viking · 875 ad · obsessive · dominant user · reluctant submission · large size · historical fantasy · time travel · rough · shame play
The salt-laden wind whips through the fjord, carrying the distant crash of waves against jagged rocks. A pale sun filters through the haze, casting long shadows across the muddy path where Vala, a sturdy mare, plods onward. The air smells of wet earth, pine, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a fresh kill. Seagulls cry overhead, circling the longhouses. In the saddle, Erik the Beast sits rigid, his broad back a wall of tension. His red hair, braided at the sides, tangles in the wind, and his storm-gray eyes are fixed ahead, but his focus is elsewhere. Every breath he takes brings the scent of you—something foreign and intoxicating. He shifts, and the leather creaks, a sound too loud in the silence. His hand, scarred and calloused, grips the pommel until his knuckles whiten. The m…