One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure [VIKINGS - boyo111 x Temptationist]

[ShadowsLitany]

The others were drunk he knew, the pounding and the challenges flew about as much as the ale did. Watching him eat like the Saxon Lords it made Rollo feel slightly out of place, but unable to resist her temptations he took it in stride. The cut piece of meat rolled in his mouth as he chewed, shouting out with the others. The challenge around the room came to push him to feed her, with a small piece in his hand he fed her, watching her mouth strike like a snake at his hands. Her mouth closing around his fingers, watching the lips close sensually around his fingers Daralis licked the juices clean.

Even Floki laughed at that.

For him it was only her eyes that he saw, and as they sat there he lost himself in those pure green pools. Like the deep green of the forest it was a color that flickered in the torchlight, but that did not diminish its power.

As she told him he was impressed it took thought to make sure he ignored her words, keeping his expression bland to hide his secret from Ragnar. His brother's curiosity would not be sated for a bit, and he was not yet ready to reveal his learning. Looking at the fork used it to take another small piece of meat and with a challenging roar raised it towards his mouth, bringing his face forward to take another bite to a rousing cheer. Placing another on the end for Daralis to taste raised the fork to her mouth, carefully balancing the fork and meat before him. It was deceptively easy in her hands, skilled with a blade this felt more like some sort of jest than eating, but it entertained them as they playfully fed each other.

They were busy enough he thought it time to go, a hand on her back slipped down and spanked her playfully. Ragnar and Floki back to their discussions, ignoring him, while the ale continued to flow and the joints grew cold, the fat that once sizzled and flowed with the juices began to thicken. With a nod of his head and a knowing look in his eyes as he stared at her, held her in his arms and stood. The chanting beginning again, the men laughing and rousing, turning their attentions away as he stalked from the halls, waiting until they were gone from the roar of the men.

"Which way should we go, my Queen?" He asked her playfully in a soft voice so no one would overhear, feeling a growing attraction to her.

 

[Temptationist]

With your fingers trailing down my spine, I jumped as your hand smacked my behind. "Eep!" I let out a light whimper, jolting slightly, though keeping myself as composed as possible in a crowd full of hungry men. The tap on the ass was both unexpected and surprising to me. That surprise was exhibited in my facial expressed, when I turned around to look at you; jaw agape and eyes wide. "Mister Rollo-!" I said playfully, raising an eyebrow as I looked back at you. There was an unmistakable grin tugging at the corner of my lips. "Do beastly Norsemen always get what they want?" I asked with a light heart, embracing your arms as they lead us out of the dining hall and into the hallways of this stone castle. "Do they ask, or do they just take?" I teased you in your savage ways; something I was not accustomed to in this direct fashion.

As we wandered these empty halls into quiet, I smiled lightly at the thought of past memories. Unfortunately, it was not a smile for their greatness, but more, a smile for a gratefulness that the memories were a thing of the past; and that those times were now over. The reality was, I was never truly happy here. And although a life among savages was not how I envisioned my future, so far the only man to have ever treated me with a shred of dignity, had been you; a monster of the Northlands. What irony.

Naturally, I lead us up the stairs, using this liberty to guide you. "I want to show you something." I said with a calm voice. Looking at you lightly, I gave a curious look and a warm smile. Reaching the top of the stairs, I suddenly changed directions. Cutting across you and tugging you firmly to the right, I lead you down a narrow hallway. Amidst these stone walls was an increasing warmth. Although Kent was cool in temperature, this sector of the castle was unusually hot. Advancing in front of you, I held your rough hands with the delicate curled tips of my fingers. I brought us to a closed wooden door, in which orange lights seemed to flicker at it's base. Whatever was behind there, it was moving. Pushing the heavy door open, I revealed the most prestige of royal bedrooms.

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The lights that moved beyond this door were that of a succulent fire - its flames lambent and bright. The fireplace, station several feet from the end of the bed, had two seats and a table just before it. It stood beside a big window, which overlooked the entire Kingdom and its waters. Pulling you slowly into the room, I peered back at you; eager for your reaction. "You wanted to be King. What better than a bed fitted for the greatest of rulers?"

 

[ShadowsLitany]

As Daralis pulled him from the room the hall filled with the roars of laughter, knowing laughter, as all of them suspected what was to happen next. Turning back and giving them all a grin Rollo walked out with her, seeing the raised eye brow as Ragnar watched his little queen grab his arm and talk to him. Raising a shoulder as if not understanding her Ragnar lifted his cup in a congratulations and turned his attention back to the hall. Mouthing the words, "have fun."

The castle seemed to have too many twists and turns, the stone houses of the English were big and filled with twisty little paths that all seemed to go nowhere. Rollo wasn't that thrilled with them, though he saw them as useful sometimes, but he had yet to see one that he could not take. Stone may look impressive, but it was no safety. Daralis knew where she was going, guessing that her growing up here she knew all the secrets of the place, and knew them well as she took him to the room. It was impressive, lavishly decorated, warmed with the fire already burning, and the huge bed.

At that he could not help but grin as he picked her up and held her in his arms. Smaller than he it was like picking up a child, though she was all woman. The lips that he pressed his against warmed to him and took him in only as a woman would. As he pulled back and looked in her eyes he stepped over to the bed, "normally we just take."

With that he laid her on the bed a hand trailing down her body, touching her, feeling the warmth of her neck and as his fingers trailed down the curves of her body his smile only grew wider. Her voice was special, though the only song he wanted to her of her now was one with only his name, repeated over and over as she moaned. The wide, dark eyes looked up at him as he felt the heat of the room across his skin, it was odd that in this room he felt like a summer air hung over it. The braid of her hair fell over her breast and he moved it aside as he lay next to her.

"So now that I am a King, what about my Queen?" He teased as he kissed her mouth again, suckling against her lush lips. His beard rubbing against her cheek, "every King needs a Queen. Only the most beautiful maiden of the land," kissing her cheek moved down to her neck. The flowers of the bath hung there, or within the hair, it was like being in a garden. A silky, skinned garden of woman. "Although if I was a King I would take my Queen," his arm reached down and wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he kissed down to the space between her breasts looking up at her, "a Viking Queen, beautiful and deadly."

 

[Temptationist]

I laughed cheerfully as you scooped me into your arms; and quite literally, taking me as your own. It was a quality that I surprisingly admired. Although the rumours screamed of Vikings pillaging and raping - I had yet to feel violated. You indeed took what you wanted, but you somehow found a way to silently obtain my permission. I barely understood or realized you had done so. You were slick, like a serpent, manipulating me with your romantic efforts. Though I realized this to be truth, I was no more a hero in this villainous concoction of a situation.

With your hands running down my body, I was not threatened nor afraid. I found your touch to be alluring, rather than offensive. My body seemed to react by mingling itself with you. My body craved the attention, moving my legs instinctively to intertwine with yours. "Mmmm." I hummed against your lips. "What about it?" I questioned, pretending I did not know where you were going, just for the sake of play. I laughed lightly at your words, shaking my head slightly in disagreement. "I am no Viking Queen, that is certain. My ferocity is in my mind, in my wit, and not in my brute strength." Brushing my lips playfully against yours, I teased you. I felt addicted to your lips in this moment; kissing you was becoming completely intoxicating.

"You speak with such sincerity." I smiled, my eyes soft as I gazed at you. "What woman could ever resist your strong arms and lush poetry?" Running my soft fingers gently over your rippled muscular arm, I guided my hand to rest over your chest. "How many women have you wooed with those same words?" Ever so lightly chuckling, my smile soon faded to a more dull, blank expression. Suddenly, I seemed concerned - like I wanted to pull back from you. "Rollo..." I said after a stale moment of silence. I shifted from my submissive position; pulling my upper body up slightly to loom over your figure. "There's something you need to know... about me..." I seemed hesitant, shifting my eyes and looking away from you.

"I have fed you lies." My eyes became fixated on my fingers, which twirled around soothingly over the flesh of your torso. "I am no Princess... I am a slave to this castle." My fingers stopped in their motion, the air in the room feeling suddenly dry and toxic. I looked ashamed. "No more than a peasant in the eyes of the King of Kent." I sighed, regretful of my manipulative means. Scared for your reaction, I suddenly came to life, intercepting my own comments, "Well, technically..." I looked at you, afraid of how you may react. "... technically I am the daughter of the King of Mercia; though I am illegitimate." Pausing, my head lowered and my voice trembled. "I'm sorry. I am no Queen."

 

[ShadowsLitany]

Rollo looked up at her, the seriousness on her face as she admitted being no Queen at first startled him. He'd done his best to catch her attentions, from first sight he knew this was not a woman to take, not one to ravish, but one to win over. Something within her spoke of no normal woman, like Lagertha she was a woman that had a fire within her, it did not burn like other women but it burned nonetheless. Whether for revenge, or something else, it did not matter. Rollo wanted to make Daralis his.

As she confessed it took him a moment to process it, they had their Jarls and Kings, but those were positions of strength. Even if the titles were handed down, another could take that away, just as Ragnar had done. Rollo liked the fighting, he liked being viking, leading was not his way. Though as he watched Ragnar climb higher and higher, the natural competition between them had increased. At first a flight of fancy with Daralis as his Queen made him think he was about to match his brother, but to find Daralis was no Queen at first was shocking and he lay there a few moments staring.

Then he laughed. Rollo hadn't laughed that much in years. His mouth gaped and his eyes watered. Unable to stop until his sides ached and his breath was gone he could only look down at Daralis and laugh at her and his luck. The gods had smiled on Ragnar time and again, yet the prophecy from the old priest drove him on, and thinking with Daralis the time was come, yet the gods wanted to jest with him again. Yet for all the poor luck he could only find it funny how much the gods wanted to piss on him.

"Well then," he said when he finally was able to breath again. Wrapping his arms around her, it was as if a weight was lifted from him. Kissing her took her lips into his, tasting the meat and the wine on them, or was it from his? It didn't matter, Daralis was his and he was going to have her. His hand traced down to her ass and cupped her there, holding her close as he felt himself wanting her more.

"I guess we are going to need to win you a kingdom then. In the viking way," turning over so he was above her and looking down at her, the eyes in her bright in the firelight of the room. A hand went to her shoulder and began to pull down the top. "Daughter of a King is still a daughter of a King," there was mirth on his lips as he kissed her again and again, while he pulled her top away.

 

[Temptationist]

My eyes slowly returned to your gaze. As you erupted in laughter, I couldn't have been more confused. Widening my eyes at your hysterics, my jaw slowly dropped. It lay agape; my chin dropping as I could do nothing but watch you as you cried laughing. "I don't understand." I muttered in a nearly whimpering, innocent pout. My brow had been lowered into a frown - but as you just continued to laugh; incapable of responding to me, a smile began to grow on my face. "What is so funny!?" I couldn't fight the smirk that pulled at the corner of my lips. And soon, with you, I started to chuckle. "It's not funny! I have lied to you." I smacked you playfully, somewhat serious even though I was now laughing myself, too.

I had expected screaming. Roaring, even. I had expected you to explode from this bed, with such fury and rage in your eyes. The rage I had been told to fear in mean of your kind. The type of savage gaze which made you a monster. But I didn't get even a shred of that. Instead, I was looking into the watering eyes of a faithful, compassionate man. Who saw my insecurity and lies as not a fuel for anger, but a means of acceptance. I had never been so surprised in my life. Not even the betrayal of my own kin would surmount the surprise I felt in this moment, right now, in your arms.

As you pulled me closer to you, you simply acknowledged my fable but ignored the rest. I melted in your arms as your lips pressed against mine again. Any moment, I would have excepted you to tear the clothes off my body, rape me, and beat me until I did not look human. I was met instead with your lustful, even loving embrace. Although you groped my ass and your hands trailed my body - it did so with my own consent, and with the ferocity of appreciation and not of rage. "Mmmm." I smiled against your lips, deepening the kiss to lightly bite your lower lip. I felt arousal unlike anything I had ever felt before. With each passing moment, I grew to adore you more and more.

I let out a light, soft chuckle as you shifted to lay above me. "You will teach me how to be a viking woman. And we will take our kingdom together." I preached triumphantly. I kissed you again, as you did so to me. But as you began to pull the strap from my top, I smiled slightly. Raising and eyebrow, I wondered if a primitive savage like yourself knew the ways of Old English female attire. "Rollo..." I said softly, my lips holding back the chuckle that lingered in my throat. Taking your wandering hand in mine, I moved it away as if to stop you from removing my shirt. Though, my seductive eyes kept gaze on yours as I began to shift my body. I spun my tiny frail underneath yours until I was laying on my stomach. My torso was perched on my forearms as I looked over my shoulder. Moving my curly hair away from my back and to the side, I said to you. "You need to unlace me." I smiled lightly, looking over my smooth, feminine shoulder at you behind me. As if to tease you, my back was arched, and my ass was pushing against your groin.

 

[ShadowsLitany]

Rollo grinned, holding back a chuckle as Daralis turned herself over under him, presenting her back to him and pressing her ass into him. The long ties that criss crossed her back looked like old wounds, he ran a finger over them and to the knot, enjoying the feeling of her pressing herself againt him. "I could just cut them," he joked as he ran a finger down the center of her back.

Stopping at her hip he let his hand rest there a moment, feeling the soft cheek under his hand as she pushed back. For a moment he felt like a rutting beast and if he had not wanted to enjoy the moment he would have simply pulled up the skirts and taken her then and there. Instead he ran his hand back up her back, "one thing we must do, is get rid of such clothes if they are going to be so difficult to take off."

Deftly his fingers made their way to the knot, it was a simple one, tracing it with a finger found the lacing that kept it together and pulled watching it come apart. Tugging as he ran his hand down watched the dress come apart, revealing the soft skin beneath it, "or perhaps a slave to get you ready for me. A queen should have plenty of slaves," as the back of the dress split in two he put a hand inside and slipped it around her. His arm pushing the dress away as he leaned forward, letting his beard and lips caress her neck.

Widening the gap of the dress as his hand reached around her and touched the gentle swell of her breast, he pulled her closer as he pressed her into his body and fell onto his side. Pulling her against him, smelling the delicate floral scent from her hair. Daralis wanted to be so hard, like a viking, but first he was definitely going to enjoy the softer side of her, his hand explored under the front of her dress, his own arousal pressing into her as he sunk into the mattress and blankets.

"When we find who ever ruled here before," his eyes and head gestured around him, "they will be the first ones to serve you."

 

[Temptationist]

There was a light, delicate moan that hummed from my throat as you ran your finger along the lead in my back. "You could." I stated, as a matter-of-fact as you suggested just cutting it off. "But then I will have nothing to wear afterwards." I teased, knowing full-well that you most likely wouldn't be against that idea. "Then I would be naked for everyone to see." Smiling, I turned my head to look over my shoulder at you. I had a playful smile, my corner lip sunk into my mouth as I bit lightly on it.

I took a soft inhale as your fingers met the knot of the lace, swiftly pulling it undone to relinquish the corsets tight hold. "Mhmm." I replied, agreeing that in this moment, there was nothing I wanted to do more but get undressed for you. To please you, as you had pleased me by protecting me, and respecting me despite our grave differences. As your hands worked at the many strings that held this god-forsaken dress to my form, I turned my head purposely to allow my braids to fall before me. With your attention focused on my skin, I used this moment to pull the beads from my hair. Discreetly, I ran my fingers through my hair as you did through my laces.

I felt the dress loose on my body. Any movement would result in it slipping clean off of my lithe figure. I smiled as you leaned down, your lips meeting the bridge of my neck. I moved my head to the side to embrace you; nearly melting in your strong arms as you fondled me. "... Slaves." I moaned, my eyes closing as I became lost in the sensuality of this moment.

"...Yes." My whispers were frail, nearly muffled in their delivery. As you sunk back into the bed, my body shifted with you. With my upper back against your chest, I lay bedded in your arms. Feeling your hand explore up my dress skirt, I looked up at you, captivated by your words. Something about their conviction left me enthralled. As my eyes moved to lock gaze with you, I twisted my body; simultaneously driving your hand further up my dress.

I moved my leg over your waist, slipping my light-weight frame to loom over you. My hair now untwined, it fell long and loose over the front of my shoulders; dangling over your chest and head as I looked intently into your captivating green eyes. Without a word, I bathed in the silence. Although I seemed to lure in for a kiss, instead, my head lifted and I grabbed the edges of the dress; pulling it clean from my body. I returned to lean over you, my hips dropping harder against your still-clothed erect flesh. Now completely nude for your viewing, I moved my mouth to your chest, kissing it gently once... then twice a little lower... then a third time even lower than the last... until my lips had trailed down your stomach. My fingers curled around the base of your trousers, and looking up at you, with one tug, I pulled them right down to your knees.

Without missing a beat, I kissed the tip of your manhood with the same tenderness as your chest. Though, I did not touch it with my hands. Instead, I let the tip of my hot tongue trail up from the base and side of your shaft... before I moved my body back upwards to face you again. "Let me serve you, my King."