Summary: Ubbe wants you to carry his seed. You want to live in solidarity. Only one of you can have their way and slaves never get what they want which means you can only dream a hopeless dream.
You've been told by many men that you're beautiful, that you look like a goddess. That you're the woman they would like to see grow big with their child. Of course, you never had a choice when it came to Ubbe Ragnarsson.
He chose you as his slave when you came in with the other thralls at the market in Kattegat, but he wasn't going to use you to clean up and serve food. No, he intended to breed you so that his seed would carry on strong.
"It's a wonderful thing being a mother. Having the gift to bring life into the world is like a miracle from the Gods. And I know a lot of women will be jealous of you having the opportunity to bring this child into the world. You should be happy to be here," Aslaug told you when Ubbe announced your pregnancy.
But you're not happy to be here. You didn't want to be a mother. You planned on being a shieldmaiden when you were a child. Fighting in the Shield Wall seemed to be like a dream to you and it's what you held onto when you were taken as a slave.
After meeting Ubbe and being in Kattegat, your dreams and plans changed. You long to just be alone. You want to live in a cabin in the woods, by yourself where you can do whatever you want and invite in whoever you want and kill whoever you don't want to be near you. Being alone is the dream you cling onto, one that you know will never happen now that there is a child growing in your stomach.
Obviously, your unhappiness doesn't go unnoticed by the father of your child. He's kept quiet through the months, thinking that in time you'd get that glow of pregnancy and you'd soon feel that happiness of becoming a mother.
But now that you're about to give birth any day now, he's getting irritated with your constant melancholy.
"You are not happy," he states with a monotone voice as he walks into the room, making your head snap over your shoulder to look back at him.
You watch him place his weapon down at the door of the room, something you always make sure he does before you talk to him because you can never be sure what he'll do next to you and you're not sure if carrying his child will be enough to stop him from killing you. Though, sometimes you think that's not a bad idea.
"How can I be when I wanted none of this?" you mutter, taking your hand off of the large, round burden you carry.
"And what did you want? To live out in the woods like an outcast?"
"If it meant I'd be unbothered by you and everyone else in your fucking family then yes," you hiss, snapping around to face him with a hateful glare in your eyes.
Ubbe smirks at you, thinking how feisty you have become since being with his child. You would never talk like this to him before, but now it's a nice change. It makes the fight all the more fun.
Your glare dies when he starts walking towards you, your heart skipping a beat as your mind raced with thoughts of what he could do next. Would he beat you? Would he lay his hands on you while carrying his child or is he going to wait until you give birth and then 'discipline' you for all the things you had done wrong during your pregnancy? Or are his words going to be a knife to cut you now?
"Why do you wish to hurt my heart, (Y/n)? After everything I have done for you?" he whispers, placing his hand over his heart as he comes to stand in front of you.
You tell yourself to not feel guilty, that these are words to make you feel that way. You won't let him. "You have done nothing for me-"
"I have spared you from a life of burden. Would you rather work 'til your hands bleed everyday and you cannot stand because your feet are blistered?'' he asks, gently pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You try to pull your hand away from him, but it just follows you. "I have given you the mercy all thralls wish for. You won't have to work as they do. All you have to do is be a mother to the children I give you."
You swallow roughly and bite the inside of your cheek when you feel him rest his hand on the swell of your stomach. "Then why don't you free me so that your children don't come from a slave?"
Ubbe laughs, drops his eyes to your stomach, and swipes his thumb over the material covering the home of his heir. Any day now and he will hold what he hopes is his son in his arms. "You would have too much freedom then. I fear that if I free you, you will leave for the pathetic dream to live alone in the woods. And I cannot have that," he says, leaning down to try and place a kiss on your lips.
But you turn your head, making his lips land on your cheek. "I promised the Gods when I saw you that I would never let you go and I would keep you as mine until one of us stops breathing. I intend to keep my promise to them," he whispers in your ear, his voice making a shiver run up your spine and a shaky breath leave your lips.
"What makes you think the Gods care about your dreams?"
"What makes you think they care about yours?" he asks back, stepping away from you with a coy smile on his face. "They would have done something to save you by now if they cared. But here you are and here you will stay."
You were told so many times how your motherly instincts will kick in the moment you hold your baby but all you could do was cry. Everyone thought that they were tears of joy. None of them knew that you were crying because you knew that your dream is now too far out of reach.
You waited for that feeling of motherly nurture to fill you, but every time you look at the son you birthed you couldn't help but feel hatred for what they represent to you. It made Ubbe happy to have a son, but you know that soon he will ask for another.
No, we won't ask. He will force another on you.
Hearing Ubbe walking into the room, you don't bother turning your head to acknowledge him because you know he's only here for one thing. "Your son is with your mother," you bluntly say, staring at the wall in front of you as you pull the pelt of fur tighter around you.
"I know. I asked her to keep him for the night," Ubbe says.
You can hear him taking his clothes off, your eyes closing in dread as a sob catches in your throat. You had only finished bleeding a few days ago and the healers have said that you are able to carry another child. It was only a matter of time before Ubbe made that happen.
He walks over to you, around the bed, and stands right in front of you. Lifting your head up by placing two fingers under your chin, you open your eyes to look at him, and a tear slips out to roll down your cheek.
You don't want to fight anymore. You can't bring yourself to fight. You can't find the strength to push away the numb feeling inside you to fight Ubbe about this.
And he notices this.
"Don't worry, (Y/n)," he soothes, wiping the tear off your cheek while caressing your cheek. "Your fire will come back once you're carrying my child again."
He pushes the pelt of fur off your shoulder, smiling to himself when he finds that you're already naked. Probably because you didn't bother getting dressed after taking a bath.
"I want a daughter," he whispers, making you lie down on the fur that had wrapped your body like a gift to him.
"Fine," you mutter, turning your head to the side as he crawls over you, kissing his way down your neck, over your chest, and across your body.
All you can do is close your eyes and think about your cabin in the woods, the peace you would have as a free woman, the life you would have without being treated like a breeding bitch.
Perhaps you would take the daughter Ubbe wants with you to save her from the way she would be treated. You have a feeling that she won't have the same respect a legitimate daughter of Ubbe Ragnarsson would have. She would be known as your daughter first and foremost. The daughter of a whore. No woman deserves that.
But that's all a dream now. A pathetic, lost dream that will never see the light of day.
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The rumbling thunder surrounded the village. The storm wasn't a big one as everyone had predicted so not a lot of worry was made over it. The rain wasn't heavy either, only a soft shower sprinkling over every garden and grass to consume. It was supposed to be a peaceful night.
Gwen was wrapped up in her furs, gaining the warmth and comfort with the sounds of the rain outside filling her dreams. It was a peaceful lullaby. This was disturbed when a heavy rumble shook the home and she was still half asleep.
It was nothing, she had told herself this and went to go back to her deep slumber. Another noise broke out through the night and it sounded rather different.
It didn't come from the storm.
She stirred in her sleep again. Scrunching her eyes she rolled onto her other side. There it was again, a faint thump of timber hitting together. She sat up from her bed and rubbed her eyes feeling an overwhelming swell of tiredness sweeping over her.
Lighting her candle she carried it in her hand with her feet padding out of her room and towards to source of the sound. It led her to the kitchen where she saw she had forgotten to lock a window. Sighing heavily she closed it shut and locked it.
As she did this she noticed a few lights from outside in the distance. She wondered about seeing it and couldn't help but stare out more to see who would be up at the late hour and would go out in the middle of the night in a storm.
Her thoughts were shaken away when the sound of glass shattering was heard from a home not far from her. Then, a piercing scream filled the village
Heathen’s.
Gwen realised what was happening. She didn’t think about anything else as she blew out her candle and dashed out her back door. There was no time to grab anything, not that she had anything of value, but she didn't change her clothes, grab a coat or anything.
She ran and hopped over stone hedges while holding her skirts up to make it easier to move. Her nightgown is soaked in under a minute. The rain was no help as her feet sloshed through the mud almost making her trip a few times. Looking ahead of her she saw others were trying to escape as well into the forest in hopes of losing sight of the heathen’s. It was her only chance as well.
With the storm, rain, screaming and homes being torn apart, she can’t think of anything else and soon found herself in the thicket of the forest, others not far apart from her as they try to find a hiding spot.
Some climbed trees to the top, others tried to find caves, while many more kept on running thinking they'd get far enough to escape. She took the last choice since she is already doing it and can’t think about anything else other than running.
The sound of approaching loud steps was heard through the thunder. They were getting closer. Others that were too slow let out screams as they were cut down by blades or kept alive as slaves.
Their screams and pleads were ignored.
She could feel her legs starting to feel like jelly and a throbbing ache pinches at her calves and thighs. She didn’t give up though. She forced herself to keep running and lifted her soaked skirts up higher, pushing all her remaining strength she has left. Soon she found herself in lead of the chase, and alone.
With the darkness of the forest it was difficult to see much other than the shrubs that smacked into her face, and then her foot got caught in a root forcing her to fall face first into the icky mud and leaves. Her body felt numb but that doesn’t stop her from slowly moving onto her hands and knees and weakly crawl her way forward.
Suddenly a boot came down on top of her back and pushed her into the earth ground. A painful cry left her lips at the sudden loss of air and can’t prevent the chocked sob too. She was caught.
"The more you struggle, the worse you're making it for yourself."
The harsh gruff voice spoke above her. It sounded so foreign. A thick accent that sent chills down her spin, and didn’t even realise they spoke in her language at first. She was too scared to move and remained where she was with her cheek pressed against the mud and silent tears leaving her eyes.
The boot was lifted and she felt a rough hand gripping in her hair and lifted her up. She cried out at the harsh treatment and she felt her scalp burn like her head is on fire. She was then faced by her captor.
In the poor lighting she somehow managed to see the heathen breathing down on her. His frightening dark figure only caused her to whimper more, petrified of the stranger and felt more warm tears streaming down her cheeks with the rain.
Ubbe looked down at the trembling woman with a satisfied grin.
He lifted the fire touch he carried to her face. The sudden brightness and heat radiating from the flame caused her to close her eyes tightly and lower her head away.
“You’re very beautiful.” He chuckled lightly as he forced her to look up at him.
She saw the blood dripped from his face, a couple landing on her, causing her to try and break away from the demon that had a hold on her.
The rain had wet her wrists enough for her to slip out of his hold but fell back onto the mushy earth.
Ubbe grinned at her weak attempts and tossed his fire touch aside and gripped the axe tightly in his palms as he slowly advanced towards her.
“N-no please! Pleasepleaseplease, don’t kill me!” She tried crawling back away from the approaching heathen with weak attempts. Her body was too tired to move.
He wasn’t going to kill her. She was too pretty.
With rough hands he picked up the screaming woman and had her over his shoulder, ignoring her punches against her back and carried her back to their camp.
At some point Gwen had passed out.
When she regained conscious she found herself lying on a pile of furs inside a tent. Voices could be heard from outside, shouted orders and shuffling feet against the wet mud.
She went to move only to discover both her wrists and ankles were bound together and a she felt herself panic as she desperately struggled against the rope by yanking at them in hopes of getting free.
"Don't even bother trying," The familiar voice made her squeak out in fright and she looks at her captor.
Her puffy red eyes stared at the frightening man who stood at the flaps of the tent. Everything about him looked terrifying. She tried scooting back on the furs when he strolls over to her. She whimpered weakly and hid her face in her lap in hopes for some sort of protection.
“You can’t hide from me.” His words made her jump out of her trembling skin. His rough hands grip into her hair again and yanked back, earning a pained broken sob from her.
“I don’t like to be ignored. You will answer to me, understood?”
“Y-yes…” Her sore eyes plead to him for no more pain he was currently giving her with his fist in her hair.
“Word of advice, behave, you’ll survive longer.” He meant it.
She only managed to nod weakly and felt like she could breathe again once her hair was released.
“Why am I here?” She asked weakly.
His devilish smirk didn’t settle well for her. He disappeared behind her and she didn’t dare to look, she only sat where she was until he returned into her view. His shirt was off and was in the process of tugging off his trousers.
Her heart hammered painfully as she saw the heathen stand naked before her, heavy pants left her out of fear and squirmed back when he started to slowly advance towards her.
His body crawled over her own, like a predator over its prey. She saw a dagger flash in his hands and she started to panic more by squirming under him like a wiggling worm. He rolled his eyes and took hold of her ankles, cutting the rope away and at her wrists. He had cut a little at her skin and he sucked at the dripping blood with a satisfied hum.
She couldn’t move.
He was so close now that his face was only a few inches away from her nose, enough to smell his musky scent and tried turning away from his exposed figure while he continued to hold her wrists.
As soon as she tried move he pinned her down under him against the furs. The position was very inappropriate and she didn’t want to become his toy. The very thought of the heathen forcing himself on her made her cry out of fear and struggled more helplessly under him.
“Woman,” his huskily vice was like velvet and it was very distracting, “you should consider yourself lucky. Right now I’m giving you the privilege of having you in my tent and on my furs.
Anyone else would’ve just fucked you out in the mud, just like most of the women. I know in your mind you don’t want this, but I’ll make you change your mind, eventually you’ll understand the rights of being a slave.”
“I’m not a slave!” She yelled out without thinking.
“That’s what they all say at first, but eventually they accept the new life, just like you will.” He grinned and descended down towards her while having both her wrists pinned above her head.
Gwen tried kicking at him but only managed to frail her legs in the air around him. Her strength was nothing compared to his that she knew, but that didn’t mean she was going to let the heathen defile her without a fight. At least that was what she tried doing.
His mouth kissed at her neck, suckling hard and grinding his already hard cock at her skirts. She started to cry, whimpering as she felt trapped and at the mercy of him.
With one hand he held her pinned, and with his other tore open the front of her dress, ripping the fabric and exposing her breasts. She gave an angry cry and felt him chuckle heavily above her before she felt his lips at one of her nipples, suckling hard and humming lowly around the sensitive area.
“Please stop!” She couldn’t help it, she was terrified.
“This is going to happen, willing or not.” He went to tie her wrists up again feeling frustrate already and she panicked even more when she saw this happening.
“N-nonono, p-please don’t tie me up!” She stopped her struggling to try and show she won’t do anything. By god she didn’t want it, but being tied up was only worse. “I-I’ll be good….”
He looked at her with a raised brow. “Are you sure?” She only managed to nod her head in yes. “Stop you’re wriggling then.” The threat was there but not physical.
She wanted to claw his eyes out, stab his dagger at him repeatedly, cut his dick off and shove it down his throat. But reality she knew she couldn’t do that, it was just how much she hated him for what he was about to do and change her life for ever.
Ubbe smiled when he saw her slowly giving up, watching as she breathed heavily and quiet tears streamed down her face.
“I might keep you, but that depends on you. As long as you do as I say and behave I promise no harm will come to you. You’ll be a slave to a prince, a huge honour. Think about that.”
His hand moved her legs more part and he settled himself against her warmth, humming when his cock brushed up against her folds making her jump out of fright at the contact. She wasn’t wet enough, so he carelessly spat in his hand and touched her sex, rubbing along her folds and probing her tight entrance.
She cried harder when she felt his finger insert in her core, worming around and curling against her. It hurt, and she felt disgusted at the heathen for touching her like he was.
It only scared her more when she felt herself growing wet from his probing. He saw this and smirked seeing her body react to his touches.
“Your mind may deny it, but your body won’t.” He leaned down to her ear. “Tell me your name.”
“Gwen.” She couldn’t help but whimper her name.
“I’m Ubbe.”
After hearing his name, she felt his finger move away, but it was quickly replace by his cock that pushed up against her, resisting to allow him entrance or to take her virtue.
“The more you resit, the more it will hurt.” His warning was the only one he needed to give.
She relaxed, at least she tried. He embraced her against him as he tried thrusting his cock in her all the way, ignoring her pained cries, right before he fully thrust his whole cock in her and groaned loudly at her surrounding tightness.
“It hurts, it hurts,” she cried softly crawling at his chest. “P-please stop….”
He didn’t listen, and only moved his cock with gentle motions, grunting at time he moved back in her.
She should be grateful, this he told himself. In time she’ll learn to accept it.
His cock thrust back and forth in her with his chest pressed against her breasts, and moved against her into the furs. He heard her pained whimpers but was determined to turn them into pleasured moans.
Gwen felt herself growing used to his cock and shut her eyes tightly, praying to her god for this to be over soon, but instead she was given something else, which was the forbidden pleasure that rose at her core surrounding his dick.
“Oh fuck,” he moved fast against her as he felt his throbbing cock twitch within her depths. He started to whisper in his own tongue then, leaving her out of everything he was saying as he fucked her.
She winced at the sharp pain she felt as he moved faster against her, his beast like grunts erupted in her ear as she shook under his rutting body. Her mind screamed as she felt her orgasm erupt through her, her voice let out an unexpected moan that only made her hate herself more for reacting like that.
He kept going, pulled her legs around him and gave move violent thrusts before he stilled and groaned out as his seed spilled in her.
She felt disgusted at the feeling of his semen coating her, and the thought of getting pregnant imprinted her mind.
Ubbe laid his weight over her, breathing heavily as he caught his breathe before he moved off from her and lay on his furs. He saw from the corner of his eyes she turned away from him and smirked at her weak attempts.
He faced her back and whispered into her ear. “You’re mine now.” Kissing against her cheek tenderly, or mocking, whatever it was she didn’t know.
Gwen didn’t say anything or do anything.
Her body felt broken, shattered in a million pieces and no one would help her put her back together. She felt the heathen behind her scoot off the furs and wondered around the tent, washing and dressing himself before he got himself something to eat.
She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She didn’t want to breathe.
Summary: Alfred has seen the way you've looked at the Son of Ragnar. So, he arranges for you to find out how the Heathens fuck their women.
Warnings: +18 content, smut, dark!alfred, dark!ubbe, cuckholding, somnophilia, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), strong language, dubcon (?)
Word Count: 1,176
Requested by anonymous
Fuck Valentine’s Day Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist
Alfred leans against the wall, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you don't wake. If you do, it will ruin everything he planned. He's just glad the Viking agreed to all of this, not that he doubted he would turn it down.
He told the son of Ragnar not to knock on the door when he gets here, as to not wake you. The door opens, quietly, just as Alfred asked, and in walks Ubbe Ragnarsson.
Ubbe glances at the bed where you lay fast asleep as he closes the door behind him. Then, he looks over at your husband, the King, as he comes to stand beside him. "You are sure about this?"
"I would have had guards at the door waiting to kill you if I changed my mind," Alfred responds, turning his head to look at Ubbe, unfolding his arms from over his chest, and moving over to the door to lock it. He doesn't want anyone walking in on what's about to happen. He would lose his crown if that happens.
The Viking looks back at the bed, shifts on his feet before walking over to you. His eyes skim over your body, his tongue licking over his lip at the sight of you wearing a sheer nightgown because of the hot night. The only source of light in the room is the single candle lit in the window, casting a beautiful shadow over your face. It reminds Ubbe of his attraction towards you. It's what made agreeing to this easy. He just hopes this is not some kind of wicked test by Alfred.
Alfred settles in the chair in the corner of the room, watching the scene play out in front of him intently, resting his chin on the back of his fingers. He smiles to himself. You don't know what's about to happen to you in your sleeping state. It makes a dark jolt of excitement wash over his body.
Slowly, Ubbe Ragnarsson pulls the light blanket away from your body and off the bed, dropping it to the floor as he kneels on the bed. It makes it better that you're laying on your stomach, allowing Ubbe to run his eyes over the curves of your hips that lead into your legs.
He runs his fingers up your leg, hooking them under the hem of the nightgown, lifting it as he raises his hand up your leg. You let out a soft mewl, shifting onto your side before falling onto your back with a deep sigh. It gives Ubbe a chance to glance over more of your body, especially now that it's not covered with layers and layers of modest clothing.
The hem of your nightgown falls over your hips, allowing Ubbe to settle between your legs, pushing them apart as he runs his hands up your thighs.
Now, he doesn't care if you wake up or not.
He kisses up the inside of your thigh, his hands grabbing your hips gently as his face moves closer and closer to your core.
Alfred shifts in his seat as he watches the Viking's head disappear between your legs. He didn't think it would arouse something in him, but it does, making a strain grow in his pants.
Your eyes flutter open at the feeling of lips fluttering against the inside of your legs and a small moan leaves your lips when a tongue licks through your folds. Your mind goes to thinking that it's your husband between your legs, but when you feel the pricking of a beard against the skin of your thighs, you know right away that this is not your husband.
You don't have enough time to register this and you can't because of the pleasure filling you from the mouth on your pussy. Even if this is not your husband, this person does know what they're doing. Their tongue moves with precision, knowing where to lick and where to suck. They know who to give a woman pleasure with their tongue.
You arch your back off the bed, grinding down on the man's mouth as you let out another, louder moan.
The pleasure grows in your body, your stomach feeling like it's turning into knots as you throw your head back against the pillow. But something catches your eye, making you turn your head to the side where you see Alfred sitting in a chair in the corner of the room.
His dark eyes lock with yours as your climax hits you, shame filling you as you let out a loud moan while looking at your husband, the man who's not giving you this pleasure.
"What..." you whisper out, turning your head down to the man between your legs, your heart skipping a beat when you notice that it's Ubbe. You can't deny that you've struggled to take your eyes off of him when you first saw him, but you didn't think that Alfred suspected anything.
The Viking has a smug grin on his face after he wipes his hand over his mouth. He crawls up your body, caging you in to prevent you from trying to escape. You place your hands on his chest, your eyes growing wide as they flicker between Alfred and Ubbe. "What are you doing?" you whisper, shifting under him as he presses his body against yours.
Ubbe turns your gaze back to him, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. "Don't mind your husband. He called me here," he says.
You dig your nails into Ubbe's shoulders as you feel him lining his cock up with your entrance. "Why? I don't understand," you breathe out, turning your head back to your husband in the corner of the room.
Alfred shifts in his chair again, adjusting the strain in his pants at the sight of another man about to fuck his wife. And if what he's heard about how the Vikings fuck their women, you're in for a time tonight.
"Because I've seen the way you've looked at him. How you look at his other men," Alfred starts, waving his hand to gesture at the man hovering above you, slipping his cock into you. "After tonight, I hope that my message sticks in your head that you will not fuck another man. Unless I say so, that is," he says, smirking at you when your mouth falls in a moan as Ubbe starts to grind his hips against yours. "If you're going to act like a Heathen and have impure thoughts like one, you might as well be fucked by one."
"And I will happily oblige to do so," Ubbe whispers in your ear, grabbing your hips roughly after earning an approving nod from Alfred to go ahead.
With the look in Alfred's eyes, the hard bump in his pants showing how aroused this scene is for him, and the smile on his face as he watches you moaning under another man and your body convulsing in pleasure, it's definite that this is going to happen again in the future.
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