Vikings Drabbles and Oneshots

Concubine

You were his, he made sure everyone in Kattegat knew it. The "I" barred into your skin was the mark of a slave. And though it hurt for a while it had stopped and you were content with your duties. He had conquered your body, both physically and emotionally. You couldn't stop replaying the last words he had said last night.

"And soon this will be mine too." His thick finger dips into your gathered hole causing you to tense and then he soothes you dipping two fingers into your cunt and drag that drenched arousal back to your ass. "Yes, very soon my pet."

The tasks for the hall were nearly completed. The only thing you lacked were cleaning the chambers of the King. Ivar was a very private person. The only person allowed in his chambers were you and his wife, Queen Freydis. You navigate throughout the chambers picking up the wooden toys of their children then over to her side of the bed. Even the gown she slept in appeared to be as glamorous as she did.

"why are you rummaging through her things?" You hear a step and then the drag of his other leg. He takes another step groaning lifting the heavy braces. "Y/N."

"I am sorry King Ivar." You exhale. "She has so many beautiful dresses, they caught my attention." You throw the clothes that you are to wash in the woven basket and maneuver around him. He's taken a seat on the bed unclamping the brace.

Its quiet for a moment and then he starts to speak. "Give the clothes to the other slave and close the doors to my chamber. I wish to speak to you alone." The clank of the braces hitting the floor made your heart race. Times with Ivar were always intense. One wrong world and you could end up hanging upside down in the middle of town square. That would not be you, you submitted. You done as you were told meeting Inge.

"I am to service King Ivar." You whisper to her. "Where is Freydis?"

"She has taken the children to the spring." Inge, an older woman with less patience for Ivar being that she helped change him when he was an infant, could careless for his shenanigans and demands. "What is it that he asks of you?" she asked but she knew the answer already. "he swore by the gods to honor his wife."

"Y/N!" his voice bellows throughout the great hall and it startles you. "Here! Now!"

You leave without finishing your conversation with Inge. You nearly stumble over the chairs. You gather yourself finally reaching the door with a trembling hand.
My King." You greet closing the door behind you.

"Why must you make me wait? Remove your clothes." His voice is irritated but still eerily calm. He watches you shrug out of the tatters of clothes and place them beside the bed. "Now put on her gown." He smiles. "Quickly, though leave your under garments off, they won't be needed." You dress as he directed, the red gown drapes from your shoulders and your coiled hair sits at your neck. The beautiful contrast of the mahogany and red makes him twitch with satisfaction. "That suits you better anyhow." He taps the bed. "Come."

This was not the usually way you attended to the King. He was picky. Sneaky even, calling you out in the middle of the night to suck him off at his throne or fuck him in his bed while his wife watched. Never had he asked you to wear something of hers. You climb up the bed next to him and his hand starts at the bottom seam of the dress pulling it up to reveal your legs.

Ivar smiles. "There will be a lesson today, my pet." His hands crawl up your calves to your inner thighs and his hand slopes down to your mound. "Are you inclined to learn today?"

"Yes, my King." You breathe feeling him move further down until his thick finger shoves inside of you curling touching the rigid patch of your g-spot then he retrieves his finger and smiles at you. You're already so reactive to him. Your face tinges with warmth and your chest rises inhaling deeply.

"Look at you, begging for me to fuck you already. Do you like when I fuck you, my pet?"

"Yes."

"Good, today will push your limits.' He whispers. "but I swear to the Gods you will enjoy every minute of it." Ivar positions himself over you stroking his length a few times before abruptly thrusting into you. He was never one for foreplay. He wanted everything now, instant gratification even for sex. You stretch around him your walls slowly getting used to his assault. Ivar is relentless thrusting into you over and over. Your legs cradle him, and he falls impossibly deeper fucking you till the hilt and then entering you again. "I want you to cum around my cock." He says through wired teeth. His nose is at your neck inhaling your arousal, taking in the muted cries of pleasure you suppressed. Your body reacts to his words, the tension builds with each thrust coiling inside of you until you do come with shaking legs and a blast pleasure succumbs you. "good girl." Ivar slides out of you and drags his tip to your ass. "Lesson number one." He smiles pushing his thick into you. You clench immediately. A finger was a finger, but he was much larger than a finger. "do not tense up." He smiles.

You can't breathe imaging the pain he was about to cause. You close up and he slaps your face a few times with the tip of is fingers all while shaking his head. You flinch, and he stops. 'I am sorry."

"Do. Not. Tense up." He adds with a little more threat to his voice. You're usually a puddle after one orgasm but your mind wouldn't stop processing what was going on. You breathe deeply, and he dips his fingers into you working you a little more and he slides back into you with his cock. Groaning and then back out and to your ass. He pushes in slowly and your hands cling to the sheets. "Lesson Number Two, be patient." He inched into you slowly and your body formed around him tightly, still a dull uncomfortable ache but not as bad ass before. Once he's all the way inside of you he stops, breathing slowly and sliding back out of you and you fill his spit on you and he thrusts back into you.

"I can't.' you say climbing up the bed.

He secures your hands above your head shaking his head, his blue eyes filled with lust. You'd forgotten the chase was have of the pleasure for him. He thrusts into you again and you cry out with burning eyes as you try to take your hands from him. "Stop fucking moving." He growls in frustration. His hips pounded onto you and once you do stop moving the ache is fading and turning into a different feeling. He watches your face go from closed scrunched eyes to more relaxed as his thrusts become more consistent. Ivar shakes his head in approval loving how significantly tighter you were for him this way. His thumb kneads circles on your swollen clit.

You purr. You can't believe the noises that you make as his pace quickens and feeling you'f never experienced floods your body. "Ivar." You moan. You regret having said anything about the dress now, the heat smothers you as the mist forms and your clinging to the dress and the sheets. "Oh, Im coming." You scream hearing your own shrill voice ring off the walls.

Ivar's face is devious with satisfaction as his speed increases. "Lovely pet." He smiles feeling you contract around him. Your legs quake and your head is faint from the aftermath and the rebuilding of another. "Lesson Three, I want to hear you scream my name when you come." He pants getting closer to his climax. "Is that understood?" You say nothing still reveling in the way your legs felt numb from satisfaction. Ivar grips you throat and his fingertips slap your face again and again. "Do you understand?" He demands.

"Yes, my King." You swallow hard feeling the next one building. Your body tenses momentarily as it flashes over you. "Ivar, I can't anymore." You say nearly collapsing. "Iv-" Your words are cut short by him clamping his hand over your throat and fucking into you so fast you cum again and again and then Ivar tenses slamming into you one last time as his dips down and he shakes with a groan that done things to you.

You two lay there staring up at the antlers over his bed. "That dress is yours now. And take three more, please. No concubine of mine shall wear such rags again. Tell Inge to move your things into the left hall quarters and I will visit you tonight, to check on your..." His hand ghost over your ass. "My ass." He smiles. "Go."

You stand from the bed, his seed still dripping from you." You take the gold dress and the green dress you'd wanted for forever and turn to him, nearly wanting to smile. No one had ever given you nice things. Concubine. You breathe, it had a better ring to it than slave.