I am so, so sorry this took so long. Havenât been in the best mood lately and lost motivation to write. But I got a little baby birdie the other week, he is three weeks old now and I am in a better mood.
So here is the Viking!nikto hc (or half story, I donât really know where I was going with this but I tried) Sorry if it isnât how you hoped/would have liked.
WARNINGS: Non-con?/dub-con?/kidnapping/unwanted touching/murder/blood/mention of slavery?(They are Vikings after all)/mention of rape(not directed at âuserâ)/piv.
Again, deeply sorry it took so long. And forgive me if any mistakes in the writing
Nikto wasnât a kind man, killed many too much people in times that wasnât needed. But the king always forgave the violent Viking, he was a good fighter after all, he would be needed in raids or wars to come.
Despite his often violent actions, he was quite popular amongst the women. He had a good body, he was strong, a good fighter and he was decently good looking, and he was just really good with sex. So it wasnât a surprise to know he had most likely fucked half the women in his village. After all, who is he to deny a woman that comes to him asking for some pleasure?
He often had sex to release some of his pent up anger which seemingly spawns out of nowhere, in a less violent way. He had a few acquaintances, he wouldnât dare call them friends, he just tolerated them the most. So he was well known in his village for being a woman pleaser and a skilled fighter.
He enjoyed the attentionâ not all of it, he hated when too much attention was on him. He only wanted people to know who he was, what he has done, and fear him. Nothing more than that. But he didnât mind the attention from the women, he loved that, and he thrived in it, knowing that he can always get a woman to let him pound his cock into.
That was until that one, fatal day. The day where he was no longer the same personâ fuck, he didnât even know who he was anymore. He could barely feel his hands that much anymore, his face felt stiff, the skin melted together in parts, burnt. His body littered in scars, burn marks from when they had thrown a torch onto him. His face, he doesnât even want to look at it. Hates seeing it in the reflection in the lakes he cleans himself in, hated seeing the fact that his mouth was in a permanent snare.
He would do anything, take all the pain in the world, if it meant his face would be normal again. He doesnât even know how he is alive, he swore he had died that day, he wishes he did, then maybe he would have been spared this life of pain and humiliation.
Itâs funny how much scars can change someone, mentally and physically. He heard things, people, more than one, or is there just one? He doesnât know. He doesnât know what he wants anymore, the peace of death or the feeling of killing someone with his bare hands again, both sound pleasing.
He didnât get much attention from women that much more, often times they looked disgusted or scared. It was funny in a way, how people easily give up on someone after their looks change. He canât blame them tho, he would be disgusted too. The men didnât seem to care that much for it, they seemed quite pleased in a way, they got more women after all.
So he wears a mask to cover his face, save him the humiliation. It was uncomfortable but he got used to it quickly, it put more weight onto his body as it was metal. But he felt comforted in a way, the mask was now his face, less gruelling, less hideous.
Kill, Kill, Kill. That was the only thing going through niktoâs mind, kill them all, his axe piercing through a manâs back as the pain had tried to run, blood pooling out of his mouth as he drops to the floor. Nikto chest rising fast and heavy, his eyes wide and pupils small in an almost animalistic way. He loved this, the blood, the screams, the horror of it all.
On to the next, another man dead, another life taken by niktoâs hands, or axe in other words. Blood splattered on his mask, hands and axe dripping with it, the ground red as screams go off around him. A raid, he loved them, loved destruction, loved the fear in the peopleâs eyes as Vikings raid their land, taking the women and some of men to use as slaves, slaughtering the people that resided here.
Nikto wasnât really into all the kidnapping shit, he was there for the death, none of the rape and slavery stuff. He wanted to kill people thatâs all, thatâs the only thing he is good at. But when he saw you, something changed in him, he completely forgot about the man he was currently killing, his axe logged into the manâs side as the man cries in pain on the ground. He couldnât take his eyes off of you, you were.. beautiful. Okay, maybe not the number one beautifulest person, but on the Gods you were the beautifulest he has seen.
You were different, instead of crying and pleading on your knees like the other women, you had a knife in your hand, stabbing it into the neck of one of his village buddies who was trying to grab you. I mean, sure, he has seen women kill in his village, a lot actually, a couple were in on the raids. But it was different coming from you, you dressed differently from the women in this village he was raiding, you looked odd compared to the other women.
You were trying to protect yourself and get out of the village, but the other people that were running were in your way. He never found the idea of taking a woman for himself that pleasing, he used to get them all the time, but that was years ago, when he actually had looks. But Gods be dammed if he was going to let this opportunity go. Taking his axe and logging it through the manâs skull, shutting him up.
Walking over to you, his eyes locked onto your form and yours only, pushing some of the people out of the way, he needed to get to you, it was as if his body willed him to do that and that only. He watched as you saw him at the last second, turning around and trying to stab him. But completely failed as he snatched your wrist, he picked you up hoisted your body over his shoulder, as if you weighed nothing. You didnât! Not much to him anyway, you were easy to carry. If he ignored your squirming around and your fists hitting his back that is.
Oh, oh you were perfect, perfect for him, if only you would stop screaming and crying that is. He is going to give you a good life, back at his small house tucked away in the trees, away from the village, but in his home. A little trophy you were, a feisty one that is, but hey, he always liked a bit of a challenge.
Tho he hadnât anticipated the fact that you wouldnât be used to the weather in his village, it was almost winter, and soon snow would cover every part of ground. Back where he had saved you kidnapped you you didnât have snow, you had cold weathers but not this cold. You were freezing your ass off, teeth chattering and fingers numb.
Nikto and his horrible ability to look after anything that is alive, he forgot to get you extra clothes for your small, weak body. You had gotten sick within the first week. And now nikto had to go back to the village and try to get some herbs and thicker clothes to keep you warm, he wouldnât want his slave to die just yet.
Thankfully he had managed to help you over your sickness, getting you back to health. Tho, that is where the problems started. He kept his house warm, gave you thick clothes and even offered to help you warm up (tired to have sex with you). He fed you, decently enough. He kept you warm, gave you a house to live in, didnt try and force himself on you yet. didnât give you your own bed sadly, you had to share one with him. But other than that, he had given you everything you could have possibly needed!
So this is how you repay him, by smashing the leg of the wooden chair that was in his house over his head when he had came through the front door. Using the fact he had stumbled over and grabbed the back of his head in pain as your advantage, and running out the door. Stupid thing to do.
A man like him only had so much patience, and he just happens to have little of it. But he had tried to be patient with you, he was slow with everything, didnât go overboard with touching you, even tho he wanted nothing more then to stuff his fat cock into your cunt the moment he saw you.
So why did you have to run? Had he not given you enough stuff to keep you here? Had he done something wrong? Possibly not! He saved you from that stinky village you were in, saved you from working at that farm, around shit and mud. Given you a home to do nothing, no work, nothing but to please him in.
He had asked himself as he trailed after you, did you really think you could get away from him? Or were you just stupid? He could see your footprints in the show, trailing out into the forest. His head was bleeding, making his shirt become dark coloured, and he felt a bit dizzy. You had a strong hit, that was for sure, left a painful ache in his head. He couldnât let you get away with that, no, not after everything he has done for you.
It was easy to find you, well you gave him a bit of trouble, you had gotten pretty far in the amount of time you left, farther then he thought you would make it. But he knew the forest well, knew where everything was, knew where to look, so it didnât take him long.
You had run though the cold forest, the snow slowing you down a bit, luckily it wasnât that thick, because holy fuck it was hard to run in it. You were panting, lips turning blue and face stinging, it was freezing and the wind didnât help. You didnât even know where you were running, but you didnât care, as long as it got you away from that lunatics place.
Did he really think you were going to stay there? Think you were going to fold and bend over for him since he gave you food and clothes? By the Gods no, absolutely not. You couldnât even understand him! Only the simple words he knew how to say so you would understand, âeatâ âsleepâ âstayâ and a couple others.
You hated it there, he was creepy and old, a stinky old man! That is what he was, forcing you to lay in the same bed as him, wrapping his arms around you so you are immobilised and unable to move. Having to feel his strong chest up against your back, breathe against your shoulder as it passed through the mask he wore. Hands occasionally moving to touch your thighs or to straight up grope your tits
Not to mention when he baths you, he was kind enough to warm the water by boiling it but that wasnât the point! You had tried to argue with him, tried to tell him to get out of the room or to turn around so he wouldnât see you. Which he definitely understood what you meant but didnât care, forcing you into the wooden tub, naked and exposed. Luckily you had managed to convince him to let you clean yourself instead of him doing it.
Like hell you were going to stay in that place, he even had this weird dog looking thingâ definitely wasnât a dog. But you didnât know what it was, but it was just as creepy and scary as him. And it stunk! Talk about being related to a mutt, no wonder they got along. But this wasnât the time to think of that, you had to run, get away remember?
Yes, that is what you were supposed to do, run, escape and never return to that maniacs hut. You werenât supposed to feel a hand grab the back of your neck, nor being thrown into the snowy ground as a tall figure stands over you. This wasnât how itâs supposed to go! Why canât the Gods give you at least some luck? Did you upset them with something? Because you would beg and plead for how ever many years itâll take if it meant theyâll spare you from the absolute, horrifying glare this man is sending you.
He was pissed, no, more than that, the man looked like he was about to rip you apart limb to limb. You wanted to take back what you didâ say that youâll be good and please him if it meant he wouldnât drag you back by your hair and chain you up outside his place like you were a dog, out in the freezing snow with noting back a thin, stinky, dress. You really do wish you hadnât done that, should have waited longer maybe, when he wasnât in the house.
But no, now you were suffering the consequences. At least he didnât beat you to death like you half expected he would have done when he had dragged you back, tho you half wish he would if it meant he wouldnât leave you outside for hours in the snow until it felt like your limbs were about to fall off.
You were so, so cold, lips bluish purple, hands numb and you could barley feel your feet! His house was mere feet away, but you couldnât get to it, the chain around your neck keeping you tired down to a wooden stake outside. Your eyes half lidded and you felt as if this was your end, you time had finally come. At least you would get to see your family again, because you doubt they managed to escape the Vikings.
But just as you felt like you were going to pass out, your light in shining armour came out, your kidnapper. You donât know if you should feel thankful or wish you were left out there for longer. But he had brought you inside, put you into the tub of heated water and made sure you didnât drown in it as he surprisingly gently bathed you and got you warm. The room was warm, the fire which had warmed up the pots of water keeping the hut lighted and warm.
You didnât fight him, you couldnât even, you were too cold, but slowly the warmth was coming back into your body. He had taken you out, dried you, and Brought you to the bed he shared with you. You still felt cold tho, the warm bath didnât warm deep inside you unfortunately. But donât worry, heâll help with that, heâll make sure you are very, very warm.
Surprisingly, he wasnât THAT rough, he didnât tear at your skin and eat you alive like you imagined him too. His hands running along your body, groping at your breasts even as you whimpered and protested, but still too weak to push him away. He looked like a feral beast right now, or just a horny old man. Shoulders rising and falling fast, heavy breathing, eyes wide and pupils dilated, bare hands gripping your thighs as he shuffled between them.
He had such rough hands, and the top part of his pinkie finger missing on his right hand along with dints and burn marks along his large hands. He looked like he didnât know what to do for a secondâ had it really been that long since the man got some pussy? Yes, seven years since the the man only used his hand.
He was even shaking! A bulge in his pants, fuck, you wouldnât be surprised if he was drooling underneath that mask of his. He didnât take it off, and part of you is glad, you didnât particularly want to see the face of the man who had literally kidnapped you and forced you to live in his home, and now was about to fuck you to help you get warm, after he had locked you outside.
You were scared, terrified honestly, afraid of what this man was going to do to your poor pussy, what this VIKING was going to do to your poor pussy. You had had sex before, with a few village boys back In your home but they were all your age, immature boys who didnât really know what to do. You didnât know if he was going to be brutal with it or not, if he would leave your pussy ruined and aching in pain. He was a Viking after all, and from what you read, all of them are rough, cruel, and nasty.
But you didnât have much time to think about it, because his hand was already down there, spreading your lips to him with his index and middle finger, his other hand holding your waist to keep you put as you tried to squirm away. A cry ofâ pain? Pleasure? Leaving your lips as a finger thrusted onto you, stretching your walls which left you gripping the fur of the bed. It hurt slightly, the stretch, but at the same time felt slightly good. But then he added two more, which stretched you wider and made you cry out as they thrusted in and out of you. Preparing you, not forcing himself inside like a desperate mutt.
But it wasnât long until you got the full thing, you hated to admit it, but he was fucking good. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your legs wrapped tighter around his thick hips, his fat cock plunging deep inside your sopping pussy. He was big, a thick and decently long cock, and it was.. how do you say it in the most pleasant wayâ it was half burnt. Simple as that, a scratchy feeling to it as it slid along your walls, it wasnât unpleasant, it heightened the experience for you actually! It felt good, and he was hitting all the right places.
You doubt he could feel that side of it tho, but he still felt the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, that was obvious by the way he was panting and groaning into your neck like a dog on heat. Rutting up into your cunt over and over and OVER again. You were so tight, warm, fuck you were perfect for him, you felt so good. A pretty little thing you were, even tho you were a fucking brat and had basically tried to kill him earlier. He would forgive you for that, as this was the perfect apology you could give him, even tho he had taken it forcefully from you.
But you were enjoying it, you were moaning loudly and had tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Your hands clawing at his back, leaving scratch marks down his already heavily scarred back. But he would be lying if he didnât enjoy it, because he did, it felt absolutely fucking delicious to him.
He wish he wasnât in wearing his mask right now, so he could take one of your bouncing breasts into his mouth, or even to kiss you to shut your moans up. But that will have to be for another time, he wasnât ready just yet, he wasnât sure if he would ever be. But he isnât going to dwell on it that much, not when he had a pretty feisty little lady to fuck his kids into.
By the end of the night, you were definitely warmed up, wrapped in the arms of a large, sweaty man who practically clings to your body. Hands groping your tits as his masked face lays against the back of your neck, the feeling of his semen still leaking out of your swollen, aching cunt. He did leave it aching in the end, but at least it wasnât in pain.
Ok, I might have gone overboard with it. It honestly wasnât supposed to be this long, lmao.
Sorry if this was shit, I tried, and took fucking forever to make, Iâll take all the blame for thatđ
Please tell me if itâs shit or not and if there is another warning I should put in because I missed something. Thank you for reading of you got this farđ
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