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You Called Jarlskona..?

Minors DNI - 18+ Choking, slapping

Cross posted on my AO3 - Here

Author’s Note:

This whole thing was inspired by that new artwork of Eivor by shouty_y, she is a wonderful artist and you should honestly follow her and support her art. I literally worked for 8 hours straight on this damn thing 😭 stomach growling, hypoglycemia, all that shit just because I wanted to get it out of my head and onto the page! So enjoy please! Y’all deserve it for following me❤️ my gift to you❤️

Caw! Caw!

Sýnin? Crowing at your window at such a time? Normally when she came it was with a letter from your Jarlskona held tightly in her talons. Unwillingly you had become her little assistant over time, which you thought was quite generous that she trusted you so much. Being a Saxon meant you did not fully have the trust of the northerners, yet Eivor had taken quite a liking to you. It started with small tasks you were nice enough to pick up for her when she was too busy, then snowballed into being her constant shadow. That was your job, to help her with whatever she needed. And apparently she needed something right as you were about to wind down for bed. After everyone else had gone to sleep. Wonderful .

Yet this time there was no letter, only the pretty black feathered raven staring expectantly at you on your window sill. Perhaps this was an urgent matter then? Too urgent to write a letter. It made you anxious, what could’ve possibly happened to where she didn’t have time to write a letter?

Your cloak was flung hastily around your shoulders, over your nightgown and house shoes, fluttering behind you as you followed Sýnin to the longhouse. The doors were closed for the night to keep the frigid winter chill out, while simultaneously signifying to the village those inside were sleeping. Or rather, they should’ve been, instead there you were high tailing it up to the intricately decorated doors to the one woman who was not fast asleep.

They were heavy, straining your arms as you pushed one inward, turning to shut it quickly behind you before the frost and snow could take up refuge within. The hearth and torches were still lit and flickering, casting the room in a warm orange glow. From where you were standing you could not see her, so you stepped forward a few feet, eyes focused on dusting off your nightgown to look presentable. Even if it was very late.

“My Jarlskona, you called- god almighty!”

The exclamation echoed through the longhouse, your hands covering your mouth in embarrassment. She was naked! Why was she naked? Why could you not stop your eyes from flicking between her breasts and her… oh god . Your face burned hotter than the hearth during the Yuletide feast.

“You… you did call, did you not?” You whimpered, hands returning to your side to fist the fabric of your cloak nervously. Or was it just that damned raven playing tricks on you again? And you’d barged in on something intimate, something not meant for your eyes? Though you couldn’t stop yourself from staring, ogling her figure and all the muscle and sinew beneath ivory skin. Beneath sable ink and sprawling designs that you’d only caught glimpses of on the rarest of occasions.

You had to physically shut your jaw, as it hung slightly agape at the sight of your Jarlskona before you. Battle hardened body bare and on full display, stripes of the palest white littering her body from the countless fights she’d been in. Testaments to how skilled of a drengr she truly was, to have successfully escaped the clutches of death that many times.

Eivor was relaxed back on her throne, one leg bent at the knee as her foot perched itself on the lip of her seat. That same knee rested against the arm of her chair where her hand should’ve been. Yet instead her hand was resting lazily on the pommel of a great sword, the sharp tip pressing into the rug below. Your eyes wandered the expanse of her porcelain skin, until they came to the place you’d been sneaking naughty glances at since you arrived.

Alas it was hidden from view by the large fur that rested across her shoulders, a part of it stretching down to hang between her thighs. Still, your cunt began to warm at the mere implication that it was there, just out of view.

Those eyes, sparkling in the torch light like the first frost of the season. A fire raged within them as they roved over your body, singing your flesh wherever they went. Dear god what had you walked into? “Jarlskona-“

“Come to me.” Your heart was racing, face burning and prickling with embarrassment. She wanted you to go.. over there? Her voice was so soft, gentle, like the coo of a dove. Beckoning you forward, yet your feet remained firmly planted on the ground. You’d forgotten how to walk, your brain simply couldn’t fathom getting any closer to such a goddess without paying tribute. Or bowing, deep, on your knees in front of her, arms outstretched on the red rug and your ass in the air in submission. In hopes she would bless you with the faintest of caresses.

When you did not obey her command her tone darkened, sharpening into a firm point as she repeated herself. Which was not good for you, Eivor did not like to repeat herself. “Come .”

The slightest whimper squeaked out of your lungs, feet shuffling forward, forward still until you were mere feet from her radiance. You felt as though you were in the presence of a divine deity, graced with her beauty. Never before had you felt so.. unfit around her. She was beauty given flesh and blood, a voice to bring you to your knees. She gave you butterflies, made you feel loved.. But never so small, never so… naked . And you were the one that was fully clothed.

You tried your best to remain professional, to keep your eyes to the floor or on the fur sitting on her shoulder. Then you would follow that fur down, down some more- and then snap back to where you began. Eivor hummed softly, a contemplative sound as she looked over your appearance. Oh how inadequate you felt, in your old night gown and filthy cloak.

Your Jarlskona tilted her head to look over you some more, the index finger of her free hand making a twirling motion that you barely caught. She wanted you to turn? Why? Yet you did it anyway, spinning slowly to face the expanse of the longhouse. Looking cautiously to the room that used to be her own but was now Randvi and Sigurd’s. Luckily the two had gone away recently on a trip, trying to rekindle whatever love they once had.

You were distracted by this, never felt the tip of the sword lifting your cloak off your shoulders until it was too late. The fabric slipped off, dangling from the weapon for a moment before being tossed aside like trash. You spun back around to look at your Jarlskona questioningly, wondering why she had stolen it from you? Eivor’s torrid gaze ceased whatever retort was forming on your lips, smoothed the frown from your brow.

It was then you realized, then you remembered why you’d grabbed the cloak in the first place. Why you lamented it’s absence even though the room was warm enough for Eivor to be comfortably naked in.

The garment was completely sheer.

Those sultry blue eyes could see every inch, every curve of your body through the useless fabric.

“Why have you called me?” It was a soft whisper, your eyes fixed on the way she was looking you over like you were dinner.

When her sweltering gaze finally met your timid one, you felt even more bare than you did before. Your knees trembled, felt weak, begging you to fall to them to give them just a moment of recovery. Her next words, though, were what truly almost forced you to kneel before her.

“I am in need of your services, kjære.” Such a suggestive sentence, coupled with her eyes flicking slowly from you, to her fur covered cunt, then back to you. Somehow it still shocked you, even though she was fully nude and had practically undressed you, the words surprised you. She wanted you to… but you did not offer that type of service.

Still, as she sat there with that sly smirk lifting the corner of her lip, you couldn’t help but think back on those times you wished you did offer those services. For her and her only. Laying in your modest little bed at night, hand between your legs as you trembled to the thought of laying face down between her thighs. It was like a fantasy come to life, a fantasy you never thought you would live out. Always thinking Eivor was just out of reach, someone you could look at, but never touch.

Yet there she was, demanding you do look, and you do touch. She was your Jarlskona, who were you to deny her?

Your entire demeanor changed, eyes burning with the heat and passion of sin, cheeks equally as hot, your mouth parting to let a little air through. Fingers, nimble and dexterous, lifted your flimsy gown over your head to drop beside you; kicking your shoes away to some unknown corner. Eivor shifted on her throne at your willingness to submit to her, to please her like she desired.

“Yes my Jarlskona..”

Eivor tossed her weapon aside, the metal clanking quietly against the rug. A perverted red hue painted her cheeks, her thighs spreading wider to accommodate the heat growing between them. Her cunt was ready, waiting for you to lavish it with your tongue. Still, she had patience. She hadn’t finished toying with you yet.

You finally fell to your knees, attempting to crawl forward, closer to the area you wanted to get at the very most. Yet you were halted by her foot on your shoulder, your eyes peeking up from beneath heavy lashes at your blonde lover. Eivor was watching you expectantly, those alluring blues saying so much without her saying anything at all. You’d been with her for so long words were no longer needed for communication.

She wanted a show from you. You should’ve been embarrassed, should’ve felt far too ashamed to debase yourself in front of her for her pleasure. Yet you didn’t, you felt beautiful, felt like sex itself as your hand dipped down low. Fingers tracing your slit, grasping your breast, sitting back on your calves with your thighs spread for her to enjoy. And enjoy she did.

At long last the fur was removed from her cunt, shrugged off in annoyance so she could play with her precious jewel unimpeded. The blonde heaved a great sigh at the feel of her fingers rubbing softly over her clit. Hard as a small pebble with glistening wetness adorning it, so pink, so perfect.

You were so beautiful, rocking against your fingers, toying with your cunt as she watched. The way your body moved, how you whimpered for your Jarlskona, it made Eivor’s cunt burn with desire. Those pretty lashes batted heavily up at her, eyes glossy with a film of lust. Gods, the mere sight of you so eager to please her made her spine tingle with pleasure.

Quickly you became enraptured by your own caresses, gasping for breath, trying desperately to keep your eyes open. You didn’t want to miss a single moment of your Jarlskona getting lost in the pleasure of her own touch. Watching you fuck yourself at her feet. Watching you serve her like she desired, doing what she summoned you here to do. To fuck yourself for her entertainment. It should’ve been insulting that she thought you were so submissive and subservient, that you would willingly do something so lewd purely for her to get off to. Yet it wasn’t, it made you hot, made your nipples harden into diamonds at the mere thought of being used in such a way. The same way you were now.

It was becoming too much, the eroticism of the moment welling up inside you, about to seize its chance at escape. For a second you shut your eyes, letting out a whorish whine at how your core tightened in preparation to orgasm. Only for a moment you took your eyes off her.

In the next, your jaw was snatched up in a firm grip, your eyes shooting open once more to see Eivor sneering down at you with a vengeance.

“Ask permission.” Those eyes blazed with the sternness of a Jarlskona, demanding you obey her. She probably expected you to show your belly and listen to her every command. You always had, why would tonight be any different? Though tonight you felt new, reborn by the promiscuity you were currently exhibiting for you Jarlskona. Simply to make her happy, and make her cum. You lived to serve her, maybe you would like to serve yourself for once?

A fierce grin split across your face, fingers still rubbing tender circles around your aching clit.

“No.” Your orgasm was unlike any other you’d ever experienced. Rocking through your body stronger than any before, electrifying you from within like a thousand bolts of lightning. You felt like you were combusting into pure light, Eivor’s hand now clasped tightly around your throat as if that could stop you from shivering in delight. If anything it made it better, so much better. You were whining and wailing like a slut, as if to rub your victory even further into her face.

She struck you, a firm slap across your cheek to douse you of your fire. Au contraire it was like throwing oil onto a raging inferno, and you rolled your hips against your hand harder with a desperate mewl. “Jarlskona! ”

Eivor was not amused by your defiance, she sat back on her throne with a heavy sigh of agitation. Her arm was bent at the elbow, with her index and middle finger pressed to her temple; orgasm completely spoiled as she attempted to cease yours from happening. You were still trembling at her feet, ecstasy beginning to finally wane. Eivor rolled her eyes. She’d called for you to service her and yet the only one being serviced was you . Still, she could not find it within her to be truly angry. Watching you shiver so violently because of her was something she had always wished to see.

The lull of orgasmic bliss pulsed through your body, muscles turning to mush, skin warm and fuzzy. You crawled forward, relaxing at the feet of your Jarlskona, chin resting on her knee as you grinned up at her. She did not look at all as ecstatic as you, so you would remedy that.

Gentle, loving kisses were pressed to her flesh. The bend of her knee, the silky blonde hairs of her calf, innocent and sweet at first. Then rapidly turning into a covetous quest to put your mouth on any and all skin you found. Trailing up her thigh to the curve of her hip, slowly licking and nipping at her blushed flesh with your teeth.

Such a beautiful body, all muscle and sinew, the body of a god. This woman deserved to be lavished with affection, something you were more than willing to give. You were knelt between her thighs, bent over her in your pursuit to lavv your tongue over as much of her skin as possible. Eivor groaned from above you, hand brushing some hair from your face so she could see how you worshipped her.

Her eyes were half lidded, enchanted by the call of lust again and having forgotten about your earlier transgression. Lip caught between her teeth and her head tilting so she could get a better look at your tongue burning a greedy path across her abdomen. Eivor’s strong hips rolled once, reminding you of the mess you’d made and how you were responsible for cleaning it up. With your tongue preferably.

That’s right, you’d become so distracted by her gorgeous hard body you’d neglected your lover where she needed the attention the most.

The pads of your fingers trailed up her calf and along the soft milky skin of her thigh until they’d reached their destination. Your mouth made a wet sucking sound as you pulled away from her abdomen to look curiously at her delicate petal. So wet, so lovely. Covered with dewy slick, glistening on the soft blonde fuzz that framed her sweet honeypot. Quickly you became entranced by its beauty, the pad of your thumb rubbing once over her hard clit. Eivor gasped above you, stomach tensing and her hips shifting forward so you could have better access.

Three more swipes of your thumb, earning a deep exhalation at the pleasure of it. Her hand tangled in your hair, yanking back on it so she could curve over you enough to seal her mouth over yours. It was unexpected, though not unwelcome in the slightest. For so long you wished for her to bless you with a kiss as passionate as this, you would not squander such a gift. Her tongue licked eagerly at your own as you continued to rub at her clit, trying your best to undo her like she deserved.

It was you who pulled away, brows knit together in a similar expression of ecstasy as Eivor. You both were of the same mind, you diving for her wet slit, and she guiding your head there in unison. Your hands settled on her thighs, pushing them apart so you could get deeper. One leg slung itself over the arm of her throne, spreading her cunt open wider for you. The avidness of your tongue against her center was a welcome balm for the ache there, and it showed in how harshly she pressed your mouth against her peach. The angle in which you were sucking so diligently at her clit made it so breathing came at a bit of a luxury.

Still, her pussy was so soft, so silky, you couldn’t stop yourself from lapping up her nectar. To the point where you were suffocating yourself, having to gasp for air before Eivor would shove your face back where it belonged. Hearing how you asphyxiated yourself just to please her, to taste her on your tongue made Eivor’s spine tingle with ecstasy. You had always been such a good girl for her, finding a way to do as she asked even if the task appeared impossible. Always to make her happy, to see her smile. It was why she kept you so close, how she grew to care so deeply for you. You would do anything for her, and she for you.

“That’s it my sweet girl.” Your Jarlskona tugged back on your hair as you gasped for air once more, observing how your eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure of being so subservient. Your chin was shimmering with her sticky sweet honey, thin strands of it connecting your mouth to her wet slit. Your perfect lips glistening and slightly swollen from her kisses. Yes, you were a very good girl.

She allowed you to return to sucking at her clit, free hand now gripping the arm of her throne so tightly it nearly splintered. Eivor’s hips began to roll upward into your fervent mouth. She felt her orgasm nearing, making her antsy beneath your tongue, trying to spur it forward by squirming under you. “Almost my love..”

You were rabid, feral, tongue flicking so fast at her jewel your jaw began to ache. Mewling and moaning into her slick flesh as if it were life giving, trying your best to hold your breath long enough so she could cum. It was soon, you could feel it in the way her thighs tensed, how her hand in your hair tightened. How the fingers of her free hand intertwined with yours gripping her thigh for support.

You took one last gulp of air, shoving your face back between her thighs to finish her off. One, two, three swipes of your tongue and your lover was pulling you so tightly against her cunt you could hardly keep up the pace you had. Your lungs burned, begged for air, yet you could not have cared less. Your Jarlskona was deep in the throes of passion and euphoria, finding Valhalla on your tongue. Breathing was out of the question.

A whine like you’d never heard before slipped past her lips, body shaking like a tree in a storm, muscles tensing into stone. An orgasm unlike any other rolling down her spine and sparkling through her cunt like magic. She allowed you to breathe, listening to how you sucked in air, coughing when it’s freshness stung your lungs. Eivor bent at the waist, slotting her mouth against yours and kissing you hard, blissful rapture making everything so sensitive. Even how her lips moved against yours made her whimper pathetically.

The hand in your hair retreated, only to replace itself at the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You found your way into her lap, straddling her and sharing tender kisses until she decided she wanted to breathe again. Pressing her face into your skin as she heaved in air, her arms enveloping you to bring you closer, to feel your skin and warmth against her own.

Lovely woman, so, so lovely. More precious to you than… well.. breathing. The entire exchange had been so sudden, so spontaneous. Injected quickly with the venomous bite of sin, making you shed your clothes and fall to your knees. You’d been nuzzled so deep into the bosom of pleasure you almost missed the way she’d referred to you as her love. Whether she was blinded by lust or not when she spoke the words, you wanted to know if they held some truth.

Your lips graced her forehead with a gentle kiss, fingers dancing through her flaxen hair as she sighed heavily against your collarbone.

“ My love? ” The amused inquiry was obviously in regards to what she’d let slip earlier. It was true, you were her love, that she would not deny to herself nor you any longer. Eivor had tried to convince herself that tonight was merely a transaction of sorts, and exchange of goods. Though it was rooted in how deeply she felt for you. Laying in her bed alone tonight, having watched you water your small garden before the sun set. She felt lonely, felt her heart yearn and long for you, her loins burn for you. Somehow she knew you felt the same.

Her plan was risky. That much was true. If you rejected her she would feel and look like a fool. Stark naked on her throne like an idiot, but it was well worth the risk. Now you were sitting in her lap, just as bare, like Eivor wanted.

“Yes, you are.” Her pretty blue eyes met yours as an uncertain sadness flitted through them, “unless you do not wish to be..?”

“I do!” A bit too eager. You cleared your throat, sitting back to get a better look at her. One hand curiously gripped her breast, the other running across her strong shoulder, down her bicep… you were distracted. “Perhaps..”

It sounded even more eager than the first response. Ready for round two before she’d even had a chance to fully recover from the first. Eivor chuckled, the sound low and breathy, enjoying your infatuation with her body. Then the devil stood, grasping hold of your ass to support you as she began her journey back to her bedroom.

You squealed in surprise and joy at how she was able to lift you so easily. Your legs wrapped tightly around her waist, mouth attaching itself to her neck to place suggestive kisses along its length. The walk was short, Eivor laying you upon her soft bed so she could admire you from above; you spread your legs, lip between your teeth with a wicked smile and an equally wicked glint in your eyes. “Again.”

Your lover smiled as well, placing her hands on her hips as she shook her head.

“Insatiable.” Eivor breathed. “Alright, once more.”

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