Vikings Imagines

Yule with Ragnar Part 3

Warning: mature content

I stay completely frozen, unsure of what to say. Ragnar stands out of his chair and walks until he standing right in front of me. His body looms over mine and I gather the courage to look up at him.

"I see the way you look at me, and I know you see the way I look at you. I don't know what these feelings are, but I continue to be so curious about you. I often find myself wondering what your skin would feel like on mine, or what your hair smells like. It's... unusual." Ragnar moves his hands down to the arms of my chair, causing me to sit back. He leans over me, putting his face just a breath away from mine. "Don't you ever wonder what I feel like..." he moves one hand to my face, pushing my hair behind my ear and cupping my cheek "...Princess?"

I take a deep breath before speaking. "Of course I do. You already said, you see the way I long for you. My entire body feels like it's bursting into flames when I meet your eyes with mine. I don't understand it either, and I don't plan to. You are married. You have duties and responsibilities. Nothing good could come of this." I rest my head on the back of my chair and look into his eyes.

"This is so far beyond all of that, Freydis. I know you know that too." Ragnar gently moves his hand to the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair, and a chill runs over my body. He tugs my head back so my face is level with his, his lips press to mine. For just a moment I consider resisting, but this ache inside of me pushes the thought aside. The kiss deepens, our tongues meeting softly. I stand from the chair and Ragnar's hands find my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my body into his. His hands drop to my ass, then grab at my thighs. His removes his mouth from mine as he pulls me up to straddle him. He starts walking towards a corner of the room with piles of plush furs on the ground. We get to the furs and Ragnar gently drops me to my feet. He continues our kiss, reattaching his lips to mine. He guides me towards the furs, laying me down on my back.

Ragnar now hovers over me and breaks our kiss once more. Neither of us speak, we only pour ourselves further into our need for one another. He slowly moves down my body until he gets to my feet. He pulls my shoes off and tosses them aside before pushing my dress up, revealing my legs. Starting at my toes, he kissed his way up. His mouth grazing, nipping, and sucking on my skin. Once he gets to my thighs he stops and reaches for my hands. He pulls me so I'm sitting up, and reaches around my body. We make eye contact as his fingers work to untie my dress. Once opened, he pulls my dress down, and I pull my arms out of the sleeves. I lay back and shimmy out of my dress, arching my back to get it out from underneath me. Ragnar's grip on my thighs becomes crushing when my back is fully arched, my bare breasts in the air. He takes a sharp breath in and stretches his hand out over my sternum, guiding me back down once my dress is tossed to the side. He removes his shirt and pants quickly, hunger in his eyes. I wait for him on my back, and watch as his muscles move under his skin. Scars and tattoos litter his chest in the most beautiful way.

He begins kissing my stomach, moving up as he goes. His hair falls to the side, the blonde braids seemingly glowing in the fire light. He pauses at my neck and shows it special attention, a gentle kiss followed by a harsh suck that causes me to groan. He runs his tongue over the bruising skin before moving his face to mine. His eyes are so deep and intense, just his look alone causes me to shiver. His mouth reattaches to mine and we both moan in pleasure and anticipation. His body is now molding into mine, our skin igniting where it meets. He rests on one elbow while kisses me, his other hand running back down my thigh. He takes hold of it, then breaks our kiss and smirks at me. Ragnar then lifts my leg and shifts on to his knees in front of me. He kisses my leg as he raises it up and puts it on his shoulder. While licking his lips he takes in the sight in front of him. I lay completely naked, my leg draped over his shoulder, my soaking core now exposed and ready for him.

Ragnar's fingers trace the outside of my sex, teasing me. I wriggle underneath his touch, my body begging for him. "Look at me" he commands as he slips two fingers inside of me.

A high pitched moan leaves my mouth and I sigh at the relief of the contact. He pulls them back out and rubs my clit, admiring the beauty of my ecstasy. Finally he leans back over me, the leg resting on his shoulder now stretched and opening my body for him completely. He kisses me quickly one more time, then braces himself over me. We lock eyes as the tip of his member teases my entrance. I push myself forward, pushing the tip inside. Ragnar moans and smiles at me before plunging himself into me completely. I moan loudly as he stretches me, so big and hard. Ragnar is in an equal state of bliss as he feels me around him, dripping wet. His mouth falls to my breasts as he starts pumping in and out of me. His tongue traces circles around my nipples before biting and sucking. His lips move back to mine, our tongues becoming sloppy as his pace increases.

The sound of skin slapping echoes through the cabin followed by moans and groans from the both of us. He pounds into me, my body arching in pleasure, my breasts bouncing up and down with the quick pace. I feel Ragnar's fingers on my clit and instantly orgasm. I dig my fingers into his back, which causes him to grab my arms and hold them over my head. I moan so loudly as he continues that I'm almost screaming, the pleasure is overwhelming. A few pumps later Ragnar moans and spills into me. He collapses on top of me before pulling out and rolling over so we're facing one another.

We both sit in silence for a while just sharing our familiar looks, admiring one another's beauty. Ragnar traces patterns over my bare skin while looking into my eyes and somehow it feels even more intimate than what we just did. Ragnar pulls me from my thoughts with a sigh.

"I think you should marry my son" he says.

"That's what you have to say to me after what we just shared?" I sit up on my elbow, giving him a look of confusing.

"I want you to stay, Freydis. I want to be able to protect you and watch you. I want to be able to have you. If you're here and you marry my son, I can do all of that." He twirls a piece of my hair between his fingers before continuing. "If you aren't already carrying my son, that is." He says with a wink and a sly smile.

"You are so confusing, Ragnar Lothbrok." He looks at me before pulling me into his chest and kissing the top of my head.

"Just think about it. We can stay here all night, nobody will find us. Maybe I can find a way to convince you." I cuddle into him and imagine a life where I could love Ragnar freely.