The birds circled above on the rising sea breeze. Gulls called out to one another, diving towards the grey sea, before rising once more to the air. It was an expression of pure freedom, just out of reach. That same breeze brought the smell of salt inland to the fortified hold of Ryksol, a small community of wood that sat along the North Sea.

Ulfor Redbeard sat at a wooden table outside his hold, studying his latest captive as she stared up at the flying gulls. The woman was beautiful and of noble birth he was told. She did not speak his language and he knew little of hers, but she should have been worth her weight in gold. And yet, her father refused to pay the ransom and so Ulfor was stuck with her.

The warrior sat brooding. He'd raided every port from Rus to Constantinople to Paris always taking what he wished and turning a profit on the rest. He had raped and pillaged half of Christendom before his name-sake beared had grown in fully. In all those years, never once had anyone denied his ransom demands. Never once had a lord so shamelessly left his daughter to the whims of barbarian heathens. It annoyed the viking to no end that he had not been paid...

"We could make her a sacrifice to Freya friend." Yuri, an older member of the tribe said, noticing Ulfor's eyes on the woman. "She is beautiful and would bring us the goddesses favor. Or sell her, the Greeks would take her for off your hands and reward you well."

"No, old friend." the chief replied, his eyes never leaving the woman. "She is either a boon from the allfather, or a bane on me sent by Loki. Either way, to rid myself of her before due time would only bring about a stronger curse. Perhaps..." an idea was forming in the handsome raiders head, "Perhaps I will take her as my concubine."

The grey-haired norseman turned to his chief, eyes narrowed and unsure. "Ulfor, you are chief and your word is law... But your wife should arrive within the month and you know how jealous Brea can be. I'm not sure it is wise to meet her on the shore with a new slave let alone one you intend to bed."

Ulfor turned to his friend, his dour mood replaced by a mischievous smile. His green eyes twinkled like a wolf, "My friend, I am the high chief. My word is the law."

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Hello! Who is interested in playing a thrall to a viking chief today? I picture this being a character driven roleplay where you play a Christian noblewoman captured by Norse pagan raiders. You could be English, French, Irish, or anything else you have in mind. For some reason though, your family refuse to pay tribute to heathens and thus you become the slave and concubine of the chief. While their will of course be some dominance by my character, I imagine as your character accepts her lot in life she will gain more and more freedom. If you're interested, tell me a little about your character and any kinks/limits you have for the rp.

Kinks: Ropes, rough sex, detailed responses, hair pulling, jealous wife, adventure?, threesome?

Limits: Bathroom, blood/gore during sex

Thanks for reading!