The Devil and The Snake

4. Sleep of the snake

Once in the bedding room Ivar sat on the bed and undid his braces, not looking at you. You stayed near the door, waiting to be acknowledged.

"Why are you so scared of me?"

"Why? I am not scared my ki..."

"(Y/N)..." hearing your name, spoken so softly, made you heart jump in your chest. Sitting down his legs on either side of him, not moving, he didn't look like Ivar, Angry Ivar from the tales. Ruthless killer. He simply looked like a handsome man, one maybe Caroline could believe in love with.

"What have you heard about me?"

"A lot of things."

"Scary things?"

Again, you couldn't answer. You didn't know how he would react to the truth, even to lies. You put your hand under your left breast, trying to believe in courage, in your own power. But you were scared.

"And have you heard what happened to my last wife"

This time you couldn't hide your fear, it was clear in your face and in your eyes.

"Yes" the word escaped your lips.

He sighed and took of his shirt before getting under the blankets and turning away from you.

"I'm sorry you heard it."

"My king, is..."

"Ivar (Y/N). My name is Ivar" he looked asleep already.

You stayed away for a while, waiting for him to move but he did not, so you took of your dress, leaving yourself only in your nightgown, carefully wrapping the poison inside the morning gown that was left in the room. You blew out all the candles in the room except for one you carried to the bed. You put in on your nightstand and lifted the blankets slowly as to not wake him up. As you did you saw the marking on his back, two snakes in the form of an eight. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt compelled to get your finger near it, feeling the heat of his skin without having to touch him. As he moved you took your hand back.

"I am not asleep (Y/N)"

He turned around, his eyes locking with yours. You hesitated before asking.

"Aren't we supposed to..." you felt asking was too dirty.

"To what?"

"Consummate, the marriage" In the dim lighting you thought you saw his smile. But maybe it was only the dark.

"Well, (Y/N). Would you like to."

You didn't answer. You knew that the wine would speak if you did and the wine would not lie to him.
The real answer was that he was handsome, his eyes were charming, and you could already feel yourself getting goosebumps down there. But a part of you, the one that still knew all she knew about him, wondered if making love to him would be the same as making love to the devil, eating the fruit and creating a new lower form of man.

Good at first but ultimately cursed.

"That is the answer I need"

He turned, letting you look at his back before blowing the candle. You were exhausted but you knew you weren't going to be able to sleep tonight. Ivar, added:

"Goodnight wife"

You felt obligated to answer and simply added "Goodnight Husband".

During the night you dreamt of snakes, crawling around you, some tightening their grip, some simply caressing your skin. Some biting some turning their faces away from you. Then a big one came and wrapped himself around you, looking at you with his deep blue eyes. His touch felt exquisite. It was sinful how good he felt, and as he slowly wrapped you, you could feel the end of his body slowly moving inside of your thighs to finally slowly enter your part, filling you as you breathed out the pleasure. You felt as if your body was escalading toward a goal making your toe curl and pushing noise out of your mouth you couldn't stop. You looked his eyes, seeing the ocean and death and wanting to drown in the pleasure he was giving you. Then his mouth opened wide, as to eat you and before you could scream