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Romeo's Lament Ch. 01

By: Lord_Tom_Byron



Like so many chance encounters we met without any intention or inclination of what would come. What else is there to do when you meet someone for the first time but to strike up conversation and slowly wade your fingertips in the in the water of their personality. Her smile and her laugh were chords of joy played upon my heart but the melody was the song with a voice that made angels cry in jubilation.

Before dawn could rob the stars of their glory, a part of me was taken and freely given in the breath of a moment. By the light of day I had meant to replace the night's fancy with the days tedium but I was haunted by the memory of her.

We met the next night in a dream, reclining in an autumn painted orchard by a river bed. On a quilted blanket of down we held each other without restraint, lost in each others gaze that we had dared not fall prey to in waking hours. For when else but in the forgiving shrouds of dream can one hope to know such perfection without the threat of madness. A timeless passage of hours held me within those eyes until I died to be born anew.

My hand brushed hers and made a slow, deliberate ascension along her forearm and passed her elbow where my fingertips could grace to the soft parts of her flesh where the joints met. Cupping her shoulder I dared the first kiss and drank of her lips as if they were ripened fruit. My breath failed me as if being expelled to make room for the passion that was swelling within me. When she returned the kiss I was filled with her breath, exchanged for my own and we collided as one.

Her hands on me anchored my soul to my flesh at the same time her kiss set my spirit off in flickering sparks, her nails drawing crimson lines across my back in a rich tapestry of her need.

My hands ran greedily over every curve and crevice wanting desperately to hold all of her at once. I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers and planted open-mouthed kisses down her neck and passed her torso where I found a mouth that I could kiss deeply enough to satisfy my need. With each descending kiss I licked her skin in anticipation until I found my head cradled by her thighs.

I brushed the full length of her lips wth my thumb lightly enough to tease but with enough pressure to open them, then a soft kiss on her clitoris to begin. My tongue followed the path made by my thumb, giving special attention to her swelling nub. Her heels dug in to my back as her whole body tensed and a soft moan started to rise in her throat.

Her fingers made there way through my hair, her nails drawing lines on my scalp before pulling up with two fistfuls of hair while using her calves to pull me closer to her. My enthusiasm multiplied under her forceful instruction, my tongue moving faster and deeper while my fingers kneaded and clawed at her hips and thighs. I hummed and growled in to her venus mound with unchecked ferocity, determined to taste the nectar that had not yet been released.

She thrust herself in to face again and again as her vocal cues became breathy and more frequent. I twisted enough to get a couple of fingers inside her without ceasing my kiss. Now inside my fingers reached up behind her clit and rubbed that spot that would ensure her release. Then it happened and her body quaked and shivered, at least one of her hands shot up to stifle the surprised scream came as I quickened my oral affection after each cascading orgasm. 

At a time of my choosing, when her panting breath told me she'd had enough, I knelt before her and raised her ankles above my head. My hunger for her was not sated by mouth but merely channeled in to my throbbing sex. It took only a moment to place the head of my lust at her opening then a single thrust and we were as close as we'd ever be.

With one ankle in each hand, I held her legs open and pushed through her with even and measured thrusts. Her muscles clenched around my girth and she looked in to my eyes with a furious need to have me increase my pace. The pleasure of my actions was matched only by the sensation of control I was exercising, watching as her breaths matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

As my need for her overcame my control I placed the palms of my hands on the ground on either side of her and with her knees over my shoulders, I began to pound my flesh in to hers hard and fast. Broken whimpers filled the afternoon air above the baritone grunts of my own exertion.Her building excitement contracted again, this time coaxing the ultimate release of my own passion.

The dawn found me brimming with emotions and sensations I had never conceived before, haunted by the memory of her presence. Wet dream aside, talking with her and losing myself in her eyes filled a space in my heart that I hadn't known was there before and now the distinct emptiness without her their to fill it was maddening.

Who but one that has experienced such a brand of passion, that fills you to the brink of perfect bliss and leaves you aware of its absence when gone, can understand these chains that tethered me to her so unwaveringly. I had no choice but to win her affection or face the rest of my days with a mediocre echo of what I knew love could be.

Romeo's Lament Ch. 02



The dream was so real that it hung on to the back of my eyes long after dawn had stolen my respite. Who was this person that so completely possessed my heart and my soul, I had to know her. She worked in a local coffee house peddling caffeine to the sluggish masses. This much I had learned in the brief time we had already spent together so it was there that I found her.

As I walked in the smell of freshly ground coffee beans awakened my senses and eased the tension in my muscles. I saw her almost instantly as she served a hot beverage to what was obviously a regular patron while exchanging familiar pleasantries.

Waiting patiently, I collected my thoughts and decided on a seasonally flavored coffee. Her eyes light up in recognition as she saw me. "Hey stranger?"

"Hello again. Can I get a peppermint mocha?"

"Sure. Did you know I worked here?" She began preparing my order as we continued to talk.

"You told me that night at the party, I figured that I could pick up my coffee here and share the pleasure of your company as well." She smiled at my flirtation and returned my gaze as she handed me my drink. "You know we really should do something about this stranger business, I am not at all satisfied with such a level of acquaintance with one such as yourself."     

She declined to accept payment. "This one's on me. What did you have in mind?" She leaned over the counter a bit and the smile in her eyes shook me to the core.

"Let me take you out to a movie tonight, there's that vampire film you had said you wanted to see."

"I don't know..."

"I'll meet you there, we'll take our own cars, just a movie I promise." I held my smile and her gaze until she agreed. I had done it, she had agreed to let me take her out and so must have some interest in me. It wasn't making love by the river but it was a start.

After the movie we spent over two hours talking in her car, it was the beginning of a roller-coaster ride of rising passions. Each time we shared the pieces of our lives over casual conversation we grew closer first by inches then feet and miles. The more I learned the more I wanted to know and the harder it became to part from her. 

Logically I knew that it was all happening too fast to be real and yet my heart has always had the better part of control, a fact that I refuse to apologize for.

Our affair was one of the heart and of the purest kind for we had barely touched and were swimming in a wellspring of emotion between us. Not to discount the furious physical desire that we felt but it was secondary to the love that permeated the space between us.

As we became closer my dreams continued only not quite in the same fashion as before. Dreams of an ancient past where the two of them wore different lives.



At the foot of snow capped mountains a tribe of Norsemen readied to march south where the death of a high chieftain had left previously united tribes warring to find a new leader. Folkvar, hefted is battle axe to feel its familiar weight in his hand while smiling. From across the hut, came the call of his wife, her own gaiety lilting her voice. "I know that look, it brings fear to your enemies and heat to my loins..."

Dropping his axe to the ground, he spun and charged to scoop her up in his battle ripened arms. His blond mane matched hers in color and thickness as he pressed his forehead against hers and their faces were curtained in gold. "Gudrun my love..." He kissed her with a deep and unyielding passion. His underclothes were easily pushed aside by her eager and nimble hands.

Finding him ready, she stroked his length with one hand and reach for his pectoral with the other. The heat that swelled between them melted their tension and and quieted their troubles while coiling and contracting their need. She guided the head of him to her moistened lips where her wet heat told him she was ready.

Her bed-gown came away with a single tug and he lifted her to the table. The scruff of his cheek tickled her neck as he kissed, licked, and nibbled at her skin there, amid animalistic grunts of excess. When he pushed the entire length of himself inside her, she squealed and bit his earlobe.

She sat on the end of the table and wrapped her legs around his waist, straining to encompass the girth of his upper arms with her hands as she rocked up and down on his pulsating member.

As her breath became labored and fast, he increased his ferocity, raking his fingertips across her body and howled in to the quiet of the dawn as he emptied his seed in to her. She relished in the sensation of his orgasm and then rubbed herself on the still hard length of him until she reached her own release.

Opening her eyes, she found him staring in to them with such love and compassion that they both lost a handful of moments in their full-body embrace. She balled her right fist and slugged his left shoulder. "Get off you brute or the battle will be over before you draw a weapon..." She pushed him off and he laughed from deep in his chest.

"...Alright my thorny flower, I know how much you like to prove your mettle." He lifted his clothes and armor from beside the table as she huuried in the next room to dress herself. 

As Folkvar adorned his battle clothes he swelled with pride at the thought of his woman fighting by his side again, she was as good a warrior as she was a lover but years of peace had robbed them of half of what they were. He had respected Graewulf but a warrior grows restless during an uneasy peace.

Gudrun sauntered out from the back of the hut in full battle dress with a spear in hand and a short sword



Romeo's Lament Ch. 03



The early winter chill was heavy upon the land as soldiers charged at each other from all sides with weapons drawn and the battle-lust thick in their blood. Folkvar swung his axe with demonic precision, cleaving through armor, flesh and bone of his fellow Norsemen.

Prowess and the ability to dominate the other tribes would be found on the battlefield and under new leadership, the tribes would again be united. Treachery and murder had deposed the previous chieftain and now the edge of a northern blade would decide his replacement.

A worthy adversary turned upon being hit with Folkvar's axe and fell a top of it, ripping it from his hands. Deprived of his weapon, he lunged at the next attacker wrestling away a spear and turning it on its previous owner.

The din and clamor of weapons over the war-cries filled the air amid the steam rising from the freshly bloodied wounds of the dying. A towering hulk of a man with red locks and a full beard brought his sword down on the unarmed Folkvar with a terrible force from overhead.

Only the metal grieves that covered his forearm kept the blow from sending him to Valhalla's gates. A second and third strike were turned away before the armor split and bit in to Folkvar's skin but at that strike his hand found his attackers wrist and crushed it in his powerful grip.

The sword fell and Folkvar sent a rising knee into the redhead's solar-plexus, sending him to his back. It took only a moment to retrieve the sword and drive it in to his enemy's throat before twisting it to dislodge the head.

To his left, Folkvar looked to see Gudrun retracting her sword from one man's chest before using it to cleave the skull of another. Her howl, like the piercing screech of a bird of prey had drawn his attention. Admiring her fury and precision, he took his battle won sword and charged to her side, discarding the ruined grieve as he did so.

Gudrun was magnificent as she slew one after another of any unfortunate enough to cross her path. From unseen origin, a spear bit clean through her armor, flesh and bone but the shock of this weapon staring at her from the opening in her chest was not enough to slow her onslaught of warriors.

Even as Folkvar cried out in agony at the death blow he witnessed taking his wife, he could not help but swell with pride at her unchecked valor. A few warriors attempted to bar his path from his dying wife but they were cut down like stalks of wheat. Painted in the blood and bits of gore of his fallen adversaries, he reached her side as she fell to the ground.

Her glazing eyes looked up at her husbands face, pressing her palm into his jaw in a last gesture of love before she fell through the veil of Midgard. Folkvar kissed her lips before rising in silent vow that she would be avenged.

I awoke in a cold sweat that was too frightening to accept, my heart was broken and my veins were filled a fiery rage, a cold shower later I was still shaking. After my first cup of coffee I started to feel a bit more grounded and when I saw the good morning text on my phone that I had become accustomed to receiving over the last few weeks, a smile came and melted away my lingering fear.

Through electronic messages we had remained in almost constant contact, posing questions to learn more about each other, expressing emotional attachment for one another, and occasionally teasing with hints at our sexual appetites. It was an ever building fire that we stoked with words and kisses but had restrained ourselves in the effort to make the culmination of our passion that much sweeter.

Her kiss was like no other, soft and yielding as rose petals with all the heat and passion born from need. Our hands served to draw each other in deeper as if we were both frightened that the other may try to pull away at any moment.

After a while my hand found its way to the decadent heat between her legs where I rubbed and pressed against to the sound of her appreciative whimpers. One night she was wearing a skirt, so to show her what we were waiting for I lifted it and kissed her pubic mouth with all the enthusiasm I had previously shown.

That night I kissed her more deeply than ever before, my lips pressed into her nether-mouth, my tongue dancing over the soft and sweet folds as if only the nectar from her Venus Mound could satiate the maddening hunger that burned within. I sucked and licked and kissed between the growls that escaped from the back of my throat and gave away my enthusiasm.

She twisted and writhed, giving herself over to my kiss and muttering half-understood praises between panting moans. She pulled my hair and rocked my head against her thrusting pubis. Her moans increased in time with my growls as I pressed deeper and deeper within her. My tongue dipped and lapped and flicked savoring the sweet and tangy flavor of her deepest flesh.

When her screams and change of breath told me that she had come I relented the ferocity of my kiss but was reluctant to cease it altogether. I gently caressed her hips and legs with lingering fingertips that were far too happy with the joy they'd found. She drew my attention with proclamations of my expertise and I found my way into a parallel embrace, losing myself in the hunger of her eyes.

Laying together, dressed in little more than our desire for each other, we aimlessly explored the contours of our bodies. Once her hand found its way around my erect shaft, she held it in a firm grip that squeezed and stroked but never let go. I kissed her neck and her shoulders as she worked me into a slow frenzy.

I wrestled with the animalistic hunger that pawed under my skin, itching to get out. In a single decisive moment she mounted me, placing my dick within her dripping pussy with ferocious ownership. She fucked me then, bearing down on me with parted lips and determined thrusts. I'd never felt anything like her before; her velvet glove gripped my cock like a vice, her hips met mine in a hypnotic rhythm that wove a spell, and she rode me like my cum was her only chance of salvation...

Amid our rocking and panting, she whispered her intentions into the dark while clawing at my torso in reckless abandon. I kneaded and pulled at her ass as if it would somehow let me in deeper and I cried out her name mixed with some base demands that she continue what she was doing to me.

When it happened it was as if every cell my body poured some of itself into her. I growled, moaned, and shook as she delighted in her conquest of me. Looking up at her self-satisfied grin as she bit her lower lip, I did the only thing I had strength for, I pulled her down to kiss her.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, tracing invisible lines across our naked skin with our fingertips. I watched her chest rise and fall with her breath before drifting off myself with the realization that I was now and forever completely in love with this woman.



Romeo's Lament Ch. 04



The cadence and din of battle was fresh and pulsing as Folkvar arose from the earth and found himself shrouded in mists. He could no longer feel the pang of physical exertion in his muscles but the rush of his blood still sung in his veins. In the distance he saw a rider coming out of the haze, he quickly saw that the rider was distinctly female though it was impossible to see her clearly. Her body was shuffled ever closer by the trot of her steed and every time a new shaft of light hit her she appeared different, as if all at once she was; blonde, brunette, redheaded, raven-haired, slim, athletic, voluptuous, and always beautiful.

When she reached his side and leaned down to take his hand he recognized her as one of Freya's Valkyrie, who usher the fallen from the battlefield to Valhalla, Folkvar took her hand without fear and rode with her through the mists and over a multicolored bridge in the sky.

He had fallen as Gudrun had fallen, at the point of battle heated steel and now he would be reunited with his wife in Odin's hall. The splendor of the golden hall laid spread out before him like the richest of battle camps. Warriors from every Nordic shore hefted and played with the finest weapons ever held by god or man. Horns of mead slaked the thirsts of combatants that died at each other's hands but now stood as brothers under Odin's banner.

At a far end of the hall, Folkvar saw the unmistakable beauty of his lost love being lead away by a flock of Valkyrie. He broke into a full sprint but was halted by the crossed spears of two who held him back while the others vanished with Gudrun around and unseen corner.

"What madness is this? Step aside or be moved by force." Before he had a moment to act or think on his threat, the Valkyrie where replaced by a man of towering iron muscle, a full mane of hair and beard and one piercing eye.

There could be no doubt that Folkvar stood before the All-father, Odin himself. Though his rage was cooled by the honor of facing his god, Folkvar held his ground and his conviction. "All-father, my wife..."

"Has proven herself most valiantly on the battlefield this day and has been selected to join the ranks of Freya's Valkyrie"

"No! I avenged her death and followed her across the rainbow bridge in like valor; she must be mine in Valhalla as she was in Midgard. By right or by steel I must have her." The passion in his heart outweighed any reverence or caution as he pressed forward with his hand fast apon the handle of his sword.

Odin's grip on his fabled spear tightened and his eye peered deep into the soul of this Norseman who dared to challenge him. "I rule the halls of Valhalla...you would do wise to remember that" Folkvar gave no ground but braced his stance. at this the All-father smiled and clasped his open hand on the shoulder of the Viking.

"Your heart and your spirit honor the love that you shared but this is another life and her path has veered differently than yours."

A terrible weight pulled his heart from his chest and tears of rage welled at his eyes. "Then send us back, return us to Midgard for the chance to find each other again."

A grin stole across the war-god's face "What if she does not share your wish to be reborn?"

"Let me ask her, All-father. If I cannot convince her to go with me then you may return me to the mortal realm on my own where I will have a chance to forget what I will have lost."

The wargod stepped aside and Folkvar rushed after the Valkyrie to reclaim his love and in his haste, the Viking did not see the god's grim smirk as he as he allowed him to pass.

As he laid hands upon Gudrun, the shifting appearance that make the Valkyrie appear as every woman men have ever desired was already taking hold. "Gudrun, my love I am here..."

Her eyes turned to look on him but seemed only to do so through an unseen myst. Her lips were frozen and though her eyes saw him, they showed no recognition. Her husband shook her by her arms and then touched her cheek and neck with one hand while holding her arm fast with the other.

Fear touched his heart as he suspected that his request was only honored because of its futility. "My love..." In a final act that would serve to either call her back to him or shatter the final remnants of his fractured heart.

He kissed her, tasting her mouth and her breath as if for the last time. Soft and slow, he savored her lips like the last meal of a condemned man while reaching around her neck to pull her in closer.

In a most glorious turn, her tongue responded to him and she returned his kiss. Tears welled at his eyes as his enthusiasm surged and her hands clasped at his back, pulling his whole body into their kiss.

As I awoke from my dream, I reached over to lay a hand on her naked and sleeping form with new understanding. She was the one I had fought and died for, defied a god for, and returned from the dead for. My unequaled passion for her, the inexhaustible love that permeated my soul, it all made perfect sense now.

My fingertips traced the curves of her flesh as she rose and fell to the rhythm of her breath which quickened only a little as I gently pried her legs open. My hand slid up past her calf and across her inner thigh right to those soft velvet lips.

There was quiet warmth spilling from my heart that guided my gentle but firm attention. With two fingers I lightly massaged her pubic mound until she began to stir and let out a whisper of a moan. Feeling the heat of her arousal at my touch, I kissed her clit and licked my way inside her. Reaching the sweet tang within, my pulse quickened and my feeding upon her became impassioned. My hands kneaded and pulled at her hips as I gave in to my hunger and lapped at her delectable insides.

Her body arched and writhed against my kiss and her hands began raking through my hair as consciousness came with a song of moans. Her legs were coiled over my shoulders and around my torso, pinning me to her sex as her body rode waves of arousal. I moaned into her, unable to check my brimming pleasure at the taste of her.

When she came into my mouth it was with a rolling scream, peppered with laughter as she sat up straight and lifted me from her lap to look into my eyes with a decadent smile. I smirked at her and pushed her back down on the bed and lifted her ankles to rest upon my shoulders. Her smile widened as I pushed the full length of my engorged flesh inside her.

Holding her legs against me I rocked into her, lifting her hips with mine on every thrust. Her hands spread out to her sides and gripped the mattress, bracing her body as I moved within her. Every push dug deeper and her muscles clamped tighter as my hands pulled her closer again and again.

My eyes fell into hers amid the rhythm of our lovemaking, a tidal wave of passion rising within me. My love dripped from me, having exceeded the confines of my physical form and I professed it with the sanctity of her name.

At the apex of my fury I howled into the morning as I erupted deep within her. Pushing her legs down to either side of me, I fell upon her chest and cradled her neck. "I have crossed oceans of time to hold you in my arms and my love for you will outlast eternity."