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Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)


While waiting to hear Goðþormr's response to her plea, Rowena tried to make sense. What had just happened? Why were her gods allowing this to happen at all? It infuriated and confused her. The fact she could only keep believing in Scathach made it that much more annoying for the Seer. Rowena knew and understood that, yes, she was no longer home. She was far from the domain of her deities. Yet, Scathach had found a way to speak with her.

So why hadn't she intervened directly?

Surely there could be an exception, couldn't there? He doesn't believe in her or our gods ...

Her fists trembled as they grabbed tighter onto the furs. The already strong emotions began building up, starting with her shame and continuing to mingle. Anger, fear, frustration, confusion ... all these and likely many more swirled into a very potent combination of feelings.

Is this truly all I can do? Accept .... this? Accept him being my first?

Rowena whimpered weakly, feeling the head prod at her entrance. She had looked down -- and quickly regretted it. "Th-There's no way that's going to fit. The fingers barely did! I - I don't know if I can do thiiiiiiiiiiiiiis!"

Ready or not, she was stuffed and stretched. Nothing had made her feel even a bit like this before. It was amazing ... and equally terrifying. Especially considering he had yet to remove her barrier! Her hands shot up, accepting and holding tightly onto the Jarl's shoulders. "Oh god," she groaned, trembling as his teeth rubbed along her neck. Not fully biting through her skin, thankfully; but certainly performing an act she otherwise wouldn't have expected.

One rough thrust up; that was all it took.

Rowena gasped, her eyes widening, muscles clamping, and hands grabbing harder onto her Master's shoulders.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A few tears of agony fell down her face. It hurt! Sweet gods, it hurt!

... But not for long. Another saving grace she was glad for.

What originally began as god-awful pain turned into immense pleasure. She hated this. She didn't want any part in this act. And yet ... her body continued to make Rowena look more and more like a hypocrite.

Gods, please forgive me.

Her hips lightly moved on their own, gently bouncing along the rod now embedded inside her. A long moan passed her lips as she felt every inch of Goðþormr's inside her. The addition of her own up and down movements made its existence feel even more incredible ... if that was even possible. "S-So good!" she managed to stammer, panting as Rowena slowly but steadily got into a more even, controlled pace. Her eyes closed, hiding as best as she could. All the while, caving in - even if only for tonight - and thoroughly enjoying the rough, carnal fuck she was getting.

No matter what Rowena's body was screaming at herself, even the Seer couldn't deny that this truly did feel good. In a very warped and twisted way, most definitely; but one that existed nonetheless.
 
The stammered protests, the hesitations, the way she acted before his main thrust was all sweet music to his ears, the kind of thing he loved hearing in situations like this. Mroe than one woman had claimed that she'd be unable to deal with what he brought, but each time he'd put the lie to that. It had taken some...adjustment...each time, but it had been accommodated. Sometimes to the great detriment to the woman, but he had confidence in the Seer to make it work. She seemed like a survivor.

Her hands latching onto his shoulders, keeping herself close, Goðþormr had to wonder how far she was getting lost in this moment. WHen he felt her hips start to move before his did, he knew that for this moment at least, he ahd her, completely. Not willing to simply let her have the pace, he leaned down, his bulk over her, pressing her into the bed, and slid his body back, timing it with her own movement to draw himself almost completely out of her before sliding back in with a long smooth motion. Each time he did he kept their hips together, ground into her, made sure that he was as deep inside of her as he could manage from this angle. Her eeys were closed, she couldn't see him, so he pulled back some, leaning down far enough that he could take one of her nipples into his mouth, letting his teeth nip at it while his other hand wrapped around her other breast, squeezing it roughly as he sought out that nipple with his finger adn thumb once more, pinching, twisting, pushing mroe sensations onto her.

He had to adjust the motion of his hips, shifting from the thurst to a more rolling motion, each movement rocking her body now, pushing htem together harder than before.
 

Even with her eyes tightly shut, her other senses were kicking into overdrive. Every thrust, every erotic noise from both herself and her Jarl, the feel of her juices ... all of those and more were being detected much simpler than if Rowena's eyes had been open. It was a bit of a relief and not all at once that she couldn't see just how soaked she already was. Still, each upward motion aided in coaxing more and more of her arousal to coat the rod ramming in and out of her.

No! N-Not again!

Her breathing was more labored. Each pant held a moan along with it. Her breasts bounced roughly, the nipples stiff and erect from anticipation. Even though Rowena had reached her peak rather recently, the Seer was so close to anoher orgasm. This time, though, it'd be with Goðþormr buried fully inside her. And it would only be a matter of time before he'd return the favor and fill her own insides with his spunk.

"N-Not ready! I don't know if I can .... "

The sudden treatment on her nipples helped Goðþormr succeed in his mission. Her eyes almost immediately opened; desire and horror at her own body committing more and more acts of betrayal now reflecting in her eyes.

"N-Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Her back arhced once again as the second orgasm overtook poor Rowena's body. Each shudder and tremble made her grind and buck against the man towering over her. Her vaginal muscles were rapidly squeezing around his cock, and each up and down movement from the Seer subconsciously helped him penetrate even further inside her stretched pussy.
How long their first night together had gone on for - exactly - was unknown to Rowena. Hours, for sure; two if not more. That was her guess, anyway. Either way, when the two reached their final simultaneous orgasm, the two eventually fell asleep.

The last chance to prove to herself all of yesterday had simply been a very unjust dream became a harsh reality, further confirmed when Rowena's eyes fluttered open. Her head turned. Behind her, keeping both arms wrapped around Rowena's body, was Goðþormr.

Then ... then I really?

Ever-so-slightly, the Seer lifted the covers. When her eyes saw she was indeed still nude underneath the furs, Rowena's face losing some color as her head fell back down onto the furs. "Oh god," she muttered softly, shaking while her Jarl continued to embrace her. Shame and disgust had returned to her once again, as did frustration. Annoyance she couldn't rewind time and prevent anything that'd happened yesterday. But perhaps even worse - and something that was affecting her more immediately - was she couldn't verbally protest.

... Okay, she could. It was more like she didn't wish to push her luck in waking Goðþormr in an unwanted manner. Especially not if it led to earning his wrath.

Hopefully he's got a replacement for the dress, she bitterly thought, slipping her hands underneath her head and some red, disheveled strands of hair.
 
Goðþormr had to say he spent the night to it's fullest, with teh Seer being a conflicted, but entusiatic partner that carried him forward for longer than he'd expected. Each protest gave him more incentive to overcome it, and have her own body put the lie to everything that she said. It has been a sweet sensation for him, finding his release within her over and over again, If the gift was passed in the bloodline, he woudl do all he could to test that theory. And if it was true, then he would breed a generation of Seers, loyal to him through ties of blood and honour. A lofty goal, one that seemed a fine one. Of course, if it was simply divine gift, he was wasting his time on the goal. But he could honestly say that simply breeding a child on the Seer wasn't a thought that bothered him. If the Seer cared for the child, it would be a secure way of keeping her under control if she proved too unruly.

When sleep finally came, it was a deep one, not disturbed by any cares. He'd not been this fully sated in a long time.

Morning dawned for him, and he slowly came to. It was later in the day than most rose, but being Jarl had it's advantages. There was still a light murmur of commotion from the hall, where his housecarls were likely awakening from their feast. He found Rowena seemed awake already, but hadn't left his arms. Hard to say if it was because she'd been happy to stay there, or if she'd been too afraid to move. It hardly mattered.

He let go of her, rolled over, and stood, stretching his arms over his head.
"Fair morning Seer. Can you stand this morning?" He asked her dryly, though it was something that he felt might be a concern. It had happened before, though not for some time. Three were many things that needed to be done today, some of them by his own hands. He'd need clothing. And the Seer would need to accompany him as well, at least for now. He wasn't willing to trust her to her own devices.
 

Why? Why had last night been condoned at all? It was the main thought rushing through Rowena's mind whilst she kept her head buried atop her arms. Now that she didn't have anything distracting her, she tried to think long and hard on what the most logical answers could even have been. Yes, gods weren't usually meant to intervene in mortal affairs. Still, that had been one of the last things on her mind before passing out, was there no loophole? Even for her own goddess? It was an odd thought, if only because among the many domains Scathach was in charge of, magic was one.

So ... how was it impossible for even her to do anything about this?

Distance?

Had she not heard Scathach talk to her, Rowena would have had a simpler time believing that. As it was? No. She couldn't accept that easily as an answer. Her teeth latched onto her lower lip as she quietly thought. There had to be something else she missed. But what?

"Is your faith in me beginning to vanish?"

Rowena quickly moved her head from sside to side. "No," she murmured softly, switching to the more unfamiliar tongue that Goðþormr still couldn't understand her in. Besides, he was asleep; best to take advantage of that. "But .. you really did confuse me. Why?"

"All in good time; I promise. Patience is a virtue for a reason. Know this much; it will help you in the long run."

That made Rowena tilt her head. What good could even come from being forced to lay with a man like Goðþormr time and time again? Were the gods finally going mad?

.. Not yet; that was what she tried to insist to herself, anyway.

Finally, the arms gently unwrapped from around her, signaling Goðþormr had woken up. Well ... that brief chat with her goddess had ended at the perfect moment, it seemed. Having to hide the fact she was able to hear her at all would be a tedious task as it was. Giving the Jarl any reason to suspect it may actually be happen may very well lead to the death of Rowena. Her head bowed as she acknowledged the greeting, offering one of her own. "G'morning, my Jarl."

While things were able to stay on a mostly civil note, best to keep it that way. Even for a Seer like herself, tempting Fate could become dangerous after doing so a certain amount of times.

"I can stand, yes. The more immediate concern is ... I can't leave. I have nothing to hide my skin from unwanted eyes." The briefest but very irked glare entered her eyes as she nodded towards her torn dress, and barely intact cloak.

"The cloak will help, but only to some extent. I'll need a bit more than only that."

And even if it wasn't for her dignity, it'd be for a more legitimate reason; to keep warm against the chilly winds outside. She didn't yet bring it up, hoping that much would be obvious enough. However, should Goðþormr hint that didn't cross his mind, she would gladly remind him when it became obvious Rowena needed to. But not before then. "So ... not yet. I can't stand nor leave just yet."
 
Goðþormr cocked his head as she spoke. Capable of walking, but not willing to for obvious reasons. And there were ways of dealing with that, but at this moment, he felt like he did have to make a statement on how she'd spoken.
"If I choose to put a leash on you and parade you naked before the town, I'm well within my rights and abilities to do so. Clothing is a priviledge for you now." he informed her with a certain cold edge to his voice. Hsi stance shifted, softened. "But I do not think such a thing is needed today. After all, there are tasks for you to complete." he turned from her, opening a footlocker. He rumaged in it, adn withdrew a fairly simple, but well layered dress, the kind most of hte women in the village had been seen to wear. he tossed it at her.

"There have been servants that lived here. When they no longer needed it, clothes such as that were left behind. Serve me well and I can see to it you are given something more of your own to wear." He informed her. "Get dressed. And then we'll eat. Then I'll be needing you to make use of your talents." He informed her.

He'd seen her power at work, knew that there was a gift there, but he didn't know how accurate her Sight was, and to what extent that she coudl predict events. He needed to know these kinds of things if he was going to be able to use her to his advantage. And he did need to know if there was goign to be any kind of side effects for his use of her sight. It would also help put the nerves of some of his men at ease, since there were several that would still be unsure of having a foreign Volur on hand.
 

It hadn't seemed possible for her heart to sink further. Somehow, it had; maybe not literally, but the feeling was as bad if it were the case. He ... held such rights? It made sense that as Jarl and ruler, he had the ability to do more than the average person. But for Rowena to hear clothing was up to him ... that disheartened her. It felt like there was absolutely no way to fight back nor have any chance of getting away from this bastard. The only thing keeping her from caving in fully to despair was knowing Scathach hadn't given up on her.

"I ... alright. I understand."

Her arms stretched out as she caught the dress, bowing her had out of respect and gratitude. "Thank you, my Jarl." Standing quickly up on her feet, she took a moment to study the fabric, then quickly but carefully began putting it on. It was similar enough to what she was used to. The furs, however, needed to be handled with some caution, as Rowena didn't want to risk ripping and ruining the outfit.

When Goðþormr stated that after breakfast, he'd put her Sight to the test, her heart stopped for a few seconds.

"I ... I can't just whim them to work. Something involving me or others around me has to be happening in the very near future. But .... I'll see what I can do."

... He had his own Seers - Volugs, didn't he? Surely, he knew how this worked, right? Or did these Northmen have some odd ability to just have visions whenever asked of them? It wasn't the exact same for Rowena. She had to pray, to concentrate. And ultimately, it'd be up to Scathach if she even wanted Rowena to see anything or not.

Despite her appetite having all but vanished, she forced herself to follow her Master after getting dressed. She wasn't sure if she could even eat ... but she'd damn well try, if nothing else. The main thing on her mind right at that moment was wondering if it would be good to know what would happen should she fail or not in giving Goðþormr a premonition of any kind.
 
Goðþormr nodded, noting that she ahd started to object, but seemed to have thought better of it. That was good. She was taking to what had happened to her well, better than some might. She seemed intelligent, pragmatic in some ways. That was also good. Those were traits that someone needed to survive in this land, no matter their status. He weighed ehr words carefully as she explained the nature of her Sight, in that it wasn't something that she had the fullest of control over. That made a certain amount of sense, the Gods were not knowni to grant knowledge freely.

"I have seen that there are powers that you can access. This alone does grant you value. But I have yet to be truly convinced that you are a Seer. If you cannot show that you have such a gift, your use to me is far more limited than it would have been otherwise." Goðþormr explained. "I will not kill you. But there are certain privileges that I would extend to a Seer with power that I will not offer to a simple user of the arts. And my protection of your person would be less than it might be. As it is now, the people of this village know that you are off limits due to your value. If I relax that, then therte are some who would demand things of you that you do not wish." He knew full well that he had already visted such on her already, but he trusted her to know the difference between having one Master that took what he wanted from her, nad having a village full of men that wanted something from her.

Food was already available when they emerged into the long house proper. Goðþormr simply made his way back to his throne where he had held court last night. He simply waved a hand for a servant, and bade Rowena to sit where she had last night. There was a small table set beside her seat now. The food was simple enough fare. Fish. Bread. Cheese. Clean, cold water. Goðþormr ate at a fairly leisurely pace. He was in no rush to get past this point of his day. He'd had a good night, had a successful feast at the end of a well done raid. From here it would his task to make sure that the spoils of such a venture were put to good use. If he could muster the labour nin hte village, he had the desire to lay the keel for a new ship, adding to his fleet. He might not currently have enough men to adequately crew it, but more would come, flocking to his banner if he accepted them.

Dreams of conquest, dreams of glory, all were in his mind, but he had to temper them with pragmatism. He had neighbours, ones that were not fond of his success, nor of his relative youth in being Jarl of this village. But a Seer that might not be shackled to the traditions of his own people might be a tipping point. If she could be used.

He waited for nearly an hour after sittign down before he caleld things to action.
"Seer. Look to my future. Tell me what you see, and what it holds." He commanded firmly to Rowena. He was still lazing on the thron,e looking relaxed, but his attention was on her, and the look in his eyes showed an intense focus that called for action.
 
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