The thought of what you were about to experience made your stomach sink. You knew that you were expected to take over when your mother passed away but you never thought about having to deal with Ivar again. His health had improved drastically in adulthood and although he'd never walk, he was strong and rarely needed to ask for a healer's help. There was no denying that he needed medical help now, though. He and the rest of his army had returned from a successful raid and from what you had been told, he had multiple injuries. The Norsemen that traveled with him managed to control the wounds but Ivar needed help from a specialist so you were summoned as soon as he was taken back to his home.
You had gathered the necessary supplies and rushed over to Ivar's residence, knowing that you had to treat Ragnar Lothbrok's youngest son regardless of whether he made you uncomfortable or not. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you announced yourself and pushed open the door. Prince Ubbe greeted you with a half-smile but you could see the worry on his face. "Thank you for coming so quickly," he said quietly as he lead you to the back of the house. A large curtain separated you from Ivar but you instantly heard his haggard breathing which made your brows knot in worry. "Is he feverish?" you asked Ubbe as you slowly pulled back the curtain to take a peek at your patient. Ubbe nodded. "He has a high fever, a sickness and two stab wounds. One in the shoulder and one in the side of the gut."
The sight of Ivar breathing hard on the bed made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You had seen him many times in passing since you'd reached adulthood but something about him looked different now. Perhaps it was his vulnerability that fascinated you since you had never seen him like this before.
You rushed over to him instantly, your small hands moving as you dropped your medicine pouch to the floor and took out various herbs and creams. Both Ubbe and Ivar watched you in silence as you mixed several substances into a paste before moving to crouch by the bed. Ivar looked at you with distrust in his blue eyes but stayed silent as you gathered the substance onto your fingertips and spread it over his hot, wet forehead. He tensed and held his breath until his lungs struggled, then he finally released a big, long sigh. The cooling effect of the paste worked immediately and you smiled slightly in relief as you watched him close his eyes.
"Do you remember me, Ivar?" Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open again and he gazed at you knowingly.
"Of course I remember you," he responded weakly. His voice was hoarse and strained, clearly tired from coughing. "You hated being around me."
The sound of Ubbe's laughter from the back of your room snapped you out of your trance and you moved your eyes from Ivar's. You hadn't even realized that you'd been staring until the interruption and now you blushed terribly. Thankfully neither Ivar nor Ubbe seemed to notice as the brothers interacted with each other instead.
"Everybody hated you when you were a child, Ivar. You were a brat."
"And you were much better, brother?" Ivar bit back. Even with his fever sky high and his body in paralyzing pain, his sarcastic tongue was quick. A small smile teased the corners of your lips at the behaviour of the two siblings. You could tell that there was no malice behind the accusations and while they didn't exactly exchange pleasantries, it wasn't difficult to see that they cared for one another.
They carried on exchanging half-hearted insults as you found the dried leaves of a healing plant and brought your hand to Ivar's mouth. This silenced him instantly.
"Open your mouth. Put this under your tongue and take it out when your tongue is numb and the leaf is wet." The mistrust in Ivar's eyes grew at your instructions and he glared at you in silence. Apparently he didn't want to risk you shoving the plant in-between his lips so they stayed tightly shut as Ubbe watched on. "Come on, Ivar," the older of the two Ragnarssons encouraged. "It will help with the pain." With his brother's insistence, Ivar gave up the battle and finally parted his lips. They were dry and chapped from the cold but his mouth was boiling hot. A surprise gasp escaped your throat as the tip of Ivar's tongue grazed your fingertips, soaking them instantly. You hadn't expected for his tongue to be so wet and warm.
"Al-alright, just keep it tucked under," you spoke in a tone that was barely above a whisper. The contrast of Ivar's wet tongue against your dry skin had surprised you and you sat regaining your composure for a moment because for some reason, it was difficult to remember just what you'd been planning on doing next. All you could think about was that tongue and how much you wanted to bring your wet fingers to your lips and mix Ivar's saliva with your own.
You were flustered. In his sick state, Ivar didn't seem to notice but your red cheeks and nervous stuttering wasn't missed by Ubbe. A crooked smile tugged at one corner of his mouth as he watched you with curious bright eyes, chuckling slightly to himself. When your gaze met his, you blushed even more. At least the older of the two brothers didn't indicate that he was going to say anything to Ivar.
"So, what next?" Ubbe's question about your plan of action snapped you back to reality and you looked up at him dauntlessly. You may not have had as much experience as your mother in healing just yet but you were confident in your skills and it seemed that Ubbe was too. It was no secret that the brothers bickered but the oldest of Aslaug's children loved his younger brother and you knew that Ubbe would not have called for you if he had doubted you. You had helped deliver his child recently too, which also helped earn his trust.
"The fever and the pain should be gone soon. Now I need to clean his wounds and cauterize them." The burning of Ivar's wounds had your eyebrows knotting together out of concern. You hadn't yet examined the damage closely but you could tell from the laceration on his upper shoulder that whoever had attempted to tend to him had done a poor job of cleaning the delicate area and infection was already forming. "Would you get him some mead, Ubbe? Cleaning the wounds will be painful but it must be done thoroughly. The mead will make it a little less painful. Then, I will ask you to prepare the hot tools."
Obediently, Ubbe nodded as your eyes shifted to Ivar once again. To your surprise, you found him watching you through tired, half-lidded eyes. A lifetime ago you would have feared being alone like this with Ivar the Boneless but now you felt a strange sense of calm as you held his exhausted gaze. Perhaps it was just his sickness but you felt strangely at ease as you smiled softly at Ivar. His eyes didn't hold the anger that you were used to seeing in them. Right now Ivar actually looked lost and your heart hurt for him.
"I'm sorry that you're in so much pain Ivar," you spoke sweetly as you sat beside him on the bed and lifted a hand to his head. Your mother used to comfort you like this when you were under the weather so it felt natural to you to comfort Ivar in a similar way. Unsure of what to do or say, Ivar's body visibly tensed as your fingertips ran through his thick, black hair. The uninvited affection seemed unwelcome at first but when you ran your nails against Ivar's scalp again and again he sighed out loud and closed his eyes, quietly accepting the care.
Your fingers stayed in those thick locks as Ivar's breathing got louder and more relaxed. Occasionally his lips would part and he'd let out half-moans that were as soft as whispers. Your heart sped up every time he did that and by the time Ubbe returned, the muscle was thumping furiously against your rib cage.
Once again, Ubbe's light eyes sparkled with mischief as he approached the bed just in time to see you pull your fingertips from Ivar's hair. "He can be quite handsome when he keeps his mouth shut, no?" Ubbe teased as your cheeks lit up and you scrambled from the bed to gather the disinfecting herbs that you'd brought with you. You didn't offer Ubbe much of a response, just a simple grunt that seemed to tell him that you did agree with him. You hoped that your reaction had been quiet enough for Ivar not to overhear even though you absolutely agreed that the blue-eyed man was strikingly attractive. He always had been but somehow, it had taken seeing him vulnerable and exposed for you to truly appreciate his beauty.
Ubbe just seemed very amused with it all but thankfully remained from making further comments as he prepped his younger brother for medical attention. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the older of the two offer Ivar his hand so the younger could spit the numbing leaves out. You smiled. It was almost like watching a father with his child. It warmed your heart to see Ivar trusting his brother too because for once, he followed Ubbe's strict instructions and gulped down the large mug of meade in one go. Ubbe insisted that drinking so much so quickly would help Ivar deal with the pain better.
He was right. The combination of Ivar's own personal strength and the quick-acting alcohol in his bloodstream helped the injured man relax as you forced yourself into healer mode and started to work on Ivar's wounds. In an instant, the mood in the room had changed and Ubbe grew serious as he took to preparing the cauterizing tools. He hurried, making sure that he was back in time to comfort his brother by giving Ivar his hand to squeeze. It seemed to help. Ivar made little sound other than the occasional hiss of agony yet when you looked at his and Ubbe's locked hands, you could see the younger of the brothers gripping his sibling like a vice. It was a surprise that Ubbe didn't end up with any broken fingers and even more surprising that Ivar had managed to endure the whole process of cleaning and then the sealing of the wounds without a peep. You knew from tales of Ivar's battles that his tolerance for pain was higher than most men but his strength still fascinated you. You had never met a man or a woman before that hadn't begged for mercy when a hot blade was used to seal their wounds. Even with this impressive show of strength though, you could almost physically feel Ivar's relief when the wounds were finally closed up and the dreadful process was over.
You washed your hands and hastily put away your equipment as Ivar recovered on the bed with a help of an even bigger jug of meade. The pungent scent of fresh blood and singed flesh filled the home and made the bile rise up in your throat but forced yourself to calm as you listened to Ivar's gentle, drunken laughter. Now Ubbe was drinking with him two and the older brother cheerfully poked fun of how Ivar had clung onto him during the process. That was enough to make you smile as you returned to stand by Ivar's side. Lazily, he turned his head to face you as his tired eyes connected with yours. Once again, you felt that invisible knot tighten in your stomach as Ivar held your gaze. Realizing that Ubbe was still here and watching every little movement you or Ivar made, you decided to break this intense stare down first.
"You should probably try and rest. And maybe not get too drunk." While your voice wasn't authoritarian, it was certainly laced with concern. You knew that getting drunk was a temporary fix to Ivar's problem but it would not aid a speedy recovery. A glass of meade a day was good for the wounds but pushing the limits would increase the length of fever. Apparently, Ubbe agreed as he reached for his brother's meade jug. "Ah, she's probably right. Here, give it to me." By this point, Ivar was intoxicated from both the adrenaline and the meade so he didn't protest his brother's intervention and instead came out with a drunken giggle before reaching for Ubbe. You watched in silence as the older Ragnarsson helped his brother get comfortable. Ivar's eyelids shut as soon as his head hit the pillow and you couldn't help but smile as you and Ubbe observed him for a few quiet moments before heading outside.
"You're going to stay here all night?" you asked as you wrapped thick furs around your shoulders. The sun had gone down long ago and there was a definite chill in the air now. That made you worry for Ivar. With a fever, someone would have to watch him at all time and you were all but ready to offer your own assistance when Ubbe confirmed that he was staying. "I have to. Margrethe won't be too happy at me for spending so much time away while she is alone with the baby but someone has to stay with him. I know he's strong but with the sickness..." A deep crease appeared in Ubbe's forehead as he sighed out loud. It must have been difficult for him to be away from his newborn son and wife but you admired his devotion to his brother. "You'll need to rest too, Ubbe. Why don't I come by in the morning and take over for the day tomorrow?"
You had to smile at the surprise in Ubbe's eyes. Everyone that knew Ivar understood that dealing with him was often difficult but you were determined to help out, both because Ubbe deserved to be with his child and because something actually made you want to spend a little time alone with Ivar.
Of course, you'd never admit that to Ubbe, who was already starting to protest. You silenced him with a pat on the shoulder. "Stop fussing. I have already decided. I will come in the morning and I'll spend the day looking after Ivar. He'll likely be sleeping, anyway. So don't fuss, alright? Call for me if you need me during the night. Now, go rest." With a smile, Ubbe thanked you and the two of you exchanged goodbyes and went your separate ways. Knowing that you were about to see Ivar again so soon had you feeling nervous but strangely excited and that night, you went to sleep with a smile on your face as you remembered the gentle moans that left his lips from your touch.
The mood of the previous evening had changed entirely when you returned to Ivar's home in the morning. You noticed the tension that filled the air as soon as you made your way over to Ivar, who was lying in bed wide awake with twisted brows and a deep frown. The effects of the alcohol had clearly faded and now, it was obvious that Ivar was in pain. Ubbe looked miserable too and he barely even said hello to you before excusing himself. He promised to return before sundown but you insisted that he take however long he needed and that you would look after Ivar alone.
With Ubbe gone, you turned your attention to the injured man and noticed that he didn't even look in your direction. "Are you in pain, Ivar?" you asked with concern as you made your way over to the side of the bed. In an instant his angry eyes were on yours. "What do you think?" he hissed and the knot in your stomach tightened. It was understandable that he was going to be so irritable so you took in a deep sigh and tried to calm yourself. You did not want to snap back at him and make matters worse. You were here to help him.
"I have some things that will help with the pain. We will need to clean around your wounds at some point today but I will wait until the medicine is working."
Turning away from him, you set out the herbs that you brought with you and began to mix the necessary ingredients together. Ivar remained silent the entire time but he glared at you as soon as you returned to him and held out the remedy. He took it without asking and finished it in one large gulp then shoved the wooden cup back into my hands. "I don't want you to touch my wounds," he growled stubbornly as he pulled the covers to his chin with his good arm and closed his eyes, feigning sleep. You sighed. Ivar's tantrum seemed childish in comparison to the strength he displayed on the previous day but his agony was a good excuse for his anger.
Arguing with him in this state was worthless so instead of pressing the issue immediately, you decided to sit on the side of Ivar's bed instead. When you looked down, you saw that he was still frowning. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to just boldly sit beside him without an invitation but you didn't explain yourself and he didn't ask you to.
Minutes passed by and finally, the tense body next to yours started to relax which was when you decided to gently stretch out your hand and once again run your fingertips through Ivar's hair. Again he frowned but he neither opened his eyes nor told you to move. Eventually that frown faded too and his face transformed into a picture of relaxation as your fingertips moved over his sensitive scalp all the way down to his neck.
While Ivar relaxed, your own body tensed. Just like before, Ivar breathed hard and he breathed deep. His lips parted ever so slightly and the occasional gasp came out sounding closer to a moan. At first, Ivar would attempt to disguise this with lazy coughs but you saw right through it. Eventually he stopped trying to hide his whimpers of pleasure and that sent the butterflies in your stomach wild.
You were very aware of the fact that you were close enough to those beautiful parted lips that you could have had them against yours if you just leaned down a little but fear of rejection kept you frozen in place. Both you and Ivar practically stayed as still as statues until those delicate whimpers finally turned into a steady breaths and Ivar fell into a restless sleep.
You sighed as you finally freed your hand and pulled yourself from the bed. The butterflies were still delirious and the burning between your legs was hotter than ever before. You knew that if you stayed so close to Ivar that you would have ended up doing something foolish like actually leaning down to kiss him so you decided to busy yourself around the house, mixing medicines and preparing an easy to eat soup.
Ivar's day was restless. He woke only for medicine and stared deeply at you until you came back to sit by his side and stroke his hair again until he fell asleep again. You didn't complain. In fact, neither of you said anything at all even though the tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. It was evening when you did finally address Ivar as you walked towards him with a small basin and a washcloth. If looks could have killed then at that point you certainly would have been a dead woman.
"I must clean your wounds before I go," you spoke firmly, letting Ivar know that this was not up for negotiation. He stared at you silently as you sat down beside him, ignoring the way his intense gaze made your cheeks red and your womanhood burn. Ivar was doing his best to intimidate you but those eyes of his had the opposite effect, which you found somewhat amusing. Of course, you kept that to yourself as you finally met Ivar's cold eyes again. He continued to glare at you when you gently grasped the blanket that covered him with one hand and slowly pulled it down to his waist. He tensed visibly but he didn't protest your actions. This was a good sign at least.
A mixture of your quick, nervous breaths and Ivar's deeper ones filled the room as you tentatively dipped the rag into the warm water. Your eyes drifted to his then to find him staring. "Just go ahead and do it," he hissed, his voice filled with venom. You couldn't help but wonder if he was concerned about the pain or if he simply didn't want you to touch his topless body. You decided to start especially slowly, your touch as gentle as it would be if you were handling a newborn baby.
But Ivar is no baby.
Before you lay a man. A beautiful, strong man whose smooth, muscular chest had you admiring it for all the wrong reasons. Just yesterday the idea of being left breathless by the sight of Ivar was laughable yet now you struggled to inhale. The rag in your hand moved automatically in slow, circular motions as you delicately cleaned the area of his lacerations one after the other. You tried so hard to stay focused but the way that Ivar's muscles tensed under his firm, pale skin was too distracting. He gasped, too, sometimes from pain and sometimes from the surprise of your fingertips touching bare skin. His arms lay beside him, hands in fists and veins bulging from the pressure he put on himself.
"I'm going to wipe you down," you informed him but the warning was too late. The cloth had already traveled over his fantastic, bulging chest right down to his belly button. You made sure to carefully wipe each of his abs, stopping only at the belly. When you ventured below, you were extra careful. It was like the cloth wasn't making any contact at all but you still felt yourself grow wet and warm while Ivar remained deathly still beneath you. You had no idea how much you blushed when you realized that you were merely a hands' length away from his manhood but you did look up to see that Ivar himself was beet red. The covers were there, blocking your path like a chastity belt so your fingers stopped on their own accord and traced their way back to Ivar's chest.
You heard him release a gasping breath that was so deep that his shoulders actually shook. Had he been holding his breath the whole time your fingertips toyed with his sensitive abdomen? You fought back your smile and finished wiping Ivar down by delicately tracing the warm cloth over Ivar's strong shoulders and muscular arms, washing away any traces of the sweat that had come with his fever.
"I think that should do it." You barely raised your voice above a whisper as you swung your legs off of the side of the bed and placed your feet on the ground.
When your bodies were no longer next to one another, Ivar breathed loudly again. Quietly, you started to gather all of your supplies with your back to the injured Ivar. You thought you were imagining things when you thought you heard someone whispering your name but it was called again a little louder and this time you knew that it was Ivar that addressed you."Yes? Are you alright?"
You turned your head and searched for Ivar's eyes in the dimly lit room. It didn't look like he had moved at all but his piercing eyes stared you down now as he prepared to speak. You froze in place, biting your lip. You felt like you could freeze and melt under his gaze all at the same time.
"...I want you to come tomorrow and do this again." You didn't need to be up close to Ivar to know that he was blushing. The pink tint in his cheeks was obvious, even in candle light. A blush crept onto your own cheeks as your eyes drifted over to Ivar's still heaving chest and you immediately nodded. Ivar had liked you touching him. He must have been as still as a corpse because of nerves but that didn't change the fact that he had liked how your fingertips had danced over his muscles. You looked down to the floor to hide your smile.
"Of course, Ivar. I'll come every day until you want me to stop."
You had no intention of breaking your promise to Ivar. You came every day just like you said you would and every day, Ivar would fall in and out of sleep next to you until it was time for his daily sponge bath. The relationship between you and Ivar improved with his health and soon enough, he was joking with you and teasing you at every opportunity. He told you tales of battle and of his travels as you sat on the bed beside him and ran your fingers through his hair. It was only during the baths that the house fell silent again because no matter how much you'd laughed or how long you'd conversed that day, Ivar instantly fell into silence when your hands touched his naked torso. Only the sound of Ivar's whispered moans mingling with your own heavy breaths filled the room. These were your private moments where only you and Ivar existed in the universe.
You had lost count of how many days you'd spent in Ivar's home when it finally happened. Naturally, it happened during one of your bathing sessions when you were leaning in especially low as you dragged the cloth over the hard skin of Ivar's belly. You were very aware of the wetness between your legs and Ivar seemed to be very aware of the low cut of your dress and how it exposed your full cleavage.
"...oh, oh fuck..."Ivar cursed quietly but your head still shot up as you searched his eyes, your own filled with concern. Ivar had never spoken during one of these sessions and you were instantly worried. It seemed like you had every right to be because Ivar looked both startled and confused as he looked at you with his big blue eyes. His lips opened and closed several times until he finally coughed out a quiet apology. "...I'm s-sorry."
You stared at him in utter bewilderment as your hand settled on his chest.
"Sorry for what?" you pushed Ivar, your eyes never leaving his. He continued to inhale sharp, deep breaths as he searched for the right words. Silence fell over the two of you again until Ivar finally gave up and gestured towards his legs. You had been sitting by his chest with your body twisted towards his head so you didn't notice anything unusual until you turned around. When you did turn around, your eyes were greeted by the most beautiful vision of Ivar's hard cock tenting the bed sheets that were pooled around his waist.
"Oh, Ivar!" You brought your free hand to your lips as you cried out the blue eyed man's name in delight. You felt the tingling pooling at your core as you stared at Ivar's manhood in utter delight. This had never happened before. Ivar usually lay completely still, his deep breathing being the only hint at any kind of arousal. You had assumed that Ivar must have been a virgin but the thought that he was impotent had crossed your mind. It turned out that you were very wrong indeed. Your eyes continued to take in this glorious sight as the hand you kept on Ivar's chest dug in a little. That made his cock twitch under the sheets.
You couldn't even try and contain the gleeful gasp that left your lips as you turned to Ivar and faced him with hungry eyes. He looked like a lost child, his bright eyes wide and filled with fear instead of lust. His expression made your heart hurt. You didn't want him to be afraid.
"Don't be scared Ivar." You tried to comfort Ivar with your eyes as your fingers drew invisible pattern on his hot skin. It seemed that your suspicions regarding Ivar's experience with women was correct. He was visibly anxious, unsure of what to do or say so it was up to you to coax him out of that fear. You may not have had much experience with men but you had enough to know what a man did and did not like.
Smiling seductively, you leaned over Ivar's chest and whispered in his ear. "I think it's beautiful," you breath tickled him as he smiled bashfully beneath you. It was clear to you that Ivar had never been pursued by a woman. Despite being Ragnar's most handsome son, it was painfully obvious that he didn't feel desirable. You wanted that to change. Ivar needed to see just how alluring he actually was in order to gain confidence.
"Can I see it?" You dragged your cheek against Ivar's as you sat back up and looked into his eyes. Lust darkened your eyes as you pleaded silently with Ivar. He seemed reluctant and for a moment you were certain he was going to say no when he tilted his head to the side but instead of denying you, his good arm yanked the covers down to the middle of his thighs with one quick, brave pull.
The sight before you was simply enchanting. Ivar's thick length stood upright and erect, the tip so swollen and red that it looked as if it was ready to burst. A cat-like purr left your lips as you watched it twitch again in your direction, inviting you to touch it.
"Oh Ivar..." you whispered his name again and turned your head back to face him. He looked at you with fearful eyes as he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, seducing you without even realizing it. "Do you want to touch it?" he asked in a timid whisper, his question causing a smile to appear on your lips instantly.
You had to restrain yourself from laughing. Ivar was beautiful. His taut, muscular chest was begging to be touched and his impressive length looked good enough to eat and yet he still doubted himself. In his own eyes, he was not worthy of a woman but you were set on showing him just how differently you saw him.
You reached out after deciding to answer Ivar without words. Your eyes locked on his nervous blue ones as your fingers gently curled around his slick head. You watched his face carefully, memorizing every little reaction. His lips parted in a mixture of surprise and delight as your thumb gently stroked the swollen tip. You held him for a moment just to allow him to get used to the feel of your hand as he whimpered your name. You moved your other hand across Ivar's chest, encouraging him to relax as he sucked in a deep breath. His eyes were focused on your hand as you proceeded to move your curled fingers up and down his length slowly, your thumb occasionally flicking out to spread the pre-seed over Ivar's moist tip.
A large, thick vein pumped hard against your palm which made you stroke a little faster. Ivar couldn't hold his breath in anymore and the chest your free hand stroked rose and fell rapidly with enthusiasm as his gaze kept switching between your face and the hand that pumped him. It seemed like you he didn't know what he wanted to watch more.
The nervousness in his eyes lessened with every stroke. Instead, Ivar's eyes started to fill with desire as he licked his lower lip with his hot, wet tongue while you continued to play with his pre-cum. The look in those eyes sent your own need racing and you could feel the wetness getting uncomfortable between your legs. Right now all you wanted was to lift your skirts and jump on Ivar. You wanted to feel his hands on your breasts while you rode both him and yourself to orgasm. You also knew that you had to wait. This was about Ivar and his pleasure. He had finally started to relax and his hips now moved up to meet every one of your eager strokes. Gentle moans left his parted lips and you could tell that he was finally allowing himself to enjoy the sensation of your fingers on his manhood.
You wanted to see more of his pleasure. You wanted to see him with his head thrown back and you wanted to feel his fingers in your hair. With a wicked smile, you carried on stroking while placing gentle butterfly kisses on his stomach. His eyes were most certainly on yours now. It seemed like the trail of kisses that you'd placed across his hard abs had mesmerized Ivar because he didn't even seemed to blink as he stared right into your eyes, utterly transfixed.
You loved having his full attention but you knew that soon his focus would be solely on his pleasure so you smiled gently at him and whispered for him to enjoy it. The shy smile that Ivar gave you in return only graced his lips briefly before his expression changed and his lips formed an 'o' shape as you placed a delicate kiss against his wet tip. Your tongue darted out then and although you were slightly nervous, having Ivar at your mercy like this gave you a sense of confidence and control.
You watched him bite his lower lip again as your tongue glided all over the tip of his cock, spreading a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum all over the entire head. He tasted sweet but with a hint of salt, different to the men that you had laid with before. You knew right then that you could taste him again and again as his is a taste that you could easily come to love.
You continued to lick as Ivar kept watching you in fascination. You could see that he was struggling to keep those blue eyes open and that made you smile against his shaft. Ivar seemed to like that because his length twitched against your lips, hardening and growing more and more with each lick.
Finally you swirled your tongue around him and fully wrapped your lips around the engorged tip. Ivar moaned loudly and threw back his head, his inhibitions leaving him. You watched him with a sense of pride as you applied a slight amount of suction with your lips and teased the tip for a while. You wanted him to want all of your mouth so you moved your lips only over the head until his desperate moans encouraged you to plunge your mouth all the way down until the tip of Ivar's hard shaft hit the back of your throat. His moan sounded like a borderline scream and for a second you wondered if he would lose control there and then but he did not so you bobbed your head back up, then right back down again. Up and down, over and over again.
It didn't take Ivar long to stop caring about whether his whimpers of pleasures could be heard outside of the four walls of his home. Now he moaned loudly and you could see from your position that his large hands squeezed the sheets beneath him so hard that his knuckles had turned white. You could tell that he was close so with a soft moan of your own, you shut your eyes and gave Ivar the full force of what your mouth could give. Above you, Ivar whimpered your name in warning as you sucked harder and harder, faster and faster. One of Ivar's hands gently squeezed your shoulder but you took it and moved it to your hair instead - you wanted to taste his seed.
Finally Ivar gave in. His thick cock jerked violently inside of your mouth and you moaned in encouragement as he shot hot, white juices into your mouth. You wanted it all so you kept your mouth over his shaft as he jerked again and again until he was completely empty. His whimpers of pleasures had turned into hot breaths and you looked at him with the gentlest of smiles as you watched him enjoy the post-orgasmic bliss. It had gone just as you wanted but now, you wanted more.
You moved back to lie beside Ivar slowly and he moved for you first, pressing your sweating foreheads together as his fingers reached out to trace your jaw.
He watched you with half-lidded eyes, breathing against your lips, observing you every move. You needed him, all of him.
Like a kitten, you leaned into his touch and moved to cross the little distance left between your lips when suddenly the front door burst open. In an instant, you and Ivar had separated, scrambling from each other as Ubbe announced himself and walked towards the bed. Thankfully, the curtain that hid the bedroom gave Ivar the chance to cover himself and you the time to jump away and pretend that you were mixing ointments but Ubbe was still suspicious when he pulled back the heavy furs and eyed you both with conjecture.
"Did I interrupt something?" he asked with an obvious grin. You shook your head 'no,' glancing at Ivar out of the side of your eyes. You had hoped he would jump in with some sort of clever excuse but he had his back to you and Ubbe and was pretending to sleep. Damn it. Now you had to think of something on your own.
"N-no, you're not interrupting anything," you stuttered nervously as your hands worked quickly to pack away your things. Ubbe continued to watch you with that wicked smile, unconvinced. "It's just been a long day. Ivar's tired and to be honest, I'm tired too. I think it's time for me to head home." You couldn't meet Ubbe's eyes for even a second but you knew that your useless excuses had only made him more curious. You had to get out of there. All of your desire had been replaced by embarrassment and you couldn't risk sticking around and making the situation worse.
"All right, be on your way then. I'll make sure to tell Ivar that you said goodbye when he wakes." For emphasis, Ubbe pointed at his brother and that only made your blush grow hotter. "Yes. Thank you. Goodnight, Ubbe. I will see you tomorrow." With that awkward goodbye, you dashed out of the door. You hadn't even bothered to put your furs around your shoulders while still inside. It was only when you collapsed in your bed that night that you finally calmed down enough to think back to what happened with Ivar. The lust and the need came back then with overwhelming force and you tossed and turned well into the night as you wondered what would have happened if Ubbe hadn't interrupted your private moment. When you did finally fall asleep, you dreamt of Ivar and his strong hands on your body so by the time morning came, you were just as lustful and needy.
You washed and dressed with a smile, convinced that today was going to be the day here you finally felt Ivar inside you. Even the sight of Ubbe at the front of Ivar's home didn't faze you and you grinned brightly as you approached him.
You only realized that something was wrong when you got closer and closer and Ubbe still didn't return your smile. The excitement you felt disappeared instantly.
"What's wrong, Ubbe? Is Ivar alright?" The door to the home was open so you tried to stand on your toes and see over the prince but he blocked your way by placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
"Ivar is alright, do not worry about him," Ubbe spoke solemnly as his lips drew into a thin line. Now you were even more concerned. "Look, there isn't an easy for to say this but Ivar has asked for another healer. He says he doesn't want you coming by anymore. I'm sorry, he wouldn't give me a reason why."
Your eyes widened in disbelief at Ubbe's words. Yesterday you had taken Ivar into your mouth and pleasured him until he saw stars. He touched you after, he was ready to kiss you. Now, he apparently didn't want to see you again. None of this made sense.
