the blue cloak dancing, gracing her walk.

“Yes?” Vika sat up and glared at her and with a raised hand you blocked her from advancing any further

“A moment please?” Randvi asked ignoring Vika and she left expecting you to follow.

You stood up and Vika grabbed you arm “Where are you going” you winced hating how excited you were that Randvi called for you but decided to follow your initial goal

Cut of all unnecessary ties

“I won't be long” and with that you left following her outside. You looked around and found her at the back hidden between the wooden carved columns where the shadows almost hid her save for her bright red hair

You stopped a few steps away from her and she seemed deep in thought. You looked at the little white clouds forming from your breath and let your eyes wander around contemplating what to do, giving her space to speak her mind. The cold air sure was quick to sober you up

“What in hellheim was that?” She spat and you looked up confused

“Was I just someone who entertained your sexual fantasies while you found someone else?” You found her way of speaking crude and unfitting of her character

“Randvi this is madness. What are you talking about?”

“That English woman who has been all over you from the port till now. Did you perhaps go sleep with her before visiting me in the map room today as well?” She said with a challenging half smile and your mouth fell open in shock

“Do you really think so little of me?” You were hurt, upset.

“And what if I Did Randvi ? Would it be bad if I moved on finally?”

“Yes, because you are supposed to love me!” She confessed with a raised voice which seemed to surprise her as well. Too many bottled up feelings threatening to spill

“And what will you do with my love?” You took a step closer towering over her looking into her eyes and when she tried to look away you grabbed her face and forced her to look at you

“Accept it ? Let me warm your empty bed till your beloved husband comes back and then? Discard me till I’m of use again?”

Now it was her time to look as if she bit on bitter poison, your words cutting deeper than intended. You felt bad for using her situation against her. A situation she never wanted to be in to begin with. A sacrifice she took for the peace you currently lived in

“Sorry Randvi I…”

“You have every right to feel that way” she spoke “But my feelings for you are true, and if by any chance you feel the way I do I will fight for this”

She surprised you and you considered her words. Fight for this? As in…

“Randvi you can't”

“Maybe not yet. But I will find a way to do so” She said with determination as she timidly went to caress your cheek “Maybe I wouldn't say all this but when you showed me what I could have… I tasted what a future with you would be. Watching it be stolen right beneath my feet from some new recruit who knows nothing of your character, From someone who doesn’t know you like I do, No. I wont allow that”

Her grip on your leather armor tightened as she pulled you down to her height and feverishly kissed you like it would be the last kiss you would have only she was determined this was the first of many more to come

You pressed her against the wall and slid one leg between hers which she eagerly spread for you.

“Randvi-“ you whispered between kisses never thinking the day would come where you would have her like this

You said her name again and again between kisses like a prayer, worshipping her like she deserved your hands running up and down her waist, bothered by her layered attire yet still feeling her plush chest, her curves and toned arms.

You tugged at her blue cloak revealing her collar bones and trailed kisses from her neck down to her shoulder which she welcomed by holding your head close to her, her fingers diving in your braided hair

She opened her eyes for a second and looked behind you at the new recruit, the girl staring at the two of you in shock and she felt victorious in the way she softly and sensually called out your name claiming you, showing that you were entirely hers now

Vika ran back to the longhouse distraught and Randvi quickly forgot of her presence when she felt you caress and fondle her chest

She whimpered and you pulled away slightly, pleased to find that small bit of information that this was a very sensitive spot for her.

With one hand on her hips you started grinding her crotch against your thigh and with the other you found her nipple above her clothes and toyed with her hearing the soft pleased hums and gasps that escaped her

You could feel her grow more confident as she picked up the pace on your thigh eager to chase her release and now you supported her weight with both hands wrapped around her ass

You could feel her wetness dampen the fabric of your pants and that was a compliment in itself to know how eager she was, how much she craved you.

You dove back into her neck nibbling on the flash and biting

“I've been waiting so long for this” you confessed and gently softened the pace that earned a pained whine from her “Shall we take this to your chambers?” And she smirked

“Hm, no need” and she came back for a kiss as you let your hand dive in her pants beneath her undergarment. Your fingers found her wet folds and trailed a soft line which would’ve made her scream save for the hand you place on her mouth in time

She’s been craving this as much as you had. Knowing this alone made your own cunt ache and drip into the fabric

You started fondling small circles around her puffy clit and whispered in her ear soft praises, asking her to be quiet “If we get caught you don't get to cum” and you felt a new wave of wetness coat your fingers which slowly found her entrance. You tested the waters soon realizing she wasn’t patient enough to take it slow and you quickened your pace.

Her legs started to give in and you wrapped an arm around her shoulders holding her close to you and her grip on your clothes tightened trying to balance herself.

She called out your name, pleading to let her cum and you kept your pace steady, the way she liked and instructed you to until you felt her bite down on your neck harshly to swallow a scream,coming completely undone in your embrace to which you let out an audible moan yourself mixed with pleasure and pain

Unwilling to pull out, you kept thrusting your fingers in a more gentle pace now till you found fit to withdraw your hands and bring them up to your lips, cleaning them off her slick, enjoying the sour sweet taste.

You let her catch her breath enjoying how she clung to you not really wanting to widen the distance between the two of you

“Randvi” You whispered to her and kissed the top of her head affectionately.

You felt her smile in your neck “I love you” and she nod whispering the same and finally looking up to give you one more weak kiss still in the heights of her release

“I expect that Ill start seeing you more often now?” She asked suddenly insecure on if I this was just a one night thing and you smiled

“Certainly. The clan would start growing suspicious if Randvis Drengr wasn’t by her side anymore”

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: adult fantasies.

a sapphire for your heart, part VI.

Oh, sweet Lilith,

How temping is your sin;

The Devil's arms pry open,

And I jump right in.

If damnation came after that kiss, you’d welcome it. Your knees felt weak and tingly, making it nearly impossible to pull yourself free from that woman's hold. You could feel her chest heaving, moving against you, stirring you up. The warmth of her lips lingered on your mouth, a sweet distraction, yet at the same time it fueled your desire to appease her.

She wanted a treasure, and you were ready to dig all the way down to the core of the earth to fetch it.

The marble floor of those sacred ruins felt cold and lifeless beneath your feet. Even though you were quite disheveled from sharing that brief moment of passion with Randvi, you never doubted your ability to feel that mystical impulse of gemstones yearning to be found. As you paced about the old, dusty tiles, you allowed your body to steadily relax and seek that natural pull of the soil and its riches. You begun to feel it – a very low vibration; but not from underneath. By instinct, you tilted your head back to look at those tall pillars, and Randvi’s gaze followed your own. She said nothing for now, giving you room to express yourself.

The faintest lull of precious stones encouraged you to climb those dilapidated ruins to the very top of the highest pillar. There it was; a strange energy calling for you, infiltrating your body through the tips of your fingers. You were swift as a deer and light as a feather on the tip of your toes, flowing gracefully towards your aim.

“Careful!”

A sweet velvet voice called from below. You glanced down to see a worried frown on Randvi’s lovely face, and you smiled.

“I’ve done this before.”

You reassured, but she walked beside you on the safety of the ground, ready to catch you in case you’d fall – what a heartwarming thought. This magnificent warrior had all her attention on you. Just when was the last time someone had cared so much for your well-being?

How you longed to be back in her embrace, to drown in the warmth of her chest and the sweet scent of her skin. But your focus was on your treasure, your determination impenetrable, even by such powerful desires. The pillar was cold to the touch, unbreakable and strong – but there was one particular area in that ancient marble which stood out.

“That’s enough Sapphire, you don’t need to look further!”

Your Viking goddess called again, with nothing but well-meant worry in her stern tone.

“Are you concerned for my safety?”

You jested as you produced a small hammer from your pouch.

“Of course! Now please climb down, I don’t trust these pillars.”

“Oh? Is it the pillar or me that you do not trust?”

You grinned at the sound of a frustrated sigh; Randvi paced about the floor, her head tilted to watch your every move, and her strong arms ready to cushion a fall which never came.

Large pieces of marble crumbled under the slightest hits of your hammer. The wall was a soft decoy, hiding a small hole the size of a man’s fist. You listened for any movements within; any trap someone might have used to ward off thieves. And when you were sure no scorpions or snakes were coiled inside the crevice, you slipped your hand right in.

“I found something!”

You announced as you steadily pulled your arm out of the pillar, with your fingers tightly wrapped around a small, old bag.

“What is it?”

Randvi’s sweet voice echoed from below. The worn-out piece of cloth was hardly something to behold, but you felt a pulsing energy within. And when you opened the bag, you were almost stunned by the brilliant colors of shimmering gems.

“It’s... a key.”

“A key?”

But not just any old key; this piece was an artifact, a treasure you have only dreamt to find. It was fairly the size of your palm, all made of pure gold and studded with rubies and diamonds in the shape of runes. It burned your skin, sent shivers up your spine, and whispered to you in a tongue you did not understand.

“Are you alright up there?”

Suddenly, you were brought back to the present. You tucked the mysterious key into you bosom pocket and reassured Randvi that you were on your way down.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Gently, you called. “I have something for you, though.”

And as soon as you found your footing on the ground, you presented your find to her. The sight of that sacred key brought forth an expression you never thought you’d see on those beautiful, stern features. Randvi was completely breathless, shocked and amazed. You felt her soft palms cup over your own, gently prying the key from your hold.

“Freya’s tears…” She murmured. “Sapphire, this is a great find – this is extraordinary!”

There was more than awe dancing across those godly features; she way exhilarated, almost relieved, and you knew that artifact must’ve had a deeper meaning to her than just the value of the gold. You bit back a smile as you witnessed spring bloom over those somber eyes you fell in love with; and that’s when you remembered -

Ache-filled wails in the night, by the river.

It was hard and painful for you to picture tears on those rosy cheeks. You felt a spark of hatred for ‘Sigurd’ and ‘Eivor', albeit you had no solid proof they were directly responsible for Randvi’s secret heartache.

“Is it… something personal of yours?”

You inquired curiously, hinting at the key.

“No, much more important. Had I known it was here, I would’ve demolished these ruins long ago.” She answered with a hint of excitement as her dazzling gaze found yours.

“How did you know…?”

“I just do.” You glanced at the sacred item in her palms as you ran the tip of your index finger along the precious diamonds and rubies. “I had no clue it was a key; I only felt the precious stones… calling me. It was faint, because they’re rather small. Yet loud enough for me to hear them.”

All Randvi did was nod slowly as she beheld your unique talent and the way you spoke to her.

---

A feast was to be held that night in honor of your find. The little village buzzed, song and excitement already filling the evening air. Somewhat bothered, you retreated to that little pond to sit on the mossy bed and be alone with your thoughts. Perhaps you should’ve been more interested in finding the roots of such a valuable item, yet your mind seemed to obsess over one thing only – that kiss.

Were you wrong to wish for more? Did Randvi desire it as well, or perhaps she’d done it in the heat of the moment? Regardless, the memory of her soft mouth was embedded on your lips, and you could still taste her sweet passion at the tip of your tongue. Your chest ached for her, yet you found no courage to go and meet her now, when she was in the midst of joyous celebration together with her clan.

The night was yours to ponder, and so you drifted into a light slumber where you allowed your sinful fantasies to come to life. How soft her skin must’ve been beneath those velvet layers, how gently you’d caress her chest, her plush, womanly mounds. The sight of her nude before you, divine in all of her brawny glory, with rust hair flowing freely down her broad shoulders.

You sighed as you pictured yourself straddling her lap and worshipping her chest with slow kisses whilst her strong hands would caress your thighs. Closer, closer, where you burned…

“Sapphire? Is that you?”

With a sharp inhale you abruptly sat up in the mossy bed and quickly dusted dry blades of grass off your hair. Your cheeks were hot red, but thank God for the darkness of the night hiding your shame. Randvi was right there, in the flesh, and the sound of her velvet words only stirred your arousal.

“Yes, it’s me!”

You called as soon as you trusted your voice. Her heavy footfalls drew nearer and you turned your head away as you pretended to smoothen the wrinkles in your tunic. She crouched down next to you.

“Is everything alright? We were waiting for you in the longhouse…”

“Ah, I’m sorry – ...it’s the smoke.”

A fitting excuse which worked the previous night. Randvi did not insist, already accustomed to your need for solitude at times and you were grateful that she understood. But when she stood as if to take her leave, words spilled before you had the chance to think.

“Randvi – “

She turned at your call.

“…there is something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

-          To be continued…

*part VII.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warning: explicit sexual content.

a sapphire for your heart, part VIII.

A pair of lips so soft and full of passion caressed your throat like the blade of a dagger, smooth and equally dangerous; yet you’ve never felt more exhilarated to be consumed. Your body naturally arched into your captor's overwhelming heat, shamelessly seeking more. Every drop of reason left your mind, dissipating into the ether like mist. It no longer mattered what they would think or say, or do; in that moment you only existed for Randvi, and she, for you.

With legs tangled and hips swaying back and forth, the forbidden flame of sapphic desire quickly grew between the two of you. Her breath was steaming against your skin as she drew her parted lips along your soft jaw, and then down the lithe hill of your windpipe. You shivered as she kissed you there.

“Randvi…”

You implored.

She sighed with deep satisfaction as she pressed her body down against yours to feel you better. Her jaw fell open and she latched her mouth to your pulse, spoiling you with languid kisses; and then, stinging pain shot through your body like a furious bolt of lighting. You stilled as you felt sharp teeth gently penetrating the delicate layers of your skin. Randvi’s bite was silent and feral, pinning you down by your throat like a wolf would its prey; and oh, what a willing prey you were…Too inebriated by her unhinged passion, all you could muster was a breathless moan as you felt her large palms free your wrists and slowly inch towards your chest.

You took her in your arms then, clutching her shoulder blades in sweet anticipation. Though her bite had softened, you were stiff from head to toe, trembling at the divine feeling of her palm cupping your breast. Those roughened fingers were miraculously skilled, effortlessly giving you pleasure even over the coarse fabric of your tunic; squeezing, gripping, slow-massaging your tender mounds as you naturally danced into the flowing motion of her hand.

The sizzling pain around your throat lessened when Randvi relaxed her jaw and drew the velvety flat of her tongue over raw teeth marks and beautiful bruises. Her love was embedded into your skin.

As she slowly drew away, you felt her body shift against yours with every sensual movement of her sturdy legs and plentiful hips. You were completely mesmerized as her charms begun to unfold; her sultry gaze darkened and her voice was but a hushed murmur, dripping with arousal.

“I want to touch you… more…”

You shivered. Heat pooled between your legs, sizzling and spreading along your limbs like wild fire. Quickly, you unclipped the brooch holding her shawl and furs together, letting them fall off her broad shoulders. Disheveled tresses caressed your flushed cheek as Randvi leaned closer to kiss your parched lips, generously penetrating your mouth with deep strokes of her sensual tongue. The taste of her mouth was invigorating, like fresh spring peppered with burning flames. You moved your tongue against hers slowly, until your mouths were wildly ravishing one another.

“mmh…”

“..aah…”

Soft cries resounded in your secret little meadow, followed swiftly by the rustling of clothes coming undone. Randvi’s hands were at your hips, gently pinching the hem of your tunic as you raised your arms above your head and allowed her to strip you. The absence of warm fabric made you suddenly feel cold; a feeling which quickly melted under your beautiful Viking’s heated mouth. She left a wet trail of languid kisses down your chest whilst she enjoyed the smooth plains of your hips and stomach with her palms. Warrior hands that wielded heavy axes were now so tender and soft, giving love; each tap of her rough fingertips along your waist making you twist in delight beneath her. You found leverage in her shoulders once more as you gripped and pulled her tunic up, revealing magnificent back muscles to the moon's peeking gaze.

Sizzling tremors rushed through your body, burning even hotter down below. Randvi’s mouth still lingered on your chest, enjoying your soft breasts with open-mouthed kisses as she pushed your mounds together in between her large hands, rubbing them slowly. You breathlessly whispered her name whilst exploring the well-defined dunes and valleys of her sturdy arms, worshiping every inch of her beautiful body. She was indeed a fearsome woman, with deep scars marking her youthful flesh, reminders of battles she’d won. With a sudden movement, Randvi sat up and helped herself out of her tunic, revealing her magnificent chest in the soft glow of the early morning.

You were in awe.

You’ve pictured her nude in your dirty little dreams, yet to see her in the flesh, in all of her strong, muscular, womanly glory left you gasping for sweet air. You pushed yourself up to embrace her and indulge in the taste of her flowery skin. Her breasts were incredibly soft, plush mounds of heaven, overflowing in the palm of your hand. And oh, how beautifully she moaned as you left little love bites here and there across her chest.

The cold grass tickled your bare skin as Randvi slowly laid you back onto the ground. You took a moment to simply gaze into one another’s eyes, so full of lust and unspoken promises. She hovered over you, propped onto a strong arm to keep herself elevated as she explored your body with the delicate tips of her fingers. Your eyes were hazy with arousal, silently imploring, aching for rougher, bolder, more intimate touches.

“Lower…”

You moaned. Mischief flooded Randvi’s gaze as she leaned closer to murmur against the shell of your ear. You embraced her firmly, ravenous for her aggressive passion; yet her touch was slow and meticulous, her thumb endlessly circling your sensitive nipple until it was almost raw.

“Lower?...”

She teased and you bit the inside of your cheek. Gods, how could she torture you like this? Her words only aroused you further, and you instinctively pushed your hips up against hers, alluding to what you terribly needed. Merciless fingertips traveled back and forth across your stomach, only barely trespassing the edge of your trousers. A soft breath left your kiss-swollen lips, an invitation for her to take your mouth again; and she did.

You dived into the deeply satisfying feeling of her godly body, at times sweetly caressing the back of her neck, only to savagely grip her shoulders and sink your nails into her lean flesh. She pressed her chest down onto yours as she hooked her fingers into your belt and twisted the buckle until it broke. You pulled free from her sweet lips, breathing heavily when she pinched the buttons of your trousers apart.

Oh, that long awaited moment...

The warmth of her palm enveloped your sensitive vulva, making you tremble with each inch of forbidden skin her knowing fingers explored. You slowly begun to lose control, moans spilling free from your parted lips, for she knew precisely how to feed the flames of your desire. Her hand moved back and forth easily, albeit constricted by the tightness of your trousers. Skilled fingers delicately parted your damp folds, caressing in between them with come hither motions from your burning core up to your swollen rose bud. With each stroke she’d dive a little deeper in between your folds, and then linger a little longer on your aroused clit, teasing you around the edges with just enough pressure to keep you suspended in that torturous moment of not quite enough.

Her passionate mouth caressed your shoulder, pursing to slowly kiss the length of your delicate collarbones. It burned so good. You clutched her beautiful braid and pulled the leather strap from it, freeing auburn locks. She was breathtaking with her rust-gold tresses touching her handsome cheeks and flowing over her bare shoulders. Sensually, you massaged the tight muscles on either side of her graceful spine, until your firm grip found her hips. She stopped you for a moment –

Confused, you sought her gaze, yet you were relieved to still find passion burning deep within those blue gems.

“Take my weapons and put them aside… but careful… not to hurt yourself.. “

She murmured against the apple of your cheek as she shifted her hips lightly, unwilling to take her hand out of your pants. With trembling fingers, you pulled a heavy axe from her belt, trying your hardest to push it as far away as possible. Then, you removed a dagger from the strap on her left thigh and two smaller axes from the back of her belt, finally freeing your way to touch her more. The act of stripping her off her battle weapons was oddly intimate, as if she put her trust into your hands completely. Without restraints, you groped the back of her thighs and squeezed her closer, groping and fondling her plump bottom.

Touch-starved, Randvi swayed into your hands sensually, more than thrilled to feel your palms beneath her lower layers. You indulged in feeling up her womanly shapes, greedily spreading your fingers to loosen the hem of her pants and ease that intrusive fabric down her curvy hips. Her thighs were firm like mountains, yet soft at the surface like sweet rose petals; a leverage for you to hold on as you moved against her stroking fingers.

Pleasure came in deep waves, nearly pushing you over the limits of physical bliss; but then she stopped and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to silence a pitiful cry of frustration. What a devil, you thought, and yet you couldn’t help but adore her.

“Shh…”

She cooed, sweetly. Her palm pressed down on your heated vulva, holding you very still in spite of your hips softly struggling for friction. You felt the tip of her perfect nose nudge your cheek, and so you turned your head to meet her gaze; ardor burned deep within those precious azure eyes. Plush lips ghosted over yours, only teasing you with a kiss, as if you weren’t struggling for mercy already. You obediently forced your hips still, allowing her complete control of your whole being.

There was a hint of a smirk at the corner of her beautiful mouth as she drew closer. You closed your eyes, shivering in sweet anticipation of another kiss and the touch of her smooth fingers inching towards your pulsing core.

-          To be continued…

*part IX.