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mrsarnasdelicious · 1 year

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Ah yes, more Sihtric BS, because I have brainrot

More in accordance with Book Canon than Show Canon.

"I have found you a wife." Uhtred says. Sihtric huffs and looks up from sharpening his axe. "I don't want her." He sneers. "She is a Shieldmaiden, Sihtric! You should be honoured! Now get up and come!" Uhtred barks. "Yes Lord." Sihtric mumbles. He hangs his axe from his belt and gets up. Finan claps him on the shoulder. "Good luck, boy." The Irishman says.

Uhtred leads Sihtric to his hall. There, you are waiting at his table, talking to his wife.

"Y/N, I have brought you someone." Uhtred says loudly. You and Gisela look up. Gisela gives her husband a slightly disturbed look. "She does not need a husband." She says firmly. "But Sihtric needs a wife." Uhtred replies. "Let him marry whom he pleases." Gisela argues. "I will not let him marry a whore!" Uhtred snarls. Sihtric flinches away from his Lord.

"Uhtred, I am disappointed in you. Never would I have thought you'd look down on a working woman." You say. Uhtred looks utterly reproached. He opens his mouth to make a feebly defense, but you shake your head. "Here I thought you better than thinking low of women who have to earn their keep with their body." You say. "She takes all his silver and his armrings, he has nothing to show for the love she says she has for him." Uhtred bristles.

That statement does unsettle you a bit.

You place your hand on Sihtric's bracer. "Is this true?" You ask softly. Sihtric casts his eyes down. "Don't reply, you don't need to." You tell him. You slip your hand from his bracer to his palm. You twine your fingers with his. "Come, walk with me." You say softly. You figure you and he have a lot to talk about.

Sihtric allows you to draw him from Uhtred's hall.

He gives your hand a little squeeze. "She does not tell her other ... men she loves them." He mutters. "But she takes your silver all the same." You reply gently. "You would, too." He retorts. "Yes, but not because you hump me, but because I am responsible for the running of the house." You remind him.

Sihtric presses his lips together in a thin, bloodless line. He is thinking on your words. "You are right. Of course you are." He then murmurs. His lips curls back into a tentative smile. It is a beautiful smile. And you know then that you will have him as your husband, one way or another.

"Come." You tell him. "Whereto?" Sihtric asks softly. "My home, so you can hump me." You reply. A slightly fluster rises to his cheeks. "Why-why?" He stammers. "There has to be a reason that this whore says she loves you. She says this to no other of her clients, yet she keeps taking your silver. I want to know why." You reply. Sihtric bites his lip and makes a thoughtful little noise. "I'll show you." He says. It is not like he'll say no to sex with a beautiful woman when the opportunity arises. Especially not one his lord might urge him to marry.

He knows Uhtred will not truly force him, but he also knows you are someone his lord approves of and Ealhswith is not.

He allows you to take him home.

Once you have barred the door, you turn to him. "I think it is now time you kissed me." You purr. Sihtric wets his lips with his tongue. He closes the distance, pressing you gently against the wooden surface of the door. He leans in and you close your eyes. "Gods, you are beautiful." Sihtric whispers. He presses his lips slowly against yours. They are warm and soft and sweet. You heave a little sigh and kiss him back as tenderly as you can manage. Sihtric moans ever so softly.

That little moan is like magic. You grow slick right away! "Bed, now!" You growl into his mouth. "Yes please." Sihtric whines.

He backs up the alcove and kicks off his boots. The kiss can't last and you use that opportunity to also take off your boots.

Sihtric lays down, drawing you on top of his strong yet lanky body. You lean down to kiss him again. Sihtric moans into your moan and rubs his hands from your waist to the back of your shoulders. He is entirely unreserved. He gives himself fully to you. There are no inhibitions and no shame. You moan in your turn and he licks into your mouth. You can practically taste his joy.

Already you are beginning to understand why that prostitute says she loves him. The joy in his kisses already makes you feel like the only woman on Midgard. Maybe even in the nine realms.

His hands begin to carefully tug at your clothes. He very clearly wants you out of them. He is so delightfully eager. You can hardly wait to have him for true. But you tell yourself to take it slow. So you take his hands and place them back on your hips. Sihtric whines against your lips. It is rather cute.

"Take it slow, sweetling." You murmur into his mouth. "Yes, my love." He replies airily. "Good lad." You purr. Sihtric whines softly. He arches up to be able to deepen the kiss a little. You moan into his mouth, gladly sampling of his passion. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips, before he nips at your upper lip. You moan a little bit louder.

He most certainly is not hesitating.

Sihtric's tongue slowly explores your brain. You moan warmly for him and roll your hips. Sihtric breaks the kiss to moan almost desperately. It is an intensely arousing sound. You instantly seek to draw more of those moans from him. You lean in to kiss at his throat. "Ooooh... oh yes." Sihtric moans. He arches up at your touch. "More.. please." He whispers. "Gods." You swear under your breath. His reactions are perfect.

He makes you so wet.

"I .... I smell you. I want to taste you. Please, please let me taste you." He says airily. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. There is a mischievous shimmer in his mismatched eyes.

He puts his arm around your waist and flips you over with one swift motion. You squeal in surprise. Sihtric grins down on you. "My turn." He murmurs. "Show me what you do." You tell him. "Gladly." Sihtric nods.

He makes short work of your clothes and his own. You are not allowed to assist him. He brushes away your hands when you try. Once you are naked, he wastes no time in shoving his face between your thighs. He inhales and moans. "Gods, this is the best smell in the world." He whispers. "Now now, don't overdo it." You say.

Sihtric parts your folds with his tongue. You moan sweetly. "Oh yes, yes." Sihtric hisses. Then his tongue finds your clit, circling around it in the most slow and sensuous way. "Ooooh Sihtric." You can't help but moan. Your back arches and your toes curl. He smirks against your folds and then sucks down on your clit. You squeal once more. He is so fantastic at this. You get how any woman would want to bind him to her.

But he is yours now. No way you are going to let him leave your side.

He sucks on your clit and fucks you with his tongue. He laps up your wet arousal and moans at the taste of you. He brings you to the very edge of a mindshattering climax. And then he withdraws. You make a frustrated little noise. "Don't stop." You huff. Sihtric chuckles. "Don't stop what?" He dares to tease. He is bold, too.

"Please don't stop." You don't miss a beat. Sihtric swears under his breath. He licks his swollen lips and dips his head down again.

You moan loudly as he suckles down on your clit again. But then he also pushes two fingers inside you. "Oh gods!" You cry out. Your climax swiftly comes back in full force. You are teetering on the very edge within seconds. "Gah! Gods, Sihtric." You cry out. He arches his fingers into the spot that drives you absolutely wild. It is that last little nudge you need. Your inner walls clench on his fingers and you arch your back. Sihtric releases your clit and instead works it with slow kitty licks. "Yes, yes, Gods!" You moan loudly.

Lightning flashes down your spine and there is a fire in your extremities. Your inner walls contract rhythmically and you feel slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

Sihtric slowly retracts his fingers from your wet core. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. "You wild, wild man." You pant. Sihtric chuckles and sits upright. "Shall I hump you now, or would you prefer to calm down a little?" He asks. "I think I am going to need a moment." You reply. "And when I am ready, I will ride you." "Yes please." Sihtric murmurs. He crawls over you and kisses you sensually. You moan in unison and Sihtric lowers his pelvis onto yours.

He is so hard and so shapely. You can barely wait to ride him. You need him inside you. Though you know to delay that gratification. There is more to this man than his cock. His mouth keeps you plenty enthralled for the moment. He rolls his hips and he kisses you. You moan and he licks into your mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue. He moans, too. It is an amazing desperate sound. He wants to be inside you so bad.

His mouth slowly wanders from yours, to your jaw. His teeth scrape over your skin and you moan. "You are so good to me, Sihtric." You praise him. He moans in response. He likes to be praised. You commit that to your memory. From your jaw his mouth lowers to your neck and throat. You moan, arching into his touch. Sihtric groans in reply and sucks a small mark at the base of your throat. You are his now, there is no going back.

You will wed this man.

Sihtric bites the junction on your neck and shoulders and then his mouth trails to your breast. He noses at your soft, pliant flesh, inhaling your scent. He presses kisses to your skin and then his lips seek out your nipple. You moan sweetly and so does he. Eagerly he suckles on your nipple, while his fingers press into your breast. You pull at his hair and hear him moan loudly. "So good for me." You praise.

After a good while, Sihtric switches to your other nipple. He works the harened bud with his tongue and teeth, all the while looking up at you with absolute doe eyes. You run your nails over his scalp. "I need to ride you." You whisper. "Right now?" He asks. You nod in affirmation.

He lays down on his back, looking at you almost breathlessly.

You straddle his pelvis, your folds kissing his cock. Sihtric moans with something akin to desperation. "Please, please." He whines. He is just as needy as you. You decide to put the both of you out of your misery. Sihtric moans loudly when you sink down on his cock. "Haaah haaaah ooooh Gods, you feel so amazing." He groans. His hands claw feebly at your hips and his thighs quiver. "You do too, you fill me so perfectly." You cooe.

You begin to ride him slowly. Sihtric rolls his hips ever so slightly, he can't help himself. He looks up at you like you are a Goddess come to Midgard. He looks at you like he can barely believe what he is seeing. He barely understands that you are actually riding him, or so it seems.

His nails start to dig into your skin. "Gods." You whisper. It feels amazing, it is everything you would want from a man.

You roll your hips and Sihtric groans wantonly. "Fa-faster, please." He whispers. "And have you cum already, no. I want this to last." You cooe. "I will last, I promise." Sihtric says softly. But you keep your place slow and steady. Sihtric grians every time you sink down on him, but you can see it is not quite enough for him.

And then he topples you over. For a brief moment his cock slips out of you, but he is swift to thrust back into you again. You moan loudly. "Oh Gods... Gods yes!" You cry out. Sihtric moans back at you and leans down to kiss you fiercely. He ploughs you and it is amazing and filthy. The sounds coming from your body and his are obscene and your moans mingle with his.

After a while, Sihtric sits back on his haunches. His thumb finds your clit and his hips keep rolling. It is so good that your mind almost immediately spins out of control. "Gah .. Si-si-Sihtric... so close." You moan. "Cum for me." He whispers. 'Almost." You reply. "What do you need?" He asks. "Just a little more of the same." You breathe. "Yes, lady." Sihtric nods. He keeps rubbing your clit, steadily and gently. Fire begins to spread through your body and you can almost feel the lightning in your spine. It is so good!

"Sih-Sihtric!" You cry out. Your inner walls contract on his cock and you surrender to the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your climax overtakes you and you can only hang on to him for dear life. "Oh yes, yes, God cum for me. Cum on my cock." Sihtric groans. He is succumbing, too. "Do it, give it to me. Fill me with your seed. I will give you sons and daughters." You moan. It is the undoing of him. "Oh ... oh Gods... yes Gods... yes!" Sihtric moans back at you.

He spends himself deep inside you. You imagine you can feel his seed deep inside you. "Thank you." You whisper, arching up to kiss him slowly. "No, thank you." Sihtric whispers. "You made me realise what the right choice is." He kisses you back slowly. "What is the right choice?" You ask him sweetly. "You. I will wed you, like Lord Uhtred wants. And I will build you a house and you will give me children." Sihtric replies. "And we will fight beside each other and head to Valhalla, hand in hand." You purr.

"Hand in hand." Sihtric agrees, kissing your breath away.

#arnas fedaravicius #sihtric x reader #sihtric #tlk #the last kingdom

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 11 months

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One insect perched on my outstretched finger where it opened and closed its wings.

'That means good luck, lord,' Sihtric said, and held out his own hand, but no blue butterfly settled there.

'Looks like you've no luck,' I said lightly.

🦋

'I'm lucky, lord,' Sihtric said, grinning.

'You are?'

'Ealhswith's in Lundene,' he said. Ealhswith was the whore whom Sihtric loved.

'There's more trade for her in Lundene than in Coccham,' I said.

'She stopped doing that, lord,' Sihtric said fiercly.

'I looked at him, surprised. 'She has?'

'Yes, lord. She wants to marry me, lord.'

'You've been with her a long time,' I said.

'Yes, lord.' - Sword Song, page 221.

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destinyisall-tlk · 4 months

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#i don't know what name sihtric's wife goes by #on the tlk wiki page it says both of them so i just put them both #the last kingdom #poll tim #tlk poll #tlk christmas au

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emilyhufflepufftlk · 11 months

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My Person | Sihtric & OC

Part of my Fire In Her Eyes series

‘Finan is the love of my life, but you are my soulmate.’

A/N: I have been obsessively watching Grey's Anatomy recently and I love Meredith and Christina's friendship and the way they call each other their 'person'. It inspired this little fic, which was supposed to be happy and sweet but actually turned out quite sad (I just couldn't help myself!).

Warnings: angst, spoilers for Fire Turns To Ash

Word Count: 706

Sihtric smiled as he walked across the meadow outside Coccham, the scatter of different coloured wildflowers gently swaying in the breeze. Lucinda lay in the grass, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her face as she rested her hand on her swollen stomach. She looked so peaceful lying there, her red hair splayed out across the ground around her head, glowing golden under the sunshine.

‘I know you are there,’ she murmured, opening her eyes and smiling up at him.

He smirked a little – he had never been able to sneak up on her.

She patted the patch of grass beside her. He lowered himself to the ground and laid down beside her, looking up at the blue sky.

She let out a sigh. ‘It’s good to be home.’

Sihtric said nothing. It had only been a week since they had returned from Winchester, a week since the siege had ended. He had spent the past month consumed with worry, fear gnawing away at his insides as he lay awake every night thinking that she was dead. Everything was alright now, they had all survived and Lucinda was happy, expecting her and Finan’s fourth child, but that fear of losing her and stayed with him.

He reached for her hand and held it tight.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?’ he said softly.

Lucinda looked over to him with a small frown. ‘Of course I do. What made you ask that?’

‘I came so close to losing you…’

‘But you didn’t,’ she said firmly. ‘I am right here, with you.’

He gave her a smile which was tinged with sadness. ‘I’d be lost without you. Finan acts as if he’s the only one who couldn’t live without you, but I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.’

‘Me neither. You are my person.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Oh, you know. You understand me, you know what I’m thinking, you’re always there for me no matter what. You’re my person,’ she smiled and gave him a slight shrug.

‘Shouldn’t Finan be your person?’ he asked, playing with a blade of grass between his fingers.

Lucinda thought for a moment. ‘Finan is the love of my life, but you are my soulmate.’ She let out a small chuckle. ‘Platonic soulmate, before you get the wrong idea.’

He laughed with her.

‘You’re my person too,’ he said softly, looking over to her. ‘But don’t tell Eal I said that.’

She let out a laugh. ‘I think she already knows. She always jokes that we come as a pair.’

He shook his head, a wide smile on his face. He felt her squeeze his hand tight. ‘You mean so much to me, Sihtric. Never doubt how much I love you.’

Sihtric smiled, a warm feeling in his chest. He thought back to his childhood in Dunholm – back then he would never have imagined he would be lucky enough to feel so loved. He closed his eyes, and they laid in silence for a long time, the sound of birdsong above them.

Sihtric opened his eyes and felt tears roll down his cheeks.

He could hear the now familiar crash of waves against the cliffs below Bebbanburg, the harsh northern winds whistling through the shutters and bringing a draft into the room.

He let out a sigh, wiping his face with his hand tiredly as he rolled onto his back.

He often dreamed of Lucinda, of days long ago. Some nights he got to relive happy memories of them together, to see her laugh and smile again. Other nights he relived the day of the battle, the day his fears became real, the day he lost her. Even after years had passed, the memory of losing her still stung as fresh as the day it had happened.

He looked over at Ealhswith who was still asleep beside him, and he smiled softly, learning across to kiss her cheek. He tried hard never to take for granted the family he had, knowing too well that the gods could take them away from him.

He then got up and readied himself to face another day without his friend; without his person; without his Lucinda.

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persephones-journey · 4 months

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HMMMM.... ALL OF THEM? #11, 12 & 13 😈

Here you go. I hope it lives up to what you wanted

Finan turned and looked at Aisling as she rode beside him. She was wrapped in her blue velvet cloak, sullen and quiet. He sighed. He reached out to take her hand but she moved her horse away.

She would not even look at him.

A far cry from the girl who, five days before, was kissing him so recklessly in a dim hallway.

Aisling giggled and moaned into his mouth as he pinned her to cold stone wall. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his. His hands grabbed her ass through her dress and tugged her closer kissing her over and over.

“I missed ya,” he breathed out as he kissed along her jaw and neck.

He knew if they were caught, he was risking everything. She was a ward of the King, her brothers exiled away and their lands torn away.

She was meant for more than him, a lowly foreign exiled prince who was penniless.

And yet, all she wanted was him.

“I missed you more,” she answered as she hummed as he sucked on her neck and collarbone.

“There's the village Osferth spoke of,” she said softly.

Finan looked ahead. Sure enough, the village rose up ahead of them. Osferth, Aisling's close friend and a monk had not been wrong. He was back with Sihtric, another warrior fixing the broken carriage wheel. Finan had not wanted Aisling to be out in the open too long, least someone get the idea to kidnap her.

Or bed her.

Which is all you have been thinking about, Finan thought as they rode up to the inn.

Aisling dismounted from her horse and stood beside him as he did the same. He handed the reins to a stable boy and pressed his hand on Aisling's lower back leading towards the inn. He felt everyone's eyes on them.

He didn't like it but they had little choice.

He pushed open the door to the inn and walked inside. He heard the laughter of the drunkards gathered around the fire. Aisling tensed beside him but she said nothing. He lead her towards the back of the room where he saw the owner pouring ale.

“Do you have any rooms available?” he asked softly.

“Aye,” the man said. “One left, but I am a god fearing establishment here and will not let ya have it to bed ya mistress,” he nodded towards Aisling.

“I am his wife, good sir,” she answered pointedly. “We are also god fearing people,” she added with a sneer.

Finan's heart pounded hard in his chest. His wife? Aisling? If only. He saw the owner huff and look at Finan. Finan dug in his pocket pulled out some coins. The owner produced a key and Finan took it as the owner took the coin. He took Aisling's hand then and pulled her down the short hall towards the stairs.

They climbed them quietly and to the second floor. Finan saw their room, it was at the end of the hall and the door was opened. He walked down with Aisling following him. He stepped into the room first. It was not much but it was clean and dry.

Aisling walked into the room and Finan wasted no time in closing the door and locking it. He turned and saw her pulling off her cloak and tossing it aside. She turned and looked at him, her simple travelling gown, a beautiful shade of navy blue. His eyes looked at her cleavage as she pulled off her French hood and tossed it aside.

“I will need help getting out of my dress,” she whispered softly.

“Of course,” Finan whispered. She turned her back to him and he walked over to her. “We should not have left Ealhswith with Sihtric and Osferth,” he said as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. Ealhswith was Aisling's lady maid and close friend.

She snorted. “Ealhswith is in love with Sihtric,” she answered. “I do not believe she was going anywhere without him.”

Finan frowned as he slowly pulled on the ties of her dress. “Does Sihtric know?”

She nodded. “He does,” she glanced over her shoulder at him, “he wishes to ask the King permission to marry her.”

Finan's fingers shook. He was reminded then of why they were in this village. They were riding to bring Aisling from London to Chester where she would marry Lord Aethelred, Duke of Chester.

He would lose her.

“Finan?” she whispered.

He let his hands drop. He placed them at her waist. He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. He felt her lean back against him.

“I,” he paused, “I do not wish to be here,” he said.

Silence.

“Do you believe I wish to be here either?” she asked her voice soft.

He closed his eyes. “I want,” he stopped. He could not say it. To speak it would be treason. She was the ward of the King. She was promised to another.

He opened his eyes when Aisling turned around in his arms. He looked down at her as she pressed her hands to his plain tunic. Her ocean blue eyes looked into his; into his soul.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” she whispered her voice so low Finan barely heard her over the sounds coming from below.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. His hands moved from her waist to her back. He began pulling more on the ties there. His brown eyes never left her ocean blue ones.

“I want to make you mine,” he breathed out.

He expected Aisling to be angry, to pull away from him. Instead, she stepped closer. She began to slowly undo the buttons on his tunic. Her eyes never left his and he saw his own desire reflected in them.

She wanted for him as much as he wanted her.

“Do it,” she whispered as she pressed her lips closer to his. “Make me yours,” she added. She pressed her body hard against his, closer than she had ever done it before. “Please, mark me,” she breathed out her lips pressing against his, “mark me as yours.”

Finan kissed her. Hard and deep. His hands pulled her dress from her shoulders, pulling the ties out. It fell around her feet in a crumpled pile. He wrapped an arm around her and picked her up. He kicked her dress aside and carried her to the bed. He moved his lips from hers and nuzzled his face in her neck. He nipped on her skin there, loving how she moaned and pressed her body against his. He shrugged off his tunic leaving him only in his thin white shirt. He felt Aisling's fingers pull on the ties as his own fingers went to work freeing her of her stays.

“I love ya,” he breathed out into her skin. His hands pulled her stays apart and tossed them aside. He sucked on her pulse point, biting it. He pulled away to see that the skin there was already red, he looked at her face. He saw her eyes on him. “I love ya, Aisling,” he whispered again.

Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you,” she whispered. “I do not wish to be apart from you, Finan. I do not wish to have some other man as my husband. I want you.”

He smiled. He knew it was madness; love induced madness. But he smiled anyway at the thought of her loving him. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He pulled her close, feeling the softness of her line shift against his skin. He kissed her again, slower, deeper. He felt her hands on his chest. Her fingers stroking his chest hair and pressing into his skin.

Her touch was divine against his skin; her hands warm and soft. He moaned and pressed his forehead against hers. He reached up and played with the strings holding her shift closed as he felt her hands run down his chest to his stomach and his trousers. He felt her pop the first button.

“I want ya as my wife,” he whispered to her. “I want to marry ya and bed ya every night.”

He felt her pop another button. “Let's run away together,” she whispered suddenly. “Bed me tonight, make me yours, and tomorrow, let us go. Find a priest who will marry us.”

Finan groaned but his fingers pulled the string to her shift and watched as it come undone. “It's madness, Aisling,” he whispered as he watched her shift fall open and slip from her shoulders.

“Then let us be mad together,” she whispered as she popped open the last button on his trousers.

He watched as she stepped back and pulled her shift completely off. She kicked off her shoes and stood there, naked but for her stockings. He watched as she sat on the bed, completely unfazed with being naked in front of him. She leaned back on her elbows and smiled at him. He leaned down and rid himself of his boots. He pushed his trousers down then and kicked them aside, leaving him in his hose. He pulled those down as well and tossed them aside.

He looked at Aisling, meeting her eyes as she took in his naked form. His cock, hard and standing upright. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“You look like a Greek god,” she answered as he walked towards her.

He watched as she opened her legs, spreading them wider so he could step in between them. He did not know if she meant to do it, but it gave him a look at her cunt. He saw that it was wet, glistening, and so perfect. The rust red hair on it matched her hair on her head and he found himself falling to his knees.

He was going to worship her.

“And ya,” he whispered as he placed his hands on her thighs, “ya are a goddess,” he added. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her calf, then behind her knee. “Venus reborn,” he muttered into her skin as he kissed higher.

She chuckled. “I am not,” she whispered.

Finan turned and repeated the kisses on her other leg. He let his hands move closer to her cunt, his fingers and lips loving the feel of her soft skin against them. He had ached for this. He had dreamed of having her naked beneath him.

He had dreamed of making her his.

“Ya're,” he breathed out as his fingers reached her cunt. He let them gently play with her wetness. She sighed and moaned. He looked up at her face. She met his eyes and he smiled. “Ya are my goddess,” he whispered.

Before she could answer, he buried his face in her cunt. She gasped as he licked her folds, tasting her sweetness. She moaned and he felt her fingers in his hair, tugging on it. He let his tongue part her folds and lick around her entrance, drinking her juices from their source. He held her thighs when she wrapped her legs around his head. His nose rubbed up and down against that pleasure nub and he heard her breathing turn more into huffs and puffs. His fingers dug into her thighs as he moved his mouth up to her nub.

“Finan,” she breathed out as his tongue lapped against her nub, over and over.

He was no stranger to pleasuring women. He had his fair share of women in his bed since he was a young man. He knew how to make women come. The only question was to find out what made Aisling come and come hard.

He moved so his mouth was completely covering her nub. He began to suck on it, his tongue swirling around it every once and a while. He felt her legs tighten around his head as they began to shake and tremble. His fingers dug into her thighs more and he knew that he would leave behind bruises but he didn't care. His cock ached and precum dripped from its tip begging him to be buried in her.

He moved one hand from her thigh and rubbed his fingers along her entrance, getting them wet before he slid one inside of her. She was so tight and warm. He almost came right there. She gripped his hair tighter and tugged on it. He did not stop. He slowly slipped another finger in her, scissoring her entrance, stretching her. She moaned and arched her hips.

“Finan,” she moaned his name and he felt her clench around his fingers.

He turned his fingers and crooked them, pressing them into the pleasure spot he knew was inside of her cunt. She moaned deeply and he had to press a hand on her stomach to hold her down on the bed. She came, her whole body trembling and her back arching off the bed. He continued to suck and swirl around her nub over and over. He felt her trembling being to slow and stop. Her breathing slowed and sounded normal. He continued to stretch her with his fingers slowly sliding a third one in, both loving and hating how tight she was.

“Finan,” she cried. He pulled his mouth from her nub and kissed up her stomach and between her breasts as she seemed to begin to sob.

“Shh,” he whispered as he turned and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He let his tongue swirl around her nipple as she huffed. He pulled his mouth from her nipple and turned to move to the other one. “Take slow breaths, my love,” he whispered as he took her other nipple in his mouth doing the same to that one as he had to the other one.

“I,” she took a slow breath, “that was too much,” she whispered.

He smiled against her skin. He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and kissed up her chest to her neck. He nipped and sucked on the bruise forming there. He turned and finally pressed a kiss to her lips, his fingers moving in and out of her, stretching her as his cock ached and twitched.

“That was nothing,” he whispered pulling his lips away from hers. “It gets better.”

She looked at him, her ocean blue eyes filled with desire and tears. “Are you going to make me yours now?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “If ya want me to,” he stated.

She was quiet. He knew that it was asking a lot. If she let him claim her, and they did not get married, she would forever be tainted. He could and probably would walk away without consequence. But not her. She nodded, finally.

“I want you to,” she whispered as she pressed a hand to his cheek. “I would rather have you, someone I love and trust, take my maidenhead then some one else who will not care about me or my discomfort.”

Finan kissed her again. He stood and slowly pulled his fingers from her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her. He placed her in the middle of the bed and he climbed over her. He went on his knees in between her legs and pulled her closer so his cock rested on her mound. Her legs were on either side of his hips and he gently rubbed them.

“I love ya,” he whispered softly.

“And I love you,” she answered.

He took his cock in hand and slowly moved it, rubbing the tip up and down her folds, getting it wet. He made sure to rub it around her nub looking up at her face. She let her head fall back and he saw her grip the blankets in her hand. He slowly moved his tip down and pressed it into her entrance. He moved so slowly, gently pressing more and more into her. She gasped and let his thumbs rub circles in her thighs.

“Are ya all right?” he asked softly.

She nodded. “It just,” she opened her eyes and looked at him, “it feels both odd and perfect at the same time.”

He leaned down and kissed her, feeling her heat surround his cock. He was holding on so hard not to come. He needed to show her how pleasurable it could be, the joining of two people in love. He did not want to disappoint her.

“Can I keep going?” he asked his lips still against her.

“Please,” she breathed out her fingers gripping his arms.

He nodded. He pressed his forehead against hers and slowly pressed into her more. He moved slowly until he glanced down and saw he was almost completely inside of her. He thrusted his hips and filled her completely. She gasped and dug her nails into his arms. He held himself still waiting. He kissed her nose and her cheeks. She nodded, telling him she was all right. He kissed her again and slowly pulled his cock from her, dragging it out.

“Oh,” she gasped as he did.

“I promise ya, ya will not regret this,” he whispered against her lips.

He thrusted into her again. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. He smiled against her lips and he did it again; dragging his cock and thrusting it back in. He did it over and over. She moaned and gasped as her finger nails raked down his chest.

He moved his face and nuzzled it in her neck as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder. He felt her clenching around him, telling him she was close to coming. He continued his pace of dragging his cock from her and thrusting it back in. He loved the sounds she made; the moans, the sighs, her whimpers. He also loved the sound of his cock sliding into her wet cunt.

“Please, please,” she begged as she raked her nails down his back.

“Shh,” he whispered as his hands gripped her thighs. “Soon,” he promised.

She clenched around him, tighter and he knew she was so close. He moved one hand between them. It only took a couple swipes of his fingers on her nub before she came, crashing into the pleasure. She moaned his name, it echoing loudly in the room. She clamped down on his cock and he did not move. He grunted and moaned and couldn't stop himself. He came as her cunt squeezed his cock harder. He filled her with his seed.

He let his body fall over hers, feeling her body tremble as she held him tighter and tighter. He grabbed her thighs and let his fingers rub her skin as his own body twitched as he finished emptying his seed into her. He kissed her neck and sucked on it.

Moments passed. He held her tight, not wanted to leave her. She held him just as tight.

“I will not lose you,” she whispered into the quiet of the room.

“And I will not lose ya,” he answered.

***

Finan looked at Sihtric and Osferth. He expected them to arrest him right there. Hell, perhaps even kill him. Aisling stood off to the side with Ealhswith.

They stood at a crossroads. One road would lead them to Chester. The other road, it would them to Northumbria, where Aisling's brothers were.

Where she could be free and he could marry her.

“Do you love him?” Osferth asked as he turned and looked at Aisling.

Finan looked at Aisling. It had been two days since he had taken her, made her his, marked her. They stole many moments since, and she had other marks on her skin. He did as well.

She looked at Osferth. “I do,” she whispered. “I do not want to be Lord Aethelred's wife. I do not wish to be a duchess,” she looked at Finan, “I wish to be Finan's wife. Even if it means I will have nothing. I will at least have him.”

Finan felt tears come to his eyes. He nodded. He looked at Sihtric. Sihtric looked at him. “What are we waiting for?” he asked. “We are wasting daylight.”

He smiled. Aisling ran over to him and jumped in his arms. He grabbed her and held her tight kissing her deeply.

“We need to stop at the very first church we find,” Ealhswith said. “I will not have my lady with child before she is married.”

Sihtric and Osferth laughed while Aisling blushed. Finan pulled away and kissed her cheeks, where they were getting red.

“Should I tell her ya may already be carrying my babe?” he teased.

She smacked his cheek. “Do not,” she whispered.

He kissed her again, holding her tight and close.

He would marry her.

He would make her his.

And after, they would deal with the problems that came. As long as they were together, he did not care about the rest.

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