Hi !! First of all : congratulations for your 700 followers !! 👏🏻❤️ hahah Sooo, could you please write a prompt (NSFW) for the numbers 14 and 53 ( with Ivar 😁) ? Thank you ! Ps : vc arrasa ! Hahah
700 FOLLOWERS DRABBLE CHALLENGE
NSFW PROMPT Nº 14 “You’re mine”
NSFW PROMPT Nº 53 “Don’t test me”
AUTHOR’S NOTES: AHHH! Mais um brazuca! Valeu gata! Você é um amor!! I wish I could be so sweet with your drabble as your words were to me, but you gave me so naughty prompts! I couldn’t resist… Dark!Ivar coming!
“You should know better how to treat a princess!! You Norse MONSTERS!”
Your voice echoed, filling the room, while the two bastards that dragged you there and thrown you on the bed were leaving through the door. One of them locking it from outside according to the sound you listened after their passage.
“Fuck!” you cursed, punching the bed under your butt.
“You curse too much for a Christian princess…”
You heard a hoarse voice and it called your attention to the window of that bedroom, where that man were looking outside like you haven’t been dragged and thrown over his bed like a whore or a slave. His glare was placid to the fields outside where his men were finishing the destruction of everything you knew as your home since you were born. Your father’s soldiers weren’t being killed because somehow your father told you he made a deal with the Norsemen raiders’ commander, but he couldn’t tell you what deal he made, cause when you were talking those bastards dragged you away from him.
“Who are you? What am I doing here?” you asked, looking at him, and so he stopped looking outside to turn a pair of cold sapphires over you, just to make you regret having caught his attention: the blue stones in his face devoured you from your head to your feet, causing cold shivers to run down your spine.
“Your father and I made a deal. He told me to stop the raid and the blood spilling and in exchange, he would give me the legal right over his land. Which means the answer to your first question is: I am Ivar the Boneless, king of this lands.” He said, cocky, causing your stomach to try furiously putting your bile up through your esophagus, out of your mouth; an impulse you held bravely, still facing that strange man. “The answer to your second question is pretty simple. Your father imposed me a single condition for these rights: the heir of his crown, now mine, should have his blood, in order to seal our deal and force your people agreement and acceptation. Since your father has no male heirs - which is good, because I didn’t wanted to have to kill anyone important to you – you shall be the one to bear this future heir, my son, but even then his blood… So welcome to your bridal suite, love”.
“What?!”
You barely could ask. Your voice sounded like a squeak, small and thin, while your eyes were wide on his. And he came closer, dragging himself to the bed, allowing you to recognize the dragging demon that invaded your castle hours ago. He was their commander… A crippled man with furiously fierce eyes.
“It was a nice deal… you’re a beautiful woman” he said with his hand about to touch you.
But you slapped his hand away from you, causing him to laugh of your despair, surprising you by taking your face between his fingers, firmly holding your chin, while his other hand was completing the first intent he had, touching your thighs, sending electrical waves through your entire body.
“Fierce woman… I like it… You’ll give me good children. Let me enlighten your little sweet mind, love: You’re mine. And it means either you’ll be a good wife and behave and I’ll make it pleasurable for you as much as it will be to me, or I’ll take what I want from you and I won’t leave this room until I’m sure you’re bearing my child. So what will be your choice, uh?”
You felt his hand invading your dress, touching the skin of your leg. And his eyes were still on yours, almost wanting to know if you would deny him your skin once again.
“You wouldn’t dare…” you said, facing those bright sapphires and he smiled, probably satisfied by your courage.
“Don’t test me…” he said, his fingers invading the vain between your thighs, touching and caressing your womanhood still over your panties causing you to hold your breath, not knowing exactly if it was exciting or disgusting you. “I could fuck this pretty little cunt of yours until dawn with no pauses, love…” he said, pushing one of his fingers against the cloth that was covering you, hitting your sweet bud, causing you to moan a sound that you cut in your mouth by biting your lower lip.
He smiled again, victorious.
“But I already think it wouldn’t be a punishment for you… Would it, wife?”
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