Rebirth

This was most definitely it.

"Just for us?"

He doesn't answer my question but pulls back the opening to the makeshift tent.

"Are you going to be good for me?"

I just stare at his back. He stands still and waits for my answer. I can't help wanting to toy with him.

"I don't know, am I?"

"Come in here." He walks into the tent, there are drinks and refreshments. A plush layer of material spread out in the middle. Rolf fills a cup, offering it to me. I take it from him, he doesn't let me pull away yet. His other hand caresses the side of my face. I lean into the soft strokes of his fingers. He walks to me. My nipples brushing against his naked chest.

Eyes full of emotion regard me as he watches me lean into his hand. His voice speaks softly.

"What would I have done if I lost you?"

This show of his affection was affecting me so much. My heart cramming more love for him, I didn't think it could. I put my hand on his.

"I would've waited for you from wherever I ended up."

It's the truth. Perhaps some limbo between Valhalla and paradise, I wouldn't have moved till I knew he'd join me.

Rolf takes my lips in a hungry, sweep. The erotic ways of his tongue caused the cup to fall from my hands, spilling onto the ground beneath us. He grabs my ass cheeks, pulling me against his cock. I pull on his balls, feeling how full they are. He groans into my mouth and walks us back. He lays us down, our mouths still moving against each other with a fervent passion. Those hands grinding me onto him. I kiss the sides of his neck, nibbling his skin and enjoying the sounds he makes. His one hand glides up my spine, wraps around my hair and tugs. He takes my mouth again, not wasting any time as his cock finds my opening. I moan into his mouth and he pulls a little more at my hair, thrusting up into me. His other hand stays on my ass, pushing me onto his cock in a delicious rhythm. His teeth tugging at my bottom lip, his cock fucking me fast. It's hard not to wince as it's been a long time till I felt him inside me like this.

"So sensitive." I moan, my eyes closed as I squeeze tight around his shaft.

"So delicious." He growls, sucking on my neck. His knees up as he lifts more of his body off of the floor to thrust harder. My body is blushing, hot and slick with sweat against his. I press down onto his cock for a few seconds, savouring the throbbing of his shaft against my walls.

"Fuck." He moans into neck.

"Don't move."

I stay still, only gripping his cock with my pussy. I lean with my hands on either side of his head. He lets go off my hair, that hand running down my back again and resting on my ass. He grips the flesh before turning me onto my back. Hooking one of my legs on his shoulder, he moans as he enters me again. Returning to a similar rhythm as before, he fucks me hard. Wet slaps of our hips, I'm thrusting up into him.

Suddenly he stops, panting.

"Wait..." He breathes hard, getting up and reaching for the drink. As he returns he spills some onto my nipples. Dark, green eyes drinking up the sight before closing his mouth around one whole breast at a time. A hand squeezing the other, his cock starting up again inside of me. I play with the hair on the back of his head, stroking his neck, moaning as his tongue flicks each nipple.

Our sex turns passionate. He holds onto the wooden rail behind us and increases his speed. I can feel the edge of my own release, watching his face screwed in pain and pleasure, holding off till he sees that I've finished.

"Cum for me." He groans, hands squeezing my thighs as they wrap tighter around him. Once I feel myself falling, my legs trembling around him, he speeds up for a short moment before I could feel his seed spill inside of me. He stays still, feeling me grip his shaft, both our hearts pounding, watching the other. Rolf pulls out slowly, spreading some of his cum on my lips before sliding back inside. He is exhausted, collapsing onto me, his lips attached to my neck. After a few minutes, he stirs and leans up on his hands, staring at my hair.

"What is it?"

A slow, satisfied smile warms his face as he shows me the flower. Biting my lip, I gaze up at him, basking in this perfect afterglow. He sucks on my lip and places the flower back into my hair, carefully tucking it between thick strands. He lays onto his back and I take my place on his chest. Before I succumb to the tiredness, I hear his fading words.

"I hope they're right."

...

Daisy's POV:

I have been restlessly searching. Thoroughly through the libraries of my princess. Once I find the book, I flip through the bookmarked page.

My breath catches as I see dark, cold eyes stare back at me. Sea pirates... pillagers... ruthless. All I understood was this man took my Ivar and the king knew something nobody else did. If I was to find answers it was with him.

*General Oko*

I had to wait till the the morning before I could visit him. He was the last to sail through the seas to return to Covas. He may have picked something up, maybe the whereabouts of the pirate Oko.

"Peta, are you there?"

There was shuffling, a slow groan, and then the unlocking of the door.

"Oh, Daisy? How can I help?" He pulls on a light coat, meeting me outside of his small home. We sat on a handmade wooden bench, which looked out across the glittering waters.

"You came back from the North not too long ago?" He watches me for a second, itching his bearded chin.

"Not that long no. Once I understood the prin-no queen, was safe, I returned home."

Fahmeen spoke of his loyalty and bravery. This made him memorable.

"Thank you Peta." I squeeze his hands. He regards me warily though I see a blush on his cheeks.

"I need you to tell me of anyone suspicious you saw or heard of when journeying back. Maybe on the lands you took a rest?" I was searching his clear eyes, they were thinking but appeared to come up with nothing.

"No, I-I honestly cannot-

My head falls as I experience the first obstacle.

"Wait."

Peta holds onto my hand.

"There is a foreigner that resides nearby, Niverna. He thinks highly of himself, keeping to the edge as if to sail away once they see behind his mask." That was suspicious.

"Drunken sailors but it is still talk."

Niverna. So close by. I remember visiting Sapphire and her husband with Fahmeen and Ivar. We took that boat, which he sailed. The pain makes my heart pound so loud I can't hear Peta speak anymore.

"Daisy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry if I said something wrong."

Composing myself, I practice the breathing I taught myself for this exact situation.

"No this was what I needed. Thank you Peta." I hand him a few coins I could find, and ignore his resistance. Breathing in deep, I watched the sea, determined.