Hunting Shadow
Pic by @ac-valhalla 😞🫶
Pairing: m!Eivor xreader /Havi! Eivor x f!reader
Word count: ~ 10k
Genre: smut with no plot, with questionable understanding
Notes: This had been brewig in my brain for YEARS and i wanted to get this out of there so I can go and concentate on work, but now it started an avalanche of thoughts and idieas and i hadn't written like this for fuck knows how long now so it was like my mind vomited it out all in one. It's midnight. I'm insane.
You glanced up from the caldron, as the door opened with a slow creak, the sunset running up the opposite walls with glowing light, blowing a fresh breeze towards you. Eivor appeared with long strides, his face staring grimly ahead – as if only his body was present, moving; his mind wandering in another world. Silently, without even looking at you, he closed the door behind him, shutting out the light from your house.
You pursed your lips as you studied your husband, neither of you moving from their spot, like two wolves sizing each other up before a fight. Eivor slowly lifted his blond head in your direction, but his blue eyes did not reflect his usual self. There was no radiance anywhere, no cheerful cloudless self of his, whom you wanted to run to, hug and kiss. Instead, a different kind of light shone through, one that made your muscles tense, your heart beat faster, and you had to look away before the man’s gaze burned into your soul.
“Where have you been?” You finally asked, taking a deep breath and turning back to the dinner you were preparing, trying to appear as indifferent as possible. “I was already afraid that I would have to open the door for you again in the middle of the night.” You tried to put on a playful smile.
Eivor watched you from the door for a moment longer, then humming, he walked over to the chest in the corner where he kept his weapons. Eivor knelt down with his back to you, and judging by the sounds, he was just disarming himself.
“I took care of important business today.” Eivor answered after a moment, in a bored voice. Turning to him, you waited, hoping he would continue his speech, but he remained silent. You took a deep breath, your jaw clenched.
“I understand.” Clutching the wooden spoon, you continued, trying to get the man to talk. You had had enough of this game. “I think you were in Cweornric again, checking that– ”
“In Repton. I needed to talk to someone,” Eivor cut you off tersely, as if he hadn’t even heard you speak.
Then something snapped inside you, you felt not only the contents of the cauldron boiling, but yourself as well.
You felt like you were running around the same circle with your husband again, as you had done so many times in the past weeks - maybe months. Like a wounded warrior who has lost his sword, taking his very last breath- the closeness of death making him deaf to the screeching of blades around him, lifting up his shield for the last time, not ready to surrender. But Eivor did not fight, and instead of an enemy, he pushed his clan away, from any approach. Anytime you wanted to get past the shield he held, Eivor defiantly pulled it higher, retreating further and further away from you.
Your conversations became superficial; even when he was at home, he answered briefly, in rhymes, never asking questions.
Instead of sitting around the fire in the evenings with his companions,he would wander alone, lost in darkness, deep in thought.
Your husband changed overnight and you had no idea what could have caused it.
Dropping the spoon into the meal, you stood up from the fire, spinning accusingly towards your husband.
“What’s going on, Eivor? Why are you so…so—” You raised your voice accusingly, feeling the pressure rising in your chest.
“So what?” the man growled back, finally turning to you, his eyes watching you darkly like a fox.
“You’re cold. You act like I’ve done you wrong, like you’re offended by me!” You blurted out.
Eivor frowned, the corners of his mouth quivering under his beard as Eivor stepped closer to you.
“Come again? Me?” Eivor’s voice was low, almost dangerous, as if daring you to repeat yourself. His presence was an invisible force pressing against you, but you would not back down, not this time.
“Yes, you!” You spat the words, your frustration bubbling over like the boiling stew behind you. “You left at dawn, and now you return with that… look in your eyes. You won’t even speak to me! What am I supposed to think?”
He tilted his head slightly, regarding you with that same unreadable stare. Then, slowly, Eivor exhaled through his nose and shook his head.
"You think I am offended?" His lips curled into something that was neither smile nor snarl. "No, lief. Rather, I am tired. And I am thinking."
You crossed your arms. "About what?"
Eivor hesitated, the silence stretching between you like a taut bowstring.
Eivor’s fingers twitched at his sides, his shoulders rising with an unseen weight. The golden flicker of the fire painted shadows across his sharp features, accentuating the furrow between his brows. You could see the battle raging behind his eyes, the way his lips parted, as if forming words he ultimately swallowed back down.
Finally, Eivor turned away, his hand raking through his blond mane as he exhaled again, slower this time, more deliberate.
"Matters of the past. Of the future." His voice was measured, but there was something else beneath it—something restrained.
Your arms tightened across your chest. "That is no answer, Eivor."
He stiffened, then let out a low, hoarse chuckle—not one of amusement, but of something deeper, something darker. "Isn't it?" Eivor turned back to you, his piercing blue gaze locking onto yours, sharper than steel, colder than the wind howling across the North Sea. "Some things are best left unspoken, wife."
Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. Eivor had never spoken to you this way before—not Eivor. Not the man you knew.
It was as if something else had slithered beneath his skin, something ancient and unfamiliar, yet wearing his face.
"Since when do you keep things from me?" you asked, your voice quieter now, but just as firm.
Eivor studied you for a long moment, his gaze dark and unfathomable. Then, without warning, he reached forward, his fingers ghosting over your wrist before gripping it gently. The touch sent a shiver up your arm—not from fear, but from the sheer wrongness of it, the touch feeling foreign, yet intriguing somehow.
"You would not understand," Eivor murmured, tilting his head, watching you like a puzzle he could not solve. "Not yet."
Your breath hitched. "Try me."
Eivor held your gaze, and for a brief moment, something flickered across his face—a wariness, an almost imperceptible struggle. But then, like the snap of a bowstring, it was gone. His jaw clenched, and Eivor let go of your wrist, stepping back into the dim firelight.
Eivor's retreating touch left a ghostly imprint on your skin, a whisper of warmth that did not belong to him—at least, not the person you knew. The fire crackled behind you, the scent of herbs and seared meat mingling with the heavy silence between you both. His presence had always been strong, unshakable, a pillar of warmth even in the coldest winters. But today, standing in the dim glow of your heart, he felt distant, like a shadow stretched too thin.
"I am not a child, Eivor," you said, forcing steadiness into your voice. "You cannot shield me from whatever weighs upon you. We have walked through storms together, fought beside one another. And now you say I would not understand?" Your eyes gleamed with confusion, fear - not from him, his strange behavior; but for him.
His jaw worked, wrestling words he did not wish to say. Then, finally, a slow breath escaped him. Eivor moved, almost lazily, to the long wooden table and placed his palms flat against its worn surface. His fingers curled against the grain of the wood, tension coiling in his knuckles.
"It is not about trust," Eivor murmured at last. "Nor is it about shielding you."
You took a careful step forward, watching him, waiting for the space between you to close—but it did not. He was here, yet elsewhere, lost in some unseen realm you could not reach.
"Then tell me what it is about."
Eivor's eyes flickered upward, catching yours in the dim firelight. There was something unreadable in them, something that sent a shiver down your spine. "There are things in this world, lief, that do not belong to the realm of men."
Your breath faltered, your heart aching like thorn cuts. "You speak in riddles."
A short, humorless chuckle left him, looking upon you, his gaze softened for a moment. "Perhaps that is all I have left."
You stared at him, searching for the man you knew—the man who had laughed beside you on summer mornings, who had held you close in the dark, whispering of brighter days ahead. But the weight in his gaze, the shadows in the curve of his mouth, spoke of something else entirely.
Something ancient.
Something weary.
A cold dread coiled around your ribs. "Eivor… what happened in Repton?"
Eivor hesitated, and that hesitation sent another crack through your composure. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed away from the table and stood tall once more. The air shifted with him, thick with something unspoken, something hovering just beyond your understanding.
"Nothing that concerns you," Eivor said finally, and the way he said it sent a pulse of anger through you.
"Everything about you concerns me," you countered. "You are my husband. Or have you forgotten that?"
His expression flickered—just for a moment. A chink in the armor. A hesitation that had not been there before. His brows furrowed in a pitiful manner, Eivor studied you like a griever looks upon the soiled up grave one last time.
But then it was gone, buried beneath the cool mask he now wore so well.
"I have forgotten nothing," he murmured, and the weight of those words settled between you, heavy and unresolved.
“I just….” You swallowed as you tried to sort out your swirling thoughts, your racing heart. Eivor might not have been himself these days, but you would stay true to your soul, no matter the cost. You didn’t want to dig a bigger hole between you two, you just wanted him to finally lead you out of the darkness you had followed him into. "I fear for you. I fear… for us. Something is not right, and I know you feel it too, deep in your soul."
Eivor's jaw clenched, his fist tightened, then loosened as Eivor ran a hand through his beard and turned away from you.
"Things will be set right soon, Lief." Eivor nodded to himself before stepping closer, taking your hands in his own. "Soon, the veil will be lifted from your eyes, I promise. I will be the one to remove it. You will understand everything—what is happening, what I am doing… for us. I swear to you, everything will be as it was. As we knew it."
He gently ran his thumb over your hand, then lifted it to his cheek and kissed each finger, his mustache tickling your skin.
"When, Eivor? I need my husband now." Your gaze flickered across his face, searching for something to hold on to before you slipped into the abyss.
"And your husband is right here. He never left." Eivor murmured, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The lines around his eyes softened as he looked up at you, but then, his gaze sharpened, shifting into something else—studious, intense, like a hunter examining his prey.
"Trust me." He continued, lifting a hand to your face. His palm was warm and calloused as it cupped your cheek, fitting perfectly against your skin.
You closed your eyes for a brief moment, letting his touch seep into you, allowing its warmth to bring a fleeting sense of calm to your heart.
"You know Eivor, words are just words." You sighed, resting your face in his palms. “They’re no heavier than the breeze that comes out of your lips when you blow a feather off of yourself.”
Eivor laughed deeply, his shoulders shaking, the small wrinkles around his eyes lengthening from his smile.
"Are you really afraid that I'm just talking to the air?" Eivor smiled at you slyly, and slid his palm from your face to your chin, squeezing it between his two fingers and pulling it closer to his face. “My Sweet Wife, you know me well, don’t you?” He asked slowly, softly, studying your face. “What do you think my answer to your doubts will be?”
Eivor leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered there as he drew you closer, the faint scent of pine and mead on his breath.
The familiarity of his touch, the way he held you, it was all so painfully familiar, yet something was off. His touch was a little too firm, his hold a little too tight. A hint of desperation in his grip as if he was clinging onto something too tightly, something fragile that could shatter at any moment.
You leaned into his embrace, savoring the feeling of being in his arms again. The familiar smell of his leathers, the feel of his beard against your skin; it was a comfort you thought you had lost, yet it all felt tinged with a strange sense of hesitation.
"Eivor," you said softly, your hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips. "Promise me, no more secrets. No more hiding."
Eivor's hand came to rest on top of yours on his chest, his thumb tracing an idle circle on the back of your hand.
No more secrets," he repeated, his gaze never wavering. "No more hiding."
His fingers tightened around yours for just a moment, a quick and almost involuntary reaction, before Eivor loosened his grip again and looked down at you. "You have my word."
There was a solemnity to his words that reassured you, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something hidden behind all of it. A shadow in his eyes that refused to be dispelled. You wanted to push for more, to press for the answers you sorely longed for, but you held back, for now, the fear of his retreating once again all too real. Instead, you reached up and tenderly brushed your fingers across his cheek, his beard scratching against your skin.
His gaze dipped to your touch, softening as he leaned into your hand. The tension in his shoulders eased, and for a brief moment, the hardened warrior seemed to melt away, replaced by a vulnerability you had almost forgotten about.
"I have missed this," He whispered, his voice low, gravelly. "Your touch.”
You felt something shifting around you, skin tingling, mind buzzing as Eivor tightened his hold on you, a hand sneaking to your middle. With a deep sigh Eivor bent down to your face giving your cheek a sweet kiss, then another to your jaw, then another to the junction of your neck, moving down to your pulse point. Sweet little lingering kisses, that send shivers down your spine, sparkles across your skin, beard tickling the thin skin, as Eivor pushed his nose into your hair. Inhaling deep, he pulled you closer to himself; humming with satisfaction.
As you closed your eyes you felt your muscles softening, body melting into his embrace, one hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. The familiarity of his body against yours made you shiver – love and trepidation filling you. You listened as his heartbeat thrummed against your ears, matching yours.
His hands were skimming across your back, the touch of his fingertips leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Eivor pulled you closer, his body molding against yours, as if trying to erase the distance that had grown between you. His breath was warm against your neck, and you could feel his muscles tense in his neck beneath your fingertips.
"My wife. My sweet wife." He groaned into your hair.
Lips moving, Eivor grazed your neck once more, until he reached your earlobe, taking it gently between his teeth and giving it a tender nibble. The sensation sent a wave of heat rushing through you, and you couldn’t help but gasp softly at the sudden stimulation.
"Eivor..." His name left your lips in a breathy sigh, your fingers tangling in his hair. The familiar way he touched you made your heart race, your body responding to him immediately.
“Tender as silk.” Eivor responded with another low groan, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you even closer to him. His lips traced a path down your neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin with newfound fever.
A soft whimper escaped you as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot, his beard scratching your collarbone. You couldn’t help but arch into his touch, every nerve, ablaze for him.
Eivor inhaled sharply through his nose, groaning to himself, like a starving man who, for the first time in weeks, could put bread into his mouth.
His hands moved over your hips, fingertips pressing into the thin fabric of your dress, grasping the material in his fist, he palmed your side, moving you by your hips to turn around. Facing away from him, Eivor pressed up against your back, his arms steady and warm sneaking around to hold your middle.
His body molding perfectly against yours as he pulled you back against his chest. One of his hands stayed tightly wrapped around your midriff, keeping you still, close to himself while his other hand began a slow, sensual journey down your curves.
His hand slid down your ribs, his touch sending a wave of heat through you. Eivor pressed his lips to your neck once more, beard scratching against your skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses and little nibbles, his path leading lower and lower, until he found the junction of your neck and shoulders.
He continued his journey, his hand moving lower as his lips pressed a wet trail along the column of your neck, breath hot against your skin. Finally his fingers reached your thighs, quickly giving a firm squeeze before throwing up the edge of your skirt onto his forearm with one swift move, sliding between your legs. You couldn't help but let out a sharp gasp at the feeling, after weeks of solitude his touch felt like burning embers against your skin.
His lips were at your earlobe, and you could feel his ragged breath against your skin, as if holding back his own passion by the thinnest of threads.
"I had you so long ago, lief...." Eivor murmured into your ear.
The huskiness of his voice made your heart skip a beat, the words almost a growl. His fingers were tracing feather-light patterns across your inner thigh, and you could feel your body responding to the touch, awakened after weeks of abandonment.
You twisted in his arms slightly, turning your head to look at him. His expression was wild, his eyes almost feral with desire as Eivor looked at you, as if he wanted to devour you whole. His gaze was a mixture of affection and need, his usual calm demeanor shattered by his burning eyes, nostrils flared, something wild swirling in him.
His hand gripped your hip tightly,fingers digging into flesh as if he was afraid you would slip away. Eivor grabbed your jaw firmly, muscles working above your soft skin as Eivor pushed your neck up, towards his face while lowering to you, capturing your lips in a demanding kiss.
It was deep and possessive, trying to claim your very breath, capturing your soul for himself. His tongue found yours, dancing in a familiar, yet heated exchange. Every inch of your body buzzed- a tightly coiled bow, ready to snap at any moment.
You felt his legs moving, feet nudging and pushing your heels forward, making you walk ahead as he maneuvered the both of you to the nearest wall, trapping you between cold wood and firm muscles.
His hand never left your thigh, grip almost bruising as he held you in place, his other hand sliding up to thread in your hair, holding you just where Eivor wanted you, angling your head up, only allowing you to look at him.
“Waiting for me for so long. You must be eager for your husband's warmth.” Eivor lisped against the corner of your mouth.
His lips left your mouth, and started trailing down your neck once more, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. His fingers gripped your hair, tugging gently to expose more of your neck, as his mouth found that one sensitive spot just beneath your ear, the one he knew by heart.
You couldn't stifle a soft moan as Eivor found his mark, his lips, teeth and tongue working magic, leaving you trembling and breathless in his arms.
Your fingers dug into his thighs, your body arching against him, trying to get even closer, fitting perfectly against his frame.
You felt your knees beginning to buckle, the onslaught of sensations sending your body reeling. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his hand slipped even higher, fingertips tracing the edge of your inner thighs. Every inch of your body was on fire, thought scattered, replaced by a desperate need for more of him, more of this.
Eivor leaned more of his weight against you, pressing you tightly against the wall, using his body as a prison, keeping you in place. His hand finally dipped beneath the fabrics of your smallclothes, fingers dancing over your soaked folds, and you couldn’t stop your body as it gave into him, hips rolling back to his hands, seeking more, needing more.
He chuckled, wet lips nuzzling into your neck as he mouthed into your skin.
“Impatient already, can’t wait out your turn; can you Sweet Wife?”
Having pity on you, Eivor slowly moved forward as he circled two fingers lazily over your clit.
A high pitched whine left your throat, spine arching, chest tightening, a jolt going straight to your cunt.
“Oh Gods, do not toy with me Eivor! Please!” You groaned, stomach hitching inside, your breath escaping with an uneven pattern.
A chuckling scoff hit your reddened skin, and as to mock you, he flicked your sensitive bud. “You do not order me, woman. I’ll have my way with you, like it or not.”
Your body quivered and you whined softly at the words being snarled at you.
Adding to his lazy, torturous ministrations Eivor turned back his attention to your folds, thumb coming to slick over them, parting and fidgeting over and over again.
You tried to turn your head to look at him, but his other hand grasped your hair, holding your head in place with an iron grip.
“No, no, no Sweet Wife. You’ll behave.” He tutted- so nauseously sweet.
Annoyed you huffed out a groan, eyes squeezing shut, sweat breaking out onto your forehead.
He slipped a finger into you and your cunt squelched loud. You would have yelped from the sudden pressure inside of you- skilled movements working your weeping hole, but you did not have time – his hand in your hair yanked your face to the side, soft lips latching onto yours, beard prickling your chin as Eivor sucked your bottom lip between his sharp canines.
He didn’t give time to adjust to the sudden changes– ring finger added to his thick middle; curling and pumping inside of you, mapping out your walls like he wanted to memorize the feeling of it all. His mouth; demanding and greedy - tasted your lips, your tongue, stealing your breath for himself.
“Almost forgot how warm you are on my fingers, how soft you are for me.” Eivor rasped between kisses, growls bubbling from his chest. “My sweet, sweet one. You still have your spell on my damned mind.”
His voice sounded gruffer, rougher, breathier than it used to, full of frustration and heat.
It scared you a little — was Eivor aiming his wrath from his battles at you, or was he always ever so carefully maneuvering the rage around you, turning it into an all-consuming lust?
But your cunt sang another song, your walls squeezing him harder with every curl of his fingers, hitting something deep and enticing within you.
“Show me how much you need me.” He demanded.
You felt the pressure reaching unbearable heights in your head and lungs, ready to bust open at any time now, your body balancing on the thinnest edge of madness and pleasure, as he kept pumping his fingers.
You mewled, legs shaking uncontrollably readying yourself for your climax, soft pants of his name babbling past your lips. Then without warning you snapped your head back, nape hitting his shoulders hard, as white heat spread through the entirety of your body; walls fluttering around his fingers.
You felt him still and then his arm wrapped around your chest from behind, pressing your back flush against himself. You were still trembling, your muscles weak from the powerful climax as Eivor held you close, his breathing ragged, face buried in your neck.
“That’s it wife, lose yourself in me as I am drowning in you. Feel the irresistible pleasure I can give you. See what I am capable of giving you.” He grunted, hot and wet into your ears.
Eivor withdrew his fingers from you, and before you could regain your breath, he had positioned his throbbing head between your legs. He pushed inside with one deep thrust, his hands gripping your hip, holding you in place as he began to move. His pace was quick and powerful, each thrust driving you closer to another peak as he started to chase his own release.
You screamed, throat running dry, vision getting blurry at the feeling of the bruising trusts, your swollen cunt unable to take more. Desperate for a little rest you tried to push away, fingers clawing at his forearm.
"Enough Eivor, I can't." You grunted.
"You can take more. You will take more." His words were hard, tone leaving no room for argument. The thrusts didn't slow down, and he held you tighter, not allowing you to escape. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans filled the room, his grip on your hip growing tighter.
Eivor was close, the pressure inside him building with each sharp thrust. It was allconsuming — the pleasure, the need for release becoming too much to bear. He was on the brink, and he was taking you with him.
“Sweet Wife, ‘so close, do you feel it?” Eivor snarled between gritted teeth.” I…need just.. a little bit more.” With a loud groan he gripped your flesh tighter, taking more and more to hold, te possess as his body tensed with the onslaught of an immense release. It was right there, lingering around the two of you, so tantalizingly close.
Eivor slammed into you one final time, and with a low growl, he finally let go. Eivor buried his face in your shoulder, his body shaking as he spilled himself inside you, his climax washing over him in intense waves, ropes of his seed filling you.
He held you close, both of you breathless and trembling as you came down from the high. The room was filled with a heavy, sated silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing. Eivor slowly lifted his head and looked down at you. Eivor brushed a strand of hair away from your face and traced his thumb over your cheek, a gentle gesture. He was still inside you, then he pulled back slightly, letting out a low groan at the sensation.
You whimpered, shaking weakly as he pulled out, your muscles paralyzed to hold your body upright anymore, knees buckling.
His arms going under your legs, Eivor gathered you in his arms, the touch gentle but firm.
He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and setting you down, body sinking into the softness of the blankets.
"I..." You croaked, unable to take deeper breaths.
Eivor silenced you with a delicate hand on your cheek, his touch soothing. He moved to lie down beside you, his body pressing against yours. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, pressing your body against his chest.
Eivor held you close, your head resting on his chest, nestled in the crook of his neck. The sound of his breathing filled your ears, a calming rhythm that slowly helped to calm your ragged breathing. Eivor ran his hand softly up and down your back, his fingers ghosting across your skin in soothing circles.
He was quiet, just holding you, letting you rest and recover from the ordeal as Eivor could hear your heartbeat, beginning to slow, the adrenaline slowly leaving your system. His words were soft when he finally spoke, voice a low rumble in his chest.
"Breathe, my love. Just breathe." He whispered, his hand continuing its gentle strokes across your back. Eivor nuzzled his face against your hair, his beard tickling your forehead. He was still breathing heavily himself, but his main focus was on you, his touch tender, offering comfort and reassurance.
"You are so strong, enduring all my demands and fulfilling my expectations." Eivor hummed with satisfaction. “You did so well…so well.”
"We never....." You groaned, swallowing, as you tried to gather your throat. "You never had me like that before." He chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath you. It was true, he had never taken you with such intensity before. He had seen you come undone many times, but this had been different. Intense, wild, primal.
"No, I suppose I have not." He finally said, his voice low and deep. He could still feel his body thrumming with eagerness. Eivor felt the overwhelming power of the moment, the control he had over you. And a part of him relished in it, the feeling of dominance, of being the one in command. And truth was; he loved it, and he would take you again, and again, and again.
He pulled you closer, his hand gripping your waist tighter, as if to make sure you wouldn't escape. Eivor nuzzled his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "The way you submitted to me, the trust you put in me, it was intoxicating." He whispered in your ear. His words were soft, almost gentle, but there was an avid edge to them. Eivor spoke like a man who had claimed something precious, something that was now his and his alone. And in that moment, he felt like he had owned you.
"You speak like I have never heard you speak before.” You breathed, blinking up at him, unsure of his words.
Eivor was silent for a moment, his hand still stroking your back. He was considering his words carefully, trying to find the right way to explain the growing change he himself had barely noticed. There was a darkness inside him, a rampant violence that was growing stronger it would seem. He had always suppressed it, or at least he had thought he had, but lately it had become more palpable, more demanding. He had never let it have free reign... not until that night.
"I fear I have repressed my baser instincts for far too long. Perhaps I have been too gentle, too restrained." Eivor said at last, voice gruff and deep. He could feel the urge bubbling just beneath the surface, like a predator ready to pounce. It was a part of him he had kept locked away for so long, but now it was struggling to break free, like a caged wolf desperate for freedom. Eivor knew he should be horrified by the thrust to control and subdue, but instead it excited him.
You raised an eyebrow at his words, her fingers stilling on his chest. The change in his tone, the gruffness in his voice made her body tingle, heartbeat quickening. You had always known there was a shadow in him, a force that he kept tightly under wraps. Now, it seemed that drive was threatening to break free, and it was terrifying.
"Eivor. What are you talking about? Too gentle? I do not understand you. All this time, what I saw, what I came to love was....restriction from your side?"
"Perhaps. Restraint, yes. I have always held back a part of myself, a darker part. A part that would have been too ruthless, too violent. I have kept it at bay, not wanting to scare you. But lately it has grown more demanding, more insistent." Eivor admitted, his voice low and rough. He held you tightly, his grip almost stinging, clinging as if he were afraid to lose you. He nuzzled his face in your hair, taking comfort in your familiar scent.
You could sense the tension in his body, the way he was holding you tighter than before. There was a rawness in his voice, a roughness that sent a shiver down your spine. Eivor had always been a man of control, of restraint, but now it was as if those qualities were slipping away, replaced by something dangerous.
"Your words scare me, Eivor. Have I lost my husband? Who are you?”
Eivor frowned, looking down at you, like a teacher at his dull pupil. "No. You have not lost me. I am still your husband, your lover. But there is a part of me that is changing, growing stronger. I can feel it, like a beast inside me that is hungry for more than just affection, for more than just gentleness. It wants to claim, to possess, to rule. And you brought out that part of me."
With those words, Eivor rolled you onto your back, hovering over you, his body pressing you into the mattress. His eyes were burning with a fierce intensity, his hand gripping your hip, almost painfully. Eivor looked down at you, his gaze greedy and untamed. His other hand came up, his fingers ghosting over your cheek.Your breath caught in your throat, his body looming over you, gaze fierce. A trembling breath left your lips as his words sank in your mind, watching the bottomless hunger and ferocity take hold of his gaze. Body coiling tight with tension, fingers grasping you with bruising pressure.
He looked like a rabid wolf that stalked its prey, and now was about to shred it to pieces without much care. His eyes flickered over your body, breath coming in shallow pants as he measured you up.
Without waiting much, Eivor pushed your legs apart, kneeling between your trembling thighs; grabbing your left leg, lifting it until he could place it on his shoulder.
His gaze dark and measured, roamed over your body, every curve exposed for him. He slid his other hand over your side, following your hips and thighs, down to your knee, where he gripped your skin, pushing it outwards, keeping it pressed on the bed.
Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The way he was looking at you, it sent chills down your spine. He was no longer the gentle, loving husband you had known for so long. This was a side of him that you had never seen before.
His eyes draped over your cunt, already aching again- for his touch, for the fullness Eivor creates in you so well.
His eyes linger on your cunt, the sight of you so open and exposed for him stirring that primal part of him once again. Eivor couldn’t hold back any longer. He could feel his body heat up, his muscles coiled tight with the urge to take, to claim.
"Looks like your hole still weeps for me, Lief." Eivor hissed teeth gritted."
His gaze darkened as his hand ran down your leg , from your knee, to your inner thigh, until he could cup your aching cunt. His touch was firm, almost possessive, and his fingers teased your sensitive flesh, making you squirm with need. His voice was low and rough as he spoke, the words a demand.
"Who do you belong to, Lief?" Eivor rasped, his fingers still moving tantalizingly against your core.
His touch was a heady mix of pleasure and possessiveness, his fingers gently teasing you, almost maddeningly slow. He could feel your breathing change, growing shallow and quick - could see desire in your eyes. He was in control, his every touch and word a deliberate act of domination. He waited for your response, his eyes locked with yours, his fingers still languidly stroking you.
"Answer me, Sweet Wife. Who do you belong to?" Eivor asked again, his voice rougher now, his fingers wandering back to your knees..
"Is this what you have become?" You said it with a tremble in your words as you looked up to him. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, his eyes burning into yours, selfish and demanding.
“Are you a beast now? A man consumed by lust, consumed by desires that know no bounds?”
His eyes narrowed at your words, rage stirring within him. Eivor could feel his blood pounding in his veins, his desire for you growing even stronger, if that was possible. He was a hunter, and you were his prey, there was no doubt in that.
He growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on your knees. His eyes flashed, the beast within him rising to the surface. Eivor was not a man, not in that moment, he was a feral animal, driven by instincts and desire so strong it was more a savage impulse than a need. His voice was a deep, animalistic rumble when he spoke, every word a command, not a suggestion.
"Maybe that's what I've always been, deep down, lurking in the shadows. And maybe you've awoken it from its slumber, my love. Maybe you've set free the beast that has been chained for so long." His words hung heavy in the air, his voice a low, dark whisper. Eivor was still touching you, his hand still groping your leg.
"But I'm not going back to my cage, my love. I can't. "His voice almost strangled, as if the words were being torn from him. "This newfound power, this burning need, I can't push it back down. And I don't want to. Not when it feels so good. And to have you trembling beneath me again."
His grip was firm, almost commanding, and you could not escape his hold as he repositioned your body. Eivor was moving with a certainty and a strength that you had never seen before, his every movement filled with frenzied heat.
“So much like a beast, bloodthirsty animal.” You grunted, heart hammering in your throat.
His eyes flickered with a feral gleam as you spoke, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. Eivor took your challenge and ran with it, his hand gripping your knees even tighter as he pulled you hard against him.
“Is that what you want, Lief? You want me to take you like the beast I have become?”
The room was heavy with the intensity of the moment, the air crackled with the raw, savage energy that was coming off of him in waves. His breaths came in quick, heavy pants, and his fingers dug into your soft flesh. “So be it, you will have your beast of a husband.”
His smile stretched into a dark grin. Eivor growled your name, his voice rough with hunger, and then he was on you.
He moved with a quickness and grace you had never seen before, with a hard pull Eivor tossed you closer to his heavy cock.
With one precise move, he angled his hips towards your cunt, and without the need of his arms he sank into you, deeper than before.
"Ahh" He groaned, eyes closing. His head snapped down as Eivor struggled for words, a low guttural groan of pure pleasure leaving his lips once more.
He took a second, as if he had to gather himself or he'd lose all of it to the lust, his teeth gritting and his eyes closed, but with a deep, long groan he opened them again, his eyes on you and you alone.
His fingers dug hard, leaving bruises on your skin. He withdrew a little, then thrusted into you hard, his groan muffled as Eivor bit down on his own lips. He held there, still as though he was trying to regain his composure. Or maybe he was simply breathing you in, his fingers drawing into your skin, marking you up.
"Mine, mine, mine" He groaned, as Eivor repeated the word again and again, like a prayer, like a mantra, words whispered from the cover of the sunlight. Eivor was buried inside you, filling you completely, rocking into you with a slow, grueling rhythm.
His grip was still fierce, fingers digging into your hips, as he pulled you closer to him, lifting you slightly off the bed. Eivor was panting, breathing heavy and rough, but he was fully in control now, his movements steadier. Eivor looked down at you, his eyes dark and sharp, and then he leaned forward, pressing deeper into you with a low moan.
"So, tight. So good." He gasped, barely recognisable to your ears. His pace was steady, deep plunges, his focus entirely upon you, upon the way your body yielded to him.
His eyes slid closed, his head thrown back as he moved inside you, the feeling of you wrapped around him nearly sending him over the edge. His hands gripped even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, marking you, making you his. Eivor was lost in the moment, consumed by the feeling of your walls squeezing and milking him. And you were giving yourself to him, surrendering to his touch, his words, his wants.
You weren’t even sure you were still breathing. You felt like you were nothing but sensation, played like an instrument at the whim of him. He moved inside you, his thrust hard and deep, his voice as much of a song as a hot brand. Your body was yielding, responding to his every move, and you could feel the heat building, cooling inside of you, an inferno of pleasure and torture.
He continued moving inside you, his pace more insistent, growing hungry. You could feel him everywhere, the lines of his veins, his velvet tip pushing and prodding your walls; pleasure wrapped around you, like a suffocating blanket yet so welcoming. The thrusts became more intense, more demanding, as he sought to bury himself deeper and deeper inside you.
You could feel the tension building, bliss coiled like a serpent, squeezing, rapturing. The sensations were growing stronger, a whirlwind of pleasure and desire building to a fever pitch inside of you. The room felt like a blur around you, the only clear point of focus being Eivor and the way Eivor was claiming you, body and soul.
You arched into him, body trembling with each thrust, my mind a hazy, blissful mess.
"You'll come for me, love." He pushed in again, hard and deep, his pace relentless. You felt consumed by him, mind a maelstrom of sensation, each one magnified tenfold.
And then, just as you felt you'd erupt, Eivor pulled back, his movements slow, trying to draw out the moment.
Panting he pressed his temple against your leg, that he held to his shoulder, teeth pressing into the damp flesh. You immediately felt the ebbing of your pleasure, replaced by a sharp, aching pain. You couldn’t help, but whimper at the loss of fullness, legs trembling, skin ablaze. The firm bite he gave to your skin left you shivering, fingers gripping into the blanket below you body.
"Look at you now." Eivor chuckled. "Defiant, entitled and angry not so long ago. And look at you now. Pathetic little mess, so willing now to do as I please." With pity in his eyes and a cruel smirk on his lips he seized you up.
His words stung, you wanted to deny them, to be defiant again, but your mind was too hazy, body throbbing, aching for more.
You hated the way Eivor looked at you, like he had won, like he owned you.
He moved back between your legs,his body taunt and ready for more, his hands gripping your hips as he pushed back into you.
"You see," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "You fight me because you're strong, I break you because I am stronger." With a hard, deep thrust Eivor punctuated his words as he groaned.
"You submit to me because you want release, and I give you pleasure because I know how to play you." He looked down at me, his eyes held a dark shine in them, face twisted in a cruel smirk. "You think you are free, my love. But you are not. You are in my hold, in every way possible.”
It felt like you were drowning, suffocated in his embrace, yet somehow also alive, body responding to his every touch with an almost shameful eagerness. He knew you, knew what pleased you, and he used that knowledge like a weapon, stripping away your defences with every stroke. He was a storm, a force of nature.
He kneeled up, still holding my legs, as Eivor rocked his hips forward slightly, his tip nudging your entrance. You whined, arching and writhing, glossy eyes looking up at him, pleading.
"Look at you now" he growled, his voice low and husky, "So desperate for me."
Eivor took his time, his movements slow and tantalising, each thrust deliberate and calculated to drive you wild. Eivor was teasing you, holding you on the edge of pleasure, refusing to give you more than he wished to, pulling that cord just the right ways to make you crumble under his power. You whimpered, body aching with need, eyes pleading. But he just watched, his eyes hard and cold. He was enjoying this, enjoying the power he had over you, the control he held.
He held you there, teased you, taunted you, his tip just grazing your entrance, but never giving you enough to satisfy.
“Please…” You whispered, voice cracking. You were tired of holding up, unable to bear it anymore; this torturous pleasure - the unbearable denial.
"Please..." He repeated, chewing the words like it was foreign to him. "Begging gets you nowhere with me, Lief." Eivor chuckled, pushing back in with one hard thrust, then pulling out again immediately.
You cried out, back arching off the bed as he filled you for an all too short instant, the left you empty once more.
"Please" You whimpered again, voice raspy. You hated him in that moment, hated the way he was making you beg, the way he was drawing this out. But you hated yourself more, for the fact that you were begging, for the fact that you wanted him so badly, that you needed him to complete you.
"You act like you are above me. That you know the way better than I do." Eivor continued as he pushed in again, hitting deep, just to pull out once more. Each hard and long thrust punctuating his words. "But Lief , you forget who you are facing. You need guidance just as the rest of us."
"You can never admit, can you?" He grunted. "Too pridefull for that. But...maybe that is why I married you. Saw a worthy challenge in you. See who caves first." He licked your thighs, tongue drawing quick circles after his teeth pinched your skin.
You shook your head, words failing. His tongue on your skin felt like a sweet torture, a tantalising pleasure that only intensified the need burning within you.
He chuckled then, a low, deep sound that echoed in the room. "It's ironic, isn't it?" he purred. "The woman who's so good at taking charge, suddenly reduced to a needy, wanton mess just because of me."
He continued his snippy thrusts and with a growl Eivor pushed in deep, walls parting, contracting against size, tip hitting a tantalizing spot, as he stayed buried for a time.
A gasp felt your lips as you felt him filling you, more than you thought possible. Body convoluted, walls clamping around him, not wanting to let go. And he stayed there, unmoving, stretching, the tip teasing a tender spot that sent waves of pleasure through your body.
You could feel yourself slowly coming undone, body trembling, mind foggy with want, yet Eivor still held you there, refusing to give you relief, enjoying the way you squirmed, the sound of your whimpres. Trying to form words, to beg him to move, to give you the satisfaction you needed, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He looked down at you then, eyes glowing dangerously, face unreadable, his smirk getting wider, wolfish.
"Do you want to come, my love?" he purred, his voice taunting. You could barely nod, the words stuck in your throat, your body straining against the pleasure he was holding just out of reach.
Eivor chuckled again, the sound like a rough rub of gravel. "All you have to do," he said, his voice soft and sultry, "is give in."
He withdrew slightly, walls clenching around him, trying to pull him back in, but he held back, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "How long will you let this continue, my Sweet Wife?" he chuckled, "You want to come, but you are just too stubborn to admit it. To do what I say."
You shook your head, but the movement was weak, half-hearted. You were teetering on the edge, but you held back, pride refusing to let you give in, even if your body screamed for release.
"Alright then." He groaned, a frown appearing between his brows. Without subtlety he pulled out again completely, throbbing cock slapping back to his navel. A cry, a short sob slipped from your lips, tears rolling down your cheeks as you felt the emptiness after him, the bubbling, pleasure fading away. "We stay here until you come to a better mind." Eivor declared, as he pushed his cock to my slick, just resting there.
Whimpering you threw your head back, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, the emptiness he left filled you with cold, hollow pain. You felt exposed, the edge of your orgasm having been snatched away cruelly for so long now, leaving you frustrated and desperate.
His cock lay against you, the heat and throbbing tantalising, just out of reach.
"You're so stubborn." Eivor growled, his voice thick with frustration. He didn't sound angry, but almost...amused, like a cat playing with a mouse. "Even in this state you refuse to listen to me, to admit that I am the wiser one. But you are so stubborn, so blind." His hand grasped your jaw tenderly, his thumb swiping your tears away, sky blue eyes dim with clouds. "But I will break you, one way or another."
It felt strange to you, two worlds seemed to collide in him, actions and words contradicting each other as he was trying to comfort you with his caressing. In the back of his eyes, a soft gleam lingered in the harsh darkness. He was determined to break you, to mold you to his wishes, but beneath the ruggedness there was another thing. His lust. His enjoyment of this dance, this cat and mouse play he made you do. Eivor was enjoying having this control, to do whatever he wanted - this delicate dance, between dominance and submission, between surrender and power; the power he had in bringing you to this point.
"I can give you everything you need right now. I'll make you feel pleasure you never felt before, Sweet wife." Eivor murmured, looking down at you. "I'll do it, under one condition."
You felt a lump in your throat. A deal was forming, and you had no idea what part you will get from it, if you can even fight against it. Staying silent you waited for the conditions he was about to present.
He nodded, more to himself than to you as you were willing to obey his commands so far. "The condition is this." Eivor said softly, his voice deep and seductive. "You submit to me, fully and completely. You give yourself to me, in every way. You submit yourself under my care, my judgement from now on, having full trust in your husband, at is. And in return, I'll give you everything you need, everything you want."
You could feel a flutter in your chest, heartbeat quickening at his words. What of this sudden change, this need to have everything and everyone under his grasp, to move and place like chess pieces on the board. Throughout your marrige he had always been confident in your decidions, giving the rein into your palms to maneuver. Why this struggle then?
You squirmed under his hold, hips arching, twisting slightly, a rush of heat spreading throught you.
“And what if I refuse?” You challenged, but there was no edge in your voice, only caution.
His smile widened, a hint of cruelty in it. "Then I'll keep you like this, on the edge, just out of reach, until you change your mind. I'll keep you here, begging for me, for the satisfaction I can give you, until you realize how good it feels to submit to me. You'll want nothing more than to give in, to let me take care of you,to be under my care, forever now…"
You closed your eyes - body trembling, mind racing with thoughts.
"It's up to you my love." Eivor purred, his words like honey, nauseatingly sweet on the tongue, smothering strong. "You can stay stubborn, defiant, and be denied of all the things I could be capable of giving you. Or you can give in, submit to me, and you will be rewarded in ways you never thought possible."
His voice was an enticing melody- words like a siren's song.
"Well my love?" he said, his voice still gentle. "What will it be?"
You felt torn, mind warring with itself. Submitting to him felt like giving up, accepting this harsh side of him that you wanted to do nothing with. Yet, above all Eivor was the man you bind your soul to, he was the one who ought to protect and guide you in your life together. And so far, he kept that promise, even when all odds were against him, he did not waver.
“I…I yield.” You whispered, the words quiet, but firm.
His eyes lit up at your words, a wide, pleased grin spreading across his face. "Wise choice, my sweet wife." Eivor purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let me take care of you."
Leaning back on his heels, sweat-damped arms sneaking around my knees on the bed, he lifted it up with ease, placing it onto his other shoulder, now both legs captured, in his hold; hauled up in the air, making you unable to see him properly.
You felt exposed suddenly - it was as if you had become even more naked, despite the fact that every surface of your skin was exposed to him.Legs pressing onto his shoulders, your hips off the bed, Eivor had you completely at his mercy like this, unable to move, to get away. He took both of your shins into his hold, his other hand coming down to lone himself up to you.
You closed your eyes, body tensing with anticipation, your mind a blur of desire and fear. You could feel his tip teasing your weeping hole again, rubbing but not quite entering. You felt his free hand grip your legs harder, fingers digging into your skin, pulling your closer to him, making you cry out softly.
Eivor pressed forward, slowly, almost gently, allowing you to adjust to his size. He was almost loving, the way he looked at you, but there was still a sense of power and dominance in his touch, in the way he held you down. You could feel him filling you, stretching you, and you whimpered. The pain was there, but it was quickly overshadowed by the pure bliss of his touch. Eivor grunted as he pushed deeper, his breathing becoming more ragged.
He started moving, slowly at first, pulling back and then pushing in again. Each stroke was deliberate, precise, as if he was exploring every inch of you. You were lost in the sensations, the pleasure and the pain, and you felt as if you were drowning in him. He didn't rush, taking his time, moving in slow, measured thrusts, each one punctuated with a low groan of pleasure. You clenched around his member, your body trembling, mind reeling.
His pace began to quicken, his hold on you tightening as he picked up speed. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your bodies, mixed with your moans and breaths. He grunted with each thrust, his movements becoming more desperate, more possessive. You could feel yourself on the edge again, your body clinging to him, trying to pull him deeper, to hold him inside longer. Eivor growled possessively, his grip on you almost bruising by now as he slammed into you, his rhythm quickening until you were sure you were going to break.
You could feel the tension coiled tight inside your core, the pressure building as you teetered on the edge of orgasm, so close yet not quite there. His name fell from your lips like a chant, desperate and pleading. You could feel the heat of his body against your skin, the way his muscles strained as he held you, his breathing heavy and ragged. Eivor slammed into you again, and you cried out, body convulsing as the first wave of orgasmic bliss washed over you. He groaned, his hold on you tightening as he followed after.
Eivor rode the wave with you, hid body spasming as he groaned your name, his release so intense, he looked pained. The orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, drowning and all-consuming, as his grip held you there. You could feel him inside of yourself, filling you, his seed seeping into you.
He held you to his body, trembling, breathing ragged, as Eivor came down from his orgasm.
As the pleasure subsided, Eivor gently unhooked your legs from his torso, placing them down onto the mattress, with a care that opposed his previous deeds. He leaned over you, his body close, arms holding most of his weight above you. Looking down at you, a smile played on the corner of his lips, but now, his eyes wrinkled beside them; gifting you a genuine smile, true to his old self.
You lay there, panting, your body feeling boneless and loose. You felt his finger trailing down your face, his touch soft and gentle now. A far cry from the rough, demanding grip Eivor had on you moments ago. Looking up at him, your eyes glazed with calmness and comfort, body still trembling slightly.
His expression was unreadable, but there was a warmth in his eyes, a tenderness that hadn't been there before. He reached down, stroking your hair, his fingers running through it gently. He was taking care of you, in a way he hadn't done that night.
He leaned forward, his lips pressing against your forehead in a tender kiss. "You did well, my Sweet Wife." Eivor murmured, his voice soft, his words a low rumble. He didn't sound like the same person who had been commanding you before, or the person who had brought you to this torturous delight. Now he was gentle, caring, almost loving.
You couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through your body at his words, his touch.
You wanted to say something, to tell him how you were feeling, what you felt all through this night, but you simply lay there, eyes closed, body too exhausted to speak.
He moved aside, laying next to you on the bed, his body so close you could feel the heat of his skin. Eivor pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest, his fingers stroking your hair softly. His scent was strong, his musk mixed with sweat and sex. It was so intoxicating, and you found yourslef pressing closer, wanting to bask in it.
You could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong against your ear, his hold on you was steady, comforting, like he was trying to make up for his earlier roughness. He held you like you were something precious, something to be cared for; that he lost a long ago, and was determind to never let it go ever now. You couldn't help but feel a sense of safety in his arms, a sense of belonging.
Eivor didn't say anything, just held you there, his breath warm against your skin. You felt yourself drifting off, the warmth and the comfort of his embrace lulling you into a state of contentment. As you began to lose consciousness, you could've sworn you heard him murmur something, his voice barely audible, but warm and loving. “My Sweet Frigg.”
