When a Viking clan ransacks your village and the leader kidnaps you to be his bride, you have no other choice than to accept
Warnings: violent descriptions, kidnapping, unprotected sex, mentions of scars, pet names
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All you could hear was screaming and the sound of steel on steel. You sat huddled in the corner of your small cottage with your mother and sister, your father standing at the door with a rusty blade in his hands. You had lived your whole life in a quiet village just off the coast. Several times you had heard rumors of Vikings raiding villages and killing and raping the women and children, even kidnapping and imprisoning them. But you never thought it could happen to your village. It was well known in the area for being the poorest. People didn't need Vikings to kill them, sickness and starvation did that enough. There was nothing here for them but they came anyway.
The door burst open and in marched a large man in leather armor, a double head axe in his hands. Your father held up his sword which caused the viking to laugh. He easily disarmed your father before looking at the corner where you were huddled with the rest of your family.
“Ah…what do we have here?” The man chuckled, taking a step forward. Your father stepped between him and your family.
“No, please! They're all I have…don't hurt them.” Your father's voice trembled when he spoke. The large man's eyes landed on you once more.
“Do you think so little of me? We shall trade. I want that one for my wife and I'll leave the others alone,”The Viking laughs heartily at your father's fear before pushing him aside and stepping forward. He places his ax back into his belt and reaches a hand out for you. You stay cowering in your places, glancing from the man to your father, waiting. Your father just looks away.
“Don't be afraid little bird,” Said the Viking in a soft but gruff voice. He wastes no more time and leans down, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. You don't scream in fear of what the consequences might be, instead you just watch your family's faces as they all do nothing to stop the man from kidnapping you.
You look down and hide your face from the chaos outside your cottage; your village was in ruins; houses were burning, bodies lay dead in the mud, and the screams of the panicked and the roars of other Vikings mixed in a horrible melody. You were carried far away to the coast and onto the large ship which was uniquely decorated. The Viking carried you into a separate cabin, placing you down on a bed of soft, luxurious furs.
“You are safe,” he said, locking the door and tossing his belt of weapons onto the desk. He unties the leather armor he wore and tosses it and his tunic to the floor, revealing his toned but scar-filled chest. He turns towards you and takes a step, causing you to cower further onto the bed.
“Don't worry, I won't touch thou until ready,” He says softly, sitting on the furs next to you, his finger tracing your jaw and playing with your hair.
“Pretty little thing you are. In all my travels I've never seen such beauty, especially not in a poor little village as such. Fair maidens of the royal islands could never compete with thee. We'll have you adorned in the finest Viking jewels and cloth we can spare, My Little Bird.”
Over the months you became accustomed to life at sea and the rugged men and women of the clan that surrounded you. You quickly learned that the man who had stolen you away was the leader, they called him their king, and now you, his queen. And in the months, he kept his promise to not throw himself on you in unholy ways and to adorn your frame with the most luxurious clothing and jewels.
By now, the man who had kidnapped you no longer scared you. His rough hands, which had killed many in cold blood, held you with the gentlest touch. His lips would kiss your cheek, and forehead, and hands with such affections you were often confused how it could be the same man who helped decimate your village.
Tonight was a celebration feast they would hold once every month on the full moon. They'd find a place on land to set their cloth huts and build the biggest fires they could, chanting and yelling and dancing as they pleased, filling their stomachs with the finest meats and cheeses, and fruits and nuts they had gathered from their most recent pillages.
You sat at the head of it all with your husband by your side in ornately carved wooden thrones. In your hands was a goblet filled with wine and the ripest, sweetest plum James could have possibly picked for you. He sat on his own throne, drinking straight from a bottle of some other strong alcohol, gnawing on the thigh bone of a turkey.
“My little bird, how is thy meal? Sweetest drink and sweetest fruit for thine sweet woman,” He laughed heartily, grinning at you, his mouth full of the food he was eating.
“Very sweet, very lovely, my dear king,” You smile softly, nodding your head and taking another small swig of your wine.
“Pleased and satisfied, are you?” He smiled happily, tossing his bone to the side and setting his whiskey down. He stood and held his hand out for you to take. You knew exactly what he wanted as he had done so many times before. He wanted to dance. You set your own cup down and grab his hand, letting him drag you toward one of the large fires and frolic around it, hand in hand. Tonight his hair was uniquely braided, little gold cusps decorated them, a few colored fabrics weaved in, shining brightly against his golden locks. The tunic he wore was one you had crafted for him, sewing and embroidering dark blue threads in swirls across the light blue fabric to match his eyes. He wore a thick leather belt, which would normally hold his weapons for him, but tonight it held nothing but the small pouch on the side which he had slipped a handful of nuts into.
Your dress was a long green fabric that draped your frame elegantly, cinched at the waist with your own belt. The fancy golden bracelets jangled on your wrists with every move as you danced around the fire with James. Your own hair was down, a few small braids mixed in, matching cuffs adorning them to signify your marriage to the man. James steps out of the circle of dancers, dragging you with him. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him, looking down at you with the grin that you have grown to love.
“Come, my sweet one. The celebrations will last all night but you need your beauty sleep, you are looking worn. Did that wine make you sleepy?” He speaks softly, pulling you along through the crowds of the clan and to your hut. You step through the heavy drapery at the entrance and into the hut. James moves to help you take your necklaces off while you slip your many bracelets off. The loud and rowdy celebrations could still be heard a short distance away. The fires outside shone through the thin hide fabric of the hut and illuminated it as needed, casting an orange glow over the two of you.
“James…” You break the quiet between you, turning to face him. He tenderly brushes your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.
“Yes, My Little Bird?” He questions softly, moving his hand to your waist. You look down and take his wrist in your hands, fiddling with the leather cuff before taking it off and placing it aside.
“Will you make love to me tonight,” You ask quietly, looking up at him. You could feel his hand flex in yours, his face full of a gaze you weren't quite sure of.
“My sweet sweet bird…how could I ever deny such a request?” He smiles down at you, pulling you flush against him and leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. His hands fiddled with the silver clasps of your belt and undid them, letting it fall to the ground. You reach for his, undoing it and letting it join yours. He pulls away from the kiss to study you for a moment before he grabs the hem of his tunic and tosses it to the side.
In the months you had lived under the same dwellings with him and the many nights sharing the same furs, you still blushed heavily at the sight of his bare chest. The scars that adorned it gave his rough and rugged exterior more appeal to his character. The dark and thick, but soft hairs that scattered across his skin made him look wolfish. Maybe that's why he wore that necklace you thought, your eyes gazing upon the wolf pendant at his bosom. His hands reached to it to undo the clasp but you stopped him.
“Keep it on…” You say softly, feeling more flushed as he grins down at you wickedly. His finger strokes your cheek once more before he grabs your arms and backs you toward the cot you shared. He turns you around, pressing his chest to your back as he swips your hair over one shoulder. His lips graze the bare, exposed skin of your neck, placing soft kisses up it to your ear. His hands start to slowly unlace your dress and loosen the fabric that covers you.
“Little Bird…are you sure?” He asks in your ear, his gruff voice a whisper. You look at him over your shoulder, cheeks pink and a deep need behind your eyes.
“I'm sure…I'm ready,” You say, turning in his arms and letting the loose fabric of your dress fall down your shoulders and to the ground, exposing your body fully to him in all of its feminine divinity. Your soft curves had plumped up through the months now that you no longer had to scrounge for bread scraps. Your thick, long hair framed your face and draped down to your breasts, the only coverage they had from the eyes which were staring at you so fiercely, you thought they might start to burn your skin. James moves his hand tenderly up the side of your smooth skin before slowly pushing your hair out of the way, tucking it behind your ear.
“Pretty bird,” He growls, leaning down to roughly kiss you, his hands pulling you flush against him once more. The thin fabric of his trousers exposed his excitement as it pressed against you in need. You plant your hands firmly on his solid chest, kissing him back with the same desperate need. He pushes you back onto the cot and hovers over you, his lips moving down your skin until they meet the valley of your breasts. He moves your hands from his chest and places them on his broad shoulders before he starts to lick and nip the sensitive skin. You squeeze him lightly as you feel your heart leap to your throat, the feeling of his lips on you and his thick beard tickling your soft flesh was exhilarating; More so than all the exotic celebrations and fine things you had become accustomed to; None of those could compare to the feeling of his touch.
He moves his kisses lower and lower until his face is between your legs, his eyes directly in the sight of your glistening cunt. His eyes flicker up to yours, seeing you staring down at him with a wide expression. He grins up at you, his hands gripping your thighs and pulling you even closer as he leaves a love bite on the soft flesh of them.
“Please, my lion…don't make me wait,” You tell him softly, giving his shoulders another squeeze, hoping to encourage him. He smiles once more before leaning down and placing a kiss against your sensitive bud. A shiver runs through you making him press his face further between your legs, licking and sucking away at your sex like a starved man. You moan his name and trap him between your plush thighs as they start to tremble from his touch.
A finger joins his mouth as he pushes it into you, feeling your tight velvet walls clench around it in need, sucking it in further. He moves his finger slowly in and out of you almost tauntingly; feeling your slick coat it and your tight cunt loosening around it.
“You're like the sweetest fruit, My Darling,” James says in a gruff voice as he moves his face away from your pussy, his beard wet with your juices. Slowly, another finger joins the first, stretching you further, causing you to moan. You could feel them curling, pressing just right , and making your mind melt with pleasure.
“Oh…James! I won't last long,” You tell him through heavy breaths, watching his hand and his forearm flex.
“You'll last all night, Little bird. We'll be here till the red skies appear,” He growls, smirking down at you and moving his fingers faster, his tongue going back to tasting you. You squish him between your tights once more, moaning out his name. It doesn't take long like this until you've reached your first orgasm, your walls fluttering around his fingers and your body trembling slightly under him. He removes his fingers before slowly hovering over you, placing another kiss against your sweet lips. The taste of yourself on them was exhilarating and more arousing than you thought.
He slowly stands from the cot and reaches down to untie his trousers, letting them drop to the floor, and kicking them to the side. The sight of him was unbelievable, the sheer size of his thick and throbbing cock made you believe he was about to split you in half like a twig under an axe.
“Don't be scared, My Sweet Bird. I promised I would never hurt you,” He says softly, sensing your anxiety and cupping your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb. He leans down to kiss you slowly, resting his body weight over top of you, his hot, naked skin sticking to your own.
“I trust you won't,” You reply quietly, letting your lips dance delicately against his. His calloused fingertips drag down your side once more until it reaches your thigh. He wraps it around his waist, pulling his lips away to look you in the eyes as he slowly pushed himself into you, stretching your walls.
There was a painful sting making you moan quietly and a small grimace passed over your features. He gives you a few moments to adjust, placing small kisses against your cheek and neck before continuing to slowly slide into you. The further he went the more you could feel every inch of his girthy length filling you to the brim.
At first his movements were slow, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity you had never seen, determined to make sure he wasn't hurting you. You could feel him buried deep in you, his tip dragging slowly against your walls, torturing you in the most pleasant ways possible. When he was sure you were ready he wasted no time, picking up his pace almost ruthlessly.
“Oh! James!” You squeal, your hands gripping his arms tightly, holding yourself in place so that he didn't fuck you right off the cot. James was sure your moans were the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He watched you with an intense, animalistic gaze.
“Fuck…I'll have you singing all night, Sweet Bird,” He growled sitting up on his knees and grabbing your hips tightly, pistoning into you with a speedy rhythm. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as you feel him all the way in your stomach, stretching you deliciously. Your trembling legs felt like jelly as they fell further open for him, letting him even deeper into you. With each thrust, you could feel his muscles flexing under your touch, the clips on his hair jingling softly as they clinked together.
The celebrations still went on outside but all you could hear was the soft grunts from James. He moved his hands from your waist and placed them by your head, leaning down to trap you under him. Your hands made their way to his back, your fingernails digging into the thick skin.
“Your mine, all mine, birdie. Just hold onto me…” He groaned softly into your ear. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan out his name once more, heat pooling in your abdomen. Suddenly he stopped his movements and rested his forehead against yours.
“Look at me.” He demanded quietly. You open your eyes to meet his gaze, his soft blue eyes watching you closely. He slowly started his movements again, this time slow and sensual. You thought you noticed him trembling lightly, but maybe it was just your own body. You place your hands on his cheeks, keeping your gaze with his.
“My pretty bird,” He groans, he thrusts himself all the way into you before he just starts slowly grinding his hips, rutting against you.
“Oh…my lion,”You moan softly, the anticipation of your orgasm starting to fill you. There was something so intense and sensual about the look on his eyes that was almost enough to send you over the edge. His lips met yours softly and that was enough, you held onto him tightly as a wave of pleasure washed over you again, your body shaking under him.
“That's it, so good…so good for me,” He mumbles against your lips. He grinds against you for a few more moments before he lets out a deep groan. You let out a breath and your head falls further back against the pillow, your eyes opening to look at him, his face contorted with pleasure as he fills you up with his cum. He opens his own and smiles, slowly removing himself from your walls and falling onto the cot next to you, pulling you against his sturdy chest. He places a soft kiss against your forehead and pulls a blanket over your bare skin. His heavy hand finds your hip and rubs it gently.
“Sleep well, my little bird,” He mumbles softly as he watches your eyes flutter closed
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This has been in unfinished in my drafts for FOREVER. about time I tried to finish it 😿
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