Hallbjorn enjoyed the little kisses and the scraping of Kara's fangs that teased before the deed itself. He closed his eyes and waited, every second a delicious bit of anticipation and her attention. Then her fangs slowly sunk into his flesh and his blood surged to fill her mouth. Each time her mouth sucked he felt pleasure lance through his entire body. He exhaled a fierce breath through his flared nostrils. He locked his knees in preparation of reaching the peak of pleasure that would arrive. He could feel Kara grinding and rubbing herself against him and liked it.<br/><br/>The man gave a long, low moan as the orgasm hit him. It came in waves and his body trembled with each one, shaking at what he was feeling. He held Kara fast to him and there was no worry that he would fall or drop her despite the strength of the pleasured release her body brought to him.<br/><br/>She kissed him, and Hallbjorn kissed her back. It was a tender kiss and Hallbjorn enjoyed that tenderness with her. It was not something that he imagined having with a female. As she did not feel the need to unwind her limbs from him, he felt no need to let her go. Hallbjorn shook his head when she spoke. He wanted to show, not tell. He carried her down into the basement, walking down a long flight of stairs that carried them underground. The basement area was just as sparse as the upper floors, and showed visible evidence of being strongly reinforced. He came to a large door, as one would find on a bank vault, and he placed his palm on a scanner. The device analyzed his palm print, and chimed at a positive match. There was the sound of weights moving and sliding within the walls and the vault door opened to admit them.<br/><br/>Within were several chambers filled with riches. There was one room filled to the ceiling with bars of solid gold and platinum. Another was filled with ancient weapons that thrummed with power. Another room had esoteric objects, such as what looked like the skin of a giant lizard whose scales were made of incandescent sapphire, a crystal skull, and orange and red feathers each a foot long.<br/><br/>But Hallbjorn carried her past these things and brought her into one room. There were old viking things in this room: drinking horns rimmed with silver, ancient banners and shields preserved against the ages, and the like. There was a stand with several stacks of ancient coins from ancient kingdoms laid out in display. Near it was another display with ancient jewelry from the early viking period. It was this stand that Hallbjorn approached.<br/><br/>He raised the glass cover over the display gently and reverently with a single hand. He gazed upon a brass Mjolnir charm for a time. This was an old thing, and from Hallbjorn's glimpsed memory it could be recognized as a thing he wore when he was a boy. Then he grasped a simple ring of gold and drew it out of the display, replacing the glass. The ring remained clean and lustrous, its shine wanting only for lack of polish over many long years. It was a sign of its purity, but otherwise, it was not really anything special to look at it. It had no engravings, markings, or embellishments to set it apart or distinguish it as a piece. It was a simple band, just slightly too large to sit comfortably on any of Kara's fingers.<br/><br/>"This ring is my gift to you." Hallbjorn told Kara, holding it before her eyes. He looked down at it, and the gaze carried the memory of centuries past. "King Ragnar gave this ring to me. It is the first spoil from raiding I ever earned, and I have kept it with me since I was thirteen." His gaze rose from the ring to Kara's eyes. Really, all of his wealth was now for her, to provide for her and spoil her. He wondered if she would be disappointed he did not give her something grander, such a necklace of platinum with diamonds the size of hen's eggs that was on display in a different room.