A Blade of Wicked Sharpness by gaydhros  

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A Blade of Wicked Sharpness


Eöl raised the finished dagger. His keen eyes studied the edges of the blade, seeking ruthlessly for any imperfections.

He found none. The weapon was expertly wrought: perfectly balanced, wickedly sharp, glinting under the distant stars. Silvered light danced across the black galvorn like moonbeams upon the jewelled waters of Celon.

He turned and presented it to Aredhel with pride, setting it lightly in her waiting hand. “Is it to your tastes, my lady?”

His wife turned it slowly back and forth. She lifted the blade and let it rest against her soft cheek, closing her eyes. A smirk found Eöl’s lips.

Heat was beginning to thrum through the bond that joined them as man and wife, anticipation pooling in Aredhel’s core and feeding back into Eöl. Her mind was open to him, and he saw the fantasies arising in her as if they were of his own thought: her skin dimpled beneath the fastness of rope and knot, her limbs restrained, her body utterly at his mercy; the dagger in his hand trailing up her stomach, her heaving breasts, cool against her flushed skin.

“Yes,” she answered, returning the blade. Her dark eyes met his. “It shall do nicely.”


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