The sensation of Kara's fangs slowly scraping along his skin thrilled Hallbjorn in a way that he did not know was possible and was in no way prepared for. His eyelids slammed shut and his nostrils flared as he fought back against a surge of pleasure that battered against him with primal, elemental force. It threatened to overwhelm him, and it brought to mind the force of the berserker rage. What Kara did to him threatened to make him lose control as much as going berserker had once. How curious that a woman scarcely more than a score old should have much power over him - perhaps more! - than the god-given rage that was the birthright of Berserkers.<br/><br/>Her tongue felt good as well, and it kept fresh in his mind the teasing sharpness of her fangs with its contrasting softness.<br/><br/>"It is my fault, Kara. I caused this in you." The man said, taking responsibility and feeling foolish. He should not have kissed her. He should have known that during her transition it would take so very little to spark her to great need. Virtually all immortals had heightened sexual appetite during their transition to immortality.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn lifted Kara up, holding her to his chest. He took her back inside, closing the sliding door behind them but not bothering with the curtain. The large man carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, resting above her on her knees. When she was on her back he kissed her lips, brushing his slowly and gently against hers at first for a few passes, then keeping them together. One hand supported his weight while the other hand moved to bunch up her dress, pulling the front above her knees higher still until it was above her waist. That large hand splayed over her exposed stomach, skin on skin, and softly stroked at her body.<br/><br/>"You must keep your hands above my waist. My chest, shoulders, or face only, female." The man said in a strong tone that he had never used with her before. It was controlling, domineering. His words were hot breaths against her lips and spoken with the raw difficulty he had keeping himself in control.<br/><br/>His lips moved and he kissed her cheeks before returning to her lips. When he returned to her lips, each time it was with a more firm, deeper kiss. His tongue teased at her lips each time he returned, but he did not try to steal into her mouth yet. The hand at her stomach slowly moved down, but because Hallbjorn's hand was so large it did not matter all that it was not a quick advance: his big hand was between her thighs in no time at all. His large fore and middle finger stroked at the lips of her sex through the fabric of her underwear, the touch gentle but sure. His thumb found her clitoris and gently circled it while his fingers stroked her nether lips, working to soothe the ache that he had forced upon her.<br/><br/>His tongue eventually worked between her lips, seeking her tongue out. He brushed it against hers experimentally and in an exploratory manner at first, gradually taking things further and stroking her tongue sensually with his own. His breathing was deeper than normal, but he was not out of control at the moment.