Emperor I
Author’s Note: Hi!!! I finally got around to writing this sequel series! The first series is below. It is best that you read them in order, they’re not really stand alone. I hope you enjoy!!! Taglist is open and so are requests!!!!!
Warnings: Smut. Language.
Pairings: Ubbe X Reader
Type: Series, 2.5K words
Gladiator Masterlist (First Series)
The white flowers fall from the sky. the beauty of it was dissimilar to anything you had ever witnessed. It was coronation day. Ubbe stood in the window peeking out in excitement. The festivities had already started for him and he had not yet been crowned yet. He was the one they all loved, and you understood their infatuation.
It had come to no surprise that he chose the room of silk to prepare himself in, this place housed memories for him. You bathed him, per orders of Emperor Ragnar and Ubbe stood before you in the white toga, garnished with the gold jewelry gifted by the Emperor. "Do not be nervous Prince Ubbe, their love for you is everlasting." You comfort him. "You are in essence their gladiator."
He groaned but there was a smile in his voice. "I am only your gladiator Y/N."
Arcadia sat in the corner. The animosity poured from her but there was nothing that you should fear. On this day Ubbe had sworn to make you a free woman. "Do you intend to watch the wait for you all day or are you ready to accept your new role?"
Ubbe's eyes rolled involuntarily as he turned to his wife and gave her a small smile. "Cadie, I am ready." His eyes leave her and make their way to you. "Y/N." He breathed. "Are you?"
"I am ready for you to accept your fate and rule your people." There was an intrinsic pride in you that you could not deny. Ubbe was a born ruler, one who humbled himself enough to walk with the poorest of his people and wield his sword beside the bravest.
Arcadia stood from her chair, swigging down the remnants of her third glass of wine. "Well, shall we not get this over with? The quicker this is over... the quicker I can leave this place." She dismissed herself walking through Aslaug's room of silk, waving them incoherently until she stumbled out.
The atmosphere between Arcadia and you had shifted tremendously in the past weeks. But it was through no fault of your own. Ubbe and Ubbe alone had decided it would be better if you were his wife. Who were you to deny the future emperor? You shared a bed with the both of them each night. The barracks were no longer acceptable for you and Ubbe made it known as well. Things had shifted for better and worse.
The door opens and the silks blow with the gust of air. Bjorn strolls in. His armor glistened in the sun that peaked through the cracks of the window. "Brother, why are you hiding in here? You have a world to rule." Bjorn's sincerity warmed your heart. He placed his hand on his brother's shoulder and looked down at him. "I will lead your armies wherever you want them to go my brother. Whatever land you want conquered, we shall conquer and together we shall prosper." He smiled touching his younger brother's cheek. "Come now."
"I will." He smirked. "If you would allow me one more moment with Y/N, I will join you soon."
"As you wish." Bjorn gives you a small nod turning quickly on his heel and heads back outside the door.
You had not grown accustom to the constant guards that surrounded one of the most worshipped gladiators you had ever witnessed fighting.
"Domina." You loved the way he said it. It made all those old feelings rushing back to you. Ubbe breathes heavily holding the small golden coin in his hand. "This was the first drachma my father ever gave to me." He started. "Though I was a prince and could have anything I wanted he saw fit to make me earn this," He flipped the coin up in the air.
"How did you earn it Ubbe?" You step closer to him and catch the gold coin the next time he flips it in the air. You lay it flat on your palm and look down at it.
"I plowed the fields on my uncles farm. One whole day. It was strenuous, worked with children I had never seen and then he gives me this and I get it. Good service has a worth."
"Of course."
"I plan to serve Greece." Ubbe steps closer closing your hand around the coin and pulling you flush against his chest. "I plan to serve you," His lips gently grace yours and your weightless, breathing him in and then he steps back. "I can only hope the reward is as enjoyable as the service. Let us leave."
The coronation was to be in the stadium where the Olympians performed. You were never given the privilege before. Ubbe and you move through the corridors with guards surrounding you. There were chariots awaiting the family for transport. Of course, Arcadia was mounted upon his chariot waiting with a sly smile on her face. "There you are my husband." She held her hand out for him. "It is unbearably hot in these barracks, I felt as if I was waiting for hours."
"But you were not." Ubbe added kissing her hand.
His chariot was in line behind Emperor Ragnar's and a woman you had never seen before, therefore she had to be Aslaug. Her hair cascaded in curls down her back in golden waves while her perfectly chiseled She smiled as she looked back on her sons.
Ivar and Atria were in a chariot together. Atria glared at you. Arcadia had quite the mouth on her, spreading her venom throughout the ranks. Atria no longer held a soft spot for you and Ivar took pride in it.
Bjorn mounted the chariot and extended his hand to you. "Ubbe would like for you to ride with me. You will be under my protection during the duration of the festivities."
"Thank you."
Bjorn does not respond other than a simple nod while he helps you onto the chariot. You felt displaced. Every family member that surrounded you, besides Bjorn, wore a blue as deep as the sea and here you were in the soft blue silk that Ubbe had chosen just for you the night before. There was not a chance that you would not stand out among the crowd.
The ride out to the stadium is remarkable. Never had you witnessed such a gathering. The streets were flooded with people headed to the stadium for the ceremony. All of them in love with their future ruler. The entire way there you kept an eye on Arcadia, as if it was your place. The subtle touches and kisses had started to irk him. You knew his quirks. His lip twitched constantly and his eyes tended to wonder everywhere but to who was annoying him. It gave you a relief to see his reaction.
They seated you with the royal family near the ground where the stage sat in directly in front. Everyone generally moved away from you but Aslaug. She took the seat next to you and entwined your hand with hers.
"I see Ubbe has decided to whom he will give the silks to," Her free hand touched the fabric. "This was always a favorite color of mine, but I always preferred red."
You try not to look startled; the silks were his now? "Your majesty, forgive me, you have given the silks to your son?"
"Yes, they have always been his in a way. When he was a boy we used to play in that grand room. He would hide and I would seek him out. We played it until he grew out of the game and wanted to do other things with his brothers. And then before he left us, we would talk to one another in there, and I told him to hide his heart among the silks and whomever finds it should have the silks."
It made sense. You chuckled to yourself at the sentimental person Ubbe could be inside, that tough exterior only being the hard outer shell to a true admirable man inside. It was bliss.
The ceremony passed quickly, followed by the Olympians performing for their new Emperor. Ubbe joined his family sitting in the middle with you on one side and Arcadia on the other.
"How do you feel?" Arcadia asked.
"Heavier." He answered.
"Powerful?"
"I was powerful before." Ubbe shrugged. "Now there is a title attached to it. I have other titles to give." He turns to you. "Y/N is free, and we are to wed in the next week." He says.
The reactions are waves. Hvitserk is not shocked. The cute faced warrior smiled showing his dimples. "Congrats. This is wonderful news."
"This news is preposterous." Ivar spat. "She imprisoned you, you were her slave brother. We should have drained her when we killed her brother." Ivar's blue eyes seemed to fade to black as he stood enraged from his seat.
"Enough!" Ubbe yelled. "I have said what I have to say, I will have two wives."
"And which of them will warm your bed?" Arcadia stood. "Am I not good enough for you?"
"Perhaps I should be asking you that question Arcadia. Our position has been known for many years. Y/N is mine. It is done and not another word will be uttered."
"You are blinded brother."
"And you are gullible, smitten and obscenely out of line. I said shut your mouth Ivar. Not shut it or I'll have it removed."
The threat was taken seriously as his younger brother slid down in his seat not mumbling another word. Ragnar sat in the corner, he had said nothing of the matter for several minutes and then he stood with Aslaug at his side, more than likely returning her to the tower. "I find joy in knowing that the Emperor of Greece will have found true love. The Gods are in your favor, Y/N with our warmest regards, welcome to our family."
The new chambers he was given were vast and overlooked the city. The lit candles flickered like stars below as they still carried on with their celebrations. But you were tired, worn down from the long day. Ubbe watched as you undressed stepping out of the silk and hanging it on the hook over the bed.
"Now I cannot see you." He whispered.
"Then you, my Emperor, should come lay with me." The soft sheets felt amazing under your skin. If this was to be your forever you were ready for it to start.
You could hear him walking towards the bed and then the bed dipped as he lay beside you. His eyes hooked on the curves of your body. Ubbe started slowly, the pads of his fingertips trace the line of your body. The curve of your breast and then to your stomach and he stops. "I want you to have my son." He whispered.
You had not thought of bearing children; you were older than most of the women you ever known to bear children. Bearing children was for the young, the Arcadia's of the world. You cleared your throat and shook your head. "Ubbe I could not possibly."
"Why not?" He his heavy hand gripped your thigh and then dipped down to your pussy. "I want you to have my son." He said again, this time with a growl. His fingers pressed through your swollen lips delving into you and then curling until you come from the bed. "Do you not want my son in you? Domina." The raspy, lust filled voice had taken all reason from you as you answered him with a yes. Everything in you screamed yes. "Good."
He slipped his fingers from you and pushed your legs farther apart. You loved that you didn't need that affection, he gave you that any other time. When you two were in bed you wanted to be ravaged. Ubbe draped your legs over his shoulders as he pressed down on you.
"What will happen if I bear you a son?"
"Cadie will be forced to leave." He strokes himself against your slit, once and then twice. His thick girth ignited the bundle of nerves as he slapped his cock on you.
"Ubbe," You moan. "Wh-,"
"Enough of your talking," He chided and he slams into you bringing his body fully over you. He fills you so deep it hard to breathe. "My fucking Domina..." He growled slowly sliding back out and then snapping his hips onto yours again. Your body flinches from the ping of pleasure that springs through you. "Is going to be so fucking full of me surely you will leave this bed pregnant." His smile against your neck makes you chuckle. This was new. He intertwines his fingers in yours as he finds his rhythm and starts to fuck you to a song you both were creating.
Ubbe's lips find your neck and his tongue starts to dance along your collar bone, down to your breast and he sucks. HARD. You mewl loud over his vigorous pants and groans trying to control yourself from cumming too soon. "Give it to me." He says as if he can tell that you are teetering along the edge.
Your body triggers in a wave of pleasure, flushing through every inch of you. Ubbe feels your cum slicking him and slides out of you. He crawls to your quivering pussy locking his lips around your clit and you scream. The screech ringing through the walls and you do not have a care in the world. Your hands grip his hair with intentions to pull him away from you. It only makes him more eager as his tongue thrusts into you and he sucks again at your clit causing another orgasm. "Ubbe, please. Emperor."
"This is my pussy." He whispered nipping at your thighs, glazing you with your own cum. "Is it not?"
"Yes."
"I will what I want with my pussy. Suck it." His teeth grazed your thigh again and he sat up on his knees flipping you over to your stomach. He pulled you up by your hair so that you were on all fours and slammed back into you. "Fuck it." You throw yourself back on him taking him deeper than before. He bounced you forward with each stroke, only to pull you back by your hair.
Ubbe snarled before his final stroke came and he collapsed on you burying his seed deep inside of you. Minutes pass, maybe an hour because you both drift to sleep. Ubbe cradled you against his chest still buried deep inside of you, but soft snores escape from him.
The little rest you had obtained was interrupted by the creeping of the door and the tiptoeing of someone into the bed chamber. Then a dip on the bed, your side, and the cold blade touches your neck.
"Hello Y/N, I think it is time we talked."
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