Not Sharing . Ivar X OC X Sigurd
Summary: Tired of their consent arguing and fighting with each other, Ubbe gifts both Ivar and Sigurd with a thrall to share and work out their problems somehow. Still, they argue, confusing the thrall and even bothering her with their nagging.....One-shot.
Even though I’m not part of the 5CW event run by the lovely @lisinfleur and @honestsycrets I had to do this for the fun of it. Hope it turned out alright. I had fun with this!
Word count: 3463
Warning: Bit of arguing and smut.
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Katya was born into slavery, it was the only life she knew and grew to like with the few simple rules. Be polite, obey and always smile, the men loved it. She belonged to a very wealthy master who took good care of her as long as she satisfied his needs. It wasn’t the worst, it could be, but this was how it was since she was sold a little over a year ago.
She comes from the lands of Russia, a foreign land for most travellers and it was the only home she knew of. This all changed however when her long term masters wife poisoned him and sold her to a trader within a blink of an eye.
No surprise.
Over the coming months Katya was moved, sold, bought and sold for high prices, her value only rising more at each passing man who held enough gold for her and enjoyed the moment before moving onto the next man eagerly wanting to buy her. Nothing was ever permanent, this she understood and never held much hope for anything. It was all about survival.
She finds herself in another cold part of lands that was very different from her home. Curiously she looked around from the boat she was on with the other slaves, a thick fur coat wrapped around her gifted by the trader in exchange for worshipping his cock. It was warmth she needed after all, she didn’t care about much else.
Her raven thick hair blew against her wind as her creamy skin that had barely touched the sun shivered against the cold. Dark hazel eyes scanned around curiously at this new place and wondered just what her future might hold for her.
On the docks they were lead to a house where other slaves were being sold or traded. Eyes were on her, lustful stares making her smile a little from the attention she got. She always enjoyed it and wondered just who might be her new master now. She’ll be very satisfied for it to be someone wealthy and very handsome, but she’ll take whatever is given.
As they all waited to be looked at she was approached by a very handsome young man, blazing blue eyes and blonde hair making her eyes sparkle with excitement. She overheard him being a prince, a son of Ragnar, a name she’s heard of before, the eldest son from his second wife, name he held was Ubbe. Travelling everywhere she was familiar with the north man's language making her even more value.
“Greeting’s, my lord.” She spoke in her thick accent with a soft smile.
Ubbe noticed her the moment she came onto the docks and had to get a closer look at her and inspect. For weeks he’s tried finding the right slave that just might work out but hadn’t had much luck, until he saw her and knew she was very different from the others.
“Hello.” He answers looking her up and down. “You’re a long way from home? Tell me your name.”
“Katya.” She answers him. “Looking for some love, attention and care, my lord?” She asked battering her thick lashes at him.
“I only have one question. Are you patient?” His question did confuse her a little.
“Patient?” It was something she’s never been asked before however she still answered him honestly. “Yes, my lord. I’m a patient woman.”
“Good.”
As soon as the trader comes over Ubbe tosses him a large bag of gold coins which he eagerly accepted. Katya followed Ubbe out then with the fur coat still around her as the trader was too busy admiring his coins and no one said anything. Besides, it was very cold and she wasn’t wearing anything proper for the weather underneath.
“What would you like for me to call you, my lord?” She asked walking beside him.
“Just Ubbe.” He responds before stopping and gently pulling her aside so they were out from the crowds together. “Listen, I didn’t buy you for me.”
Honestly, she was a little disappointed, such a handsome man he was.
“You’re beautiful, very beautiful.” He smiles and she couldn’t help but smile back. “But I'm happily married man, I have no need for another woman.”
“That’s too bad, you’re very handsome. But you wouldn’t be the first married man to buy me, Ubbe. Your wife is very lucky to have such an honorable man like you.” She answers back as he gave a kind smile to her.
“Thank you. Anyway, I brought you for my brothers. Before I take you to them I must warn you, they have problems. I mean they’re always fighting with one another, arguing over nothing and just always shouting. I thought maybe a beautiful thrall for them to share might help them. That’s why I asked if you were patient, because you’ve got to need it with them.”
“I see.” She says nodding. “Don’t worry, I’ve had many men in my life, I’ve seen it all.”
What she didn’t realise was just how bad it was and how soon she spoke.
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The moment they entered the cabin together they were met with the shouting and chairs being knocked over. She stood back by the door as she watched with wide eyes as Ubbe tried breaking up the two other men wrestling one another on the floor.
“Knock it off! Both of you grow up!” Ubbe shouts looking very frustrated with them.
“The snake started it!” Ivar shouts back as he pushed himself up onto a chair.
“The crippled baby thinks I stole his knife!” Sigurd responds.
“Enough!” Ubbe’s had enough, and just rubbing his face followed by a long exhale was all she needed to see from him to know this.
Katya shifted on her feet in silence as the brothers tried to sort out on their own but judging from Ubbe she knew he’s had enough trying to deal with them. Now it was up to her, at least she’ll try. She’ll do her best to try and ease whatever tension is going on between them.
“Brothers, this is Katya.” Ubbe then introduces her to them. “She is a thrall. I just bought her for you both to share.”
“Share?” Ivar narrowed his brows before scoffing. “I’m not sharing with the snake.”
“Like you could pleasure a woman anyway.” Sigurd snarls back.
“I said enough!” Ubbe once more snaps at the both of them and moved his way passed her to head out. “Good luck.”
When the door closes again Katya looks at both Sigurd and Ivar with a tender smile. Yes, both very handsome, Ivar even more so with those blue glowing eyes of his
“My lords.” She says fondly to them. “I’m here to serve you both to your desire.”
It was going to be interesting though with them, that she admitted.
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As expected, it was very intense in the room with them. Never once has she been brought and never not had sex right away, it’s all men wanted from her but these two seemed to be not interested in that much to her surprise. All her life men wanted her in bed and she spread her legs for them like a good slave. Now here she was, sitting near the fire, board. She had been sitting for hours waiting for either of them to say something.
Sigurd had left, already half drunk and hasn’t returned while Ivar remained but ignored her. She felt his eyes on her every now and again looking unsure as he sharpened his daggers and kept himself busy with anything he could find just to pretend she wasn’t there.
The fur coat she wore was now off since it was warm enough in the cabin with the fire going, leaving her in the thin dress she still wore she her last master who’s wife wasn’t very pleased. That didn’t last long and now here she was, board.
Looking over at Ivar she looked down at his legs and studied the braces he wore wrapped around them, tilting her head curiously and this caught Ivar’s attention as he scoffed at her.
“Never seen a cripple before.”
“Actually I have, my lord.” She answers softly.
It was like her answer wasn’t what he was expecting and went back to sharpening the same dagger he’s been holding for the last hour.
Standing she then comes closer and sits in front of him, still watching as he nervously focused on his dagger.
All she did was watch him, smiling a little as he continued to hesitate so nervously trying to focus on what he was doing and not her.
“Why do you stare, woman?”
“Where else do you want me to stare, my lord?”
Ivar looks like he was about to say something back at her but decided not to before looking down twirling his blade. Katya then sat back on the fur rug on the floor and spread out on it like a cat, moaning lowly at the comfortable feel of it but to also tease Ivar.
“Why do you make noises?”
“Because it’s comfortable, my lord.” She giggles softly at him.
Ivar felt himself smirk before shaking his head.
“I don’t understand why Ubbe brought you for us. Sharing you with Sigurd wasn’t going to happen.” He says bluntly and she silently agreed with him after what she saw happen.
“You can decide that, my lord. I’m here and ready, all for you.” She purred turning over onto her hands and knees as she slowly crawled towards him like a cat.
Ivar watched her, a flicker of fear in his eyes as she then pushed herself up on her knees before him and slid her fingers under his waistband of his trousers.
“Don’t!” He grabbed her wrist tightly causing her to gasp from his sudden movement, an action she wasn’t expecting.
“Is something the matter?” She asked calmly looking up at him.
Ivar was breathing heavily and looked like he was about to kill something as his face screwed up in frustration. Katya then sat up, his grip still on her but sat beside him at the table.
“You can talk to me, my lord. What’s bothering you?” It wasn’t anything new for her masters to simply talk to her, sometimes men needed another’s ear to speak truthfully about what they were feeling.
“Like I would tell a slave.” He spat glaring. “All the same, fucking gossiping whores…” His words didn’t affect her, she’s been called much worse.
“I’m only offering ears for you to speak to. Whatever you tell me stays between us.” He scoffs as she told him this. “My lord, this is what I do. I make men happy, I’ve done so my whole life and I’m good at it.”
“If you’re so good at it then why are you here?” Good question.
“Because too many men who brought me had wives and no wife wants their husband seeking company from younger and more beautiful women. Either they were forced to give me up or they were poisoned before I was sold to the next highest bidder.”
Ivar narrowed his brows a little at her unsure by what she had just told him and seemed to ponder over her words for a bit while looking away from her.
“So...you’re good? You’re skilled?”
“Yes, very.” She answers proudly.
“Can you make any man, hard?” His question did confuse her a little unsure why he was asking such a thing.
“Yes, I can. Why do you ask, my lord?”
Now he looked like a frightened boy. His emotions and expressions shifted so much all the time and she knew this was something she’ll need to watch with him more.
“The last time....I couldn’t. I never...could.” There it was. She now understood.
“Was that your first experience?” He gave a shy nod as she smiled softly and tilted his head to turn and face her. “My lord, that’s fine, it happens. Not everyone’s first experience goes as they want. I’ve had men just like that when I was in the whore house for a time. They were so shy and had trouble getting it up but I helped them and now they go on pleasuring many other women.”
“So...it’s normal?” He sounded surprised. “I’m not...broken?”
“If you allow me I can prove that you’re not broken and give you an experience you’ll never forget.”
Leaning forward she then kissed him tenderly. He shied away for a moment before slowly leaned into the kiss as she caressed his cheeks softly. Breaking the kiss she smiled warmly at him before tracing her hands over his short hair like he was a small child seeking comfort.
“We can go to the bed to be more comfortable, my lord.” She says standing up and making her way over with a sway from her hips. When she sat down she beamed a little brighter in satisfaction seeing him crawling towards her and pushing himself up onto the bed.
She helped him lay back against the furs before she removed her dress leaving her naked for his view and helped remove his tunic before untying his trousers.
“Don’t remove my trousers. Just...a little.” She understood that he wasn’t ready to show her his legs or if he’ll ever be alright with that. Either way it didn’t bother her.
“As you wish, my lord.”
Katya only tugged down enough to free his cock which wasn’t hard but that was soon to change. She carefully took his cock in her slender hands and started to stroke him which rubbing her thumb over his tip. Leaning up she kissed him again, her free hand tracing against his skin to build up his arousal with different ways. All men had different desires and ways to get a boner.
Moving down his body Katya gently took hold of his cock and started to move her hand along his length. Further down she lowered her head and started to lick along his base causing his breath to hitch from the warm strange contact she gave him. Her mouth then started to suck at his balls, humming against him and slowly worked at his cock with patience. There have been many times she’s done this, it was nothing new for her.
Moaning more around his cock she then started to suck around his tip that was leaking salty fluids for her to taste and savour it all against her tongue enjoying it. She looked up at him through her lashes, smirking around his cock as he watched her with dazed eyes looking back down at her as he panted softly.
Slowly she started to bob her head around his length and stroke at his base while massaging his balls in her other hand. There was no doubt he was aroused already, she felt his cock twitch under her touch as she continued to work on him.
Removing her mouth with a wet pop she giggled lightly as she kept her gaze on him while still stroking him throbbing member.
“How is that, my lord?” She asked in a low husky voice.
“It feels strange…” He admitted with burning cheeks.
Smirking softly she then let go on him while he let out a small sound of protest but stopped and watched her as she carefully straddled his lap on him. Guiding his hand she lead it down to her core where she had his finger brush over her cunt which was dripping wet for him.
“You feel that, my lord? This is good. Women should be wet for a man’s cock, otherwise it won’t be pleasant for her if she’s dry.” She tells him so he’d know if he was to lay with any other woman for the future, but deep down she hoped he wouldn’t and continue to lay with her over again.
Ivar listened and nodded, understanding what she was telling him as his eyes filled with curiosity. It looked so cute on him she thought to herself.
“I think you’re ready for me now, my lord.” She purred biting her plump lips softly.
Gripping his now hard cock again she then started the rub his tip through her folds and slowly eased herself down onto him while letting out a breath of pleasure. Even though he was so young he had an impressive cock. She’s seen and had it all, but his was surprisingly formed close to perfection. He had a good both length and thickness which she liked.
Fully settled on him she placed her hands over his bare shoulders, eyes shining down on him as she slowly rocked her hips against him, rubbing herself against his pubes and letting out soft breaths of desire against his face.
“More.” His word whispers softly through his pants. “It feels so good, I want more.”
“Easy, my lord. It’s all about. Patience. Trust me, it’ll last much longer and feel better. Besides, why the hurry? We have all the time we need.” She says softly caressing his skin as she continued to roll her hips.
“Ivar.” He suddenly says looking at her. “Call me Ivar.”
“As you wish, Ivar.” Calling him by his name only added to her desire and started to circle her hips against him letting out a soft moan. “Yes, you feel so good in me.”
“I-I...Katya, I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” He warns her and before she could even say anything he suddenly erupts his seed within her depths and cry out half in desire and surprise. She wasn’t bothered by it, after all it was his first orgasm
“Sorry….” He murmurs softly looking down in shame until she had him look back up at her.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s alright. Besides, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m all yours to your desire.” I say through a happy smile making him smile softly back, so calm for even just a moment before we both heard the door to the cabin shaming open.
Sigurd was back and he was really drunk.
“The fuck you two doing?” He slurs waddling over past them. “You’re not...a fucking man! Boneless!” His words seemed to hit Ivar hard as he snarled but I gently placed my hand over his chest still on him.
“He’s drunk.” I answered softly. “Drunk words mean nothing.”
“His words hold hate.” He says back and he wasn’t lying.
“Get off his limp dick…” Sigurd sits on the second bed pulling himself out from his trousers and let’s himself hang there. “Get over here...I’m a real man!”
“Don’t go.” Ivar hisses to her but Katya gave a tender smile to him.
“It’s alright. Remember Ubbe brought me for both you and him, I must do as he says as well.” She answers before kissing his cheek and removing herself from him with a wet pop and coming over to Sigurd.
Kneeling in front of him she smiles but not in the same way towards Ivar.
“What do you want me to do, my lord?” She asks and he gives her such a sloppy smile through his drunkenness.
“Worship my cock!” It was something she’s heard before.
“As you wish, my lord.”
She then starts to tug his cock watching him carefully. There was something about to happen, she saw this and continued to play along. Less than a few minutes Sigurd then laid back against the bed while letting out loud snores filling the room.
“Did he just fall asleep?” Ivar asks seeming shocked but couldn’t hold back an amused smirk either.
“I’m not surprised. He was very drunk and won’t wake up until morning.” Katya answers before tucking him back in his pants patting the area and eagerly returning to Ivar. “He’s not a man, you’re more of a man than him.”
Hearing this from her seemed to please him as she crawled beside him again tracing her fingers over his chest.
“Can we go again?” The way he asked was no innocently making her smile fondly.
“We can go as many times as you want, Ivar. There is so much I can teach you and many ways to bring pleasure to a woman. The women will be lining up for you soon enough.” She answers wanting him to feel special.
“No.” He answers shaking his head. “I don’t want any other women, I only want you.” This made her smile a bit brighter before she kissed him tenderly.
“I’m all yours, Ivar. Have me as many times as you desire.”
And he did, very much.
