393 CCCXCIII. The Bad Dream (1/2)

Making him remain motionless as under the effect of a spell, Freydis approached the stone bed and placed both her hands on it, resting her breasts on its cold surface and bending her back, showing his boy the perfection of her buttocks and vagina, illuminated by the faint torch on the wall of the room and ready to welcome him.

At that point, Dag could no longer resist and approached her, resting one hand on her hips and another in her hair, pulling them slightly backward.

Her head followed the movement and her eyes first looked at the ceiling and then closed, fully enjoying the pleasure.

In addition to the desire to make love with his woman, Dag vented at that moment his frustration and sorrow at the loss of all those soldiers, who died for the cause.

The two lovers had sex several times, continuing for about two hours and tightening up with pleasant violence, slightly more accentuated than other times, amplified by their mutual desire.

When they had finished the act, they lay on the floor, over two thick mutton furs, which made it even more comfortable than that hard stone bed, flat and tough.

”Now you'll think that my desire for you wasn't respectful to the two men who died tonight, right?” Freydis asked, trying to put herself in the shoes of Dag, who had always been more sensitive than necessary about these things.

”No, it is not so at all, indeed. I dragged you into this room just because I wanted to be alone with you... I felt the need to own your body, I feel like I'm not devoting enough time to you” he said, looking into her eyes and moving her hair from her sweaty forehead.

”You know it's not up to you, but all the difficulties we're facing... this is not a honeymoon, but the most important mission Skjold has ever seen in the last century.”

After the wise words of his girlfriend, feeling that the bond between their minds was strengthening more and more, increasing their degree of empathy, Dag said nothing and merely hugged her, to retain the heat dispersed by their bodies during the sexual momentum.

Kissing softly and sensing their warm breaths, Dag and Freydis fell asleep like stones, both naked and lying on the floor.

...

The next day, a thin beam of light entered through the small window of the room, barely illuminating the floor in front of their feet.

The two lovebirds woke up simultaneously, looking into each other's eyes and noticing that they had spent the whole night stationary in the same position, particularly comfortable for both of them.

Dag uncovered Freydis's body, still warm under the blanket, and kissed her breasts, gently touching and cuddling her, stroking her back and belly.