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A Danish Werewolf in The City
Sihtric's Lore.
Note: additional lore to my werewolf!Sihtric fic.
Warnings: 18+! horror/gore/murder described.
Pairing: none, just Sihtric.
Wordcount: 1,7k
Masterlist
Sihtric's eyes darted over the cut out pieces of newspapers, after he had taken the old shoebox they were kept in out of his last moving box. The lid had come off during the travel to his current location; his brand new house in a brand new city. He had recently bought the place as he had obtained a new job as a vet, another attempt to start all over again after his turbulent life. Sihtric had moved towns often in his lifetime, in order to keep his werewolf identity hidden, but now that he was a fully grown man and had his werewolf urges under control, he hoped he could finally settle down and stay in one place. It was the first day of his new life, but he would never be able to run away from his past completely, and he couldn't ignore the headlines that stared up at him.
He had kept all the news articles about his gruesome doings over the years, tucked away in the shoebox and always kept hidden far under his bed, wherever he resided at. The cut outs weren't trophies to him, like how some serial killers kept items of their victims as a fond memory of their deeds, in fact, these articles were the complete opposite to him.
Sihtric wasn't proud of his murders, and had kept the printed memories as a reminder that he never wanted to become like the beast from his past again. He never wanted to attack or murder again, with the exception of slaughtering wild animals which he simply needed to feed on in order to survive and still his hunger for blood. But never again would he want another innocent human-like being to be at the receiving end of his werewolf claws. He never wanted to kill again for no reason, nor if the reason was purely being revenge. But most of all, he simply never wanted to turn into his father, who had abandoned him from his pack and tribe.
Sihtric sat down on his bed and looked at the pages he had kept. Vivid memories came back to him as he could never forget awful murders he had committed and the horrendous attempts he had made to break the werewolf curse passed onto him. But nothing ever worked and he remained cursed until this very day. He had to live with the weight of his dark and bloody past on his shoulders for as long as his heart would continue to beat. Yet that weight was barely a punishment in Sihtric's eyes, for if anything, he felt his punishment should be death.
But death would be mercy, a mercy he did not deserve.
Sihtric was barely 18 when his first shift happened during a full Moon. And it had happened in the small room he rented just on the outskirts of town, for the city centre was a place he could not afford to live in. Nor did he want to, as he tried to keep a low profile and did not need much space either.
The small room, which belonged to a lovely old and retired couple, was located on the second floor of the house. His room held a single bed, an old tv and a clothing cabinet, all of which were used by many strangers before him as they came with the room. He also had a sink with stains on it that wouldn't come off, and a half broken mirror hung above it. There was a tiny improvised kitchen in the corner of his room, underneath the only window he had which couldn't open fully because a cupboard blocked it. The kitchen came with an old microwave too, which he used to warm up quick meals with every day, and the device was clearly a fire hazard.
His room was old and musty, with a worn out wooden floor while black mold decorated parts of the ceiling and walls. Sihtric had covered up the black patches on the wall with some posters, which he had secretly ripped out of a few car magazines in the shop down the street. The bathroom next to his room was shared with the old couple, who lived downstairs, and he occasionally passed them as he went up to his room. The couple liked Sihtric because he was quiet. They could tell he was troubled but, as he never really opened up to them, they let him be and never complained as long as he paid his rent in time. Sihtric was still young and struggled to afford living with the money he had, which he earned by delivering newspapers in the very early morning, before the town would wake.
Several full Moons before his first shift he began to notice a change inside of him. He always knew he had werewolf blood inside of him, as his father, Kjartan, was cursed to be a werewolf. Technically Sihtric belonged to the tribe of his father, but he was abandoned as a young boy, for his mother had been human and died while giving birth to him, and his mother was not married to his father. Kjartan was married to a werewolf lady but had committed adultery, with Sihtric as result and being a permanent reminder. A permanent reminder he wanted to forget, and so Sihtric was neglected and forced to leave the pack he never really seemed to belong to. And looking back, Sihtric was glad he got away from his father, for his father was a brutal killer, a foul beast, and he was nicknamed Kjartan the Cruel for his many cruel deeds to the innocent, both human and other creatures.
After Sihtric's painful first transformation, he felt incredibly powerful. He was in luck, for the old couple was away for the weekend during the full Moon, so they never heard the bone chilling sounds that came from his room as he snapped out of his skin. Sihtric was confused once transformed, but also hungry. So very hungry. And he had jumped out of his window, shattering the glass as he went through it before landing on all fours on the well kept lawn, and he then leaped around the neighbourhood, finding his way to the city centre as the scent of fresh human meat lured him…
Sihtric's first kill was an awkward one, for he had no idea yet of how to control the beast he had turned into. He had sniffed out a meal, a student he found out a week later after the body was discovered, and he had stalked his prey while disguised as a black wolf. He followed the young man as he left the city and went into the quiet streets. It was dark and chilly outside, and Sihtric learned that night that winter time was an awful time for werewolves.
Before the student could reach his front door, Sihtric had shifted into his gruesome werewolf form and, standing back on his large and hairy hind legs, he snatched the neck of the student's coat and hauled him into the darkened woods nearby. The terrified young man was silenced by his own fear upon seeing the hideous werewolf, while being dragged down to the thick trees and bushes, and what was supposed to be a fast kill ended up being a torturously slow one. The werewolf clawed at his thick coat, and its inner white fluffy filling was pierced by the monster's claws. Sihtric struggled to scratch the man's throat, for a thick scarf was wrapped around the neck and his claws were dull, as the coat's filling had gotten stuck to the sharp edges of his nails. Sihtric then lunged at his victim with his two hands, scratching the poor man's face all over until the body eventually laid lifeless underneath him after a cruel struggle.
Sihtric then tore off the scarf and ripped open the dead man's throat, blood spraying all over his dark fur as he tried to drink it as fast as he could. Sihtric groaned darkly as the blood began to spray less and less, and he used his large tongue to lick the remaining blood off the torn open neck. And then, still hungry, he attempted to tear off the thick winter coat, but it seemed impenetrable for the inexperienced werewolf. Sihtric fought with the zipper in the hopes of simply unzipping the coat, but his claws were too long to get a good hold of it and he lost his patience. He snarled and growled loudly, then delved his teeth in the coat and shook the lifeless body like a ragdoll until all upper clothing was completely torn. And then, on that dark and cold night, under the silver glow of the full Moon, the werewolf helped himself to the insides of his prey. And when his hunger was stilled and his dark fur smudged with blood and guts, he howled loudly at the Moon.
Sihtric had no idea how he had returned home after his feast, nor had any recollection of the fact he had apparently licked himself clean while in wolf form. All he remembered was that the old couple woke him up the next morning as he was asleep in their backyard. They were baffled at the fact Sihtric hadn't died of hypothermia, as they thought he had gone to a bar and returned drunk, having lost his keys and somehow all his clothes too on the way back, before he had fallen asleep on the lawn. Sihtric was embarrassed when he discovered he was without clothes, and he had a raging headache while the old lady was quick to wrap him in a warm blanket made of sheep wool, before preparing him some warm soup.
When the old man asked about the broken window, Sihtric slowly began to remember the night before and simply lied, saying he had no clue and that it must have happened when he wasn't home. His story made no sense at all to the couple, but then all of this could've happened to any young man who got drunk on Saturday night.
Except they would never know that Sihtric had gotten drunk on human blood instead of alcohol. And they would never know he was the cause for the missing student, who was found dead in the woods a week later, an horrific event that shocked the entire city.
And for Sihtric… this was only the start of a very bloody, confusing and violent future.
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I can't believe you guys are defending werewolf!Sihtric right now. I got more headlines coming for you.
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werewolf!Sihtric masterlist
all chapters are 18+.
Prologue: The First Shift
Chapter 1: The First Sight
Chapter 2: The First Taste - part 1 - part 2 - part 3
Sihtric's Lore.
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A Danish Werewolf in The City
Sihtric's Lore.
Note: additional lore to my werewolf!Sihtric fic.
Warnings: 18+! horror/gore/murder described.
Pairing: none, just Sihtric.
Wordcount: 1,7k
Masterlist
Sihtric's eyes darted over the cut out pieces of newspapers, after he had taken the old shoebox they were kept in out of his last moving box. The lid had come off during the travel to his current location; his brand new house in a brand new city. He had recently bought the place as he had obtained a new job as a vet, another attempt to start all over again after his turbulent life. Sihtric had moved towns often in his lifetime, in order to keep his werewolf identity hidden, but now that he was a fully grown man and had his werewolf urges under control, he hoped he could finally settle down and stay in one place. It was the first day of his new life, but he would never be able to run away from his past completely, and he couldn't ignore the headlines that stared up at him.
He had kept all the news articles about his gruesome doings over the years, tucked away in the shoebox and always kept hidden far under his bed, wherever he resided at. The cut outs weren't trophies to him, like how some serial killers kept items of their victims as a fond memory of their deeds, in fact, these articles were the complete opposite to him.
Sihtric wasn't proud of his murders, and had kept the printed memories as a reminder that he never wanted to become like the beast from his past again. He never wanted to attack or murder again, with the exception of slaughtering wild animals which he simply needed to feed on in order to survive and still his hunger for blood. But never again would he want another innocent human-like being to be at the receiving end of his werewolf claws. He never wanted to kill again for no reason, nor if the reason was purely being revenge. But most of all, he simply never wanted to turn into his father, who had abandoned him from his pack and tribe.
Sihtric sat down on his bed and looked at the pages he had kept. Vivid memories came back to him as he could never forget awful murders he had committed and the horrendous attempts he had made to break the werewolf curse passed onto him. But nothing ever worked and he remained cursed until this very day. He had to live with the weight of his dark and bloody past on his shoulders for as long as his heart would continue to beat. Yet that weight was barely a punishment in Sihtric's eyes, for if anything, he felt his punishment should be death.
But death would be mercy, a mercy he did not deserve.
Sihtric was barely 18 when his first shift happened during a full Moon. And it had happened in the small room he rented just on the outskirts of town, for the city centre was a place he could not afford to live in. Nor did he want to, as he tried to keep a low profile and did not need much space either.
The small room, which belonged to a lovely old and retired couple, was located on the second floor of the house. His room held a single bed, an old tv and a clothing cabinet, all of which were used by many strangers before him as they came with the room. He also had a sink with stains on it that wouldn't come off, and a half broken mirror hung above it. There was a tiny improvised kitchen in the corner of his room, underneath the only window he had which couldn't open fully because a cupboard blocked it. The kitchen came with an old microwave too, which he used to warm up quick meals with every day, and the device was clearly a fire hazard.
His room was old and musty, with a worn out wooden floor while black mold decorated parts of the ceiling and walls. Sihtric had covered up the black patches on the wall with some posters, which he had secretly ripped out of a few car magazines in the shop down the street. The bathroom next to his room was shared with the old couple, who lived downstairs, and he occasionally passed them as he went up to his room. The couple liked Sihtric because he was quiet. They could tell he was troubled but, as he never really opened up to them, they let him be and never complained as long as he paid his rent in time. Sihtric was still young and struggled to afford living with the money he had, which he earned by delivering newspapers in the very early morning, before the town would wake.
Several full Moons before his first shift he began to notice a change inside of him. He always knew he had werewolf blood inside of him, as his father, Kjartan, was cursed to be a werewolf. Technically Sihtric belonged to the tribe of his father, but he was abandoned as a young boy, for his mother had been human and died while giving birth to him, and his mother was not married to his father. Kjartan was married to a werewolf lady but had committed adultery, with Sihtric as result and being a permanent reminder. A permanent reminder he wanted to forget, and so Sihtric was neglected and forced to leave the pack he never really seemed to belong to. And looking back, Sihtric was glad he got away from his father, for his father was a brutal killer, a foul beast, and he was nicknamed Kjartan the Cruel for his many cruel deeds to the innocent, both human and other creatures.
After Sihtric's painful first transformation, he felt incredibly powerful. He was in luck, for the old couple was away for the weekend during the full Moon, so they never heard the bone chilling sounds that came from his room as he snapped out of his skin. Sihtric was confused once transformed, but also hungry. So very hungry. And he had jumped out of his window, shattering the glass as he went through it before landing on all fours on the well kept lawn, and he then leaped around the neighbourhood, finding his way to the city centre as the scent of fresh human meat lured him…
Sihtric's first kill was an awkward one, for he had no idea yet of how to control the beast he had turned into. He had sniffed out a meal, a student he found out a week later after the body was discovered, and he had stalked his prey while disguised as a black wolf. He followed the young man as he left the city and went into the quiet streets. It was dark and chilly outside, and Sihtric learned that night that winter time was an awful time for werewolves.
Before the student could reach his front door, Sihtric had shifted into his gruesome werewolf form and, standing back on his large and hairy hind legs, he snatched the neck of the student's coat and hauled him into the darkened woods nearby. The terrified young man was silenced by his own fear upon seeing the hideous werewolf, while being dragged down to the thick trees and bushes, and what was supposed to be a fast kill ended up being a torturously slow one. The werewolf clawed at his thick coat, and its inner white fluffy filling was pierced by the monster's claws. Sihtric struggled to scratch the man's throat, for a thick scarf was wrapped around the neck and his claws were dull, as the coat's filling had gotten stuck to the sharp edges of his nails. Sihtric then lunged at his victim with his two hands, scratching the poor man's face all over until the body eventually laid lifeless underneath him after a cruel struggle.
Sihtric then tore off the scarf and ripped open the dead man's throat, blood spraying all over his dark fur as he tried to drink it as fast as he could. Sihtric groaned darkly as the blood began to spray less and less, and he used his large tongue to lick the remaining blood off the torn open neck. And then, still hungry, he attempted to tear off the thick winter coat, but it seemed impenetrable for the inexperienced werewolf. Sihtric fought with the zipper in the hopes of simply unzipping the coat, but his claws were too long to get a good hold of it and he lost his patience. He snarled and growled loudly, then delved his teeth in the coat and shook the lifeless body like a ragdoll until all upper clothing was completely torn. And then, on that dark and cold night, under the silver glow of the full Moon, the werewolf helped himself to the insides of his prey. And when his hunger was stilled and his dark fur smudged with blood and guts, he howled loudly at the Moon.
Sihtric had no idea how he had returned home after his feast, nor had any recollection of the fact he had apparently licked himself clean while in wolf form. All he remembered was that the old couple woke him up the next morning as he was asleep in their backyard. They were baffled at the fact Sihtric hadn't died of hypothermia, as they thought he had gone to a bar and returned drunk, having lost his keys and somehow all his clothes too on the way back, before he had fallen asleep on the lawn. Sihtric was embarrassed when he discovered he was without clothes, and he had a raging headache while the old lady was quick to wrap him in a warm blanket made of sheep wool, before preparing him some warm soup.
When the old man asked about the broken window, Sihtric slowly began to remember the night before and simply lied, saying he had no clue and that it must have happened when he wasn't home. His story made no sense at all to the couple, but then all of this could've happened to any young man who got drunk on Saturday night.
Except they would never know that Sihtric had gotten drunk on human blood instead of alcohol. And they would never know he was the cause for the missing student, who was found dead in the woods a week later, an horrific event that shocked the entire city.
And for Sihtric… this was only the start of a very bloody, confusing and violent future.
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What is an approximation to a Witan? // The Last Kingdom S3E5
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A Danish Werewolf in The City
The First Taste - final chapter.
Note: the last chapter has arrived. Thank you to those who have been devouring (haha) this fic, it's been entirely my pleasure! Once again thank you to @foxyanon for helping me out as I attempted my first monster fucking smut. I hope it was worth the wait...
previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3.1 - part 3.2
Pairing: werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)
Warnings: 18+, horror fic. Smut, monster fucking, and hey, what's a werewolf without some fluff?
Wordcount: 3,6k
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The Moon was full, glowing orange as she peeked through the trees and your half open window. The cool breeze ruffled faintly through Sihtric's dark hair as he towered over you, with his mismatched eyes fixated on your being and his pearly white fangs exposed in a snarl. He had climbed in through your bedroom window, again, leaving claw marks on the walls and ripping your curtains to shreds by accident… again.
Sihtric stared down at you, with parts of ripped clothes dangling from his black fur, thick strings of drool dripping out his parted lips while a low growl began to sound from the back of his throat. It was a frightening sight; those big hairy and pointy ears twitching at sounds you couldn't even hear, and his long whiskers moving along with his glistening nose as he inhaled your scent deeply. His big and feral eyes were fixated on you while you were scarcely dressed and sat upon your bed, as you had half expected him to appear.
You watched him shift smoothly, showing you his human traits while he was still larger than any human could possibly be. Dark hair covered his incredibly muscular body, while his now human shaped ears were still pointy, and his human hands were large and hairy with long nails shaped like claws. He was a beast and yet still a man. A man you loved and a beast you desired.
And when you leaned back on your elbows, slowly spreading your legs for him and teasingly pulling up your nightgown to reveal you weren't wearing any panties, the wolf-man dragged the tip of his large tongue across his sharp teeth, like a hungry beast…
The day after you had met Sihtric at the pub he called you to confess what he had been doing during those months you weren't together. Your silence on the other side of the line was deafening to him once he had told you everything; from hunting and killing dozens of vampires to him lurking around your house at night, he didn't shy away from the truth anymore.
'I knew you were there,' you answered, 'I know I heard you outside my window some nights, hoping to see you again. But I never saw you…'
The relief Sihtric felt when you told him his behaviour was more or less understandable was a feeling he never thought he'd experience. A weight fell off his shoulders and it seemed as if he could breathe freely again. He promised he was done hunting vampires, as most of them had actually been slaughtered by him anyway, and he invited you to stop by his place the next day, so he could show you he was really not that same beast anymore as he had allowed himself to be when he was grieving the abruptly ended relationship.
You met Sihtric while he was fixing up his shed the next afternoon. And what should have been harrowing to see, the knock-off electric chair with the metal chains attached to it to restrain him, wasn't quite as daunting as you had pictured when he told you about his enclosure on the phone. Surely it wasn't normal to have this in your backyard, but you weren't freaked out by it like you would have been several months ago, after your research you simply understood him and appreciated the fact he did everything he could to keep himself and others safe.
Sihtric explained the restraining process to you as he attached a few brand new chains to the ceiling, and you helped clean up the place once he was done. Light touches lingered and you were both quietly tormented by butterflies each time you looked at each other, you just didn't know how to proceed after everything that had happened. And Sihtric, being the monstrous werewolf that he was, was also as shy as a human man could possibly be, so you knew it was up to you to make the first move if you wanted to see where this could lead to.
'So,' you cleared your throat as you were ready to depart, embraced in a hug, 'you're not asking me to stay for dinner?' you half joked.
'I would,' Sihtric chuckled nervously as he looked at you, 'except, I'm having the guys from my pack over tonight, and we're eating wild rabbits. Store bought,' he added quickly, 'but I know you like your fluffy bunnies, so I wouldn't… you know, do that to you.'
'You really are a monster,' you laughed and shook your head, 'a human monster.'
'A human monster is still a monster,' Sihtric smiled faintly, and he slowly drew his lower lip between his teeth as he looked down into your eyes, arms still around you, 'but perhaps we could meet tomorrow? I have all day since I'm still on temporary leave, I just need to be home by nine in the evening.'
'Nine in the evening?' you snorted, 'you're not on house arrest are you?' you jested and checked his ankle for a monitor, to which he laughed and rolled his eyes.
'No, I'm not on house arrest. The full Moon,' Sihtric hinted, earning a soft chuckle from you that set his heart ablaze so easily.
'Of course. I'm sorry, how could I forget. We can meet up tomorrow. And,' you smirked, 'since I helped you with your shed-'
'Helped me with my shed?' Sihtric raised his eyebrow, 'you just watched how I fixed it up and you only helped by swiping a corner, and even barely!'
'Barely help is still help,' you shrugged, 'however, maybe you could help me with fixing up the paint you scratched at? I mean, not to be rude, but that clearly was your doing, so…'
'Yeah, yeah,' he laughed, knowing very well what he had done, 'sure, I'll help you out with that.'
He kissed your cheek before you left, and you both fought the urge to overwhelm each other with text messages throughout the night as you spent it apart.
And Sihtric was as loyal as a pup, stopping by the next afternoon to help paint the outside of your house, as promised, thus covering up the claw marks he had left which looked like the strangest kind of damage to any other person. After you had rekindled over the past few days, Sihtric was feeling more confident again, and you began to see glimpses of the playful man he was before you had witnessed those horrors in the woods. Once again touches and smiles lingered, while you bestowed each other with bad jokes and flirty remarks throughout the day as you painted your house.
You both felt a weird sense of relief once it was covered, and stood next to each other as you looked at the result while the paint dried. It was already getting late when you were gathering the tools left scattered on your lawn, and Sihtric suddenly circled his arm around you, pulling you flush against him before you could even blink.
'You know,' he smiled and took your chin with his tattooed fingers, 'a pretty lady like you shouldn't let a foul creature of the night just climb through her window and into the bedroom. Do you even know what sort of monsters are out there?'
'Oh,' you chuckled as you played along, 'I appreciate your concern, kind sir, and I'll definitely keep it in mind.'
'You better,' Sihtric said with a smirk and winked.
Which was the reason for you to drop everything you held in your arms. You grabbed his face, cupping his cheek with one hand whilst the other moved up into his dark curls as your lips crashed together in a long awaited heated kiss. A kiss that had been held off for far too long now, a kiss you had both been desperate for. You lost yourself in each other's taste and scent and touch while you stood there, fully embraced in the early dusk, and it didn't take long before you started to tug at each other's close and ended up stumbling over, landing on the grass beneath your feet, on top of Sihtric, and you kissed until your lungs burned and begged for air.
'Will you stay the night?' you breathed against his lips as he held you tightly pressed against his strong body.
'I shouldn't,' Sihtric murmured and kissed you greedily again, 'I want to, darling, I really do. But… the Moon,' he said with a hint of sadness, 'it changes me and it's the only night I can't stop it.'
'I know,' you sighed and rested your forehead on his chest, before you looked up at him again, 'but… you know, if you change your mind,' you hinted with a sly smile.
Sihtric laughed, 'Surely you don't want a werewolf in your bed.'
'Hm… maybe I do,' you shrugged, finally speaking your newfound curiosity out loud.
Sihtric chuckled but his face became serious once he understood you weren't joking around. He had sensed the change in you, but he was cautious as he was still more than terrified to lose you once more, now that he had earned you back in his arms again.
'Are you for real? You'd… you'd want to…'
'What if I would?'
'Well,' Sihtric scoffed and smiled lightly as he looked a little puzzled, 'there's no, you know… I mean, hey, I'm not against it, but there are no werewolf sized condoms. And I'm sure in all your research you've read about werewolf pregnancy, and that for a human it's-'
'Lethal,' you finished his sentence, 'yes, I'm aware of that. But,' you smiled as you seductively ran your hand down his chest, 'you forget that I'm on birth control. And I've read that your… load is still human-like, even when shifted. So it would be safe.'
'Huh,' Sihtric scoffed and then laughed, as he had never really thought about that. But he knew you were right. 'Okay, but… are you not repulsed by my werewolf form?' he asked cautiously, still worried you'd be frightened by his appearance once again.
'Your werewolf form is freaky, for sure,' you admitted, 'but your wolf-man form is kinda… eh, sexy. I mean, you're not a full wolf when you shift into a wolf-man. There are mainly human traits I can see then, and you can still talk as a human too. But when you fully shift there's no trace of you anymore as you're just a black wolf, with only your eyes betraying you. And your full wolf form makes me feel safe, I remember you made me feel safe that night. But… as a werewolf, well, more as a wolf-man,' you shrugged with a shy smile, 'I think you might have awoken something in me I didn't realise at first.'
'And… you think you could handle me at my werewolf?' he asked with a cocky smile.
'I think I could handle you at your wolf-man,' you grinned.
Sihtric opened his mouth to speak, but his phone suddenly rang and interrupted the pleasantly tense moment. He sighed as he switched off the alarm he had set, and he apologised that he really had to leave, for it was getting late.
'I should head back home now, the moon will rise soon,' he whispered and kissed your lips, 'I'm sorry, baby.'
'I know,' you murmured, 'just be safe, darling.'
'I will be, I promise,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Or tonight,' you taunted, 'if, you know, you'd want to…'
'Okay, little red riding hood,' Sihtric laughed as he walked off your lawn, 'hey,' he then said as he turned to face you again, 'don't go out tonight, okay? It's not safe.'
'I know,' you agreed and ran over for one last hug, 'are you sure you can't stay?'
'Don't tempt me.'
You smiled, then kissed him and bit his lower lip softly before you took a step back while he held your hands.
'I said don't tempt me,' Sihtric flashed a mischievous smile, 'because you don't know what you're in for.'
For a while, Sihtric wasn't sure if he'd act on your suggestion to stop by when the Moon was full that night. He was more than hungry to explore your newfound desires and curiosity to his beast-like form, but the fear of frightening you away from him once again weighed heavy on his mind. He considered restraining himself, as planned, in an attempt to restore the balance inside of him, but his urge to be with you grew stronger with each passing second as the Moon crept up in the sky. And his animalistic behaviour took full control before the Moon was even at its peak.
He shifted as he was unchained inside his shed, ripping out of his clothes while snapping out of his skin to transform into his hauntingly huge werewolf form. His beastly desires guided him, and he soon made his way to your house, running through the night on all fours with an inhumanly fast pace. He snarled while his mouth watered at the thought of tasting you again, and his loud howl sounded eerily through the night as if it was rutting season already once he reached your residence. He caught the scent of your arousal as he stalked around your property, and it drove him mad with lust while he made sure you were alone.
Parts of his torn clothes still dangled in his fur as he climbed his way up to your windowsill, his claws shredding your new curtains as he snuck inside your room. You stared at Sihtric as his werewolf form towered over you, and soon he shifted in front of your eyes. A shift that took all of Sihtric's strength, as the full Moon always made him transform involuntarily, but he knew you would only let him have you if he was more human-like.
You watched him shift smoothly, showing his human traits while he was still larger than any human could possibly be. Dark hair decorated his incredibly muscular body, while his human shaped ears were still pointy and his human hands large and hairy with his long nails shaped like claws. He was a beast and yet still a man. A man you loved and a beast you desired…
His muzzle transformed back into Sihtric's beautiful face, and upon the sight of you spreading your legs, his eyes began to glow. When you leaned back on your elbows and slowly spread your legs for him, teasingly pulling up your nightgown, he dragged the tip of his large tongue across his sharp teeth, like a hungry beast… and hungry he was. You felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through your body as you looked at him, knowing the wild looking wolf-man was there with only one purpose; to breed you.
Sihtric knelt down at the end of your bed and grabbed your ankles with his warm and large hands. He pulled you effortlessly towards him, throwing your legs over his broad and hairy shoulders, and he locked his strong werewolf-like arms tightly around your hips. You couldn't possibly escape his grip, and you shuddered with anticipation as you felt his hot breath against your already exposed folds. He teased you first, kissing and licking your thighs painstakingly slowly, taking his time to taste your flesh as he dragged his teeth over your skin. You murmured soft pleads, desperately wanting more, and once he delved his tongue between your folds to devour you entirely, you lost all dominance of your being.
Your legs trembled uncontrollably when feeling the slow and deep strokes of his large and broad tongue, while his teeth lightly grazed your sensitive skin, constantly reminding you that you were being pleased by a supernatural creature, by a beast.
You arched your back at the intense sensations Sihtric gave you, and you placed one hand across your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your moans, while you gripped the sheets tightly with your other. His large arms had you locked in with his claws pressing onto your skin. And everytime your body jerked out of pleasure he held you tighter, making sure you couldn't squirm out of his grip as he consumed you like a starved beast, his hair pleasantly tickling between your thighs while lapping your core. Your head was spinning as you pushed yourself up your elbows again, looking down at Sihtric and finding his eyes glowing brightly while he looked up at you as he made you near your high. He watched you fall apart before him, and didn't stop until your moans had died down. He looked at you, pleased and satisfied as he licked his lips while your juices still coated his facial hair.
You tried to move further up the bed as you were lightheaded, with your legs weak and trembling, but the wolf-man wasn't quite done with you. He smoothly climbed onto your bed, and his claws sunk into your mattress as he crawled slowly towards you, flexing his huge muscles beautifully while ripping your sheets fortuitously.
'You're not going anywhere,' Sihtric purred as he mounted you, and brought his face close to yours, 'my little red riding hood.'
He pinned your arms above your head, and you felt so small yet so safe under his impressive form. He held your wrists with just one of his massive hands, while his other wrapped around your throat as he smiled devilishly.
'I warned you,' Sihtric whispered against your lips, 'to not let any creatures of the night into your room. But you didn't listen, did you?' he chuckled darkly, 'and now… a big bad wolf has caught you. And he won't let go until you're fully bred.'
His sharp teeth made a slight cut in your lip as he kissed you hungrily, and a low growl sounded as he tasted your blood in his mouth while his tongue was inside yours. He proceeded to kiss your neck, flicking his large tongue against your skin in between kisses while he lined his large and hard cock up with your entrance. A silent gasp left your lips as he entered you with ease while stretching you brutally with his size, yet it was strangely pleasant all the same. He didn't give you any time to adjust, knowing your slick would soothe the burning sensation soon enough as he vigorously rutted into you, fucking you like a feral beast while grunting and growling heavily in your ear.
He tossed you around the bed as he had his way with you, your moans and cries for more only making him further aroused and wanting to breed you for hours on end. Which is exactly what he did, filling you with his seed over and over again, until you were completely ruined with tears staining your cheeks as you smiled at him with dazed eyes. And as soon as his beast side was satisfied, his human side made him feel ashamed for letting himself go like that.
Sihtric was fast to shift into his daunting werewolf form after he had pulled out, growing back his ears and muzzle along with his bushy tail. And he quickly picked you up in his huge arms, pressing you against his furry chest while he laid down on your bed, keeping you snug against him as you dozed off in his warm and comforting embrace.
You were safe.
The next morning you woke up, feeling absolutely wrecked but happier than ever when you found Sihtric sleeping next to you in his human form. You cuddled up closer, wanting to pull the sheets over his naked body, but you discovered they were shredded once again. You sighed with a soft chuckle, which woke him up, and he rubbed his eyes before he gave you a shy smile.
'Who knew the big bad wolf could be so shy after his deeds?' you smiled.
Sihtric hid his face in the crook of your neck while his hand moved up into your hair, and he then gently forced your lips to his, capturing you in a soft and sweet kiss.
'How do you feel?' he asked, his voice raspy.
'Wrecked,' you snorted, 'and sore…'
'Sorry,' Sihtric smiled sheepishly.
'Don't be. I asked for it, didn't I?' you laughed, then became serious again, 'but… so… can we make this a monthly thing then, or…?'
Sihtric laughed, pleasantly surprised you weren't freaked out by the night before, and he shrugged.
'Do you want it to become a monthly thing?'
'Yeah,' you confessed shyly, 'if you want it too?'
'Of course I do,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you don't know how good it feels to release that… that tension.'
'Well,' you giggled, 'I sure know how good it felt to me.'
You looked at him and slowly traced the scars on his face with your fingers, a gesture which made Sihtric become silent and feel vulnerable, for you weren't afraid of him and his past anymore. He sensed it, he felt it, and he loved it.
'I love you,' you whispered.
'And I love you,' he whispered, 'mine?'
'Yours,' you said with a nod, and you kissed his lips once more, 'but you have to stop destroying my curtains and the sheets, please.'
'The curtains?' he frowned and looked over at your window, finding them ruined, 'yeah, sorry about that. And sorry for the sheets.'
Sihtric swallowed hard and pulled you in for a tight hug, in an attempt to not make you wonder if he had left new claw markings on the outside of your freshly painted house, because he had, but he wasn't going to tell you yet.
'Sihtric?' you whispered against his neck as he held you.
'Hm?'
'I love you… in every form.'
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Convincingly Human: Part 1
Summary: Sihtric moves to Coocham and meets an interesting woman with a secret. Takes place between Season 2 and Season 3.
Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Dragon Shifter!reader
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: creature death by fire
Word Count: 2208
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.
Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose
He had moved to Coocham with Uhtred and the rest of the men, finally settling down after all the events following Beamfleot. Even though his lord had denied his request to marry so he may start a family, after everything that happened, he was just a bit relieved. He wouldn’t admit it, but it wasn’t until after the battle when he realized he wasn’t quite ready for that chapter of his life. At least, that is what he thought until he met her many moons after he settled into his own home.
The first time he had seen her, he was completely taken back by her beauty. Stunning would be an understatement of a word to describe her, a sentiment shared by many of the men in Coocham. She only ever visited the market once a week, purchasing supplies before leaving Coocham once more to wherever she went. Sihtric was enamored immediately, not letting the teasing and jests of his friends stop him from attempting to pursue her. He learned she didn’t live in town from the baker’s wife, apparently choosing to remain separated from society but for what reason no one could say. The day he finally gathered up the courage to approach her was one he’ll remember fondly, the way she spoke to him with genuine kindness and the way she said his name after introducing herself had his palms sweating from the nerves. It wasn’t until she practically floated away at the end of their brief interaction that he realized there was far more to her than meets the eye.
After that day, he started watching her far more closely, noting the way she carried herself with a confidence even Uhtred could not match and moved unnaturally gracefully. Her skin was flawless, not such much as even a freckle on her face. Her teeth were pearly white and straight, something he had never seen before. There were no scars or calluses on her hands, no dirty nails or even dirt on her. She was easily the cleanest woman he had ever seen, no dirt or dust on her clothes and not a hair out of place from her simple styles. In truth, she was perfect. Too perfect.
He tried bringing it up to Finan and Osferth a week later, but they brushed him off and said he shouldn’t look too far into it, both of them more concerned with enjoying the relative peace they were afforded for the time. He didn’t wish to bother Uhtred with his concerns, since he was busy with his own duties and his family. No one else was willing to hear his words on the matter and instead, he figured that he was the only one who noticed that there was something off about this woman.
It took a few months of observing and getting nowhere, so he finally decided to ask her to join him for a drink at the ale house. Perhaps if she had a little alcohol in her system, she would slip up and Sihtric would see beyond the illusion that surrounded her. Was it the proper thing to do? No, but he was too scared to ask her outright in the event he offended her and something in her demeanor warned him not to do that. When she agreed to join him that evening, he won’t deny the sheer joy he felt at the possibility of spending more than just a few moments in her presence made him forget the whole reason he asked in the first place.
The evening passed by smoothly, ale flowing and conversation moving at just the right pace, but she didn’t show any signs of being affected at all. Sihtric was dumbfounded, she had matched him mug for mug and didn’t so much as even slur a single word. The ale house was warm from all the bodies occupying the hall, and even though he was starting to sweat from heat, she seemed completely unphased by it. Gods, her face wasn’t even flushed, but no one else noticed since they were too deep in their cups or focused on their lovers.
At one point, the ale house was so loud he leaned closer to her he could say something to her only for the most potent and intoxicating scent radiating off her skin to overwhelm his senses. It was rich and smoky, slightly sweet and altogether not entirely unpleasant. He groaned softly before catching himself, his eyes locking with hers as she gave him a knowing grin. Sihtric flushed with embarrassment, clearing his throat and downing the rest of his drink and forgetting what he was doing, once again. Every time he spoke, she gave him her undivided attention and when the torch light flickered against her eyes, he swore they appeared almost serpentine and glowed with an inner fire, but when he blinked they were normal once more. He thought maybe his ale addled mind was playing tricks on him, but something in the way she smiled at him told him otherwise.
That night, after having said goodbye and parting ways, Sihtric didn’t sleep a wink as he mulled over every interaction with her. He thought himself to exhaustion, thinking how she remained a mystery even after an entire evening spent with her. She looked and acted human, but only on the surface. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it, refusing to believe she was something more on just blind faith. Maybe Finan and Osferth were right, he shouldn’t look too far into it, lest he find an answer he isn’t ready for. His last thought before succumbing to sleep was that he should just accept this was something he was not meant to know.
Rumors from traveling merchants had the whole of Coocham abuzz, stories of some beasts lurking within the woods and preying on the unsuspecting along the roads setting Sihtric on edge. He wasn’t completely oblivious to the rumors that unnatural creatures lurked within the forests at night, but his fear was less for himself and more for his pretty lady. He knew she lived out there alone and even if she was more than a little strange, he worried for her safety against those monsters. When he saw her next, he pulled her off to the side, wanting her to stay in town with him for the time but she refused.
”Please, my lady. It is not safe for you to be alone out there, the stories from travelers worsen everyday. Is there nothing I can say to convince you to stay in town?” He all but pleaded with her, staring into her enchanting eyes and hoping she would see reason.
“I promise you Sihtric, I will be fine. There is nothing out there that will harm me, trust me. Your concern for me is touching and I do appreciate it, but it is wholly unnecessary,” was her response before she glided off once more, leaving him at a loss for words.
He ran his hand down his face after she had left, thinking of how he could ensure her safety before deciding to do something impulsive. If she wouldn’t stay with him, then maybe he could keep an eye on her out there. Which is exactly what he would do, loading his horse with supplies for a day or two after informing Uhtred he was going to look into the rumors of these beasts. It wasn’t a complete lie, but he knew his lord wouldn’t just let him leave if he said he wanted to check in on a random woman. Finan gave him a knowing look, but he knew better than to try and stop the Dane when he had that determined look in his eye.
So, here he was, riding out towards where he guessed his mysterious lady lived as the sun began its descent in the early afternoon. It was foolish and reckless, but he was a warrior and had no fear facing that which goes bump in the night. He set up camp in a clearing after having wandered for some time, the sky varying shades of purple and blue as the sun sank low on the horizon, having not had luck finding where she might live. Normally, the sounds of the night didn’t bother him but this night was different. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched and he was consciously aware that he was alone out here, the moonlight casting its pale glow on the wildflowers that grew among the grass. He fell into an uneasy sleep in his bedroll, the fire dying down and the chill of the night slowly creeping into his furs.
A low growl woke him from his fitful sleep, his eyes snapping open as he saw the unmistakable yellow eyes of a werewolf staring back at him. The large beast was on all fours, saliva dripping from its open mouth and teeth gleaming in the moonlight. The two stared at each other, Sihtric cursing himself internally for not having packed a silver blade in his haste to leave Coocham as he wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword, preparing for a fight he may not win. He knew the only way to land even a blow would come from the element of surprise and well timed dodging, as there was no way he would move faster or be stronger than werewolf. For a beat, they merely looked at each other before the wolf launched himself at Sihtric, the latter dodging at the last moment and bringing his blade down to slash at the torso. He managed to slice a shallow cut, only serving to anger the creature much to his chagrin. The feral and now pissed werewolf backhanded Sihtric in the stomach, effectively throwing him several feet away from the small camp and knocking the wind out of him as his sword was flung from his grasp.
Just as Sihtric’s vision cleared slightly, the beast was on him, pinning him down with its large paws and snarling in his face. His hands came up to push against the creature's chest, pouring every ounce of his strength into fighting it off. Before the wolf could make the final kill, a loud roar filled the air before the ground shook and a massive dragon landed harshly not far from the fighting pair. The wolf seemed to be distracted by the newest arrival, giving Sihtric the opportunity to wiggle out from under it as the dragon slowly advanced on them, a deep rumble escaping its maw. He stared at the mythical creature, feeling light headed from both the fight and the realization that such a being existed. Sure he had heard stories, but they were supposed to be just that, stories.
The two supernatural entities growled and snarled at each other, the werewolf clearly not wanting to fight but angered its meal was interrupted. Sihtric tried to slowly make his way to his blade, giving the creatures a wide berth while keeping his eyes on them. He was breathing heavy and moving slow, the adrenaline beginning to wear off and the pain of his injuries making themselves known. No sooner than he had his sword in hand did the dragon roar lowly once more, a warning for the wolf to leave or else. Seeming to consider its options, its yellowed gaze switching between Sihtric and the scaled beast before deciding to try its luck at getting Sihtric. A foolish choice, and its last.
Before the werewolf made a bound in his direction, scorching hot fire poured from the mouth of the dragon and engulfed the werewolf. The smell of burning flush and the sound of crying wolf overwhelmed Sihtric’s already sensitive senses, and his vision blurred at the edges as he turned away and proceeded to hurl the contents of his stomach onto the barely lit ground. He used his sword as a makeshift cane as he dropped to his knees, the familiar feeling of the hilt grounding him in his rapidly shifting reality. He turned his head and looked at the dragon, who was already watching him closely. He may have imagined it, but he could swear the damned thing looked concerned for him. He had no fight left in him, a look of acceptance for his inevitable death crossing his face as he hoped the dragon would make it quick.
Naturally, this night would only get weirder for him as the beast walked a bit closer before its scales started to twist and fold in on itself, shrinking in size until the unmistakable look of human legs and arms appeared as it shifted into its mortal form. The wings wrapped around the now human, scales disappearing beneath skin as it walked closer, the face of the dragon morphing into a face Sihtric knew all too well. Horns slowly shrank into her skull and as leathery wings forced their way back into her skin between her shoulder blades. Sihtric’s vision blurred once more as the blood rushed to his head, the last thing he saw before fainting entirely being the face of the woman he had been out here for, her bare arms catching him before his head hit the ground.
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S2 - SKMD
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This is beautifully written!!!!
Forged From Death - Sihtric Kjartansson x Widow!Reader
An: Thank you so much @foxyanon for the request and officially turning me into a Sihtric girl. I hope this is everything you wanted. And @zaldritzosrose thank you for creating the header you are amazing!
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Separate from the normal CW section for a special attention. This is going to be dark as reader thinks cruelty of her husband, Sigefrid, and her father towards those around them. No explicit examples of violence or abuse. I really was just trying to capture emotions without talking of direct acts.
CW: Language, political marriage really, Sigefrid is not a good man, neither was reader's father, warlord husband and father, scared child, character death, P IN V sex, fingering, dirty talk, gets quite dirty lots of smut, breeding kink, vague talks of pregnancy kink, she/her pronouns, use of you, reader not really described or named, FLUFFY, Stepdad!Sihtric, found family trope, soulmates trope kinda, love and lust and first sight
Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x reader
Word Count: 6.2k
You knew what you were. A bargaining chip, a prize. Something akin to a crown, symbolizing power. With your own father being a man who bargained in fear rather than respect, you weren’t surprised when your husband was the same.
Sigefrid Thurglison, rather quickly upon marrying you, decided his family’s wealth and power would be found in England. So, you sailed along with him and his brother to find this for yourselves. You, the dutiful wife, who knows your fate would be worse had you denied your father’s arrangement. You, who disappointed your father from birth by just being a daughter, who he could only use as a piece in his games but never actually respect. You, who married a man just like him.
You remained silent throughout. You played your part well, perhaps too well. Your name was used as a way to remind men of the force your husband could bring upon England. Even if they weren’t directly familiar with your father, they remembered the tales their fathers spoke to them, and they bowed at Sigefrid and Erik’s feet.
Until they met a man by the name of Uhtred. You couldn’t tell if he wanted to die or if he was just too stupid to realize that death was a very real possibility. But he was quick to anger your husband and his brother through way of opposition. And, apparently, Uhtred did not heed warnings well. He was unconcerned with the possibility of your father showing up.
“If he wanted England, he would be here,” said a voice from behind Uhtred upon your first meeting. You looked for the source. When you saw the man, you were certain your heart stopped for a moment.
You had seen beauty before. Land, sky, men, women, all of which held a certain captivating air about them. And yet there had been nothing as beautiful as the man who stood before you. You heard Uhtred refer to him as Sihtric, and your eyes made their way over his form. From his brown hair, to his striking yet mismatched eyes, over the angles of his face, and the swell of his muscles that already could be seen straining against the silver bands he wore, there was no part of him you felt was not hand crafted by Freyja herself to be the perfect embodiment of everything she represented.
And Sihtric noticed you. By the gods, did he notice you. You were pretty, prettier than any woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t tell what started swelling faster when he saw you looking back at him and smile: his cock or his heart.
That was the day he swore he would have you.
When he saw you again, it had been over three years. He hadn’t gone a day without thinking of you if he were honest. He was waiting so he could have his chance with you. Those few moments of seeing you was what carried him through the years. You were the face he saw with every victory and every stroke of his cock.
He only wishes it were under better circumstances.
You still resided in the fortress after Sigefrid laid dead on the ground. You knew the only way any of this would end would be if Sigefrid died. And you knew, as you listened to the herd of feet approach the room you were hidden in, that he had.
Sihtric was the first in the room. He knew that Sigefrid would never leave you far behind. It was unfortunate such a man had the honor of being your first husband. Sihtric, though, was perfectly fine being your last.
A feeling that did not waver when he saw you holding a small child close to your body. There was a fear in both of you, but you had the rage of a mother in your eyes. He could see it, and he wanted you more for it.
“He is dead?” you asked Sihtric as others, Uhtred and another you vaguely recognized, came into the room.
Despite having only seen him once, you knew Sihtric could be trusted. You couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was lust clouding your judgement. Perhaps it was a sign. Or maybe you were being stupid and crazy and you would only end up right back where you have been your whole life.
But, his eyes made you feel like that would never be the case again.
“Aye,” he said to you. “How old?” He nodded towards your child, your daughter, who looked at him in fear. He held up his arm, wordlessly keeping Uhtred and the other man from coming any closer.
“Four. She was born here, before we were sent away,” you told him truthfully.
“Her name?” he asked you. He continuously looked between your faces, barely capable of holding himself in place and not taking you in his arms.
“Astra.”
He said nothing else to you for the moment, instead crouching down to be on the same level as your daughter. She clung to you tightly.
“Hello, Astra. Are you hurt?” he said quietly to her. In silence, she shook her head. “Is your mother?”
“Mama is safe, I am safe,” she whispered.
It caused your heart to ache when you heard her repeat the words you told her when everything got quiet. Had you never left England, you would’ve been able to leave Sigefrid. You knew you would have had somewhere to take Astra to keep her safe from him. But when your husband was banished, he swore he would return with your father, and you knew better than to wait around for that. Your only saving grace now was that your father had died before you got back to Norway.
“Would you like to leave here? You and your ma can come with me, if you would like.”
Astra looked up at you, tears in her eyes as they had been all day. You knew that while Sigefrid had never touched either of you, he had given you both more than enough reason to be fearful. And you wanted so badly to make sure she never had to live with this fear again.
Your daughter looked to him and nodded silently. He extended his arms towards her slowly.
“Come then, little one. I will get you out of here,” he said softly. Astra, who had never trusted anyone but you, walked directly into his arms.
The sight of his arms wrapping themselves around her small body caused your heart to ache. It was something you had never thought to wish for, your daughter being in the arms of someone but you. Now you could only pray that this was her new normal.
“I’ve got you little one,” he whispered and stood up, holding her close. “I want you to close your eyes tight and put your forehead against my cheek until I tell you. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded. You watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, her whole face squinting up. Her forehead rested perfectly against his cheek, her brown hair matching his in a shocking way. It almost felt as she was made of him.
“You are as pretty as your ma, brave just like her too,” he told her. You were surprised when you heard her giggle. He looked to you. “Take my arm, Lady. “
You did as he said, stepping closer to him and holding tightly to his arm. He made sure you were not questioned or stopped as he led you out of the fortress. He already had stepped in as your protector and you barely knew him.
When you were outside the walls and far from the carnage, Sihtric finally stopped. You watched as he sat Astra down to stand on her own. He told her it was safe to open her eyes, and she looked relieved when she opened them and saw you.
“Lord,” Sihtric said as he saw Uhtred approach. He instinctually moved to stand between you both.
“Are more men following him?” Uhtred asked you, looking at you over Sihtric’s shoulder. His hand remained on his axe, though he did not unsheathe it.
“He was the last of them,” you told him. And that was the truth. Any men that hadn’t abandoned him before this battle laid dead.
“Do you have anywhere to go?” he asked.
You knew the truth of what he was asking. You were a widow now. Your husband’s family were meant to take care of you now, and your daughter. But Sigefrid was the last of his family, having killed his own brother during his last rampage. Their father had long since been dead and had no living brothers.
“No, Lord,” you told him. “He had no surviving family. And my own father died two winters ago. I was the only child.”
He looked past you to Astra. You could see in his eyes he did not trust you. And you did not trust him. You could not find it in you to trust anyone but Sihtric. But good men, which you ultimately believed Uhtred to be, did not harm little girls.
“You may come with me and my men, then. Until you find other…arrangements,” he said gruffly.
It was three and a half months when you began to worry about your future. You thought of Astra and worried endlessly for her. Her father’s reputation would stain her future forever, you feared. You had no way to provide for her truly. Should your fears be proven true, you wouldn’t even be able to arrange a proper marriage for her when the time would come.
But, you thought perhaps you were worrying too much for Astra. You stood in Uhtred’s hall, watching as Sihtric, Osferth, Finan, and Uhtred spoke, Astra settled peacefully on Sihtric’s lap. She was loved so deeply by Sihtric, and by extension the men he fought beside, one could be forgiven for thinking he was her father. Interestingly enough, she looked more like Sihtric than she ever did Sigefrid.
Uhtred looked to you and nodded, having noticed your presence for the first time. You two had a somewhat uneasy trust in each other now. Well, trust that if either of you betrayed Sihtric, or the others, the other would respond with a blade. And that seemed to make you friends.
Sihtric noticed you, immediately lighting up when he looked at you. He beckoned you to him, to Astra, the both of them holding your whole heart.
You were insane, you knew it. But from the moment you saw him those years ago, you loved him. He was obvious. You would burn down all of England for him if he were to ask.
He had never done anything but protected you and Astra from the very first moment. The day Sigefrid died, it could’ve been so much worse for her. But Sihtric was the one to make sure that no bad ever touched her since he met her.
It was one of many ways that everyone knew you two would find your way to each other. Sihtric would give everything for and to you. As far as he was concerned, the universe began and ended in you and at your feet he would worship. And there had never been a moment in which you doubted his devotion to you or Astra.
“Go say hello to your ma, little one,” Sihtric said softly to Astra.
“Okay, papa,” she giggled as she crawled off his lap while you knelt down.
It was not the first time she had referred to him as such, but it touched your soul every time you heard it. Sihtric looked to you immediately to make sure you did not think to correct her. He was not deluding himself into thinking his presence in Astra’s life could erase all the bad. But he knew, without a doubt, that she was his. From the moment he first held her in his arms, she was his girl and there was no argument he would listen to.
Your darling girl ran into your waiting arms. She was giggling, as she had done since your arrival in Coccham. She was happier than she had ever been. She felt more peaceful.
“Mama, mama, papa is making me an axe,” she told you excitedly.
“Oh is he?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked up to Sihtric. He blushed brightly, especially when Uhtred and Finan began to tease him for being in trouble.
“M-my love, I only,” he said, beginning to attempt an explanation.
“She will need an axe if she is going to be on my shield wall one day,” Uhtred told you, grinning from ear to ear. He stood from his seat, drumming a bit on the table, before he jogged over to you and Astra. “And if there is one thing my Little Star will be it is an excellent warrior.”
You watched as Uhtred picked her up and put her on his shoulders. She squealed and giggled until she was settled on her perch.
“If you are teaching her, then I consider myself lucky to have such a warrior in my home,” you said, standing, while grinning ear to ear. “Perhaps she will be knowledgeable enough to teach our next child.” You looked directly at Sihtric as you said ‘our’.
“Our next ten,” he said back to you. He was still blushing a bit, but he enjoyed these moments.
“And you shall birth them all? If it is up to me, you get five,” you said to him.
“You would give me five more children?” he asked excitedly. You could practically see him buzzing.
“Should you decide to take me as your wife,” you said nonchalantly, shrugging to him as you walked over to the table he sat at.
Once you were in his reach, his arm wrapped around you, hand resting on your hip. There was no hesitation from either of you as Sihtric pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your arms around him.
At first, you had withheld from such public affection. You were only a few months a widow, you felt as though there was some need to respect your loss. But, when your husband had been so cruel to everyone around him and Sihtric was such a soft presence, you lasted perhaps a week before you made your affections clear.
“You honor me, my love,” he said softly. “To think you have already blessed me with one, and are willing to bless me with more. One would be a fool to deny the chance to be your husband.”
You kissed his cheek. It was truly simple with him. There was no darkness. Only love and warmth flowed between you both.
“You will make sure she is careful?” you asked him, bringing the conversation back to the idea of Astra getting an axe.
“Of course, my love,” he confirmed to you. “You know nothing means more to me than the safety of my girls.”
It was less than a month later that you were married. Sihtric made sure it was everything you dreamt of it, everything you were not afforded the first time around. He was watching as you danced with Astra. He loved both of you more than anyone had loved two people.
“Congratulations,” Uhtred said as he sat next to Sihtric. “You will make a fine husband.”
“Thank you, Lord,” he said, smiling. His eyes went between you and Uhtred rapidly, wanting to make sure you never disappeared.
“I see our Little Star got a hold of your hair,” Uhtred smirked as he grabbed a drink. Sihtric’s hand moved to his head, where there was a tiny braid in his hair.
“There is no finer braider in all of England,” he said. “Finan has offered to keep her tonight.”
“Did he tell you Osferth and I were asked to come too?” Uhtred chuckled.
“He did, Lord,” Sihtric laughed, taking a drink of his ale. He sat the cup down, looking to his Lord, his friend. “I want her to be mine.”
“She already is,” Uhtred said. “Nobody will deny that.”
“No, I mean....I want Astra to be just as the children of my blood. I want her to inherit, I want to be responsible for her. Entirely. And should she and my wife allow, I want to give her my name,” Sihtric said.
Uhtred could see a determination on his friend’s face that he had not quite seen before. It shone through in a burning heat. He lived for the family he had with you now. No oath superseded his oath to the two of you, and none ever would.
“Should they wish it, it is done. I will make it known Astra is to be no different than any child of your blood,” he promised his friend. “Now, go dance with your wife. Take her to bed. We will keep our Little Star.”
With a clap on the shoulder, Sihtric stood from the table and began to work his way through crowd to you. You were twirling Astra around, making her laugh and laugh. He could not imagine a more perfect life for himself.
Sihtric chuckled when Astra noticed him and ran into his legs. He knew she was his. She was meant to be his daughter. He could not be bothered by something as trivial as blood. He, of all people, knew family was not limited to blood. Family was created by love, and he loved her enough to create a universe.
Then there was you, his dear wife. He thought you looked stunning in your dress, the deep red color feeling like the physical representation of his love for you. You were more than he could have ever dreamed of. All of his life, he wanted to be what his father wasn’t. A good, honorable man who stayed for his family and loved his wife. A man worthy of love and respect.
And he realized that’s exactly how you saw him.
“Hello, my love,” you said to him when you saw him.
“Are you talking to me?” he asked teasingly, picking Astra up when she stopped dancing.
“Yes, my love. Though, perhaps you would much prefer my husband,” you said, smirking.
“Aye. After all, I will never call you anything but my wife again,” he said and rubbed his nose against Astra’s cheek.
“Hehe papa,” she said as she hugged him tightly. “I love you.”
Sihtric could feel his heart skip a beat. She had called him papa for months at this point, that was no surprise. But, Astra had not told him she loved him. And there was something so precious about hearing it.
“I love you, little one,” he said softly, pressing his lips against her forehead.
You smiled at the two of them. You wanted to hold this moment in your mind for the rest of your life. Capture it, freeze it for all of eternity, something you could hold onto and remember love.
“Now little one, Uncle Finan is excited to start your time together. Your ma and I will see you in the morning,” he told her as he sat her down.
“UNCLE FINAN I AM COMING!” Astra shouted as she ran off through the crowd.
Every person parted to let her through, allowing your eyes to follow her path to Finan. She was loved by most any in town. Her personality was loud and bright enough so that everyone knew her. Of course, it helped that she was always right by your side, and you were always close to Sihtric.
And you knew, at least within the confines of the town walls, she was safe to move about. Most everyone would agree that harming a child is egregious. Everyone agreed that harming your child was the fastest way to ensure a brutal death by the hands of Sihtric, and a quick one by Uhtred and Finan. Even Osferth, sweet Osferth, would pray for his God’s forgiveness as he took the life of anyone who would lay a finger on Astra. She was loved, she was safe. For the first time in her life she did not flinch when she was more than an inch from your skirts.
“Being my wife suits you,” Sihtric told you, drawing your eyes from Finan and Astra to him.
He looked at you with pure adoration. He worshipped you. Made certain that he loved you enough to make the bad parts of your life feel like another lifetime.
“Just as being my husband suits you,” you said to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
His arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you tightly to him. He breathed you in, feeling overwhelmed by you. Everything about you was intoxicating to him. From your beauty, the way you smelled, the way your body pressed against his own, there was nothing that could dampen his desire of you.
“Then it seems we are in agreement,” he said.
“That it does,” you said softly, leaning forward slightly. Your lips hovered next to his ear. “And I think I would like to feel my husband.”
You felt him shudder with your words, the unmistakable hardness of his erection beginning to dig into you. It had not been difficult to get him excited these last months. Even after both of you had agreed to wait until you were married, you had enjoyed riling him up before he returned to his own home.
“I have dreamt of this night for years,” he muttered to you. “From the moment I first saw you, I knew you were mine. I dreamt of my cock sinking deep into you for hours on end.”
It was your turn now for a shiver down your spine. There was no part of you that could deny dreaming of the same thing for just as long. In the years trying to exist outside of England, the nights where you went to bed amidst yells and cheers during another fight to the death for Sigefrid’s amusement, you dreamt of his mismatched eyes. Of his sharp beauty. Of a life you now got to share with him.
You weren’t sure who broke away first between the two of you, but it wasn’t long before you were walking down the streets to his, no your, home. The home you would grow old together in, gods be good. And the two of you couldn’t keep from stopping every few feet, pulling the other for a deep, passionate kiss.
When you finally arrived at the house, he picked you up and carried you over the threshold. In fact, he did not put you down until he could place you on the bed. You had barely recognized that you were laying on it before he was hovering over you, repeatedly kissing your neck.
“Such a pretty wife,” he muttered with every kiss. You put your head back to expose more of your sensitive skin. “Have been blessed, haven’t I? Blessed by the gods to be given such a pretty wife.”
You placed a hand on the bag of his head and gripped his hair firmly. Despite the pull on his hair, you only brought him closer into you. You could feel him starting to grind himself against your thigh, desperately looking for some relief.
“Fuck, Sihtric,” you moaned out. But when his name left your lips, he nipped at your neck quickly. It took you by surprise, causing a quiet squeak to escape you.
“Be a good, pretty wife and do not use my name tonight,” he whispered in your ear.
“Such a demanding husband I have,” you teased. “So desperate to fuck me he has to rut against me like an animal.”
He groaned into your neck at your words, his right hand beginning to fumble with the fastenings of your dress. You ignored the shaking of your own hands, your need of Sihtric outweighing your nerves. This was meant to be, after all. And you had faith it would be perfect.
“Use your mouth for better things and perhaps I will let you fuck a child into me tonight,” you told him. This time it was not a groan, but a quiet whimper, that left his lips. His fingers struggled with undressing you, the way it was held to your body being more complicated than he had thought.
He pulled back entirely, sitting up on his knees as he began reaching for the knife he carried. He cut the fabric of your dress away from your body. You stared at him, eyes heavy with lust.
“Nothing but a dress, you can replace it,” he told you. You could only nod at him as he helped remove the material away completely. After a moment, the tattered remains of the dress and his knife fell together to the floor, just as quickly forgotten.
He stared at your naked form. He could not help it, truly. Everything about you was perfect for him. He leaned forward and kissed you once more, before his lips started trailing down your body. Along your jawline, down your neck, over your collarbone. He only took pause when he got to your breasts. Sihtric’s left hand began pawing at one while his lips wrapped around your nipple.
You moaned quietly as he sucked while massaging your soft flesh. Your eyes fluttered shut, whimpering every time he decided to graze your nipple with his teeth. You wanted to beg him to give you more, to pleasure your aching cunt.
He groaned to himself before pulling away from your breasts entirely, muttering a promise he would play with them more. You almost started to laugh, only for it to catch in your throat when his fingers found your slick. He smirked down at you.
“You must really enjoy this, wife,” he whispered teasingly. His fingers ran up and down your folds, deliberate in their light touching of your pearl.
“Of course, I have only dreamt of you as my husband a few dozen times now,” you told him. Your thighs trembled a bit as you resisted the urge to buck your hips into his hand.
He hummed quietly as he allowed his finger to sink into you. While you became a whimpering mess, he just slowly thrust his finger in and out. Never had you known such bliss. His finger felt thicker than you had anticipated.
“What is it, pretty wife? Cannot think through your pleasure?” he asked you, looking directly into your eyes.
Your resolve finally broke. With a moan, you allowed your hips to move to meet his hand. All you could think of was chasing your pleasure with him.
“You say I am demanding, but you are so needy,” he cooed. He pushed another finger into you, curling his fingers slightly with every thrust of them. His touch was perfectly focused on the spongy spot inside you.
“Love, my love, please, fuck, please,” you moaned. You couldn’t finish a single thought as you felt a band tightening behind your navel.
You had only experienced such a feeling with yourself. Pleasure had never been at the forefront of your life. Until now, at least, since Sihtric seemed determined to make you reach that point. He increased the speed of his fingers movements.
“Cum for me,” he practically demanded of you. His voice was quiet, meant only for your ears, but forceful in nature. “And then I’ll give you my cock. Such a good girl, you deserve it. Don’t you, my love?”
“Y-yes,” you whispered. You gripped the furs under you tightly, the edges of your vision going fuzzy.
“Deserve my cock, deserve my love. You have both, entirely, you understand?” he asked you, his thumb barely ghosting against your pearl.
“Yes, fuck, my love, my husband,” you whined pathetically. It seemed to please him, at least enough.
His thumb finally rested against the bundle of nerves, rubbing circles in time with every thrust of his fingers. The band finally snapped as you cried out, back arching off the bed. A jumbled mess of his name, husband, love, and expletives left your tongue.
You were able to watch as Sihtric removed his touch from you entirely. He brought his fingers to his lips before he sucked them clean, earning another whimper from you. And then you got to watch him undress, his shirt and pants being flung away in a matter of moments.
You weren’t entirely sure which of the gods had blessed you, but you thanked everyone of them when Sihtric stood naked before you. His toned chest and stomach was near flawless, save for a few scars earned in battle. The Thor’s hammer pendant rested against his taut chest. Your gaze washed over the grooves of his form, able to count each muscle, until they finally landed on his cock.
He was blessed even then. His heavy cock bobbed with need. When his eyes caught yours, he smirked at your hungry gaze. He was long and thick enough to make you question just how exactly you were meant to take him in entirely.
Sihtric couldn’t hide his smirk when he grabbed you by the hips and pulled your body closer to his. He groaned softly as his cock now rested against you, already collecting your slick.
“I love you,” he said to you, his voice softer than the cocky look etched on his face would have you expect.
You tried to stutter out some response before he started rubbing himself against you. Anytime the head brushed against your pearl, the feeling stole your words and sent shockwaves through your body. There was a pride he felt at already having you responding like this before having even fucked you.
“I love…fuck, fuck me, fuck I love you,” you finally managed to get out.
“Good girl, using your words,” he cooed. He moved his cock to start pressing against your entrance. “Are you going to keep being a good girl, love?”
“Yes,” you said weakly and nodded
He smiled at you. He grabbed your leg gently, hooking it on his arm, as he leaned down to bring his face closer to you. Your knee pressed against your chest while he kissed you. You melted into his kiss, your hands releasing the furs you laid up on to hold his face gently.
Your kiss only ended on account of the way he couldn’t hold back his whines and whimpers when he pushed into you. He couldn’t help the way your name left him when you took half of him without issue.
He pulled himself away to look down at your face. After a moment, he looked between your bodies and groaned when he saw you impaled on his cock.
“Fuck, such a pretty wife I have,” he muttered. “You ready for more, my love?” he asked when he reconnected your gaze.
“Yes,” you told him, nodding eagerly.
He groaned as he moved his hips forward. It was pure bliss for both of you. His cock throbbed with every thrust, your walls clenching tightly around him. Every nerve ending in both of you felt like it was on fire as your connection only grew. Sihtric watched you every second, trying to make sure it was as mind blowing for you as it was for him.
His speed increased desperately. He needed more, you needed more. Your hands roamed his body, your moans filling his ears like a beautiful song. The head of his cock kept moving against the spongy spot inside, making your thighs tremble once again.
You watched him as he thrust into you. His pendant and your breasts moved in time with his thrusts, captivating him. You could see him teetering the line of control and instinct. He wanted this to be sweet for you, to be perfect, everything you deserved. He has heard enough stories of your life to know you deserved more than to once again be used for someone else’s pleasure.
“Such a good husband already,” you told him, gripping his biceps. His gaze softened when you spoke, his hips stuttering a bit. “We have all our lives for you to make me scream your name in pleasure, do we not? “
He nodded wordlessly. His cock never once stilled in you as he watched you. He kept grunting under his breath, every noise ending in what sounded like a whine.
“Then I say tonight, I want you to finish inside of me until there is no doubt that come morning I am carrying your child,” you commanded.
His mouth hung open, his hips slowing a bit as he stared down at you. You could see him searching for any uncertainty on your face. Yet, he could search for his entire life and never find in you any doubt of him.
You couldn’t help yourself. You leaned up and took his pendant of Thor’s hammer in between your teeth before looking directly into his eyes. His thrusts picked up in speed, going harder and deeper than before.
He closed the gap between you, his lips coming next to your ear as he finally released your leg. On one side all you could hear a symphony of skin slapping against skin as he fucked you at an almost bruising intensity. In the other, he began to whimper and whine for you.
“Pretty wife, amazing mother,” he whispered in your ear, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips. He was throbbing inside you and you could feel just how close he was. The way he twitched and pushed against you, his weight pressing into your chest, the band started to tighten again.
“Already a desperate man for you,” he grunted. You were incapable of getting any sound to leave your mouth. All you could do was focus on his word, his sounds, his movements. He was all you knew to be true in this moment.
“Can’t wait to see you pregnant. Probably prettier, round with child and tits swollen with milk. Fuck,” he said to you as his hips started stuttering more frequently.
Your orgasm overcame you finally, causing you to cry out his name. You were barely aware of his whisperings still in your ear.
“That’s a good girl, fuck, yes, my pretty wife,” he practically growled in your ear. Finally, his thrusts stopped, his cock buried inside you as he released ropes of hot cum into you. Sihtric let out a sound with every throb.
You were trembling when he pulled himself from you, breathing heavily. Carefully, he maneuvered the furs out from under your body before carefully covering you both. You moved closer to him and laid your head on his chest. His arm wrapped around you, holding you as though he was terrified of you walking out the door.
You laid there in silence for several moments, basking in the way you felt. With being given from your father to Sigefrid, you had never known much of love or safety. You had never really known kindness. You had feared for so long that the violence and chaos both of them had brought into their lives and halls would haunt you forever.
Yet, laying here in Sihtric’s arms, you almost couldn’t remember how they made you feel. He made you feel so powerful, so loved, so worshipped beyond belief that you would now go days without thinking of the horrors of your past. Even Astra seemed to feel nothing but safety and love.
You turned your face to look at him. He was looking happily down at you, a cheesy, lazy little grin splashed on his face. You were certain nothing could get better than this.
“I love you,” you said softly. “Especially your eyes.”
He rolled them, yet the smile never faded. “Which is your favorite?” he asked.
“Oh no, that is like trying to choose a favorite mountain, or snowflake. Each so unique, so special, one would be an ignorant fool to pick a favorite,” you told him, smiling up at him. “Luckily, I do not have to. I get to enjoy them until I die.”
“Oh? And if I die before you?” he teased, kissing your forehead.
“You are not allowed. I cannot let you walk into Valhalla without me there to greet you, even if that means I will need to pick up an axe again,” you said simply. It was your truth. “I have spent my entire life waiting for the love you give me. You are not allowed to ever make me live without it again, husband.”
Sihtric tried to hide it, but you could see him wiggle just a bit, his smile spread further, when you addressed him as husband. In the moments past, he was too distracted by lust. But now it was sinking in, for both of you, and you felt just as joyful as him.
“Of course, wife. I would not dare leave you to raise our ten children alone,” he said, smirking as you laughed.
“I believe I said five more,” you told him, raising an eyebrow.
“I believe Freyja will bless us with a small army, as much as I plan to bury my cock in you,” he told you, kissing your forehead. “Speaking of.”
Sihtric smirked before kissing you again, pulling you on top of him. You felt your laugh rumble in your chest as you couldn’t help but kiss him back.
You were finally no longer a bargaining chip.
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Non Sihtric related but my horror side jumping out under the cut
We found a not legal way to watch Late Night With The Devil and I'm fucking SCREECHING!!!!! I've been so excited for this movie, but Europe still has no release date planned and it's driving me mad. So bless Danas, he got it for me and we're going to watch it now! 😭🙏
(Also if this movie gets a theater release here I'll probably go see it again. Goths supporting goths and all that).
#David Dastmalchian is one of my faves and it's his first leading role and the reactions are SO GOOD!!!!!#so proud of that lil goth man
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(TEASER) Forged From Death - Sihtric Kjartansson x Widowed!Reader
Just giving you guys a little teaser for my request from @foxyanon that HOPEFULLY drop in its entirety later this evening.
It's a bit dark as reader thinks cruelty of her husband, Sigefrid, and her father towards those around them. No explicit examples of violence or abuse. I really was just trying to capture emotions without talking of direct acts.
“How old?” He nodded towards your child, your daughter, who looked at him in fear. He held up his arm, wordlessly keeping Uhtred and the other man from coming any closer.
“Four. She was born here, before we were sent away,” you told him truthfully.
"Her name?” he asked you. He continuously looked between your faces, barely capable of holding himself in place and not taking you in his arms.
“Astra.”
He said nothing else to you for the moment, instead crouching down to be on the same level as your daughter. She clung to you tightly.
“Hello, Astra. Are you hurt?” he said quietly to her. In silence, she shook her head. “Is your mother?”
“Mama is safe, I am safe,” she whispered.
It caused your heart to ache when you heard her repeat the words you told her when everything got quiet. Had you never left England, you would’ve been able to leave Sigefrid. You knew you would have had somewhere to take Astra to keep her safe from him. But when your husband was banished, he swore he would return with your father, and you knew better than to wait around for that. Your only saving grace now was that your father had died before you got back to Norway.
“Would you like to leave here? You and your ma can come with me, if you would like.”
“Would you like to leave here? You and your ma can come with me, if you would like.”
Astra looked up at you, tears in her eyes as they had been all day. You knew that while Sigefrid had never touched either of you, he had given you both more than enough reason to be fearful. And you wanted so badly to make sure she never had to live with this fear again.
Your daughter looked to him and nodded silently. He extended his arms towards her slowly.
“Come then, little one. I will get you out of here,” he said softly. Astra, who had never trusted anyone but you, walked directly into his arms.
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A Danish Werewolf in The City
The First Taste - final chapter.
Note: the last chapter has arrived. Thank you to those who have been devouring (haha) this fic, it's been entirely my pleasure! Once again thank you to @foxyanon for helping me out as I attempted my first monster fucking smut. I hope it was worth the wait...
previous chapters: part 1 - part 2 - part 3.1 - part 3.2
Pairing: werewolf!Sihtric x you (f)
Warnings: 18+, horror fic. Smut, monster fucking, and hey, what's a werewolf without some fluff?
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The Moon was full, glowing orange as she peeked through the trees and your half open window. The cool breeze ruffled faintly through Sihtric's dark hair as he towered over you, with his mismatched eyes fixated on your being and his pearly white fangs exposed in a snarl. He had climbed in through your bedroom window, again, leaving claw marks on the walls and ripping your curtains to shreds by accident… again.
Sihtric stared down at you, with parts of ripped clothes dangling from his black fur, thick strings of drool dripping out his parted lips while a low growl began to sound from the back of his throat. It was a frightening sight; those big hairy and pointy ears twitching at sounds you couldn't even hear, and his long whiskers moving along with his glistening nose as he inhaled your scent deeply. His big and feral eyes were fixated on you while you were scarcely dressed and sat upon your bed, as you had half expected him to appear.
You watched him shift smoothly, showing you his human traits while he was still larger than any human could possibly be. Dark hair covered his incredibly muscular body, while his now human shaped ears were still pointy, and his human hands were large and hairy with long nails shaped like claws. He was a beast and yet still a man. A man you loved and a beast you desired.
And when you leaned back on your elbows, slowly spreading your legs for him and teasingly pulling up your nightgown to reveal you weren't wearing any panties, the wolf-man dragged the tip of his large tongue across his sharp teeth, like a hungry beast…
The day after you had met Sihtric at the pub he called you to confess what he had been doing during those months you weren't together. Your silence on the other side of the line was deafening to him once he had told you everything; from hunting and killing dozens of vampires to him lurking around your house at night, he didn't shy away from the truth anymore.
'I knew you were there,' you answered, 'I know I heard you outside my window some nights, hoping to see you again. But I never saw you…'
The relief Sihtric felt when you told him his behaviour was more or less understandable was a feeling he never thought he'd experience. A weight fell off his shoulders and it seemed as if he could breathe freely again. He promised he was done hunting vampires, as most of them had actually been slaughtered by him anyway, and he invited you to stop by his place the next day, so he could show you he was really not that same beast anymore as he had allowed himself to be when he was grieving the abruptly ended relationship.
You met Sihtric while he was fixing up his shed the next afternoon. And what should have been harrowing to see, the knock-off electric chair with the metal chains attached to it to restrain him, wasn't quite as daunting as you had pictured when he told you about his enclosure on the phone. Surely it wasn't normal to have this in your backyard, but you weren't freaked out by it like you would have been several months ago, after your research you simply understood him and appreciated the fact he did everything he could to keep himself and others safe.
Sihtric explained the restraining process to you as he attached a few brand new chains to the ceiling, and you helped clean up the place once he was done. Light touches lingered and you were both quietly tormented by butterflies each time you looked at each other, you just didn't know how to proceed after everything that had happened. And Sihtric, being the monstrous werewolf that he was, was also as shy as a human man could possibly be, so you knew it was up to you to make the first move if you wanted to see where this could lead to.
'So,' you cleared your throat as you were ready to depart, embraced in a hug, 'you're not asking me to stay for dinner?' you half joked.
'I would,' Sihtric chuckled nervously as he looked at you, 'except, I'm having the guys from my pack over tonight, and we're eating wild rabbits. Store bought,' he added quickly, 'but I know you like your fluffy bunnies, so I wouldn't… you know, do that to you.'
'You really are a monster,' you laughed and shook your head, 'a human monster.'
'A human monster is still a monster,' Sihtric smiled faintly, and he slowly drew his lower lip between his teeth as he looked down into your eyes, arms still around you, 'but perhaps we could meet tomorrow? I have all day since I'm still on temporary leave, I just need to be home by nine in the evening.'
'Nine in the evening?' you snorted, 'you're not on house arrest are you?' you jested and checked his ankle for a monitor, to which he laughed and rolled his eyes.
'No, I'm not on house arrest. The full Moon,' Sihtric hinted, earning a soft chuckle from you that set his heart ablaze so easily.
'Of course. I'm sorry, how could I forget. We can meet up tomorrow. And,' you smirked, 'since I helped you with your shed-'
'Helped me with my shed?' Sihtric raised his eyebrow, 'you just watched how I fixed it up and you only helped by swiping a corner, and even barely!'
'Barely help is still help,' you shrugged, 'however, maybe you could help me with fixing up the paint you scratched at? I mean, not to be rude, but that clearly was your doing, so…'
'Yeah, yeah,' he laughed, knowing very well what he had done, 'sure, I'll help you out with that.'
He kissed your cheek before you left, and you both fought the urge to overwhelm each other with text messages throughout the night as you spent it apart.
And Sihtric was as loyal as a pup, stopping by the next afternoon to help paint the outside of your house, as promised, thus covering up the claw marks he had left which looked like the strangest kind of damage to any other person. After you had rekindled over the past few days, Sihtric was feeling more confident again, and you began to see glimpses of the playful man he was before you had witnessed those horrors in the woods. Once again touches and smiles lingered, while you bestowed each other with bad jokes and flirty remarks throughout the day as you painted your house.
You both felt a weird sense of relief once it was covered, and stood next to each other as you looked at the result while the paint dried. It was already getting late when you were gathering the tools left scattered on your lawn, and Sihtric suddenly circled his arm around you, pulling you flush against him before you could even blink.
'You know,' he smiled and took your chin with his tattooed fingers, 'a pretty lady like you shouldn't let a foul creature of the night just climb through her window and into the bedroom. Do you even know what sort of monsters are out there?'
'Oh,' you chuckled as you played along, 'I appreciate your concern, kind sir, and I'll definitely keep it in mind.'
'You better,' Sihtric said with a smirk and winked.
Which was the reason for you to drop everything you held in your arms. You grabbed his face, cupping his cheek with one hand whilst the other moved up into his dark curls as your lips crashed together in a long awaited heated kiss. A kiss that had been held off for far too long now, a kiss you had both been desperate for. You lost yourself in each other's taste and scent and touch while you stood there, fully embraced in the early dusk, and it didn't take long before you started to tug at each other's close and ended up stumbling over, landing on the grass beneath your feet, on top of Sihtric, and you kissed until your lungs burned and begged for air.
'Will you stay the night?' you breathed against his lips as he held you tightly pressed against his strong body.
'I shouldn't,' Sihtric murmured and kissed you greedily again, 'I want to, darling, I really do. But… the Moon,' he said with a hint of sadness, 'it changes me and it's the only night I can't stop it.'
'I know,' you sighed and rested your forehead on his chest, before you looked up at him again, 'but… you know, if you change your mind,' you hinted with a sly smile.
Sihtric laughed, 'Surely you don't want a werewolf in your bed.'
'Hm… maybe I do,' you shrugged, finally speaking your newfound curiosity out loud.
Sihtric chuckled but his face became serious once he understood you weren't joking around. He had sensed the change in you, but he was cautious as he was still more than terrified to lose you once more, now that he had earned you back in his arms again.
'Are you for real? You'd… you'd want to…'
'What if I would?'
'Well,' Sihtric scoffed and smiled lightly as he looked a little puzzled, 'there's no, you know… I mean, hey, I'm not against it, but there are no werewolf sized condoms. And I'm sure in all your research you've read about werewolf pregnancy, and that for a human it's-'
'Lethal,' you finished his sentence, 'yes, I'm aware of that. But,' you smiled as you seductively ran your hand down his chest, 'you forget that I'm on birth control. And I've read that your… load is still human-like, even when shifted. So it would be safe.'
'Huh,' Sihtric scoffed and then laughed, as he had never really thought about that. But he knew you were right. 'Okay, but… are you not repulsed by my werewolf form?' he asked cautiously, still worried you'd be frightened by his appearance once again.
'Your werewolf form is freaky, for sure,' you admitted, 'but your wolf-man form is kinda… eh, sexy. I mean, you're not a full wolf when you shift into a wolf-man. There are mainly human traits I can see then, and you can still talk as a human too. But when you fully shift there's no trace of you anymore as you're just a black wolf, with only your eyes betraying you. And your full wolf form makes me feel safe, I remember you made me feel safe that night. But… as a werewolf, well, more as a wolf-man,' you shrugged with a shy smile, 'I think you might have awoken something in me I didn't realise at first.'
'And… you think you could handle me at my werewolf?' he asked with a cocky smile.
'I think I could handle you at your wolf-man,' you grinned.
Sihtric opened his mouth to speak, but his phone suddenly rang and interrupted the pleasantly tense moment. He sighed as he switched off the alarm he had set, and he apologised that he really had to leave, for it was getting late.
'I should head back home now, the moon will rise soon,' he whispered and kissed your lips, 'I'm sorry, baby.'
'I know,' you murmured, 'just be safe, darling.'
'I will be, I promise,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'
'Or tonight,' you taunted, 'if, you know, you'd want to…'
'Okay, little red riding hood,' Sihtric laughed as he walked off your lawn, 'hey,' he then said as he turned to face you again, 'don't go out tonight, okay? It's not safe.'
'I know,' you agreed and ran over for one last hug, 'are you sure you can't stay?'
'Don't tempt me.'
You smiled, then kissed him and bit his lower lip softly before you took a step back while he held your hands.
'I said don't tempt me,' Sihtric flashed a mischievous smile, 'because you don't know what you're in for.'
For a while, Sihtric wasn't sure if he'd act on your suggestion to stop by when the Moon was full that night. He was more than hungry to explore your newfound desires and curiosity to his beast-like form, but the fear of frightening you away from him once again weighed heavy on his mind. He considered restraining himself, as planned, in an attempt to restore the balance inside of him, but his urge to be with you grew stronger with each passing second as the Moon crept up in the sky. And his animalistic behaviour took full control before the Moon was even at its peak.
He shifted as he was unchained inside his shed, ripping out of his clothes while snapping out of his skin to transform into his hauntingly huge werewolf form. His beastly desires guided him, and he soon made his way to your house, running through the night on all fours with an inhumanly fast pace. He snarled while his mouth watered at the thought of tasting you again, and his loud howl sounded eerily through the night as if it was rutting season already once he reached your residence. He caught the scent of your arousal as he stalked around your property, and it drove him mad with lust while he made sure you were alone.
Parts of his torn clothes still dangled in his fur as he climbed his way up to your windowsill, his claws shredding your new curtains as he snuck inside your room. You stared at Sihtric as his werewolf form towered over you, and soon he shifted in front of your eyes. A shift that took all of Sihtric's strength, as the full Moon always made him transform involuntarily, but he knew you would only let him have you if he was more human-like.
You watched him shift smoothly, showing his human traits while he was still larger than any human could possibly be. Dark hair decorated his incredibly muscular body, while his human shaped ears were still pointy and his human hands large and hairy with his long nails shaped like claws. He was a beast and yet still a man. A man you loved and a beast you desired…
His muzzle transformed back into Sihtric's beautiful face, and upon the sight of you spreading your legs, his eyes began to glow. When you leaned back on your elbows and slowly spread your legs for him, teasingly pulling up your nightgown, he dragged the tip of his large tongue across his sharp teeth, like a hungry beast… and hungry he was. You felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through your body as you looked at him, knowing the wild looking wolf-man was there with only one purpose; to breed you.
Sihtric knelt down at the end of your bed and grabbed your ankles with his warm and large hands. He pulled you effortlessly towards him, throwing your legs over his broad and hairy shoulders, and he locked his strong werewolf-like arms tightly around your hips. You couldn't possibly escape his grip, and you shuddered with anticipation as you felt his hot breath against your already exposed folds. He teased you first, kissing and licking your thighs painstakingly slowly, taking his time to taste your flesh as he dragged his teeth over your skin. You murmured soft pleads, desperately wanting more, and once he delved his tongue between your folds to devour you entirely, you lost all dominance of your being.
Your legs trembled uncontrollably when feeling the slow and deep strokes of his large and broad tongue, while his teeth lightly grazed your sensitive skin, constantly reminding you that you were being pleased by a supernatural creature, by a beast.
You arched your back at the intense sensations Sihtric gave you, and you placed one hand across your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your moans, while you gripped the sheets tightly with your other. His large arms had you locked in with his claws pressing onto your skin. And everytime your body jerked out of pleasure he held you tighter, making sure you couldn't squirm out of his grip as he consumed you like a starved beast, his hair pleasantly tickling between your thighs while lapping your core. Your head was spinning as you pushed yourself up your elbows again, looking down at Sihtric and finding his eyes glowing brightly while he looked up at you as he made you near your high. He watched you fall apart before him, and didn't stop until your moans had died down. He looked at you, pleased and satisfied as he licked his lips while your juices still coated his facial hair.
You tried to move further up the bed as you were lightheaded, with your legs weak and trembling, but the wolf-man wasn't quite done with you. He smoothly climbed onto your bed, and his claws sunk into your mattress as he crawled slowly towards you, flexing his huge muscles beautifully while ripping your sheets fortuitously.
'You're not going anywhere,' Sihtric purred as he mounted you, and brought his face close to yours, 'my little red riding hood.'
He pinned your arms above your head, and you felt so small yet so safe under his impressive form. He held your wrists with just one of his massive hands, while his other wrapped around your throat as he smiled devilishly.
'I warned you,' Sihtric whispered against your lips, 'to not let any creatures of the night into your room. But you didn't listen, did you?' he chuckled darkly, 'and now… a big bad wolf has caught you. And he won't let go until you're fully bred.'
His sharp teeth made a slight cut in your lip as he kissed you hungrily, and a low growl sounded as he tasted your blood in his mouth while his tongue was inside yours. He proceeded to kiss your neck, flicking his large tongue against your skin in between kisses while he lined his large and hard cock up with your entrance. A silent gasp left your lips as he entered you with ease while stretching you brutally with his size, yet it was strangely pleasant all the same. He didn't give you any time to adjust, knowing your slick would soothe the burning sensation soon enough as he vigorously rutted into you, fucking you like a feral beast while grunting and growling heavily in your ear.
He tossed you around the bed as he had his way with you, your moans and cries for more only making him further aroused and wanting to breed you for hours on end. Which is exactly what he did, filling you with his seed over and over again, until you were completely ruined with tears staining your cheeks as you smiled at him with dazed eyes. And as soon as his beast side was satisfied, his human side made him feel ashamed for letting himself go like that.
Sihtric was fast to shift into his daunting werewolf form after he had pulled out, growing back his ears and muzzle along with his bushy tail. And he quickly picked you up in his huge arms, pressing you against his furry chest while he laid down on your bed, keeping you snug against him as you dozed off in his warm and comforting embrace.
You were safe.
The next morning you woke up, feeling absolutely wrecked but happier than ever when you found Sihtric sleeping next to you in his human form. You cuddled up closer, wanting to pull the sheets over his naked body, but you discovered they were shredded once again. You sighed with a soft chuckle, which woke him up, and he rubbed his eyes before he gave you a shy smile.
'Who knew the big bad wolf could be so shy after his deeds?' you smiled.
Sihtric hid his face in the crook of your neck while his hand moved up into your hair, and he then gently forced your lips to his, capturing you in a soft and sweet kiss.
'How do you feel?' he asked, his voice raspy.
'Wrecked,' you snorted, 'and sore…'
'Sorry,' Sihtric smiled sheepishly.
'Don't be. I asked for it, didn't I?' you laughed, then became serious again, 'but… so… can we make this a monthly thing then, or…?'
Sihtric laughed, pleasantly surprised you weren't freaked out by the night before, and he shrugged.
'Do you want it to become a monthly thing?'
'Yeah,' you confessed shyly, 'if you want it too?'
'Of course I do,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you don't know how good it feels to release that… that tension.'
'Well,' you giggled, 'I sure know how good it felt to me.'
You looked at him and slowly traced the scars on his face with your fingers, a gesture which made Sihtric become silent and feel vulnerable, for you weren't afraid of him and his past anymore. He sensed it, he felt it, and he loved it.
'I love you,' you whispered.
'And I love you,' he whispered, 'mine?'
'Yours,' you said with a nod, and you kissed his lips once more, 'but you have to stop destroying my curtains and the sheets, please.'
'The curtains?' he frowned and looked over at your window, finding them ruined, 'yeah, sorry about that. And sorry for the sheets.'
Sihtric swallowed hard and pulled you in for a tight hug, in an attempt to not make you wonder if he had left new claw markings on the outside of your freshly painted house, because he had, but he wasn't going to tell you yet.
'Sihtric?' you whispered against his neck as he held you.
'Hm?'
'I love you… in every form.'
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15 Questions for 15 Friends
thanks for the tags, @whitedarkmoonflower, @lord-aldhelm & @thenameswinter99!
Are you named after anyone?
nope!
When was the last time you cried?
couple of days ago :)
Do you have kids?
nope
What sport do you play / have played?
I do some kickboxing at home from time to time. When I was younger I did horseback riding for several years.
Do you use sarcasm?
never.
What's the first thing you notice about people?
their energy
What's your eye color?
mixture of brown and green
Scary movies or happy endings?
scary!! but I love a good happy ending too
Any talents?
I'd say I'm really good at rearranging the furniture at 3 in the morning and making jokes that are slightly too dark sometimes
Where were you born?
Netherlands
What are your hobbies?
writing, reading, hiking, watching movies/series and listening to music/going to concerts.
Do you have any pets?
two (b)rats
How tall are you?
I'm about 5"4 (163cm)
Favorite subject in school?
I loved English class and I did a specific course my last two years in highschool that focused on safety/security (it was a class where you learned basic cop stuff, so to say, like reading body language, how to approach "dangerous" people and how to act in situations alike etc) and I was actually really fucking good at that and also used to know the entire Nato phonetic alphabet from the top of my head (I still remember most of that, party trick????)
Dream job?
never had one to be honest, I was simply born to be a wife to a rich vampire husband, but alas.
I think most have been tagged in this by now, otherwise (no pressure), @neonhairspray, @foxyanon, @zaldritzosrose, @gemini-mama, @alexagirlie, @legitalicat!
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