Author’s Notes | I had someone requesting me a part II for this fiction, however, due to the many things that my computer passed through these times, I unfortunately lost the print of this request. So, I made a generic part II, waiting that my requester will come back and tell me what he/she wanted! Feel free to request me more of this, sweet anon of mine! Or anyone who wants!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Servant! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon, part II for this fiction
Words | 1163
⁑ Warnings: ANGST, alcohol abuse.
Justice was done.
Yet, your master's heart was destroyed. You could feel it in the tight way he held the horse reins or clenched his jaw behind you during the whole way he made at a slow pace from his house to the Great Hall. You could see it in the few times he released the reins to wipe his face from the silent tears you knew he cried all the way back to what was his former home, from when he was single.
You remember you served him and your ex-mistress in that place sometimes when he came to see his brothers.
"Bring me some mead," he ordered putting his sword over the table and sitting down on a chair. You softly placed his cloak near him and searched for the amphorae to bring him a cup of mead, but instead of letting you take the amphora with you, he stopped your hands, holding it with him.
At the first one he drunk dry, you thought he would be mourning for a time... But after the fifth, he was drunk already. And angry... And full of tears in his eyes.
Your poor master...
"More!"
His orders were starting to ache in your heart. You didn't want to see him like that! Even more for a woman like your former mistress and what she did...
"You're drinking too much..."
"I said more!" he yelled, already clumsy. "You said you wanted to serve me... Now do it! Serve me more mead!"
His hand hit the cup against the table and you noticed what was happening.
He wasn't really there, treating you badly. It was his anger speaking. His heart, hurt... And you stood beside him, decided to help your master to heal.
"And you said I wasn't a slave anymore. I asked to be your servant... Not to keep being a tool. Now, serve you doesn't mean I'll always give you what you want, prince Hvitserk. Sometimes... serving you well means I'll give you what you really need."
He looked at you frowning, ready to fight you, argue, hurt to relieve his aching heart.
"And what you need is not more mead!" you sentenced, pushing the cup away from his hand.
Watching as his anger scaled up and he got up to face you, ready to probably put you away from his table and Hall for that audacity.
But when he got up, you stood forward. And before he could speak, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug that got him fully surprised.
"What... What are you doing, woman?" he asked, completely taken aback.
And you filled his ears with the words you knew he was needing to hear.
"It wasn't your fault. You made no mistake. It was all on her... You gave her more than a woman could ask from the gods. You made her a queen when you, yourself, wasn't a king yet. It was on her, master Hvitserk. You did nothing wrong..."
He had started to struggle on your arms to get free. But your voice stopped his efforts. And you felt his body ceding... His face nestled in your shoulder and you felt the sobs engulfing him; this time, winning him completely.
"I loved her... I loved her so bad!" he mumbled, drunk and defeated, with his face hid against the crook of your neck and his hands embracing your body so tight.
You kept your arms around him, caressing his back and his hair, allowing him to cry everything he needed.
At some point, the two of you sat on the table and he leaned, keeping his face hidden on you.
When his older brother, prince Ubbe, arrived, your master was sleeping with his body nestled on yours, still sitting on that chair, with your hands keeping his sleepiness with small caresses to his hair.
"She was really betraying him, wasn't she?" prince Ubbe asked and you nodded, hearing his sigh. "I'll take him to his room."
Ubbe took Hvitserk's hand around his shoulders and your master woke up dizzy, drunk, mumbling things you couldn't understand. Despite your body was sore from the bad position, you got up, walking with them, preparing the bed when prince Ubbe arrived at the room, helping him to take off Hvitserk's shoes and buckles so he could sleep comfortably. You looked around searching for more wood to feed the fire in his room and make it warmer and covered your master with a heavier fur for the night would be too cold, you could feel it.
Prince Ubbe observed as you walked around, providing everything his brother could need during the night from ensuring his amphora of water was full for him to drink if necessary to provide clean water for his basin - so he could wash in the morning.
When everything was done, you sighed, observing as Prince Hvitserk was heavy sleeping, snoring and relaxed in his bed. But Prince Ubbe had his arms crossed, looking at you.
"Would you mind telling me who are you, woman?" he asked.
Curiosity pouring abundant in those two blue orbs he had so clear in his face.
"I'm Y/N, master Hvitserk's servant, and former slave," you answered, readily, causing Ubbe to curve his lips.
"I see you're a good one. It seems you know my brother like the palm of your hand..." he commented.
"I used to serve the couple's room, my lord. I was a gift from him to his ex-wife. He brought me from foreign lands he went for a raid, but my master never treated me bad nor was harsh to me. So, I served him with loyalty and it pains me to see him like this. The mistress didn't deserve his heart and I'll pray the gods he can find someone who does."
Ubbe's smile became a little bit bigger in a way you didn't understand. But he seemed to be happy to see you were there.
"It seems they heard your prayers, sweet Y/N. There is a side room where you can sleep comfortably if you want to stay near him. I'll ask the slaves to prepare it for you. Now take some food and some rest. Your master will wake up with a good hangover tomorrow."
"And if my lord allows me, I would like to leave some tea and herb water prepared at the kitchen for his pains tomorrow," you said, causing Ubbe's face to twist in a gentle expression.
"Do as you need. It is his home now, so you're very welcomed to serve your master the best you know," he said and you bent in a respectful reverence before leaving.
Ubbe stood at the entrance of the room, ordering some slaves of the hall to bring everything you needed to have a comfortable and warm night in the servant side-room of his brother's room.
But something was telling his heart that soon that room would be empty once again...
Author’s Notes | Oopsie! I forgot the notes hahaha @allvikingsfanfic thanks for this request babe!!! Hope you enjoy!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age Au, requested by anon for 5CW5
Words | 2484
⁑ Warnings: None
Things were quite simple for you: to be a prisoner sucks, but less than being the princess of that stupidly small kingdom. It's not like you had waited for any chance of being anything more than a wife, but your father had the worst finger in the Earth to choose you a husband!
Daughter of a lands lord, you thought your father would marry you to someone from the capital, but here he came with the local prince, son of the local king. A narcissist son of a bitch who slept with you once in a lifetime and had the audacity to spat at the breakfast table in the morning after your marriage that you weren't properly educated to please a man.
What he was expecting from a virgin damsel like you? The experience of one of the servants you were tired to see him cheating on you with?
The truth is that it wasn't so unpleasant to see your husband beheaded by that Norseman commander when their army invaded your place. But to be a prisoner wasn't good at all.
You were confined to a cage in a kind of a chariot, under the sun, in the middle of your front-yard, listening to their voices speaking on that foreign language you couldn't understand.
Once, that commander stood in front of your cage, speaking with another man, surely about you. He was handsome, different from the man you had ever known. His hair was cleaner, braided. His clothes were strangely beautiful and his voice sounded different from any other you had ever heard.
But he didn't try to speak to you and they were there around two days now. You saw some of them passing with chests of gold and silver. And one of them even passed carrying your chest with your dresses!
"HEY! THESE ARE MY CLOTHES!!!"
You yelled, but he ignored you completely, taking your dresses away. You sat, unhappy, in a mound of straw near the edge of the cell, but then, that commander came near, throwing some papers on the ground, picking up a torch to start a fire.
You recognized those parchments by the color of the wax seal and the silky ribbon attached to them. It was the property papers and some of them would be able to stick the claim over those lands! What was that idiot doing by burning those papers???
"HEY! STOP IT!! STOP!!"
You started yelling hysterically, trying to get his attention. Perhaps, if you could tell him about the papers and teach him how to use them to keep the lands, he would release you or even give you some fair fate.
You couldn't let him literally burn your chances that way!
"STOP!!!"
The thinnest of your yells finally attracted his attention and he came closer to your cage; his face frowned, bothered by your screams.
"What is this that you don't stop screaming, woman? For the love of Freyja, shut your mouth!" he spat, harshly.
But instead of paying any attention to his rough words, what caught your attention was the language he was using.
Your language...
"Can you understand me? Oh, dear Jesus! You speak my language! You can't burn these parchments! They're important!" you tried explaining, but he frowned even more.
"What are these parchments?" he asked looking at you.
"Documents... Documents that set the land as yours?" you asked back, not really getting he didn't understand what you were talking about.
"I need no documents," he answered, "My land." he pointed down to the ground. "Whoever says it's not my land..."
His hand touched the sword and you understand he would surely kill whoever dared to say it wasn't his land.
Functional. But not practical.
"Why fighting if you can just stick your claim and not be questioned about it? Those papers are given by the king of England and warrant these lands to the man who possesses them. I can show you!" you said, looking at him. "I can teach you how to read them, so you'll see I'm not lying. If you keep those papers, then nobody will be able to take this land from you."
He twisted his face, looking at you.
"Why would you teach me? I'm your enemy."
Logical. Not exactly real.
"Let's say you kinda saved me from a bastard. So... I owe you my freedom. I teach you, you set me free. It seems a good deal, don't you think?"
He wasn't very leaned to take your deal, but he knew his brothers would be pleased to understand the things written on those papers and the Englishmen had tried to negotiate with those papers before... Maybe knowing how to read them wouldn't be something useless after all.
"Fine... You teach me. I set you free. Until then, you're my slave. What is your name, slave?"
Slave...
It was worse than before, but at least there was a good perspective at the end of that way. You chose to keep yourself meek. To lose his trust wouldn't be a good thing.
"I'm Y/N," you answered, seeing when he came near the door of your cell, opening it before wrapping a rope around your wrists. "That's not necessary... I won't flee," you promised.
But yet, he tied the knot.
One step at a time, you thought.
"I'm Hvitserk. And I tell you what's necessary. Now walk, slave."
You couldn't exactly understand why he asked your name if he would keep calling you "slave". But you just followed him, silently, gathering the parchments when he allowed you to come closer, carrying them with your arms tied.
He took you back into the castle and you saw lots of things messed up, but somehow, his men were organizing themselves a good clean space where they could sleep all under the roof.
Hvitserk didn't give you too much time to observe. He took some more parchments from another of his men, preventing him to burn them and walked you into the library, sitting you down on a chair at the bigger table.
"Now, teach me."
So eager!
"Things are not like that, Hvit-ts-serk," You struggled with his name, trying to organize the papers over the table with your hands tied as he was locking the door behind the two of you.
The library was a real mess. Your husband would have a heart attack if he could see his precious parchments and books spread out that careless way.
"Could you please release my hands?"
Hvitserk looked at you with a frowned face and you sighed.
"Look... I'm your slave, right? It means you have the right upon my life. If I try anything stupid like trying to flee or harm against a man that's twice my size, is trained, and carries a sword that's, at least, a thousand times sharper than any of my dangerous needles - with which I had hurt my own fingers thousands of times, by the way - you can please spare me from my life for I'll have proven you that I don't deserve to live over my own stupidity! Come on! What can I do? Kick your leg and try to run ten meters into this heavy dress?"
The frown on his face became lighter and his eyes observed your dress, kinda running your whole body, causing you to blush. In his mind, your math was right: he could cross you with his sword without even have to walk towards you. So, he unsheathed his sword and used it to cut the rope on your wrists you slowly rubbed trying to get rid of the bothering sensation of the sisal.
"Thank you... Now look," you said, placing one of the parchments in front of him "Each one of these drawings is a letter. You must understand each one of them first, then how the combinations of them work in two, then three, then how you can form words with them, and how to put these words together in a sentence. You see, this is a whole sentence," you showed him a group of words from a dot to another. "The document is formed of dozens of sentences gathered together in paragraphs. I won't be able to teach you how to read these documents in a day. It will be a process. That's why I'm telling you this is worth my freedom: I'll be your slave for a while... And after this, you'll be able to read not only these documents but anything wrote by an Englishman."
It was a long and complex process that was bothering Hvitserk only by hearing your explanation of the whole shitty path he would have to follow. Maybe Ivar would like to learn this more than him. And Ubbe would surely have the patience to follow the whole bunch of steps you said. But neither of them was there and both of them would like to have someone with that knowledge. He couldn't let it pass...
You saw the commander sighing, bored.
"Fine... Where do we start?"
"From the beginning," you sighed as well, sitting by his side.
It would be a long way.
Hvitserk wasn't a patient man and his mistakes could quickly build up his anger, causing him to leave you for days waiting to continue his lessons.
You were restrained to the library, but he ordered you were fed even when he wasn't coming. Two good meals a day, as much of water you needed and his strange custom of a bath every week. Somehow, it made you feel more comfortable with yourself. It was different, but something you would turn into a habit.
He also ordered a bed to be brought for you and installed at the end of the library hall. Some blankets of yours were brought and you started having some comfort to sleep.
In return, he came back after three days out and found the whole library clean and organized.
You got rid of your petticoats and he taught you how to braid your hair like one of them, making your life pretty easier without the strands of hair on your face or the complicated hairstyles you were used to having your servants making on your long hair for the dinners and events your husband wasn't there to settle anymore.
Instead, your lessons with Hvitserk started becoming more pleasurable as he was progressing and starting to find pleasure in what you were teaching him.
He learned more of your language with words he didn't know. And ended up teaching you some words of his language, making it easier to teach him how to use the words.
It took you around a year, but finally, the Viking commander was able to read the complete extension of the parchment he was about to burn when it all started.
"In the name... of the King... And Our Lord Jesus Ch... Christ. And what is this bunch of risks?" he asked, pointing the king's signature near the seal of wax.
"This is the signature of the King. Signatures are personal ways to write your name. Like the wax seals I explained before," you said, smiling at him.
"And why do you Saxons put your god on everything?" he complained. "This Jesus... It’s your god, isn't it?"
"Kinda," you said, smiling. "To put things under the name of Jesus Christ and seal it having God as witness kinda puts over the men's shoulders the weight of an oath that God himself will punish them if not respected. It is like an oath over your arm ring," You explained, remembering his explanations about that jewel.
"That sounds weird to me. We fulfill our oaths on our own honor. It's reprovable by the gods to break an oath, but well... It is up to you to become a dishonored bastard..." he said, making a roll with the parchment he just read and looking at you. "Speaking on oaths... You did your part. I can read now and understand what the Englishman say and write, as you promised. It means... You're free to go. You're no longer my slave."
Those words were everything you wanted to hear, and somehow, they sounded heavy and sad.
Where would you go now?
What would you do with your life?
You could travel to your aunt's house near your father's former farm, but you were sure she would stick you up into a convent to live the rest of your life isolated, serving God or whatever those women locked in monasteries on top of the hills were used to doing.
And...
You would never see Hvitserk again.
Somehow, it was what was sinking your heart deeper into your chest. You got used to his laughs, his words, the time by his side. Even the way he was bothered sometimes with his impatient way to not accept failure on something simple like syllables... Everything was good about his presence...
And you didn't want to lose it.
"I... I changed my mind," you mumbled, catching his attention. "I don't mind being your slave... I mean, I could teach you more things and..."
You sighed.
"I have nowhere to go. And I don't wanna leave now that I got used to your presence..." you said, seeing his lips curving into a small smile.
"You're a free woman, Y/N. You can choose to follow me if you want to."
He liked your presence as well.
Hvitserk got used to having you around and it was pleasing him to notice the blush on your cheeks and to know you didn't want to leave anymore.
"What does ‘amen’ mean?" he asked, out of nowhere, surprising you with the strange question.
"What?"
"I asked... what does ‘amen’ mean? And also... there are some strange things in this castle. Other than the crosses, other objects are repeating itself in the rooms... Are they sacred or something?"
His questions bugged your mind and you frowned, but he came near, touching your chin and causing your cheeks to burst in red when he smiled so close to your face.
"See... There are many questions I have about your people, your ways... And I'm sure you have many questions about mine. I could show you the way of my people. My homelands... And you can teach me more. There are plenty of reasons for you to stay, dear Y/N."
Dear...
It almost melted you in his fingers and he smiled, noticing it messed with your heart.
"Yes... I... I'll stay," you said.
"Yes. You'll stay," he repeated, smiling bigger.
There weren't too many things he really wanted to learn about the Saxons' customs for real. But any reason was a good excuse to keep you close enough for him to melt your heart.
And he was going very well with that pair of green eyes and those sexy smiles!
Author’s Notes | Man, the ANGST! I’m a sucker for this!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW5
Words | 1512
⁑ Warnings: Some ANGST and romance.
The horns started sounding at the docks, spreading through all the towers of the city, announcing a fleet approaching Kattegat's docks. For years you wanted that sound to reach your ears. But now, it made you shiver in anxiety.
When the plans for that raid started, you were recently married to prince Hvitserk. The two of you knew each other after his brother Ubbe assumed the throne to replace the older son of Ragnar, Björn, now responsible for the explorations and raids outside of their homelands.
Like his older brother, Hvitserk was a raider and an explorer. He loved the sea and the foreign lands, the mysteries and cultures and treasures the raids could bring. So, he didn't hesitate on signing up for the next raid, even knowing the two of you would have less than a year of marriage when the production of the boats was finished.
He tried to fill you with child before their departure date, but the gods didn't bless your womb.
"When I come back, I'll take a while away from the sea so we can make our children."
Those were his last words for you, three years ago, when he entered that boat knowing he wouldn't be back in less than a year.
The two of you were in love. You knew that.
But now, you weren't so sure.
You weren't expecting him to spend the whole time he spent outside your home without anything to warm his cock. Hvitserk was an active man, a womanizer before he married you. It would be too much from you to expect he would spend three whole years without any mouth or pussy to sink himself into.
However, this wasn't your main concern. You sincerely didn't mean if he had fucked other women in his time outside. But what if he had fallen in love again?
What if, after all those months away from you, his love for you faded away and his heart found another?
Cause the needs of his body you weren't worried he could satisfy, but what if his heart wasn't yours anymore?
Those thoughts had hurt your mind for weeks. Queen Torvi there, holding Ubbe's new child, remembering you that Kattegat's princes could change their mind about their wives even after years of a solid marriage - she was once Björn's wife, even the mother of his children, and there she was, married to her brother in law, left by the first son who chose the sea instead of her.
Hvitserk was pretty much like his brother Björn. He learned a lot from him. How to fight, how to sail, how to behave in the raids... Hvitserk had his own style but was pretty much inspired by his elder brother. What if he decided to act like Björn towards you and take another with him to replace you in his bed?
Many questions were dancing into your mind and you even thought about leaving the horns sounding and stay inside. But your heart clenched once again...
What if he was coming back to your arms?
What if he was anxious to see you, thinking the same things you were thinking, afraid you could have replaced him with another who would stay by your side instead of leaving to the sea? Someone who would fill you with child as he tried without succeeding?
It wouldn't be fair to abandon your tasks as his wife just because of your fear. If you were to see him coming out of those boats with another in his arms then you should see it at the docks, standing there to receive him, as a good wife should do after all these years.
With your heart in your hands, you went to the docks. The boats were already arriving when your feet touched the wooden floor.
Your hands were shaking. You tried to embrace yourself to control the nervousness.
Would you be able to recognize him?
Would he be able to notice you?
Would he come to you? Would he look at you at least?
The many questions in your mind silenced all at once when heavy feet touched the docks jumping down from the main boat of the fleet.
Björn had come back earlier and already left again, so that fleet was entirely under his command. And like a commander, he landed heavily over the docks and you saw his face looking down as if he was making a prayer, probably thanking the gods for seeing his homelands one more time.
There was a heavy cloak over his shoulders, the wolf pelt you remembered sewing at that blue fabric for him, hanging over his shoulders marked by the long and heavy use. Under it, a leather armor reinforced with multiple metal pieces was attached to his chest. Some belts and buckles were fixing it in its place, imprinting a heavier look Hvitserk didn't have when he left.
His hair was also different. Fully grown and braided in a single braid from the top of his head to the bottom of his nape, all attached to his head, unlike Ubbe's braid that used to hang from the top of his skull. There was a beard around his jawline and a fully-grown mustache covering his mouth.
Hvitserk rose his hand kissing a golden coin before throwing it at the sea, probably for lady Rán. And you could see his fingers. Both of his hands had new rings... But your marriage ring was still there, shining gold in his finger.
His heavy cloak turned and his eyes found yours.
For a long moment, both of you just stood there, looking at each other. He was so beautiful now. So bigger and imposing, looking like the son of Ragnar he was famous for being. Or even more.
Hvitserk Ragnarsson now had a name for himself. He didn't need his father's shadow over himself anymore. He had grown his own shadow and covered dozens of warriors under his command, now passing by him, patting his shoulder, smiling.
"Whiteshirt..."
Saluting the man they fought under for years before leaving the fleet behind, walking back to their houses, their children, their wives.
But despite all his grandiosity, the great commander of that fleet was looking at you with the same insecurity you had in your eyes. And his steps brought him closer to you, but you noticed he was afraid of touching you as much as you were afraid some chick would jump out of that boat, complaining he wasn't there to hold her or help her to come down.
Hvitserk noticed your eyes glaring the boat. He looked back to where you were looking.
But no one came down after him.
No female hysteric voice yelled his name or any curse for being locked in a boat without help.
Your eyes went back to his and you noticed he was looking around.
But no man was around to claim your side.
No child came yelling your name or calling you mother...
And so, he dared to break that thick silence figuring almost as a third person in between the two of you.
"I thought... You wouldn't be here to receive me."
Softly, you let go of your own arms. Your index swirling the marriage ring on your ring finger - a mania you had developed when thinking about him.
"I thought you wouldn't come back to me," you answered, almost mumbling.
His hand touched yours stopping your index, intertwining your fingers with his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
Both marriage rings were together once again and you felt your eyes lightly teary. He, on the other hand, giggled.
"I never stopped thinking about you..." he mumbled. "About the children I promised you."
You giggled, feeling your insecurity and fear rolling down your face in tears of relief. And his hand softly cupped your face, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears with his thick thumb you almost forgot how it was to feel pressing the skin of your face so tenderly.
You came closer. And Hvitserk embraced you.
And the two of you mashed your lips together in a kiss you had long forgotten how spicy and tasty it was.
How good it was to feel his arms around you like that, so tight! How warm were his hands, his lips against yours so needy!
Hvitserk kissed you longer than you could remember ever feeling from his lips and then, he held you against his chest allowing you to feel the musk essence of his perfume mixed with the smell of the sea embedded in his clothes.
He kissed the top of your head, caressing your nape with his heavy touches you loved so bad.
"Take me home, wife. I have a promise to fulfill, my love."
It didn't matter how many he had in his bed. Or how many times his mind searched for you in other bodies. He was there.
Your precious prince was back to you. He was back home and you finally could feel your heart beating again.
Author’s Notes | Don't ask me how come this became so big hahaha Pure sex trash! Don't read it!!!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Modern AU, Mobster AU, requested by @dreaming-of-never-neverland and @alicedopey for 5CW5
Words | 3028
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included. Mentions of drugs, women exploration, prostitution, unprotected sex, explicit content. Cursing. Daddy kink, Male Dom kink.
"Knock knock, kitten. Payment time. Be a good kitten and open the door so I don't have to break your pretty lock, uh?"
Shit.
Why did that bastard have to be so punctual?
You knew he would come. Hvitserk Ragnarsson never gets late. Not for the delivering, nor for the payment time. You settled with him you would pay the powder he got for you in the last day of the month.
Now there he was with his strong fist hitting your door.
"Hello, kitty, kitty, kitty... I'm getting impatient... Nobody likes me when I'm impatient, love. Open that door, yes? Daddy's home..."
Fucking shit!
"I'm going!" you yelled at the door, trying to search for any remaining money you could have hidden or lost in your messy apartment. "I lost my keys. Just gimme a moment!"
Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck!
You shouldn't have borrowed that money to your roommate. Now that bitch had left with her brand-new boyfriend and you were fucked!
That's it! Maybe you could tell him she stole you. Maybe he would give you some more time to pay... You were always buying from him. Hvitserk wouldn't be that much of a bastard, right?
"Kitten... You know how much I hate long waiting..." he said, with that hoarse tone that would precede his gun shooting your door's lock if you weren't opening it in the next minute.
"I found it! I found it, I'm sorry," you said, opening the door for him to enter. "I'm sorry..." you insisted as he crossed your door looking around.
Your room was a real mess. He sighed, twisting his lips.
"What a fucking mess you made here, uh, kitten?" he said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes to lit one in his mouth, pulling the smoke before releasing it calmly. "Fine. Where's my money, dear?"
"I... I need a little more time, daddy," you said, calling him that way you were used to calling only when you needed something he didn't want to give you.
Hvitserk sighed. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the cigarette he brought back into his mouth, pulling the smoke again.
"I thought we had a deal, kitten."
Fuck. He was pissed.
And getting a Ragnarsson pissed is everything you DON'T need.
"We had it," his face frowned with the past tense in your words and you immediately changed it, trying to get that pissed expression out of his face. "We have... We have a deal, but... Look!" you opened your arm, showing him the mess all over your place.
The drawers out of the locker, some clothes all over the floor, things messed, spread out. The whole shit your roommate and her damn bastard boyfriend made, getting all her stuff - and some of yours! - while you were too high to really notice they were stealing everything before leaving with your damn money.
"My roommate! That bitch and her boyfriend stole my shit and my money before they fled. I'm cleaner than your damn shirt now, daddy... They left me nothing. Not even my food escaped!" you tried to mourn, seeking for some mercy into his eyes.
But Hvitserk looked around, walking through your mess, taking some stuff out of your couch, then, out of your bed.
He threw everything on your bed away before sitting on it, crossing his legs and looking at you as if he was analyzing something.
"Daddy, please..." you started feeling insecure with his eyes running through you that way. "I just need more time... I swear I'll pay!"
"Oh, you will kitten. For sure you will... Close your door, pretty thing," he said, moving his hand for you to lock your door.
You swallowed dry. What could be passing through his mind now?
The men like Hvitserk were unpredictable and it was terribly scary for a lonely girl like you. If only that bitch didn't have fucked you up... You locked your door as he said, turning back on him, scared.
"Take a seat," he said, pointing your armchair where you sat, swallowing dry. "See... I get you, kitten. The bitch fucked you up, right?"
"Yes," you mumbled, a little more hopeful. "She stole my shit," you insisted.
Maybe he would understand, after all.
"Poor thing... She made a mess with your stuff..." he said.
But you could get the fake pity in his voice. He wasn't really feeling pity for you or anything. He was being sarcastic. You knew that.
"And she stole my money from you, isn't that right?" he said, getting up from your bed and picking up a picture of your roommate with you from your nightstand. "Is this the whore?"
Your spine went cold.
Ok. You were fucking pissed off with your roommate, but you didn't want her to end up dead or any stuff like this.
"Daddy, you don't need to..."
"I made you a question, kitten," he insisted, serious. "Is this the whore?"
You swallowed dry, nodding. Seeing when he picked up his phone and sent a pic of your photo to someone else.
"Daddy, she... she just messed up, you don't need to hurt her. I'll..."
"Shh." Hvitserk came closer, touching your lips when he lowered himself to look into your eyes "The money she stole from you was mine, kitten. No one steals from me. Don't worry. I won't kill your little sneaky friend. She has a juicy body and I'm sure we can teach her pretty good ways to make some money by herself so she won't have to steal from anyone ever again."
Shit! She was so fucked...
Literally fucked, you could bet.
"However..." his tone changed and you knew...
She wasn't the only one.
"You still owe me, kitten."
"D... Daddy, I..." you were ready to start with a lot of excuses, but instead of letting you talk, Hvitserk slid two of his fingers into your mouth, slowly, silencing you and looking straight into your eyes.
"You see... Just like her, you're pretty as well, kitten," he continued, moving his fingers slowly against your tongue while licking his lower lip to moisture it and keep talking. "And I may think there are different ways for you to pay what you owe me."
You knew what he was talking about.
Well... It wouldn't be such a sacrifice. Hvitserk was a handsome man. A fucking handsome man... And that sexy smile on his face kinda made you horny with the idea that powerful man must be suggesting to fuck you that openly.
You decided to try, softly sucking the fingers he put into your mouth and the smile on his face became bigger, more devilish.
"Such a good kitten... I'm pretty sure you won't mind paying me today, will you, pretty thing?"
You sucked his fingers a little stronger in agreement and his free hand nestled in your nape, holding your head by your hair, caressing it before putting your strands in a strong grip.
"I have a better place for you to use this silky mouth, kitten," he said, taking his fingers out of your mouth to open his trousers, releasing a hard and fat cock he placed near your lips. "Suck it, babe."
You did as he said, opening your mouth and embracing his cock with your lips, sucking him more hunger when his voice echoed in a hoarse moan that shivered you entirely.
"Fucking good! Just like that, little girl, suck him whole."
His hand on the back of your neck started forcing your face against his hips, kinda making you swallow his whole length. It wasn't easy and you gagged against his tip, but you were sure you never felt so horny in your whole life.
Hvitserk started rocking his hips into your mouth and you felt yourself throbbing in the middle of your legs. Now both of his hands were holding your head, keeping your mouth in the right position for him to fuck it and you couldn't avoid moaning against him.
"Yeah... Pretty good, kitten!" he praised, fucking your mouth faster, getting some sounds from your throat while you were wetting his whole length against your tongue. "Fuck yeah... Get up and take these clothes off. Daddy wants to fuck this pretty pussy of yours."
One of his hands pulled your head slowly from his shaft, allowing you to suck his whole length before popping his dick out of your mouth. The other hand slapped your butt as soon as you got up from your chair and you watched as he got rid of his shirt, stroking his cock wet of your saliva while getting rid of any obstacles to what he wanted.
Hvitserk didn't get fully naked, but you had a beautiful view of his tattooed torso while he was conducting you to your bed. His free hand pulled your blankets, cleaning the whole bed in a single pull before getting you going upon your mattress.
"On all fours, like a good kitten, go," he demanded, standing behind you to look at your naked body as you did what he said.
It was kinda humiliating being so exposed, but the touch of his hands was so firm and warm, exploring your butt cheeks, opening them before slapping the sides of your ass... It was...
Good.
Strangely good.
"Look at this pretty ass..." he praised, slapping your butt once again, and again while speaking. "You listen to me closely..."
It was hard to listen clearly with his thick fingers being slid in between your folds that way, but you tried to control yourself and focus on his words instead of his index rubbing your clit that delicious way.
"I gonna have my way with you today... And I'll fuck this pretty pussy and this beautiful ass of yours in every fucking way I want. When I'm tired of cumming on you, then your debt will be paid and we gonna talk about a small deal I may want to propose to you... But only if you’re a good girl. Will you be a good girl to daddy?"
You cried a positive answer when he slid his fingers into you, curling them deep inside, brushing your sweet spots so good that your legs almost lost the strength.
Hvitserk grinned and you felt his thumb touching and starting to pressure your butt hole.
"Let us start with what is driving me crazy...".
You heard the characteristic sound of spit and felt some wetness sliding down your butt cheeks before his thumb started spreading it all over your hole, making you anxious.
You didn't remember ever trying that way before and Hvitserk didn't miss the tension in your muscles when he started pushing his finger into your tight entrance.
"Just relax, sweet kitten. This is gonna be good... The more you relax, the easier you'll take my cock into this sweet little hole of yours."
More dirty words. Everything on him was so dirty and low! And yet, there were you, moaning with his fingers filling both of your entrances while you were hiding your blushed face against your pillows.
He took some time like that, just spitting from time to time in your butt, pushing the wetness inside with his fingers penetrating both of your channels, sometimes losing some time just licking or rubbing your clit to make you wetter - something he was getting pretty easy from your horny body.
When his fingers were sliding easy into you, you felt him climbing up on the bed, straightening himself behind you and adjusting your position in front of him. It didn't take long for the touch of his fingers to be replaced by the hot tip of his hardened cock against your butt hole.
"Push me out, kitten," he mumbled. "It will make it easier..."
"Easier". Not "easy". Not at all!
To take his whole length into your tighter channel was the hardest thing you ever did. Hvitserk was eager, so he didn't make too many pauses, getting his cock almost entirely sunk into your butt in a few movements before laying over your back warming your whole body as you were trying to breath.
"Fuck!" you cursed in between your teeth, trying to keep in mind he could have shot in the middle of your eyes instead of giving you a chance to pay for what you owed him... "You're fucking thick!"
He giggled, and you felt his hips moving slowly, burning your hole with small movements of his thickness against your walls.
"That's good to hear, girl," he growled in your ear, one of his hands pulling your head back by your hair just to make it easier for him to speak near your ear shell. "You're going great, little girl. It won't take too long if you keep taking me like that. Now relax..."
That wasn't good. But it wasn't completely bad at all. Hvitserk had one of his hands rubbing your clit and your folds all the time as his hips were rocking against your butt, sliding his cock against your burning virgin walls, senselessly.
You cursed your whole vocabulary of swearing, but it only seemed to get him hornier.
At some moment, you felt his cock twitch into you and you swore he would tear your body in two when his arm embraced your waist and his voice sounded hoarser into your ear.
"Hold on tight, kitten. Daddy gonna fill you up like a sweet pie now..."
"Fuck!" was all you managed to say when he slammed his hips against your butt, pushing himself deep inside before you could feel loads of his cum slowly making your butt hole warm.
"Shit, girl... You're so good... I think you deserve some reward," he mumbled while slowly taking his half-hardened cock out of your butt, causing you to breathe deeply in pure relief of feeling your body's entrance slowly coming back to the normal size.
His heavy hands turned your body at the bed, laying your back on the mattress and opening your legs wide. Still breathing, you didn't notice when his face disappeared in the middle of your legs until he started suckling on your sensitive clit unexpectedly, filling the whole room with your moans of bliss.
Fuck the pain! That man was a god with his tongue! He managed to get you cumming for him twice in less than twenty minutes licking you whole!
Dizzy, you saw him licking his fingers and cleaning the small beard on his chin of your juices.
"Such a sweet kitten," he said, licking his lips and laying upon you before you could feel your throbbing channel being filled with his hardness. "Fuck... So warm, babe!"
There wasn't a previous warning. Just his cock filling your oversensitive body, his hips slamming against yours, and the sound of your voice mixing with the headboard of your bed hitting the wall behind the two of you.
You totally forgot the condoms... You didn't even remember to ask if he had any!
From your butt to your pussy, from your holes to your mouth, Hvitserk spent the whole evening and half of the night mounting you like a stallion rutting on a mare's heat. The bastard lasted longer than any partner you ever had and you were barely conscious when he finally came one last time into your mouth, making you suck him clean and swallow every single drop of his pleasure before rolling to your side, lighting a cigarette.
"You're fucking good, kitten," he mumbled, pulling the smoke by your side.
You were loose over your bed like a sweaty used doll, still feeling a mix of the burning sensation in your butt and the throbbing pleasure of your cunt. Your eyes staring the ceiling as your mind was asking itself why the fuck it was so damn good.
You should be slapping his face for charging you in sex and treating you like a whore. You should have spat on his face for barely suggesting you pay your debts with sex!
And yet, you were there, staring the ceiling, with his scent all over your skin, feeling like a slut.
A satisfied and well-fucked slut.
"'bout that proposal..." he started, getting your attention. "You owe me nothing, but well, you have nothing as well, kitten. Your bitchy friend stole everything you could have and I'm sure I'm not the only asshole who will want to fuck your pretty body for the things you need to live."
His words were hitting hard. Your friend has stolen everything valuable in your room and thinking straight, you didn't have anything not even to eat and recover from that marathon under him...
"You see, I'm not asking you for a relationship or any romantic shit like that... But I like the sound of your voice moaning my name, kitten. I could have it more times... I surely could."
"Are you suggesting me to be your bitch?" you put things clearly and he giggled by your side, looking at you.
"I give you what you need. Anything. Your stuff, a place, clothes, food, panties... All the shit you need, no charges. All you have to do is be ready for me when I want to repeat this night." he said, speaking clearly this time.
You were fucked. Your things were stolen and you knew without anyone to have your back, you would end up on the streets, doing the same he wanted for pretty less than Hvitserk was offering to you.
At least, he wasn't such a jerk and the sex was pretty good for you as well.
What did you have to lose?
"Deal," you mumbled, looking at him.
Seeing the smile on his face becoming bigger when he straightened himself on the bed, finishing his cigarette and pulling you closer, nestling himself to rest.
"Good, kitten. Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll take you outta this shitty place," he said, sliding one of his hands to cover your breast, nestling his face into your neck and breathing deeply, comfortable.
You sighed.
It really wasn't what you thought your life could be, but well... You could handle it. And in the end, it wasn't that bad at all.
Author’s Notes | This one wasn’t supposed to have SMUT, but gods… Some works just gain their own lives hahaha
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, Christian Nun! Reader, requested by multiple anons for 5CW5
Words | 4656
⁑ Warnings: NSFW. SMUT included. Explicit content. Dub!Con and mentions of religious conflict. Caution is recommended: The following content might be triggering!
You never wanted to be a nun. This fate swallowed you at the moment you were betrayed by the first man you loved in your life. You gave yourself to him under his promises of eternal love, he took your chastity and left to never come back, leaving you alone with your purity corrupted, your heart broken and your family shamed by your actions. Your father wanted to abandon you to your own luck, but your mother begged him to take you to the convent and there you were forgotten by your kindred, to serve and ask God for forgiveness until the end of your days.
You never really felt like doing this. Your heart never really felt that vocation, the call for serving God's will. But also, you felt like God - wherever he was and if he was - somehow was having mercy, giving you a life that wasn't that hard, but keeping you for something...
Something you couldn't figure out until those barbarians reached your confinement place.
First, the news came, saying the Norsemen had taken York. Then, those men came in a chariot, pulled by an imposing white horse. Many others were with them, but those two seemed to lead the party.
The one dressed in black sat at the chariot's bench while the other, honey-haired and devilish expression, jumped out the chariot to come near the doors of your walls. The other nuns were all afraid, but you were curious. Maybe it was why you sneaked to the window, ended up being seen by that man's greedy greens.
He yelled something to those men and soon they started hitting the gates until bending them open, invading the place and only then, causing your heart to sink in your chest: those men were spreading out. But that honey-haired was looking straight at you.
You knew he was coming for you when he crossed the doors of the convent. He was a leader. Maybe...
You went to the door and the Superior Mother held your hand, trying to prevent you from going.
"Those are the demons of hell, my child! They'll tear you apart!"
"My father once fought beside Ragnar's men. I knew at least enough to communicate. I can try to speak to them!"
She tried to restrain you, but even then, you went out, locked the door and kept the key with you, waiting for them at the entrance of the hall.
As you were waiting, that honey-haired man came first, leading the pack of thirsty wolves that invaded the building, picking the crosses and golden stuff to take with them. He was taller and bigger than you could measure from the window, causing him to look scarier, but yet, you felt in your heart maybe that was the reason you were in that place after all.
All those women were virgins. Pure women dedicated to their God. You weren't like them. You weren't chaste or pure... But you could try to save them at least.
As he came closer, you bent yourself, mumbling in his language, surprising him for knowing how to speak in a way he could understand.
"Mercy... I beg you to hear me," you asked, and then, he lifted his arm, stopping the men behind him.
"Who are you and how do you speak my language, woman?" he asked, curious.
"I'm Y/N, daughter of lord Y/F/N, who once fought beside Ragnar Lothbrok and his men for the kingdom of Mercia," you said, looking at him, "Under King Ecbert and in the name of the deceased queen Kwenthrith."
All names that seemed to enlarge his green eyes, taking that man completely out of his guard and battle position. His entire body language changing into surprise and serenity.
"I'm Hvitserk, son of Ragnar Lothbrok," he said, causing shivers to go down your spine.
A prince. A Nordic one. You lowered your head once again.
"I came to these lands to avenge my father's death and conquer the lands that were promised to him by the broken words of King Ecbert. What is the daughter of a lord doing in a place like this? What is this place?" he asked, looking around.
"This is a convent. In this place, women are kept to serve our Lord and Sire Jesus Christ, your highness. There is not a single woman in this place that doesn't live to serve our God. That's why I beg you, take everything you want, everything is yours, but please, spare those women. We're few and harmless. I know your people take ours as slaves, but I beg you, in the name of all you think it's sacred for you, release those innocents from this burden. I beg your mercy, Prince Hvitserk."
He twitched his lips, unsatisfied. He saw those women with you, he saw they were women under those strange clothes and he knew they were usually virgins dressing those habits.
It wasn't a small thing what you were asking, but yet, it wasn't that big.
"How many of you are into this place?" he asked.
"We're twenty at the moment, my lord. Seven of us, underaged. Novices brought recently by their families," you answered, keeping your head low. "Eight old women that served their entire life and came to rest their last days in prayer. Five workers like me."
Hvitserk's lips twitched more, clearly annoyed.
"Don't lie to me, woman. If what you say is true, then how do you keep this place working with only five women to care for all the chores?"
You lightly raised your head.
"Each one of us five care for the biggest tasks. The others work in doubles, the newcomers learning what the elders have to teach."
It looked like a perfectly possible scenario for him. Hvitserk sighed, frustrated. Only five other women but you wouldn't be enough for his men. They would end up killing the elders and hurting the underaged slaves and it would end up not pleasing the gods or any of them, for the women of those places didn't have any experience and ended up dying in their hands.
But he didn't come for leaving with empty hands waving... Those places were full of gold indeed. It would be enough for the men, but he was hungry for more. The last days in that church with Ivar leading the way weren't being his best and he was tired, annoyed, bothered and bored. A new bed slave who knew his language could be interesting for some days of entertainment.
"We'll camp for the night and leave in the morning. Tell them to stay in their room. You... You come with us." he stated, causing you to swallow dry. "You know my language and you pleased my eyes. You come. The others can stay."
It seemed a good deal. Your life, for theirs.
"I accept your terms. I hold the key for their room. Allow me to speak to them, to bring them water and food for the night, and then, tomorrow morning, to leave the key for them to leave. And I'll go with you without resistance."
"Fine," he agreed, dismissing his men to pick up the gold and staying by your side while you were unlocking the door to speak to the women inside.
When the wood opened, Hvitserk sneaked his eyes into the room, seeing you were speaking the truth: The elders were shrunk in the corner of the room, embracing some crying little girls. Alongside them, some women of your age, too few for pleasing his men, were trying to help the children to stop crying, dividing an amphora of water among them all. One of the older women came, dressed in a different cloak, a darker one, with one of those funny hats over her head. Her eyes were looking at him like seeing a demon and she looked at you with her hands shaking trying to find yours.
"My child..." the old woman mumbled and you lightly smiled at her, holding both of the woman's hands.
"I made an agreement and they won't touch the women of this place. Their leader is the son of Ragnar Lothbrok and he'll respect the honor of his father's name. His men will camp here for the night and I'll feed and provide them with wine and water. Tomorrow, when the morning comes, they'll leave and I'll bring the key for freeing you. Keep the others calm and don't leave this room. Pray tonight to thank God for our lives, for His mercy found place even in the heart of the Norsemen."
"Oh, blessed be your words, my child. But what about you? Will you be safe?" she asked and you smiled softly.
"I'm not important, Mother. You know, I'm not one of you. I never was. I'm touched by the sin and God allowed me to serve him by protecting his sheep. Don't worry about me: I speak their language and my father fought beside his father." you looked at Hvitserk, indicating him. "I won't be mistreated. I'll cook for them and bring some food for you tonight. Stay calm and stay safe, Mother."
She looked at you and nodded with her shaking head.
"I'll pray for your soul, child," she said, looking at him. "And for yours as well, boy..."
With this said, she came inside and you locked the door, placing the key into your pocket.
"What did she tell me? She was speaking to me. What did she say?" Hvitserk asked and you softly smiled at him.
"She said she'll pray for us," you explained. "Come. I'll show you where the treasures of this place lie and if you allow me, I'll prepare food for all your men and tell you how to reach the supplies. It's gonna be a cold night and we have furs. I just beg you to leave enough for the women that will stay so they can avoid dying by the winter."
You were sweet and kind. And you weren't afraid of him. Hvitserk wasn't used to the kindness coming from women like you. None of them stopped screaming when seeing one of his men, but you seemed to be secure and calm, despite your shaking hands while showing him the places behind the altar and under the wooden stage to find the treasures of gold your people offered to your God.
You knew God wouldn't be mad at you for giving his wine and food, his gold and silver to those men. You saved the souls of those women for him and it was more valuable than any other thing, you knew that.
Hvitserk observed you while you were moving, separating the food, preparing everything to feed his brother and the whole army they brought. Your words becoming more and more trustful when he observed you were really able to fast prepare a large meal due to your ability to keep more than one pan on the fire at the same time, cooking the broth while treating some meat and baking loaves, all looking like you were dancing at the kitchen with your strange grey dress. He took himself thinking you would be gorgeous in some colored fabric doing the same, walking around while moving the colors around...
You cooked everything and, in a few hours, there was a lot of fresh food. And a small cart prepared to carry some supplies for the nuns at the room. Hvitserk escorted you there with the cart and then you dedicated to serving the portions to his men in the bowls you and the nuns used to serve the homeless and poor in the days near the Christmas. One by one you served them with broth, bread, and meat enough for a meal. And the table for the princes was served with a bigger portion for them to serve themselves if they wanted more.
"Will you take her?" the other, blue-eyed, asked to Hvitserk while you were serving their portions. "You're looking at her all the time, Hvitserk."
"Yes. I will, Ivar. Is there any problem that I want to take a personal slave for me?"
Something seemed to be wrong in between them. You kept yourself silent, but Ivar chuckled, lifting his hand.
"Nothing, brother. Keep her. It's just a slave, anyway. As long as she can take the elephant trunk from your face, I'll be satisfied," Ivar said, and Hvitserk rolled his eyes.
With the end of the meals, you started slowly picking up every single empty bowl with that chart. And, alone, you took them to the kitchen to where Hvitserk followed you.
"What are you doing, woman?" he asked.
His men were sharing and distributing the furs to sleep at the hall of the church, after spreading the benches.
You had indicated Hvitserk a pair of rooms where he and his brother could sleep more comfortably, especially because of his brother's legs.
"I'm washing the bowls and cleaning the kitchen," you explained.
Hvitserk observed, curiously touching some of your stuff, taking pieces of some food at the table, tasting cookies and pieces of bread as if he didn't have just ate.
"You do this all the time? Cooking?" he asked.
"And sewing. And cleaning. And caring for the land, the furniture, sometimes sculpting, sometimes painting. Anything that's necessary, my prince," you answered, keeping your hands occupied.
"Do you know how to braid hair?" he asked, looking at you.
"Yes, my prince, from my life among my sisters," you answered.
"Then finish it and come with me. This place seems warm enough and I had been feeling dirty for a while. I'll bath and you'll help me. Then you can remake my braids."
You almost broke a bowl, blushing hard with the idea of seeing a man naked once again. Yet, you obeyed.
"Y... Yes, my prince."
You didn't want him to come back in his word of protecting the others, so, you would sacrifice for them.
You took a while to finish the bowls, but to make things faster, you had already lighted the fire and put some water to boil. So, when you finished the washing task, the water for his bath was ready.
You placed the two pans of boiling water at the cart and guided him to the room where the only bathing tub of the convent was placed. Then, you put the hot water into it and filled it with more water in ambient temperature, checking it with your own hand to be sure he wouldn't burn himself.
When you turned yourself to warn him the bath was ready, your eyes went wide and you let fall the bowl you had in your hands, breaking the ceramic on the ground: Hvitserk was fully naked, finishing to take off his trousers.
"What happened, woman? What the fuck?" he cursed and you immediately lowered yourself to pick up the pieces of the bowl, trying to avoid looking at his nakedness and take the memory of his body out of your mind.
"I'm sorry, prince Hvitserk. I'll clean this up in a second. I'm so sorry..." you started apologizing, but instead of going mad, he laughed.
"You Christians are all the same... It looks like you never saw a dick before," he joked, walking towards the bathtub.
And your mouth spoke too much, getting you even more embarrassed.
"Not one of this size..."
His expression changed to surprise - a nun who already saw a cock? It was something new for him.
"Bigger, or smaller?" he asked, casually, while entering into the water, sighing in pleasure for the perfect temperature, allowing you to look at him once again once he was immersed.
"I... I'll replace the bowl and pick up some clean clothes for your bath..." you tried.
But he insisted, looking at you.
"I made you a question. Answer me," he ordered, and you lowered your head, losing the hope of escaping that conversation.
"Smaller. And thinner. We were a young couple and he wasn't that older than me. Can I go now?" you said, ashamed.
However, Hvitserk was curious now. So, not all of those nuns were inexperienced virgins after all? He sat at the tub, looking at you.
"So, you already had a man? I thought nuns were all virgins..." he asked, curiously.
"They are. I'm an exception. Please, can I go? The water will go cold..."
He noticed you were embarrassed and allowed you to go get rid of the broken bowl and bring towels for him to get cleaned and to dry himself after the bath. But when you came back, filling the bathtub with more hot water to warm his bath, the first problem came.
"You can start in my back," was his answer when you showed him the bath towel.
You would wash him, of course... You were the slave, right? You went burning red when he sat closer to the center, leaving his fully naked tattooed back exposed for you to rub. Yet, you wetted the towel at a bucket with warm herbal water you brought and started slowly rubbing his skin, cleaning it from the mud and blood that were all over his body.
Unashamed, Hvitserk kept the conversation as if you weren't blushing hard behind him.
"So, you had a man before. Did he die or anything like that?"
You sighed, noticing it wouldn't be possible to get rid of that conversation while rubbing his skin.
"He left after he had what he wanted. Then my family put me here to serve God for forgiveness to my sins," you tried to give him a generic answer, which seemed to be accepted easily.
But not enough to satiate his curiosity.
"Still doesn't make any sense to me. You had sex and the jerk was gone. What the fuck is wrong with this?"
"It is a sin. Against the rules of God," you explained and Hvitserk chuckled, looking at you from upon his shoulder.
"Your God is complicated. It seems everything that's pleasurable is a sin for him. I don't like your God. His rules are boring. You can come into the tub, love." he said, noticing how you were stretching yourself to touch his chest from outside the water.
Your face burst red once again.
"You're gorgeous when you're red like that. Don't worry, you'll get used to these sins very fast by my side. Now come."
Without a choice and not wanting to be naked in front of him, you made a knot on your skirt as high as you could and tried to come into the bathtub not touching his body. The problem was that he was decided to have you red and instead of being quiet, he moved his legs, causing you to fall into the water and holding your waist so you would fall over his lap.
"Oh, dear Lord!" you squeaked.
Your habit fully wet.
How many chances you had of going out of hell after sitting on a Norseman's lap using your nun's habit?
Probably none! But Hvitserk wasn't really aware of this, giggling of your burning red cheeks.
"See? You didn't die. Take off these clothes. You're not a nun anymore. You're my slave. And if I like you, then you can become something more. Now take off these things and come to wash me properly, woman!"
Hvitserk was different from your last man. He wasn't even trying to disguise his intentions, but also, he wasn't making false promises. It was a good thing, right?
You went to the side of the tub, taking off your hat and veil, revealing the long hair tied in a bun behind your neck.
"Loosen it," he said, looking at you, "You have a beautiful hair."
You pulled the strand that was tying it up and your hair cascaded through your back finishing under the line of your butt. Hvitserk smiled.
"You gonna get luscious braids with all this hair. Gorgeous... Now take off this grey thing. You're too beautiful for this lack of colors."
If he ever had seen you in one of your former dresses... Your mind tricked you with that thought, remembering the beautiful dresses you abandoned long ago. What would your mom think of knowing you ended up this way? Your father would surely say your sins weren't forgiven. Bullshit...
You served well. But a servant cannot serve two sires and now, you had a new master.
Undressing your habit brought you memories of that night. Memories of the fabric of your dress sliding down your shoulders and your ex companion's voice in those same words that came out of Hvitserk's mouth when you finished undressing in front of him.
"You're so pretty..."
"Please, don't say that," you asked.
"I'm just telling the truth," Hvitserk hit back, but you lowered your head, covering your breasts with locks of your hair, trying to keep your shames covered by your hands.
"He told me the same. And he used me for his pleasure. I was supposed to be married, to have children at this point. But he ruined me. And you're about to do the same," you mumbled, feeling tears in your eyes.
Hvitserk pulled you closer by one of your hands and you kneeled beside his legs, your head low.
"I won't ruin anything. There is no such thing from where I come. You said you'll come with me. So, forget anything you learned from your world to your God. I'll show you everything new. And you'll see, sweet one, why pleasure cannot be a wrong thing."
He lifted your chin with his fingers and leaned his face, capturing your lips into a kiss he slowly deepened, exploring your mouth, getting your defenses down while causing shivers to go down your spine.
Your last companion didn't know how to kiss that way. He barely touched your lips. But Hvitserk was exploring your whole mouth, his tongue dancing with yours, arousing your body even when you didn't remember that sensation anymore.
Slowly, his hands guided your body to straddle his lap and then you softly pulled away from his kiss, afraid.
"Hvitserk..."
"Relax, love. You're mine... So, my rules. You're doing nothing I think is wrong. Just feel it."
You closed your eyes just to open then surprised when his fingers started rubbing your folds, causing a sensation of pleasure you never felt before.
You bit your lip. It would be too sinful to call for God at that moment. Yet, your mouth sighed and your voice came out low in a muffled moan Hvitserk smiled fo having from you.
"Just like that, love. Relax. I'll show you more..."
His fingers rubbed you for a while, and in this time, he explored your neck with kisses, shivering your untouched skin. His touches and kisses provoking something you have never felt before, building up warm and strong in your lower belly, before exploding in a wave of pleasure that caused you to squeal, cumming at the exact moment Hvitserk wrapped one of your hardened nipples with his warm lips.
Your ability to think was overwhelmed by his caresses, and he didn't stop with his devilish lips, sucking and kissing every part of your body they could reach, distracting you while his hands were conducting your hips to your doom.
When you less expected, Hvitserk's cock invaded your walls, stretching you around him, filling you in a way you never felt before. You squealed again, but this time, Hvitserk only held your waist, pulling you down onto his cock until your whole channel was filled with his length, hissing against your lips he softly kissed slowly in between the words.
"Shh... Shh... Whatever pain will pass son, love. You're so tight! I can feel you don't have a man in a while. I'll be patient, sweet Y/N. I want you moaning for me tonight."
He kept his thumb caressing and rubbing your clit while his other hand was keeping your waist on its place. His mouth teasing yours, kissing and sometimes biting your lower lip.
Your mind was flooded and disorganized. A part of you thinking about how wrong was what you were doing, having sex into a tub in the middle of a convent with a Norseman prince you just met. Another part of your mind asking yourself if you were made to have him inside you like that, cause somehow, he fit perfectly where you thought that length could never fit.
Hvitserk started moving his hips and again your mind went blank when the pleasure invaded your whole body in waves rhythmed by his movements, growing when he came out of you to spread when he came in, shocking his hips against yours in a wet noise.
"So good... So tight! Gods, I was missing a tight girl like you around me. Fuck, love, move your sweet hips over me..." He asked, guiding your hips with his hands, mesmerizing you with so much pleasure that your body started moving by itself over him, seeking for more, rocking your hips against his, rubbing yourself on his fingers.
"Hvitserk..." his name slid out of your lips like meowed and he smiled, pushing himself deeper.
"Like that, kitten... Such a good girl!"
Some more movements and you started feeling he was thicker, pulsating into your body, against your walls.
"Hvitserk... What's happening? You're throbbing..." you asked.
Your mind blurred, the sensations dominating your consciousness.
"You gonna make me cum, sweet love. You're so good, I can't hold myself... But I'll seed you here... And then... Then I'll take you to my bed. I want you moaning this whole night like this. Shit... I can't handle anymore, love. I'll fucking cum!"
His curses, his way to talk about that so naturally... He was fucking you, into a bathtub, cumming into your pussy and coating your insides with seed when you were supposed to keep yourself pure, clean. And the proof you didn't belong to that place was in your moans, freely given to him when the pleasure overcame you once again, wetting his cock into your walls as if you were made to warm him like that.
"I'm dirty... I sinned again," you mumbled, kinda lost in your vague and messy thoughts.
But Hvitserk lifted your chin, kissing your lips and sucking your lower lip again, catching your attention.
"You did. And you'll do again. You'll sin with me, love. Again, and again, and again. Until my smell is all over your skin and my seed is dripping out of your pretty cunt. Then it won't be a sin anymore, cause everything about this God of yours will be gone. I'll fuck your brains out tonight, love. And when the dawn comes, you'll remember nothing but the fact that you're mine."
Hvitserk moved again into your wet walls. And even surrounded by water, your body burned in desire.
You were doomed, you could already feel the heat of the hell's flames claiming your body on his fingers, his lips, his cock.
Hvitserk fucked you into oblivion that night, and you moaned disconnected things until his name was everything you could mumble.
When the morning came, he braided your hair and had your habit tore, defaced in a grey dress he covered with his own cloak, almost marking you as his woman, his property.
You passed the key under the door for the other women to pick up when they were awake. And with the first rays of the sun, the Norsemen left the convent, leaving untouched the women you saved behind.
You left with them, mounted on Hvitserk's horse with his body behind yours, his hands guiding the way. And you didn't look back.
You fulfilled the plans of God for you and you felt your mission in that place was complete. The nuns were saved. The Norsemen were gone.
Now was time for you to know what the Norse Gods had for your fate...
Author’s Notes | It hurts… But I’m strong! I’ll do it for you, babe!
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @lol-haha-joke for 5CW5
Words | 1722
⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST. Mention to alcoholism. Caution is recommended: The following content may be triggering.
His eyes lifted to see the cabin where the two of you used to live. Your eyes lifted to see him coming at the snow.
In the first years of your marriage, you would get up and run to embrace him and he would hold your body in his arms and kiss you passionately.
But things were different now.
You got up, but just to go inside, stumbling on your drunken feet.
Hvitserk kept looking at you, just to sigh, disappointed, questioning himself why he was still coming back to that place.
Why, somehow, he still called that cabin his home.
It all turned upside down too fast. In an instant, you were there, pregnant with his first child, shining in happiness and filling the whole house with that warm sensation that would embrace him whenever his feet were crossing that door.
Then, the labor came. And everything shattered in a million pieces.
For a reason no one was able to explain, you gave birth to a stillborn. A boy that would have been the happiness of his life if he didn't have his eyes closed forever into your arms.
You cried yourself to death and Hvitserk saw himself burying the dreams the two of you had shared so far, by himself.
He cried over that grave, cursing the gods for stealing his happiness that way. And somehow, his curses were heard and it seems to have irritated the gods against him. Nothing was the same. Nothing ever became better.
To deal with the terrible pain of losing your child, you started drowning yourself in mead, ale, anything alcoholic you could find to numb your mind from the guilt you somehow invented was yours. None of his words was able to make you believe it wasn't your fault what happened to your child and he saw his beloved wife going down and down into that endless well of suffering you were completely sunk now.
His inability to save you from yourself started breaking him. From tender words and sweet asks, Hvitserk turned into angry speeches and hard acts. From holding you into his arms and taking away your cups, he went to yell at you and break the bottles you would bring home at your front yard. From having your cry against his chest and carrying you to bed at the end of the night, Hvitserk went to spend the whole day at the Hall and some nights away, with others...
Other arms that would wrap around his neck, other mouths against his, other voices moaning his name. But yet, it was you in his mind and his closed eyes were searching for the beautiful woman he fell in love with.
The beautiful girl with sweet smiles you were before, not that drunken thing walking through his living room, almost falling after stumbling at the center table, cursing when his strong arm prevented you to fall straight to the ground.
"Will it last forever?" he asked, causing you to sigh, annoyed.
"Don't start..."
"Will it last forever, Y/N?" he insisted, causing you to turn yourself to see his eyes looking straight into yours.
Hvitserk was different...
He was hurt. His eyes were dark. There was a sense of ending into his green orbs that somehow hurt your heart.
He was tired.
"What do you want me to do, Hvitserk?" you asked, looking at him, lost, as always. "I killed our child into me."
"We talked about this dozens of times..."
"If it wasn't my fault, then who's the one to blame, Hvitserk?" you yelled back, anguished. "I had one job... And I failed it!"
"Once," he said, not yelling back.
This time his voice wasn't harsh, but disappointed. Tired...
"It was your first time. Dozens of women lose their first pregnancy. Dozens of children die. Our son wasn't the first. He wouldn't be the last."
"You don't care about him," you shot, hurt.
"This is not true!" Hvitserk answered, firm, but angry. "I loved him! I waited for our child with all my heart and I was the one who buried him with my own hands! I buried our dreams with the same fingers that held your tears for all this time, Y/N! It was my child as well, my son! It shattered my heart the same way it shattered yours! Don't you dare to say I don't care!"
"It's not me saying this, Hvitserk... But the sweet scents in your clothes. How are they?" you asked bitterly.
"Soberer than you," he answered in the same tone, not even trying to deny this time.
You swallowed dry.
How far was it going?
"Why are you still here, then?" you asked with tears in your eyes. "Go back to them. Sleep there... Fuck them until one of them gives you a living child!" you cried, punching his chest, pushing him with all your few strengths towards the door where he came from.
Hvitserk held your strikes and your body when you stumbled in your own feet, falling into his arms. His heart sinking into his chest.
He could go.
He could just leave you to your bottles and find another woman who wouldn't mind trying again, and again, and again.
But it wasn't what he wanted.
They didn't serve for more than remembering him of your good times together.
He knew, in the bottom of himself, why he was always coming back into that cabin. Why, even after all the two of you had lived together, that place was still his home and you were still the one he wanted by his side.
"I'm here because I love you, Y/N," he mumbled, painfully. "I'm here because I can't stand leaving you to die in this cabin with all the dreams we had together."
Hvitserk's voice was sounding suffocated and you looked up to see the tears in his eyes.
"There is a fucking life outside for me and dozens of women wanting to give me children and homes... But I want you. I don't want any of them. I didn't plane my life with any of them! I did it with you! There are almost two years since we lost our child, Y/N! I'm waiting for you all this time because I fucking love you! Why can't you see this? Why can't you see how much you're fucking killing me every day? I don't fucking want to leave you! I don't want to!"
You saw, surprised, the way he crumbled in front of you for the first time... Since you delivered a dead child into his hands, you never saw Hvitserk being less than a hard pillar, sustaining your cry, holding your drunken body, keeping everything firm.
But there he was, his face wet, sliding his hands through his hair and trying to look away so you wouldn't see his cry.
"I can't stand this anymore," he mumbled, both of his hands behind his head. "I can't..."
His voice silenced when he felt your face laying against his back, your arms slowly embracing his waist.
"I can't handle my mind. There are voices that keep speaking my mistakes, repeating what could I have done wrong to hurt him... How useless I am... How I'm losing you slowly... They started speaking about our son. Now they keep talking about how sweet are the scents in your clothes and how are you fucking the whole town once again... I can't handle them speaking. Then I drown them..."
"And it poisons you," he completed, standing still while you were holding him.
"And it poisons me," you mumbled back.
"I'll stop seeing them f I have you back," he muttered, softly leaning his head to look at you from over his shoulder.
"I don't know how to come back..." you whispered; your throat closed. "Help me, Hvitserk..."
He turned himself to you, cupping your face softly.
"Stop listening to the voices and listen to me... There is no one to be blamed. We lost our son because the gods wrote it in our fate and period. It's not your fault, nor mine, nor anyone's fault, Y/N. It happened. It's over."
"What if it happens again?" you mumbled, hurt. "What if I'm never able to give you children? What if all my babies come dead that way?"
"What if you had tried again? What if you had given me children? How many we could have now, Y/N?" he answered with questions that kinda stunned your mind. "What if we had passed through it together? What if... 'What if' is too much to be thought. Stop thinking about what could have happened. Our lives won't last forever!" Hvitserk insisted.
"But..." you gasped.
And he brought you closer.
"If it happens again, I'll bury another child! If you never be able to give me children, we'll adopt one! If all your babies come dead, I'll curse the gods and fight each one of them to avenge my children when Valhalla claims me! We'll never know if you never try!" he shouted. "I cannot fight alone forever..."
Something broke into your heart with those words: there it was, the feeling of closure into his eyes once again.
It was your last chance...
You leaned into his arms, hiding against his chest. You didn't want to lose him! Even not knowing the way back...
"I don't wanna lose you," you mumbled against his neck and his arms embraced you tight.
"Then fight with me," he asked, caressing your hair. "No more booze. No more being numb. I have been facing reality alone as you numb yourself to oblivion. We lost our child. It doesn't mean we have to lose our lives. No more." he stated, looking at you.
"No more," you mumble, weakly.
He knew you weren't that strong, but for the last time, he was trying to fight for that marriage. Fight for the love he still had for you.
Hvitserk didn't expect you to be perfect. He knew you would fail and fall. But he would be there for you as long as he could see you were fighting with him.
But if he noticed himself fighting alone once again, he would leave to never come back. It would be easier to lose you at once than keep seeing the woman he loved destroying herself day by day that way.
Author’s Notes | Some things simply can’t be explained: like how did this smutty thing become so BIG?
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Ubbe x Reader x Hvitserk dynamics
Info | Modern AU, requested by @grungyblonde for 5CW5. Þríhyrningur means “Triangle” in Icelandic.
Words | 4660
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT content, explicit content included. Mentions of polygamy. Cursing. 18+ ONLY.
It started before your marriage. Ubbe and you were still dating when you first heard about his stories with his brother, sharing his ex-girlfriend... It wasn't supposed to be something for you to hear: they were talking to each other in the living room while you and Hvitserk's girlfriend of that moment were preparing each other for a date you were to enjoy together. She took a little more to get ready and you left the room to wait with them in the living room, but when you were approaching, you heard their laughs and the whole conversation...
"...like we used to do with Margrethe. I mean, it's not that I don't respect Frigga or Y/N as your girl, but man, you have the touch to find the most good-looking asses I ever saw!" Hvitserk said.
And you stopped near the door, not believing what you were hearing.
"C' mon, brother. We don't need this kind of stuff in between each other," Ubbe said, and you heard Hvitserk straightening himself at the chair.
"Want me to be honest then? Well, your girl is fucking hot, Ubbe. Frigga is nice, yeah, but I would be a happy man licking everything I could find in the middle of Y/N's legs..."
You remember hearing Ubbe's laugh before your surprised sigh attracted their attention and the sound of Frigga's high heels echoing at the corridor gave you the perfect excuse to wrap your hand around her arm and coming into the living room as if you didn't have listened to anything.
But fuck, you did.
And for months you couldn't take that shit outta your mind.
Of course, you never told your boyfriend about what you heard that night - also, you never dared to tell him anything about how many times you touched yourself thinking about him sharing you with his little sexy brother and Hvitserk lapping your juices as he said he would be happy to do.
But now you weren't his girlfriend anymore. You were Ubbe's wife. And the subject about his girls and the sharing games with his brothers already had danced in your conversations with him. You even heard some of Margrethe's stories and other girls he shared with his brothers, and it gave you a good view of Ubbe's preferences in this kind of situation.
He liked to watch...
He loved to hear his women moaning for another...
And more than anything: Hvitserk was his favorite.
He had his histories with Sigurd and even Ivar had shared some girls in his bed, but it was speaking about Hvitserk's stories that Ubbe would show himself hornier.
Your curiosity also seemed to make him interested, but you always tried to keep it just as curious questions. Until that night...
The two of you were talking after sex. Your marriage was still recent - not far from five months - when you decided it was time to try and tell him the truth.
So, when he finished telling you about the day Hvitserk and he took Margrethe to the mall and somehow managed to fuck her in turns at the dressing room of a store, you tried to show yourself more interested.
"You and Hvitserk... It always seems you guys have some kind of interesting synchrony when the two of you are together," you said, generic.
But Ubbe was always one step forward: he turned himself in bed and looked at you.
His deep blue eyes quite into yours, limpid, full of something between lust, interest, and desire.
"Why don't you tell me you're interested, love?"
His question surprised you, causing him to giggle.
"You really thought I didn't notice? I'm a watcher, Y/N. Hvitserk may not have noticed you at the corridor that day, but I know you heard what he said... I know you have been trying to approach... But now that you're my wife, I think I can feel safer to tell you these things, can't I?"
So, he was living the same dilemma you were... Saving words to tell you when you were closer and more than just an ephemerous relationship.
You smiled.
"I was thinking the same," you confessed. "I mean... I never wanted you to think I want to exchange you for your brother. That's not what I want. And I didn't stop loving you either... It's just..."
"It gets you wet thinking about me and Hvitserk, taking turns on you as we did on Margrethe," he said with all the words and letters and spaces to make you gasp.
And your gasp turned his eyes even bluer.
His smile, even darker...
"That's it... That's why you like to hear me talking about these stories. Tell me the truth, love... How many times did you close your eyes and imagine yourself in her place? Uh?"
His words making you hornier and hornier, wet as if the two of you didn't have just finished intercourse.
You felt his body closer and his hand sliding in the middle of your legs, finding your wetness, causing you to softly moan as his lips curved more, satisfied.
"So wet... Only speaking about this... Such a good wife I have. Here is what I'll do, little wife," you listened to his voice, moaning a little louder when his fingers slid into you as he kept talking, hoarse, looking into your eyes directly. "I'll enjoy these sweet juices you're giving me now. And while I do it, you'll think about how good it will be when the weekend comes and with it, my brother Hvitserk, to share our bed and fuck you senselessly for me to watch. Oh, it will be such a beautiful show... My beautiful wife, moaning and cumming around him, just for me to enjoy. Tell me, pretty wife... Tell me you'll fuck my brother for me."
You never felt so wet in your whole life.
To speak about that so clearly and openly with him was something absurdly exciting.
Through that whole night, the two of you fucked without a limit, always with Ubbe's voice repeating how good it would be to see your body dancing under Hvitserk's thrusts on the weekend...
You had to admit the rest of the week was kinda hard. It was impossible not to blush when talking to Ubbe about the most stupid things, or seeing the weekend in every single smile he gave you that week.
However, with Friday approaching, you started becoming more anxious.
Friday's afternoon was a test of resilience to your mind, seeing Ubbe at his phone, texting to his brother, giggling or laughing causing you to think he was talking about the weekend and your plans...
At night, the two of you went to dinner together and you tried to calm yourself down. Maybe Hvitserk would arrive on Saturday. Yeah, it kinda made your nerves stop sliding under your skin and go back to their places and you enjoyed good food and a glass of good wine with your husband without shaking.
However, the two of you had just arrived when someone knocked on your door. Distracted, you opened the door still talking to Ubbe - who was at the kitchen and came to the door to see why you suddenly stopped talking.
His lips curved in a smile when he saw you there, still on the beautiful black dress you used for the dinner, standing in front of your open door, looking at his little brother who was staring back at you with a smile.
Like a wolf smiling to a lamb alone in the pasture.
"Won't you invite me to come in?"
Why even the most innocent expressions were sounding sexual now?
You kinda recovered your consciousness with Hvitserk's small hint and opened the door a little more, a little clumsy.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry... I think I got distracted. Welcome home, Hvitserk," you said, feeling your whole body shake in goosebumps when he leaned himself to kiss your cheek as he always did.
"Thanks, Y/N," Hvitserk said, smiling and passing through you to shake his brother's hand and embrace Ubbe.
A normal visit.
Except for the fact that your heart was racing into your chest every time Hvitserk's green eyes were landing on you.
Ubbe opened a new bottle of wine, serving the glasses for the three of you, sitting down to engage in a normal conversation about the last travel Hvitserk had to do. Something about the company business in Latin America or stuff you couldn't really understand, so you kinda lost yourself from the conversation, thinking about how nervous you were and how silly it was to be nervous about something that should be good for the three of you.
You were so lost in your mind that you didn't even notice when the subject changed in their conversation until Ubbe touched your back softly with his warm hand.
"... and she's so distracted... I love when she tries to run into herself like this..." your husband smiled.
Hvitserk was looking at you and you noticed they were talking about you, blushing.
"Sorry..." you started, but Ubbe brought you softly closer to him.
"You don't need to apologize, love. We know you're feeling shy... But see," he got up, placing his cup and your cup near each other at the center table as Hvitserk seemed to relax a little more at his chair, drinking from his wine with a smirk. "I told my brother about our conversation... And he said he didn't know you were listening to him, isn't it right, Hvitserk?"
You saw Hvitserk drinking the whole content of his glass before getting up as well.
Ubbe softly pulled you up from the couch, turning you to Hvitserk, your back against your husband's chest.
You started feeling Ubbe's beard tickling your skin as he softly started kissing the crook of your neck.
"I didn't know you were listening to me that day, kitten... If I knew, I wouldn't have said those words."
You looked at Hvitserk, seeing the same wolf stare you were used to seeing into Ubbe's eyes in his. And he softly lifted your chin with two of his fingers, smiling at you.
"I would have been more detailed and thorough," Hvitserk continued, causing your body to shiver when his fingers started slowly sliding down on your neck, reaching your cleavage and slowly pulling aside one of the strings of your dress. "I would have said how thirsty I was for your flavor or how envious I am, for my brother can taste you and drink from you as much as he wants... But it seems you decided to be good to me, didn't you, kitten?"
Kitten...
Fucking word to make you shiver!
Ubbe giggled on your back, pulling aside the other string of your dress, exposing your chest with the cloth on the line of your breasts, line Hvitserk was tracing with his index, slowly creating small waves of chills through your whole body, making your nipples hardened under your dress.
"I... I told him I would... Like to..." you could barely form sentences and it made both of them smile to each other.
"Don't worry, kitten. I know where you're trying to go. Let us put on my brother's favorite show... I'm sure he'll be very satisfied tonight, won't you, brother?"
You felt Ubbe kissing the exact spot he knew would make you moan softly. And almost at the same time, Hvitserk's hand slowly invaded your dress, touching your hardened nipple, causing your moan to sound in a little higher note than you were pretending.
"Oh, yes... I'm sure I will," Ubbe said, hoarse, slowly conducting your body into Hvitserk's embrace.
You saw your brother-in-law's body coming closer and felt his other hand embracing your waist while his fingers were pinching and playing with your nipple as if it wasn't unthinkable for you a few seconds ago. His lips mashed to yours and you heard Ubbe's grunt of pleasure, shivering your whole body with the mix of your husband's sounds into your ears and your brother-in-law’s spices invading your mouth.
Your mind was a whole mess!
A part of you were screaming you were acting like a slut, fucking your brother-in-law, breaking your friend Frigga's trust - since you knew she wanted to go back with Hvitserk...
There were so many wrong things going on there!
But at the same time, Ubbe seemed to be smiling so satisfied! And you couldn't deny Hvitserk's rough hands on your skin were delicious, even more than you imagined it could be. It was good. Your husband wanted and agreed with it. You weren't being forced to anything you didn't were throbbing for.
What could be wrong then?
You felt your dress sliding down your body as Hvitserk's hands started exploring your skin, bringing you closer. His mouth kissing you deeper when you dared to embrace his neck, sinking your nails into his hair, having a grunt of pleasure from him and a satisfied giggle from your husband.
"Yeah... Get in, love. Take her to our room, Hvitserk."
You could feel Ubbe was the boss there: as soon as he spoke, Hvitserk lifted you up to his lap, carrying you to your bed. You heard Ubbe pulling the armchair from your reading table, comfortably sitting to watch as his brother's mouth was slowly running through your body, kissing your neck, your naked chest, starting to suckle on your breasts and fill the whole room with your moans.
"Fuck... You gonna get me crazy tonight, love. Just like that, Y/N, don't hold yourself back," Ubbe asked, and you could see his hand sliding into his own pants, stroking his hardness with his eyes almost not blinking, trying not to lose any detail of your body arching to his brother's mouth.
Hvitserk's fingers invaded your panties and then, your moans became louder. He wasn't slow like Ubbe, but his fingers settled a fast pace against your sensitive bud, creating a huge wave of warmth and pleasure that flooded your channel for him in a matter of seconds.
You were so horny...
"She's so fucking wet, Ubbe... Jez, I can't wait!" Hvitserk growled, lowering himself down.
Your panties went away through your legs but you barely could complain: Hvitserk sunk his tongue on your folds, eagerly licking the juices you could feel coming once again, flooding your channel, wetting you even more for him.
His hands embraced your hips pulling you closer, and you felt him humming against your folds, moaning in satisfaction.
"Fuck... Fuck!" Your words were stuck and Ubbe giggled again.
His own cock already exposed as he was stroking himself openly in front of you.
"Roll your hips for him, love. Ride his face, he loves it!" your husband suggested, teaching you how to please his hungry brother that had attached his lips to your folds, sucking and licking as someone who came from the closer desert, thirsty for any sweet wetness he could find.
You couldn't exactly control yourself, but instinctively, your hips started rolling against Hvitserk's face, causing him to embrace you stronger, sinking his tongue into you. Your husband was good with his mouth, that was undeniable, but fuck... His little brother was a master!
Hvitserk got you cumming in his mouth twice, and he didn't seem satisfied, sucking your throbbing clit and licking your wet pussy until he had your body contorting for him a third time.
Collapsed on the bed, you saw him cleaning his beard with his hand and licking his fingers from your juices, looking back to your husband with a smirk.
"Damn, brother... You have a fountain here... She's so sweet and wet! I could drink from her for hours!" he praised, and you heard your husband's small laugh.
"She can give you pretty more, brother. You should take your chance. She's throbbing now... You should see how tight she is." Ubbe praised back.
Two pairs of devilish eyes looking at your naked body.
Hvitserk got rid of his clothes, dragging you closer to him, opening your legs as your eyes could see his free hand stroking a large cock.
He wasn't bigger than Ubbe. Instead, he was shorter but surely thicker.
You saw him spitting on his palm and spreading it over his hardness, stroking it some more times before placing the tip against your throbbing entrance. Slowly, your body started embracing his thickness as he pushed himself in the middle of your legs, moaning against your neck.
"Fuck..." his voice sounded hoarse and his hand gripped your hips firmly placing you under him as he pushed deeper, filling your channel almost whole. "Fucking tight... Damn, Y/N, you're so fucking tight!"
You sunk your fingers in his shoulders, moaning loud. And then, Ubbe came closer, getting rid of his clothes as well to sit by your side, caressing your hair. His loving blue eyes deeply into yours while his brother started thrusting into you, bouncing your body under his.
Fuck... It was so wrong...
And at the same time, there was so much pleasure, lust, and passion into your husband's eyes...
"Look at you..." Ubbe mumbled.
Hvitserk's face nestled in your neck, his lips kissing your skin as he was moaning low with his hips slapping against yours.
Ubbe's fingers slid through your hair in a passionate caress. And then, his hand cupped your face admiring your expression contorted in pleasure.
"Such a beautiful wife I have... You look so beautiful moaning in bliss this way, my dear. Stronger, Hvitserk. She likes it harder."
It was so arousing to have your husband dictating the pace, telling Hvitserk your deepest secrets and the ways to have you screaming in pleasure under his hard grip!
You closed your eyes, feeling Ubbe's thumb sliding through your cheek, touching your lips and drawing them while you were moaning to his brother's thrusts.
"She's moaning low... Keep going, Hvitserk. She'll cum around you soon," Ubbe said, revealing your customs, your behavior.
Commands that Hvitserk followed blindly, keeping the pace, moving to hit your sweet spots, following Ubbe's instructions to melt you down in pleasure under him.
Ubbe smiled when you came again, shaking under Hvitserk's sweaty body. You felt his hands holding you tighter and his voice echoing in choked moans that soon became a growl of pure pleasure when he buried himself entirely deep inside of you, cursing while filling you with his thick seed.
The hot air of Hvitserk's heavy breath shivered your neck for a while as Ubbe allowed his brother to enjoy the whole high of his pleasure into you, thrusting slowly, coating your walls with his pleasure, sliding his throbbing cock through your sensitive walls until he was satisfied.
Hvitserk was gentle in the end, kissing your chest, your neck, and your mouth almost passionately before slowly sliding to your side at the bed, still panting, but smiling.
"She's amazing, Ubbe... Just amazing..." He mumbled, relaxing by your side.
You saw your husband smiling.
Ubbe's hand started slowly caressing your body, sliding through the sweat on your skin, tracing patterns with his fingertips around your nipples, your belly button. He softly sunk his middle finger into your throbbing channel, getting a small moan from your mouth when he started caressing your walls, pulling out his brother's seed from you.
"You made a mess, brother..." he mumbled, with a smile.
"Do you want me to clean it?" Hvitserk asked, causing your face to contract in a curious expression.
"Sure... But be gentle with our sweet Y/N. She's sensitive..." Ubbe answered, caressing your thighs before Hvitserk could come down on you again, kissing your thighs, licking your folds with gentleness, slowly cleaning you from his seed and getting you fully wet once again.
"Good boy," Ubbe joked when Hvitserk finished, kissing your womanhood.
He pulled away and Ubbe sat on the bed, slowly lifting you up to straddle his lap.
Your body was soft and numb. You straddled him like a doll that he gently placed closer to his body, embracing your waist after wrapping your arms around his neck.
"So sweet, my queen... Did you like my little brother into you, love?" he asked, teasing you with his words as his hands were pulling your hips slowly against his, sliding his warm hardness in your folds creating a comfortable and pleasurable sensation.
"Yes..." You mumbled against his lips and Ubbe softly sucked your lower lip, kissing your mouth slowly, treating you carefully, tenderly.
"Would you be good and have me as well? Uh?" he muttered against your lips.
A mixture of devilish lust and love in his words.
"Can I sink myself into your warm pussy and have you warming my cock as you did to his?"
His dirty way to talk, to expose what you did, causing you to feel wetter.
"Would you let me fuck you good and deep as he did? Uh? Do you want it, love?"
"Yes... Please, Ubbe... Fuck me deep!" You moaned.
Your hips moving against his, the sensation of his cock sliding warm into your channel getting louder moans from your mouth. His growls you loved so much started echoing and Hvitserk's voice sounded near...
"She moans so well, brother... Do you think she can hold us both?"
It was a part of that situation you haven't focused on, but you couldn't deny how aroused that idea made you feel.
You knew Ubbe would like to explore that moment in all the perspectives he could, but yet, his lips caressed your neck and as he was moving into your dripping wet womanhood, he asked your permission, mumbling into your ear, still giving you the full power to decide.
"Would you like to feel us, Y/N? Can we both fuck you together? Right now?"
His hips went deeper into you and you felt how harder it made him. You could remember how aroused he was when talking about the moments in which Hvitserk and he fucked the girls together, filling them entirely.
But more than knowing it was your husband's favorite fantasy, you wanted that sensation. You wanted to know how Margrethe and the other girls they shared felt in the middle of them both, filled with them both...
You wanted it.
Your mind just junked away your reason wrapped with any kind of thought that could prevent your mouth from begging for that. And you moaned, full of lust, dancing slowly over Ubbe's lap.
"Please... I want it! I need it... Fill me in! Fill me whole!"
"Such a good wife... Be gentle, Hvitserk. She's tighter from behind," Ubbe advised, sliding one of his hands down to rub your clit, getting you wetter for him before you could feel Hvitserk's fingers touching your butt hole, wetting it with some kind of lube he seemed to have picked up while Ubbe and you were talking.
Anxiety kicked in, but it was too late: First, his fingers got in, causing a whole new sensation that made you moan and relax enough. Then, Hvitserk replaced his fingers with his cock tip, pushing himself in slowly, a little bit more every time Ubbe was coming out of your pussy, following the pace Ubbe was dictating with his rhythm until you felt his pelvis touching your butt.
He was entirely in.
Immobile, heavy breathing on the back of your neck, but yet, entirely sunk into your butt, causing you to feel stretched and full every time Ubbe was moving into your front entrance.
Everything became hotter. You could feel the thin layer of you in between their cocks. Ubbe moving slowly, sliding in your thin wall as you could feel Hvitserk's cock throbbing, compressed in a space smaller than his thickness, making everything thinner in between them both.
But the true moment when your wetness and pleasure exploded was when he started moving into you. First slowly, then following Ubbe's path, coming into your body when Ubbe's cock was coming out, alternating movements, making you feel constantly full.
"Fuck... You were right, she's fucking tighter. Fuck, Y/N, you're so good... So good!" Hvitserk moaned.
Your voice had died into your throat. Your open mouth wasn't letting go a single sound but the heavy breath with which you were trying to keep your brain working in the middle of so much pleasure.
"Shit... This is so good, Y/N. I wanted this so hard, love... So hard!" Ubbe grunted under your chin, so aroused, so satisfied.
As much as you, he wanted that moment and it was terribly good for him so as it was being new and delicious to your body.
You weren't sure which one of them was caressing your spots, which one of them was brushing them. But all your spots were being touched and soon, your hips moved and your holes became tighter around them both.
"Fuck!" Hvitserk cursed, kissing your nape a little rougher.
"She's cumming, brother. She'll fucking cum on us!" Ubbe moaned, fully horny, increasing the pace clearly wanting to follow your pleasure.
"Ubbe!" your voice finally came out as you held Ubbe's shoulders, trying to get any kind of support. "Hvitserk!" you moaned again.
But your air was too scarce to fulfill your sentences.
You wanted to tell Ubbe you would cum if he increased the pace that way!
You wanted to ask Hvitserk to go slower or your pleasure would increase too much!
But everything was more than you could handle and you were sure you died in the middle of them both when your body seemed to explode in pleasure and you squirted, wetting Ubbe's lap in your juices and filling the room with your voice.
Ubbe's embrace became tighter and you felt him throbbing into you, surely filling your channel with his seed.
And soon your back hole also became warmer, accusing Hvitserk was panting on your neck because he also had cum into you once again.
The three of you remained that way, all together, for a long while. The heavy breaths and small moans were everything that could be heard before Hvitserk and Ubbe slowly started moving out of you and then, slide your body through them until the three of you were comfortably laying over your bed.
Ubbe laid a little closer to the headboard of the bed, nestling your body against his chest. His mouth kissing softly your forehead as his fingers started caressing your hair.
"My beautiful wife..." He mumbled, and you slowly turned your face up, receiving a loving kiss from his lips.
Soon, you could feel Hvitserk's lips petting your shoulder. Laid a little bit lower than you, Hvitserk embraced your waist and nestled against your back, pulling up your blankets over the three of you, making everything even cozier.
"You're incredible, princess," he mumbled, kissing your nape before nestling his face on your neck, sighing tiredly.
Ubbe stretched himself to the nightstand, messing with the remote, turning the air conditioner on to climatize the room with a cozy temperature. Soon, everything became so comfortable that your body started immersing itself into its own tiredness and relaxation.
Hvitserk slept first. But you still felt Ubbe's caresses for a while.
His soft words relieving any guilt you could feel for desiring this so bad into your heart.
"You made me happy today, love. And this was better than I ever had before. To do it with the others was good... But to have it from you was amazing. I love you... More than yesterday, surely less than I'll love you tomorrow."
The sweet words he told you in your marriage day.
More than yesterday.
Less than tomorrow.
"Show me when we wake up, my love," you answered, kissing his neck and feeling his loving kiss on your forehead again. "Show me tomorrow, when we wake up."
You knew he would.
And maybe the three of you could do it more times... Whenever he wanted, you would be glad in having them both and feel complete again.
Author’s Notes | Gurl, this is really intense. Warnings were given XD
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, Slave! Reader, requested by @rekdreams-fandom for 5CW5
Words | 2081
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included. Mentions of slavery, woman exposition, explicit content. Cursing and dirty talk. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering. Keep in mind the characters’ opinions and convictions aren’t inherent to the author.
"Fuck... Suck harder, babe."
Being under the table, on your knees in the middle of your master's legs, his hard cock up into your lips while his hand was playing with your hair, bobbing your head up and down through his length, enjoying your tongue brushing against his sensitive tip: a scene to what you were used since Master Hvitserk brought you from The Mediterranean in his last trip.
You weren't like the other slave girls he found, fighting all the time, trying to release their hands from the ropes or rip the collars from their necks. You were born a slave and there weren't greater ambitions in your heart. You knew the best a woman like you could do was keep your master well pleased and maybe it would grant you his favor and some better conditions to live. To know how to make the usual chores of a house would keep your leash in the same hands for longer - cause men like your master got married someday and then, bed slaves were sold if they didn't know anything beyond sucking and warming cocks. But to be good in sucking and warming your master's cock would keep you safe in his hands until the day of his marriage come and, sometimes, it would be reason enough for him to keep you for the period days of his wife or the days she didn't want to please him and would leave the task for your mouth, hands and soft pussy.
You learned with life, watching silently the other women like you being beaten, sometimes killed by their masters, while you were passing through life avoiding days without at least a single meal or a blanket for the cold. And your meekness had conquered both the Mediterranean men and that Viking prince.
"Shit... Your mouth is so fucking silky, love, keep going... Keep going!"
Hvitserk wasn't hard to please: patience to suck him slowly, building his pleasure instead of rushing him to the end; maybe some more attention to your own personal hygiene to keep your pussy clean for his mouth. He wasn't a bad master at all. His only issue was the need for sex he had all the time and the willing exposure of the act, just for his fun on seeing how his brothers would desire the body he kept to himself.
You weren't allowed to do more than dance for his brother's eyes the dances you learned from the Mediterranean odalisques, sometimes even being allowed to take off some veils or show off your breasts. But never touch or being touched except for him. And he would always touch you.
Gods... He would always touch you.
"Fuck! I gonna cum! Swallow it, kitten... Swallow everything!"
You kept your mouth open, like a well-trained pet, receiving his abundant seed into your lips, not letting a single drop escape from your tongue, swallowing it as he ordered, showing him your empty mouth to prove the order accomplished before sucking his throbbing cock clean from the rest of his seed that wasn't deposited straight into your mouth.
"Shit, Hvitserk... She's such a good pet! I should follow you to the Mediterranean the next time you go. Gods damn it! They have such beautiful women there!"
It was the hoarse voice of his older brother, sitting on the other seat of the table, watching the two of you while sharing the thick beverage they were used to drink and call mead.
It was sweet and thick. Master Hvitserk had allowed you to taste it once when he wanted you to be drunk for him to fuck you while you were slowed by the alcohol.
The crippled brother wasn't in the room with the others. Something pretty usual: Prince Ivar would spend more time with his mother, while Prince Ubbe, Prince Sigurd and your master would hunt, play games, or do any sort of things together. Sometimes, just talk as master Hvitserk had his pleasure from you, leaving his older brother with the pleasure of watch and the younger bardic one jerking off with his own hand on the other seat.
"You should taste how sweet she is, brother. She's like an autumn berry... So fucking juicy, aren't you, my sweet little pet?"
Tonight, he was just showing off. Something you were also used from nights when he was drunk or high with the mead. He would fuck you and have all the moans he could have from you just to fill his brothers or guests ears, so those nights weren't so bad for you: you didn't like to feel so exposed, but master Hvitserk's cock was so good that you could really deal with the shame and embarrassment.
"We would know if you weren't so selfish, Hvitserk!" Prince Sigurd complained, cleaning the jerked hand on a small towel of soft cloth he had around.
"Oh, but that's exactly what makes my sweet Y/N the treasure she is... She's mine only!" your master said, and you smiled at him when he caressed your chin, lifting you up from the middle of his legs to softly kiss your mouth, sucking your lower lip.
"She's so quiet," Prince Ubbe commented, drinking from his cup.
He was always giving ideas and teasing your master to do more with you. The nights when the three of you were alone, you were even allowed to kiss his bearded mouth and only once your master allowed you to suck Prince Ubbe's cock just to have him cumming while your master was fucking you from behind. But this was almost a secret in between the two of them and you, well-trained pet, wouldn't dare to open your mouth about.
"She knows when to talk, right, sweet pet?" master Hvitserk lifted your chin and you smiled.
"Only when my master commands me to, master Hvitserk," you answered correctly, causing him to smile against your lips.
"Shit... It's unfair you have such a woman just for yourself. Jez, she's amazing!" Prince Sigurd said, sipping from his cup while your master was gently turning you around with your back against his chest.
"I think you're complaining too much, tonight, Sigurd. I wanna make a game with you, then."
Slowly, master Hvitserk conducted you to walk towards his younger brother's chair.
Prince Sigurd straightened himself at the chair, swallowing dry as Prince Ubbe's laugh echoed at the room.
Master Hvitserk has done it before with his older brother and you knew what that game was.
"Do you remember the rules, pet? Tell my little brother what are the rules of our game," your master ordered and you looked at Prince Sigurd, reciting in the melodic voice the three princes in that room liked so bad to hear.
"You watch, you feel, you cannot touch. If you move, you lose, I'm gone. If you touch me, you lose, I'm gone. Master Hvitserk owns me, he owns the game, he gives the orders. If he orders me, then I can touch you. If he orders me, then I can make you cum. If he orders me, then I can cum for you. Until then, you watch..."
"Fuck me, Hvitserk! This is fucking cruelty! Gods' damn it, I'm fucking hard and she's only speaking!" Prince Sigurd complained, sighing with your body so close when you bent yourself towards him, supporting your body with your hands at the arms of his chair.
Your face was closer to his now, and he could see your beautiful rounded breasts exposed at the reach of his hand, but untouchable for him.
You sighed near Prince Sigurd's mouth when master Hvitserk pulled your cotton dress through the rest of the way down to the ground.
"If you're hard hearing her speaking, wait until she starts to sing," your master said.
And prince Ubbe's eyes became sharper over you when your master kneeled down in between your legs, composing a melody for prince Sigurd's eager ears while lapping your folds from your juices.
Your nipples became hard and your moans filled the room, causing prince Sigurd to hiss, clenching his fingers at the chair's arms, near your hands.
"Fuck! She's so fucking pretty..."
"Master... Oh, Master!!" your voiced chanted and master Hvitserk did nothing but pull away from your pussy just the enough to mumble some more orders for you.
"Hold up as much as you can, sweet pet. I'll tell you when to cum."
"Yes... Master!"
Your voice lost tone in the middle of the word when he sunk his devilish tongue in the middle of your folds again, filling your channel with it, fucking your needy pussy the way you got used to liking the most.
Being his slave wasn't hard at all. Having your legs trembling, with your master's head sunk in the middle of your wet thighs, sucking, lapping like a hungry dog wasn't as bad as what you saw the other slaves passing through your whole life.
His fingers sunk into your channel and he mumbled, giving you permission to cum into his mouth.
"Come to me, love."
Which you did with pleasure, releasing your body to shake under his caresses, moaning louder and getting wetter for his pleasure.
He licked you clean and softly kissed your butt before getting up to look at his brother's painful expression.
"Fuck, Hvitserk... It hurts, ya know?" prince Sigurd complained. "She's so gorgeous when cumming..."
"Give him a taste, love," your master ordered and you obeyed, sliding your fingers through your wet pussy before offering them to the bardic prince in front of you.
"Taste her. It's more than I ever had, Sigurd," prince Ubbe complained from his chair, smiling with the side of his lips when prince Sigurd hungrily sucked your fingers, causing you to sigh, aroused.
"Fucking sweet!"
"Kiss him, love," your master said.
The same way the game went with his older brother before.
You softly leaned your body, cupping prince Sigurd's surprised face before laying your lips on his, slowly kissing the bardic brother.
He tasted differently. Your master was hot and intense. His older brother was spicy. Prince Sigurd was soft and sweet.
But you didn't have too much time to enjoy the taste. Not when your master was such a hungry man, filling you with his hardened cock, causing you to break the kiss with his little brother to moan the pleasure of being stretched to his size once again.
"Fucking tight! Clench it tighter for me, love. Show him what you can give me, how good you are to your master..."
Moaning, you obeyed, clenching your walls around his cock, feeling his hips against yours, moaning against Sigurd's face, so close, and even then, too far for him.
The sound of Hvitserk's hips slapping against yours was dictating the rhythm of your movements and moans, as your master fucked your tightened pussy until he was satisfied again, taking his hardened cock from your pussy and ordering you to your knees to drink from his seed once again.
"Why don't you come inside, if she's so good this way?" prince Sigurd asked, touching himself once again, painfully hardened by your touch.
Master Hvitserk held your head with his hand, slowly moving your lips around his cock to clean it from his seed. Once you sucked everything and licked him clean, he allowed you to have some mead to clean your mouth and sat, patting his lap for you to sit on his knees.
"Eat, pet. You must be hungry," he ordered, sipping from his cup when you lightly thanked, obediently starting to eat from the fruits he offered you. "I don't have her cycles yet, Sigurd. And I don't want her to bear me a child. She's made to be fucked, and gods, she's my favorite pussy. If I wanted kids, I would search for a wife."
His hand slid through your thighs and the other through your breasts, caressing your body while you were eating, smiling at his brother.
"This pretty little pussy will be tight for good and these breasts will be mine for a long time before I decide to share them with any child from hers. If I ever decide for this, brother." he smiled. "She's too good for me to want to change anything".
You kept yourself silent, eating your meal and shivering sometimes for his caresses. You didn't have any greater plans in your life, but to keep your master's will like that was enough for your pride.
