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moonlight-rider25 · 1 year

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Ale House Maiden

Purely TLK sumt! Featuring reader, Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred.

Word count: 6019

Warnings: Rated X, swearing, light bondage, unprotected sex, all the jazz...

You've been serving at the Cookham ale house for as long as you can remember; a career choice your mother thought would fit you well seeing as your greatest qualities in life were your big bosoms and your ability to flirt with any man near. She wasn't wrong; and through the years the job served you well. Especially when intoxicated men became regulars leaving handsome tips for you. A few of those regulars in more recent years were none other than Lord Uhtred and his men.

The moment they stepped through the ale house door your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. They were all devilishly handsome; their hair, their voices, their demeanor and the courageous ways they carried themselves, their huge toned bodies that towered over normal towns folk… not to mention their especially kind tips of silver. There was nothing that you loved daydreaming more, than the mere image of one of those strong men taking you in their arms and having their way with you up against the wall, or on a table, or even outside behind the ale house…

It was an especially rowdy night at the ale house, and you were nonstop from the moment its doors opened. A celebration of sorts was happening within the town and along with it, many eager paying individuals ready to celebrate by getting drunk. Your forehead damp from the hustle in the ale house, you poured several more cups full of fresh ale, gathered them in your arms and set out for the table to place them at. Squeezing your way through the crowded ale house and over a few passed out drunk on the floor, you made your way over, and set the large cups of ale down with a thud. You felt the eyes of the men heavy on you, as they usually were, while you unloaded your arms of the cool drinks.

"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" You ask without looking up.

"I'll take a tall drink of you lassy!" His thick Irish accent cuts through the rowdy ale house as he speaks.

You glance up towards him, his glistening brown eyes peer up at you. You try your best to compose yourself after realizing who it is that's speaking to you; Finan. You'd know that voice anywhere. You smirk and dramatically toss your hair back behind your shoulders exposing your well rounded and exposed chest. His eyes light up, and the other men near him lean closer getting a better view.

"Make that two!" Shouts another man near Finan.

"Ayee, yer married, ya fool!" Finan teases the Dane looking man you know of as Sihtric.

You giggle to yourself and bite back your bottom lip, eyeing them dangerously.

"Perhaps after closing, darlings." You wink as you tell them flirtatiously.

A few of the other men begin cheering, hooting and whistling towards your comment but you dismiss it to natural manly behavior. You smile pleasingly and begin to depart from the table when you bump into a rather large man.

"My apologies." You say discreetly, trying to weave through the sea of men.

But he stops you. His giant rough hands on your shoulders; you stare up in disbelief before you. His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, turning your insides to goo just being so close to him.

"My lord!" You say clearing your throat.

He chuckles to himself and eyes you devilishly.

"What can I..do for you?" You ask sheepishly.

"Oh, no! No not at all.." You reassure him in a shy voice.

"Are my men giving you a hard time?" He asks with a smirk though his huge calloused hand.

You swallow hard peering into his deep blue eyes and try to maintain a steady breath. He releases your face, his thumb trailing down across your chin, he slips between you and others heading back to his table.

He releases your shoulder with one hand and traces his thumb along his bottom lip, deep in thought as his eyes trail up and down you.

"Well let me know if they do.." He says, finally; in a raspy whisper.

Stunned, you fumble your way through the crowd back to the bar and down a lonely cup of ale. You wipe your hands on your apron and begin pouring more drinks for the eager men sitting before you. Your mind spins from the events that just happened but your muscle memory kicks in and drinks are being served as usual. Men smiling and ogling over you leaving you handsome tips in the process.

He stands still for a moment still eyeing you. Then cranes his head down closer to yours and places his hand on your chin gently pulling your face towards him.

A little while later you hear the shouting of men begin to start a brawl in the middle of the ale house; you roll your eyes and sigh looking around to see if anyone is breaking it up. Of course per usual, the onlookers are doing no such thing; other than shouting them on, and encouraging the behavior. You toss your arms full of ale onto the closest table and rush to the center of the room. Two very drunk individuals are shoving each other around the circle of shouting men.

"Out, come on we can not have this in here!" You shout over the crowd.

Shoving your way through the formed circle of men you reach the center and see the two inebriated trouble makers.

"ENOUGH!" You try to yell louder over the noise "GET OUT, OUTSIDE WITH YOU! NOT IN HERE!" You shout louder.

You yell in pain and cover your face. You pull your hand back and see the bit of red dripping from your fingers. Your eyes wetten as you swallow the mouthful of blood. You spit on the floor and grip your white apron with shaking fists.

"STOP IT NOW!" You demand as loudly as you can. Your voice is still not heard. But instead the larger of the two is cast in your direction and his big bald head smacks into you.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS!"

Your words are of no use as the two men grasping each other by the shoulders fling one another around the circle.

The crowds yelling settles a bit as the attention has been taking from the men to you. And swiftly you see a table of men get up at once and grab the unruly men in the middle of the circle. Their presence opens a wide hole in the sea of men and they pluck the belligerent fighters from the floor and drag them outside.

A dark figure emerges from behind, casting a large shadow on you. You hear him plunk himself down at a seat by the bar without a word.

"Damnit!" You yell as you spit again.

"Sorry…I'll be right with you.." You inform them over your shoulder, still trying to steady the bleeding. Your rag finally turning less and less red, you spin around and spy Uhtred sitting at the bar waiting patiently with a handsome smile painted across his face.

You breath wavers, uncurling your clenched fists, you wipe your face again with shaky hands. Seeing more redness still forming at your lip, you storm off back to the bar and rinse your mouth a few times with some water. But the redness still remains.

You bite back your grin, trying not to wince at the pain as you eye the heroic warrior sitting so patiently watching you tend to your bloody lip.

"Oh dear", you snicker "Can I help you?" You ask, your voice full of laughter.

"Perhaps.. but I believe I should help you first." Uhtred grins and extends his arm out towards you.

You inch closer to him and he reaches out grabbing a clean rag from behind the wooden bar. He dips it in a nearby cup of ale and gently dabs it over your swollen bottom lip. You cringe at the sting and instinctively reach up clutching his huge arm.

"It's alright." He whispers to you calmly.

You release his arm and he cautiously tries to dap at your lip again, even softer this time.

"...Thank you." You tell him.

He smiles and continues to cater to your swollen lip, you can't help but stare madly into his gorgeous blue eyes, watching his two perfect pink lips turn up a little as he tends to you.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"...Y/N" you tell him faintly.

"Well, Y/N…" He allows his words to linger in the air for a moment. “You’re going to be swollen and sore for a bit but I do believe you’ll recover just fine…” A smirk turning up at the corners of his lips.

You relax against him a bit, comforted by the tone in his words. A smile spreads across your face instantly stinging your lip and flees, all too quickly.

"Thank you, my lord.. I suppose I am in your debt…"

His smirk grows into a smile.

"Please, call me Uhtred.'' He tells you with a grin. His eyes twinkle in the dim light as they peer back at you. “..Though I hate to inform you, your debt will have to be paid to my men.."

He pulls his hand away and drops the stained rag on the table before you. You cast him a look of suspicion and he laughs leaning against his elbows on the bar. His face only inches from yours; he sits peering into your eyes for a moment and it makes your mouth go dry.

"Your men?" You ask, swallowing down the harsh lump as best you can.

"Mmm, mmhmm" He hums quietly before taking a long dip of ale.

You peer around the side of Uhtred's head and spy Finan and Sihtric standing watching you from a distance.

"They were hoping since they cast those bastards out; as you so lovely put it…" Uhtred places his ale cup back down on the table. "...That you would make good on your promise…" He says with a mischievous smirk.

Your eyes peer back towards the incredible handsome man addressing you.

"What promi…."

Your face fills with redness and you feel the heat rising in your chest. Uhtreds stares at you with a charming and equally malicious look as you come to the realization.

You run your hand through your hair and take a long sip of Uhtred's ale holding it in your mouth wondering how you landed yourself in such a spot. If only all things were as easy to conjure if only by daydreams and imaginings.

"Your men?" You ask after a large gulp.

"Mmm"

"Sihtric, and Finan?" You take another large gulp of the ale.

"Mmmmhmm."

"Wish me to bed!?"

Uhtred casts his look down towards the table and you finish his remaining ale in his cup for him. He shakes his head and looks back up grinning ear to ear at you.

You pour another full cup of ale for Uhtred and grab another for yourself as well, gulping its coolness down in disbelief.

"...I can't disagree with them." He says, shaking his head again.

"No?" You ask him, bringing the cup to your lips again.

"Why do you sound so surprised?.." he asks, staring back at you. "You’re beautiful, tough,…bonnie, as Finan would say." He chuckles as the words escape him.

Uhtred leans back in his seat and taps lightly on the table.

"Well…" you say before taking another long sip.

His face is soft but still smiling and you can't help but stare back into his delicious blue eyes.

"..Well?" Uhtred asks in a smooth mysterious voice.

"No, I can't.."

"...Well they're going to have to wait till I shut down the house.." You tell him with a sly smile, reminded by the stinging of your lip instantly.

You place your cup down by his hand and allow your fingers to graze past his huge calloused knuckles. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer toward him in a smooth, gentle motion.

"We'll be back then.." He says only inches from your face.

He releases you and stands gesturing to the others before heading out the door. Finan and Sihtric keep their eyes on you till the last second before disappearing into the darkness.

"And no more brawls tonight!" Uhtred calls out over his shoulder before disappearing along with them.

You slump down behind the bar and clutch your chest. Your head whizzing in every direction. (What on earth have I gotten myself into...)

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The rest of the night spirals by in a furry. You do your best to keep your focus on the tasks at hand, but it's nearly impossible to keep calm knowing what's in store for the end of the night. You keep replaying the conversation in your mind wondering if it was all just a bluff, then your heart drops out of your stomach thinking about standing and waiting for no one in the darkness after you lock the ale house up. Drink after drink floats from the bar by your hands and before you know it, the bar has died down. You try your best to cast the rest of the men out and tidy up the few remaining cups from the tables. Your mind is almost at ease before you hear the door open and footsteps entering.

You turn and see them standing and watching you; lust and wonder heavy in their eyes. You clear your throat and dump the cups into a pail. Sihtric and Finan stride towards you and lean up against the bar.; slick smirks on their face as they eye you devilishly. Uhtred appears from behind them, his arms crossed and not so impressed looking. You swallow hard meeting his eye.

"Why the long face?" You ask leaning forward against the wooden bar on your elbows.

Finan and Sihtric carefully watch your movements and seem to be pleased.

You allow your hips to dip and dance for their amusement and you hear the two whistle and hoot in response. Uhtred, clearly unamused by their comments, slams his fist upon a nearby table, and you spin around startled.

"Well, come boys…" you tell them, waltzing out from behind the bar and towards the back rooms of the house.

"She is a lady and will be treated like so!" He commands them in a deep low voice.

Uhtred smirks but says nothing.

You feel the smile creeping up across your lips and bite it back.

The men look at you, and you point them in the direction down the hall.

"Second room on the left.." You tell them.

They skitter away eagerly and you turn your head back to Uhtred. He inches closer gripping at your waist.

"You don’t have to do this, you know..." He tells you quietly.

He shakes his head a bit, the smirk emerging at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning in against him, playing with the straps on his chest.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice?” You ask him with a giggle.

" ..I would.." you pause staring up towards him wondering if you should utter the words on your tongue. He returns the mournful look towards you and you swallow hard trying to gather the words once again.

You suck a deep breath in and exhale with a sly grin on your face.

"...I would gladly take you over those two, anyday…" you tell him quietly.

He grips your hand in his and brings it to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. You pull your hand away and replace it with your own lips. The touch instantly hurts your lip from earlier. Uhtred pulls back gently feeling your swollen lip graze against his. You peer up into his glimmering blue eyes and he watches as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You reach up and pull his head closer, colliding your lips together again, regardless of the pain it's causing you. He pecks gentle kisses on you at first. Being mindful of your swollen lip, but before long, has his mouth enraged upon yours. His tongue tangles with yours as you moan into him.

His hands slide up your sides gripping the ties of your dress before unlacing the back and prying it from your body. You gasp against him and he pulls his head back taking in the view of your naked chest as he peels your dress down over you. He chuckles under his breath and licks his lips before pulling you back towards him; sucking and kissing at your neck and shoulders. You wrap your hands around his neck and moan softly against him as your core quivers from his touch.

He breaks his mouth from your chest and spins you around. Tightly held in his arms against him you feel his hard eager cock pressing gently against your ass. He unties the rest of the ribbons down your back and allows your dress to fall to the ground. He presses hot wet kisses over your bare shoulders. You reach up entwining your hand in his hair; his hands come out from behind cupping and groping at your tits. He spins you back around and looks you up and down in your nakedness. His hand winds down over your bare ass, and he pulls your thigh up around him. His fingers graze against your wet core and he snickers watching you groan and pant at his touch.

"Go settle their needs…" He tells you, his fingers edging into your wet core.

You groan against him as you feel his warm blunt fingers slide inside you for a brief moment.

You meet his eye and smile brightly at him, he places you softly down on the ground unwrapping yourself from him and smacks your ass as you stumble down the hall before him.

“..Keep that for me, yeah?”

Your legs wobbly as you make your way down the dark hall; a grand grin painted across your face. You wrap lightly on the door and Finan opens it with a lustful smile. He swings the door open and pulls you in admiring your body. You swallow hard and he takes your hand gently in his. You stand naked in between the two tall muscular men, they've striped their outer clothes off but only you stand naked between them.

“But that mouth…” he tells you in a whisper, then pecks a small gentle kiss on your lips.

Sihtrics fingers trace long gentle strokes down your shoulders followed by light wet kisses. He grips your hips firmly and grasps at your naked perky ass. Finan stands a few steps back, enjoying the view. You smile flirtatiously at him, enjoying Sihtrics mouth; hot and eager upon your sensitive skin. You bite back a gasp as Sihtric presses himself against you forcefully, his hands slither out from behind you and go in opposite directions. One up to cup your breast and the other down between your legs at your wet core.

Sihtric mumbles low against your ear.

“She's ready for us, already.” he informs Finan with a chuckle.

Finans tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips. You meet his eyes and gleam at him, allowing Sihtric mouth to caress down your neck and shoulder. Finan shifts in place and swiftly removes his thin shirt swiftly up over his head. His chest speckled in hair gleams with a thin layer of sweat and he tosses his shirt to the side watching you. His arms flexing as he does and you giggle quietly watching him with a smirk. Finan smiles back at you and makes sure your watching him while he tugs at his waistband. His cock stands protruding against the thin layer of fabric. He pulls his pants taunt against himself and thrusts dramatically in your direction before smiling and reaching his hand down into the thin layer of fabric against his hard cock.

Finan sucks a deep inhale in and meets your eye, while his hand in his waistband strokes his hard cock slowly.

“Oh no,” Sihtric purrs seductively in your ear. “He likes to watch…”

“Ay I think she also likes to watch…” Finan says in a low husky tone.

Sihtrics fingers creep down between your legs and make small quick circles around your swollen mound. You groan quietly, instinctively reaching out towards Finan, but Sihtric keeps you in his grasp.

Sihtric cups your ass and you instinctively jump up into his arms. He engulfs your nipples with his mouth and you let a low moan escape you. He sucks and laps eagerly at your chest, backing you towards a tall standing workbench and places you carefully on it. His mouth swiftly moves down the front of your body and you tangle your fingers into his hair as he makes his way slowly down between your legs. You lean back against the cold bare wall, arching your core towards him and he moans happily nipping at your thighs. You watch as Finan admires the sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

“..Can’t disappoint him now can we?” You giggle against Sihtrics' neck.

Sihtric begins slowly at first, licking soft laps at your wet core. You moan against him pulling at his head, but he takes his time and builds you up slowly. You feel his warm soft tongue dart out and drag across your sensitive clit and gasp. He reaches up with a hand and begins tracing tiny quick circles around your bud. Lapping and sucking gently around his fingers. You pant against him, eagerly trying to edge him on to move harder or faster. Finan is busy at work in his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you enjoy Sihtric.

You flash Finan a devilish smile and turn yourself around against Sihtric. His arms caging you as he takes in the view of your nakedness.

You feel Sihtric smile against your wet throbbing core; and he stops. He rises up meeting your face, his hand still circling your eager clit. He presses his hard cock springing from his pants against your wet entrance and you wrap your arms around his neck desperately trying to encourage him towards you. He snickers, then plunges his fingers in between your wet aching walls and you cry out against him.

“She's ready for you.” Sihtric laughs over his shoulder.

Your eyes burst open as his touch escapes you. Sihtric is quickly replaced by Finan approaching you. His gleaming chest rising and falling as he places his hands firmly against your thighs. You pant against him and he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping your head back staring deeply into your eyes.

“Easy there kitten,” Finan whispers. “We're just getting started…”

His huge rough fingers dance across your wet mound swirling and rubbing against your already so sensitive clit. He reaches his hand up and sucks your wetness from his fingers. You swallow a heavy moan down your throat watching him eye you viciously as he does. He releases your head, grabbing at your ass and scooting you towards the edge closer to him. You buck towards him feeling his hard cock press gently into your thigh. He cups your face, keeping your eyes set on his.

“You have very beautiful eyes, my lady” He tells you slowly. “I want to see what they look like with my cock resting deep inside you.”

You groan against him, bucking forwards still, searching for his cock with your hands, you line him up with your entrance and buck against him. His strength outweighs yours but the tip of his cock urges you to push further. You dig your fingers into his trim waist pulling at him to get closer. He beams down at you, holding himself back from you.

A low chuckle erupts from deep within him.

“We can do this all night, if you'd like…” He says with laughter dancing in his tone.

You swallow a hard dry lump down your throat and try to relax against him. He smiles devilishly and takes your hands pressing a light kiss on both of your knuckles. You watch him as he wraps a piece of rope around your wrists intricately, binding your hands together. Your breath slows a bit, he watches you carefully.

He places your bound arms around his neck onto his huge broad shoulders. Unable to do much more, you intertwine your fingers in his thick hair, tugging at it watching his eyes flutter as he growls low. He holds your jaw with one of his hands and digs his fingers into your waist with his other.

“...Behave..” He says in a low growl.

His eyes are full of lust and determination. You lick your lips, eyeing his twitching cock only inches from you. You buck towards him and he pulls out of reach. You bite your lip meeting his eyes and buck towards him again, your ass nearing the edge of the table; yet he pulls away further. You grip another handful of his thick black hair and pull harshly at it. He smiles as he groans out. You release your fist of hair and his head curls back with a grand smile on it.

“...That… is not behaving…” he tells you through a smirk.

You grasp huge handfuls of his hair with both hands this time, pulling him towards you with all your might.

“..Then give me what I want, damnit…” You breathe heavily against him.

He smiles and reaches down between your legs, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you moan softly against him. You feel his hot tip finally at your entrance, your core aching with anticipation. You swallow hard peering back into his deep brown eyes filled with lust and he watches you carefully…presses himself ever so slowly between your sore soaking folds. You groan against him, biting at your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open for him to watch. His face studies you carefully watching as you take him inch by inch. Finally you feel him pressed against you and you explode with a moan against him.

His face turns up into a devilish smile and he sits for a moment pressed as deep as he can be inside you. You pant against him and he pulls back a little before starting to thrust slowly and harshly against you. Your body jolts with each thrust and you moan against him, digging your fingers into his sweaty scalp as you buck towards him.

“Faster!!” you pant against him.

Your core slowly builds and twists up into a long awaiting spill.

He grunts against you, his mouth catching your neck and sucking hard against your damp sensitive skin. He grips your thighs and pounds harder against you, your moans and his grunts filling the thick air around you.

“Right there Finan!” You cry through your breathlessness. “Don’t stop!” Your walls clench tight around his cock inside you knowing your own climax is just upon you. He groans a loud moan and stops abruptly.

“No! Don’t stop!” You cry again, thrashing against him.

He pulls himself out, his cock dripping with the murky white seed. He pants watching you with a smug smile as you squirm angrily aginst him. He picks you up and you buck against him, your wetness covering him as you twist insatiable in his clutch. You pant against him and he drops you to your feet. You collapse against him, your legs tingling and unable to hold you. He steadies you carefully before unhooking your arms from around his neck and uniting your wrists. He flashes a final devilish grin before inching aside while you almost collapse completely, before grasping onto Sihtrics' now bare body taking Finans place.

Sihtrics fingers dance at your soaking core and you groan while squirming against his huge hand. He flips you around onto your stomach and gently bends you against the table. You pant against the hard wooden surface and feel his fingers trace carefully between your slick throbbing folds.

“Do it!” you demand through your breaths. “Do it now!”

You moan against the table arching your back up towards him and feel his throbbing cock as he lines up with your soaking entrance. He plunges himself deep into your wetness, you groan loudly as your body jolts against his. You brace yourself. He squeezes your ass as it jiggles against his thrusts and arch your back as he dips in and out of your aching core.

“I’ll have to personally thank all the Gods for your plump little feisty ass when I meet them” he tells you before smacking your other cheek.

He grunts as he slams wildly deep within you. You feel the waves building within you again and push harder against him with every thrust. Your breath staggers as he collides against you, he smacks his hand harshly against your ass again and you cry out against the table. Your climax builds more and more with each thrust as you moan out in pleasure. His thrusts quickly turn sporadic and ravenous as you hear him grunt from behind you.

Sihtric smacks your ass hard and you groan out.

“I’m so close!” You moan out.

Your body quivers against him and the table.

“Cum, Sihtric, cum for me!”

“Tell me to cum!” He shouts through his grunts.

He smacks your ass hard and your cry out

He slows and pulls himself out, you feel the hot seed spill out over your ass and lower back and squirm under him, your own orgasm quickly disappearing away as he pins you between himself and the table. You moan against the hard surface and pant wildly.

“Christ, tell me to cum!” He demands again.

“Fucking bastards!” You mutter to yourself, while prying your shaky body from the table.

They chuckle as they clothed themselves and you grab someone's nearby shirt before fleeing the room.

“Thank you, my lady!” Finan calls happily down the hallway after you with a laugh.

You wrap the man's shirt around you barely covering yourself and step out into the lit main room of the house. A smile grows across your face when his eyes shoot up and meet yours. He sits shirtless against a large wooden chair covered by a large fur, his blue eyes sparkling; peering back at you, his chest sculpted perfectly and his muscles bulging as he shifts restlessly in the seat.

(Fuck) you whisper to yourself as you step cautiously towards him. He extends his hand out to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as you seat yourself carefully down, straddling one of his legs and gently rubbing your wet core against his huge string thigh. He groans softly gazing at you with heavy lust filling his eyes. You lean in against him and he catches your mouth with his finger.

“...Keep that pretty little mouth for me?” he asks in a husky groan, tracing little circles around your lips with his thumb.

You reach up caressing his strong jaw in your fair little hands, and smile.

“Of course.” You answer him with a giggle.

He smiles back and pulls you against him, capturing your mouth hungrily and forcefully. You moan against him and he plucks the shirt down over your tits, his hands kneading and stroking them. You trace your hand down his toned chest to the opening in his pants. You eagerly pry at the ties concealing him and finally his huge hard cock springs free. He groans against you as you carefully grab his cock and feel him twitch slightly against you. He grasps your tiny face and his tongue invades your mouth hungry and wanting. He groans against you as you stroke him up and down.

You pry your lips from his, and quickly replace your fair little hands with your hot wet mouth. He bucks up towards you and groans happily; his huge hand gently urging your mouth down further around his throbbing cock. You moan against him, your own core pulsating and eager to feel him inside you finally bring you to your long awaited orgasm. He sucks in a sharp breath as he thrusts himself down your throat. You choke back his throbbing cock, squealing slightly and he releases his hand from you. You pop up panting and place yourself on top of him, he inches down in the chair against the fur allowing you better access to him.

You hover over him, aligning yourself with him, and he twitches his throbbing cock against your soaking entrance. You whine out and he sucks your nipple into his mouth.

“Uhtred!'' You moan as you lower yourself down on top of him.

You feel your walls quiver as they wrap eagerly around him and he squeezes his rough fingertips into your hips. He grunts and thrusts up against you, sending a shudder through your body. You grind yourself hard against him, bouncing up and down on him. You pant and groan loudly as you ride him and he thrusts with you, making your orgasm grow quickly and wildly. With each motion, you feel your stomach clenching tighter and your walls clutching faster against his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, riding him hard, he grunts with you and soon you feel your climax coming to a head.

“Look at me Y/N, look into my eyes.” he pants breathless against you. “I want to see your face..”

He grasps your face and pulls you down close to his, sucking at your neck and jaw.

He thrusts up against you as you come undone on top of him. He moans watching you spill over his throbbing cock and you feel him shift his pace faster. You collapse against him, panting as you come undone on top of him. He holds you carefully, still plunging deep within you, letting you ride out your high limply on top of him. You shiver and then relax against him, before he lifts you effortlessly and spins around setting you on the table. His mouth catches yours and he devours your sweet sounds as he thrusts hard and fast against your aching core. You cling against him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pant as he fills you completely again.

“Uhtred!” you cry bucking hard against him. "I'm so close!"

“Right there!” you squeal.

“Do it again” He says in a husky moan.

You grind against him and pant trying to keep your eyes open as you feel the knot inside you begin to erupt.

You reach up clutching his huge strong neck and grind against him as he plows hard against you. He carefully clutches your throat with his huge hand sending a whole new kind of sensation down to your core. You gasp quietly as he rocks in and out of you watching your eyes flutter open and closed. Another orgasm tightening up in your stomach as he bucks against you.

“Uhtred!” you squeal again.

He thrusts sporadically, finally releasing his hand from your throat and you moan out loudly. You buck up against him as the waves crash through your core again, leaving your legs tingling and your stomach uncurling. You rock against him as he moans into your bare shoulder. You feel the hot heat burst out inside you and groan happily against him. He gradually slows his pace, panting against you. You pull him back, colliding his lips with yours again. He pants heavily against you, resting his forehead to yours. After a long moment of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out; his tip dripping in cum as he leans over you panting. You reach down and grasp his twitching cock and he groans low against you. Your core throbs from pleasure and he leans down, capturing your mouth a final time with his.

“Uhtred..” You pant against him.

He smiles coyly against your lips exhaling heavily.

“...One more time?..”

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ladyinred2248 · 13 days

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Beltane, Part 2

Note: I had to make a Part 2, I am simply too feral to only have a Part 1 to this. Enjoy ;)

Warnings under the cut.

Warnings: Mature, sexual themes. Small plot. Group sex, Cuckold, anal sex, m/m and f/m intercourse, threesome/foursome, blowjobs.

Finan grinned at Gisela’s question, taking a deep relaxed breath as he closed his eyes. He still felt the rush in his cheeks from the strong orgasm, and once his awareness was brought back he could feel Uhtred stroking his rough hands up and down his thighs. Uhtred took in Finan’s state, pleased to have given him such a strong peak, and grinned at him when Finan finally opened his eyes again.

“Good?” Uhtred asked him in his Danish accent with a smirk.

Finan nodded with a smile, relishing in Gisela’s sweet touch as she continued to leave wet kisses on his chest and his stomach. She turned to Uhtred, giving him a smirk with pursed lips. “Is he not a sight to behold?”

Uhtred hummed in reply and licked his lips before grabbing Finan’s hands and pulling him up to a seated position. Uhtred grabbed Finan’s face and gave him a searing kiss, stroking their tongues together as Finan moaned. Sihtric came over again to witness the afterglow.

“That was a good one. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, Finan.” Sihtric said in a low, sensual voice, running his hand along Finan’s bicep and then to his chest. Finan pinched his lips together as he took in the sight of Sihtric’s bare, muscular physique and sighed at the additional stimulation. Gisela giggled, looking at Sihtric innocently. “I have a feeling that you want a turn, Sihtric.”

Sihtric hummed, bringing his hand down to her breast, pinching Gisela’s nipple in his fingers and causing her to whimper. “I do, lady.” He turned to Uhtred, and Uhtred gave him a grin and nodded. “Take her, Sihtric.”

Sihtric came over to Gisela, taking her into his arms as she giggled. She turned to look at Finan, who was watching with a smirk. “Finan, I will return to you. Sit back and relax.” She winked. Finan couldn’t help but watch as Sihtric sat them down in a chair, sinking Gisela down onto his hard cock and immediately giving her a relentless pace, coaxing a lewd moan from her as she tangled her fingers in his half shaved, curly hair. Sihtric grabbed her throat and gave her a deep kiss, swallowing her moans with his mouth. They had very obviously been lovers before, given that they had no hesitation before diving into each other roughly. Sihtric grabbed her arse tightly, almost growling at her while he fucked her. The mere sight caused Finan’s cock to grow hard again, watching as Gisela got fucked into submission by the Dane, who grabbed her hair and her throat in his strong hands. Sigdeflaed was still in the corner entranced by Osferth, who had sunk his cock into her tight behind and was using his fingers to stroke slowly in and out of her core in tandem as she moaned relentlessly. Finan chuckled at the sight before his eyes, finding it ironic that his baby monk was in such a sinful position.

Uhtred brought Finan’s awareness back to the two of them, stroking Finan’s cock firmly with his hand.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Uhtred whispered, then turned Finan onto all fours. Uhtred sank his cock within him again, this time not so gently, giving him an eager pace and immediately stroking the sensitive spot within his entrance. Finan gasped as Uhtred gave him the whole length of his cock, pulling out almost entirely and then giving him another strong thrust before setting a firm pace. Uhtred grabbed Finan’s throat from behind and wrapped his muscular arm around his torso, pulling Finan against him as he fucked him. Uhtred loved how the fierce warrior whimpered softly for him, and felt it as his abdominal muscles clenched after several minutes of deep thrusts. Finan closed his eyes and let out a deep moan, which caught Sihtric and Gisela’s attention, both of them still fucking but watching Uhtred and Finan with grins. Finan was on the cusp of another orgasm, this time without any stimulation to his cock. Finan’s brows furrowed and he moaned Uhtred’s name raggedly, Uhtred joining in with moans of his own as his peak wasn’t far behind.

“That’s it Finan, give it to me,” Uhtred growled.

Finan let out another strong moan as he clenched his teeth, a small tear escaping his eye as his hips shook, his abdominal muscles clenching and his cock releasing his spend on the bed in front of them. Uhtred couldn’t hold back any longer, releasing himself inside Finan with stuttering strokes.

“Gods, he is so fucking hot,” Sihtric whispered to Gisela about Finan as she nodded, entranced by the sight ahead of them.

Finan collapsed onto his stomach on the bed, still whimpering helplessly and recovering from his second mind shattering peak. Uhtred grinned again at the sight of the Irish warrior trembling beneath him and struck Finan’s arse with a harsh hand, making him jump. Finan rolled over to his back again, smiling at Uhtred as he stroked his hands up and down Finan’s firm abs, both of them panting to catch their breath.

“Lord!” Sihtric beckoned, “Bring Finan to me, will you?”

Gisela grinned, standing up from her position on Sihtric and coming over to grab Finan’s hand to lead him over to Sihtric. Uhtred followed behind them, then whispered in Finan’s ear.

“I want you to suck his cock.”

Uhtred’s words sent shivers down Finan’s spine, and he gladly obliged, kneeling down to his knees to take Sihtric’s cock into his mouth.

“Ah, that’s it…” Sihtric groaned, just before Uhtred came over to capture Sihtric’s mouth with his. Uhtred pulled away from their kiss, chuckling at Sihtric before speaking in a low, teasing tone. “I know you want him to fuck you.” Uhtred chuckled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes at the sensation of Finan sucking the head of his cock, then answered Uhtred as he let out a deep breath. “I do, Lord.”

Uhtred hummed with satisfaction, then brought Finan up from his knees. He took Finan’s hand again, leading him back to the bed as Sihtric followed. Uhtred pushed Sihtric down to lay on his back, gripping his cock and stroking it as Sihtric groaned again and tilted his head back. Uhtred took the oil tincture from the table, stroking Finan’s cock with oil and then coming down to finger Sihtric’s hole. Sihtric gasped at Uhtred’s stimulation, two long fingers coming deep to stroke at the sensitive spot within as Sihtric whimpered.

“He’s ready for you, Finan.” Uhtred growled, coming up to hang over Finan’s shoulder and watching intently as Finan sank his cock into Sihtric’s tight ring of muscle slowly, causing Sihtric to roll his eyes back. Gisela had been entertaining Osferth and Sig, but felt compelled to come over and witness the pleasure feast that was going on between the three men. She giggled as she came down to kiss Sihtric’s lips, witnessing a deep flush coming across his cheeks as Finan picked up his pace, driving his cock deeper within him. “Oh, Sihtric… doesn’t he feel so good?” She teased, now bringing her hand to stroke at Sihtric’s cock.

Sihtric let out a deep moan, nodding and barely able to form words. “Yes, lady.. ah! Fuck,”

Finan bit his lip, the Danish warrior beneath him trembling and clenching his cock, practically begging for him to come inside him. Gisela sucked Sihtric’s cock while Finan fucked him, until Sihtric could barely hold on any longer, the pressure building in his groin.

Uhtred had been watching intently and put a finger in Sihtric’s mouth, groaning as Sihtric sucked it with a moan.

Uhtred took over for Gisela and brought his mouth to Sihtric’s cock, showing him no mercy as he came up and down on it, gagging on his cock as he tried to coerce his peak.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck... yes!!” Sihtric panted, his head tilting back once again as he clenched his teeth. Finan bit his bottom lip, the sight of Sihtric convulsing beneath him sending him over the edge. Sihtric’s hips shuddered as he clenched Finan’s cock, a loud moan escaping his lips before he came in Uhtred’s mouth.

Gisela giggled and took a sip of ale, watching as the men came apart before her. Sigdeflaed came over to join Gisela, taking a sip of ale and then wrapping her arms around Gisela’s waist from behind her. “Happy Beltane,” she whispered.

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Æthelstan & Uhtred, Father and Son - Seven Kings Must Die

(aka uhtred saying gay rights🏳️‍🌈)

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An Eye for an Eye - 01

“The Rescue”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1,4k

Warnings: Blood, Injury, Unconsciousness, allusion to violence / rape / kidnapping, angst

Chapter Summary: Osferth's patrol around Uhtred's camp takes an unexpected turn when he discovers the injured and feverish Aemma in a roadside ditch. Concerned for her well-being, Osferth brings her back to camp, where Uhtred identifies her as the young daughter of Coccham's alehouse owner. Determined to help her recover, Osferth, Finan, Uhtred, and Sihtric rally together to provide care and support.

Osferth had seen a lot of things in his days but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that lay before him. Peering down into the cold, muddy ditch he saw a young woman, not older than eight and ten years, cowering in the corner clutching her knees to her chest, all muddy and bloody. He couldn’t make out her face in the darkness but he could barely hear her whimpering from where he stood.

He scrambled down into the ditch and crouched beside her. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he could make out more details about her appearance; she was wearing a filthy dress with tattered edges and her waist long hair was knotted up atop her head. She was trembling as if someone had just shook her awake from a deep sleep and it looked like she hadn’t eaten in days. Osferth had no idea who this woman was or how she ended up here but there was something about her that made him stay put despite all the dangers outside their little camp.

She was barely conscious, her face filthy and her clothes travel-stained and tattered. Her body was frail and her breathing labored, indicating that she must have been feverish for a longer while. Under her breath, he heard fragments of sentences, "I... water... who? What was I doing here? What are you doing here?"

He gently leaned forward and touched her arm cautiously as if trying not to startle her. The woman flinched away at first then slowly raised her head to look at Osferth with huge, fearful eyes that brimmed with tears threatening to trickle down any moment now. Seeing this, Osferth felt pain twist inside of him like a thorny vine— something told him this poor soul had been through a lot of suffering in order for it to lead up to this very moment of desperation and despair. He brushed aside some stray strands of hair from eyes, so she could see properly.

"Who are you?", he asked. He got out a flask of water and brought it to her bloody, cracked lips. "Drink this, you must be parched from the heat and your fever. Where is your family? What happened?"

She greedily took long sips. It felt like it had been months since she last had something to drink. "I... I don't know... I can't remember... my back hurts a lot...," she mumbled though her fever. "Are... are you an angel? Since.. when.. are angels... so handsome?"

He chuckled, his voice full of worry. "As much as I'd love to be called an angel I'm just a mortal. You've been through a lot haven't you? Where did you come from? What do you last remember?", he asked, dabbing away the sweat on her face with the sleeve of his shirt.

With shaky, unsteady movements she nodded her head, trying to stand up but stumbling backward into the ditch. The impact sent a shockwave through her body, reverberating down every nerve ending until she was lost in a daze of pain. Her hand shot out instinctively, grasping for something to steady herself - anything- but it was too late as she fell backwards into the pool of her own blood.

The sticky substance coated her skin and hair with an oily thickness that refused to be wiped away. With each movement she made, more blood flowed forth from the wounds on her back, staining the ground beneath her with a deep red hue.

"I... I can't remember a lot.. but... please help...", she managed to stutter out, between deep, pained gasps for air. She felt her skin burning up with the fever, trying her hardest to stay awake and conscious.

Osferth felt his heart sink as he saw the girl's limp body, almost lifeless against the ground. He quickly lifted her up, not caring that her blood had now spread to his hands and clothes. His voice was filled with desperation as he shouted for help, running back into the camp. "Don't do this to me! Don't you dare die on me!", he begged, squeezing her tightly in his arms as he ran.

As he reached the camp, he frantically ran up to Uhtred, who had been sharpening his dagger together with Finan and Sihtric. They all jumped up and readied themselves for attack, but relaxed when they saw that it was just Osferth. "Uhtred, please... I know not what to do, she's injured and burning up... I...," he stuttered and held her even tighter.

Uhtred's mouth drew into a tight line and his eyes narrowed as he glared down at the battered girl. "Aemma?! But that's the daughter of the alehouse owner in Coccham! What is she doing here?! Sihtric, get our herbs! Lay her on some furs Osferth, we need to stop her wounds from bleeding!" His voice was tinged with concern. "Just a child, barely reaching adulthood... so many things could have happened to her..."

Osferth tenderly laid her on the thick furs of his tent and nodded to Finan, who ground Sihtric's herbs into a fine powder and put them into a tiny pot of steaming water over the campfire. "Yes my Lord, I recall seeing her scrubbing the floors but I just stumbled upon her in a ditch - lost in an incoherent delirium and blazing with fever. She's been fading in and out of consciousness ever since...," he rambled, gripping Aemma's hand for dear life.

Uhtred exchanged a worried look with Finan and pressed his fingers onto his lips, silencing the Irishmen from saying anything. Osferth took out his flask and placed it gently to Aemma's lips. "Drink this, I want you to try and stay awake.. Please..."

Aemma weakly opened her eyes and took a few small sips, coughing in between. "I... I went to fetch herbs and berries... then... I can't remember...," She muttered and fliched, as she touched her back."I'm so sore..."

Sihtric stalked into the tent, his jaw clenched in determination as he ripped Aemma's dress away and slathered herbal paste onto her wounds with harsh strokes. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to the gods as he saw that the injury did not appear to be infected. Her cries of agony filled the tent as Sihtric shushed her with a gentle yet firm tone. "She should recover in a few days if we can keep her hydrated and nourished," he declared with a steely voice.

Osferth's tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with her own blood. He tenderly brushed away a clump of matted hair from her face, trying to ignore the deep gashes that crisscrossed her skin. "What kind of monster would do this to you? I wish I could take away your pain." His heart ached as he crouched before her, pressing a cold rag on her forehead in an effort to soothe her agony.

Aemma opened her eyes and looked up into Osferth's worried gaze, feeling like she was spinning in a never ending circle of despair. "Yes... please.... just take away the pain," she murmured softly. She forced herself to focus on Osferth's ragged breaths and the chill of his touch against her skin, desperately needing the distraction from her misery.

"Don't fear. I will protect you with my life, so sleep now and forget the pain of your wounds. It's alright to close your eyes now, to rest. You'll get through this, and I will be here for you." When he told her that she would make it out alive, that courage filled his eyes. His voice was strong but sincere. As the men saw her slipping away into a deep slumber, they walked out of the tent and sat down by the fire; shocked by what had just happened.

The men started speculating what could have happened and remembered the times they had seen her in the ale house in Coccham. Uhtred spoke first, recalling a time when he'd seen her talking to a shady looking Mercian with an moon shaped scar on his face. Finan nodded solemnly, remembering another time she had mentioned something about a stranger coming to visit her. All of them pondered over these events, trying to figure out how it could tie into Aemma's current condition.

Osferth felt overwhelmed with guilt for not being there to protect her; he only wished that he could make it up to her somehow.

They all agreed that this was no mere accident or misadventure, and that it was indeed possible that someone had deliberately done this to Aemma. Outrage filled their veins as they discussed who could be behind this heinous act and what their plan might be. They all made a silent vow at that very moment—to do whatever it took to bring justice for Aemma, even if it meant risking their own lives in the process.

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An Eye for an Eye - 04

“Sinful Confessions”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: period accurate gender stereotypes, fluff, sexual innuendos, adults talking about sex, just general saucyness

Chapter Summary: Aemma and Osferth make their way up to their camp halfway to Cirrenceastre, getting to know each other better. Much better, in fact. ;)

Aemma nodded and spurred her horse on, letting Osferth overtake her, as they made their way onwards, just as Uhtred had commanded them. "You know the way and you can read the signs, I'm without letters".

As they left the village, she nervously scratched her head, opening her heavy braid. "I'm really not that creative with horse names. What should I call her? Maybe Hooves?"

"Hooves is a good name, my Lady. I have never thought of giving mine a name," he chuckled and pointed ahead, over the grassland that stretched out on his left and the forest and hills on their right. "What can you tell me about yourself my lady? Do you have any siblings? We can play twenty questions along the way if you'd like to get to know me as well. We shall travel most of the day."

She nodded gently as she levelled her horse to ride on the same height as his. Hooves farted loudly and neighed. "Sweet Jesus, maybe I should've called her wind." She paused for a second and rearranged herself in her saddle. "Sure, but I'm really not that Interesting. I'm Aemma, daughter of the gruff Paega, Coccham's alehouse master. I have no siblings. What about you, if I may ask?", she asked nonchalantly.

Osferth chuckled and smiled at her. "Hooves is a great name, please do not change it. But let me tell you, I think I could hold conversations with you for days without getting bored," he said with a grin. He paused before saying, "My name is Osferth, the illegitimate son of King Alfred. My mother was Lady Ecgwyn – she was such a kind woman. My father had two legitimate children with his wife – Edward the Aetheling and Aethelflaed of Mercia."

Aemma gasped, realizing she had ventured too far. "Oh, I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." she stammered apologetically as she shrank back. He registered her expression in a split second, his face contorting with confusion and concern. "What is it?" His eyes were wide with fear that he may have said something to offend her. "Please, tell me my lady, what is the issue?"

"I didn't offend you did I? I just... I mean, it makes sense... why else would the king send you to go to a monastery when you're a small boy...", she sighed and shook her head. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't know."

Osferth shook his head and smiled. "No, you couldn't offend me my lady, it takes very little to actually offend me." He sighed, relieved at her words. "There's very few who know my story, I've never really thought it important." He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, looking at Aemma.

As they rode together, Osferth took in every detail of Aemma's countenance; her lightly tanned skin that seemed almost untouched from years of hardship and a strength he observed in the way she sat atop the horse. He was mesmerized by her composure even amongst adversity – her lips would curl when she chuckled, a hint of melancholy barely perceptible in the crease between her brows. Her demeanour spoke of hope and fortitude; a courage that inspired him and had him watching with admiration as her thick hair swayed against her back with each powerful canter of their horses. They journeyed on, until the long grass began to whisper secrets only the wind and hooves could understand.

"Would you like me to speak as we ride or when we are at camp and have more time? I would not wish to trouble you, my lady," he said shyly, seeing as Aemma had noticed him staring at her.

She blushed and bit her cracked lip. "Uhm, I don't mind talking to you at all right now. Riding in silence would be more fitting to a nun, would it not? So back to the twenty questions, I guess. Uh .. what is your favorite time of the year?" she asked, scanning her eyes over Osferth's body. He looked better than any man she had seen in Coccham, she thought to herself.

Osferth grinned and turned onto another road once they had reached a crossroads. "Alright, let us continue, then. My favourite time of the year is early summer, the warmth on my skin, the fresh flowers, the brightness of the sky and the sound of the birds. I love watching plants grow, it fascinates me, especially as I love the forest. What is your favourite time of the year my lady?”

Aemma puckered her lips into a coy smile, a look of discomfort flashing over her face as she steadied herself in the saddle; her back injury had begun to flare up again. "Winter is my favorite season," she said through fluttering eyelashes. "Everything just looks so spooky and deliciously mysterious under the darkness. Plus, it's much easier to sneak away unnoticed in the cloak of night." With a slight giggle and playful blush, she pointedly ignored his gaze.

"Sneaking away, you say?" Osferth asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, giving her a teasing smile. "My lady, I do hope you weren't getting yourself into any trouble that could potentially taint your virtuous reputation!"

"Oh, no need to worry about that," Aemma cooed, leaning closer, grinning widely. "I was always quite the good girl...at least until someone came along to corrupt me." She gave him a sly wink before turning her attention back to the road ahead.

Osferth raised an eyebrow. "Care to tell me about your misadventures? I'm sure it's far more interesting to hear of your past rather than talk about who has the better horse name."

Aemma winked at Osferth, her eyes sparkling with mischievousness, as she slid off of Hooves. "I just need to stretch first," She said, allowing herself to fall onto her knees and giving a deep bend to her back before quickly springing up again. "Ahh, that's better."

"Sure," she continued, her voice taking on a honeyed tone. "How much detail do you want? It's quite juicy, you know." She gave him a flirtatious smile and cocked an eyebrow.

Osferth blushed lightly, his smirk widening as he met her gaze. "I'm a big boy my lady, and I'm confident I can handle it. Lay it on me..."

She spurred Hooves’ on and grinned. “So… there’s a saddler in Coccham, Leofwine, right? He’s about one or two years younger than you. He must have known I needed someone to show me the ropes when it came to certain activities,” she said with a sly smirk. “He used to ride me like a horse! But he seemed to like the oral one the best, so that quickly became our favourite pastime.” Aemma blushed furiously, not quite sure how Osferth would take this admission.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You did WHAT!?”

Aemma tried her best to maintain her composure despite the heat of crimson embarrassment flooding through her veins. She shrugged coyly and offered him a mischievous smile. “I’m no saint! I thought you knew that by now. Why else would I be running around town in the dead of winter?”

“How did you like your lessons?” he asked suggestively, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk, still facing the path in the path in front of them. “You’ve certainly given me quite the story to think about with your escapades my lady, bravo.”

Aemma blushed even deeper, her eyes widening at the implication of his words. “I had to learn it somehow, Osferth. Don’t tell me you’ve never indulged in such temptations? Or… indulged yourself?”

Osferth pretended to be scandalized and feigned shock. “You’re asking me such things my lady? Never would I!” He shook his head in mock disapproval before a devious glint appeared in his eye and he let out a shy laugh. “If I were any other man I’d call for a duel! Now that you have exposed such private matter, I can never look at you the same way again!”

She bit her lip and grinned, watching the trees and hills pass by while one of the horses neighed. After a few minutes of silence where the both of them were grinning and blushing, Aemma suddenly twisted around in her seat, lowering her voice into a shy whisper. "Ugh, usually I'm not so... Sinful but something about you and this whole new situation just flipped a switch in me, I'm sorry."

Osferth smiled at her words, finding her mischievious side a welcome aspect of his new companion. He chuckled as he turned to face her, "There is no need to appologise my lady, I find your 'sinful' side quite appealing."

Aemma looked up at him and gave him a quizzical look. "May I ask about your sinful side? What... What activated it and ... What.. Uhm, do you think about?", she asked, slightly embarrased yet cheerful.

Osferth was taken aback by the sudden question, his cheeks turning a bright red as he stuttered for an answer. “Well, uh... I sometimes think of a girl I knew…” He paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts before continuing. He hoped that she didn't notice that he was lying; he had thought of her, in the last few days, at least. “I mean, I’ve had some experiences and all but I’m still technically a virgin. When I’m in private though… well… you know what they say about idle hands. So… yeah there is that," he finished off with a shy smirk before looking away in embarrassment. "I'm a man and have a man's... Desires. I hope you know what that means my lady, do you need me to elaborate further or shall I leave it at that?"

Aemma blushed heavily, her cheeks nearly matching the red of Osferth's. She knew exactly what he meant and was surprised at how forward and frank he had been with her. She couldn't help but find it cute and a little hot, even though she was awkward about the whole thing. “No, no I think I got the gist of it," she replied softly, still blushing as she looked away from him. After a few moments of silence she timidly added, “But… if you wanted to… I mean… if you have any interest in me… would that be okay?”

The corners of Osferth's mouth started to twitch as he tried to hide a smile, yet the amusement and embarrassement he felt at her words were clearly showing on his face. "I suppose you already know my answer to that question but yes I am very interested in you. I must admit my lady you bring out the devil in me."

He paused, straightening himself in the saddle. “My lady, tell me: have you always craved for freedom? Or does your wild side come from a desire to escape your mundane life?”

Aemma exhaled and patted Hooves' neck. "I guess you could say that working at the alehouse since I was ten gave me an appreciation of freedom. Serving my parents only to get food and shelter – being made to feel like I owed them something – that's when I realized I wanted more. But becoming a housewife with a bunch of noisy kids in Coccham... that would have been worse than anything."

Osferth's eyes widened at her words. "I'm sorry my lady, I can only imagine what you had to go through growing up, you're a stronger woman for it." He paused and smiled, looking up into the stormy skies. "So what's your plan for your future? What do you wish to do with your freedom?" he asked quietly, his eyes gleaming curiously. A distant clap of thunder rolled over the hills. The sun disappeared behind the thick blanket of clouds ahead of them, turning the previously lush green nature into a dreary scenery.

"I will probably fight for Lord Uhtred with you until... Until... I don't know yet. As long as he needs me," Aemma said quietly. She had a small, almost secret smile on her lips, barely visible from the corner of her mouth. Her hair framed her face in a gentle wave, the wind gently lifting it and blowing it behind her back.

Osferth couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the woman in front of him. She had a fuller figure than the women of Uhtred's tastes - her dress hugged her body tightly, highlighting each curve and angle. Her dark hair hung down to her waist, accentuating her delicate features and making her look even more alluring than before. He was drawn to Aemma's strength yet there was also something vulnerable about her which made him want to protect and care for her.

He sighed quietly in admiration as they continued riding on. The wind blew stronger as they neared their destination, bringing with it a coolness that reminded Osferth of the battles that awaited them in the coming days. Yet despite the chill in the air, his heart felt warm as he watched Aemma ride alongside him; he was proud that she had chosen to fight for Uhtred and himself, understanding what kind of risks she faced. He truly admired this courageous woman who had thrown away everything she had known to pursue freedom instead - he could only hope that with his help, she would find it one day.

"What are your hopes and dreams when you fight and win against the danes? What would you wish for? Would you like to live somewhere in particular, have a family?," he asked shyly, hoping not to overstep Aemma's boundaries.

She blushed and looked to the side, hiding behind her dancing hair. "I'll Probably... Start a family with... Someone that... loves me," she muttered and avoided Osferth's gaze.

"That's a wonderful thing to wish for, my lady, a family that will love you. Is there anyone in particular that you have your eye on? Any gentleman in our company that you have your hopes set on?," he said in a gentle, yet teasing way, slowing his horse down as they neared a small valley, the thunderstorm still raging in the distance. The valley was nestled at the entrance of a forest, nestles between steep cliffs and dark trees. In the distance a towering storm cloud could be seen, its lightning flashing across the sky. The thunder echoed through the air as cold winds blew, bringing the smell of rain with it.

Aemma playfully rolled her eyes and rode towards a group of trees which grew closely together. She jumped off of Hooves and tied her and Osferth's steed to the trees, before helping him descend as well. "Don't tease me Osferth! You already know my answer. I get a serious expression and sigh once more. I just hope that you.. I mean, my gentleman, will be patient with children. I don't want to leave you as fast as I joined you."

A wide smile spread across his face, and a soft laugh escaped him. "I've heard that one could... be close, without having to fear pregnancy. We shall see when the time comes."

Aemma's eyes widened at Osferth's suggestion, her face turning bright red once again. She fumbled with her hands, unsure of how to respond, but the thought of being intimate with Osferth was also enticing. "I...I don't know about that, Osferth. I mean I've heard of it too but I don't know if it's safe," she said softly, looking down at the ground beneath her feet.

Osferth stepped closer to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, my lady. I want you to feel safe and loved with me," he said in a gentle voice, his eyes searching hers.

Aemma looked up at him, feeling her heart swell with affection. "I do feel safe with you, Osferth. You make me feel like I'm not alone in this world," she said, placing her hand over his on her shoulder.

Osferth smiled at her, feeling a warmth spread through him. "I will always be here for you, Aemma. I promise," he said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her forehead.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, the only sounds coming from the wind rustling through the trees and the distant thunderstorm.

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Seven Kings Must Die was so good. The acting, writing and fight scenes was chef’s kiss. I really loved the scenes between Uhtred and Athelstan were my favorite, especially the final talk between them.

Uhtred never gave up on Athelstan despite all he had done which was so true to Uhtred's characterisation throughout the series. He always saw the good in the people he loved no matter what they had done. Something that was both a weakness and strength of his.

That final talk between Uhtred and Athelstan was so special. The hidden meaning behind it, Athelstan's gratitude... the fact that Uhtred's final action was keeping his word, ensuring a peaceful succession and, making sure that Athelstan wouldn't be forced into something he didn't want was just *chefs kiss*.

God, I am going to miss this franchise so much.

#inbox 💌#the last kingdom #seven kings must die #the last kingdom spoilers #seven kings must die spoilers #athelstan tlk #uhtred tlk

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justasightseer · 1 year

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The Man, The Myth, The Asylum Inmate… Introducing the founder and head publicist of the Pretty Boys Club, our very own Uhtred of Cookham Rumcofa Bebbanburg! ⚔️

#seven kings must die countdown #day 2 #seven kings must die #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk edit #uhtred #alexander dreymon #he's far too pretty for his own good #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred tlk #tlk fandom

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mojogifs · 2 months

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Uhtred Ragnarsson / TLK Season 3

#the last kingdom #uhtred ragnarsson #tlk season 3 #uhtred tlk #tlk #uhtred #alexander dreymon #mojogifs

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I started watching The Last Kingdom because I want to read your Osferth fics 😂😂😂 only on episode 3, so far I’m loving it! Curious thou, what season can I expect to see Osferth 🥰

Anon!! You will love it!!! I love this series so much 😏 you may have to wait a bit…. But it's worth it! And the rest until then is exciting too 😌 🖤🖤

#ewan mitchell #osferth x y/n #osferth #osferth smut #osferth x you #osferth tlk #osferth x reader #osferth imagine #osferth the last kingdom #the last kingdom #finan tlk #uhtred tlk #uhtred #uhtred of bebbanburg #sihtric tlk #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric

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moonlight-rider25 · 1 year

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Nope.nope.nope...

I refuse to accept seven kings must die as the ending of this serries. I'm just going to close my eyes and keep telling myself it was a terrible dream.

Uhtred is still live and well in my heart and will be forever.

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soulhollow · 2 months

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Here I am, rewatching TLK once again, because I love my existence to be pain and suffering

#alfred tlk #uhtred tlk #alfred x uhtred

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An Eye for an Eye - 02

“Banter”

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions violence / rape / kidnapping / castration, period accurate gender stereotypes, talk of forced marriage, slight angst, fluff, sexual innuendos

Chapter Summary: Aemma's dream reveals a significant prophecy, fueling her determination to recover and heal. Sharing her harrowing ordeal of abduction and attempted rape with the men, she believes her future is tarnished. However, Osferth offers her a glimmer of hope by suggesting she join their group instead of returning to Coccham. Uhtred grants her permission to stay, and as they journey towards Glastonburh, a newfound connection blossoms between Aemma and Osferth, evident in their playful banter and flirtation.

Aemma awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, as if it were about to burst. She had been dreaming, of a mighty victory, of a powerful Dane that had threatened her peace, of a brave man, Osferth, who she had saved from certain death.

She felt the energy flowing through her veins, her wounds healing, her fever broken. She opened her eyes and felt the warmth of the fire in the tent, its light filling the space.

She couldn't remember much of her rescue and only felt herself waking up every now and then when either Osferth or one of the other men had come to give her something to eat and drink and to change the dressings on her back.

She looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity and yet, something strange and new. She slowly sat up, feeling a bit wobbly as she did. Her gaze slowly adjusted to the flickering of the firelight, and she saw that her tent was guarded by Osferth, Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric, who all sat at their breakfasts.

Aemma reached out and felt a bandage covering her lower back. Her wounds had healed well and her strength had returned to her. How had this happened?

She thought back to the dream, to the mighty Dane and the brave Osferth. She remembered the fierce duel, the mighty blow of her blade, and the satisfaction of her victory. She realized that the dream had given her the strength she needed to wake up and that it had been her dream that had healed her. She needed, when the time had come, to save Osferth's life.

Aemma slowly got up and stepped out of the tent. The morning was a warm one; the green grass was still covered in dew. She took a deep breath and felt a sense of peace and well-being wash over her. She walked over to the men and gave them a little wave. "Uh.. Good Morning..."

Osferth smiled. "Morning! And I'm glad to see you well again. How do you feel?" He put his food away and got up to greet her with the rest of the men, clearly happy to see her well again. He offered her some of his bread.

Aemma blinked a few times and scratched her head, her long, dark hair clumped together with blood and sweat. "I feel... alive", she said matter-of-factly. She stared at the man with the blue eyes, before it dawned on her that it was Uhtred, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, where upon she fell into a deep curtsy. "My Lord, I.... thank you", she mumbled out, blushing furiously.

Uhtred chuckled and shook his head, tearing a piece of bread off for himself. "No need to bow, my lady, we had to help you, we couldn't leave you to perish, could we? Please, have some breakfast, you must be so hungry. I'm glad to see you're well, we were all worried about you."

She nodded greatfully and sat down next to Osferth, taking his offered bread. "Thank you for finding and rescuing me, Osferth...", she said, her mouth full of tasty bread.

"You're more then welcome, my lady. Please, help yourself to whatever food or drink you'd like", Osferth said with a warm smile and poured himself and Aemma a cup of Ale and passed it to her."Was there any particular reason you tried to venture off on your own? If it's not too bold of me to ask."

Aemma blushed, embarassed. "I only wanted to fetch herbs and berries for mother so we could make spiced ale and cider again. Then... I can't really remember, it's still fuzzy in my mind... Someone hit me over the head, the next thing I knew he took me into a forest and tried...", she paused and tried her hardest to bite back her tears. She nervously looked down onto the ground.

"Tried... ruining my reputation... if you know what I mean. Then... I think I kicked him, he stabbed me, I gouged one of his eyes out and started running. I shake my head and sip some ale. I can't remember more... I know, I was a fool, I should've gone with someone else or with a dagger..."

Osferth snarled in rage, his clenched fists trembling with the power of his hatred for Aemma's attacker. Fury boiled in his veins and he ground his teeth as he spoke. "Whoever did this will pay dearly. No woman should ever have to bear such an atrocity." His face twisted into a scowl as he kicked the earth beneath his feet. "I wish I could have taken that fiend's life with my own hands! I have no mercy for these kinds of men!"

Shrugging, Aemma pointed to the massive sprawl of woodland around them. A vast expanse of dense trees and shrubs stretched out before them, dark shadows playing across the greenery. Moss and foliage clung to the trunks of trees as they grew taller than the horizon, their branches twisting and reaching out in all directions. Birds soared between them and the forest floor was alive with small creatures, running and jumping around in the underbrush. The air was fresh with the smell of pine and the distant sound of running water.

"I doubt it. He's probably somewhere out there... I mean, you're more than likely to kill him if you'd like", Aemma muttered, turned towards him and gave him a little smile. "It's alright though. I'm just an alehouse-girl, my life isn't really important anyhow. The only thing I do is serve ale and scrub the vomit-covered floors." She said with a wink, remembering how he liked to overindulge sometimes in her father's alehouse.

Osferth watched as the Aemma's eyes filled with tears, even though she tried to lift the mood. His heart ached—he wanted to make her feel better, to let her know how much she meant to him and to everyone else. He reached over and took her hand in his, gently squeezing and caressing it.

"My lady," he said softly. "You are so strong and brave. Your life is just as important as anyone else's, no matter your station or rank. Don't ever talk down upon yourself again—we all admire you for your courage and resilience. Not everyone could gouge an eye out after being stabbed."

Aemma trembled, her head bowed in despair. She tried to hide the greasy, bloody strands of hair that framed her face, but it was of no use. "What you say is easy for you," she spat, her voice rising with anger. "You are a fearless warrior amongst the most powerful in Wessex, while I will return home to my family and be married off to the first man who shows interest. To him I must bear children, or suffer the consequences!" With sorrow in her eyes, she quietly shook her head. "Forgive me; I did not mean to cause offense."

Osferth smiled and nodded."I'm sure you will find a good man, and I mean that. Just please don't let them force you to marry someone you don't want, be strong and be proud. If you ever want to be free, you can always come to Wintancaester, we'll protect you from any danger there and you'll never have to worry about anything again," he said warmly. "You can never offend me my lady, please, never think that."

She arched an eyebrow and smiled at him, as she had just gotten a genius idea. "And what if... We want to get revenge together? And because it would be too "shameful" for me to return home... May I join you so they may repay you for rescuing me? I can cook, sew and fight decently."

Osferth looked up at you, his smile slowly widening."Did you think I was going to turn down such an opportunity? Few young women get a chance like this - to join a team of the most gifted warriors in the kingdom. It is like a blessing that had been bestowed upon me."

Aemma's smile brightened as she caught sight of Uhtred, and she hurried over. Her wide eyes were full of hope and her voice was bubbly when she spoke. "Lord Uhtred, please allow me to join you! Please, please, please?" She begged him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Uhtred smiled at her excitement, shaking his head in amusement. "Of course, you may, my lady, if you wish", he said and nodded, "You'd be surprised how many brave women I've fought with before, some of them even braver then some of the men." He chuckled at this but shook his head in thought. "I promise you you'll never be bored, there's always an adventure waiting for you with this group."

Finan grinned as Aemma jumped up, hugging Uhtred tightly and then kissing him, Sihtric and Osferth on their cheeks. "You're my saving graces! I shall forever be indebted to you."

"Go get your bags and prepare to ride, once you're ready, you'll be a full member of this group, my only request is that you take on a new name, one to suit a warrior instead of alehouse-girl", Osferth mused and gave her a playful shove.

Aemma's eye roll was light but deliberate, her head turning slightly as if to make sure that everyone had seen it. Her expression was full of playfulness, her cheeks flush with amusement. "You know i have nothing except for the dirty clothes on me. I'll go wash myself and my clothes and then I'll be ready. You can decide on my nickname then, Osferth", she said and stretched herself seductively. "I take it you want to make sure that I'm.... Safe while i bathe?"

He gave her a sly side eye and smirked."I didn't even think of that but I don't see any harm in it," he chuckled at her, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer then usual, "Go and get cleaned up, and we'll talk about your new name later." Amma nodded and walked toward the creek, slightly wincing at her sore muscles.

She quickly threw off her dress and untied her dress, dipping into the fresh water. "No peeping!", she screamed towards the men and quickly washed herself. When she was clean, she walked back to him and grinned. "Now you can see that I usually don't look like a swamp witch."

Osferth chuckled. "Of course I wasn't going to peep, no need to worry. Now for the part I think you're going to enjoy. What would you like to change your name to, to better suit a brave warrior woman such as yourself?"

Aemma winked and grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Suuuure, of course you didn't peep. Like I'd believe that" she said mockingly with a hint of amusement in her voice. She helped him gather his supplies and leaned against his horse, scratching it's side affectionately as if it was her own loyal steed. Her long damp hair curled up in tight ringlets around her face, framing it beautifully. "How about Aemma the Eye-gouger? Or is that too brutal?"

Osferth smiled softly as he watched her. He had never seen anyone like her before. She was strong and brave, but also had an air of playfulness to her that made him feel at ease. He admired that trait in a person and knew she would be an extraordinary warrior one day.

"Why would it be too brutal? The story behind it just makes you sound even more dangerous and strong in my opinion", Osferth responded, letting admiration show on his features, "Aemma the Eye-gouger, the lady everyone will fear in the future, a feared warrior not to be reckoned with. Does that suit your fancy, Lady Aemma?"

She nodded her head and let out a bemused giggle. “So you’re the baby monk or the virgin boy, right?” she quipped, glancing over to see the others already preparing their horses. “How did you get these nicknames--or rather, why are they still used?”

Osferth glanced downward, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was clear that someone at the alehouse had been gossiping about him. His friends were always teasing him with those old childhood nicknames, knowing how much it mortified him. He tried desperately to put the past behind him and move on.

He cleared his throat and shot her an inquisitive look, wondering what other stories people had been telling about him in town. “Do... do you have any other nicknames?” he sheepishly asked, twirling the hilt of his sword in nervous circles.

Aemma wiggled her brows, trying to wind him up. "Mmh, let's see if ... Your nickname and reputation can be changed", she said, winking playfully. "Uhm well, next to alehouse girl and Aemma the eye-gouger i don't really have any others", she said nervously.

He blushed and looked down to hide it, a little embarrassed."I think Aemma the Eye-gouger suits you well, you're very intimidating with your looks and I'd be scared seeing you come at me in battle." Chuckling, he nodded as Sihtric told me that it was time leave. "So you don't think you'll need another nickname then?", he asked playfully.

Aemma stood back, letting him hop onto his horse. "Hopefully I'll not cause my enemies to laugh", she mumbled and climbed up behind him, tightly holding his waist. They spurred their horses and began traveling towards Glastonburh, which was only an hour away from them. There, Uhtred has promised her to get her supplies so she could continue traveling with them.

"How about, Aemma the seductress? Or Aemma the sinful?", she whispered into Osferth's ear, giggling.

“What exactly are you implying, my dear?” Osferth said, blushing furiously as she embraced him from behind. He gave her a sly smile before continuing. “You should really start using that nickname more often--Aemma the Sinful does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Just then, Finan rode up and burst out laughing. “Did I just hear you call her Aemma the Sinful, Osferth? It seems she already has you wrapped around her little finger!” The two old friends shared a laugh before Osferth responded with a shrug and a wide grin. “Hey, can you blame me? She’s strong and beautiful, who wouldn’t want to spend their time with her? I am truly the lucky one here.”

Aemma giggled and watched as Uhtred spurred his horse to go quicker. In the distance, Aemma could see the small city of Glastonburh. Its buildings shone brightly in the sun, their stone walls reflecting a myriad of colors as the light danced off of them. The town square bustled with people, merchants hawking their wares, and animals scurrying around in search of food. The city gates stood tall and imposing against the horizon, a beacon of safety and shelter in an otherwise hostile world.

"Osferth? And what... What would happen if I see my attacker? Can I just kill him or should I report it to someone?", she whispered quietly.

"If you see your attacker, you are very well within your rights to kill him yourself in my opinion. It would only make you look stronger for doing it", Osferth remarked, "But it would be best to tell the elders to let people know that there's a man who attacks defenseless women in the woods. It's your choice how you want to deal with it my lady. Do we know the village that the man lives in at all?"

Aemma nodded in determination, her dark eyebrows set in a frown on her pale face. "Yes, please do so. Although I have the faint feeling that he doesn't just go after any young women, he knew my name... But yes, off course Osferth, tell the others so that they can protect their daughters and wives", she said encouragingly.

She tried her best to remember her assailant but she could not seem to recognize him. "I haven't a clue to who he might be. It should be easy to find him, he only has one eye, after all. And long black hair, that's the most I can remember."

"I will make sure to do so and warn the people of the danger in the woods", he said and tried getting closer to her, speaking lower. "If I do find this man I promise you I'll have him hung by his feet from a tree, he will be punished I can assure you of that."

She cracked her knuckles demonstratively and sighed, seeing as they came closer to the town. "That sounds wonderful, that way I can castrate him better."

She then smiled as she tugged her torn dress around her waist. "I'm looking forward to getting a gown that doesn't look like a ripped sack of grain. Do you think my enemies will fear me if i look beautiful?", she asked flirtatiously.

"They will fear you and worship you in the same breath my lady. Your beauty will drive them wild with fear and lust, they will pray you show mercy", Osferth said and winked at you once again, noticing Sihtric and other men looked their way, smirking and laughing. "You're too much for them my lady, your beauty and ferocity will turn them to weak men at your feet."

Aemma let out an enchanting laugh that tickled his ear, her arms wrapping around his neck from behind. She planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, before whispering "oh hush, you flatter me too much. But I'll admit it feels good." She winked and took a step back, her hand lingering on him. "You know that flattery will only get you so far?" Her voice was like honey and she tilted her head just so, one of her hands resting lightly on his arm.

Osferth blushed, taken aback for a moment as she hugged him, laughing at her playfulness. "Flattery only gets so far? And what is it that gets you so much further?", he asked nervously, giving her a cute wink.

Uhtred shook his head and Finan grinned widely. "Give her some of your silver and let her buy her trinkets and I'll show you! You know nothing, baby Monk", he said playfully and winked at Aemma. "You want a real man, don't you, sweetcakes?", he asked cockily. She laughed and shook her head, resting it on Osferth's back. "My sweetcakes belong to Osferth, Irishman", she quipped.

Osferth turned bright red at her words and tried keeping his composure. "Oh, uh, I see now, that's what keeps a lady interested. So you mean to tell me that if I buy a lady gifts and trinkets then I'll get whatever I want? Even her... sweetcakes?"

Everyone erupted in laughter and dismounted their horses as they approached Glastonburh's stables. "Oh Osferth, you are a wonder to behold", Aemma giggled and walked up to Uhtred, "I shall see you in the tavern, my knight in shining armour", she said and blew him a kiss.

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