Shieldmaiden | Vikings

03

*Smut ahead.

'I love you but I can't stay.'

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Ingrid had placed herself in a bath that evening. The young woman placed her head under the water for a moment blocking out the real world around her for a moment.
The light will fight the darkness.
The Seers words playing in her head as she remained under the water for a minute at least. Before rising her head up out of the water to inhale oxygen. Ingrid ran her fingers through her wet hair.
She leaned back against the wooden bath and waited for Ivar to come in.
She soon could hear the sound of Ivar making his way across the wooden floor with his metal crutch.
Once Ivar entered the room, who was shocked by Ingrids sudden presence. Ingrid seeked her opportunity. She slipped out of the the bath and walked slowly towards her husband in her naked form, she knew Ivar wouldn't be able to resist her.
The young viking licked his lips as he stared at his wife's naked form.
He brought himself closer towards her. But she avoided him and reached to fetch a cloth to dry her wet body. Ivar was soon right behind her, like a wolf ready to catch his prey and eat it.
He placed his hands on her hips.

"I am sorry" he mumbled against her ear. "When I'm with Freydis all I can think about is you. You are my one and only Queen Ingrid Lagerthadottir."
Ivar touched her hair softly. Ingrid froze.
She turned to face him. "Then why choose her?"
Ivar stared down at her. "To hurt you."
Ivar tried to touch Ingrid's lips but she pushed him away.
"She's posion Ivar and I don't want her near Helga."
Ivar placed both of his hands against her cheeks.
"I promise she won't harm our child."
"Then stop seeing her!"
"I can't."
"You can't or you won't?"
Ingrid pushed herself away from Ivar. She was furious.
Ivar pulled her arm, pulling her back right into his chest.
"You can't walk away from me now Ingrid."
"I will."
Ivar pulled her closer towards him. "You can't, you love me too much. We love each other too much."

"That's the problem Ivar we love each other too much to let go of one another." Ingrid tried to break away from him but Ivar pulled her in for kiss. It was forced and rough at first.

He just wanted to feel her lips on his again, the desire of her running through his body. Ingrid eventually kissed back, her kisses were filled with anger and pure desire.
Ivars hands moved down her naked wet back before gripping the cheeks of her ass pushing her closer towards him, earning a slight moan from Ingrid. She kissed him eagerly gently biting his bottom lip as she kissed him. Ivar responded to her rough kisses. She ran her fingers through his hair roughly.
Ingrid hated how Ivar could get her so wet and sexually frustrated when he kissed her that way.

Ivar moved his lips away from her before kissing her forehead gently, he took her hand in his before slowly drawing her towards the bed.
Ingrid stopped suddenly at the edge of the bed. Ivars blue eyes watched her curiously before she was ripping his clothes off completely. He enjoyed the rough and eager side of Ingrid.
She pushed the King onto the bed, climbing on top of his now naked form.
Ivar smirked at her bold move before soon flipping them over, now he was hovering over her naked figure.
Ivar admires Ingrid's naked body before he fills himself inside her. Ingrid let's out a moan of pleasure as Ivar moves his hips gently between her legs.
She soon starts to move along with the rhythm. He kisses her passionately and lovingly.
Ingrids swollen breasts were pressed against Ivars throbbing chest while he buries himself deeper until she is unable to kiss him anymore because the pleasure is too much for her, so she arches her back and Ivar watches when the climax takes control of her body. Ivars hands grab her waist and he applies more pressure listening to the sounds of Ingrids body makes when he slides in and out of her.