After Hallbjorn released her, Kara's knees slipped off the bed until she was bent over the edge. It took her a few moments to catch her breath, and she had barely recovered from her orgasm when his hand slapped down on her behind. The feel of that smack dragged a groan from her throat. It was sinful just how much she enjoyed him spanking her. It caused the bell to ring, and Kara knew that any time she heard a bell in the future, she'd think of this night.<br/><br/>She quickly scrambled up to Hallbjorn's lap, where she straddled his thighs. Kara's hands clenched his shirt tightly when he wetted his pinky finger with his mouth. Her eyes grew wide as he lowered it to touch her little pink star. Kara's berserker was nowhere near done with her, and all she could do was hold on to him. That finger teasing her tight little hole had Kara whimpering with need. Her body was already winding up and needing more of him.<br/><br/>Slowly, she relaxed against Hallbjorn's chest. Her cheek rested over his heart, and her body seemed to melt. When he began to press the tip of his finger inside of her, Kara felt a surge of pleasure that was so sharp that her body jolted. She heard a ripping sound, and when she looked at Hallbjorn's chest it was bare, with the remnants of his shirt and undershirt still clenched in her fists.<br/><br/>Kara would have questioned how she'd done that, but then Hallbjorn was pressing his finger deeper inside of her. Her forehead rested on his chest as she felt everything he was doing to her. Each time she felt that it was too much, that she couldn't take anymore, he gave her body time to adjust.<br/><br/>Her small pink star was incredibly tight around his finger, and as her sex pulsed, it did as well. Hallbjorn's finger was stretching her wider and giving her a sensation of wonderful fullness. Kara's hands reached up to grip his shoulders, but the rest of her body was utterly relaxed. Her hot breath fanned over his chest, and every sound of pleasure she made was muffled against his skin. She had never imagined anything could feel so good as what he was doing to her.<br/><br/>After a very long time, she felt his knuckles against her body. Kara looked up into Hallbjorn's eyes. Her own eyes were a glowing, burning amber. Her plump lips were parted as she panted, and her face was flushed from her earlier release, and from the tremendous tension and pressure building up into a tight coil of pleasure within her.<br/><br/>His words elicited a visceral reaction from Kara. Her fangs grew and her tight little bottom clenched his finger fiercely. Logically she didn't know how she'd take him there, but logic had nothing to do with the aching need she felt for what he described. “I want that Hallbjorn. I need to feel your body claim mine in all ways.”<br/><br/>Then his finger was moving again, and Kara could not think or speak. Her face pressed against his chest once more, and she gave herself over to the exquisite feeling of his finger moving in and out of her. As he thrust his finger faster, her nails dug into his shoulders, and her cries of mounting pleasure made it impossible for her to hear the bell ringing.<br/><br/>Kara was so close, so incredibly close. Her forehead creased and her breath began ragged. Her toes were already curling, and she was right on the cusp. She was sure the next thrust would send her over the edge. Only, it didn't come. Kara sat there in shock, aroused out of her mind, and not understanding what Hallbjorn was doing to her.<br/><br/>Again he worked her to the precipice, and it felt as if that coil of delicious need inside of her grew tighter. Kara was so aroused, her sex so wet, that it soaked through Hallbjorn's pants where she sat. Her body tensed, and she knew her release would be powerful. But then Hallbjorn stopped again.<br/><br/>Kara lost track of how many times he tortured her like this. Her sobs of need turned into screams of near release, only to be denied by Hallbjorn time and time again. She lifted her face to him, revealing the anguish she was in, and then saw his arrogant smile. This was no hidden smile, or an inkling of one. This was her man smiling fully, even if it was the most wicked of smiles.<br/><br/>She would have rejoiced, if she could have formed any coherent thought. One thing she did know was that if she bit him, if she drank his blood, she would find the release she so desperately needed. Her mouth lowered to his nipple, and she scraped her fang along the sensitive flesh, but stopped herself before she went any further.<br/><br/>Kara wanted Hallbjorn to give this to her. She wanted to deserve it, and not steal it. She turned her face up towards his again and begged, “Please, oh god, please, Hallbjorn. Please.”