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axelsagewrites · 6 months

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Ragnar Lothbrok*Pet

Pairing: Ragnar x f!captured reader

Kinktober Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Word count: 1491

Warnings: talks of religion, religious corruption, religious guilt, teasing, heavy flirting, mini crisis of faith ig, being ragnars pet/prisoner, making out, thigh riding, smut 18+

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“She is a Christian,” Floki whispered in Ragnars ear as the pair studied the girl presented to them, “We should get rid of her, not drag her around with us. She will only slow us down,”

While Floki’s eyes bore into Ragnars skull the kings’ eyes lingered elsewhere. They had taken your village some days ago when one of his men found you hiding in the forest. The sight of you on your knees, even if it were to pray to a false god to survive, was enough to convince Ragnar.

“I should like to keep her,” he said, watching how your lips wrapped around the words you mumbled, “Untie her hands,” he commanded one of his men as Floki sighed.

“What is it with you and your Christian pets? At least keep her hands bound,” he tried to reason but Ragnar just shook his head. He knew you wouldn’t run.

A couple of weeks had passed of successful raiding and gold was beginning to pile up around him. Ragnar sat at the makeshift feast they had decided to throw after taking another village however his eyes were once again on the Christian girl who sat across from him. At first you used to flush under his gaze, a sight he enjoyed and often tried to tease out by whispering pretty words in your ear.

Ragnar leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “What are you thinking about?” he asked, your eyes snapping up to meet his.

“That I may sleep soon. The night is growing long,”

“That is an excellent idea. Perhaps I should join you,” he said, smirking at the way you began to stutter and flush, “Tell me something. Where you married before?”

You paused for a moment before answering, “No, why?”

Ragnar shook his head, “well I heard,” he said, leaning in closer and grinning as you did the same as his voice dropped to a whisper, “that it is only the married ones who get fucked,”

“I-well-I- yes it would be a sin otherwise,” you stuttered out, face growing hot as Ragnar poured himself another glass of wine. “I’m not even supposed to talk about…that,”

“Why not?”

“It is a sin,”

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

The awkward smile worn on your lips made a real one grow on his face, “Because god said so,”

“Have you spoken to god,”

“Well, no,”

“Then how do you know?” a frustrated sigh left your lips that made Ragnars grin widen. He was getting to you and enjoying every moment of it. he leaned in closer once more, whispering for your sake more than anything,” Why would a god create something so beautiful then not let you appreciate its wonders?”

“It is a sin,” you clung to the excuse, realising you did not know why either.

The laugh that left his mouth however caught you off guard and your lips twitched, almost forming a smile at the smile on his face. That was until he spoke again, “Perhaps we should sin together one time,” he said, standing and grabbing his cup of wine. Before he could leave, he sauntered over to whisper one last thing in your ear, “And the idea of you falling apart on my cock is enough to make me believe in my god,”

A few more weeks had passed and soon you would be heading back with the raiders to their land. Despite still being wary of many of the men some, Ragnar specifically, had grown on you. “Where will I stay when you take me back with you?” you asked one night as you began to brush through your hair.

Ragnar glanced at you as he began to unlace his boots. While he had unbound your hands, he had insisted on keeping you in his tent, thankfully on your own bed, thought you wondered if this was for his entertainment or safety, “I will find somewhere for you,” he answered simply before reaching to pull his shirt over his head.

Despite seeing this sight many times, the way his muscles flexed, and his tattoos gleamed against his skin made a tingle shoot through your spine. “So, I won’t be a slave? Or is it a thrall you call them?”

Ragnar paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over you, “You need not worry little one. I will take care of you,”

A moment passed before you allowed yourself to smile, “Thank you Ragnar,” you said and a small smile crept onto his lips as he settled himself above his sheets, his eyes scanning over you.

“Come here,” he said, nervousness washing over you, “Trust me,”

You paused at first before standing from beneath your covers. Your underdress was the only thing to cover you now as you crossed the tent. Ragnar patted the spot beside him and cautiously you sat down, picking at your thumbs. His hand closed over yours, “You’ll make yourself bleed,” he said, and you just nodded as his eyes continued to study your face.

“Has anyone ever kissed you?” he whispered.

You swallowed before answering, “Once,” you said, tempted to pick at your skin but somehow resisting, “But I wasn’t very good at it,”

“Perhaps you should try again,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he moved to rest his forehead against yours.

“Perhaps you could teach me,” you whispered, a spark lighting in his eyes, “if I am to go back to your land perhaps it is time I Learned your ways,”

“All our ways?” he asked, his hand reaching over to run his fingers lightly up your thighs making you shiver, “Is that what you desire little one?”

“Would it be so wrong if I did?” you asked and the way your wide eyes gazed into his made Ragnars cock begin to harden.

His hand trailed slowly up your leg, torturously so until it arrived at your hip. You gasped when he grabbed it, pulling you over to straddle his thigh. “Ragnar- “you gasped, when he bent his leg up, propping you up on his strong thigh, “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” his hands reached for your hair, pulling your lips down onto his. This was far different from the last time someone had kissed you. this was rough and needy and made whines leave your throat as one of his hands moved to your hips.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing before he began to move your hip, making you grind down onto his thigh. The way you whimpered made Ragnar wonder if Odin himself had blessed him. Ragnar guided your hips and soon your body took over, rubbing your clit against his strong thigh as his hand squeezed the flesh of your hips.

When he pulled his lips away yours chased after his making a chuckle leave them before he began to kiss down your jaw. “You don’t need to be quite little one,” he mumbled against your skin as a soft moan left your mouth, “No one will judge,”

His lips soon found the crook of your neck, kissing it in a way that made a knot in your stomach tighten. Since your hips now moved of their own accord his hands were free to travel up your frame, taking your tits in his hand and making you gasp as he squeezed them softly.

He felt his cock twitch at the feeling of the Hardened buds beneath your shift. His fingertips trailed slowly around your nipples at first, enjoying your needy whines before he finally began to roll them between his fingers.

“Oh god,” you moaned as he pinched them gently, but your words just made him want you more and groan against your skin.

It didn’t take long for a tight feeling to spread across your body, “What is happening to me?” you asked but it came out as more of a whine.

“Enjoy it little one,” Ragnar said, his lips moving to kiss your check, “Let yourself let go,” he said before your lips slammed onto his even catching yourself by surprise. Your moans allowed him to slip his tongue in, the kiss becoming messier and more desperate as you grinded against his thigh.

He felt your body jerk and Ragnar smirked into the kiss knowing what was about to happen. Your lips broke apart only for your head to fall in the crook of his shoulder, “Oh god,” you began to moan again before you felt your peak wash over you like a tidal wave.

sensing your body tensing and hips slowly Ragnar reached for your hips, moving them for you so he could watch you ride out your peak on his thigh. Curses left your lips before you finally slumped into his chest. Ragnar let out a small chuckle, letting his leg lay flat and holding you against his chest. Ragnar had defiantly made the right decision he thought.

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dreamonseems · 1 year

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Líf

First raid

- Story eight of Líf series of one-shot stories about Ubbe, his reader wife, and their children. Every story will be different but within the same universe. Nothing will be in order, just random stories about their lives.

⚠️ Warning: Smut in this chapter!

- Ok I made up a place called Raven United so any race reading this can Imagine being the reader.

Summary: You go on your first raid. There's some trouble, but Ubbe is always there to protect you.

As the Viking army sailed towards their target, Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline rush through her veins. She watched as Ubbe and his brothers prepared for battle, their faces stern and focused. Ragnar stood beside them, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.

When they finally arrived at their destination, she jumped off the boat, sword in hand. She followed Ubbe and the others, her heart pounding. They charged forward, their battle cries ringing through the air.

At first, she felt overwhelmed by the chaos of battle. She saw men fall around her, heard the clang of swords and shields, and smelled the blood and sweat of their comrades. But as the battle raged on, She found herself falling into a rhythm, moving with the others, defending herself, and attacking their enemies.

They fought bravely, taking down several of the enemy soldiers with their swords. She felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as she fought alongside Ubbe, knowing that she was proving herself as a worthy shieldmaiden.

After the battle was won, she felt a sense of exhilaration and relief. She had survived her first raid, and she knew that she had proven herself to Ubbe and the others. She felt more confident in her ability as a warrior and knew that she had a bright future ahead of her as a shieldmaiden.

After the successful raid, the warriors were in high spirits and celebrated around the fire with meat and mead. Ubbe was caught up in the moment and was laughing and drinking with his brothers, while Y/N sat a little way off, lost in her thoughts.

Suddenly, a warrior from their army approached her and started to flirt with her. At first, she politely declined his advances, but he became increasingly forceful and wouldn't take no for an answer. She tried to leave, but the warrior grabbed her arm and struck her across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed across the camp, drawing the attention of the other warriors, including Ubbe. He rushed over to her, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ubbe growled, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The warrior, who was still holding onto Y/N, sneered at Ubbe. "Just having a bit of fun with the new girl. What's it to you?"

"She's my wife," Ubbe said through gritted teeth. "And I won't tolerate anyone treating her like that."

The warrior laughed. "Your wife? She's just a slave you bought."

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and charged at the warrior, engaging him in a fierce battle.

The fight was short-lived as Ubbe was an experienced warrior, and the offending warrior was quickly overpowered. In a swift move, Ubbe dealt the fatal blow, ending the warrior's life. Y/N, shaken but unharmed, watched on as her husband defended her honor.

As they entered the tent, Ubbe noticed how shaken Y/N was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and her hands were shaking. He sat her down on their bedroll and knelt in front of her.

"Shh, shh," he said softly. "It's okay. You're safe now." Ubbe held her close, stroking her hair as she wept

She clung to him, her tears wetting his shirt. "I just feel so overwhelmed," she admitted. "Everything that happened today, and that warrior... I don't know if I can handle this."

Ubbe tightened his hold on her. "You're stronger than you think," he said. "You proved that today. You fought bravely, and you defended yourself when that man tried to hurt you. You're a shieldmaiden now, my love. You're one of us."

She sniffled, looking up at him. "But what if I'm not good enough?" she asked. "What if you realize that and leave me?"

Ubbe's eyes softened. "I will never leave you, my love," he said firmly. "You're my wife, and I love you. You're the most important person in my life, and I would do anything for you. Please don't ever doubt that."

Her eyes met his, searching for any sign of falsehood. But all she found was love and sincerity. Slowly, she began to relax in his embrace, feeling safe and protected.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just... I get scared sometimes. It's a lot to take in."

Ubbe kissed her forehead. "I know. But we're in this together, my love. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Ubbe's lips met Y/N's. She felt a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. She could taste the mead on his breath as he kissed her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. His hands were tender as they cupped her face, and she felt his fingers gently stroking her hair.

She wrapped her arms around Ubbe's neck, deepening the kiss. She could feel his muscles tensing as he held her closer, as if afraid to let her go. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, lost in the passion that burned between them.

Finally, Ubbe broke the kiss, looking into her eyes with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I will always love you."

smiled, her eyes shining with tears. "I love you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ubbe's hands roamed freely over her back, pulling her even closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced together in a fiery tango, exploring each other's mouths as they lost themselves in the moment. She could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation as Ubbe's hands traced down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Their kiss grew more passionate, Ubbe's grip on her tightened. She surrendered herself completely to him, letting him take control as she felt herself slipping into a deep state of arousal.

Without breaking the kiss, Ubbe began to remove her clothing, one piece at a time, revealing her supple skin to the firelight. She felt her body heat up with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel his touch on her bare skin. She returned the favor, helping Ubbe out of his clothes until they were both naked and exposed to each other's eyes.

Their lips never once parted, as they explored each other's bodies with hungry eyes and eager hands.

"I'm going to show you how much I love you," Ubbe whispered in her ear as his fingers began to work on her core. She moaned in pleasure, her body responding to his touch. "Please, Ubbe," she whimpered, unable to hold back her desire any longer.

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter with each passing moment, her body craving more of Ubbe's touch. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping tightly onto his muscular shoulders as he continued to work his magic.

Finally, when he could tell she was ready, he removed his fingers and positioned himself above her. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking deeply into her eyes. She nodded, a look of anticipation and longing on her face. With a deep breath, he slowly entered her, filling her completely with his hard, throbbing member.

gasped in pleasure, her body arching up to meet his as he began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and she loved it.

She moaned as Ubbe continued to move inside her with increasing speed and intensity. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man and how much he loved her, She felt safe and protected in his arms, and the pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

As Ubbe's grip tightened around her, she felt a surge of arousal coursing through her body. she moaned, her fingers digging into his skin as she held on tight. "More."

Ubbe's smirk grew wider as he heard her words. He growled, his pace quickening. "Look at you, Wife taking me so well, so deep."

She couldn't speak, lost in the pleasure that was consuming her entire being. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and she knew that Ubbe was right there with her. They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies in sync as they reached the peak of pleasure together.

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bootylicous2006 · 9 months

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imgoldielikehawn · 6 years

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Choices Ragnar Lothbrok

Pairing: modern Ragnar Lothbrock x Woc

Rating: Mature

AN: The arrangement as been made ;) Enjoy

The sound of his voice mixed with the scent of his seemingly expensive cologne made my head spin. I needed a moment to compose myself and get my head in the fucking game. I leaned back in his grasp and looked him in the eyes.

“I’ll have a few conditions of my own of course.” I said sternly.

He didn’t even flinch as I stood from the chair and walked around to my own chair and sat back.

“Have a seat Mr Lothbrok.” I smirked and pulled out a pen and my notepad.

“This is a first, most women just agree.” He smiled and made himself comfortable in the chair.

“Well, I’m not most women.” I frowned. I was wearing a knee length dress which made for a show when my legs rested on top of my mahogany desk. I did not miss the twitch in Ragnar’s neck when my dress rode up.

“I can see that..” His eyes were hooded and I enjoyed watching him squirm.

“First, we will go on no less than three public dates before you even get into my pants.” I looked over at him and waited for him to object, when he didn’t I continued. “ Second, you will choose the dates and times and last but not least if we have no chemistry after the first time having sex then we will call it quits.” I finished and waited with my hands clasped.

“I can agree to everything you asked. Our first date will be tonight. However there is one term I would like to add if you don’t mind.” He looked to me.

“Go on..” I nodded.

“We will swap phone numbers and when ever I call or text you, you Will reply.” He leaned back into his own seat and now waited for me to respond. I’m not going to lie I was a bit taken aback by the controlling feeling he gave off but I had been pretty specific about my own demands so I knew he would have something to say.

“Alright then, its settled.” I stood from my chair and he followed suit.

“Its going to be a pleasure doing business with you Rayne.” He smiled at my outstretched hand. He leaned forward and beckoned for me to do the same. When I did he leaned forward some more and then reached out and pulled me into his lips. Fuck.. His lips were smooth and inviting. When his tongue entered my mouth I thought I was going to faint. Just then he pulled back and walked right out of my office. I sat back down in my chair trying to pretend that my pulse wasn’t through the roof off of one simple kiss.

That night I was a wreck, I didn’t have girlfriends so I had to choose my outfit on my own. I was halfway through my closet when I came across an old dress that I hadn't worn in ages. It was my motivation dress for when I lost weight and I had never got around to trying it on after my weight loss journey. I knew it was perfect, I grabbed my heels and walked to the bathroom to shower and do my makeup.

I thought back to mine and Ragnar’s brief conversation through text message. He sent over a current up to date lab results letting me know he was clean from any sexually transmitted ailments and I did the same.

He would be here in about two hours so after my shower I styled my hair into an elaborate bun and did my makeup. I went for a smoky eye and a dark lipstick. I wanted to give off the same feeling of dark and mysterious like he did.

At 6:55 I looked down out of my window when I heard a car pull up. This wasn’t just any car either it was a fucking limo. I did my best to hide my excitement and fear as I slid on my heels and gave myself a once over. My cell dinged and I walked to the dresser to take it off of the charger. It was Ragnar telling me to come down. I quickly replied and headed downstairs, when I stepped outside onto the porch he was standing against the Limo in a tux and I felt a rush of heat to my core and face.

Suddenly I started to wonder if I would make it three dates. I walked to the car and a handsome smile came across his face.

“Rayne, you look beautiful.” He took my hand and kissed it. If a bitch could blush she would have.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said biting my lip. He opened the door for me and I sat down inside the limo. I was going to scoot over for him when he stopped me.

“A lady never slides, I will go around.” He closed the door and I could hear the sound of his footsteps. When he joined me in the limo I was engulfed in his scent again.

The ride to the hotel was quiet. I didn’t mind, my mind was reeling and I needed time to gather my thoughts and maintain my composure.

The limo came to a stop and Ragnar immediately got out and was around to my door in an instant. I took his outstretched hand and was standing against him.

“I hope I can wait three dates..” He said planting a kiss on my forehead. There were photos snapped left and right and the flash made me nervous at first.

“Don't be shy, the world just wants to know who you are.” He smiled and placed a supportive arm around my waist as we entered the hotel lobby. Everything had been decorated to the nines. There was art displayed on every wall and before long there was a rather large group of people heading toward us.

“Rayne, these are my sons.” he gestured to a group of five men that had made their way over to us. I could see right away that these were some of the men at my club the other night and now that I could get a good look at them I realized that each one of them were incredibly handsome.

“Hello.” I said making sure to keep my head held high and my eyes kind. They each took their time introducing themselves and before long I was having a great time. There were plenty of women giving me the evil eye as they said hello to Ragnar but he really didn’t pay them any mind.

I had wondered off my myself to look at the art when Ragnar found me once again. He had two glasses of champagne in his hands.

“I was wondering where you slipped off too.” He said handing me a glass.

“I got caught up in the artwork sorry.” I giggled and he smiled back at me.

“Come, I want to show you something.” He said mysteriously. We walked away from the growing crowds and deeper into the hotel. We came to a pair of double doors and Ragnar pulled out a strange looking key and opened the doors.

I was shocked to say the least, it was a huge library, the floor was marble. I didn’t get much time to look around before he was upon me.

Ragnar whipped me around so fast that I dropped my glass, he hardly payed it any mind as it shattered on the floor. His lips were pressed roughly against my own. My head started to spin again and I couldn’t help myself as I pushed his dinner jacket from his broad shoulders. He backed us up to the desk in the center of the library and I pushed my long dress up so that my lower half was exposed to him.

“I wont fuck you like I want to.. but I can do other things.” he smirked, his hands ran up and down my thighs as I looked up at him eagerly….

“I will stop if you want me too…” He said as we both panted.

Did I ?

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laketaj24 · 5 years

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All Hail Your New King

Author’s Note: Laketa J Thirst 💦👅Day Continues with a birthday fic for the lovely @vikingsbifrost. I love your blog, you stay up to date with everything! If you don’t follow her, go follow her!!!!!!! She’s amazingly sweet!!! My taglist and requests are open!!! I hope you all enjoy!!! There is more in the queue. I’ve only just begun. (This series will be what I wish would have happened instead of Freydis, granted I still think she’s okay.)

Warnings: Mild Smut, Dubcon

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“I am Ivar the Boneless!!! I am a son of Ragnar Lodbrok! All Hail Your New King!” But he wasn’t new to you. You looked back at the son of Ragnar on the chariot. He appeared to look much different from when he left, the short brown hair that never hit his neck draped down his back, the once soft eyes cold with the war of spilled blood. You’d heard, everyone had. He’d killed Sigurd. You’d never been the biggest fan of him, but he was a son of Ragnar Lodbrok as well, his act was to you treasonous.

The people bowed to their new king and you took to the small walkaway next to the hall, the further away from the chaos the better you might be. You move to your home near the edge of Kattegat and start the fire. You had several cousins in Hedeby and an aunt and Uncle who would love to have you there. This was no longer home. You started to pack your things, it was nothing much. The furs, dresses and axe of your father had given you before he left from the last raid.

“Leaving?” The door creaked open and your old friend reared his head. Hvitserk, the quietest of the brothers but not the way you knew him. “Y/N?”

You trudge your feet along the dirt floors. “To visit my aunt and uncle in Hedeby for a while.”

“Your departure is just as we arrive.” His face looked saddened as he sat down on the small stool in front of the wooden table. He helped himself to some of the mead on the table. “But I am sad to say, my brother wishes to have an audience with you.”

“Sad to say?” You scoffed. “You and your little brother destroyed our army and ran away Lagertha. I wish not to speak to either of you to be quite honest. I planned to visit them upon the next full moon, but I was delayed due to a battle.” He knew of what you referred to, the first battle that they lost. “I will not grant the King his audience, send him my sympathies.”

“You know well as I do that Ivar does not take well to no, there are four guardsmen outside your door. You can come back with me and feast in the great hall among friends or Ivar will have your hands bound and tossed in the back of a wagon like a corpse.”

The first option he gave was the path you took. You followed him to the Great Hall, where the celebrations had begun, and the warriors were drunk off their asses. You take a seat next to Hvitserk and he notices you immediately. Ivar gives you a small wave and you roll your eyes in return, tipping the cup of ale till it was empty and the sweetness had flooded your taste buds. He continued to signal for you, but you took it upon yourself to ignore him. Why did he deserve your attention? The Ivar you knew was a little bit kinder than hanging those bodies in the street. Men you knew your whole life, as did he.

“He wants you over there.”

“I see him.” You answer Hvitserk.

“Don’t make him come over here, I do not wish to see my brother angry. Plus, he’s annoying.” Hvitserk gives you a small push and you are on your feet, moving people to reach the throne.

You take your seat next to him and it’s apparent he’s inebriated. “Ivar.”

“Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” He touches Harald’s leg. “This is Y/N, we were friends once upon a time but apparently things have shifted between us. She doesn’t like me now that I am King.”

“You sound more like a drunkard than a King.”

Harald laughs and the distinct scowl on Ivar’s face is evident. “I like her Ivar.”

“Shut up.” Ivar says to you. “I won’t you in my chambers, I wish to talk to you, alone.” He glared at Harald before turning back to you. “Go.”

To defy him was not a choice, and you had little fight in you anyhow. You gather your dress and take to his chambers. You’d never seen the royal chambers of Kattegat before. They were cleaner than the homes of people. The crowd is loud, jeering and singing. It’s entertaining for a few minutes and then you have lost your nerve. You grab the stool from the middle of the floor and take it to the window. If you could climb out, you wouldn’t have to have this conversation with Ivar you’d been dreading.

You hike your dress up and push the wooden door on the window up. You would get out and leave for Hedeby like you intended to hours ago.

You pull yourself up and the distinct touch of the leather gloves grabs yours legs and yanks you to the ground. “Just where are you going so fast?”

“I didn’t see you there.” You stumble back against the wall. Ivar was standing. This was a new site. He was taller than you ever expected. You swallow. “You are standing.”

“I built myself braces.” He took a step and is other leg drug. As he made it onto the bed. “I could not be equal to my brothers always looking up to them, now could I?”

“I always thought of you equal, you didn’t have to conquer Kattegat to prove it.” You cleared your throat in hopes that you had not crossed the line. “But you won.”

“I did win.” He adds. “And I came here, and I said All Hail Your New King and every knee bowed but my only friend.” His eyes do not leave yours. “And I am given your back, your back Y/N.”

“I didn’t think you saw me.”

“You know as well as I do, I see everything. It’s all I’ve done my entire life, watch.”

“I apologize King Ivar.” The apology sounded anything but sincere.

“I wish that you would lie with me tonight.” His words are quick and his eyes are to the ground. “I missed you on our raids. And many nights I dreamed of you. I dreamed you slept with me.”

“Ivar.”

“Y/N, we have been dancing around this long enough. Before I left I stated my intentions to you. I told you that every part of you would belong to me upon my return. I had to avenge my father. Now I am back, you are mine now.”

“I am no ones. I do not plan to stay here.”

“Please, this would be easier to rule with a woman like you here with me. You are strong willed and smart. We could conquer the world you and I.”

“I will not ask again Y/N. I have told you how I have felt. Tell me yes and we shall have a wedding that the gods will cherish?”

“And if I decline you?”

“Then I will make you say yes.” He smiled and your lips curl into a smile. He always had a way of making you smile with the arrogance that made you want to slap him.

“Fine Ivar, I will say yes.”

“And you will lie with me…”

“I will share your bed.” You state, “Nothing more until we are married.”

“That is fine. Nothing more.”

You take his offer of a warm bed and you two find sleep. Well, you do. His fingers tread along the curve of your thighs pushing your legs apart and your eyes widen to find him over you. “Shhh.” He whispers.

“Ivar.” You protest but his finger intrudes your entrance slowly at first. He remembered you were still untouched. “I-,” The feeling is foreign but intriguingly exciting as he pushes his finger into you slowly and curls.

“I just want to hear the sounds you make when you cum.” He whispers and his fingers begin to move quicker, and you slicken around him. It’s easier for him to slide those digits so he stretches you further and places another finger inside of you. Your breath hitches and your rise from the bed. “Does it not feel good to cum for your king?”

You muster no words just cries of pleasure and squirming legs as the sensations of pleasure rush over your body and you scream. It was expected that he would stop, allow you to breathe and take in what just happened but Ivar doesn’t. Your cum drips down the slopes of your ass and he pushes in a third finger and increases the speed all while applying the perfect amount of pressure with the pad of his thumb. “Watch how your pussy will cry for me Y/N.” And you spasm at his words as the cum gushes from you and drenches the bed under you. Ivar stops satisfied with your reaction next to him. “The next time I say All hail your new King, and you turn your back from… I will make sure more than your pussy cries.” He warns the small threat hovers on his voice. “Is this understood?”

“Yes.”

His wet fingers grip your chin. “Yes, King Ivar.” He says through clenched teeth.

“Yes, King Ivar.” You respond with winded breath. Two things were certain. First, he was insane. Second, you would leave for Hedeby in the morning.”

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