Bridal Price

Clingy As Hel

As a father, he was without options.

Your bed was empty as it usually was when prince Hvitserk came home from raid. He could only guess you had gone to the Ragnarsson's cabin... and from there, he knew what you were doing.

"Fuck... c'mon baby, let me cum." He hisses softly, dropping his head from your slick pussy. He drags your hips down with him, dipping his fingers into velvety walls of your sex. He swears that you've mocked him long enough. Somehow though, you haven't. Your fist beats down on his cock, slurping at his crown with obscene noises. Your opposing hand holds him between thumb and forefinger, holding him in place while you worship his body with your touch.

As if he hadn't been suffering up, your hips shimmied down his body to his dick. He inhales as you push him deeply inside and begin to ride him with the eagerness of a woman riding a horse. He's only there for the ride, letting his calloused hands move over your naked back. Your long hair bounces with every thrust. Less than shyly, Hvitserk's hands came over the very round hips that lured him here in the first place.

"You look so good like that." Hvitserk worships, his palm ringing a loud slap on your ass to encourage you on. One thrust after another thrust after another. Before long, your shy gasps become loud, pleasured squeals. Hvitserk knows he's found something good and keeps after it. Soon you give him what he so longed for with his hand worshipping your abused hole– pleasure. A spurt of your excitement coats the bed and you clench him with decadent force. He has no choice but to cum inside; knowing fully well he should be pulling out. He wrenches his hips upward and his seed would spill forth in spurts to fill you with sticky pleasure.

"You know just how to work a cock." Hvitserk worships, tugging your hips back to tip your back against his chest. You giggle with Hvitserk's slender arm wrapping in front of you, shoulder to shoulder. At some point, Hvitserk's softened cock slips from your hole. The wamth of his seed spills over your ass– a feeling that he loves to feel spilling over his naked body.

"If I could get you to talk, it would be perfect." He remarks. That was precisely why you got the name of the 'boring' one. Always so quiet in sex other than the In a hazy voice, you finally speak back to him.

"I don't know what I would say." You murmur.

"Something kinky." Hvitserk yawns, shimmying from under you to lay by your side. "Tell me all about what your sisters think about my big dick."

You giggle. Enough that Hvitserk looks to you somewhat sharply. "Why is that funny?"

"Oh. It's just..." You tuck a piece of hair behind your ears. "They think Björn is the biggest. Then Ivar and Ubbe."

He looks up to the ceiling, glowering at the supporting planks. "I'm at least bigger than Ivar." He pouts. "Did you tell them that?"

From your silence, he assumes you haven't. You sigh contently, stroking your thumb against his plush cheek. "What does it matter, Hvitserk? Margrethe, Signe and Revna have boasted all about your wonderful tongue." You ask. "I'm modest."

Modest for sleeping with a Ragnarsson. No, specifically Hvitserk. Your body was his. Hvitserk says nothing for a moment but then, slipping from beside you; he fetches his pants from the floor, ignoring your fingers sliding around his hips.

"You aren't mad with me, are you Hvit?" You start weaseling your hand down to push away his pants.

"Why should I be mad?" Hvitserk scoffs to cover the ache of his heart. "If you do not want to tell them, someone else will."

Usually this would be the part which you would hush Hvitserk for worrying so much. You would tell him that he was being ridiculous! This time you're stunted by his words. Was he implying that he would go sleep with someone else? Or was he hoping Revna and the others would go sleep around some more?