The smut drabbles continue! Now it’s time for a little Viking action :D Ragnar Lothbrok - “I don’t give a fuck that we don’t like each other. Take off your clothes. Now.” For @princessphilly
You despise him. The feeling is completely mutual too, the only reason you are forced to be within one another’s presence being the fact that your father, an earl within Ragnar’s kingdom, pledged three ships full of fighting men and women in order to successfully raid with. He’s good friends with your father, but you two have never gotten along.
You do not like being told what to do, even when the order comes from your own king. He somewhat lets you get away with it, though, being that you are a valuable shield maiden to him. One evening as you sit with your fellow warriors, he catches your eye from the next group over, jerking his head back and making a motion with his hand that he wishes for you to follow him as he rises from his seat at the fire.
You glower in his wake for a few seconds before finally following, Ragnar turning to make sure you are there, exchanging much the same look of displeasure. Entering his tent, he lingers for a few moments before closing the fastening, walking over to the floor bed and turning to face you.
You frown, startled by such a request, looking on at him incredulously.
“And I’m not taking my clothes off.”
“I’m your king, and I have just given you an order.”
“But we hate each other. Why on earth would you want to see me naked?”
“So I can throw you on this bed and fuck a smile on your face, you miserable bitch.”
“I reiterate, we hate each other, so why would you want that?”
He sighs, annoyance with you rising sharply, as usual. “I don’t give a fuck that we don’t like each other. Take off your clothes. Now.” You frown with venom as you undress, hating that you’re caving to his command. You have no choice, though. He is your king, after all. You guess it isn’t all bad, though. Hate him you might, but you have to admit, even though the acrimonious resent, he’s one of the most attractive men your eyes have ever beheld,
Once naked, you walk closer to him, your chin tilted upward in defiance. He takes in your nakedness, his mouth tilting into a smile, his eyes glittering with desire.
“It would almost be an uncomfortable juxtapose, to revile someone so fucking beautiful. But such would be pointless, as I plan to do nothing but enjoy you, despite how I feel,” he tells you, reaching for your waist, his fingers stroking swirly patters across your warm flesh.
You huff, rolling your eyes. “You talk too much.”
“Yes, Ragnar. Shut the fuck up.”
Raising his eyebrows, his hands suddenly grip, pulling you hard against his chest. “Make me.”
With your mouth crashing against his in a heated exchange, you do just that. Oh, and it’s criminal, how good it feels, how expertly he kisses you, how he feels against you, your breath hitching in your throat as his hand moves to tease at your folds, grunting with desire when he feels that you’re wet for him already.
Your hands paw, mouths devouring with hungry, lusty kisses, Ragnar’s swift skill stroking you to an absolute froth between your legs before he pulls you astride him down onto the bed, your joint effort freeing his cock from his thick, leather britches and straight into the snug hug of your hot cunt.
“Fuck,” he growls, biting your lip, his tongue soon to push into your mouth again as his hands clasp at you, one at your hip, the other tangling in your hair. “See? There is nothing better than sex with someone you absolutely cannot stand.”
“I’m inclined to agree, my liege.”
“That’s the first time you’ve ever acknowledged me as such.”
Smirking, you pull away from his mouth, pressing your hands into his hard, wide chest and flattening him to the bed. “And it’ll be the last, too.” Sitting up, your spread yourself a little wider, slipping down until you’ve sheathed him to the hilt, your cunt split so wide by the hot mass of his erection. Fuck, he feels too good. How dare he be that beautiful a man, and have a cock that feels like that.
“Stop resenting the fact you enjoy me and just enjoy me.” Grabbing the tops of your arms, he hauls you down, kissing you ferociously as his big arms tighten around you, hips driving up against you strongly, fucking you with keen gusto and having you wailing helplessly against his mouth.
You only break those magmatic kisses for long enough to shed him of his tunic and britches, needing him naked, sinking back onto his gloriously thick cock and riding him hard, feeling him hitting your summit so deeply, little shocks skitter through you. He sits up beneath you, sucking and biting on your nipples in turn, the blue fire of his eyes shining brighter than you’ve ever seen as he watches you intently. “You fuck like a beast,”
“Well, if there’s anything I am to agree with you upon,” you smile, watching him return it.
“Finally, I’ve found something you do not argue with me about, you feisty mare.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?”
“You are feisty, like a mare in heat. Just as difficult also.”
“I believe you are doing an excellent job of fucking me already.” You both share laughter, Ragnar silencing you with his mouth, turning you over and pinning you down at your neck, pounding you with nothing short of barbarity, taking out every little bit of rage he’s ever felt that has been invoked by you, just as you move back against him with intensity and assiduity matched.
An anger fuck, You’ve never had one before, but you know as your crest swells and you shatter for him, lying in a panting, sweaty, entangled mess in the aftermath, it shan’t be your last.
You also know that perhaps, you don’t quite hate your king so much any longer. The way he kisses you as he strokes your sweaty neck signifies that feeling is entirely mutual, too.
