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Moon Crazed *Mature*
Summary: Henry seems especially crazed on his birthday, and you don't understand why, until you check the calendar again.
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 2.9k
Warning: M - Fluff, Angst, Banter, Pet Names, Language, Gray Hair Appreciation, Cuddles, Supportive Spouse SMUT - Birthday Sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it!), Possible Voyeurism, Sneak Attacks, Doggy Style, Hickeys, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Super light Anal, Rutting, Hinted Breeding Kink, Light Spanking, Body Fluids, Biting
Inspiration: Henry's 40th Birthday being on a literal Full Moon!
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You hummed softly, standing at the refrigerator as you filled your water bottle with ice from the dispenser. Unaware of the predator stalking up behind you. Until strong hands grabbed a hold of your hips, causing you to let out a startled scream and drop your bottle, the ice chips rattling in the black plastic as it struck the hardwood floor.
“Henry!” You yelped as he spun you around to face him, but smiled, nonetheless. “What are-” You started, but he captured your lips in a hungry, heated kiss, that had you breathless before you could finish your question.
There were black spots in your eyes, when the kiss finally broke and you were dizzy, only vaguely aware of a coolness from your waist down, then Henry's hands were back on your hips and he was lifting you onto the island in the middle of the kitchen. You hissed, feeling the cold butcher block on your bare skin, Henry having stripped you of your pants and underwear.
“Whoa, Cavill!” You huffed, pressing your knees together and planting your palms to his collarbone. “The fuck has you so crazed?” You asked, seeing how bright, clear and wild his blue eyes were, his pupils blown out from his mounting arousal.
“This.” He purred, his voice rumbling, as his fingers swiped at your exposed folds.
“Oh, holy Jesus!” You gasped, off guard, wiggling on the counter. “Right, Okay.” You panted, softly. “Birthday boy is in a mood.”
“Birthday boy is hungry.” He growled, dropping to his knees and yanking you to the edge of the island, your legs draped over his broad shoulders, while his mouth showed no mercy at attacking your womanhood.
Your hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his curls. “What is it? A full moon!” You cried out, eyes crossing and rolling back, feeling Henry's tongue swirl against your swelling clit. “Hen-Ry.” You moaned, hands slipping from his hair as you fell back across the counter, the muscles of your thighs twitching under his onslaught.
“Such nice red velvet.” He cooed, his breath hot against your wet folds, as he licked your icing off his lips.
“You're crazy.” You wheezed back, your head lulling side to side, while you gazed up at the vaulted ceiling.
Smirking, Henry pressed his lips to your humming pearl, drawing a breathy moan from deep in your throat, with the gentle suckles that only grew with intensity. His tongue flicking out to tease, torture and collect your sweet nectar, but never yet permitting the mounting rapture that balanced on a knife's edge. You tried rolling your hips against his mouth, antsy to feel that sweet relief at the mercy of his skilled mouth. But Henry's hands gripped them, pinning you to the counter with a near bruising strength.
“It's my birthday.” Henry huffed between your thighs, glaring up the length of your heaving body, feeling the throb of his clothed girth at the sight of the mounds of your breasts, nipples hard through the fabric of your shirt. “Behave.” He growled, slipping a hand into your shirt to pinch and tease one of your peaks, while his mouth left a dark purple mark on the inside of your trembling thigh.
You shivered at the contact, whimpering, but laid as still as you could. Henry chuckled, loving the madness he was driving you into. He laid an open mouth kiss to your pearl and took a deep breath, filling his senses with your heady scent, that only seemed to drag him deeper into his own psychosis. You hiccuped at the feel of his teeth nipping at your dripping petals, lifting your head and letting out a shocked huff at Henry, whose eyes only regarded you mischievously, not willing to stop and lift his head.
His tongue finally split you open, licking and snaking down your tunnel, chuckling at the hums and pants you were making at the attention. He removed his hand from your hip, his thumb easily finding your clit and applied just the right amount of pressure as his tongue found your spot.
Starting to hiccup, with surprise at the rushing of the orgasm that hit you, your back curving off the counter, before it caught in your throat, face twisting in ecstasy. “Henry!” You cried out, breaking through the surprise, “Oh god, Hen!” You mewled, falling limp as it wore off.
Henry stood up, a heavenly and satisfied look on his face. “Mmm.” He moaned, smirking at you. “You taste so damn good, baby girl.” He chuckled, wiping at the droplets on his lips and chin, before tugging down his sweatpants.
“Shit!” You cried out, nails clawing at the butcher block underneath you as Henry eased his weeping cock into you. “Warn a girl!” You barked, hooking your shaking legs around his thighs.
“That was your warning, babe.” Henry laughed, gripping one of your hips and planting his other hand on the counter, as leverage.
You looked up at Henry and saw a familiar glint in his blue eyes, but it seemed a bit more than usual. “Christ alive.” You sighed, gripping the wrist he had at your hip.
“You're all strapped in, honey?” He chuckled, rubbing your hip with his thumb.
“I know you, Cavill!” You answered, clenching around him.
Moaning, Henry bit his bottom lip and pushed his hips forward into you with as much strength as he could, rocking you further up the counter. With his pace set, Henry didn't relent, not even when your nails broke the skin of his wrist.
“Filling you up never gets old, babe.” Henry panted, recovering from his climax. “Unlike somethings.”
“The hell does that mean?” You wheezed, gulping thickly.
“Nothing.” He sighed, pulling you up and kissing you sweetly on the lips. “Just rambling. Come take a shower with me?” He asked, smiling at you.
“Of course.” You nodded, sliding off the island and following upstairs to the master bathroom.
Later that afternoon, you stood in the laundry room tossing things from a hamper into the washing machine, when you looked up and saw Henry's reflection in the window that was behind the machine.
“Hey there, handsome.” You cooed at him, leaning into the hamper to grab the last handful of dirty clothes. “Did you have a good workout?” You asked, tossing them in and closing the lid.
“Mmhm.” He replied, resting his shoulder against the door frame to watch you.
“Good.” You smiled, pushing up on your toes to reach the controls and started the machine, just as Henry pushed off the door towards you, trapping you against the vibrating appliance. “What—Oh, this again?” You purred, feeling his hand slip around you and into the band of your leggings and panties. “You are in a randy mood today, Puppy.” You said, in a sultry voice.
“Just today?” He husked back, gently rubbing your still, slightly, sore delicates.
You chuckled softly, unsure how to answer that or if it was rhetorical. “You always make me feel good, Henry.” You moaned, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. “Above other things.” You smirked, kissing the underside of his jaw.
“Mmm.” Henry moaned back at you, working his fingers a little more vigorously against your privates. “What other things?” He asked, pushing your shirt up and cupping one of your breasts in his paw.
“I think you're currently do-doing a goo-good job.” You gulped, pressing your back harder against his chiseled chest.
“Oh yeah?” He smirked, pressing his lips to the top of your head, as a finger crooked into your entrance, teasing. “You like when I finger you?”
“Like is an inadequate word.” You whimpered, toes curling against the tiles of the laundry room floor. “Love it. Get off on the mere thought of. Have a yearning for most hours of the day.” You confessed, bracing a hand on the edge of the washer to help keep yourself up.
Henry smiled into your hair and allowed you to give in, feeling your wet warmth wash over his hand. “I love pleasuring you, more than almost everything else.” He cooed, turning you around to cup your face in his sticky hand, kissing you deeply.
“More laundry.” You giggled, after breaking the kiss, taking off your leggings and soiled panties, opening the washer machine to toss them in, yelping as Henry's hand connected to your bum.
“If I had it my way, you'd only be naked at home.” He grinned, biting the corner of his lip at the mere thought of getting to see your naked body at all hours in the privacy of your home.
“Oh, of that I am sure, my love.” You snorted, nodding your head. “And the feeling is mutual.” You added, tugging on the front of his shirt.
“I can fix that.” Henry laughed, blue eyes glittering.
Laying on your bed, arms folded beneath you, exhausted from the events of the day, you were again unaware of Henry coming for you, until you heard the floor creak.
“Christ alive!” You spooked, looking at him, before busting out into a smile, finding he was stark naked. “What has gotten into you, Henry?” You asked, rolling onto your back to look at him. “Twice already today we've had shenanigans throughout the house.” You said, running your eyes along his godly body. “Not counting our regular morning meeting.”
“Is it so hard to believe I can't get enough of you.” Henry asked, cocking a brow in your direction.
“No, not in the slightest, husband.” You purred at him, feeling his waves of need coming off of him, even from the gap between you. “It's just strange. You haven't been this needy in quite a while.”
“I've been on a mission to correct that.” He confessed, closing that gap. “Get undressed.” He ordered you, standing at the edge of the bed.
Smirking at him, you pulled your shirt off over your head, breasts bouncing as you did, much to Henry's delight and increased arousal. But when it came to your shorts, thumbs hooking in the waistband of them and your panties, you pushed them down painfully slow, your eyes dead on Henry's. You watched his throat bob and his fingers flex, as he pulled out every ounce of willpower not to launch forwards and rip the article of clothing off of you, himself.
His willpower finally broke and he snatched your pants off the rest of the way, tossing them carelessly aside, then climbing into bed with you, rolling you back onto your belly.
“Oh, we're just being a ball of fun today!” You giggled, as he used his knees to push your legs apart, one thick arm wrapping around your waist and hoisted your hips and bum up, while rutting his hard cock against the valley of your cheeks, grunting in your ear.
“I'll show you fun.” He growled, biting the side of your neck, while grasping himself at the base.
You let out a breath, feeling his tip run down between your cheeks, making the space slick with glossy droplets. He paused to tease your special hole, causing you to gasp and clench in surprise, a rumble of a chuckle bubbling out of Henry as he carried on, rubbing your pleasantly weeping entrance.
“Do you like it when I play with you?” He rasped, pressing his forehead against your temple, his eyes dark, like a storm over an ocean. “When I fill you up.”
“Hm.” You hummed, pushing back against him, eager and impatient to feel him fill you again. “I love it.” You whispered, breathily. “It makes me feel good, Henry.”
Smirking, Henry slowly eased himself inside of you, wanting to feel every little bit as he did. A shiver ran down both your backs as the last inch of his manhood came to rest in your sensitive canal, flexing and molding around him. With quick snaps of his hips, Henry drove himself into you without giving away any ground.
You moaned, hands twisting up in the duvet beneath you as Henry rocked harder into you. Arching your back more, adjusting him and causing you to let out a sweet, almost deafening, cry. Henry grasped the underside of your jaw, pulling your head back to rest on his shoulder and closing his mouth against your throat, timing his sucks and bites with his thrusts.
Leaving behind yet another mark of his passion for you.
“Henry, please.” You moaned, brows creasing. “Touch me.” You gulped, licking your lips.
He moaned against your neck, removing his hand from your face to slip it beneath you, finding your swollen bud, drenched in your combined fluids. Henry was torturous at rubbing clit, but did nothing to rush the pace of his hips. You whined, kicking your feet a little bit and shifting your knees to try and get more leverage, but Henry used his own body to keep you in place.
“You devil.” You sighed at him, yanking your neck away from his mouth.
“Mmhm.” Henry hummed back, not missing a beat, but smirked at you devilishly, before pulling away from you, standing up on his knees to watch himself slide in and out of you. “What a beautiful sight this is.” He purred, rubbing his palm up and down your glistening back, squeezing your neck for a moment.
“Pity you can't see it yourself.”
“Feels amazing as is, big boy.” You answered, propping yourself up on your elbows.
Henry popped you on the ass, applying more pressure to your clit and increased his thrusts, rocking the headboard against the wall. You gripped the duvet for leverage and rocked in tune with him, feeling the hot build of your climax, soft whimpers leaving your parted lips and tears blurring your vision as it finally boiled over, surging around Henry's shaft, the hot pulse intensifying as his own orgasm mounted.
“Henry!” You cried, the sensation of him pumping searing ribbons of his seed into you just as maddening compared to your own.
Pulling out of you, Henry dropped to his side beside you, flushed, sweaty and panting. You rolled onto your side, unfazed by the massive wet spot on the blanket the two of you made, and looked at your husband, smirking. Reaching out for him and gently brushing the damp curls off his forehead, your eyes softening at the sight of the grays you saw in them. Especially at his temple. They drew a smile across your lips.
“What are you smiling about?” Henry asked lazily, cracking an eye at you.
You giggled at him, wiggling in closer. “Just noticing all the new grays you have.” You cooed, resting your head on his bicep and twisting the graying curl around the tip of your index finger, fondly, only to have Henry turn his head out of your grasp.
“Old man.” He huffed, a frustrated crease between his brows.
“Hardly!” You laughed, amused, pressing a kiss on his sternum. “Just because you turned forty today, doesn't make you an old man, Cavill.”
“I damn well feel like one.” Henry growled, fixing his blue eyes on you. “Never this winded after making love to you.”
You sucked your bottom lip in, biting down on it, as you regarded him with understanding and loving eyes. “Is this what everything's been about today?” You finally asked, cupping his bearded cheek. “You sneak attacking me everywhere in the house.” You smirked, your body tingling at just recalling them, but your smile faded seeing the look in his eyes and face.
“Do you think you can't--” You struggled for a moment, a lump in your throat.
“Satisfy you.” He finished for you. “Yes. I've been worried that hitting forty meant that I would lose the ability to keep satisfying you. Seeing the gray hairs in the morning, when I get up to shower, has only increased that anxiety.” He confessed, looking away from you.
“Henry.” You mewled, heartbroken at your husband's words. “You have never lacked there, or anywhere. Today is a fine example of that.” You tried to get him to understand. “We were intimate four times throughout the day, on top of the festivities for your birthday. You have nothing to be concerned about.”
Henry looked back up at you, a look of relief in his cerulean orbs. “You don't think I look silly with them?”
You huffed and clicked your tongue at him, rolling your eyes. “Henry Cavill, I've known and seen you with a great many looks over the last eight years, because of your occupation, and I've never known you to look silly.” You told him, honestly. “Even when you thought you would with the Kingstache.” You giggled, grinning at that memory.
“Lord, that was an identity crisis.” He huffed, shaking his head.
“But,” You looked him squarely in the eyes. “You with gray hair is rather dashing, in my opinion, and I can't wait to see a few more.”
“Oh, that's how it is!” He said, wrapping his arms around you and rolling onto his back, so you straddled his waist. “You like being married to this gray fox!” He laughed, pawing at your butt.
“What is this! A full moon!” You whooped, wiggling out of his grasp to grab your phone and pulled up what phase it was. “Sure as hell!” You laughed, looking over at him. “Your birthday is a full moon!” You smirked, setting your phone back on the nightstand and crawled back into bed with him.
“So, my gray fox is Moon Crazed!”
“Crazed by something.” Henry purred, pulling you in for a kiss.
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The Wrong Way: Chapter 1
Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader
DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Chapter 2
Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, an both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?
WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, attempted sexual assault (not Joel), somno, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot)but fair warning, major age gap
This is a reader fic, reader is early 20's, Joel is 40's at this point, reader is small enough that the men can lift her, but these are strong men. Reader is also refered to as little one, little girl ETC, but that's more in reference to her age/innocence than physical size.
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The first time you met Joel Miller was a flurry of events.
“C’mon Joel, I don’t have it this time but I promise, next month its yours”
Jaimie, your dad, stood in front of Joel, who was unarmed but guarded by his group of fellow raiders who had guns pointed at Jaimie and his men. “Next time you’ll owe me nearly double, I’m tired of waiting, I got a reputation to uphold.”
Jaimie owed Joel money, and a lot of it. The amount of land Joel controlled was expansive, a damn near kingdom at this point that FEDRA didn’t bother with since it was so far out in the middle of nowhere. Joel and his gang of raiders made a near Viking-like living out here. You could either pay Joel monthly with small amounts of food or resources and in return you have a modicum of protection from him and other raiders as Joel’s men patrolled areas under their control, or Joel just raids you and takes everything you have. Easy enough choice. Problem was, if Joel’s men raided your farm or town, in general, they didn’t kill you if you didn’t try to fight. However, if he didn’t get what he expected from you, he was none too thrilled about using his men's resources to protect people who weren’t paying, and that debt could easily end up with someone dead, and that’s how Joel came to your dads house.
“Fine” Joel grumbled, turning to one of his men, a tall redhead. “Kill him”
“Wait!” Your dad shouted, and Joel held up a hand to stop the gunman.
“I’m listening”
“I have a daughter” Jaimie offered.
Joel narrowed his eyes at that. “You think I need help getting my dick wet?” He began to turn to the red haired man again, when your dad shouted the words that really piqued Joel’s interest.
“She’s a virgin!”
Jaimie continued, motioning for one of his men to get you from where you were hiding in the hall. “You can have your way with her, as long as you want, knock off some of what I owe you, and next month I’ll have the rest, unless of course you want her again.”
You’re pulled in before the two groups, and had the distinct feeling you were on display.
A man to the right of Joel, looking a little younger than him but only by a few years, with longer, dark hair, finally spoke. “You pimping out your own daughter?” He said with disgust.
Your dad glared at him. “Judge me all you want, Tommy, not all of us have powerful family to protect us” he turned back to Joel.
Joel held out a hand, stopping the interaction, then turned to you. His gaze was intense, focussed, harsh, and you couldn’t help but be afraid. You were used to this, of course, your dad using you as a bargaining tool, bad men who had used you and hurt you, leaving bruises and scars that were visible even from where Joel stood, but Joel was different, Joel was powerful, Joel was a cold blooded killer, and was not someone you wanted to upset or god forbid disappoint when he took you; you might end up with a bullet in the head if he wasn’t happy with a blowjob.
Joel scanned you, taking in your body and no doubt the marks that littered your skin. “You let them do that to her?” He referenced the bruises.
Your dads hands were still raised. “Other men have used her mouth, but nothing other than that. Some men just want to toss her around, rough her up a bit, get themselves off like that, but you’d be the first inside her.”
“Joel.” The younger man spoke with a warning. “Don’t”
“I’ll do damnwell whatever I please” Joel grumbled, turning to your dad. “Mouth only, I’ll see if she’d worth buying more off after that.”
Jaimie nodded. “Sure! You can rough her up too, if you want, that’s extra, of course-”
“Shut up, I’ll decide the price when I’m done with her.” Quickly, Joel strode over to you and hanked you out of the other man’s grasp, half-dragging you to another room, your dad calling out to you not to mess this up.
Joel grabs you by the neck and shoves you to your knees, the cold, hard floor stinging against your kneecaps. You try your best to suppress the shaking fear inside you and play good little whore, reaching up to undo his belt buckle but Joel smacks your hands away, yanking you by your hair to look at him.
“Listen to me, sweetheart.” Despite the pet name, his tone was harsh and condescending. “I don’t need you to do anything, you’re just a warm, wet hole for me to get off with, got it?”
You nod.
“Just stay still and this will be over soon enough. Hands behind your back, now.” He demanded and you did as you were told, holding both your hands behind you and opening your mouth.
Joel took his cock out, and an involuntary whimper escaped you; you’d never been with a man this big, and if he liked you, he was supposed to deflower you? How was all that supposed to fit?
Joel must’ve seen the fear in your eyes. “I’ll start slow, but after that, I ain’t taking it easy on you, little girl.”
You nod quickly, thankful for even small mercies.
Joel kept his word, sliding into you slowly, carefully, pausing when you gag, and allowing you to adjust when his full length was inside. Tears pricked at your eyes, it hurt so bad, but you needed to do good. If Joel didn’t like you, whatever you dad would do as punishment would be way worse than this.
He pulled himself all the way out, and told you to take a breath. “This is where the fun begins”. When he thrust his dick inside you, you heaved so hard that if you had eaten anything, you would’ve thrown up all over him, spit spilling out of your mouth mixed with stomach bile, your scalp stinging from his painful grip on your hair.
“Fuck yeah, gag on it” You can hear him say above you, and it’s not like you have a choice, continuing to make a mess on him and yourself, the drool dripping down your chin.
“Such a pretty little mouth” he grunts with each thrust. “Wonder what that tight little cunt would feel like.” You can’t help but whimper, knowing how much it would hurt to feel Joel stretching you open. His breathing becomes heavier. “Don’t know if I can have you just once, princess, just look at you…” His fingers entangled themselves deeper into your hair, holding you still as he fucked your face. “Might just have to keep you, be my little pocket pussy to use whenever I want, you want that? Hm?” When you don’t respond, you keep your eyes tightly closed, as the pain in your throat grows.
Joel huffs a laugh when you don’t respond, not that you could say much of anything either way. “Well, you don’t really have much of a choice. But wouldn’t it be better? Only me? No more random men? Of course, I’d fuck you, be the first one inside you…” His pace was faltering, imagining breaking you open, your blood on him… “Fuck!” Joel cums in your mouth with no warning, and you begin to cough and choke, cum and spit falling out of your mouth and he pulls you off him by your hair, throwing you to the ground.
You lay there, heaving and coughing, face covered in spit, tears and cum and maybe a little blood, your throat burns and your just want to curl up and cry, but Joel is pulling you up. “Let's go” he’s yanking you around again, and you stumble to the door, feeling somewhat like a rag doll. Before opening, however, Joel stops, wiping his sleeve roughly on your face. “Can’t let them see what a pretty mess you make, princess.”
When he pulled out outside, where it seems the tensions hadn’t eased, Joel announces he’s taking you.
Your dad immediately protests, and for a moment you think he might actually care about you, until he gives his reason, being that he sells your mouth for extra money, and Joel can’t take that away from him.
“I’ll wipe your debts clean” Joel isn’t even looking at him, yanking you to where his men had loaded resources onto their horses.
“But that’s-”
“And the next three months free.”
Your dad seemed to recognize that Joel wanted you, and tried to trade for more and Joel hoped on his horse, never letting go of your arm. Effortlessly, he reached under your arms and pulls you up onto the horse, and you suddenly realize the weight of the predicament. Joel was taking you, and you weren’t coming back. He was going to fuck you until he was tired of you, then throw you away, if he doesn’t kill you. You were never going to see your friend or your brother again.
“Joel, come on, she’s my only daughter” You dad tried one more time, and you begin to squirm in Joel’s lap, wanting out. “She’s worth a little more than that, untouched.”
“Dad, please, don’t”
Joel wraps an arm around you and points a gun at your dad's head. “Three months, and I don't blow your brains out right now.”
Raising his hands, Jaimie backs down, giving up.
“Lets go” Joel says to the younger man from before, and turns his horse around.
You hear your name called from the house, and turn to find your brother running outside.
“ZACH!” You scream for help, the fight in you kicking in, desperately trying to get out of Joel’s arms. The horse takes off, and you turn to see Zach getting on his own and starting after you and your dad telling him to stop.
Turning around, in one movement, Joel turns your head into his chest to cover your ears, and shoots.
You scream, and turn to see your brother fallen off the horse, laying still.
The first time you saw Joel Miller, he fucked your face, bought you, kidnapped you, and killed your brother in a span of ten minutes.
“One stop princess, then we can go home, and you get to be my little toy.” Joel spoke, his breath hot in your ear, as if he was your husband taking you home after a wedding, not the man who just uprooted you from everything you know.
The stop, as it turned out, took 2 hours to get to, and you were exhausted and in shock by the time you, the younger brunette and the redhead separated from the group. Joel had tied up your arms in front of you, not that you could escape even if you tried. Joel was much stronger than you. You were nearly nodding off, Joel’s hold on you keeping you upright, the adrenaline rush leaving you bone tired, when you heard a woman’s voice.
“You trafficking girls now, Joel?”
You open your eyes wearily to find a woman on a horse with two others flanking her, she had dark skin and her hair was in braids, eyeing Joel with disgust.
Joel’s hand ran across the top of your chest, closer to your collar bone but enough to make your whimper. It was a display, more than anything, meant to get a rise out of the woman. “What would you do if I was?”
“Not much I can do, it seems.” She seethed.
“Relax, Maria. Her dad was the one was selling her, I bought, she’s staying with me.”
You were dreary, unable to keep your eyes open, only listening to the voices.
“And that’s supposed to be better?”
You could feel Joel shrug. “Maybe, maybe not. But she’s not getting passed around like she was at her dads. We ain’t making a habit of it, if that makes you feel any better.”
Joel motioned the redheaded man over, who Joel referred to Nick. “Take her, just up the hill there, out of earshot, but where I can see her. Do. Not. Touch.”
Falling asleep against your best attempts to stay awake, you feel yourself getting picked up and handed off into another's arms. Over the next few hours, you were in and out of sleep, unable to fully rest but unable to stay away either. Passed back to Joel, who you only knew was him from the smell of his leather jacket, and another long ride for god knows how long, you finally awaken when Joel passes you down from the horse and into the brunette man’s arms before climbing down and reclaiming you. You felt like an object they just passed around as needed, no regard for you. You open your eyes in front of a large house, trying to take everything that had happened in the last few hours, but between your sleep addled brain and the general shock of it, you found yourself unable to. This is where you’d stay for the remainder of your short life, Joel rapeing you and letting god knows who else do the same until you die. Joel starts pulling you inside.
“Please” You whimper before you can stop yourself.
Joel thrust you up against the door, his face right next to yours and his beard rubbing against your skin, burning it. “What was that, little one?”
But you don’t reply.
“Joel…” the younger man says from behind the two of you.
“Shut up, Tommy.” He pulls you back, opening the unlocked door. “You ain’t fucking in charge here. I paid good money for her.” He snaps to Tommy, his large hand around the back of your neck tightening, making you whimper. “And I’m bout to get my money's worth.”
“I know” Tommy steps forward, carefully, like he has experience cooling his leader down. “We just road 4 fours, maybe you should wait, you’re tired-”
“You calling me old?” Joel fully turned around, his hand moving to the front of your throat, pressing your back into his front.
“No, that ain’t what I’m saying, Joel. I just mean you got her as long as you want her, no need to do it tonight, you can enjoy yourself more later.” Tommy’s eyes flickered over to yours, and you saw just a smidge of sympathy before they went back to Joel. “She’s had a long night, Joel, she just lost everything. Give her one night, please?”
You stood there in Joel’s arms, your hands still tied in front of you, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Joel’s chest, praying to whomever that you can have this; if Joel took your virginity tonight, you were sure you’d simply break.
Grabbing your bundled hand, Joel begins dragging you inside, and you see why the door wasn’t locked. In the living room, several more men were sitting inside: some drinking, some playing games, some just… sitting. Joel turns to them “She is mine, no one fucking touches her.” he demands as he pulls you, stumbling and trying to keep up with his long strides. Opening up a door, Joel thrusts your back to the wall, taking out his knife and you gasp, trying to get away; to where, you don’t know.
“Hold still, woman, or I’ll cut you for real.” Joel cut off your hand ties, and literally threw you onto the dirty mattress. He stomped over, towering above you, and pointing. “One night. Tomorrow I get what I paid for, and you’re mine, wherever, whenever, and however I want you, no matter what Tommy and his bleeding heart think. Understood?”
You nod, but that's not enough for him.
“Say, ‘yes, Sir’”
You swallow, and speak as much as you can imagine. “Yes sir”
“Go to sleep”
And with that, he leaves the room, and you can hear it locking. How are you supposed to sleep after all that? After everything?
Not long after, the door opens again, and you scramble up thinking Joel changed his mind; it was Tommy, but that didn’t ease you at all. Maybe Tommy showed you mercy to save you for himself.
“Relax, I ain’t gonna hurt you.”
He’s got a bowl in one hand and a bag in the other. “Don’t got much by way of a bath tonight, but here's hot water and a towel, you can at least wash your face, and here’s clean clothes and a pillow”
You don’t move, frozen in fear, almost as if he was a t-rex; if you didn’t move, he wouldn’t see you.
A soft smile. ”Alright, I’ll get out of your hair” and with that he leaves you, your room dark save for the moonlight coming through the window.
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You know, when I made this side blog it was initially gonna be like. Secret. Like I wasn't gonna tell my mutuals i had a side blog for dark content
But even if I decided to stay anonymous, the fact I have a fic with a song title, a shitty dad and a good brother would've given it away lol
Anyway, if you want to read more, comment to be added to the tag list!
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Good morning my dears
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Looking for some recommendations by you or your kind followers 🥰
Steve or Bucky mafia / mob or abo series
And Henry Cavill series (I've fallen into a big rabbit hole of lusting over that man lol)
I've read all of your stories so much Lulu, like Consolidation Bride is like my number 1 series. I reread it often sometimes when I walk my dog or when I'm moody and on my period😂.
Hi lovely. Aw, I'm happy someone loves Consolation Bride as much as I do. I'm tempted to write a sequel, I just don't know when.
Let's see, I will list the blogs coming to my mind in random order. I hope I don't forget half of the people I follow...
I highly recommend @angrythingstarlight's blog for Mafia AUs. She has wonderful Mafia AUs for Bucky.
@navybrat817 has great stories for Bucky & Steve & Henry's characters. Check her Bucky list for Mafia stories.
@kinanabinks has an awesome Mafia Bucky x Best Friend (fairy) series. You can find it here: MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST
@jtargaryen18 has a wonderful Mafia Steve / arranged marriage story called His Inheritance (ongoing). I got it on my reading list.
@sinner-as-saint has all your little heart desires, including mafia AUs, A/B/O and so much more.
@biteofcherry has great a/b/o & mafia stories for Steve. I think some are dark, so check the warnings for triggers.
@smutsonian has this mafia Steve I just discovered and need to read.
@buckyalpine has a story called pretty little thing with Mob Bucky. It's on my reading list.
You are looking for Henry & his roles? Fear not. Look at @littlefreya's blog. Here's her "stories" masterlist. There is a drabbles masterlist in her bio too.
Do you need more Henry? Here you go: @viking-raider will help you out.
@waiting4inspiration has an Alpha Bucky series.
These are the ones coming to my mind atm. If anyone has stories for nonnie to read, please feel free to add them to his post. 😊
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Hey! I'm so excited to finally find your requests open! I was wondering if you could do like a treasure finding divider for me, for an upcoming fic I have. Like Gold coins or something? I trust you'll blow it out of the water.
Hi @viking-raider - I'm sorry this is very delayed, here are some treasure-themed dividers even though it is likely this fic has already been released. Hope you like them.
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Writers bingo!
I was tagged by the marvellous @geralts-yenn 🖤😍
Tagging: @the-soot-sprite @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @captainsy-cookiemonster @oh-for-fic-sake @inlovewithhisblueeyes @nuggsmum @angryschnauzer @sapphirescrolls @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @yespolkadotkitty @viking-raider
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Home
11/20/2022
Pairing: your favourite x you
Word Count: 388
Warnings: non-explicit sexy times, fluff
Summary: Your love comes home to you after being away for too long.
A/N: Even though I imagined someone particular writing this, you are free to imagine any guy you like.
Picture by Erol Ahmed via Unsplash
If you like my story, you are very welcome to like, comment or reblog. Please don’t copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.
You’re here. You’re finally here. Home.
No words could ever describe the feeling that befalls me when I watch you walk through that door, how my whole being fills with you, only you, and I am at peace again. No words could ever describe. So I show you.
The thrill of you, igniting my flame the moment your eyes rest on me. The need in your hands as they move on my body, reacquainting themselves with my form, caressing, claiming, stirring my fire the way only you can. My answer coaxes a moan from your sweet lips. “Like silk on my back,” you whisper and the sound of your voice makes me want to cry happy tears.
So long. It has been so long. Every day apart nourishing the fear I will forget all the precious details of you. The warmth in your voice, the gentleness in your touch, the way you feel in my arms. And I don’t ever want to forget, forget you and the me I am when I’m with you. I just breathe differently, more like me, when you are around.
You must have seen it in my eyes, felt it, too. I can tell from the determination as you pull me closer. My fingers glide through a sea of silk, tightening their hold to share the relieving pain of our first reunion after an eternity. An eternity of imagining your breath on my face while you hum against my lips, of yearning to feel you, all of you, of being yours wholly and completely.
We don’t last long, we never do when we collide like this. But neither of us cares. Why would we complain about a brief prelude when the sweetest part is yet to come?
Our carnal desires satisfied, we’re free to just be. In your tender embrace the storm inside me calms and it is you, only you that remains. What more could I ask when your fingers run through my hair and your lips speak of soft things to me, your voice getting lower with every circle your free hand is drawing on my back?
Tonight, you will be my resting place, your chest my pillow, your arms and legs my blanket. You’re all I want. The feeling of knowing and being known. The feeling of finally being home.
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Get to know me!♥️🌈
Thank you so much for the tag @mayloma 💕
Nickname: Marty
Sign: sag♐️
Height: 1.63cm
The last thing I googled: a donut recipe,I was craving them🍩
Amount of sleep: Not enough! 6/7h 😩
Dream job: I wanted to be a biologist but I don't really know anymore, still dreaming about it from time to time. I'm trying to figure things out.
Favorite song: Killing Me Softly - Fugees
Movie/Book that summarizes me: I don't really know, anything romantic. I just need love🥲
Favorite instrument: Acoustic guitar/Piano
Aesthetic: Cozy/Dark, depends on my mood
Favorite authors: It's been a while since a read a book, do Sy fics count?!
Random fun fact: I cook when I'm anxious
No pressure tags:
@shellyshellshell @mrsevans90 @shewriteswhenthewordscome @mrs-solo-walker @witchersmistress @ylva-syverson @mary-ann84 @viking-raider @raccoon-eyed-rebel @geralts-yenn @gummydummy19❣️
If you already did this sorry for the tag🥲♥️🌈
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Two Hearts - Cotton Candy Goodness
Summary-> It's a special Valentine's Day for you and Henry.
Pairing-> Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count-> 1.4k
Warnings-> G: Fluff, Language, just two nerds in love
Inspiration-> V-Day!
Author’s Note-> It's stupid late!
-> Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!
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Ao3-> DRAGON_DWELLER
“Perfect!”
Henry smiled as he sprinkled a few more white rose petals amongst the red that dusted the grass of the backyard of the Dorking mini-mansion he shared with you and Kal.
“Kal, quit trying to eat them!” He scolded the Bear. “You have to leave some for the surprise.” He sighed, brushing a hand through his curls and looking at all the work he put in with the trail of red and white petals, outlined with twinkling LED tealights, that led from the open back doors of the house into a heart shape underneath the gazebo, where you usually relaxed during the cool or warm, English days to grill, practice lines or Henry keep his sword skills sharp.
However, the sound of an engine coming up the driveway startled Henry back into action, a nervous panic filling his stomach as he dashed back into the house. Hiding the leftover petals, he took a deep breath, settling himself, before greeting you in the foyer as you came through the door.
“Hey, babe.” He beamed, taking your purse and coat. “How was your spa appointment?” He asked, putting them away, antsy and hoping you didn't suspect anything.
“It was positively lovely!” You answered, toeing your shoes off. “The full body, exfoliating massage with hot stones was pure bliss, and we may need to invest in getting our own vitality pool.” You smiled up at him, your whole body still feeling tingly, limp noodle, in all the right ways and places.
“I'm glad I booked you the correct treatment, then.” Henry purred, hooking an arm around your waist to pull you into a sweet kiss. “But, I have one more surprise for you.” He confessed against your lips.
“Really?” You frowned up at him. “I haven't given you any of yours yet.” You commented, hugging your arms around his waist.
“What could you possibly give me that I don't already have and need?” He asked, blue eyes soft and soulful.
“Oh, there's many things to come in our future, Henry Cavill.” You giggled, pushing up on your toes to kiss his stubbly jaw, then broke free from him, scurrying away upstairs to your office, a sacred place Henry never tread unless you were there.
Making it the perfect hiding spot for anything you wanted to keep Henry's paws off of.
Plucking up a cute Valentine's day gift bag, you returned downstairs to find your boyfriend patiently waiting for you. “Happy Valentine's Day, Puppy.” You smiled, handing it over with a giddy excitement.
“Thank you, Dove.” He winked, crossing the foyer for the den, plopping down into his gaming chair and removing the red tissue paper. “Holy!” He gasped, eyes flaring as his blue orbs were greeted with the bag's contents. “Babe!” He snapped, pulling out the latest GeForce RTX graphics card. “I've been trying to get this for weeks, but it's been sold out!” He looked up at you, mouth hanging open.
“How?”
“I sold what was left of my soul.” You chuckled, grinning, having listened to Henry's laments every time he checked for the card to be in stock. “I had my dad watch the site virtually around the clock, with my bank info, and the instructions to buy it the moment it came into stock.” You bit your lip and looked so guilty. “I confess, the card has been in the house for like two weeks.”
“You've had the holy grail of graphics cards in the house for two weeks?” Henry whispered, stunned. “I've been sleeping in the same space as it.” He grunted, shaking his head, gently setting it on his computer desk. “I'm canceling your gifts.”
You laughed, slapping him on the shoulder. “No, you're not! There's one more.”
“I'll think about it.” He replied, narrowing his eyes as he dived a hand back into the bag, feeling around, until he caught the edge of an envelope. “What's this?” He frowned, opening the flap to discover a single swath of fabric.
“You know, how we started your family tree, and you wanted to know more about your Scottish side?” You reminded him. “To get; in touch with your Highlander side.” You quoted him.
“Yeah.” He nodded, rubbing his thumb over the soft stitching.
“Well, I've been fiddling around with it, and I found the Tartan for that side of your family tree.” You explained, pressing your lips together. “There's this company I found online that replicates it. I just had them do the pocket square, cause I wasn't sure how into it you'd be, for something more full blown, like a whole kilt or--”
Henry stood up and practically crushed you against his body, leaving just enough room to breathe. “Thank you.” He whispered into your hair, nuzzling your strands softly. “It means a lot more than the graphics card.”
You smiled and snuggled against him, inhaling his scent and warmth. “I'm glad.”
The two of you stayed in your embrace for a long moment, enjoying the quiet closeness. Until Henry spotted Kal charging in, petals in his mouth.
“Fuck.” He hissed under his breath.
“What's wrong?” You frowned, shifting in his arms.
“Nothing, nothing's wrong, my love.” He grinned, turning slightly so you didn't see Kal. “But, it is my turn to give you your last gift.” He cooed, removing a red blindfold he had tucked in his back pocket.
“Oh, I didn't know it was kinky Sunday.” You teased, allowing Henry to blindfold you.
Henry chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of your nose, resting his hands on your shoulder and helping you turn around. Disoriented as you were, you trusted Henry to guide you wherever he was taking you. Back through the foyer and to the back patio, where the start of his rose petal trail began, thankfully still intact. Despite Kal's seeming intent to eat them like the strange goat that he was. He stepped around you, taking your hands to help you down the single step out of the house and navigate the patio furniture.
“Where are we going, Strider? Mordor?” You quipped, the scent and feeling of freshly mowed grass and the cool, fresh air greeting your nose, telling you where you were.
“It's closed this time of year, little Hobbit.” Henry chuckled back at you, bringing you to a stop under the gazebo and the center of the rose petal heart. “I thought we'd visit Rivendell instead.” He cooed, removing the blindfold.
Blinking a few times, you looked about you and admired the gazebo. Everything that normally adorned it cleared away, so it could be decorated with the rose petals and twinkling fairy lights. The four corner supports of the structure had photos of you and Henry throughout your relationship adorning them. To which Henry had made a sweet note on each.
“You went all out, while I was at the Spa.” You said, looking up at him, a wave of suspicious nerves hitting you.
“It was a double motive.” Henry smirked with boyish guilt.
“So, what was the other part of your motive?” You asked, a slight squeak in your voice.
Henry took your hands in his, massaging his thumbs over your knuckles, while trying to build the courage and words to speak what he was feeling. He took a deep breath, nervously kissing one of your hands, with a soft chuckle.
“I love you.” He blurted out, meeting your eyes. “I didn't think I could love anyone as much as I love you. When we're not together, even if it's a different room, I miss you, and I feel like I'm missing a part of myself. Then, when we are together,” He drew in a breath and sighed softly, the ghost of a fond smile on his lips. “I could care less about anything else.” He confessed to you, releasing one of your hands to access his front pocket, kneeling on one knee at the same time.
“Oh, cheese and crackers.” You sighed, eyes wide.
“Or maybe, Cavill and Cavill, if you say yes?” Henry replied, holding out one of the most beautiful rings you'd ever seen in your life. “To marry me?” He cocked a hopeful brow.
“Yeah.” You nodded, stunned, excitement building in you like carbonation. “Yes!” You giggled, bouncing on your toes. “God, Henry, YES!”
A beaming smile lit up Henry's face as he stood back up, taking a moment to get the ring on your finger, his hands shaking so bad. “Now, you can eat them, Kal!” He shouted towards the house, making you laugh, before he pulled you into a breathless kiss.
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Henry Cavill x Reader List - Part One
Keys: ✽ - Complete, ✽✽ - Hiatus, ♥ - Mature, ✢ - Sensitive Content
Nicked
Switch ♥
Nick-Names
Good Boy ♥
Needy ♥
Don’t Go
Mission Impossible: Love
Express Yourself ♥
Body Shape
Protective
The Cliffs!
World of Henrycraft
Record Breaking ♥
Sweet Henry
Home
The Right Moment
Reflection
Mornings
Henry’s Hug
Lessons Learned ♥
Sweet Dreams ♥
Mr. & Mrs. Superman
Daddy Who?
KingStache
Henry’s Superpower
Bum Drums
Guilty Pleasure
A Better Work Out
Services Due
Before You Go
Muddy Puppy
Dr. Cavill
Permission Only ♥
Failed Grades ♥
Isolation
My Mask
Henry’s Toy ♥
Daddy’s Little Girl ♥
Comfort
Virus Meet Stubborn
Blind Date
Powerless ✢
Can’t Sleep ♥
Henry’s Dream
My Flower ♥
Lust Worthy ♥
Shots
Thunder Bunker
Goner ♥/✢
Scaredy Cat!
In The Dark ✢
Love is Blind
Rage Nugget ♥
Bow Tie
Henry Cavill x Reader List - Part Two
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Pls some fic raccomandationsss about P Pascal AND/or Henryyyy. Love your stories, like, I mean, LOVE, I check your profile at least 10 times a day to see if there are some updates so... 🩷🍓🍭🎀🧁💗🩷
I don’t read much about pedro pascal😭😭 But for Henry I recommend these authors
- @sillyrabbit81
- @viking-raider
- @cruelfvkingsummer
- @falcqns
- @imyourbratzdoll
- @littlefreya
These are all amazing authors I read repeatedly🫶
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Hi everyone
I have been only lurking, reblogging. Responding the best I can.
Have been dealing with a Burn Out since the end of last September. And during that time my sister father inlaw passed away unexpectedly. And my grandmother passed away a few days before her 100th birthday.
It has been a physical and mental rollercoaster to say the leadt so I was not able to write.
But I am so much better then were I was. I have come a very long way. Crawling back up. Having patience is the key wich is sometimes easier said then done.
I have more good days then not so good ones. And I have to keep in mind to keep balance. Wich is hard when you have lots of energy and you feel like you can do a lot.
Also slowly going back into work.
So patience, balance, letting shit go and putting myself first is what I am learning / doing.
I am slowly getting backing into writing
But I need to update my taglist, because I have a feeling there are some people that are on that list who are not on tumblr anymore.
Also maybe you would want to be taken or added.
Now I know Dumblr is a champion at letting people know they have been tagged 2 or 3 years later, but I am hoping people will get this.
Also I was wondering if there is a person or peolpe that would like to beta read my work, because my burn out brain can mis a few things 🙈.
So send me a message if you want to stay, added or removed let me know.
If you are like eehm I thought I was already on there then let me know to.
And if you are like who do you write for and what have you written? Then check out my masterlist.
And lastly to the people who have tagged me, send requests or an ask. Know that I have seen you. I will get to the asks request in due time. To my fellow writers who have tagged me. I have a reading list that I am also getting to.
Just taking my time 😊
Love you ❤️
@littlefreya @wendimydarling @hell1129-blog @b-n-a-o @cheyentjj @yespolkadotkitty @yoursecretsmutblog @obsessedwithcavill @penwieldingdreamer @peakygroupie @viking-raider @brexrif @sciapod @oddsnendsfanfics @la-vie-en-diva @thethirstyarchive @constip8merm8 @henrysrighteyebrow @chamomilebottom @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @meowpurrbooks @jolly-polly @auguswalker @allememaggies @mayastormborn @princess-of-riviaa @ellixthea @demivampirew @deathonyourtongue @dearlybelovedluke @luclittlepond @captainsy-cookiemonster @zealoushound @oh-for-fic-sake @sillyrabbit81 @pussyverson @angryschnauzer @the-soot-sprite @mariestark @foodieforthoughts @thelastsock @llamadelreyx @infinite-shite @shellbilee @agniavateira @luna-aestas @sissyfanfiction @lauofrivia @lifeofrileyp
#back again#taglist#henry cavill fanfic#geraltofrivia#august walker#walter marshall#captain syverson#sherlock holmes#charles brandon#napoleon solo
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Freyja’s Blessing- A Vinland Saga smut fic feat. Arnheid x Einar, Thorfinn, & Snake [one-shot]
Ship: Arnheid x Einar romance. MFM foursome (Arnheid x Einar, Thorfinn, Snake).
Content Warnings: Super explicit sex scenes. Poly dynamic.
Trigger warnings listed below.
Summary: Arnheid has been sent to take care of the old master Sverkel. Soon, a peaceful evening of cooking and sharing a meal with Einar, Thorfinn, and Snake takes a sensual turn as pent-up desires begin to surface. Growing feelings between Einar and Arnheid are blossoming, but will she end up spending the night with him or all three of these men?
A smutty one shot with a happy ending for dear Arnheid!
Preface: Ketil tripped on a rock and fucking died lol. His son Olmar wound up taking over the farm, and so Arnheid’s life has gotten easier. She is not with child in this version. I also promise this doesn’t lead into Gardar’s death or her own. All that aside, this fic plays out extremely close to Season 2’s episode 13 with Arnheid being sent to watch over Sverkel after his fall.|
Trigger Warnings: As Arnheid canonically has a dark past as a non-consensual sex slave to Ketil, this will be brought up briefly at different moments. One of Thorfinn’s memories eludes to having witnessed rape when he was a Viking. Moments where Arnheid worries she’s “damaged goods” or “sinful” represent her erroneous thoughts and do not reflect my own opinion. Reader discretion is advised.
Enjoy! ~ASQ
Arnheid’s life had been a sorrowful mess for the last six years. At first, it had seemed a blessing, well with her arranged marriage somehow working out for the better. Indeed, Gardar had been a loving husband and equally attentive father to their son. Utterly handsome as well. However, the day iron was discovered outside her village was the day Arnheid felt her stomach turn to rot, fearing Thor’s heavenly gift of iron would prove naught but an ill tiding. In the end, her premonition proved true. War between clans soon erupted, each seeking out valuable metals for the uplifting of their people’s fortune. In the end, it merely uprooted everything they’d built. Viking raiders slew her beloved son Hjalti and she, like the other women of the village, was shipped deep into the land of the Danes. Being a renowned beauty became something of a curse for her, and even the sweet Ketil proved a cruel master behind locked doors. While she was made to please him, she dreamed of Gardar whose fate remained unknown. Had her beloved husband perished or met the same end as her, a lifetime in bondage? Regardless, her own life was over. Unlike the men of the farm, she would not be allowed to buy her freedom. Forever would she remain a slave. And so, despair took her heart, and through it, she could only smile and be kind to the misfortunate, even as it began to rain. It soaked her to the bone.
Arnheid remembered the day it stopped raining. It was when she had met Einar for the first time, a shared greeting at the homestead well. Timid, kind, and handsome, a face difficult to hate, although perhaps the resemblance to her husband didn’t hurt matters. Either way, his warm demeanor made for jovial company and around the master’s well, she and he would make conversation at dawn. Einar was her first friend on Ketil’s farm, and in truth, his companion Thorfinn was pleasant in his own way. In the past, he’d never so much as lent her a passing gaze, but that made him fascinating in his own way. He lacked the carnality of other men on the farm, and she would have gladly admired it if not for the deep wells of sadness Arnheid sometimes sensed in him. And yet, these days, Thorfinn seemed far livelier and far more compassionate, perhaps due to his friendship with the spirited Einar.
Einar and Thorfinn were good men, she was sure of that. Their hearts were not cruel like the mistress nor hiding venom like Ketil.
In time, she’d come to see both men as her best of friends.
And Arnheid’s fortune only continued with the passing of Ketil.
With her master having perished, she was free to never again visit his bed chambers at dusk. His son Olmar was rowdy and foolish, but on his deathbed, Ketil had named him his heir on account of Thorgil being off serving King Canute. However, Arnheid knew the real reason was that Ketil had always feared Thorgil’s bloodthirsty nature, his vigor in battle. Arnheid was relieved by his choice. Olmar was famously brash and impulsive, but his father’s passing brought on tribulations. With it, he was forced to grow into a man. He’d prove a more compassionate master to Arnheid, protecting her from his mother and allowing her to work off her debt. The young man had little interest in her, being rather taken by Oddny who he had quickly freed, so desperate to not repeat the mistakes of his father.
It was a wonderous thing to be free, to know life might continue past the slavery she’d known the last five or six years.
Fortune smiled on Arnheid yet again as she was granted more freedom away from the master’s manor, away from Ketil’s callous widow. From now on, she was to personally see to the care of the old master, Sverkel.
It was a pity that her new housing was not obtained through more fortunate circumstances. The poor old man had collapsed in his own wheat field. Had Snake not searched so vehemently for him, the situation may have been all the more dire. As it were, Arnheid was happy to nurse Sverkel back to some manner of health. She knew little of Ketils’ father other than he was described as a crochety old man, but being bedridden was surely a terrible thing. Arnheid wanted greatly to ease his days. And for that, she’d start with a home-cooked meal.
Gardar had always praised her cooking, but Arnheid wouldn’t say her food was anything special. Besides, the old man with his lack of teeth and weak condition was best kept on some healthy barley porridge for the time being. But what of the others? Apparently, Snake, the leader of the hired swords, was accustomed to sharing meals with the old master? Was the master a cook himself? Even more, her friends Einar and Thorfinn had chosen to linger for the rest of the day, eager to help her out. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to prepare something for them, something beyond a slave’s issue of rations?
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“Master Sverkel,” asked Arnheid, “I’ve brought over all I could carry from the mistress’ pantry. Might I cook enough for Einar and Thorfinn too? And Snake of course. I know how you care for him.”
Sverkel twisted his head angrily in his bunk as he replied, “Ugh. Don’t speak to me of Snake, that useless urchin. And I don’t care if you make food for the others. If you have that much food, you might as well cook it.”
Arnheid beamed back at him and said, “Thank you, Master Sverkil.”
The old man replied, “Don’t be so rigid. I don’t care about politeness.”
“Oh,” she said with a blink before smiling warmly at him. He was being rude about it, but she caught his meaning. Sverkel wasn’t a fan of Arnheid playing the role of the respectful slave. If he wanted her to relax, she was more than happy to do so.
Arnheid continued, “As you wish. I’ll see to dinner then.”
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The blonde beauty got to boiling and cooking up all sorts of meat, brewing a stew, and baking flatbread. Hours of slaving in the kitchen soon made use of the bounty. Arnheid was proud of the excess of it, enough for a lordly feast. She’d laid out sausages with sauces, cheeses, bread, apple porridge, fried fish, savory pork, and a multitude of vegetable dishes. The scent of such savory goods must have attracted the others because the house was now swarming with strapping-young men all hungry for supper.
Minutes later, Arnheid was giggling at the way all three gawked at the table spread, eyes straining to absorb each platter of hearty food. The reaction seemed more appropriate to her offering them a chest full of silver than some meat dishes.
Einar asked sweetly, “Is there really enough here for us, Arnheid?”
Arnheid, who was still putting together the old master’s porridge, nodded to him as she answered, “Yes. The old master said it would be alright for me to cook for all of you. I’m not sure if you’ll like it tho-”
The second she said it, the three men began to devour their meal without hesitation, spoons and bowls clamoring.
She remarked, “Oh, I see none of you pray first.”
Arnheid wasn’t sure if to be shocked or amused by the barbaric display, but more than anything, she felt herself melt at the sight. The way their faces lit up from eating her cooking was the greatest reward she could ask for. She’d not had the pleasure to cook for anyone outside of Ketil’s house until now. The last time she could recall was when she was a housewife, practically a lifetime ago. And yet, here she found herself, being greeted by the sound of hungry guests exclaiming “Delicious!” and “This is incredible!”
Einar’s enthusiasm, in particular, warmed her heart. She’d wanted to do something nice for him to thank him for his kindness. And yet, perhaps there was a deeper desire creeping its way to the surface, the yearning to gain his praise. Einar had been prone to praising her, a gesture that not only got her through the day but made her heart flutter. Hearing him worship her cooking was elating to Arnheid.
“Is it really that good?” she asked in disbelief. Part of her still feared they were simply being kind.
Einar said, “I haven’t eaten food this delicious in my entire life!”
Arnheid beamed at him, cheeks tinted pink. The others had joined in on singing her endless praises, an act that was leaving her ever bashful. Compliments didn’t suit a simple woman like Arnheid. Even so, she found herself readily accepting their charitable words.
Once the sensation had soaked into her bones, Arnheid brought over a bowl of mash for Sverkel. She seated herself down on a wooden chair beside him, drawing out a spoon to feed her patient. He quickly protested but Snake began to mock him relentlessly, accusing the elderly man of being stubborn and shy.
“Please don’t tease the Old Master,” said Arnheid chipperly.
She beamed as Sverkel finally relented, allowing her passage to his mouth. As he downed the spoonful of peas and barley, Snake’s gaze fell fully upon her. The arrogant swordsman flashed his fangs at the blonde widow, his eyes uncharacteristically fixated on her. It was a sight she’d never seen on the sword-for-hire’s face.
He said, “You’re a good woman, Arnheid. You should be mine.”
Arnheid wished she could beam and laugh off his words as she often did with compliments, as she would whenever Einar fawned over her. Einar’s words were chivalrous and platonic, but Snake had a reputation for sleeping with every farmer’s daughter and visiting brothels. Not once had he ever let his gaze fall lustfully upon Arnheid. Now, Arnheid did not consider herself particularly beautiful but her physical appearance had been something of a curse around Ketil. He was far from the only one. She was used to the longing stares of various farmhands. However, Snake had been different. Due to his code of honor, he’d never even entertain the thought of wooing Ketil’s favorite slave. Arnheid had her suspicions as to the reason behind his restraint. For Snake, such an act would be a betrayal of his patron, garnering only shame. And yet, here with Ketil’s passing was the handsome sentry singing her sweet praises. The suddenness of it left her shaken, and there was a bit of heat creeping down her ears. She hoped the others would not notice.
Arnheid tried to cooly reply, “That’s sweet of you to say, Snake.”
Einar chimed in, “Master Snake, don’t say such weird things to Arnheid!”
There it was again, Einar’s chivalry. She wondered if he was jealous of Snake’s advances or if it was simple kindness. Then again, it was possible it was some combination of both qualities. Einar was undoubtedly kind, and she would not resent him if he had such desires. Perhaps she’d even welcome them. As such, Arnheid hoped desperately Snake would not cause Einar pain with his attempts to bed her.
Sverkel asked callously, “Snake, have you no decency?”
“What? I…I don’t serve-” answered Snake, pausing as he realized Ketil’s father was seated beside him. He rubbed the stubble of his sharp jaw and continued, “My debt is now to the son. Which means Arnheid is free to choose a man of her choice. And there’s no man more handsome on the farm than I.”
Thorfinn said, “Is that so, Master Snake? Incredible.”
Sverkel said, “What’s so admirable about that? Don’t listen to Snake’s lies!”
Arnheid giggled at it all, her own amusement doing wonders to mask her unease.
Pushing a strand of long brown hair out of his face, Snake now said playfully, “Relax, gramps. I’m not one to make a move on a woman not inviting me into her bedroom first. Besides, maybe there’s another man she wants to spend the night with.”
Einar began to choke on his food. Thorfinn blinked rapidly as well, appearing confused by the entire conversation.
“Or…” said Snake, “More than one. Maybe she lured a bunch of handsome men into one place to seduce them all. Our very own Freyja.”
The blonde woman was a flustered mess as she protested, “Snake! I’d never do something so lecherous!”
Sverkel now snapped, “Snake, one more word and you’re out! Not another bite of food, I swear.”
“Fine!” snapped Snake. “It was a joke. I’m… I apologize.”
His emerald eyes met Arnheid’s for a moment and it was surprisingly earnest. As she thought, Snake was someone who could be trusted, even if not to the extent of Einar and Thorfinn. He was dangerous but only if she wished him to be. And so, Arnheid offered him a curt nod back, trying to soften her flustered expression. This entire conversation had gone in such a strange direction. Arnheid hurriedly resumed feeding the old man while the others engorged themselves on a second helping of dinner.
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With supper concluded, Arnheid took to bringing the filthy dishes to the well, intent on scrubbing them before the day was over. Even though it would prove a laborious task as always, Arnheid was content. Good company and an extra serving of dinner had put her in an excellent mood. It wasn’t often she was allowed to indulge at dinnertime. Ketil wanted her to be lithe and slender for his pleasure. He’d sigh in disappointment if he ever caught her exceeding her station. The mistress would take the opportunity to mock her, branding her a greedy sow. And yet, none of her friends batted an eyelash at the sight of her eating another helping of sausage and cheese.
As she dwelled on the filling meal, Arnheid caught a glimpse of Einar’s large frame marching outside, making his way towards her. He knelt down at the tub of dishes and reached for a rag. As Arnheid drew up well water in a bucket, the redheaded slave had taken to scrubbing clean a bowl, readying it for the stack of clean dishes she’d planted on a nearby towel. How kind of him. His charitable heart seemed to know no bounds. And yet a sting of guilt accompanied the admiration she felt for his exceeding kindness. How she wished Einar would enjoy an evening of comfort, if just this once!
“I’ll wash the dishes,” she said.
Einar replied, “No, I’ll do it. Don’t worry yourself, Arnheid.”
She smiled at his sweet actions, her mind turning to a pertinent act of conversation.
“I’m glad the old master is doing better than I’d heard. And he doesn’t seem as scary as they say.”
In fact, Arnheid thought he was rather kind beneath his gruff exterior. After all, why else would he go as far as to lend Thorfinn and Einar a horse for their farmwork? Why else would he rebuke Snake and let her feed her friends?
“I haven’t had so much fun at a meal in a longtime,” continued Arnheid serenely.
“Neither have I.”
“It was like,” she confessed, mind swimming in memory, “I was free again.”
Einar’s blue eyes reflected the sentiment, softening in fondness as he agreed, saying, “You’re right. It felt so much like it used to be.”
Neither of them saw Thorfinn gazing at them from the doorway, looking awestruck at their words.
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Once the dishes were polished clean, Snake took Einar to drag in a bed for Arnheid to sleep on given she’d be staying overnight. This left Arnheid in a unique situation, one she was seldom accustomed to: being alone with Einar’s friend Thorfinn. Of course, the old man was there too but he was already trying to shut his eyes, having worn himself out from all the protesting and grumbling.
Again, Arnheid found her heart racing, being alone with a man. Something about Snake’s words had uprooted her and left her unable to cast the thought out of her mind. It was as if some arrow had lodged itself deep in her, one laced in snake venom. She’d felt so at peace around them all evening, knowing these were all men to be trusted. She doubted Snake would really try to make a move on her that night. What was it then? If she felt safe around them then who was it she didn’t feels safe around? Was it herself? Snake had implied Arnheid might be a temptress. Surely, that was folly but even so, something had overtaken her. She felt elated. Her stomach was filled with food, her cheeks were buzzing from a cup of wine, and she was alone with this man for once in her life.
The feeling was too unsettling to let fester, so Arnheid buried it deep. Thorfinn saw her as something of a friend, and she saw him as one too. Of all three men, he seemed the one least possessing carnal interests and that itself was a mystery. What did she truly know about Thorfinn other than that he was nice? Well, he had laughed at dinner when Snake teased the old master. For Arnheid, it was remarkable to see such a side of him, and she wondered what else lurked beneath the surface.
“Thank you for your help, Thorfinn,” said Arnheid kindly.
“It’s no problem,” he answered evenly, checking the tie on his long blond hair. “Um... dinner was delicious.”
“I’m glad,” she said, beaming at the compliment. This was surely the longest conversation they’ve ever held, and it left Arnheid simply overjoyed.
He said, “Einhar seems happy.”
“He does…”
Thorfinn’s brown eyes shifted away as he remarked, “Um… I... I’m glad he’s able to relax like this. I didn’t mean to, but I overheard what you two said. That it was like being free.”
“Oh…”
“I didn’t mean to pry!” he said swiftly, a tone of desperation.
She tossed a dismissive hand in the air and responded, “Hardly any reason to apologize. It wasn’t a secret conversation.”
“Um… I’m sorry, Arnheid. That you’ve been stuck a slave for so long.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry too, Thorfinn. I don’t know how you became a slave, but no one deserves such a fate. And you… You seem so kind.”
“I… I wasn’t always kind,” he said. “The truth is…”
He peaked to the corner of the room. The old man was snoring beneath his covers. She saw Thorfinn’s pained expression, as if he were going to admit to having slain her son personally. What was this guilt?
“Thorfinn? It’s okay.”
He whispered, “It’s not okay. There was a time when I was.. I was a Viking.”
“Oh…” said Arnheid, gulping slightly.
“You’d be right to hate me for that, I suppose. Vikings imprisoned all the slaves on this farm. I killed so many with these two hands.”
She saw him gaze down at his own palms, as if expecting to see blood staining them.
Arnheid said, “I don’t hate you. My husband was a Viking. We’re both Danes. It’s not as if you were the one that... That dragged me away from that life.”
“Thank you, Arnheid. You’re kind… Too kind given what’s happened.”
“And you’re too hard on yourself, Thorfinn,” she said back tenderly.
“Dinner tonight was good,” he said. “I… I can’t much remember my life before I became a Viking. I was just a child when I joined a crew, trying to avenge my father by going after the Viking who did it. But before that… I… I just know that your food reminded me of eating meals with my family.”
“Oh… Thorfinn… I’m so happy. So very happy.”
“Why?”
She said, “Knowing people liked my cooking is a good feeling. But I never thought it could impact someone like it did for you. So, thank you for giving me that.”
He rubbed the back of his head now and said, “I should probably go. It’s getting late.”
Arnheid blocked his exit, so afraid he’d go back to hiding himself from her, back into his shell, just when they were starting to be friends.
She said, “Stay. No need to sleep in the stable tonight. Snake’s bringing over some straw and furs for me. There will be enough for you both too, I’m sure.”
“I suppose that’d be okay,” he said evenly. Thorfinn showed no reaction her words. Arnheid didn’t realize it, but the young man had no clue as to propriety nor any scandal that might emerge from a woman being alone in a house with several male guests.
Arnheid said, “Good. I enjoy your company.”
“You do?”
“Yes. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Thorfinn gazed at her awestruck for a moment before smiling and saying, “Yes.”
“A smile suits you, Thorfinn. You seemed so sad when we first met.”
“Well, I wasn’t feeling… Back then, I felt lost and my past was pulling me in. But it’s okay now. I realized what it is I want to do.”
Arnheid tilted her head inquisitively and asked, “And what is that?”
“Farm. I want to farm and grow wheat with Einar. And build somewhere safe for that. We’ll be free in just a few days and then…”
“Oh, I see,” said Arnheid, overjoyed that they’d know freedom. And yet, it was accompanied by a feeling that brought her much shame. Sadness. It wasn’t as if Arnheid had a future away from this farm, and her own debt would not be paid for another four months. She’d dearly miss her morning chats with Einar. She’d miss Thorfinn’s gentle voice. She’d be alone all over again.
Thorfinn rose his eyebrows and replied, “Don’t be sad. We’ll stay on the farm a while longer, I’m sure. Einar wouldn’t abandon you. All he used to talk about before… Before the young master took over was wanting your freedom.”
Arnheid felt another blush overtaking her at those words.
“Really?” she asked.
Thorfinn nodded and turned to let Einar in the door.
Einar asked, “Is everything okay, you two?”
“Einar, um…” began Arnheid, suddenly feeling timid.
Thorfinn interjected, “We were talking about how in a few days we’ll be free. But that doesn’t mean it’d be the end of our friendship.”
“Exactly!” added Einar quickly, cheeks shifting from tan to scarlet. “You... You could come with us.”
The entire room seemed to go silent at his confession, at those generous words that she’d so dearly hoped to hear from that wonderful man. Without a doubt, Einar could be trusted. Without a doubt his concern for her ran deep. He was her friend and she loved him.
“Are you sure? I don’t know what use I’d-”
Einar clasped her slender fingers between both of his calloused masculine hands, a gesture that left her bewildered. Earnestly, he said, “You can do plenty of things! And even fi you couldn’t, I… Thorfinn and I would want you there.”
“My… How sweet,” she said. “It’s good to know I’d have somewhere to go… I hadn’t imagined I might have anything besides…”
Her eyes fell low as she felt tears threatening to break loose like a damn breaking after a hard rain. None of this seemed real. Surely her fate was one of darkness, as if she’d angered the gods personally. Dark memories of serving Ketil, being beaten by his wife, screaming as she had her little boy taken away…. Watching Gardar sail off with the fleet…
She’d been chained down for so long, but somewhere along the way she’d been shown mercy and met these kind souls. Souls she wanted dearly to repay, to know and cherish. Her nerves had never felt so at ease, her body ready to fall into sleep as her muscles relaxed, and yet their was a feverish yearning ebbing through her lithe form, craving for the love and intimacy possible with these gentlemen she felt so safe around. A desire to do something wild that they would not so resent, nor label her a harlot for. It had been too long since she was allowed to choose a man and perhaps just this one night, unattended, she could choose as many as she liked.
And perhaps there was some manner of confusion involved, an affection for her beloved Einar that wanted desperately to escape her. For whatever reason, her body and mind were determined to answer the heart’s whispers in carnal throes of passion and indiscriminately. And so, Arnheid lusted and craved after these men. And greatly she desired their muscular bodies, their handsome faces, their sweet voices, and what she imagined to be virile cocks so perfect for driving her into pure bliss.
Snake marched in now, stating, “So… You said you made dessert right, Arnheid?”
His tone was arrogant as he began to scrounge around the kitchen for any sign of his quarry. He found it sitting on the flat countertop, an applesauce mixed with mead and topped with oats and nuts. Snake was desperately trying not to salivate at the sight of it. He turned now to take a glimpse of its brilliant creator, one who he was wanting more and more for himself. Arnheid was the beauty of Olmar’s farm. Every man working there knew it. With her soft skin, full lips, lithe but curvaceous figure, and silky golden locks… Few other lasses could compete with her. Nevertheless, that was nothing compared to the ability to cook such delicious feasts and in so little time. With the boss gone, he had no debt left to repay, and as much as he’d honored Ketil, he’d always despised how he treated Arnheid. There was no guilt to be felt in stealing that her. Fortunately, she was on her way to being a free woman and so before she did, he wanted to hear this vixen scream his name as he relentlessly rammed her depths with his dick.
To his amusement, Arnheid’s cheeks were ablaze with fever.
She felt her heart crashing so forcefully against her chest as she finally formed the words, “You’re all staying a while longer, yes?”
Her ears picked up the deep snores of the old master. He was deep in slumber and showed no signs of waking. If she were caught, there was no knowing what the mistress of the manor would do, yet surely Snake and the Young Master Olmar would protect her? In any case, her mind was decided.
Snake answered, “Of course. Dessert looks delicious. Unless… It’s company you’re after?”
“Company?” she repeated, cheeks turning pink as she saw Snake’s lecherous gaze undressing her. She looked past him at the main target of her affections. Thorfinn and Snake were good looking, but it was Einar she truly deeply wanted. He blinked at her in confusion. All that remained was to make her damning confession, to reveal her ill intentions before the world. But the words could not seem to escape her lips. Snake must have realized her plight as he leaned over her.
“What is it you want, Freyja?” he asked smoothly. “It’s okay to be honest. You’ll only make others happy.”
“I…”
Her fingers dug into her apron. She marched a few steps forward, silently shutting the front door. Having gained some privacy, she turned to the three men awaiting her.
Arnheid now confessed, “I want you all…”
Snake grinned wickedly, rubbing his chin as he said, “Interesting. I don’t like sharing my women but you’re pretty damn beautiful, so I’ll make an exception.”
Thorfin merely blinked before asking, “Want us? Want us for what?”
Einar however was scarlet red as he said, “Are... Are you feeling alright?”
Arnheid boldly walked up to Einar and placed a hand on his chest. She felt the hitch in his breath, so shocked to, for the first time in his life, be touched by her. Her hand was on his torso, feeling the firm muscle laying beneath his filthy tunic. Arnheid gently traced her fingers upward, along the collarbone to feel the rigidness of it. Einar was squirming now, utterly scarlet from the gesture.
She said, “I only had one glass of wine. I’m fine, Einar. I feel incredible. I want to feel good… Most of all with you.”
“But… Doing something like that… All of us? Me? You want to do something so... so lewd with me? Are you sure? Are you sure you’re not sick?”
She shook her head again before taking his burning palm into her cool hand. She lovingly rubbed a thumb over it as she answered, “I want you, Einar. I really like you. I have for months now.”
“Oh…” he said, squirming. She began to feel bad for what she’d done to him. Perhaps he had no experience with women or with sex, and if so, she didn’t want to scare him. Arnheid simply clasped his hand even tighter as she tried to ease him into it.
She said, “It’s okay if you… If you don’t want me that way. Or if you’re frightened, we can go slow or forget I said anything.”
“But is this really what you want?”
Arnheid responded, “I’m sorry. I asked something horrible and I’m a vile woman for doing it but...”
Einar’s brows were furrowed as he replied, “There’s nothing foul about you, Arnheid!”
“But… I don’t even know why you’d want me. I’m… Ketil… I had a husband before all this too. Most men would want a pure maiden. I’m not the sweet girl you admired.”
He shook his head and said, “You are every bit as sweet. This is you being kind, isn’t it?”
“It’s… I think I’m being selfish, Einar. I really want you and I want to do something crazy. I want to feel good for once, to forget Ketil… And feel free.”
He gulped and said, “Okay but um… Can... Can I kiss you first? Be the first to kiss you?”
She blinked at the words leaving his lips, so kind, so sweet… Sweet words befitting a man lacking a hint of cruelty in his body. Even after losing his family, after being enslaved, Einar was kind. She’d heard he was prone to getting into fights with the bullies amongst the farmhands and retainers but… He’d always been kind to her. Even when he learned she was a slave sentenced to Ketil’s bedchambers, he never once saw her as vile or sullied.
To Einar, she was truly beautiful.
To Einar, she was lovely and worth loving whether or not she ever loved him back.
Certainly, that was true because it was so utterly clear he’d never dared to imagine her hands on him. And yet here Arnheid was, like his dream come true, her lips leaning up wards to press so softly against his. Einar had barely puckered his own lips, being a bit unready, and only realizing her intent at the last moment. Even so, they had shared a lover’s kiss.
“Arnheid…” said Einar with a gulp, left in a daze from his temptress’ mark.
Thorfinn smiled at the sight and said, “I think I’ll leave you to it then.”
Arnheid, however, swooped in and impeded him a second time, swiftly uttering, “Please don’t leave. I want to kiss you too.”
Thorfinn blinked in confusion before asking, “Huh?”
She said, “I… Of course, you can go if you really wish, but um…What I’m about to do to Einar… Maybe you’d enjoy it too.”
This seemed to at least give Thorfinn pause, and he no longer seemed in a rush to depart any time soon. Arnheid glided back over to Einar now, eyes ablaze at the sight of his handsome face. The lustful woman now slid off her work apron, a rarity when not heading to bed. This gave the others a good look at the ample breasts framing her bronze dress, features they’d soon be seeing in a far less obscuring manner. For now though, Arnheid sat down on her knees before the man she wanted so badly to taste. Removing his belt and tunic was child’s play, as was snaking off his trousers. Immediately, she was met with the sight of his boiling hot cock in her face, the tip pressed up against her nose. She inhaled the lascivious masculine musk that was driving her wild. It brought her back to her wedding night with Gardar. Back then she had been nervous and unsure, so much so her husband had to guide her through it all. And yet, it had come more naturally to Arnheid than she expected, tracing her hands up his muscles, sculpted like the ancient statues. He’d seen to her pleasure, and she’d felt a yearning for the sight of his erection, wishing to grasp it. And here she was now, with a man who looked so much like her dead husband. Would her body be able to tell the difference?
Einar whimpered, “A-Arnheid… You’re really...”
The blonde Dane’s lips puckered as they left a soft kiss upon the head of his cock. And yet, she was hardly finished. Arnheid began to wrap her lips around the side of the shaft, suckling hungrily on it as if famished. Her tongue danced along the indentation of pulsating dark veins until she reached his testicles. These too she tasted readily, letting one slip into her mouth. The man she was pleasuring felt the cool her tongue upon them. Einar groaned from sheer pleasure as Arnheid worshipped his cock. Her fingers slid up his powerful legs, feeling the muscles which had aided him in hauling colossal trees. She felt the course hair lining them as she massaged his thighs. He was a hairy man as she expected, a contrast to his smooth bare chest. She could see his abs heaving and flexing with every one of his ragged breaths.
Nearby, Thorfinn gazed at the sight in wonder. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the idea of sex, having seen harrowing sights among the Vikings following their raids. However, this was his first time seeing it done in love. It was so… intimate, lustful, and beautiful. Arnheid’s mouth was around his best friend’s cock, taking in inch after inch. Her blond threads of hair were sticking to her sweat-laden skin as his throbbing shaft slid down her throat. She was pleasuring him. Obsessed with his lust for revenge, women had never much interested Thorfinn. They were unfortunate victims of war and those that interacted with him had seemed a nuisance at best. His only interest had been enacting vengeance upon Askelaad, and when Thorfinn lost such purpose, his mind sank even deeper in the mire. The assassin’s time on the farm would do little to foster such interests. His mind had become a desolate place, like the smoke and ash left from a wildfire. Nothing life offered him could bring him joy so not once had Arnheid interested him. A part of him probably knew she was beautiful but only now was he being forced to look upon her as a woman, to even consider his own lust. He’d escaped from hell, seeking both atonement and purpose. In choosing life, Thorfinn had also chosen happiness. Perhaps only now would Arnheid’s charms ever have worked on him, but they were indeed slowly working. He felt a swelling in his pants, a sensation he knew little of outside of the occasional formless wet dream.
And now Thorfinn began to wonder…
Do I want her to make me feel good?
Arnheid popped Einar’s dick out of her mouth and began to pump it with her dainty fingers. She hoped the callouses and cuts she’d developed from endless toils wouldn’t tarnished the pleasure as she stroked him off. The way Einar continued to grit his teeth made her suspect otherwise. She now turned towards Thorfinn, taking careful consideration over the sight of his pants at full mast.
Wordlessly, she beckoned to him with a sinful finger. She was one the Christians would brand a Lilith.
Thorfinn had waltzed over to her timidly. Arnheid slid her hands up his shirt, feeling the mighty physique his slender body contained, acquired from years of hard labor. A shame he could not know an easier life, but she’d appreciate this bounty regardless. She could feel the imperfections of scars running up and down his form, as tantalizing as it was heartbreaking. Perhaps she could comfort him? Her hands quickly stripped him down, freed from his pants, bringing another eager cock before her lips. She felt herself salivate in anticipation. Arnheid tasted his dick now, lips slurping on the head before she took it in deep. She left it covered in wet flickers of her tongue as if she were a serpent on the prowl. Her lips adoringly kissed every inch of his shaft as Thorfinn began to pant. Undoubtedly, this man was a virgin. The thought was making her heart race. Why? Was she really this sort of a woman as Snake suspected? Was this what Arnheid was deep down when freed of all chains and bonds?
Even so, these men all thought her exceedingly beautiful.
It went beyond lust, what they felt. She wasn’t some object to be used, spent, and tossed aside, but a full-fledged woman they wished to spend a pleasurable experiencing intimately. Knowing this only made the beast within her all the more eager to devour them.
Arnheid now exchanged Thorfinn’s cock for Einar’s own. The taste of each was starting to be all her tongue could pick up, along with drops of semen they’d gush out in anticipation of the main event. Arnheid turned now to see Snake gazing down at her impatiently. His eyes were cold and lethal, with a hunger he’d never once aimed her way until now. Again, she offered a beckoning hand. Snake didn’t wait for her to undress him, instead disrobing in moments and unfurling his raging rod before her, one befitting of a master swordsman. Arnheid wondered if she was drooling, having three girthy dicks right in front of her, all for herself? It was as if she was being spoiled by the gods for once in her life.
Arnheid’s tongue struggled to pleasure each man fast enough, sucking hungrily while still careful to not use her teeth. She couldn’t help but moan in approval when she discovered her favorite position, which was downing Einar’s cock while pumping the other two men’s shafts in her hands, fresh saliva keeping them oiled. The hungry widow continued to trade out dicks, being sure to not neglect even their balls. She felt the itch of Einar’s slight bush of hair on his loins as her lips came in flush with his waist, his entire member being deepthroated by her so wickedly. Her hands wrapped around his firm ass cheeks for support. When she moved to Snake, he proved more daring than the other two. As she downed his shaft, the swordman’s strong hands held onto her head, forcing her to choke on his cock. She groaned and moaned in pleasure and discomfort, but Snake was careful to release her each and every time. Arnheid moved her graceful services over to the blond Viking now, his dick already twitching from such eccentricities. She happily wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and then slurped hard on the bulbous front, guzzling down more dew drops of semen.
Snake said, “Why not make use of your bosom? It’s enjoyable to a man if you take a dick between both breasts.”
“Oh,” she said playfully, “That’s not one I’ve tried. Very well. Please enjoy.”
Arnheid stood up briskly now, leaving all three men panting and on the brink of climax. She lifted her dress overhead, freeing her of another layer of pleasantries. All that now remained was her serk, and once her underdress was cast aside, the men found themselves gazing at her nude figure. Other than her hands, her frame was all smooth and her wide hips were fully on display, as was the sight of blonde tufts of hair covering her womanhood, her lower lips already damp from sheer elation. The three men gawked and swallowed hard, trying to control themselves. They now began to surround her, and a moment later, all hell broke loose. Arnheid experienced the scandalous sensation of six burly hands worshipping her, the rough touch of men as they felt up her hips and tits. Her bountiful breasts were being seized from behind by Einar as he desperately nibbled on her ear. She felt his cock, still leaking fluids, spear up between her ass cheeks, so desperate to impregnate her. It left Arnheid moaning in sheer bliss. What a wonderful sensation… Their fingers roaming about... Snake seized her childbearing hips while Thorfinn dared to grope her ass. She now felt the itch of Thorfinn and Einnar’s beards as they sucked hungrily on her nipples, as if attempting to draw out milk. Arnheid squirmed and shifted about in vain, feeling utterly ravished in all the right ways. She was Freyja being worshipped.
Snake said mockingly, “You damn virgins. No clue how to drive a woman wild. Like this…”
His index finger slipped around her waist as he ambushed her from behind, and she felt him teasing her clit. Her nub was being massaged by Snake’s meddlesome attack, a gesture that sent her weak at the knees. Her legs trembled, thighs rubbing together in ecstasy. All the while Einar and his best friend continued their assault on her tits, tongues swirling around nipples and fingers sinking into the curve of them. Sex… Sex felt good. It felt so much better… It was like it was with Gardar.
Snake now moved his finger lower still, accompanied by a second. Arnheid grit her teeth as his fingers plunged into her depths, spilling out her wines. He slipped in deeper to his knuckle, sliding them in and out of her as if it were a dick. Her hips incentive began to jerk from the gesture, and already she felt herself being overcome. Having her breasts spoiled while Snake attended to her down below was overwhelming.
Arnheid covered her mouth as she moaned.
“Mmmmphhh…”
She had splashed out onto the floor, something that made the brown-haired captain grin in satisfaction. She’d come like so many other women before to his touch, even if sole victory did not belong to him.
Thorfinn and Einar gazed in wonder at the sight of her orgasm, having never witnessed such a thing. Arnheid was a panting mess, tongue hanging out of her mouth, and already feeling lightheaded from such sinful squalor. However, she felt Snake’s toned arms slip around her back and keep steady her as she recovered. At last, Arnheid felt read to move and so she returned to her knees.
“Shall we continue?” she asked. “Einar, come here.”
“Alright,” he said meekly as he knelt down in front of her, bringing his erect prick to her bosom. Arnheid began to mash her breasts together, a gesture that left Einar’s cock caught in her cleavage. She giggled as she began to massage his throbbing erection, tongue flickering over the polished tip.
“Arnheid… I’m.. fuck. I’m going to come.”
“Go ahead, handsome,” she said in her most sultry voice, a gesture which was all too successful. Einar grunted, letting out a growl like a famished wolf, as he speared her between the tits and pumped his hot seed in her face. Arnheid blinked in shock but quickly succumbed to his steamy tribute. She began to lick his white cream off her lips and tits with tongue and finger. The taste was salty and bitter, and yet she couldn’t’ help but down it.
“Was it good for you, Einar?”
“Y-Yes…” he said shakily, his dick growing flaccid.
She smiled, the makings of a grin, before bringing Snake’s dick to her chest. Now. Like with Einar, she pleasured him, yet Snake was willing to repay the favor, hand petting at her scalp lovingly. After a minute, he too fired off a sticky rope all over Arnheid’s breasts. Thorfinn would prove no different, much to her delight, each man so weak to this form of pleasure. However, as he began to twitch while nestled against her chest, Arnheid slipped lower still, taking the head of his cock into her warm mouth, and downing his essence like drought. So much of it stuck to her tongue and throat, yet it was worth it for such a delicacy. Thorfinn grunted in pleasure as she did, one eye shut as he winced, clearly defeated by her man-pleasing skills.
All three men were now spent.
Arnheid offered another warm smile as she gazed at her handiwork, a wave of pride passing through her. And yet, she was not yet completely satisfied, even if she’d done enough to look back upon the night in revelry. The feeling of Einar’s cock pressed against her ass lingered in her mind, driving her deeper into depravity. She wanted these men to rise again proud, and to spear her deep, leaving no hole feeling unloved. The temptress began to wonder if she could prod them into regaining their lost vigor. She began to fondle at Einar’s flaccid member, fingers delicately dancing down the length. Arnheid’s eyes were heavily lidded as she fell back into trance, mouth drawn almost instinctively to his cock. She needed it hard and spilling out seed in her mouth and pussy. And so, she tasted and fondled his manhood until it was rejuvenated. Her lips began to suck hungrily on Thorfinn’s testicles as he grit his teeth. Arnheid felt Snake driving himself wild as he massaged her ass from behind, only to strike it with a hard slap.
The blonde beauty’s back arched, and from her delicate lips, came a sensual moan.
Einar said, “Hey. Don’t strike her.”
Snake retorted, “She enjoys it. Don’t you, Arnheid?”
“Yess…” she whimpered.
The slight sting and brutality blended so beautifully with the pleasure of male company. She felt Snake’s fingers, course from wielding the sword, sink into the supple flesh of her rump as if he were kneading dough. He then struck the other ass cheek before pressing his flacid dick to her rear end. Arnheid felt him beginning to stiffen, quickened by the thought of entering her.
She said, “Mmmnnn. Einar first. Then you can all do whatever you want with me.”
Snake licked his lips wickedly at her words while Thorfinn blinked in discomfort.
He said, “A-Are you sure?”
Arnheid said, “It’s fine, Thorfinn. This is your first time, yes?”
He nodded.
“Then I’ll guide you,” replied their friend, “I’ll guide you both.”
Her last words were aimed at Einar who vigorously nodded.
In a breathy voice, Arnheid spoke with just a touch of assertion, “On the bed. Lay on your back for me.”
Einar nodded as he laid back on one of the beds resting atop the floorboards. The straw bedding was meant for sleep and not the lascivious pleasures this seductress had in mind for them. Even so, it would have to do. Einar gazed up as Arnheid loosened her hair bun, sending her golden tresses spilling down past her shoulders. The redheaded farmer blushed madly at the sight of Arnheid with her hair down, and Snake ogled her from the side. He felt his heart racing as Freyja continued to show off such a wild side. He’d be truly devastated should the evening end without having such a fine woman screaming out his name as he filled her up.
Arnheid held her breath for a moment as she straddled Einar. He gazed up in wonder as she slipped her hands gently around his dick, guiding it towards her pussy.
Arnheid said gently, “I’ll show you how to do it, okay, Einar?”
“Yes… Yes, please,” he answered stiffly, face turned crimson beyond all belief. How cute.
The golden-haired woman now began to ease herself down onto his hard rod, feeling it spread her open from below. Slowly she took in Einar, welcoming inch after inch of him within her. In just a few moments, Arnheid had swallowed him whole, leaving his cock to be hungrily devoured. She flashed her teeth as the pleasure stifled her, bare thighs hugging his sides. Every time she dared squirm or breath, Arnheid felt the intensity of his throbbing cock within her, stirring her up. She’d been skewered in the most pleasurable of ways, mind healing with every moment she spent in these men’s shared company. Einar let out another groan of pleasure as she began to rise and fall, allowing herself to willingly be impaled by such a ruthless unforgiving cock.
“Does it feel good, Einar?” she asked lovingly, small moans slipping out every time she fidgeted.
“Incredible,” he said.
“Congratulations on losing your virginity.”
“A-Arnheid…. I... I…”
The insatiable lass sent her hands sliding up his stomach, savoring the feeling of every hard ridge of flesh lining it. She was massaging his pecs now as they glistened with sweat. Her smooth legs rubbed against his hairy thighs as she began to move rhythmically, dancing on his cock. Einar growled again before reaching up to seize her tits. Arnheid moaned in pleasure as she was defiled by the man she loved. What a strange way to confess her feelings to this man, to make plain his feelings about her! Adding two other men into such a romance was foolhardy, yet perhaps only insanity could make Arnheid move so fervently, that and the cock that was bucking upwards between her thighs. Her juices leaked out as Einar continued to stuff her full, enough to make her moan.
She confessed passionately, “Einar, your cock is soo… so good.”
Snake snarled, “He’s getting greedy. Let him rest while you see to us.”
Arnheid nodded, saying, “I’ll return to you in a moment, dear Einar.”
She felt his sweat-laden hand wander up her cheek now, cradling her with sheer love. She wondered if all would be well. Would one day she be Einar’s wife, granting him sons as they built a home together back in his village in England? Would Thorfinn be there? Would she drive a wedge between the best of friends, or might this be a way for these two men to bond? She hoped dearly it was the latter.
“Thorfinn, your turn…”
“Hey,” said Snake angrily, “I’m the one who-”
Suddenly, her lips crashed against his own, silencing the ladykiler for a moment. He took the opportunity to rake his fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss into something sinful. His tongue was doing battle with hers like two raging serpents in the vestan salt. She somehow managed to separate from Snakes’ winding attacks, just as unpredictable as his swordsmanship. Miklagard was where he had once said he was from in a drunken stupor, yet since then, he’d never spoken of himself in front of her. Inf act, Snake had largely never looked her way or uttered a single word meant for her, likely out of respect for his master. This bout of intimacy was in many ways Arnheid’s attempt to understand him, to get to know Snake in a deeper way. Or perhaps that was simply a lovely bonus to the taste of his mouth and the feeling of his fingers stirring her up.
“Be patient,” she whispered. “You’ll have your fill too, Snake.”
Her words seemed to suffice he offered a sly grin of acceptance.
With Snake appeased momentarily, Arnheid led Thorfinn over to another bed. She happily lay on her back, cheeks flushing as she realized she was presenting her nude body before this man. Until recently, Thorfinn had barely said more than a few morning pleasantries for her, but now he was second away from ramming his cock into her. Despite her embarrassment, Arnheid was hardly finished galivanting between men. She fearlessly spread apart her legs and beckoned him closer. Her fingers steered his dick into the proper entrance as he peered down with care and anxiousness. However, Thorfinn’s cock slowly began to slide into her, stretching her out much as Einar had done merely moments ago. Arnheid shut an eye, moaning, as he entered her slowly and steadily. With fervor, he scooped up her legs and began to move. This man was a Viking, a raider of the coasts. But to Arnheid, Thorfinn was simply a young man learning about how to treat a woman. He was nervous, naïve, and ignorant in such matters, and Arnheid was finding it rather endearing. He was young, perhaps two or three years younger than herself. It gave her an edge, a power over him, much like her experience. His blond hair must have come loose from its twine as it was flowing loosely now, a sight that only served to make him even more dashing.
This Viking was breeding her now, his dick scraping her in just the right ways. Snake watched hungrily as her large breasts bounced with each of Thorfinn’s thrusts.
“Oooh,” moaned Arnheid, “You feel good, Thorfinn.”
“Really? It doesn’t hurt you?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she replied kindly, winded but rearing for more. “Does it feel good for you?”
“Yes,” he said as his arms coiled around her curvy thigh, clinging dearly to her leg as his penis stuffed her to the base. For Thorfinn, this experience was strange yet wonderful, revealing one of life’s many pleasures he’d never before indulged in personally. It was beautiful in a way. There was beauty to be found in such bouts of love and intimacy. Memories of his sins faded, as did aspirations of the future. Right now, he and Arnheid were simply a man and a woman enjoying themselves as their naked forms pressed up against the other.
A few more of Thorfinn’s thrusts had stirred Arnheid up wonderfully, but he graciously traded out with Snake.
Snake said, “Let me show you how to make our Freyja fall in love.”
He brought Arnheid upright and aimed her towards the wall of Sverkel’s home. Snake spat on his cock before teasingly poking it up against her womanhood. Arnheid’s lips tightened as she tried to resist his cruel torture, feeling ashamed at how badly her body desired cock. Was this always who she was? A woman hungry for as many dicks as she could milk, and any good-looking man would do? Perhaps Snake was right but if so, she no longer cared. He was taking her from behind, his raging boner piercing her, spearing up towards her womb. Snake was having his way with her!
Arnheid felt his hands seize her hips as he began to buck, a smooth thrust sending her reeling. Snake was still holding back, mercifully choosing to warm her up, although he would not be patient for long given the prior two retainers had prepared her for him. And so, Snake began his ruthless assault on Arnheid’s quim, his girth proving too great an opponent as he impaled her with his Jörmungandr. Her entire ass rippled as his hips collided brutally with her butt, sending waves of pleasure and pain upward to leave her reeling.
“Aaaahnn!” she moaned as she was willingly taken.
Snake was hardly finished with dominating the jewel of Olmar’s farm. He took her by the wrists this time, pulling her arms behind her as he continued his assault. Arnheid’s back arched as the sheer power of his attacks threatened to split her in two. She was being forced up on her toes as Snake’s ravaging strikes ran her through. The sound of her moans and the claps of his balls on her ass was deafening to all. And yet, somehow, the old man was still sleeping like a baby.
Arnheid whimpered from the pleasure as she blushed. Being dominated by Snake, wrists bound behind her back, as he fucked her silly was draining her. And yet, his own balls were deathly close to being drained by her hungry vagina. Right as she felt her climax approaching, the enemy’s assault ceased altogether. Arnheid was pretty sure no one had called a ceasefire, meaning it was another of Snake’s ploys.
He said, “I’ll be gracious, Arnheid, because I’ve enjoyed you so much. Thorfinn… Einar… Arnheid has been a good host, fed us well and ministered to us… So, let’s spoil her. All three at once.”
Einar replied, “But… That’s cruel.”
Snake said, “Saucy vixens like Arnheid crave it. The feeling of having a man’s member in each hole.”
Thorfinn asked, “What do you mean?”
Snake answered, “Just follow my orders, men. Thorfinn you take her mouth and throat. Einar, you’re the one she likes so you can have her womb. And I’ll take the best part. Her ass.”
“H-Huh?” asked Arnheid, blushing.
Thorfinn blinked, asking “You can do that? In the… Really?”
Snake laughed and said, “You damn virgins, stop asking questions like idiots and get to your positions! I… Oh shit, we gotta keep it down. I forgot. Luckily the old man keeps himself deaf from his own snoring.”
“Now then,” he continued, “Arnheid, my gift to you for the dessert I’ll be enjoying after this.”
Arnheid’s saphire eyes were wide with shock, realizing the transgression she was privy to commit. Surely, she should not bat an eyelash given she’d been fiddling with three dicks merely ten minutes ago, but even so, she’d never imagined sodomy. Even Gardar had never put his cock up her asshole. However, Arnheid was in no mood to end her night of pleasure early. Snake had gotten around to lathering his shaft in some sort of oil he had taken from a small jar hidden beneath his bed. Arnheid couldn’t help but wonder why he’d neglected such a boon until this late into their love making. In any case, she was grateful for the oil as she doubted a dick would much fit in such a sinful place.
A moment later, Einar was again on his back as she descended upon him, taking in his cock for the second time that night. Arnheid shut an eye involuntarily as his incredible girth splayed her out. Eagerly, she leaned over him, admiring his handsome face. His blue eyes, red hair, and sharp jawline…. She wondered how she’d so easily spoken with him before, as his looks were now leaving her terribly flustered.
“Arnheid, you look beautiful right now,” he said sweetly.
In an affectionate voice, she sung, “And you look handsome, Einar.”
The golden-haired woman smiled at his kindness, further thanking him with a kiss upon the lips, albeit done less out of gratitude and more out of love. She loved Einar. That was the conclusion brought on from this evening’s madness. However, their romance was tainted as Snake again struck her ass, making it sting. A man’s handprint now marked it. He steered his oil-laden dick towards her entrance to a place she’d always considered too dirty for such a thing.
“Relax,” said Snake, “Relax your muscles, Arnheid. Take me in.”
The pain of him entering her wasn’t as horrid as she expected. And Snake was enjoying the sensation of her asshole’s rim wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold out more than a few thrusts, and if his own flesh was weak, than the two virgins joining him would fare no better.
Thorfinn now approached Arnheid, his groin dangerously close to her face. He heard her giggle at the sensation of his dick teasingly rubbing against her full lips, lips so perfect for taking dick. It took her another moment before she was ready for him as the ache of her ass being defiled by another man’s cock was still too near. Even so, she found pumping Thorfinn’s dick in her grasp proved a useful distraction. Snake’s thrusts were beginning to feel good, and the sensation of two dicks stuffing her full was exhilarating. But to slip deeper into paradise, Freyja would need another cock to taste and drink from. And so, Freyja began to draw back Thorfinn’s foreskin, revealing a penis head soaked with precum. Her tongue wickedly began to swirl around the tip.
Snake said to Einar, “Thrust at the same time.”
He spanked Arnheid’s ass again, making her scream, before he slammed his dick into her, sheathing his sword on his new favorite scabbard. Meanwhile, Arnheid was being take from below by Einar’s raging erection, his shaft pummeling her so splendidly. Two dicks entered her with a single stroke.
Arnheid said, “Oooh. So… Mmnnn. It feels so good. Thorfinn, grab my hair.”
He said, “Like this?”
The farmhand took a handful of her silken curls and tugged on them gently. She moaned in approval as she began to suck his dick, fully entranced by the act. A fever for men had left her body burning, sweating maddingly as her hips bounced happily atop Einar’s rigid shaft. His hands were on her legs as Snake clung to her upper hips. And now, Thorfinn had finally lost control, pulling on her locks hard enough to force her down on his cock. She was choking on the entirety of it. All three men were now deathly close to their climaxes. Perhaps the gods did indeed favor Arnheid because just as her climax overtook her, her three lovers fell under the same spell. She was drinking down a mouthful of hot semen from Thorfinn as Snake growled like a beast and sent bubbling seed into her ass. As for Einar, he was pumping fresh cum into her womb, and perhaps this would be it, the day she was impregnated by her darling lover.
Arnheid’s own orgasm was a powerful thing, sending her back arching as she popped Thorfinn’s dick out of her mouth to let out a shameless moan, tongue hanging out as she gasped for air. Her mind was going blank.
Cock…
Cock was all she could think about.
Cock and seed…
Her holes had been impaled by dick and left swimming with sticky, virile seed. Her fertile womb was ready to accept Einar’s offering of love, and so she sealed it with another kiss. Poor Einar was too deeply enraptured by it all to realize where her mouth had been. Arnheid now collapsed atop him panting. Her elegant body was marred by these men’s wet kisses, groping hands, hard spankings, and thick ropes of seed. It was as glorious as it was utterly draining, and she felt deserved of Valhalla after such a vigorous duel. However, Arnheid would not so easily falter. She managed to pry herself up now, realizing the old master might awaken at any moment.
As she did, Thorfinn reached down to help Einar up to his feet, hands clasping with his friend’s as he asked, “Are you okay, Einar?”
“Yeah,” said Einar, left ragged as his chest expanded and withdrew with every hard breath. He gazed affectionately at his friend as Thorfinn pulled him up to his feet. Snake, meanwhile, had Arnheid cradled against him for a moment, letting her tremble and regain herself on his warm chest. She blinked as she began to recover and, in a panic, began to fervently search for a rag. The air was still rife with their lovemaking but it’d soon clear with the night air pouring in and out so readily. The real danger was the old man who might see her completely nude, surrounded by stark naked retainers and farmhands. Arnheid’s face went even paler as she realized Sverkel was no longer snoring. The others must have seen the horror on her face, a face rife with all manner of regrets and shattered aspirations, because they too had gone silent. And yet, a second later, the old master was again letting out a guttural snore, appearing no worse for wear.
The four transgressors sighed in relief.
Snake said, “Get your clothes on you three. First one dressed gets the biggest helping of Arnheid’s apple crumble!”
“Huh? No fair!” hissed Einar beneath his breath.
Thorfinn dressed himself more timidly, blinking as he gazed over at Arnheid slipping into her serk.
He asked, “Are you really, okay? That was... a lot of men.”
Einar froze to gaze at her with a similar worry.
She winked before replying, “I am. I was the wife of a Viking. I’m tougher than I look.”
Einar beamed at her, relief overcoming him as he remarked, “I’m glad, Arnheid.”
“It was to my liking,” said Arnheid, “Especially you, Einar.”
The redhead gazed away at her bashfully, a finger rubbing at his beard.
Arnheid now wiped at her mouth with her wrist before she strode towards him. Before Einar could react, her lips had pressed to his cheek.
Thank you for everything, Einar.
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It was far into the breadth of night when Snake decided to retire in his proper furnishings with the other hired blades. Dessert was long vanquished, and the floor was scrubbed clean. Everyone was now ready for a good night’s rest. But just as he had taken his leave, a good several steps down the road, Snake suddenly spun around to glance at Arnheid, finding her standing by the doorway.
He said, “That was fun, Freyja. Should you get lonely with your lover, you and I know who makes you scream the best.”
Arnheid laughed at his words.
He then slid forward, fingers gently pressing down on hers as his arrogant eyes grew soft.
He said, “I hope you won’t hate me, Arnheid. Perhaps I went too far.”
“Not at all, Snake,” she said. “I wanted it. This was all my doing.”
“I’m glad. You looked beautiful tonight, enjoying yourself,” he said. “Now goodnight. Damn. I gotta take a shit.”
“I see,” she said with a sigh as he vanished into the night. Snake was a charmer, but only in the most rugged sense of the word. Even so, Arnheid knew he was to be trusted no matter how wicked his desires. After all, she’d proven every bit his equal in this matter.
Arnheid’s thoughts turned now to the two men before her as she slipped back indoors. Thorfinn yawned as he slipped into his soft bed of hay.
He said, “It smells nicer in here. I suppose once we’re free, we’ll have proper lodging.”
Arnheid said, “You poor things. I always hated that you were put out with the horses. A proper bed suits you.”
The blond farmer said, “It was worth it for meeting you two. For meeting Snake. Olmar. The old man. And knowing you’ll come with us.”
“With you… When you leave the homestead?”
“Yes… When we head to Vinland.”
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Arnheid stepped outside into the cool tundra, the breeze of a distant shore crashing into her so harshly. She felt the stings of the wounds she’d accumulated on her hands from years of scrubbing plates and laundry. And yet, Arnheid did not feel cold. She’d been warmed up that night, body and soul. Part of her was terrified because any moment now that joy would vanish, making way for old pains. Her son would never see this Vinland that Thorfinn spoke of, and neither would Gardar. There were days she couldn’t shake away the blame she’d placed upon Gardar so long ago, the chance to rebuke him for ignoring her pleadings to stay his blade. It was his fault they’d lost Hjalti. Even so, she’d rather he be near than far. Was it really okay to sail away? To find new happiness with Einar? With his friends? Life had been so cruel to her at every turn, beating her down into a bloody mess. It’d put her under the care of a monster like Ketil and a mistress who had beaten her at the slightest provocation. It had taken everything away from her and offered her only misery in return. Even so, she’d wept silently at night, choosing to smile at sunrise. And through it all, she’d dared to dream.
Even in chains, Arnheid had kept dreaming.
She feared life would again steal her happiness away from her…
Tears began to pour down her cheeks as she cried.
“Hjalti. Gardar. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “If you’ve gone ahead to Vinland… Won’t you wait for me there? Please… please don’t hate me.”
Her hand slid over her face as she wept.
How selfish she was….
Loving another man beside Gardar…
Wanting another family…
Pretending she wasn’t broken, marred, and branded…
What was left of her to be of worth to anyone? Why had Snake called her Freyja when all that remained of her was a walking corpse?
Why oh why did Einar love her?
She was unclean.
Suddenly, Einar’s arms wrapped around her from behind. Part of her reacted in panic, afraid he’d suddenly crush her throat. She’d seen Ketil’s rage only once, when she accidentally spoke to another slave about Gardar. That night his hands had come around her throat and…
No…
Einar was different. His arms were warm and his grip was gentle. Everything about Einar was gentle, and not all people were fiends. Even Thorfinn, a man raised among Vikings, had become a gentle soul, seeking peace and loving only fresh-tilled earth. And if Vinland was everything he said it was, then Arnheid would sail there and find herself. But for now, she was happy enough to be in Einar’s arms, to have been these three men’s Freyja for a night.
She turned now towards Einar as he gazed down at her, the concern on his face so evident.
“Why are you crying? Do you regret it?”
She shook her head and said, “No. I’m just so happy… And so scared I’ll wake it up and it won’t be real.”
“Arnheid… It’s real. I know what a horrible man Ketil was. But he can’t hurt you anymore, and soon the mistress won’t either. I won’t ever abandon you. You-You don’t have to love me Arnheid… But… I’d do anything for you…. Because I love you.”
“Einar, you love me?”
Arnheid’s eyes were lost in the splendor of the starlit night, but Einar swore in that moment he saw the reflection of the heavens pooled within her irises. She was too beautiful to be put into words, her soul too sweet even after being mutilated by crueler men. And yet even if her beauty were to fade in the morning… No matter how others would judge her for what she’d done here this night… Einar could not help but pine for her.
“I do,” he answered firmly.
“I love you too, Einar.”
And with that, she kissed him squarely upon the lips. He threw his arms around her in happines and love, holding her tight. His body was as a raging bonfire, and Arnheid had never felt so warm in her life. His hard muscles protected her from both cold and pain, and he blanketed her in his love. Tonight, they’d let her become their Freyja and so, Arnheid felt a little more healed, a little more beautiful. And so, she’d sail to Vinland with Einar, and there she would flourish.
THE END
Final Notes:
Following the fic’s end, Gardar no doubt escapes his own bonds, perhaps being reunited with Arnheid (perhaps she’s with both men?) or finding someone new when his search for her proved in vain. King Canute would invade the farm, but Thorfinn would be able to send him away, bringing peace to Olmar’s farm and all of England in the process. What this is to say is that Arnheid is alive and happy in this story, and her and Einar marry and have lots of babies one day ^-^
As for why I wrote something like this? Arnheid is my favorite female character in Vinland Saga and I think she deserves a happy ending and some fun. Admittedly, my dirty mind when I realized she was alone in episode 13 with three hot guys is also to be blamed. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.
#Mine#Vinland Saga#Arnheid#Arnheid x Einar#Thorfinn#Snake#Arnheid x Thorfinn#Arnheid x Snake#Basically Arnheid having sex with three hot guys#AU with a happy ending#smut#One shot
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Well, first, I wanna start off by saying thank you Lexy for tagging me in your post about this.
Second, I'd have to say;
1. @makeyoumine69 (duh)
2. @littlefreya
3. @holylulusworld
4. @viking-raider
5. @oh-for-fic-sake
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