The Last Kingdom Men: Possession/Obsession!Dark
A/N: Here’s a little drabble of The Last Kingdom men. Imagine they’re dark rulers who you’re their most prized possession. I don’t in any way condone the actions here. This is a story and all the necessary warnings are listed below.
Warnings: Blackmail, blood, crude behavior, dark thoughts, dark actions, death, emotional abuse, graphic details, impregnation, insinuated sexual actions/relations, kidnap, language, sadness, somnophilia, and smut
Uhtred the Godless.
He wasn’t simply given a name for nothing. He was feared for good reason. You had seen it firsthand and never wanted to be at the end of his wrath but the gods had a funny way of twisting fate.
Uhtred’s blade was pressed to your brother’s throat as blood trickled down onto the sword. You broke through the crowd standing so he could see you.
“My lord, Uhtred, please. Spare my brother.”
His eyes were cold and calculating as he took you in. Uhtred had been trying to have you for quite some time and this was a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
“Your brother is a thief so he must pay with his life.” He pressed his blade further emitting a pained grown from your brother.
“Let me take his place!”
“No,” your brother groaned out. He had been severely beaten before you arrived. It pained you to see him this way.
“You would give your life for your brother?” He had asked it in a way as if he didn’t understand.
“Yes, I would. I will.”
“Would you give your body?”
You shuddered at the way he lowered his voice and stared at you hungrily. He removed his sword from your brother’s neck as he walked to stand right in front of you. His presence being so close made you lose your voice.
“I need an answer little one.”
“Yes,” you all but squealed out. That one answer was all it took before he reached out pressing your body to his.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that?” He traced the outside of your lips while licking his own. “I remember those lips wrapped around my cock.”
Whenever Uhtred was frustrated he’d find you, grab your hand, and settle you onto your knees. He spoke of it as you servicing your king.
He had a growing need that no woman seemed to quench. If he was especially desperate to get off he’d sneak into your room and pump his cock while watching you sleep.
He’d dump his cum on your breasts and face. It had scared you beyond anything else to awaken to the sticky substance in the morning.
Then one day, he got desperate parting your lips with his length.
When you had your mouth open he’d ease himself in. Whenever you awoke and tried scooting away he’d threaten you with his title. You didn’t want to be cast out and be in worse circumstances as of now so you’d go with it.
Who would’ve thought that this handsome man could strike such a fear?
He confused you beyond anything. He’d have regret written on his face and eyes. He’d gift you rare treasures and whisper sweet words but then he’d do this to you.
“You will be my woman. Swear it to the gods.”
You brought his hand up towards the sword he carried. You cut the palm on your hand wincing at the burn before bringing it up to him.
“I swear it.”
He took your hand and brought it to his mouth drinking your blood in while he continued to stare at you intensely.
“My witch Skade is binding us as we speak. You can never leave. Never part, even in death. Your ever-growing need can only be fulfilled by me.” You looked past him and saw his witch humming incoherent words with her eyes rolled back.
You clenched your legs together feeling excited at the thought of being his. Your breath started to come out in uneven pants as you started feeling the effects of Skade’s magic.
With the blood still smeared on his face, he bent down and picked you up over his shoulder carrying you to his chambers.
He slapped your ass and growled in satisfaction for what this night will bring.
“What troubles you?”
“Men,” he replied gruffly while looking down at his hands. He had been gone longer than usual and was quiet coming back in.
“Men are often the problem. They seem to have no sense of self-control.” You waited for him to speak but he said nothing in return. Living with Finan was something you grew accustomed to since he took you from your home.
He was passive-aggressive and used sarcasm as his weapon of choice. There was never a time he raised his voice to you but would show his displeasure through his actions.
If he was angry he’d want to fuck it away, all throughout the night until he was sated. Through all the ups and downs, you grew to love him. You liked his kind side but the dark one was starting to appeal to you. It was a scary thought to think.
Finan stood up and opened the door, glancing over his shoulder. “Follow me.”
His tone left no room for argument as he departed just as quickly as he said it. His footsteps were loud and echoed off of the walls. Not a person was in sight which began to rack your nerves.
The fire from the torches was your only light source leading you outside. When Finan finally stopped his eyes were set on something in the distance. You took in his posture.
He was rigid. His jaw was clenched. His muscles were flexed with his veins prominent against the skin. You trailed your eyes down his body then saw blood dripping from his hands.
Immediately you went to his side and inspected it.
“Are you hurt?”
“It’s not my blood.”
At that, you stopped and looked at him. Just by the look in his eye, you knew he’d done something awful.
“What did you do Finan?”
He stood behind you and pointed in the distance to where his attention was earlier. You braced yourself as your eyes followed where he pointed. You gasped and covered your mouth looking away.
“All of this is for you, my love.”
“I never asked for this.”
“These men did not deserve to live. They serve you and me, yet they had the audacity to speak of you in a manner that I did not care for. So I killed them and had them hanged from the walls.”
He spoke of their death so nonchalantly that it scared you. These men had missing body parts and were hanged upside down drained of blood.
Finan started kissing down your neck then his hands greedily felt up your body smearing the blood over your dress. He pulled back and cupped your face and dragged his hand back down to your dress.
He impatiently ripped your dress down exposing your nipples to the cold air.
“Finan!”
“Don’t worry my love. I had everyone go inside for the night.”
One thing you learned about Finan is that he got incredibly horny at the sight of death. It didn’t matter if there was a body just a few feet away. He wanted you either on your back with your legs over his shoulders or your ass pressed to his hips as he gripped you impossibly tight.
He had you on your back between the pillar and his body.
“Finan this is wrong.” You pressed your hand to his chest. He stopped and looked down at you. Your dress was tossed aside and his trousers were down to his ankles. His chest heaved trying to recover from his impulsive actions.
“Just the tip then.” he grabbed his cock and brushed it over your folds.
“Finan, we cannot. It is wrong.”
“They were vulgar with their words. They wanted you.” His eyes were growing dark as he spoke of the dead men. “I hope their spirits haven’t gone yet. I want them to watch.”
Finan probed your entrance and entered just the tip. You so badly wanted to hit him but your body loved it. In the back of your mind, you knew you were just as messed up as he was.
Living with him for years had done that to you. Finan wrapped your hair in his hand and pulled it back at the same time he sheathed himself fully in you.
He continued with his erratic thrusts wanting to emit the pleasured screams from you. He wanted everyone to know you were his.
This was also a reminder that you would never find someone to please you as he does.
“Where is she?!” Sihtric growled walking out of his tent and onto the campsite filled with his followers and warriors. When he awoke alone and naked within the furs of the bed he thought you tried escaping again.
His eyes frantically searched the landscape until they landed on your figure along with two other women and one guard. You had a smile on your face, one that you hardly shared with him since he started becoming extremely possessive.
Sihtric couldn’t keep his eyes off of your glowing face. “Have the guard killed at nightfall. I want the women gathered in secrecy. I wanna know what has my wife smiling today.”
Sihtric’s right-hand man nodded in understanding.
“Are the women to be killed afterward?”
Once you felt his gaze, you looked up. You ushered the women away and walked slowly to Sihtric who met you halfway.
Sihtric brushed his right-hand man away. The womens lives will depend on his mood later.
“Don’t hurt them. I was the one who asked them to join me. We were picking berries together.”
Sihtric sighed.
“I don’t know what I’d do if something ever happened to you,” he spoke softly brushing your hair back. “Someone must answer for your absence.”
“I will,” you spoke quickly.
“I could never hurt you.” He licked his lips when he saw you try to lower your gaze. He lifted your head up so that you looked only at him. “You had me worried, but I knew you’d stay for good reason.”
He placed his hand on your growing stomach where your child grew. Sihtric was still possessive as he was before but his touch was gentler. Nothing made him happier than having a piece of him growing inside of you.
For months he wondered why you weren’t taking to his seed. He would pump you full of his cum. He would even have you lay down, sometimes even walk around while his hot essence dripped down your thigh.
You had never seen him so angry when he found out a healer had been supplying you an herb to prevent you from getting pregnant. Not once did he take his anger out on you. Sihtric always had them killed.
When you argued with him he’d deflect your accusations, saying he didn’t kill them but you knew he gave the order. He wanted to possess every part of you. Your mind and body first and foremost.
“Sihtric,” you didn’t know why you spoke his name but you did it out of habit. He always looked into your eyes at the mention of his name leaving your lips.
His stare was never one that saw the surface of things. No, one of Sihtric’s looks saw beyond the color of your eyes. He could sense what you were feeling-thinking. He knew it all.
“Never run from me. Never hide. I will always find you wherever you go.”
He brushed his mouth on the outside of your ear.
“Tell me you love me,” his hot breath ghosted over your neck as he inhaled your scent. When you didn’t say anything back he tugged on your hair. “Tell me.”
“Sihtric, please. You’re hurting me.” His hold on your hair dissipated.
“I’m sorry. I just love you so much.”
“If you truly love me then let me go.”
“I can’t. I tried to, remember? I let you go back to your family and they allowed you to get hurt.”
“We were raided. It wasn’t their fault. No one could have predicted an attack coming.”
His eyes grew wide as he thought back on that day.
“But who saved you and your family? I did. I couldn’t restrain myself. I had to have you near me. I knew, I just knew something would happen if I wasn’t with you. We are bonded for life.”
A tear escaped your eye thinking of how you got here. Sihtric was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He was the sweetest man catering to your every need. The signs should’ve been obvious. People who spoke of you harshly were never seen again, rude remarks of those suddenly were nice, and people would let you do what you wanted without judgment.
“Shh shh shh,” he shushed. “Don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.” He wiped away your tears kissing where each one was at.
“You’re the best things that’s ever happened to me. My greatest treasure,” he smiled as you then slowly leaned up capturing his lips with yours.
He smiled in victory then kissed the top of your head and intertwined his hand with yours.
