Please be aware this is an 18+ plus blog and some material may contain unpleasant circumstances or scenarios. Here you will find ramblings, stories, and drabbles I write of some of my favorite things. Including Overwatch, Mortal Kombat, Samurai Jack, and Transformers as well as others.
I am looking for beta readers for my current WIP, Ramón + Isolda. Please dm me if you are interested.
**Title**: Ramón + Isolda
**Age**: Adult
**Genre**: Contemporary Romance
**POV**: 3rd switches between Ramón and Isolda.
**Warnings**: Abusive/Manipulative Relationships, Mentions of Suicide, Sexual Situations, Language, Brief mention of Animal Abuse and Death
Death, racism, and Talk of Death
**Word Count**: 84,492
**Summary**: Ramón and Isolda were perfectly happy with their lives. They had people who loved them and were flourishing in jobs they loved. Neither one was looking for a partner to share their life with, so it came as a complete surprise to both when they met and became attracted to each other. Just as things are getting serious between them, Ramón learns that the children’s center his dad volunteers at is up for sale and Isolda’s estranged father is back in her life, putting a strain on their relationship. Love is strong but is it strong enough?
I never thought about it this way but YES! I used to read about historic figures things like "She was always writing letters to her best friend and she never married. Clearly she was a lesbian," and it always made me sad because I was always writing letters to MY best friends and never married, but I'm just aroace and really love friendship. Couldn't some of those historic singletons have been like me? But if I mentioned the possibility, usually another queer person would snap at me about how they deserved to find representation where they could. I get that, but if it a historic person's sexuality is completely unknown, can't we share the imagined representation between us? We can both claim Schrödinger's sexuality for that dead person.
Welp, I have about two chapter left of beta reading edits for Ramon + Isolda. So I should be finished with them by the end of the week. And then I can start preparing for the next round of beta readers.
I wrote this back in 2010. Back when fanfiction.net was the place for fan fictions. Anywho, this is a series of short drabbles between Dante and my OFC, Mika.
A is for Angel
It was a toss up to the rest of the world has to which one she actually was but she was more of an Angel then a Devil.
B is for Bastard
He would admit that he was a Bastard, but he wasn't that much of one to touch the girl even at the legal age of eighteen, no matter what the sexually deprived people of the town thought.
C is for Creature
The creature that tried to take her throw the mirror was hideous and she was horrified to find her scream stuck in her throat till her wounds opened.
D is for Devil
She guess she should be sad that even as a half-devil she still had more faith in him then in most of the humans of the town, but she wasn't.
E is for Eternal
The look of peace on both their faces was eternally captured in a photograph.
F is for Fair
Her fair skin seemed to turn into the color of his hair as he watched the blood come in rivers from the wounds and he couldn't seem to be able to stop the blood flow, no matter how many green Devil Stars had placed on her.
G is for Green
Her green eyes could match the green of the Devil Stars.
H is for Hot
He shouldn't be finding this so hot he thought, when she, under possession of a Succubus, started to make out with him on the couch. He allowed a brief moment of pretending before exorcising her of the thing.
I is for Incest
The results of her conception meant jack shit to him, all that mattered was how she lived.
J is for Joy
Her laughter after so long assured him things would be fine.
K is for King
He was king of nothing but her heart.
L is for Love
You can't help who you fall in love with for it knows not of the boundaries set forth by the human race.
M is for Mistress
The Devil Arms bowed to her has their Master's beloved and vowed to defend her for all eternity.
N is for Night
He held her while the night gave way to Dawn and it was finally over.
O is for Open
P is for Promise (ties in with Statue)
The statue wouldn't release her until it had extracted Dante's oath to protect her.
Q is for Queen
When he saw her from the window of the high building she looked like a queen locked away from the rest of the world.
R is for Rest
She had to move her text book from her lap so that he could rest his head in it.
S is for Statue (ties in with promise)
She was found hidden by a statue of a warrior angel.
T is for Time
Without him by her side time seemed to go on and on like the sky.
U is for Undergarments
She refused to show the others what Dante had gotten her for her twenty-first birthday, which just happened to be blood red lace undergarments.
V is for Virgin
Neevan laughed softly when she stood over the human girl's sleeping form and KNEW that he wouldn't be interested in her; Ebony and Ivory laughed right back at the demonness when he took her virginity when the girl turned twenty-one.
W is for Warrior
She blushed when he whispered his body wasn't just made to be a warrior.
X is for Xanas
She stared out into space while she combed her hair, wondering what life would be like had she been normal.
Y is for Young
He told himself she was too young for him, eighteen years younger, but his heart didn't seem to want to listen.
Z is for Zoo
The class had gone on a field trip to the zoo and she had snickered when the lioness had smacked the lion when he had gotten fresh.
Well, I am working on getting through the Beta edits for my original work Ramon + Isolda. I am almost done with this round. And I started playing Devil May Cry 3 and watching Stigmata so I am getting more ideas for my DMC fanfic.
Finally settled down to watch the new Devil May Cry while working on Ramon + Isolda, which of course restarted itself right before I started doing some editing.
Does anyone want to read my WIP BDSM romance Chrysalis and Whips and tell me what you think. It’s almost 3/4 of the way done and the current word count is 51,238.
Author's Notes: I got this idea watching a Jon Snow/Sansa Stark video. I might continue it I might not. I just have no ideas on where to take it from here. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy.
Warnings: Sex, overstimulation, voyeurism
It was an arranged marriage.
Set up between Kings Ragnar of Kattegat and Acwulf of Âlibbendemere, between their children Ivar, much to his and his mother’s dismay, and Eadwulf. So, the Vikings would stop invading Âlibbendemere while, in return, King Acwulf would provide them with land to settle and farm. And while Ivar and Eadwulf had been married and living in Kattegat for nearly five years, she had yet to make any headway in the relationship between her and her husband. Who seemed to avoid her as much as possible except for meals. And even then, he would ignore her, speaking to his mother or Floki, a boat builder who seemed to hate her even more than Ivar and Aslaug. Ivar would even go so far as to enter their bed late and be up before her.
And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to ingratiate herself to Ivar and his mother. The queen seemed to view Eadwulf as distasteful, not only for not being a Viking but for not being enough for her beloved son. So she often found herself weaving or sewing by herself unless Helga, the boat builder’s wife, or Lagartha, Ragnar’s other wife, took pity on her and joined her.
Thanks to the help of the monk-turned-Viking, Athelstan, and Ivar’s older brothers, she managed to ingrain herself into the hearts of the common people by listening to them and helping them whenever she could. The children, in particular, seemed to adore her and followed her whenever she came into town to speak with the people. But despite the friendship and near-constant presence of Athelstan, who had been assigned not only as her bodyguard but as her translator and guide into the workings of her new home, Eadwulf felt alone.
She sighed and gathered a small child into her arms as she talked to the girl’s parents about their problems with their roof.
***
“She looks good with a child on her hip,” observed Ubbe to his younger brother.
Ivar snorted as the tattooist worked on a new design on his back.
Ubbe sighed. “Perhaps you should spend more time with her.”
“I spend enough time with her.”
Ubbe rolled his eyes. “I am not talking about when you fuck her.”
“We don’t fuck. I would never fuck a Christian.”
Ubbe sighed and tried another tactic. “What about what she does during the day.”
Ivar rolled his eyes. “Why would I care?”
“To ensure a good marriage.”
“What makes you think I want one?”
“Everyone wants a good marriage and I know you want children someday. If you want to have any chance of having them, you need to take care of your wife.”
“I don’t need her to have children.”
“Then you have taken a mistress?”
Ivar sighed and muttered under his breath.
Ubbe grinned. “You can start tonight at the festival.”
That said, Ubbe left his brother to watch his wife and ponder his older brother’s words.
***
The night air was filled with laughter and drunken revelry. Eadwulf moved through the crowd, smiling and laughing with people as she went.
“Wife,” Ivar said, his face splattered with blood as he approached her, a smile on his face that set her on edge.
Before she could step back, he had grabbed her face with his hands, bloody from the night’s sacrifice, and smeared it across her cheeks.
“Maybe now you will give me a son,” he said, kissing her for the first time since their wedding.
The kiss, along with the declaration, came as a surprise and left her speechless. When he drew away, he smeared more blood across her lips before leading her to the head table.
“Here, tell me about your day.”
Eadwulf was surprised and a little weary by the attentiveness of Ivar. “Why?”
“I want to know what you do when you aren’t with me.”
“Why?”
“Because I am your husband,” he said before adding under his breath. “Plus, Ubbe won’t leave me alone about how I need to spend more time with you.”
Eadwulf nodded and tried to ignore the part of her that was dismayed about the fact that he wasn’t interested in spending time with her on his own accord. “I see.”
“So?”
“Well, I talked to the people and spent time with the orphans to ensure that they have what they need for the coming winter.”
“Do they?”
“They could use more blankets,” she admitted. “I have talked to some of the other women and they have agreed to help me weave extra blankets for them.”
“That’s good,” Ivar said absentmindedly.
“What about you?” she asked as a slave poured them both a cup of ale. “What did you do?”
“I got a new tattoo and sparred with my brothers.”
“I see.”
***
Ivar shifted in bed and coughed. He tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed. His body was too warm for his liking as he tossed the furs from his naked form. The sudden change in temperature caused Eadwulf to jerk awake and turn to look at him.
“What is it?” She asked, only to scramble out of bed when she saw how pale he was as she pulled on a shift and called for some slaves.
Aslaug hurried to the room her son shared with his Catholic wife and burst inside. She saw Eadwulf ringing out a cloth and patting down her husband.
“Fever?” The queen asked.
“Yes, my queen,” one of the slaves responded.
“Why did you not summon me immediately,” Asalug demanded after slapping Eadwulf.
“My apologies,” Eadwulf said softly. “I summoned you as soon as I became aware of the situation.”
Aslaug snarled a curse and began giving orders to gather things from her room to help heal her son.
Ivar was barely aware of the world around him save for the few times he was awakened to drink some foul-tasting brew someone, probably his mother poured down his throat. The sound of someone humming softly would lull him back into a dreamless sleep. When the fever finally broke, he awoke to find Lagertha sitting next to him, with Eadwulf sleeping in a chair in the corner.
“Good, you’re awake and it looks like the fever has gone down.” the blonde woman said calmly.
“Where’s mother?” he coughed as Lagertha got him a drink.
“She’s asleep in our room,” she answered, before turning her attention to Eadwulf and covering her more comfortably with the blanket. “We finally convinced her and your wife to take a break. We had to give her and Eadwulf a sleeping drought to get them to sleep for longer than an hour at a time.”
Ivar turned his attention to focus on his wife again.
Lagertha followed his gaze and smiled fondly at the redhead before turning to face Ivar. “She barely left your side.”
Ivar tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a grunt.
“Don’t strain yourself just yet,” she reprimanded gently. “Are you hungry?”
Ivar nodded.
Lagertha turned to the door and called for someone to bring food for the prince before returning to the chair at the side of the bed.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, re-wetting the cloth on his forehead.
“Better,” Ivar said.
“Good, I’m glad.”
“Ivar?” asked a small voice.
Lagertha and Ivar both turned their attention to Eadwulf, who was now awake and rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“You’re awake,” Eadwulf smiled. “I’m glad.”
“You should still be asleep,” Lagertha protested.
“I’m fine,” yawned Eadwulf.
Lagertha scowled as the servants entered, bringing a plate of food. They had thought ahead and brought enough food for Lagertha and Eadwulf as well.
“Can you feed yourself, Ivar?” Lagertha asked.
Ivar scowled, “Yes.”
“Very well,” the blonde said as she stood up and grabbed a piece of bread. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
That said, she swept from the room, leaving the married couple alone in their room.
“How are you feeling, Ivar?” Eadwulf asked as she slowly approached him while he slowly eased himself up.
“Fine,” Ivar said, before adding. “Better.”
“I’m glad,” she said, offering him a bowl of broth.
Ivar took the bowl and their fingertips brushed against each other. “Did you really stay by my side?”
Eadwulf took a seat in the chair Lagertha had vacated with her own bowl of soup. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“You are my husband,” she said as if it were the obvious thing in the world. “It’s my duty to take care of you.”
“Is that all?”
“It’s also my Christian duty.”
Ivar rolled his eyes at that and almost seemed to pout as he drank the broth.
“Do you want me to leave and send for your mother?”
“No,” he said, immediately grabbing her wrist. “Let her rest. You stay.”
Eadwulf smiled and took a seat at the corner of the bed. “As you wish, Husband.”
***
“Wife!” Ivar called as he approached her in the market.
“Husband,” Eadwulf greeted as the people she had been talking to returned to work. “What can I do for you?”
“Come walk with me,” he said, placing a hand on her lower back. “There are some things I wish to discuss with you.”
“Alright, lead the way.”
They walked in silence until they came to a clearing in the woods, where Ivar settled down on the ground and relaxed against a boulder.
“What is it you wanted to speak to me about?”
“Us. Our marriage.”
Eadwulf bit her lip as she settled down beside him. “What about it?”
“I think we can make it work.”
Eadwulf blinked in surprise. “Oh?”
“Yes, I’ve decided something.”
“And what would that be?”
“Being married to a Christian might not be the worst thing in the world.”
“I see,” Eadwulf said, unsure if he had insulted her.
“Yes,” he said, pausing briefly to look around before rearranging himself, so he was resting his head in her lap. “I want to give this a try.”
“And what brought this on?”
“Nothing, really,” he said as he started to play with her hair. “Just recent events have led me to see I haven’t been fair to you and I want to change all that.”
“Alright,” said Eadwulf softly, staring down into his blue eyes. “I would like that.”
“Good,” he said, reaching up to her and pulling her down to kiss her. “Now, tell me. How was your day?”
“It was good. After we broke fast, I went into town to see how the people were doing and after last year’s drought and so far, this year has been going well. The harvest should be bountiful.”
“Good. What else did you do?”
“Nothing yet,” she said as she stroked his hair from his face.
“What else were you going to do?”
“Finish my weaving.”
“What are you weaving?”
Eadwulf flushed and looked away. “Something for you.”
“Why?”
“You are my husband. Should I not weave things for you?”
“No,” Ivar said. “You definitely should weave things for me. What are you weaving for me?”
“I am making you a new cloak.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to. Do you not want one?”
“No, I want it.”
He rolled over, so they faced each other and forced her onto her back.
“I want you as well. I want to put a child in you. A child that will mark the start of our new relationship. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Eadwulf blushed as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips as he rubbed his hips against hers. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping out into her mouth.
“Ivar,” she protested between kisses. “We can’t do it out here.”
“Why not?” He asked, tugging at her skirt.
“Someone could see us.” Eadwulf protested as Ivar’s hand started caressing her breast. “Let’s go to bed.”
“You English and your prudish ways.” Ivar pulled away and stared down at her. “Fine. I will put a child in you in our bed.”
He climbed off her and they both stood up, heading back to town.
Ivar led Eadwulf to their room before attacking her mouth with his own as soon as the door closed. A soft moan escaped her as he pressed her against the door. Trailing kisses down her throat to the neckline of her dress. He started to tug slightly on the belt that encircled her waist before tossing it to the side. His hands started to tug the dress and underdress over her head until she was standing naked before him. Blue eyes flickered down her nude form, a grin forming on his face.
“My beautiful wife,” he whispered, trailing his hands up her sides.
Eadwulf flushed and trailed her hands up his arms before wrapping her arms around his neck. “My handsome husband.”
Ivar chuckled and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and steered her to the bed, slapping her on the rare as he did. Eadwulf giggled as she climbed onto the bed while Ivar stripped himself of his upper clothing before joining her on the bed.
“On your back,” he ordered, slapping her on the butt again.
“Yes, husband.”
Eadwulf settled on her back and spread her legs in welcome. Ivar grinned and lay between her legs, kissing and biting her neck.
“Oh, I have been a bad husband,” he breathed against the skin of her stomach. “A very bad husband for ignoring you, my beautiful Christian.”
“Well, you aren’t now,” whispered Eadwulf.
“No, I’m not now. Now I want to worship you. Adore you. Make you feel the pleasure that I have never given you before.”
“Ivar,” she said, pulling him up to look into her eyes.
“Let me do this.”
“Yes,” she breathed, kissing him deeply.
Ivar moaned into her mouth and balanced on one hand as the other trailed down her body, burying itself between her legs. His thumb fumbled until he found her nub, rubbing slow lazy circles against her. The action earned a low moan from her as he slid one of his fingers inside her. He stretched his finger until it reached the small bundle of nerves inside her.
“There it is,” he breathed. “There’s the little bundle I was looking for.”
Eadwulf moaned and spread her legs wider, rolling her hips to the motions of his finger as it thrust in and out of her. Ivar twisted his hand a little and added another finger inside of her adding scissoring to the movements.
“I want to see how many orgasms I can get out of you, dear wife, before I cum inside of you and make you mine again.”
Eadwulf sighed and nodded, arching her back off the bed as his fingers picked up speed. “Perhaps now we will have a child. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, Ivar, to mark the start of our new relationship with the conception of our child?”
Ivar shuddered at the idea and pressed a harsh kiss to her mouth. “Yes, that is all I want. A child, a hundred children, and you.”
“Good. Because that is all, I want. Children and you. No one else.”
Ivar grinned and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He stopped his fingers' repetitive and quick movements, leaving them inside her. She groaned in protest only to have Ivar laugh softly and make small movements with his fingers, rubbing them against the spot. She cried out as tremors shook her body and came on his fingers arching her back off the bed.
“Did you enjoy that wife?”
“Yes,” Eadwulf panted.
“I hope you aren’t tired already, wife.”
“No, not tired.”
“Good because there is more where that came from far more.”
Eadwulf moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That sounds amazing.”
“Doesn’t it?”
Ivar slowly slid down her body, leaving small kisses and nips as he went until he reached the light curls between her legs. He kissed them gently and nuzzled his nose into them, nudging it between her folds.
“There it is,” he breathed, nudging the little nub with his nose and giving her a lazy, slow lick.
“Ivar!”
Ivar chuckled softly and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her forward so he could fully bury his face between her legs. He drank from her like a man dying of thirst, making her cum again.
“Ivar, please,” she breathed, tears streaming down her face. “No more.”
“Did I not promise to worship you?” The man chuckled softly and crawled up her body, settling his hips between her thighs before he pushed his pants down his hips. “One more and then we will be done for the night. You have my word.”
“One more,” she breathed as he thrust inside of her. “Give me your seed.”
“Oh, I am going to make sure you milk me until there is nothing more for me to give to you.”
***
Ivar and Eadwulf lay in bed with each other, panting heavily as he tucked her against his side.
“Do you remember when we first met?” Ivar asked as he stroked her arm.
“Of course,” she replied. “How could I forget?”
“Were you scared of me?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I had heard tales of how the Christians were treated here and I was scared my father had found a way to kill me without getting his own hands dirty.”
“What do you mean?” Ivar asked after a moment.
“My father has hated me since I was born because I was not the son he had hoped to have. I believe he married me off to you, hoping you would kill me and he would have an excuse to go to war.”
Ivar was silent for a moment as he considered what Eadwulf had said and his mind drifted back to the past.
6 Years Ago____
Ragnar and Ivar entered the village connected to the large castle in the middle.
“Father, where are we?” Ivar asked, looking around at the people staring at them with worry and unease.
“Good question. For I do not know,” He said as he paused by a peasant and switched to their native tongue. “Where are we?”
“You are in the Kingdom of Âlibbendemere,” stammered the man.
“And who is your ruler?”
“King Acwulf.”
“And how might I meet this king of yours?”
The peasant began to stammer something when a new voice broke through the crowd that had formed.
“What is it? What is going on?”
Ragnar and his son watched as the crowds parted and as a young woman with flaming red hair woven into two plaits and hidden by a white veil approached them, flanked by guards and other women. The young woman who had spoken was wearing a fine shift of dark blue with golden details. Ragnar watched as the crowd bowed and curtsied to the redhead who had come to a stop before them, her blue eyes taking them both in with interest. He felt his son shift behind him to look closer at her. He could feel Ivar’s heart speed up in interest and grinned thoughtfully.
Maybe, the Gods sent them here for a reason and all was not lost in their journey west.
“Greetings, Your Majesty,” he said, bowing as much as he could. “My name is King Ragnar and this is my son, Ivar.”
“King Ragnar?” She repeated in surprise. “As in King Ragnar Lothbrok? I have heard a great deal about you. What brings you to my father’s kingdom?”
“A storm,” Ragnar answered.
She looked around confused. “Ah yes, are there no others with you?”
“No, only we survived the storm.”
“I am sorry to hear it. I am Princess Eadwulf and you are welcome in my father’s kingdom. If you come with me, I will gladly take you to him so you may rest and refresh yourselves.”
“Thank you, Princess.”
***
Later that night, Ivar and Ragnar sat at the high table with Eadwulf and her father, Acwulf, along with his newest wife and a Bishop named Heahmund.
“Tell me King Acwulf,” Ragnar began. “How old is your daughter?”
“She is Fifteen years of age. Why?”
Ragnar looked thoughtful for a moment. “Old enough to marry. My son is seventeen. Perhaps you and I could come to some sort of arrangement.”
“And why would I come into an arrangement with you?”
“Because if you don’t, I will return and raid your kingdom.”
Acwulf scowled. “And if I enter into this agreement, what is to assure me that you will not raid my lands anyway? Especially since it is custom for the daughter to live in her husband’s lands?”
“You have my word,” smiled Ragnar. “Plus, there is one more thing.”
“And what would that be?”
“Farmland.”
The Saxon king laughed. “You think highly of your negotiation skills, don’t you?”
“I do.”
Acwulf sighed and considered the agreement. “No. I will provide you and your son with a ship tomorrow and then I want you gone from my lands. Besides, my daughter is already promised to the grandson of King Ecbert, Prince Alfred.”
Ragnar huffed in annoyance. “As you wish.”
Within a month, Ragnar returned to the Kingdom of Âlibbendemere and by the week’s end, Acwulf agreed to the terms Ragnar had set forth.
Current Day___
“My poor wife. Shall I bring you his head the next time we raid England?” Ivar asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“No,” she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want his head. I want him to be left in the past where he belongs.”
Ivar chuckled. “Such a Christian you are still, wife. What will it take to make you Viking? Hmm? So, if my pretty, little wife doesn’t want her father’s head, what does she want? Hmm? What is it you want then, my pretty Christian? Aside from your father to be left in the past.”
“A child. I want a child with you.”
Ivar smiled and rolled them over. “I am sure I can make that happen.”
Eadwulf giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing in pleasure as Ivar slipped inside her. “I’m sure you can.”
Ivar smirked and started thrusting, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. Enjoying the feeling of her wet walls around him once again, one of his hands slid down her body and he grabbed one of her legs, draping it over the crook of his elbow. The new position caused her cries to increase as pleasure shot up her body.
***
Eadwulf hurried into the great hall, eager to tell Ivar the good news when she opened the door and froze when she saw Ivar standing there looking at a naked, blonde slave.
She closed the door silently and headed back the way she came. Moving through the marketplace, she made her way to the outskirts of town until she reached a cliff that overlooked the sea. She played with the ring on her finger, the one Ivar had given her on their wedding day.
“Start anew.” She sniffed slightly and yanked it off her finger before tossing it into the water below.
She collapsed onto the ground and started crying.
***
It was night when Ivar finally managed to catch up with his wife.
“Before we agreed to give it a go. I would avoid you now you are avoiding me. Why is that? There is a feast tonight to celebrate my brother’s return. We should be celebrating.”
“Celebrate with your lover,” she said, pushing him off.
“What are you talking about, woman?” Ivar asked as he moved after her as best he could.
“I saw you two in our room. If you want to start a new relationship with someone, you should start one with her.”
Ivar rolled his eyes and pulled her back into his embrace. “If you saw me with her and had stayed, you would have seen me send her away. Away from the kingdom entirely.”
“What?”
“She will no longer be a threat to you or us,” Ivar whispered. “Now stop avoiding me, for I have missed you.”
“We’ve only been apart for one day,” Eadwulf said, rolling her eyes.
“A very long day,” muttered Ivar, pressing kisses to her neck. “Now, what led you to spy on me?”
“I wasn’t spying on you,” she protested. “I was coming to find you so I could tell you something.”
“And what would that be, hmm?”
Eadwulf grinned and took one of his hands, transferring it to her somewhat flat stomach. “I am with child.”
“So, you are pregnant with my child, are you?” Ivar asked a smile spreading across his face.
“Yes,” Eadwulf said, smiling happily as Ivar ran his hand over her still-flat stomach.
“That’s wonderful to hear,” Ivar said as he led her into the shadows of the village before pinning her against a wall of a barn.
Ivar proceeded to kiss her passionately as one hand cupped her breast and the other dug deeply into her hair. He pulled away so they could catch their breath, resting his head against hers.
“Come on,” Ivar said before dragging her into the semi-darkness of the barn.
“Ivar? What are we doing in here? Shouldn’t we go back to the feast?” Eadwulf asked as she looked around the dimly lit structure.
“We will,” he said, settling on one of the bails of hay and pulling her to him. “But first, I want to celebrate the news with you.”
“Shouldn’t we tell your family?” she asked. “I’m sure they want to know!”
“All in due time, my pretty,” he said as he started pulling his pants down.
“We can’t have sex in here,” she protested as he pulled her even closer pulling her dress up so he could move her onto his lap.
“And why not?”
“Because someone could see,” she protested as she wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands rubbed her inner thighs.
“No one will see,” he said, looking around. “It’s darker in here than it is out there. Besides, the slates of the barn are so close no one will see us. I promise. The only ones who will see us are the animals.”
Eadwulf looked around, biting down on her lower lip before nodding and shifting closer to him. “Alright.”
“Good girl,” Ivar said as he kissed her deeply.
One of his hands slipped between them and his thumb circled her clit as his fingers slipped inside of her.
“Oh Ivar,” she breathed as she kissed him, trailing one hand down his chest and grabbing hold of his erection.
Ivar moaned in pleasure and removed his hands as soon as she shuddered against him, her inner walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and sucked on two of them before pushing the other one into her mouth. Moans escaped their throats as her tongue wrapped around his digit and he watched with hooded eyes as she sucked on him.
The moment he pulled his finger from her mouth she captured his lips with her own. His tongue slid into her mouth as they hurriedly pulled her clothes out of the way so he could penetrate her, causing them both to groan in desire. Ivar started rocking his hips back and forth as he leaned back against the bails of hay.
“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth. “I love you so much.”
“Good to hear,” Ivar said, brushing her hair from her face before giving her a quick kiss. “Because I love you too.”
They continued to make out as their bodies moved in unison, their voices mingling in pleasure.
“Once you give birth, I am going to get you pregnant again,” Ivar whispered to her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want that. I want to have as many babies as we can.”
Ivar continued to whisper how he couldn’t wait to get her pregnant again against her lips as they rocked back and forth against each other, forgetting all about the revelry that was happening just outside the barn.
***
Ubbe was looking for his youngest brother, intent on telling him something when he heard the soft sound of moans coming from the barn. Curious he made his way to the barn and peeked inside, watching two figures move in the shadows.
“Ivar,” whispered the familiar voice of Eadwulf her voice strained from passion. “Oh, Ivar.”
“My sweet, little Christian,” Ivar’s voice drifted over to him. “Soon. You will swell with my child and I can’t wait to taste how sweet your milk is. Now it’s time for you to milk me.”
Eadwulf gasped in pleasure and eventually, both their voices cried out.
“We should go back and tell everyone about the baby,” Eadwulf’s voice drifted out to Ubbe causing the man to smile before walking away as the sound of more moans drifted from the barn.
Apparently, Ivar disagreed with that statement for the moment.
When they finally emerged from the barn and joined the others at the main table everyone was smiling at them, except Sigurd.
“What?” Ivar asked in annoyance.
“I hear you have some news for us,” Aslaug said calmly, trying her best to hide her delight.
“You bastards,” Ivar said teasingly. “Which one of you told?”
“Ivar,” his mother prompted. “You have something to tell us?”
“I do,” Ivar said as he sat down, pulling Eadwulf into his lap and pressing a kiss against her neck. “I am going to be a father.”
“That’s wonderful,” Aslaug said happily.
The rest of the table was filled with congratulations as Sigurd stormed off in a huff. Ivar smirked at his retreating back and pressed a kiss to Eadwulf’s forehead before reaching for some food.
@youbloodymadgenius didn't know if you were still interested in my work but here you go.
My holiday romance is going to be on sale for 99¢ from Black Friday to Cyber Monday. Save the dates and the link.
The holidays are fast approaching and Dominique Miller finds herself running from California to Alabama to escape her abusive ex, Elliot Milford, with her cat, Selene in tow. For a moment of respite, she stops at a café and quickly realizes that she is not as ahead of him as she thought. Enter Edgar Himura, a truck driver passing by on his way to Georgia for a routine delivery. What originally starts out as a kind gesture to wait with her for the police turns into an offer to take her along with him, which Dominique reluctantly accepts. But Elliot is not easily cast aside and is determined to bring Dominqiue back to California by any means necessary. As the holidays and their destination draw closer, the two find themselves falling in love while journeying towards the final confrontation with Elliot.
TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains stalking and talk of domestic violence.
My holiday romance is going to be on sale for 99¢ from Black Friday to Cyber Monday. Save the dates and the link.
The holidays are fast approaching and Dominique Miller finds herself running from California to Alabama to escape her abusive ex, Elliot Milford, with her cat, Selene in tow. For a moment of respite, she stops at a café and quickly realizes that she is not as ahead of him as she thought. Enter Edgar Himura, a truck driver passing by on his way to Georgia for a routine delivery. What originally starts out as a kind gesture to wait with her for the police turns into an offer to take her along with him, which Dominique reluctantly accepts. But Elliot is not easily cast aside and is determined to bring Dominqiue back to California by any means necessary. As the holidays and their destination draw closer, the two find themselves falling in love while journeying towards the final confrontation with Elliot.
TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains stalking and talk of domestic violence.
