Ambitions from a stranger [Andronic x Lagertha]

[Lagertha]

The sky had been bleak the whole month before. Grund was a small settlement in the west of modern day Norway. The population was small, a small cluster of homes in the village with a petite market. Mainly, the largest building was the hall, where the Earl would invite visitors and reside in.

Earl Dag, Dag Ivarsson, the eighth son of the original Earl Gardar. Dag Ivarsson was never supposed to gain earlship, after all, he had seven other brothers ahead of him. After his father's early death when Dag was 17, it didn't take him long to realize he would never become king without some force. So. One by one. He killed a brother. His mother, who favored the second son Forni best, had tried to kill Dag when he was 20. Yet, smart and cruel as he was, Dag stabbed his mother in her sleep when he found out. Feared. Loved. However, it took Dag until the age of forty, to finally access the throne after defeating his eldest brother in a duel. Thus, here Earl continued to reside.

It was just history on how he had come to power, but everyone far and wide knew of it. Earl Dag was not the ambitious one. His only ambition was getting the throne to the small town of Grund and ruling over it his whole life, as well as creating a legitimate heir to his line. It was at the early stages of thirty, before he had ascended the throne, he had been smitten by a servant girl. A woman who had been brought to their congregation after being sold to the vikings to save their family from death. There had been several women, men, boys, girls, that had been sold and that were traveled from village to village for sale. This one. This one caught his eye the most. This one servant with the fiery hair.

Her name was Muire Gilios, and she came from a small scottish town where a wealthy man, his wife and children had been visiting. Vikings had stumbled on the town after following the rich family, burnt it to the ground, left those who sold them something good, and kept the healthy good looking ones. Muire Gilios had deafly been a stunner back in her twenties, when Dag had first fancied her. He had bought her, danced with her, fucked her, loved her, and ordered her around. He could have married her if he wanted, but it was easier to boss her around than give her freedoms. Muire had been happy with that at the start, several years had passed, and she had become pregnant with his child. There had been a few times she had lost the child. Or this one time she had birthed a boy, only to lose him to a flu in the first year. Muire was roughly 30 when she had birthed a child that had lived past the age of five, and Dag could not have been happier. However, at that point Dag had become Earl Dag, and other things were required of him. At least, that had been his excuse.

Earl Dag had just started to be that, an Earl. Promptly, he married another Earl's daughter to create an allegiance, so his village might be safe from pillages. Things changed. For Earl Dag. For Muire Gilios and her child. For the whole state of Grund.

He stopped seeing Muire Gilios within that year, when his daughter had started to recognize and remember things. Muire Gilios and her daughter were moved and given their freedom. So, Muire married the first man who advanced her dragging her daughter along. Knowing her daughter had finally lived longer than her other children, the green eyed child was finally named. Orm, the man that had swayed Muire after Earl Dag had dismissed her, easily took to the father role and gave the child a proper name. A name fit for a viking, a name his ancestors would approve of.

"Your name from now on. Is Oydis, it means the goddess of good luck. One day, you'll make someone very lucky." Orm had named her this after visiting with the town seer. He had heard the name mentioned by the seer multiple times over his life, but until meeting the child, had never understood why the name had come up. "It suits you. My good luck charm, brought your mother to me." Orm would thank her, everyday for bringing him joy. Despite wanting his own flesh and blood, Orm could not produce children of his own. After trying with a multitude of women, he had finally accepted this part of this life and raised Oydis as his own.

Since Earl Dag had thrown his daughter out, he had several other children of 'pure blood'. Though, the gods seemed fit to spite Earl Dag, only giving him one son who was always sickly. Even the Seer doubted the boy would make it to his prime. His daughters he did have? Some of them tried to fight in war, one sacrificed herself to Freya, the majority of them weren't the smartest. Still, it didn't really matter to Oydis, who never thought anyone else was her father besides Orm, and Orm and Muire felt right to leave her in the dark.

Oydis grew up in Orm's image. He was a large strong warrior, and always volunteered for the first expedition. Orm was well known, but he prefered to stay and spend time with his animals. Oydis was eleven when Orm had taken her on her first expedition to pillage and expand the viking territory. It only took one fight, almost losing her life, for Oydis to be thrilled at the prospect of war. Orm could have not been happier. Muire, her mother, had been outraged. She had grown up celtic, and the women never fought with the men. "Barbaric!" Muire had called it. This one expedition, had lead to arguments Oydis wish she could unhear or unsee.

Orm's love had turned cold towards Muire on Oydis' fifteenth year of life, when she had asked to go out out to more expeditions. She wanted to fight. To see new lands. Muire, on news of hearing her daughter wanting to do such things, had a fight she would never be able to take back; Muire had stabbed Orm. Orm had taken it, punching Muire to the ground. Showing who was in control of the house, he had thought one punch would end Muire's quarrels. Instead...it did the opposite. For Oydis sixteenth birthyear, Muire tried to serve her daughter poisoned wine. A little might have only made her sick enough to avoid going on another expedition, too much could kill the young girl. Orm had taken her glass and drank it first, a modest swig. A little too much...The coughing had started, and the happy moment had died by Orm's angered expression. With one quick movement, he had grabbed a knife from the table and stabbed Muire in the neck. A bloody display for her sixteenth birthday...and all Oydis could remember was running from the house after Orm had mouthed for her to escape. Somehow, Oydis had not drank the wine, somehow, Orm had killed her mother Muire, and somehow...Orm would live only to never be the same again.

Earl Dag had heard the news. They had buried Muire under her favorite tree Dag and her had used to share many nights together. Earl Dag, in honor of Muire and Orm, took Oydis under his wing as a servant. Orm, who knew he would no longer be the same, had challenged Earl Dag to a duel, only to die in battle. So, here Oydis would grow up into adulthood.

The sky had seemed bleak anymore after her sixteenth year. On her Twentieth, Oydis felt like something was wrong. Her dreams, once black and empty, had crept into color and images of faces she had never seen before. The last month had been the worse, and despite Oydis being free, she felt trapped under the Earl's reign. His wife, Grima, seemed to have a vendetta for Oydis. It had been especially bad the last two years, when Oydis had finally grown into her body, large perky breasts, a firm ass, an hourglass figure, pale skin, dark hair with a reddish overtone, her dazzling green eyes, large lashes and large lips, as well as her small hands and feet. It seemed, one of Grima's fears was Oydis seducing Earl Dag.

All of that had not bothered her. Mainly, the dreams had gotten to the point Oydis had finally found herself trudging through the town to the seer's tent. She had tied her hair into several braids and knots, letting it hang off to the side. Her dress was a simple, plan green thing with little design on it. She knew, soon she'd have to return to the hall, prepare the Earl's meal, and deal with Grima's glares. Such a petty woman, but for now..Oydis pushed open the curtains. Inside, wood hung one string, animals hung upside down, the room was dark besides the burning candles, and things littered the ground. Anything, shields, weapons, clothing, rugs, tools, food offerings, jewels, gold, all offerings to the seer. The man, blinded by a blade at the age of one, whose right arm was deformed, wore a large black rob that covered all his features. Still, gold dust was smeared over his closed eyes and lips, his long nails raised up head jerking in her direction. He pointed, to a chair covered in front of him.

"Sit Oydis. The Gods and I have been hoping you would come." Oydis lip twitched at the scratchy voice of the seer, but she obliged him. The curtain, black, fell behind her bloating out the village and sun, and she crept over to the chair sitting down. She was silent, looking at the seer as his head tilted up. For a few minutes he was quiet, before smiling. "The Gods have been sending you visions. Have they?" Oydis nodded her head, before releazing he could not see her.

"Yes...I see a man's face turn into a cluster of men, shields, swords, covered in blood. Then I see fire, consuming everything in the image..." Oydis shifted in her seat uncomfortable.

"Yessss. The Gods have bestowed this sight to you. Yet.." He raised a hand, jerking his head towards her. "Is that all?" Oydis remained silent, breathing in deeply. "Yesss..there is more..A face amongst the masses that haunts you. A voice that calls your name. Night after night it tormets you, calling for you to approach it." The seer smiled, teeth missing as he laughed.

"What does it mean? How can I stop it? Why do the Gods choose me to see this?" The seer offered his hand, and Oydis grabbed his. He smiled, stroking her soft small hand.

"Such a small thing you must be." The seer said as he raised her hand, her right, sniffing it, and licked the back of it to her wrist. "A ring." The seer said when he was done. "A ring and I will answer. The Gods demand your payment." Oydis closed her eyes, moving her left hand to pull at her collar of her dress. She pulled up a string with a gold ring on it. The ring was melted, asymmetrical now. Oydis grabbed the ring and pulled on the string. SNAP. The string heaved, giving way and releasing from her next. The seer turned up his other hand, and Oydis placed the ring inside. The Seer's hand closed, fingers rolling over the ring before he nodded. "This will do." He grabbed her right hand tighter, pulling her in so her face was only a few centimeters away. He smelled, like booze and death. "The face..the voice that torments you..will only become louder in the moments to come. The fire, will burn so brightly it will melt your heart. However. You will have no option but to face this head on. The images, the sounds in your dreams, they will not stop until you meet your fate." Then the seer was silent.

Oydis did not say a word when she left his tent. She went through the village meeting up with the other servants silently and went back to the hall. Despite knowing she should have helped with the feast, Oydis decided to go back to the pin with the animals to take care of them. She shoveled their poop, and cleaned up their pins. Even going to the point of starting a bath to wash each animal.​

 

[Andronic]

Harald stood at the stern of his ship as it dipped and rose with the waves. He was a man of power, his legacy was not always great. He had started as a simple farmer, he had wanted to remain so, but fate did not allow his greatness to be quashed.

Born into a family of Viking rejects he was not meant to be anything, yet his spirit had pushed him, had made him fend for his life. He had tried to bring glory to the Jarl of his land, but the man had been insane, had thought he meant to take his throne, and due to his insanity, it had happened. He had been killed by Harald, and now Harald was Jarl. Yet now that it was all said and done, the man had realized he had a hunger. A hunger for battle, a desire to be known. To own the world.

To pillage the most resilient places, to take the most beautiful women. He exhaled, his large chest rose and fell, hard work had given him trunk like arms and legs, a barrel like chest, he was a berserker. Known for his strength and fury. He was a feared warrior anywhere he landed. His land was beautiful, but beauty could be multiplied. Right? He smiled to himself, showing his perfect teeth as he grabbed a jug of ale and placed it to his lips, taking heavy swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank.”today, we add another treasure to our small Earldom. And then? We travel across the ocean come next summer!” He announced.

This was their last raid of the year, it was getting far too cold to continue doing this. The waves crashed against the ship, he felt the cool water and stuck out his tongue, tasting the bounty of the ocean.

He had dreamed of this, this fucking Jarl had slighted him like the others, and now he was a man of power, he needed to continue growing, so he was coming after him. A quick raid, a few wenches to warm his cock and empty his heavy sack into. Maybe he’d do it on that Jarl’s very throne. Dag. Dag. He laughed softly as he ran his fingers over his face, splitting the index and middle finger so that one eye peaked out onto the unsuspecting land they were approaching.

“The entire world is mine.” He spoke through a cackle as he straightened up and grabbed his axe, feeling the weight of it in his hand, his leathers hugging his body tightly, his pants doing the same, his blonde hair, long yet tied back into a braid, preventing it from getting into his face and blinding him while he fought, at the same time, the dagger on his hip would allow him to cut it off quickly should someone grab hold of it and try to lead him one way or another.

He was deep in thought, thinking of the plunder when his ship jerked, they had hit land. He rose his axe and he thought to let out a battle cry before jumping off into the shallow water and running towards the land, but he stopped, it was easier to get what they wanted if they took them by surprise. They grabbed torches and began to light the place aflame, as people exited their homes, his men and women made quick work of them. The women they tried to save. Same with the children. They made good slaves. It took a good ten minutes before they began to mount a counter offensive, by then? It was too late. Harald knew they had won.

He began to advance on the throne room. That was when he froze, covered in blood, flames writhing behind him. He looked at her and then his men spread out behind him and he smirked as he dropped his axe and began to walk towards her, every one of his steps sounding wet, echoing against the floor with every step he took. It was blood. He was drenched.”i am going to fuck you silly red.” He spoke with a smirk as he approached and grabbed her by the throat, looking into her eyes.

He was certain he should see fear, but he didn’t seem to find it. His right hand held her by the throat, the second one, calloused a warriors hand ran along her hip, moving under her shirt, tracing her skin.”you are a beauty. How often does the Jarl put his cock in you? Or is he too old to get it up?” He was frustrated that he hadn’t yet found the Jarl, at first it was meant to be a raid, but now it was an invasion. It might have even been that the Jarl had gone on his own raid and hadn’t left any competent warriors behind to protect his holdings, but he still had his men searching for him. More than likely the man was a coward and he had run into hiding. He would have him, he would kill him. And everything he owned would be his. He’d probably fuck his wife at least once before killing her too.

 

[Lagertha]

Oydis was outside, tending to the livestock when one of the guards gathered her up. She was silent, pulling her hair up as she entered the hall. Darkness was rolling over the small town of Grund, lights lit up the streets as most of the villagers were in their home or eating. Majority of the guards were out, waiting at the gates. Oydis, was in the hall now, cleaning up the dishes and bringing out the food.


The table was set in the hall, the food lined up and presented neatly; ham, a full pig with an apple in it, chicken, potatoes, peppers, cabbage, mushrooms. There was soup, clams, anything you could think of. The plates were set, the horns were full of ale. Yet. No one was in the hall. Oydis stood there, looking at the empty hall, the candles lit, the moonlight pouring into the room, and the terrible feeling she had in the pit of her stomach.


"They left." Oydis heard the voice of a small girl next to her, a servant Grima had hated so much she had cut out an eye. The girl was fifteen, and had fallen in love with another servant boy. No doubt they had fucked. Grima, the spiteful queen of Dag, had slit the boy's throat, and then taken the child's eye for looking at Dag the wrong way. Oydis was surprised Grima had left her with no scars. Though, she supposed Dag had told her to let her go, since, for some reason he seemed to favor Oydis. Oydis had never been interested in sex, or men or women. She simply did not care.

"When? Why?" Oydis looked at the girl, who was much taller than her with blond hair. Her name, the girl's name evaded Oydis, and she simply called her Girl. Oydis leaned over to the Girl as she handed Oydis a broom.

"An hour ago. The guards spotted ships on the sea." Girl said brushing her short blonde hair back over her left eye.

"Then why didn't they tell the village?" Oydis gripped the broom, before she heard the cries outside. The roars of victory, and the cries of defenseless men being slaughtered. It was then, when she could hear them knocking on the hall doors. Her right arm jerked out, pushing the Girl back. "You should go." The Girl looked at her, her dark eyes gleaming in terror at Oydis. Girl's dark arm, tan from long labor outside, gripped Oydis arm.

"Come with me." Oydis shook her head shoving the girl away.

"Out!" Oydis wasn't frightened. Girl simply nodded as the doors broke, and ran at full speed out the back. Oydis looked forward as the feet hit the wood, rattling it under her bare feet. Thud. Drip. Thud. Drip. Cries sounded behind the noise. Yet, Oydis was almost mystified, a deja vu. The stranger stepped forward, drenched in the blood of innocent villagers. She could see the women, children, being lined up. At least, the pretty women were. A congregation of men stepped forward behind him, all bloody. There had been no defense. Earl Dag had surely left with all the good warriors at first word of the invasion. He had sacrificed the village for his life. Somehow, Oydis knew that would happen. Dag never had seemed the brave type.

Oydis looked at the axe, massive as it dragged against the ground leaving a bloody trail. She could see the fires illuminating the man's body. The closer he got, the more her head tilted back. She was small, only standing at roughly five feet and two. His words did not seem to phase her, nore did his hand around her throat.

"Crude." Oydis spoke in response to his threats of fucking her. That and his question about the Jarl. She twisted, uncomfortably as his hand went up her dress. Angered, Oydis smacked the broom into his side. Oydis grunted, trying to move to kick him. "I would not touch either of you if it was that or death!" Oydis' brows furrowed, annoyed. Why did it seem like everyone expected the same thing of her? To want to please a man and be bent over like other women? None of it sounded slightly appealing to her. "Now let me go!" Oydis gasped a bit as he held her throat, but fear never his her face. Maybe, that was why Orm had laughed the first time she had nearly died. She wasn't exactly normal. If, you could call any of them normal.​

 

[Andronic]

He looked at her, licking his lips, there was a tiny scar on the right side of his lips, it made it seem like he was always smirking. MOCKING whoever he held. As the broom hit his side and her legs came up to kick him, Harald stepped back quickly, dropping her down and slamming her face down onto the wooden floor. "A good Viking woman! But still, an enemy! You will submit to me." He spoke softly as she tried to get up, he forced her back down. He was large, powerful. Taller than her by at least a foot and a half.

Taking a deep breath he twisted his head, his neck cracking loudly as he began to undo his belt, tossing it aside."You'll live, and I will touch you." he pulled a knife out of his boot, the smooth pull of his blade made a 'skit' sound as he ran the large dagger over her large ass."Don't move, I would hate to cut you." he spoke softly as he pressed the sharp blade into the fabric of her clothes. He whistled and two men approached, grasping her arms and pulling them out from underneath her, causing her face to come down onto the ground and her ass to move higher into the air.

Cutting open the lower half of what she wore, he stared at her ass and raised his hand before bringing it down, the echo of flesh coming together was like music to his ears. He smiled and did it again, watching her pale flesh redden. "Every Viking woman needs a strong man." He raised his handa nd did it again."It is my job to be that strong man." He chuckled and slapped her ass again. he shook his large palm out. It stung for him too.

The belt already gone, the ax taken by one of his men so it would be out of reach, he leaned over her and ran the blade down her back, careful not to cut into her skin, he watched the fabric ofher clothing melt away like butter under a hot fire. He smiled as he she was held there by his men, face down ass up.Now he wondered how he wanted to take her. Should she see him mount her? Or should he just take her from behind?

"Turn her over." He spoke softly as the fire crackled outside behind them, almost like a song of the night. The men holding her responded, one of them whistled and Harald nodded in agreement."Nice tits." He pushed down his own pants and kicked them aside, his long thick cock already hard and throbbing, the vein on the bottom of it seemed to pulse with his heart, his foreskin pulled back exposing an angry pink tip with a bit of clear fluid forming at the tip, slowly before seeming to explode and drip down onto the floor between her legs where he stood.

His heavy balls hung low between his trunk like legs. He came down onto one knee before her and reached between her legs, rubbing her slit with his index finger, up and down, up and down his finger worked between her legs, rubbing her labia. His eyes on her face as he continued to smile, then his thumb and index finger cmae up, gently pinching her clit, rolling it."The Jarl never fucked you? That's....surprising, a woman such as you, I'd have given you a steady diet of cock." His thumb continued to rest on her clit as he pushed his index finger and middle finger into her snatch, rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy gently. He was going to take her, but she needed a bit of preparation for h is large cock.

 

[Lagertha]

He was mocking her was he not? Though, the closer she looked at his face she could see the scar. Small, but from a ways a way he always seemed taunting with a soft smile. Oydis was outraged when he stepped back, his arms longer than her legs could reach to kick him. A yelp sounded from her lips, surprise surging her as he slammed her face down into the wooden ground. Spinning. The room span as she tried to lift up her head, his words ringing in her ears. She had been squirming to find some way to get back up, only to be forced down again. A growl sounded from her lungs. Irritation.

A sting of pain surged in her face, liquid rolling, dripping out of her nose. Despite this, Oydis only seemed angered, and she could feel the weight of being smaller than someone. Had her father Orm still been alive and able, it was times like this he would save her. Knowing full well she was unlike normal viking women. Her head was down, forced down in such a manner she could barely move it or see anything. The sound of a neck cracking, a weapon leaving it's sheath made her slightly uneasy. Yet, she was not frightened as he spoke. Feeling of the blade hit her through cloth, as though he was tracing her to get a better grasp of how she appeared. Her head was still spinning by the time his man grasped her arms, pulling them from under her. She could feel her ass raise and pulled back to no avail.

It was then the air hit her exposed skin. The cloth of the dress hanging on only by the top portion. She twisted, her lips and ass exposed to a stranger, in front of strangers. This might have been normal for the other women in the village, and she had seen them like this time and time again. Yet, by the smack of his hand on her ass making it bounce and her yip in surprise, she had never wanted to be in such a position. Oydis growled like a ferocious animal to his words. Though, as her lips opened to protest, he spanked her again making her cry out in surprise. Again, again, the flesh turned red and stung. The pain bounced between her face and her red ass that tensed up, her legs closing together as if it might help her.

Thud. Thud. Her heart was racing, her breathing heavy. Was this fear? Oydis had faced death, twice, or more, yet she had never had this feeling. Yet, here, she was almost shaking as he leaned over her. His breath hitting the back of her neck blowing some of her hair away. The knife cut, easily slicing through her cheap dress to expose her pale shoulders. He was silent, and in these moments - for some reason- Oydis feared this man's thoughts.

She was on her back, easily. As though she was a piece of furniture that was easy for them to move around. Her head hit the ground, eyes closing and opening to look at the ceiling, mixed with three men's face mocking her. Blood dripped down her nose to her lips, and part of the right side of her face was red. The fabric had been caught under her as she was flipped over, tearing with what little material it had left to hold it together. Her breasts, large, pale, small pink nipples hit the night sky. Her ass now rested against the ground, in it seemed like a pool of blood. After all, this man was still drenched in blood, a bloody hand left on her throat.

Oydis grasped herself when the comment came on her tits. They rose and fell with her breath, but it only shallowed when his pants were removed. A gulp as she saw the massive organ dripping, ready to force itself inside of her. Her legs were apart, forced open, and Oydis tried to squirm away from the thing. She knew where he would put it, why he would put it there. Yet, this frightened her. Yes, frightened. For the first time in her life...Oydis felt defenseless, vulnerable, and fearful.

"Stop!" She cried when he came down on a knee. His hand was the thing that touched her, teasing her body expertly. No doubt he had done this a million times. She closed her legs, bringing the knees together to try to squeeze his hand out, but her body responded. Oydis had tried before, with one guy, but after hours of getting no where and feeling nothing she had stabbed his hand and walked away. This...was different. Her body, though it took some time, responded effortlessly to his hand. Why? Oydis did not know. His words taunting her as he teased her, both in words, and feelings. She kicked her legs, but she could feel it, the soft release of liquids to coat her snatch before his fingers slide into her. It stretched, not touched like this before, aching as he fingered her. Yet Oydis was twisting, shaking at the odd sensation, more wetness leaked out, coating her as she grimace. "No! By Odin's mercy no!" She found his leg it seemed, kicking it as she twisted, unable to go anywhere and do anything but close her eyes.​

 

[Andronic]

She closed her legs around his invading digits. Her tunnel tightened around his thick fingers, his thumb continued to work her clit despite her protests, he felt the wetness from her pussy pooling in his palm as he pushed a second finger into her snatch and continued to work his thumb around her clit in circles. The men over her head held down her wrists, pinning them against the floor with white knuckle grips. If she escaped and hit their Jarl, they'd be in a world of hurt, and they did not want that.

Harald used his free hand to split her legs open again and moved between them all in one swift motion, his body now preventing her from closing herself to his invasion, he moved closer as he continued to finger her and leaned down, capturing one of her erect nipples in his full lips, his tongue lashing slowly against the raised nubs one at a time, a bit of spittle connecting his lips to her nipple as he moved from one to the other, all the while his fingers worked her sex, trying to get her to cum around his digits, to further humiliate her. All the while, his heavy,thick long cock rested on her belly, throbbing against her pale flesh.

"You like this." He whispered into her ear as he came off her breasts and rested against her."Just admit it, it'll go easier for you. You like this." He whispered again as he dragged his tongue along her ear, before movign to her neck, biting gently, sucking to leave a mark there. A temporary brand before the permanent one he intended to give her.

 

[Lagertha]

Humiliating. It was thus so. He, this stranger advancing on her, knew this as well. It seemed to bring him joy. Despite this fact, she wondered if he had similar visions like she had. His face, his voice..it was all so close to the ones she had been dreaming about lately. The blood. The people. The fire. The darkness. Everything was the same. Except..she had never foreseen this part. Though, she should have expected it with the way he had whispered in her dream taunting her. Now? He was real, and taunting her with no way to escape.

Oydis struggled, but it was no use. The men overpowered her. Her wrists ached, and it felt as though they might break under the power of the men. Even with her eyes closed, the event did not stop. A yip escaped her, another finger stretching her and making her sore. Though, the thing she had seen moments before would defiantly make her ache for days if..for some reason they kept her alive. Why would they? Oydis cared not to know that answer...at least not at this moment.

Her wetness leaked onto the ground, pooling on the floor. Her legs were forced open. Even after despite attempts to force them back together, he had won. She felt it, the presence of him between her, his legs brushing against her own. Bare skin to skin. "Ah! Stop!" Oydis struggled, the feeling of him leaning over, finding a nipple and sucking on it. The feeling made her shutter, her legs tensing. The muscle rested against her stomach, dripping, taunting her. Would it break her? Physically? Mentally? She had once told herself it would never be like that, something like this could not break her. Now? She questioned it all.

"Shut up you dog!" Oydis did the only thing she could as she found moans leaking from her lips, sounds forgiven to her ears, insult him. She could not kick him. Hit him. Run. Trapped, she threw words that meant little to a man like him. It made her feel better. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feeling something burning. Though, she had never felt this before and squirmed restless."Fuck you!" Oydis spat the words.

Saliva coated her nipples, and the mixture of warmth form the fire burning behind them, as well as the cool night air made he whimper. Him licking her ear wasn't what made her lost her resolve. For some reason, he had unintentionally found her weakness when he hit that spot on her neck. A bite, and Oydis twisted, crying in surprise as she convulsed. Her arms tried to move, her legs tensing, and her eyes pressing shut harder. For the first time in her life, without warming, without expectation, Oydis orgasmed on around his fingers. Her pussy clenched, sucking them in as she whimpered, her feet raised. All she could do, was smack her feet on the ground, her breasts bouncing with her shallow breath as she gasped for air. A reddened, embarrassed face.​

 

[Andronic]

He felt her sex tighten around his invading fingers. Her legs slammed down around him and her body rose up, forcing his fingers deeper into her core, he chuckled as he wiggled them inside her, trying to stimulate her gspot to prolong her orgasm. "You like this." He whispered again and kissed her neck, his tongue lashing against her flesh there. A chuckle radiated from his throat onto her neck.

Pulling away slowly, creating an L shape with their bodies, he looked down at her as he grasped his cock by the base and slapped her pussy with his heavy member, as if knocking for entry. His blue eyes never left her green ones, if she turned away, he grasped her face and squeezed her cheeks."Look at me. LOOK AT ME." he ordered and leaned down, spitting into her mouth which he had forced open.

Pulling back further, he pressed his mushroom tip against her wet pussy."You're soaked." He did not know her name."My name is Jarl Harald. I am the man who will be inside you. I will own you." He spoke with clear triumph in his voice as he began to press down, feeling her body reluctantly yield to his large cock. He gasped loudly and almost fell atop of her as his cockhead pushed through her entrance, feeling her pussy milking him."It's inviting me." he chuckled as he gently slapped her face."You're almost a woman." He grabbed her hips and brought her up as he slammed down, sheathing his entire length inside her. Gasping as he throbbed deep in her core. His cock kissing her cervix."F---fuuuuuuuck." His head tossed back.

 

[Lagertha]

All her thoughts had left her head. Her eyes opening when he continued to pump his fingers in her making her whole body shake. It was probably only a minute, maybe more, before she found herself calming down. Her eyes started to focus, as she blinked ferociously. Still, her mind was trying to work. Sweat collected on her body, her hair trapped beneath her back and the floor. There, the same phrase was repeated. One she had sworn he had said in her dreams. Had the Gods really warned her?

A mark was left on her neck. Her legs were relaxed when he smacked her wet pussy with it. Oydis jumped, tensing before trying her best to relax. She cringed when he gripped her face, forcing her to look into his gleaming blue ones. Her cheeks hurt, but she knew that wouldn't be as painful as what was to come. His snarling words made her grimace before she found herself spitting on his face...only to find him forcing her mouth open and spitting into her mouth. No option but to swallow his spit. So she did.

It felt like someone was pulling her stomach through the floor when his large head pressed against her small entrance. Wetness, drenched her entrance, to the point her inner thighs were wet. It wasn't enough, he had to tell her. She couldn't help the mixture of red on her face; anger, embarrassed. Then his name came. Another Jarl. Harald...and she knew now she was not going to die. Some might have praised the Gods. In that moment, she cursed them. Her feet skid against the ground, teeth clenching as he pushed, pushed, until her body gave way with a 'pop' allowing the oversized head in. She cried, brows furrowed in response and jerked her head away. She didn't want to look at him, and for certain did not wish to give him her name. "Go to Helheim!" But those were the only words she could think to speak as he gripped her, pulling her sweaty ass off the ground. Her legs kicked, nothing to hit, as with one easy motion he forced himself in all the way. Her head jerk backed, and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her chest rose to fall down with a heavy slap. Easily, the skin had broken inside causing her legs to shake. She could feel it, that blood pooling inside of her. The last show of innocence Oydis had. So, now he had claimed her. Now she could not deny in a way she belonged to him.​

 

[Andronic]

"I shall eventually." He conceded as his balls rested against her ass, twitching ever so slightly as he held her close, deeply embedded in her core."But for now, I shall enjoy the spoils of Midgard." He whispered, afraid he'd cum just by staring at the pretty woman underneath him. His cock pulsed inside her, just as her pussy did at the same time. Both of them were hot for one another, though she did not seem to want to admit it.

"We caught the girl you sent running, the one eyed bitch." He whispered."So...if you don't behave, I'll have her killed." He motioned his men to let her go, leaning his heavy body over hers, he began to move his hips in a wavelike motion in and out of her, the wetness of her pussy echoing in the room before all his men and women. His eyes closed as he kissed her neck, her chin and slowly traced her lips with his thumb."Don't bite...I'll kill her." He whispered.

His hips began to move more rapidly, their flesh clapping together. Pistoning in and out of her, his eyes closed as he finally kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips as his hips moved between her legs, his hands still upon her hips as their chests pressed together. "I'm going to paint your insides with my seed..." He gasped."Put your cock in her mouth." He pointed to one of his better men who skittishly approached, the fear of her biting it off was on his mind."She won't bite..right?" He slapped her face as his hips continued to move.

 

[Lagertha]

Her insides ached, pulsed, twitched around the massive length inside her. His seemed to respond, doing the same. At least, he had been honest in his want for her. Oydis could not be honest with this. Lusting over a stranger, enjoying it. Maybe one day she might. She shook her head. Of course, there were plenty spoils in Midgard, and she was now one of them. "Ugh." People were watching, though she knew outside others were still dying or being rounded up. Her ass flexed, tensing, and then..

Her eyes snapped open, angered, fiery when he spot about the Girl she had told to run. She had never cared to know her name, but here he threatened her. First, her hands were freed. They were red, and stung, but the moment her leaned over her, one hand pushed against his shoulder, the other smacked his face. Even like this, Oydis was a fighter. But the fighting didn't last long when his hips moved. Her stomach dropping, her head jerking back, chin up, her fingers curling. It was ripples like waves, of pleasure, confusion, anger. A shiver when he told her not to bite, the kiss on her neck and chin. She knew..she needed to behave."I'll make..you pay..Ah!"

The words stopped forming on her lips when his hips hit her harder, faster. Her right leg lifted up, catching his as she gripped onto his shoulders. His chest pressed against hers, forcing her back into the ground, giving her no freedom. Oydis eyes closed as she cried, her arms slipping around his neck, hands gripping into his back and his long braid as his lips found hers. It was a brief kiss, and the moment she was freed of it she cried in a mix of pleasure and pain. It was hard to pay attention to anything, but the slap to her face came as a surprise bringing her back down. Her hair was a mess on the ground, her body coated in sweat, she could feel the heat rising inside of her again as a man approached. Her left foot pressed into the ground, as though she was trying hard to move away. Instead, it seemed to cause him to hit her somewhere else, and easily she twisted and gasped under him, crying as she convulsed once more. The joys of being an actual woman, the joys of multiple orgasms. "FUCK!" Oydis screamed, nails in his back.​

 

[Andronic]

As her orgasm overtook her again, squeezing his cock, milking him and her nails dug into his flesh, he changed his mind, pushing the man who approached away, pressing his entire weight onto her body as his hips rose directly up and fell into her pussy, he had hooked her legs and pushed them towards her head, every thrust was possessive in a way, screaming, MINE! MINE! MINE! "FUUUUCK," he screamed back into her ear as his own cock began to expand deep in her core seeming to get impossibly larger inside her, and then he was a lost man, as her orgasm ended, his began, his seed spilling deep inside her, splashing against her cervix, against her walls. Coating her insides white.

He pressed as deep as he humanly could and stayed still, his cock twitching deep inside her. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time it appeared loving. Having exhausted his testosterone, he felt more..kind. Slowly he pulled out with an audible pop. A string of his cum clung to the tip of his cock and the opening of her pussy, he chuckled as he rolled off her and smiled, his half hard cock rested on his thigh, his eyes closed."Suck it. Suck it clean, or I kill EVERYONE I've gathered." He opened his eyes."Make sure my men can see your claimed pussy as you suck me." He ordered with a smirk. The threat of murdering everyone from the village hung in the air. HE didn't want to do it, but he would if he were disobeyed.

His cock was shiny with a mix of their cum, glistening in the nights fire, in the candle light of the Jarl's throneroom."Suck your king clean." He smiled as he ran his fingers through her redhair.

 

[Lagertha]

It started small, but then her eyes rolled back. No thoughts. Just feelings. Her pussy sucked on him, pressing down on him, wanting to milk him. Her chest was constricted, or felt so, as she gasped for air. Her hands feel off his back as he pushed the man away to move her legs. They slammed against the ground as her face contorted; brows furrowed, whites of eyes showing, lips parting in her cries of ecstasy.

When she started to come down, she was overly sensitive and could feel his heated cock twitching at an insane rate. Her legs trapped her under herself with the weight of his hands pressing down. His lips were hungry, but she only cried against them, lost in the moment, as he pulsed and exploded inside of her. The warm liquid filled her making her shake, her cold body displaying heat with the feeling of his essence left in her womb. She had thought this was it, as he pulled out, her hand instinctively moving down to slap her bare pussy and hide it. Absent of his cock, she felt empty, but her fingers caught some of his cum leaking from her entrance.

Reluctantly, she heard his orders. Oydis thought about testing him...but what if he did do it? Could she bear to be the reason for their demise? Yes. Then again, the Seer came to mind, and the warriors who had come to pay her father patronage. So, Oydis found herself getting up, red and sore. She was barely able to keep her body on all fours as she crawled to him, ass on display. Maybe she would test him later. Somehow, after watching so many other Viking women do this, Oydis knew what he wanted. Her hands gripped his messy cock, and she closed her eyes as her lips found the flesh, and her tongue hit his cock licking up the mix of blood, and both their cum. Iron, sweet, tangy. The mixture hit her. It was..not unpleasant, and almost enjoyable. So Oydis moved her tongue, licking the concoction clean off his sack, and off his half erect cock. Though, it seemed she refused to place the thing in her mouth.

When she was done..Oydis let her body fall heavy on the ground next to him, closing her eyes.​

 

[Andronic]

He hardened again at her sloppy work and smiled."...You are now a woman. A true Viking." He whispered as he leaned down and moved her sweat matted hair out of her face, his eyes locking with hers."You shall make a fine Queen, a fine addition to my many wives if I so see fit." He kissed her cheeks and stood up removing his cloak, tossing it over her shoulders."Do not fight it, you are mine now. That cum leaking out of your hole says it louder than anything else." He slapped her cheeks gently.

The other men eyed her, seemingly disappointed by their Jarl not letting them have fun with her."...What?" He looked at the men."Get out there! We own this place now! Put out the fucking fires and find women suitable to make your homes. I already found mine." He slapped Oydis' ass for emphasis."What's your name?" Harald finally asked with a chuckle as he brought her in and chuckled."I can't very well call you "my pussy" The entire time." He chuckled.

 

[Lagertha]

Multiple wives. Of course some Jarl's had that. Perhaps, if it got to that point, Oydis might find means of escape. Still she listened, as he spanked her sore ass and told his men to get out. The thundering of footsteps rattled the floor, some of the food that had been set on the table toppled over. Her eyes remained closed for a time, before they were alone and she felt the soft fabric of furr hit her. A cloak draped her exposed body.

The question of her name came about then. Though she had heard the comment about making a fine queen. Of course, she had not tested his threats yet. One day soon she would do so. She had felt some sort of sweetness in his last kiss, but such a thing only made questions fill into her brain.

"Release my friend and I'll tell you." Oydis had her own threats. Thinking, she thought about allowing him to release her friend and giving him a false name. Did it matter? Eventually some of the villagers might slip her real name, or the Girl...whose name Oydis would now get. Oydis pushed herself up onto her shaking knees, holding the cloak over her. "Does it matter what you call me?"Oydis retorted. Somehow she made it to her feet, but her legs shook and she almost toppled over. A grunt left her. A real viking woman she was now, indeed, and a real good bath is what she needed now. As well as a new dress.​

 

[Andronic]

What did it matter indeed? She was bargaining already. He smiled at her as he bent down and grabbed a piece of meat off the floor, bringing it up to his lips biting into the succulent lamb."...Your former Earl Dag, sure knew how to eat." He admitted as he chewed the meat and took the next bite of the lamb, he watched the cum leak from her snatch down her inner thigh.

"As my Queen, you can simply ask me to release her, you don't have to bargain anymore." He stood there behind her, his lower half still naked, he hadn't bothered to retrieve his clothes. His penis hung loosely between his legs."Admit it, it'll be easier for us to get along, you enjoyed becoming a woman." He leaned down again grasping an empty mug and walking over to the throne which had its own pitcher, pouring it into the ale horn before drinking slowly from it, a loud satisfied groan escaped him as he pulled it from his lips, some of it escaping and running down his beard.

"Or perhaps you'd prefer to be my slave? I do intend to---" As he spoke, a hot iron pressed against her exposed thigh. He smiled, his brand was on her, the man behind her backed up as her scream filled the air."I figured it wa sbest to do it on an unsuspecting woman." He chuckled."You're my first wife afterall, no one shall mistake that fact when they see my crest on your thigh."

 

[Lagertha]

He did know how to eat. He always liked the fancy things since he became Earl. It was surprising he didn't have a string of wives. Then again, he wasn't a very ambitious man. She felt the liquid, a mix of his cum, her cum, and her virgin blood roll down her leg. At least, with her wobbly legs, she could use the table for support.

"What?" Oydis looked at him, questioning. His shadow overcast her view of anything, and the massive mountain of muscle he was only allowed her to see him. He was still half naked. She watched, her left brow twitching. True, it would make things easier if she got along with him. She had enjoyed it, to some extent. However, her face turned red. "No." Oydis said, stubborn.

She was so fixated on watching him, the conversation with him, she had not heard the footsteps, or the sizzling metal. It was only when the metal, hot, burning, hit her thigh that shrieked at the top of her lungs, to the point she might not be able to speak much for a while. Her body jerked away as the brand was pulled off her thigh, and she had crawled halfway onto the table squishing some potatoes in the process. Oydis growled at the man, who was just his man, finding a knife on the table. She didn't hesitate, leaping off the table and stabbing the man in the neck. The brand, fell to the ground with a loud thud. She watched him, the man grab his neck as blood spurt out hitting her in the face as she collapsed on the floor. Oydis spat on the man as he fell, looking to Harald for help.

"If that was your wedding present, then this is mine." Oydis glared at Harald, and she smeared the blood over her face.​

 

[Andronic]

He felt blood rush to his cock as this woman did what he had not expected. He was upon her like fire on oil, grabbing her and slamming her onto the table, his body between her legs, the cloak used as a sort of quilt on the rough wood. He smiled."Oh, you sure now how to excite a man." He reached down and twisted her nipple roughly, looking into her face as he leaned down and kissed her, lickign the blood she had smeared on her face, holding her by the throat, she'd feel his desire for her between his legs once more. His eyes closed, yet he did not penetrate her like he had before, he simply kissed her as the final dishes clattered to the floor.

The entire time, one of his men lay there dying, he had not suspected her to do what she had done. Harald ignored his gurgling cries, it was after all HIS fault he lay there. He should have been a better warrior.

 

[Lagertha]

Oydis jumped, gasping in surprise when he nearly ran to her, picking her up and pinning her on the table. She looked up into his eyes, feeling the engorged cock between her legs. She twisted under him when he twisted her nipple, crying in surprise. Her mouth was open, and his lips silence her cries as he kissed her. She shivered as he licked the blood off her face looking at him with questioning eyes.

Oydis couldn't help it then. For whatever reason, as the man banged his fist on the ground, she busted out in a fit of laughter. "Is that how you get excited? Watching a woman murder your companion?" Oydis breathed against his lips, but his kiss was passionate this time. Still, she expected him to take her once more, but he remained just so. Her hands were on his arms as she listened to men scream to one another outside, and the splash of water in the distance. For this moment, Oydis decided to kiss him back. Her heart was rattling, it had been too long since she had taken a life.​

 

[Andronic]

He returned her kiss, biting her lip gently, his tongue pressing against her lips, begging for permission."You didn't suck my cock.' He whispered as he reached between them and rubbed himself up and down her slit. Her warmth made him shiver as he looked down at her and looked into her eyes."I can fuck you, or you can ride me." he whispered into her ear as he found her neck, kissing her again, he could still smell the singed skin, the smell of cooked meat. It almost made him giggle, but instead he kissed her neck, sucking gently, he dare dnot laugh and ruin this moment, his fat cock pressed against her entrance. Yet he considered what he had done, Dag had run away, so thus he could still come back and retake his throne, that was something he would have to deal with."Where would dag have gone? I want him dead."

 

[Lagertha]

Oydis was surprised by his kiss, the tongue on her lip. She shook her head at his comment about sucking his cock. Yes, she had not. Did he expect her to be good at this? Somehow, his next words made her shutter. Why? Oydis was uncertain, but the way he said it stirred something. "Doesn't look like I get much option of getting out of this, do I?" Her side ached, face, ass, pussy, but there was no rest for now. He kissed her neck and in instinct, she smacked his chest.

"How should I know?" Oydis did have an enkinle of where he had gone. "Why do you want him dead?" She had never seen this man before...yet for some reason he hated Dag. Perhaps it was Oydis shelter life away from the ceremonies that had caused her to avoid seeing Harald before. "How do you know the Earl?" She smacked on his chest again, this time looking for an answer to her question. Though, she supposed she would have to get used to being under him, cock inside of her, with the way his lust seemed to hold.​

 

[Andronic]

"Why would one Earl want another dead? Perhaps because I invaded his land, and the only way to prevent him from taking it back is to have his head." He kissed her neck again and moved off her, his hand came out, he was hard, but he wouldn't fuck her right now, not unless she asked to be fucked, he saw the cum leaking out of her hole.

He looked over her and smiled."You look beautiful." He winked and looked about for his pants, the throneroom smelled of sex and death. A weird mix if he could admit. It was life and death. He crinkled his nose and fixed his glare at her."You are my Queen, but you were his servant for quite some time, no one avoids seeing things. You must know something." He licked his lips and sighed, he wanted to fuck her, but they had things to do.

 

[Lagertha]

Oydis had not really thought about that much. She had lived here all her life. "I do not engage in politics. I have lived here my whole life." She watched him, intently, as he moved away from her with one last kiss. He wasn't going to take her?

Oydis pushed herself up as he looked about the throneroom for his pants. There was the scent of burning flesh, burning wood, cum, and death. No doubt, it hit them both differently. Oydis looked at her leaking throbbing hole, she needed a bath. Was it odd, that despite being his 'queen', she still felt like he was the enemy?

"The other girl would know more." Oydis finally admitted. "She paid more heed to the Earl than I did...she has been a servant since birth..I only came here a few years before your invasion." Finally, she sat straight up. Some of her hair fell over her shoulder, covering her left nipple.

Silence filled the room. "Why me?" Oydis wondered in a murmur to herself. She pushed herself off the table, grabbing the cloak as she swallowed, her voice horse. "May I wash now?" Her voice rose so he could hear her. Still, there was trouble in her eyes.​

 

[Andronic]

He stared at her as he leaned down and picked up his breeks, placing one foot in one leg and then the other, extending his leg fully to get his legs out the bottom hem. He smiled."You were here. I liked your hips?" He shrugged."You look like a proper woman, plus, you didn't show fear. I still didn't get your name." He clicked his tongue as he tied the strings on his pants. It was uncomfortable putting away such a heavy cock, but...he looked over at his deceased soldier."Don't KILL our people anymore. Come, I have salve to prevent infection of your flesh." He walked outside, his men were working on restoring order to his newly conquered territory.

"I can't live here, this isn't where my home is, I'll need a proper ruler, it can't be you, cause I'll be taking you with me, my cock needs a proper hole, I liked yours." he chuckled. THe others who were in the tent eyed her."She killed Jorn." He chuckled."Fucker didn't pay attention and she placed a dagger in his neck, I guess he'll have all of eternity to figure out how that happened in Valhalla. He did die in battle even if it was....kind of a weak end." He looked over at his Viking woman."I also like redhair." He added. She still had no clothes."....Let's go, lead the way, I'd like a bath too.

 

[Lagertha]

It was amazing to watch him put his real weapon away, his cock, stuffing it in his pants. How it fit in there was a mystery. There he went again, asking for her name. "You can call me O." That was the only name she would give him for now. Oydis wrapped the cloak around her as best she could. Some of it hit the brand and caused her to wince. There is was, the claim that those men were now her people too. Sure, this would be one hell of an adjustment. Still, Oydis stumbled behind him. She was in pain, and despite not wanting to admit it, she knew it would be better to wake up here if Earl Dag came back.

"Where is your home?" Oydis could see the women lined up, some of them. Men were picking over the leftovers for servants. There, amongst them was the Girl. The one eyed Girl looked at Oydis, her hands were tied and she gawked at Oydis wrapped in the cloak following the Jarl.

"Oydis! You traitor!" It seems it had not taken long for her real name to come out. Though, Oydis did not mind. She did not care as the leftover villagers looked at her. "You were in on this, weren't you?" The Girl screamed, annoyed, before being shoved back in line. A single guard had commented 'Talk out of line again and I'll cut out your tongue.' Shutting her up. Still, Oydis looked forward, ignoring her friend as she wobbled ahead of Harald.

"I can fight too." Oydis said after a minute. He was complimenting how he liked her, yet she had no good use of words to describe him without probably getting her face punched. Oydis moved, going towards the little stream in the distance behind the village. This, was where many of the villagers of Grund bathed, washed, and got their water. No doubt Oydis looked like she needed help walking. However, she refused to ask for help.​