King Ivar spends much of his time with his infertile first wife: neglecting his second wife, the mother of his children, a Freyjasdottir. Eventually, it catches up to him when a foreign King Sverri invades his lands.
tw: abuse, character death, etc.
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He was waiting like a good dog for permission. Above you, Sverri's limbs quake in excitement for what might be coming. If he could just get your permission, that was. You look delighted at the prospect of sex just as he was. After all, it had been years in the making.
Twelve years ago, you met him. Twelve years was a long time to be without him. He strokes over the furs covering the bed in anticipation, body aching for permission. He sat like a hound ready to go. Just as soon as he could get you to concede. Then, he gets it.
"...okay." You agree in a breathy whisper. You try to ignore the thought beating in your head. Ivar wouldn't approve of this... but this had nothing to do with Ivar! He did this all the time with Kitta. He did... so you could too.
"On your stomach." He rasps. You move accordingly, finding that your hands were yanked tight behind your back. Your fingers flinch, noticed by the king winding a cord of rope around them. They snare your wrists, burning against your bones.
"Do you trust me, my Queen?" Sverri leans down, pressing his hips against yours for incentive. Behind his trousers, you feel the hard twitch of his cock aching for you. You've felt it before. It certainly isn't the first time.
"Of course." You say while focusing on the cord sliding to a kiss of your wrists. You glare down at the bed as he alternates you back to your back, lifting your heavy skirts above your silken legs. As it drifts up your thick thighs, and inevitably away from your smooth sex, you shudder. After Ubbe, even Ivar, you felt like used goods. Now, it was different. Sverri looks at you differently. As if the very ground you walk on is made of precious metals.
"Don't be so shy." Sverri hums, sliding between your legs. He thrusts your legs over his shoulders while sinking down, peppering kiss over kiss along the inside of your legs.
"Wait." You stammer. Your hands form fists while lifting your hips to his face. It doesn't at all feel like you're trying to command his attention... but you are.
Sverri peers up from the space in between your legs. Please don't take it back-- you see him pleading as he looks at you. Unlike Ivar who cared not for what you wanted that night, Sverri was fully prepared to stop if this was what you wanted.
"What is it?" He sets your hips down.
"I... I want to taste you first." You say, struggling to sit up.
Sverri swears that his heart stops there and then-- because you're offering something he dreamed of for years. Every night that he spent jerking himself off, moaning your name under the candlelight comes to the surface. Sverri quickly unbuckles his pants, sliding them down his perky ass. His dick bobs in the air– and like the Viking woman you are, you consider him to Ivar. He's a thick, familiar girth with a nice length to him. His shaft curves slightly.
"Oh..." You mumble, clenching your legs together as you wiggle yourself closer and closer to the edge. Sverri thinks its adorable. The way that you look so hopefully at his swollen cock, leaning forward with desperation. Before he even has a chance to help you by guiding his length into your mouth, you're suckling whatever you can get your tongue on.
"Hold on, hold on." Sverri laughs cutely. His fist winds around the base, tugging on your luxuriously long hair to pull your mouth back onto his dick properly. Your long tongue winds around the head of his cock, evenly salving his tip with your tongue. You place extra attention on his slit and Sverri groans in response, his hand winding your hair around his fingers.
"Fuck." He grumbles, fucking his hips into your mouth almost immediately. He's impatient and it shows as he shoves himself deep into your warm mouth. Drool spills down his shaft, dribbling with a cool chill as it rolls down him. His balls are tight with his need to lose himself in pure pleasure.
"I– I'm sorry, I won't last." Sverri whines. It's been so, so long for him. You mumble unintelligibly around his shaft, hips forcing you to take him deep with every push of his hips against your silken tongue.
He's going to cum. A bold thrust down your throat leaves Sverri jerking himself back, fisting his dick harshly in his fist with gasping moans. He pulls your hair with ginger tugs, combing your hair out of your face. With a few harsh jerks, Sverri chalks out a loud, strung out moan. Whips of his pearly seed spill over you. His warm seed streaks your lips and chin, and most obediently, you clean him with your mouth.
"Delicious." You shoot him a small, sultry smile as he comes down from the pleasure streaking his limbs. Then sliding between your legs he smiles at you, exhausted but intent on getting what he came here for.
"My turn." He rumbles lowly; vibrating against your eager cunt. His beard tickles your pussy lips-- then Sverri spread your lips apart. With one long swipe of his tongue, he swirls along your inner folds. The zigzag motion of his tongue finds its way to your entrance, lapping the juices spilling into his mouth.
"Fuck," He drifts his face up, taking your clit into his mouth to suckle along the bundle of nerves. Your legs are weak with the feeling of his beard against your cunt.
"Look at you... you're a vision." Sverri rasps as a lone finger breaches your cunt, sliding in slowly. You whine, bottoming your cunt down on his finger. Sverri lifts a hand to your hips, forcing them to still. He keeps his lips tight around your clit, slowly dragging out his finger and bottoming them back in. Then his fingertips wiggle, dragging back out nearly to the entrance as he seeks out the right combination to make you whimper. He finally found it in the shape of a wail, your hips fighting their damnest against his grip. Sverri lifts his face, his thumb taking over place of his tongue.
"God you're beautiful!" He huffs, another finger joining the first. Just as you cum, the doorway was filled with gasps to the sound of your orgasmic shrieks. Sverri glances over into the doorway as you rode out the orgasm, before suckling up any juices between your legs and leading your lips into an impassioned kiss.
"What is it, boys?" Sverri murmurs without looking to the boys that have entered the room. Instead his lips swirl against your own. Your taste is thick on his lips. Boys, he said. Sverri throws your skirts back over just as you sat up, wrists burning to find your boys. Their eyes wide and blown. Meeting Veifnr's eyes with your own, you can't help as to think you've broken a promise.
You promised him you would never leave. Your son surprises you by looking away from your eyes and moving toward your body on the bed.
"We came for our Mother." Veifnr reaches for the axe behind his back, hacking the cord apart in a short few steps. The rope falls away and you notice that Uxi prowls the room, flipping the axe he took with him in his hand.Your fingers rub around the hot red irritation, banishing it away. Uxi shoves Sverri back on the bed, falling back rather than fighting your sons. With such a pure heart as him– you knew that there was reason for that. Sverri couldn't kill your boys if he tried. They were guiltless in this. In all of this.
"Did he force you?" Veifnr helps you up onto weak toes while Uxi pulls the axe on his belt, whirling it into the air.
"Uxi no!" You screech, catching his attention short of the axe coming down on Sverri. Sverri's emerald eyes crease in excitement, lips curling into a wide lipped smile that you can only say you saw on Kitta's lips. "He didn't force me."
The brothers gape. "Mother—!"
"Boys, please." You sigh. "I wanted him."
You recline onto Veifnr, finding the loud rippling sound of boots bouncing down the Great Hall. Your heart drops when you realize those sounds were joined by another, the clipping stomp of your husband's crutch.
