Lord of Fjords – the Ancient Lord of the Fjords

Deep within the northern fjords lives an ancient being that is neither human nor god. His body was shaped by icy waters, towering mountains and centuries of raging storms and relentless waves. The Lord of the Fjords approaches slowly, almost reverently. He does not pursue. He does not force.

When his cold, wet hand touches you, your muscles tense. Perhaps you could still run. Yet the desire to become the lady of the fjords burns hotter within you than the frost of his body – a body filled with ancient power that you are now preparing to tame.

Your skin shivers, and your breathing turns into slow, broken gasps. The touch that first felt tense and cold gradually becomes warmer and wetter as he carries you away like the unrelenting waves of the fjords.

He draws you deeper and deeper until you can no longer tell where the frozen sea ends and where the pleasure spreading through your body begins.