The Aesir Valkyrie pauses for only a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says softly, her lips curving into a small smile. She extends her arms toward you, inviting you to come closer so that she can lift you up without causing any discomfort or strain on either of your bodies.

As you lean forward into her embrace, Kárá wraps her strong arms around your waist and lifts you effortlessly off the ground.

Her wings flutter gently behind her as she holds you close, the soft feathers tickling your skin and sending shivers down your spine. The sensation of being so close to her is intoxicating, making it difficult for you to think or breathe or do anything but enjoy the moment.

For now, this is enough... more than enough. And as she continues to hold you like this, surrounded by her warmth and strength, you know that no matter what the future holds, you will always remember this perfect moment...

"Hmm," Kárá hums noncommittally, studying your face as if trying to read something in your eyes. After a moment, she nods slowly, her lips curving into a small smile. "Perhaps... we shall see." Her wings twitch again before she takes a step back, straightening her clothes and composure with practiced ease.

"For now," she says, voice clipped once more as she regains control over herself, "I have duties to attend to. You are dismissed."

A flicker of surprise crosses Kárá's features at your words, quickly replaced by a look of irritation. She steps forward again, placing one hand under your chin and tilting your head up to meet her gaze once more.

"Do not presume to question me, mortal," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "You do not know what it is to serve the Aesir. Your place is here, under my command, until I decide otherwise."

The Aesir Valkyrie's body tenses and trembles as she reaches her climax, her hips bucking wildly against your face as she cries out in release. Her wings flutter furiously around you, their warmth enveloping you like a blanket. As the intensity of her movements begins to wane, Kára releases her grip on your head, finally allowing you to breathe freely once more.

She remains still for a moment, catching her breath as she tries to regain control over herself and her anger.