A Writer's Transmigration into the world of fantasy-Chapter 81: Qin Wei’s past life memory (Part-5)

After a long pause, she spoke again, her voice soft yet inquisitive. "If you don’t like Mt. Olympus, why not choose Asgard then?" she asked, her tone sincere. "Everyone here likes you. You’ve proven yourself as a warrior. Your strength, your skill—people compare you to the likes of Thor and Baldr. You can have a bright future here."

Icarus raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly toward her, his lips curling into a teasing grin. "Is that really what you want to talk about in private, dragging me all the way to the place no one is around?" he asked, his voice laced with playful mockery. "I was expecting something a little more... exciting."

Eir blushed slightly at his teasing, her gaze flickering to the ground before she met his eyes again, trying to keep her composure. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice a bit unsure now, though still curious.

Icarus chuckled, his tone was half-serious, half-joking as he leaned closer to her. "I don’t know," he slurred, "Maybe, it’s because you are beautiful, and it is my last night here. And the fact that you kept on glancing at me at the table earlier. I thought you hated me, though, you have this intense glare. But I just realized you don’t. So, maybe... I’m hoping some romantic words that might tempt me..."

Eir’s eyes widened in surprise at his words, her heart skipping a beat. She looked away for a moment, feeling heat in her chest, unsure of how to respond to his sudden boldness. He doesn’t look anything like the shy boy at the table at all. He knows everything.

"Icarus," she murmured, her voice a little breathless, "you’re drunk."

He shrugged nonchalantly, his grin never fading. "So, what if I’m drunk? Does it change anything?"

There was a brief silence between them as Eir stared at him, as she found herself thrown off balance by the young man standing before her. Icarus’s charm, his easy confidence, and the spark in his eyes seemed to pull her in, even though she knew she should hold back.

Then, as Sif’s words echoed in her head, Eir shut her eyes and muttered. "Forget it... I’ll go along with my instincts..."

"Hmm?" Icarus blinked at her, wondering what she was saying. But, before he could ask, Eir looked back at him and rolled around, throwing herself on top of him, and leaning toward the kiss.

Under the vast, star-studded sky, the cool night air whispered through the grassy slope.

Icarus, his tall frame glistening with sweat, was behind Eir, the Norse goddess of healing. Both were naked, their bodies pressed together on the soft grass. Icarus’s strong hands gripped her hips, his blue eyes focused on the rhythm of his thrusts.

Eir moaned, her head thrown back, her silver hair cascading down her back. "Harder, Icarus," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and demand.

Icarus obliged, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deeper.

"Aah~" "Aah~" "Aah~"

Eir’s moans grew louder, her body arching to meet his every thrust.

"Oh, gods," she cried out, her nails digging into the grass. "You feel so good inside me."

Icarus groaned, his hands moving to her mounds, his fingers teasing her peaks. Eir moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. "Icarus," she panted, "don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."

Icarus’s grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, their light illuminating the couple beneath.

Eir’s body began to tense, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. "Icarus," she moaned, "I’m close. So close."

Icarus’s movements became faster, his hips thrusting against hers with a fierce intensity. Eir’s moans filled the chilly night air, her body convulsing around him as she reached her climax. "Icarus!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the valley.

Icarus groaned, his own release following hers. He collapsed on top of her, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. They lay like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.

Eir turned to him, her eyes meeting his. She smiled, her hand reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. "That was... incredible," she murmured.

Icarus smiled back in a mischievous tone, his hand covering hers. "Yes, it was," he agreed. "But the night was far from over."

Icarus suddenly rolled onto his back, pulling Eir with him so that she was straddling his hips. "Kyaaa." She leaned down, her hands braced on his chest, her hair cascading around them like a curtain.

She began to move again, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Icarus groaned, his hands finding her hips, guiding her movements.

Eir leaned down, her lips finding his. "Mmm~" She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Icarus groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet hers once again.

Eir broke the kiss, her head falling back, her eyes closed. She moaned, her body moving faster, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, lord..." "Aah~"

Icarus sat up, his arms wrapping around her. He flipped them over so that he was on top, his body covering hers. He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. "Aah~" Eir moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

Icarus’s movements became faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Yes" "Yes" "Yes" "faster~" "Aaahh~" Eir’s moans grew louder, her body tensing. She was close, so close.

"Icarus," she gasped, "I’m going to— Aaah~"

Her words were cut off by a loud moan as her body convulsed around him. "Ugh..." Icarus groaned, his own release following hers. He collapsed on top of her, his body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.

They lay like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal.

Icarus rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. They lay there, watching the stars, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in sync.

"You really do know how to please a woman, Icarus," Eir said, still heavily panting, his hands were over her shoulders from the back as she lay directly on top of him, staring at the stars. "You are definitely this fruit that just ripened."

Icarus replied calmly. "Well, to be honest, I slept with a few during the past year, some of them were indoors, some were outdoors, one of them was in the water, and one of them was on the top of a volcano, ugh... that was more painful than pleasurable, but I will say this is the best experience so far." Letting out a chuckle, he added, "Asgardian goddesses indeed built differently."

"Well, we are..." Eir chuckled along.

The morning sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a soft glow on the grassy slopes where Eir had fallen asleep the previous night.

She stirred slowly, waking to sunlight hitting her face.

As Eir sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she realized that she was alone. Her heart skipped a beat at the empty space where they had such an intimate session for two whole hours. She stood up, scanning the horizon and the camp, but there was no sign of him.

A quiet disappointment washed over her. "He could’ve waited," she muttered to herself, but deep down, she was expecting him to leave, as it is even going to be harder for her if he waits to bid her farewell before returning.

Stretching her body, she muttered. "Well, the night was over, and it is time to return to our daily lives. If fate allows it, we’ll meet again."

Meanwhile, far away from the words of Vanaheim, Icarus was seen standing before the grand doors of a sacred sanctum, his steps hesitant but determined.

The large, ornate doors loomed before him, intricately carved with symbols of divinity and entwined with vines. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Icarus pushed the doors open.

Inside, the sanctum was bathed in soft, ethereal light.

At the center of the room, seated gracefully on the ground, was Gaia, the Mother Goddess.

She was surrounded by lush, vibrant plants that seemed to sprout and bloom in an instant with each gentle touch of her hands.

She caressed each plant with care and poured water over them with a nurturing affection. The smile on her face is just enough to feel the love she had for the plants and flowers.

Icarus approached her slowly, his footsteps silent on the ground. He knelt before her as he spoke.

"Mother Goddess," he greeted, his voice low and polite.

Gaia looked up at him and smiled. "You’re later than usual," she remarked softly, her eyes twinkling with knowing.

Icarus averted his gaze slightly, not meeting her eyes. "There were... complications," he replied, his tone guarded.