Hallbjorn handed over the soap when Kara asked for it, placing it in her outstretched hand. Then he watched her clean him and touch her fill. It felt nice to have her small hands on him. There was a lot of him to touch and Kara seemed intent on not leaving any part of him ignored or bereft of her touch. The time she spent enjoying herself was not time that Hallbjorn begrudged her. He cooperated with her when the need arose so that she could have the experience that she desired.<br/><br/>When she slid back, he could tell that she was preparing to touch the parts of him that were purely male. Kara looked up at him, and delivered her soft admission. It pleased him to know that no other man had touched her like he had and that she had never been with one. He knew that her friends had teased her about that. It did not really hinder Hallbjorn's enjoyment of things that Kara was not a practiced master of a thousand liaisons. It was not as though he were a professional, conqueror of a thousand women's beds. They pleased each other and that was enough, was it not?<br/><br/>He reassured her softly. "I will." The large man told her. There was not really any danger of her doing it wrong. It being too much though . . . there was a very real danger of that. Her small, sudsy hands went beneath the water and found his thick length. Any touch of hers there was going to be arousing, and Hallbjorn's body tensed with how difficult it was not to let it become too much and lose himself in what her touch did to him. He breathed more heavily and his heart beat faster.<br/><br/>When she looked up at him with worry, there was a part of Hallbjorn that liked to see that. It was terrible of him, but gods help him, there it was. Hallbjorn raised a hand and cupped Kara's cheek. "It will not be easy. I will prepare you to receive me and be very and slow at first." The large man told her. Even if she were fully immortal it would be a very tight fit for her to take him inside her body. But it was possible. "Fate would not bring us together if we were not a match." The man assured his mate. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed the softness of her cheek.<br/><br/>"What are you going to wear today?" The Berserker asked, easing the subject to something less tense but no less interesting to him.