Scandanavian Pleasures

The night was shrouded in ebony with violent bursts of thunder. Lightning was relentless, illuminating the sky as the rain fell onto her head.
Ahead lie the castle, a gigantic Scandanavian castle he had chosen for their special night-their last in Norway.
She passed through the gates and began her journey up the long driveway to the castle doors. She was soaked by the time she reached the doors, finding a note saying that the door was open.
She entered the castle cautiously and stood in the entranceway, closing the door behind her. She took off her water-filled shoes and found a nearby towel to attempt drying off.
Suddenly a voice startled her, it was distant and echoing, "find me in the dining room" he said. So she began climbing the stairs to search the enormous castle. Nearly an hour later she was about to give up, no sign of him or the dining room, and the anticipation was killing her.
She jumped slightly as she felt his hand rest gently upon her shoulder, the anticipation was apparently too much for him as well, and suddenly she felt relieved. She jumped up to kiss him, but he backed away.
"Come with me to the dining room my goddess," he said.
So she followed him and soon they arrived at the dining room. A large stone table of dark gray stood out in the room adorned all in black. Candles lit the room and two wine glasses sat before two chairs at the table, brimming with their fine red offering.
"Please sit and drink with me beautiful Nyx"
His request was eagerly obliged.
His glass was empty in mere seconds and a smile crept across his face. She took it as a sign to drink up and took a sip. Her smile beamed as she realized this fine offering was no wine at all, rather a fantastic glass of blood. She finished her glass quickly as well.
"You know I love you," he began, "I always have; and I think that you love me. Seeing you here in the candlelight of this gothic castle makes me realize how dear you are to me and how badly I need you in my life, forever. Will you marry me?"
She sat in astonishment and couldn't muster a word, but she had no time to answer anyways. He had jumped onto the table and snatched her from her chair onto the table with him. They shared a passionate kiss and she nearly melted right there, so consumed with desire that she wanted to tear off his clothes right now and fuck him all night.
But he held her back, he began to slowly remove his damp clothing while covering her goddess-like body with soft, soothing kisses and playful licks of his warm tongue. No inch went untouched and when she thought desire had consumed her to the fullest his tongue gently grazed her clit sending a shockwave throughout her body. There was no more delay, she wanted him right fucking now.
She tried to pull him up to her; he had different ideas, though, and again kissed his way down her body till his head was between her thighs. He eagerly buried his face in her and his tongue worked magic on her. He could spend hours down there, exploring every bit of her with his tongue. Heavier breathing became subtle moaning became passionate vulgar screaming. Her thighs tightened over his ears and her body began to shudder as she cried out for him to fuck her now.
Moments later his ministrations ceased and she looked down to see that familiar smile on his lips. He sat up, then, wiping the wetness from his face and eased his way back up her body for a kiss. Her own taste fresh on his lips as she smacked him hard in the face.
"What the fuck are you still wearing clothes for?" she admonished.
She climbed on top of him and tore the clothes from his body. She was very pleased to see his cock was hard and quite ready to go. Teasingly she took him into her mouth but for a mere second before just lying back and staring at him. There was something in their eyes, then, and he went at her like a beast.
Their lips met in frantic, passionate kisses just as he entered her with amorous fury. The harder he fucked her the more she loved it and she showed her appreciation often by biting into his lower lip. They fit together like a beautiful puzzle. Sweaty flesh crashing against sweaty flesh in between biting and spanking and other debauchery. He would occasionally reposition her as he saw fit and pound into her from any and all angles, sometimes he even restrained her hands to the table as he ravaged her.
As the hours passed they became increasingly unaware of the beauty around them. The stunning Nordic countryside, this beautiful castle, the flickering candlelight, the storm roaing outside, and the rain crashing against the windows; all of these things no longer significant in the moment of carnal purity.
As he gazed deep into her eyes and admired every aspect of her he got off one last time and they collapsed into one another exhausted. They did their best to regain their breath and had not yet succeeded when she suggested going out for more wild fun in the storm. Of course he obliged her silently wondering what her answer would to his question would be.

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