He had a cut on his cheek, deep but not bleeding any longer. Blood covered them both, and she felt like death surrounded them, but she felt free.
“I’ve never killed anyone,” she said in English, knowing he probably wouldn’t understand all of that.
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him. “Death lasts with you, even after the fact.”
She only caught a portion of that, but understood him enough and nodded. “I know that, Stian.”
He pulled her into a hug, and she rested her head on his chest.
“I don’t want to leave,” Agata whispered.
Stian pulled her back and had this hard look on his face. “Truly?”
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah.” Pulling back from him and staring at the sea, she tightened her hand on the satchel and took a deep breath. Opening the small bag, she scented the herbs right away. They were pungent, spicy, and reminded her that if she took them right now, she could be back home.
A home that offers you nothing. At least in this life, you can be someone, learn to care about someone so deeply it takes your breath away and makes you want to fight for him.
And without thinking, she dumped the contents into the sea and watched as the water carried it away.
“What was that?” he asked.
“My past,” she said without taking her eyes off the waves. She turned and faced him, smiled, and knew this was where she belonged. “And now I have my future.”
Epilogue
Four years later
Stian looked at his female, his wife, the woman who had captured his heart so long ago. Things had certainly changed for the better in his life since he met Agata. They no longer lived in the small one-room hut but had a bigger place that was safe and had plenty of room for their children to grow and run in.
He built their new home by hand, making sure she had a view of the sea but had the protection of the forest. They were miles away from the village, and after that incident where he should have slaughtered all those men who came to hurt what was his, he found the little compassion Agata willed up in him and let them live—most of them, that was.
He ran his hands up and down her back, his still-aching erection pressing against her wet center. He’d pounded her good and hard, claimed her, and made her cry out for more. But even her whimpering for release hadn’t made him go slow or soft, hadn’t made him relent.
“My wife, you seem tired,” he said and smiled. She rolled over and grinned at him but elbowed him in the chest. He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. Her blonde hair was longer than it had been, done in braids, and sweaty from their fucking.
“That’s what happens when my husband nearly fucks the life out of me,” she said and grinned, thrusting her ass toward his cock.
“Who said anything about us being done?” He nuzzled her neck and growled out at the fact that his cock was ready once more. He moved back enough that he could look at her bottom. The globes were big and round, and his hands itched to spank her until redness coated them. “I know you want me stretching and filling you with my seed. Or maybe,” he said softer and kissed the side of her throat, “maybe you want me stretching your pretty ass with my dick.”
She moaned and thrust her bottom out once more.
He lost it, so far gone from his need to be inside her again that he lifted his hand and brought it down on her left ass cheek. She made a squeal of surprise, and he grinned. Something in him snapped, and he pushed her so she was on her belly.
He did it again and again, alternating between her cheeks until both mounds were a vibrant red. Stian stopped when he saw her clenching the hides in her hands, and he moved back an inch to see her ass and pussy in clear view.
She was soaked for him again, so wet in fact that her cunt glistened from her cream, and her juices slid down her inner thigh.
“See what you’ve done,” she said in a light, tempting voice.
“I see, Agata,” he growled in arousal. He smoothed his hands over her back, across her generous hips, and along the crease of her ass. He spread the cheeks wide, took in the sight of her tight hole, and the red, swollen cleft of her pussy. His mouth watered for a taste, and his cock jerked in response.
Grabbing her hips in both his hands, he reveled in the curviness of her body. Lifting her hips and positioning her so she was spread wide for him, Stian brought her bottom flush with his groin.
She braced herself on her hands and knees and pressed her ass closer into him. He ran his hand up her spine, moved her hair over, and stared at the graceful arch of her neck. Her back was smooth and flawless, her bottom succulent and perfectly round. Agata had an ass that made warriors fall to their knees and had the gods singing in the sky.
He squeezed her ass, gripping the skin and parting it slightly once more. He was perfectly still behind her, his focus on the tight hole that he was about to fuck. Gods, he loved smacking her ass, loved fucking her back here too. She was all but grinding herself on him.
Stian grabbed his cock, stroked himself from root to tip, and loved that she gasped out in pleasure. He slid his finger slowly between her cheeks and rested on the tight hole in the center. “Agata, tell me how much you want my cock back here, filling you, making you come.” He placed the tip of his dick against her anus.
She looked over at him, and her blonde hair slid along her shoulder and covered one of her breasts that swung freely.
“Fuck, Agata.” He closed his eyes and grappled for control. “The way you make me feel, even after all these years, makes me feel like I’d never be the same without you.” He knew he’d never be the same without her. “I could devour you right now, and it would never be enough. It would never be enough, Agata.” He bent down and kissed both globes of her ass. His sac was heavy, but he knew she’d take all of it, knew she’d beg him for more. Her pussy lips were swollen and the most beautiful red color.
He slid his fingers across her soaking slit and brought the fluid to the tip of her clit, lightly stroking it. Feeling a jolt of pleasure wash over him at hearing her moan, he continued his ministrations.
Stian brought his fingers back to her pussy hole, coating them in her juices until her cream slipped down his hand. Plunging them back into her body, he groaned when her pussy clamped down on them.
“You’re driving me crazy, Stian.”
“I’m just starting, Agata.” Grabbing her ass cheek, he spread her again and brought his soaked fingers to her asshole and coated the small hole with her arousal. It glistened in the soft light, making his cock jerk hard.
She tensed. Ever so slowly, he slid one finger into her and let her muscles adjust to the size. He played with her for a little bit, stretching her hole with his finger, and then added another one.
When he thought she was good and stretched out, nice and slicked up from her lubrication, he slipped his fingers from her and placed the tip of his cock at her anus.
He started to push into her and gripped her hips. She clenched around his cockhead, and once he was past the tight ring of muscle, he slid deep inside her easily. They both groaned when he bottomed out, and he clenched his teeth at the pleasure that coursed through his veins. “That’s it, Agata. Take all of me. Do you feel how much I fill you?”