Vikings Drabbles and Oneshots

Could I have a Taste? - Ubbe Lothrbok

You'd had a rough day and the dirt from today didn't want to rinse off if your body with just a towel. You filled the wooden tub in the middle of the room with warm water and stepped out of the mud drenched clothes. Ubbe constantly berated you during training. He griped at you, whenever one little step was off. Even felt the need to push you pass your limit to make sure you were capable of handling another warrior.
It's because I love you. He claimed it was love but all you could see was torment.

The water sloshes around as you lower yourself in it. Exhaling in relief you prop your swollen legs up on the rim of tub stretching out your muscles.
"I sense you are mad at me?" Ubbe says as he wonders into the room. He swings the wooden door behind him and walks over to you. He bleeds arrogance.
"No." You lies running the towel up and down your leg.
"You shouldn't be, I do it because if I'm lenient on you, you will assume the men in battle will be lenient. It's not true, they'll be harder on you because there is nothing between your legs."
"Alright Ubbe."
"Okay Y/N." Ubbe does not pay you any attention as he discards his clothes. Throwing everything but his pants to the ground and hopping in bed.
After a while you hear nothing from him so you stand and begin to dry off your body. Walking on the cold wooden floor you reach the bed and reach for you dress.
Ubbe's hand encircle your arm and he pulls you towards him. He swings your body around so that your womanhood is right in his face and dips his fingers into you. Slapping your ass with with his other hand he slides his finger out and marvels at you. "Could I have a taste Y/N?"
At a lost for words you say nothing, you only nod your head willingly submitting to him. He grins and flicks his tongue over you clit once and dips it your entrance teasing you over and over. Ubbe grips your waist so you cannot inch away and sucks on your clit until the tiny bunch of nerves send waves of pleasure all down your body. And he doesn't stop there as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of you curling each time to add more and more pressure. You collapse beneath him and suddenly he's over you with a smile light in those blue eyes. "Let's do another form of training." He grins