Page 3 of Her World In His Hands

She shook her head. “No, I have met many of Gods, each seeking to use my gift as a volva.”

Now that did surprise him, but then he realised it shouldn’t, for he knew the Gods to be notoriously secretive and competitive, playing games of one-upmanship on a regular basis.

“And did you help them?” He was interested to know.

She shrugged. “I don’t think they truly understand how my gift works. I don’t truly understand it myself.”

“So, this giantess, you think she will be a threat to me?” he asked, casting her an indulgent smile. After all, what harm could a mere giantess bring to him, the great God Njord?

“I do not see the whole picture in my visions; I see flashes from the future combined with a powerful intuition. In your case, you will betray the one you love with a beautiful giantess.”

Her stony-faced reply surprised him. There was no one he loved, not yet and he told her so.

Sassa tossed her head disdainfully. “My visions have never deceived me.”

“There is always a first time,” he teased.

Glowering at him, she pointed to the door. “I think you’d better leave.”

Pondering his next move, he concluded it might be best to go and give her time to reflect. “Very well, but first allow me a kiss to show there is no ill will between us.” He agreed.

Regarding him shyly from beneath her lashes, he noted the pink flush which tinged her pretty cheeks.

“Come Sassa, I only wish to share a single kiss, no more than that, I promise,” he cajoled.

“I am a maid,” she explained softly.

Standing he drew her to her feet, the disparity in their size moved him. She was so small and fragile. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb swept over the bow of her lips, then he lowered his mouth to meet hers. Softly she parted under his passionate insistence allowing him entry to her mouth where his passionate press morphed into an urgent mating of tongues.

A half sigh, half moan mingled with her breath.

The taste of her became addictive and all encompassing. He who had kissed hundreds, nay thousands, of women in his charmed, immortal life, had no previous experience of a female affecting him in such a profound way. Drawing back abruptly he left. Aspirating, he returned to safety and the world of deities he understood.

The heated supportof his muscular body vanished leaving her bereft and alone; Sassa staggered and caught the table edge, steadying herself, wishing for the billionth time that her mother still lived. She so needed her advice…

The fact that she was already half in love with Njord did not surprise her, for was that not ordained by the Gods, and expected of mere mortals? The vision regarding him concerned her, for what if it were she… The one that Njord was destined to betray? Surely not? Gods did not fall in love with their subjects, did they? “Oh Mother, what would you advise me to do?” she wondered aloud. The silence stretched. Sassa laid her head on her arms and wept tears of regret and confusion, sometimes she hated her gift.

CHAPTERTWO

Determinedto stay away from the perplexing woman, Njord couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. She filled his mind day and night. Restlessly, he wondered what she was doing and worried that the man who’d pestered and intimidated her before might have returned. A respite to his anxiousness was the echoing call from a distressed whale pod, parents and a calf. Foreign sailors had caught the calf in their nets. Arriving amidst the chaos, he discovered the vessel was indeed a whaler, and far from home. Giving a twirl of his wrist, he conjured a mighty storm.

Rising from the water until he towered above the vessel, and ripped the netting from the ships side to free the calf. Filling his lungs, Njord blew the craft back across the ocean whence it had come.

Sinking below the waves, he issued forth calming vibes, surrounding the whale pod to help them feel secure, and left them to recover from their ordeal. Shifting into the merman shape he used for swimming Njord, swam into the mouth of the fjord heading for Sassa’s home shore.

He watchedfrom the shadows as she completed her daily tasks. She collected a wooden pail and headed for the water’s edge. Stealthily he followed, wrapped in his cloak of shadows. Lowering the pail, she filled it to the brim and set it aside. Glancing about her, he worried she must have detected his presence, but after perusing the area, she bent and reached for the hem of her gown, drawing it up and over her head revealing her nakedness.

He gasped at her beauty, the creamy unflawed skin of her high breasts tipped with rose pink nipples, the gold thatch betwixt her thighs, and finally her shapely legs which carried her eagerly into the clear shallows with such grace. Blood rushed directly to his cock, which swelled rapidly.

Watching her swim, he swiftly plunged in after her, transforming instantly into his merman form. Gliding over to her, he shrugged away his concealing shadows and emerged by her side. At first, she balked at seeing him there but as he splashed her playfully with his tail and frolicked in front of her, she giggled and reached to stroke his scaly fins.

Capturing her to him, she placed her hands on his broad shoulders. He bent his head to hers, their lips met. The blood rushed in his ears as he kissed her hungrily, it was as if a year had passed and not a few days since last they’d met. Finally, he tore himself from her tempting mouth.

“I am taking you to visit Asgard.”

In a flash they were inside his magnificent palace of gold and silver.

“Where am I? she asked confused, an expression of astonishment on her face.

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