It's been a few years since I've written anything, so please be gentle with me and let me know if you enjoyed it! 😊 This story does contain C/NC/Dubious consent, just as a fair warning. *********************************************

Part 1 here!

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Esla tried to remember why this was bad, why she should not simply be allowing this to happen. Scream for help, then. Let someone come save you from…whatever this is. But she didn’t want saving. Not now. Ulfvaldr forced her down onto the pile of straw, penning her in with his body as he leaned over her, his hands either side of her head. She squirmed underneath him, sunlight streaming over her bare skin and touching it with warmth. But it was nothing compared to the heat she could feel rolling from the warrior above her. Biting her lip as his leg brushed her own, savouring the heady sensation of skin against skin, Esla almost begged for him to touch her. “What are you going to do?”

Ulfvaldr grinned, looking down slowly at her body. He was in no rush, it seemed. The straw by the side of her head rustled as his hand moved down to her right nipple, brushing it lightly with the backs of his fingers. It budded at his touch, Esla giving a gasp as it hardened, the sensation wrapping itself into the others in her core. “What would you like me to do, little rabbit?”

She looked away. “I don’t know. I haven’t had…intercourse with many men. I don’t know what to do.”

“Intercourse?” Ulfvaldr asked, gently mocking her with a raised eyebrow. “Do you mean, fucking?” He gave a chuckle as she blushed, clearly enjoying shocking her. He reached for her nipple again, squeezing it gently. Esla gave a cry and bucked her hips against him. “Perhaps it wasn’t fucking,” he continued conversationally, rolling her nipple between his finger and thumb. Esla leaned her head back and closed her eyes against the throb it sent through her. “Perhaps they didn’t know what they were doing. Would you like to know what I plan to do to you, my little rabbit?” His hand moved across to her other nipple, pulling and squeezing at it until it budded beneath his fingers. Esla let out a moan this time, grinding her hips desperately into the empty air as Ulfvaldr held himself away from her. He leaned down, and growled into her ear, “Anything I fucking like.” He let his teeth sink into the tender flesh at the side of her neck, and Esla let out a scream, more from shock than pain.

The scream turned into a long and needy groan as the Viking nipped along her collar bone, arranging himself so he could play with both of her nipples. The sensation was overwhelming, and Esla reached up for the man above her, sinking her nails into his arms. “Please, please…” She breathed faster, moaning out in ecstasy as his warm mouth found her nipple, sucking it so hard her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Please, what?” The Viking rasped as he glanced up from his ministrations, this time palming a handful of her breast in his hand and squeezing, tightly and viciously. Esla gave a whimper, rocking against him as best she could. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She didn’t know what to ask for. One of his rough hands left her breast and snaked down into the hot wetness between them, his fingers once again disappearing between her folds. He licked his lips, waiting until she looked at him. “Perhaps you want me to do something down here?”

“Yes, please!” Esla moved against his palm unashamedly, not caring if someone walked in the barn at that moment and saw what she was doing. Her entire being, her entire body had been pushed down into a single, throbbing, aching ball of need between her legs that blurred any coherent thought. She was so caught in it that she didn’t notice Ulfvaldr had slid further down, his mouth now level with the lips of her pussy. He blew gently over the sensitive skin, and Esla snapped her face up in shock, giving a cry and slamming her head back into the straw with flame-red cheeks. His eyes had met her just for a second, but not before they travelled back down to stare intently at the most private place of her body. “I, um, I…no one has ever…” The words were jumbled again.

Ulfvaldr growled low in his throat. “So I get to be the first one to taste you? I like that very much.” A delicious shiver ran down Esla’s spine at his words, and she rocked involuntarily towards the waiting heat of his mouth. “What a pretty little pussy you have, my little Anglish whore. So pink and wet for me already.” Her eyes slid shut as she cried out at his touch, a single rough finger exploring her folds with fascination. There was a pause as he shifted on the straw between her legs, then Esla sucked in a hard breath as his tongue slid across her outer lips, slow and steady in its trail upwards. A groan escaped her as he flicked his tongue around the tiny bud at the top of her pussy, swirling it in a maddening pattern that made her legs buck towards him. Ulfvaldr growled at her movements, wrapping his arms around her thighs and gripping them tightly, forcing her back down. The message was clear even without speech. You’re going nowhere, little rabbit.

His tongue slid faster then slower, building the warm pressure in her core until she could feel herself tipping towards the edge. Esla’s hands reached out to grab at something, scrabbling in the straw. It wasn’t enough to match the relentless lashing of his tongue against her, and she gave a desperate moan as she reached for his arms, digging her nails in. Ulfvaldr moaned in reply, dipping his tongue into her soft, needy wetness, lapping at her like a thirsty man in an oasis. Esla began to moan in rhythm with his pace, so close to the precipice, that when he sucked her clit into his mouth, she crashed over it with abandon. A long, wanton cry left her throat as the Viking buried himself in her pussy, the grip on her legs so hard she knew it would leave bruises.

He moved back, cool air rushing in to brush over the place he had been, and Esla let out a soft sigh as her orgasm ebbed away. Her head was spinning. Ulfvaldr grinned down at her. “You taste delicious, little rabbit.” A tongue ran slowly over his lower lip. Esla’s trembling pussy throbbed in response. But before she had chance to reply further, he reached down and twisted her over onto her front, giving her behind a light smack for good measure. “Now, up on your hands and knees.”

Eyes widening at his proposal, Esla gave a horrified gasp. The few times she had done this before, and when she had spied people drunk at their feasts doing it, the woman was always laid underneath. Her own mother had once taught that was where the Church said a woman should be. Her voice wobbled as she stuttered, “Like…like the animals do it? I can’t do that!” Sweat formed on her palms.

A cold chill ran along her spine as Ulfvaldr growled low in his throat, pressing himself down over her so his front was flush to her back. She resisted the urge to push into it. “Yes, little rabbit. I want to fuck you like a wild animal. Now do as I fucking say.”

His tone left no resistance, but his words sparked another fire in her centre. Esla swallowed, climbing to her hands and knees and waiting for the warrior behind her to move, anticipation making her ache again. She let out a shaky breath as his hands slid over her hips, dragging her closer as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. She gave a soft moan, arching her back as she pushed against him. Ulfvaldr gave a pleased grunt. “That’s it. You want my cock inside your pussy, my little whore? So wet for me already.” It was true, she could feel her wetness dripping down the backs of her legs.

“Y-Yes, please.” That desperate need began clawing at her insides again.

The Viking slid inside with a single swift movement, she was so wet. He moved slowly at first, but with an insistent rhythm that quickly drove Esla into that spinning place in her head that drove away all sense. “I think I might take you home with me, little rabbit. You can be my slave.” He gave a laden moan as he picked up speed, slapping into her body. “Would you like that, my little whore? To be fucked whenever I want to fuck you?”

God help her, she really did. Esla’s pussy spasmed to his words, and she let out a loan groan. “Yes, I would like that. Yes, please. Please.” She felt delirious from sensation, and words ceased to make any sense. They tumbled out in a rush as she arched herself further. Ulfvaldr felt her urgency and tightened the grip on her hips, driving his cock into her so hard she could feel his balls slapping against her skin. Her soft moans became keener, coming out as breaths that jumped in time with each thrust into her. The force of it made her wrists collapse, and Esla had no choice but to bend forwards on her elbows, pushing her behind high into the air for Ulfvaldr to use. Her core tightened again in a now familiar sensation, and another orgasm racked through her as she cried out. The noise outside had quietened now, the sunlight disappearing behind a cloud. There was no way someone hadn’t heard the noise they were making.

But Ulfvaldr wasn’t finished.

Instead of slowing, he kept up his pace. The sensation was too much, becoming painful as he continued his assault on her pussy, keeping her firmly in place. Esla gave a scream, trying to pull away, but was rewarded only with a warm, stinging slap on her behind. “Please, too much! Please…” She gasped for air as Ulfvaldr chuckled behind her, a tear running down her cheek. But it took only a few minutes for the sensation to become pleasurable once more. Her scream turned to a charged, loud moan, and she pushed against the Viking’s movements, needing more of him. All of him. Something wild overtook her senses, and she became desperate again to reach that tall edge that she knew she wanted to fall from.

“Say you want to be my little whore.”

“Yes, I…I do.” She whimpered he pounded into her.

“Not good enough.” He gave a short laugh that turned into a grunt. “Say. It.”

Esla gave a whine at his tone of voice. Her fingers clawed into the straw as she tried to steady herself against the throb that now centred her entire thoughts on her pussy and Ulfvaldr’s cock. Her tongue felt thick against her dry lips as she tried to lick them.

“I’m not patient, little rabbit. You want to stay here?” His tone was mocking. Esla closed her eyes. His cock was so hard it was all she could concentrate on. How much he was slamming into her. “You want to marry one of those pathetic boys? The ones who will never know your body like I do?” He growled the last words next to her ear, and she gave a whimper in response, shaking her head. “Then fucking say it. I want to hear it as you come on my cock again.”

The last of Esla’s uncertainty slipped into darkness as she let herself fall towards Ulfvaldr’s seducing voice. “Yes, I…I want to be your little whore,” she managed, each word getting higher in pitch as her cheeks burned with the shame of saying it aloud. “Please let me be your slave, Ulfvaldr.” She couldn’t quite believe what she was asking, but it was all she now wanted. To be wanted and desired like this for the rest of her life, to do whatever Ulfvaldr wanted in exchange for this feeling…it was everything. Something clicked inside her.

“Gladly, little rabbit,” he grunted, pummelling into her with a wild, maddening pace that filled the barn with nothing but the sounds of skin hitting skin, and their entangled moans and cries. With a guttural groan, Ulfvaldr’s cock twitched inside her, and Esla cried out her own orgasm as she felt a warmth filling her pussy, her hips rocking as much as they could against the Viking’s hold. He sank against her, forcing her down into the straw, both of them gasping for breath in a sweaty, contented heap of limbs. Esla closed her eyes, giving a gentle sigh as she felt Ulfvaldr stroking his hand through her tangled hair, his warm breath on her neck. He pulled her around until she opened her eyes to stare into his, a shy smile curling her lips. He grinned back, bending down and pressing urgently against her mouth. Too tired to protest even if she had wanted to, Esla opened to him and let him sweep his tongue inside her mouth, the forceful kiss possessing her as much as the sex had. Ulfvaldr broke the kiss with a wet pop, stroking a thumb along her jaw. “You’re mine now, little rabbit.”

Esla curled herself against his strong body, relaxing into his words and the flutter her heart made at them. She was happy to be his.