The Nephilim & The Maiden

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Ivar's eyes were devious as his finger slowly curled in towards himself begging me to come closer. The desire that had been slowly building in my belly swelled even more as he looked up at me through his eyelashes. I cursed Odin for letting me feel this way towards someone I should hate. I bit my lip as I whimpered softly before pushing myself forward. I felt Ivar's legs brush against my shins underwater and I froze, looking up at him to make sure I hadn't hurt him. Seeing that his facial expression hadn't changed I continued.

His calloused hands rested at the small of my back as I straddled his waist. His fingers gently traced shapes in my skin as he took in my image. I was nervous to sit lower, not wanting my sex to be so close to his but I didn't have much of a choice as Ivar's hands pushed me down further, forcing the contact. The heat of his body against me made me shiver. Ivar felt my body react from him and groaned, digging his fingers into my hips. My breasts were pressed against his chest, my hands resting on the wooden rim of the tub on either side of his head to hold myself up.

The feeling of his fingers digging into me caused my hips to rock back and forth, the friction only making my arousal even more evident. Ivar's hand traveled up my back until his fingers were again tangled in my hair. With a handful of my wet locks he brought my face closer to his until we were inches apart. My eyes were locked on his luscious lips, to scared to look him in the eyes. I could feel his heavy breaths coming from his parted lips just before they crashed against mine. His mouth dominated mine as he kissed me. His hand at my hip slid down until he had a handful of my ass, squeezing tightly.

I moaned into his kiss as my lips parted. Ivar waisted no time, as soon as he felt my lips part his tongue was inside and exploring my mouth. He tasted of ale as his tongue danced with my own.

Ivar pulled this lips from mine, breaking our kiss. My lips tried to follow his as he pulled back making him laugh at my desire for him. "Do you want to fuck me, Briet?" Ivar whispered, his voice thick with want.

Leaning forward I planted small kisses on his jaw and down to his neck, my hands roaming his muscular chest. "Mmm, Ivar," I moaned as he pulled my head back by my hair so I had no choice but to look him in his eyes.

"Answer me, girl." His hand at my hip moved slowly around to my front as his fingers slid in-between my legs to my entrance.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the slightest pressure of the tip of his finger starting to invade me. "Ivar... you can't" I breathed out, wanting to feel him.

My breath caught in my throat but not from pleasure. Ivar's hand was like a vice around my neck, restricting my airway. My eyes shot open to meet his while my hands clung to his, desperately trying to pry his fingers away. His eyes held a madness in them that I'd never seen before, an evil that scared me to my core. My body was thrashing involuntarily against his making water slosh out of the tub and onto the ground around us. My lips moved but no sound came out as I silently begged him to release me. His lips were turned down in a scowl as he watched my struggle, his eyes blinking from the water that was splashing up in his face.

My vision was starting to blur at the corners as his grip grew tighter. I was lightheaded and becoming increasingly exhausted from fighting. With one final attempt I reached my hand out to his face, trying to claw at his eyes. Ivar moved out of the way of my assault, grabbing my wrist with his free hand and turning back to me with a demonic smile.

Whimpering softly my vision went black as my heart raced faster. I was dizzy now from lack of oxygen ... this was it. My fingers that tightly gripped his hand loosened before they fell into the water. My head bobbed backwards before my body slowly started to go limp. In this instance Ivar finally let go. With my release my body fell back into the water. Being completely submerged brought me back. The feeling of the water entering my burning lungs ripped me from the place before death. Rising from the water with such force I caused even more water to spill from the bath.