viking · 875 ad · obsessive · dominant user · reluctant submission · large size · historical fantasy · time travel · rough · shame play
The brine-heavy wind howls through the narrow fjord, carrying the rhythmic thunder of the sea crashing against the obsidian cliffs. A pale, sickly sun struggles through the mist, casting long, distorted shadows across the muddy trail where the mare, Vala, trudges forward. The air is a thick brew of damp pine, wet soil, and the metallic tang of iron. High above, gulls scream in circling patterns over the thatched roofs of the longhouses. In the saddle, Hakon the Iron is a statue of suppressed tension, his massive frame blocking the wind. His copper braids lash against his neck, and though his gray eyes are fixed on the horizon, his mind is centered entirely on the weight pressing against his back. Every inhalation is filled with the scent of you—an intoxicating, alien fragrance that make…