#Ivar/Eadwulf

[ladynightshade30]

Stone by Stone

Author's Notes: I got this idea watching a Jon Snow/Sansa Stark video. I might continue it I might not. I just have no ideas on where to take it from here. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Warnings: Sex, overstimulation, voyeurism

It was an arranged marriage. 

Set up between Kings Ragnar of Kattegat and Acwulf of Âlibbendemere, between their children Ivar, much to his and his mother’s dismay, and Eadwulf. So, the Vikings would stop invading Âlibbendemere while, in return, King Acwulf would provide them with land to settle and farm. And while Ivar and Eadwulf had been married and living in Kattegat for nearly five years, she had yet to make any headway in the relationship between her and her husband. Who seemed to avoid her as much as possible except for meals. And even then, he would ignore her, speaking to his mother or Floki, a boat builder who seemed to hate her even more than Ivar and Aslaug. Ivar would even go so far as to enter their bed late and be up before her.

And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to ingratiate herself to Ivar and his mother. The queen seemed to view Eadwulf as distasteful, not only for not being a Viking but for not being enough for her beloved son. So she often found herself weaving or sewing by herself unless Helga, the boat builder’s wife, or Lagartha, Ragnar’s other wife, took pity on her and joined her. 

Thanks to the help of the monk-turned-Viking, Athelstan, and Ivar’s older brothers, she managed to ingrain herself into the hearts of the common people by listening to them and helping them whenever she could. The children, in particular, seemed to adore her and followed her whenever she came into town to speak with the people. But despite the friendship and near-constant presence of Athelstan, who had been assigned not only as her bodyguard but as her translator and guide into the workings of her new home, Eadwulf felt alone. 

She sighed and gathered a small child into her arms as she talked to the girl’s parents about their problems with their roof.

***

“She looks good with a child on her hip,” observed Ubbe to his younger brother.

Ivar snorted as the tattooist worked on a new design on his back. 

Ubbe sighed. “Perhaps you should spend more time with her.”

“I spend enough time with her.” 

Ubbe rolled his eyes. “I am not talking about when you fuck her.”

“We don’t fuck. I would never fuck a Christian.”

Ubbe sighed and tried another tactic. “What about what she does during the day.”

Ivar rolled his eyes. “Why would I care?”

“To ensure a good marriage.”

“What makes you think I want one?”

“Everyone wants a good marriage and I know you want children someday. If you want to have any chance of having them, you need to take care of your wife.”

“I don’t need her to have children.”

“Then you have taken a mistress?”

Ivar sighed and muttered under his breath. 

Ubbe grinned. “You can start tonight at the festival.”

That said, Ubbe left his brother to watch his wife and ponder his older brother’s words. 

***

The night air was filled with laughter and drunken revelry. Eadwulf moved through the crowd, smiling and laughing with people as she went. 

“Wife,” Ivar said, his face splattered with blood as he approached her, a smile on his face that set her on edge.

Before she could step back, he had grabbed her face with his hands, bloody from the night’s sacrifice, and smeared it across her cheeks. 

“Maybe now you will give me a son,” he said, kissing her for the first time since their wedding. 

The kiss, along with the declaration, came as a surprise and left her speechless. When he drew away, he smeared more blood across her lips before leading her to the head table. 

“Here, tell me about your day.”

Eadwulf was surprised and a little weary by the attentiveness of Ivar. “Why?”

“I want to know what you do when you aren’t with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I am your husband,” he said before adding under his breath. “Plus, Ubbe won’t leave me alone about how I need to spend more time with you.”

Eadwulf nodded and tried to ignore the part of her that was dismayed about the fact that he wasn’t interested in spending time with her on his own accord. “I see.”

“So?”

“Well, I talked to the people and spent time with the orphans to ensure that they have what they need for the coming winter.”

“Do they?”

“They could use more blankets,” she admitted. “I have talked to some of the other women and they have agreed to help me weave extra blankets for them.”

“That’s good,” Ivar said absentmindedly.

“What about you?” she asked as a slave poured them both a cup of ale. “What did you do?”

“I got a new tattoo and sparred with my brothers.”

“I see.”

***

Ivar shifted in bed and coughed. He tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed. His body was too warm for his liking as he tossed the furs from his naked form. The sudden change in temperature caused Eadwulf to jerk awake and turn to look at him. 

“What is it?” She asked, only to scramble out of bed when she saw how pale he was as she pulled on a shift and called for some slaves.

Aslaug hurried to the room her son shared with his Catholic wife and burst inside. She saw Eadwulf ringing out a cloth and patting down her husband. 

“Fever?” The queen asked. 

“Yes, my queen,” one of the slaves responded. 

“Why did you not summon me immediately,” Asalug demanded after slapping Eadwulf. 

“My apologies,” Eadwulf said softly. “I summoned you as soon as I became aware of the situation.” 

Aslaug snarled a curse and began giving orders to gather things from her room to help heal her son. 

Ivar was barely aware of the world around him save for the few times he was awakened to drink some foul-tasting brew someone, probably his mother poured down his throat. The sound of someone humming softly would lull him back into a dreamless sleep. When the fever finally broke, he awoke to find Lagertha sitting next to him, with Eadwulf sleeping in a chair in the corner. 

“Good, you’re awake and it looks like the fever has gone down.” the blonde woman said calmly.

“Where’s mother?” he coughed as Lagertha got him a drink. 

“She’s asleep in our room,” she answered, before turning her attention to Eadwulf and covering her more comfortably with the blanket. “We finally convinced her and your wife to take a break. We had to give her and Eadwulf a sleeping drought to get them to sleep for longer than an hour at a time.”

Ivar turned his attention to focus on his wife again.

Lagertha followed his gaze and smiled fondly at the redhead before turning to face Ivar. “She barely left your side.”

Ivar tried to sit up, only to collapse back onto the bed with a grunt. 

“Don’t strain yourself just yet,” she reprimanded gently. “Are you hungry?”

Ivar nodded.

Lagertha turned to the door and called for someone to bring food for the prince before returning to the chair at the side of the bed. 

“How are you feeling?” she asked, re-wetting the cloth on his forehead.

“Better,” Ivar said.

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Ivar?” asked a small voice. 

Lagertha and Ivar both turned their attention to Eadwulf, who was now awake and rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“You’re awake,” Eadwulf smiled. “I’m glad.”

“You should still be asleep,” Lagertha protested.

“I’m fine,” yawned Eadwulf. 

Lagertha scowled as the servants entered, bringing a plate of food. They had thought ahead and brought enough food for Lagertha and Eadwulf as well. 

“Can you feed yourself, Ivar?” Lagertha asked. 

Ivar scowled, “Yes.”

“Very well,” the blonde said as she stood up and grabbed a piece of bread. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

That said, she swept from the room, leaving the married couple alone in their room. 

“How are you feeling, Ivar?” Eadwulf asked as she slowly approached him while he slowly eased himself up. 

“Fine,” Ivar said, before adding. “Better.”

“I’m glad,” she said, offering him a bowl of broth.

Ivar took the bowl and their fingertips brushed against each other. “Did you really stay by my side?” 

Eadwulf took a seat in the chair Lagertha had vacated with her own bowl of soup. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“You are my husband,” she said as if it were the obvious thing in the world. “It’s my duty to take care of you.”

“Is that all?”

“It’s also my Christian duty.”

Ivar rolled his eyes at that and almost seemed to pout as he drank the broth. 

“Do you want me to leave and send for your mother?”

“No,” he said, immediately grabbing her wrist. “Let her rest. You stay.”

Eadwulf smiled and took a seat at the corner of the bed. “As you wish, Husband.” 

***

“Wife!” Ivar called as he approached her in the market. 

“Husband,” Eadwulf greeted as the people she had been talking to returned to work. “What can I do for you?”

“Come walk with me,” he said, placing a hand on her lower back. “There are some things I wish to discuss with you.”

“Alright, lead the way.” 

They walked in silence until they came to a clearing in the woods, where Ivar settled down on the ground and relaxed against a boulder. 

“What is it you wanted to speak to me about?”

“Us. Our marriage.”

Eadwulf bit her lip as she settled down beside him. “What about it?”

“I think we can make it work.”

Eadwulf blinked in surprise. “Oh?”

“Yes, I’ve decided something.”

“And what would that be?”

“Being married to a Christian might not be the worst thing in the world.”

“I see,” Eadwulf said, unsure if he had insulted her. 

“Yes,” he said, pausing briefly to look around before rearranging himself, so he was resting his head in her lap. “I want to give this a try.”

“And what brought this on?”

“Nothing, really,” he said as he started to play with her hair. “Just recent events have led me to see I haven’t been fair to you and I want to change all that.”

“Alright,” said Eadwulf softly, staring down into his blue eyes. “I would like that.”

“Good,” he said, reaching up to her and pulling her down to kiss her. “Now, tell me. How was your day?”

“It was good. After we broke fast, I went into town to see how the people were doing and after last year’s drought and so far, this year has been going well. The harvest should be bountiful.”

“Good. What else did you do?”

“Nothing yet,” she said as she stroked his hair from his face. 

“What else were you going to do?” 

“Finish my weaving.” 

“What are you weaving?”

Eadwulf flushed and looked away. “Something for you.”

“Why?”

“You are my husband. Should I not weave things for you?”

“No,” Ivar said. “You definitely should weave things for me. What are you weaving for me?”

“I am making you a new cloak.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to. Do you not want one?”

“No, I want it.”

He rolled over, so they faced each other and forced her onto her back. 

“I want you as well. I want to put a child in you. A child that will mark the start of our new relationship. Wouldn’t that be nice?” 

Eadwulf blushed as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips as he rubbed his hips against hers. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping out into her mouth.

“Ivar,” she protested between kisses. “We can’t do it out here.”

“Why not?” He asked, tugging at her skirt. 

“Someone could see us.” Eadwulf protested as Ivar’s hand started caressing her breast. “Let’s go to bed.”

“You English and your prudish ways.” Ivar pulled away and stared down at her. “Fine. I will put a child in you in our bed.”

He climbed off her and they both stood up, heading back to town. 

Ivar led Eadwulf to their room before attacking her mouth with his own as soon as the door closed. A soft moan escaped her as he pressed her against the door. Trailing kisses down her throat to the neckline of her dress. He started to tug slightly on the belt that encircled her waist before tossing it to the side. His hands started to tug the dress and underdress over her head until she was standing naked before him. Blue eyes flickered down her nude form, a grin forming on his face.

“My beautiful wife,” he whispered, trailing his hands up her sides.

Eadwulf flushed and trailed her hands up his arms before wrapping her arms around his neck. “My handsome husband.”

Ivar chuckled and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and steered her to the bed, slapping her on the rare as he did. Eadwulf giggled as she climbed onto the bed while Ivar stripped himself of his upper clothing before joining her on the bed.

“On your back,” he ordered, slapping her on the butt again.

“Yes, husband.”

Eadwulf settled on her back and spread her legs in welcome. Ivar grinned and lay between her legs, kissing and biting her neck.

“Oh, I have been a bad husband,” he breathed against the skin of her stomach. “A very bad husband for ignoring you, my beautiful Christian.”

“Well, you aren’t now,” whispered Eadwulf.

“No, I’m not now. Now I want to worship you. Adore you. Make you feel the pleasure that I have never given you before.”

“Ivar,” she said, pulling him up to look into her eyes.

“Let me do this.”

“Yes,” she breathed, kissing him deeply.

Ivar moaned into her mouth and balanced on one hand as the other trailed down her body, burying itself between her legs. His thumb fumbled until he found her nub, rubbing slow lazy circles against her. The action earned a low moan from her as he slid one of his fingers inside her. He stretched his finger until it reached the small bundle of nerves inside her.

“There it is,” he breathed. “There’s the little bundle I was looking for.”

Eadwulf moaned and spread her legs wider, rolling her hips to the motions of his finger as it thrust in and out of her. Ivar twisted his hand a little and added another finger inside of her adding scissoring to the movements.

“I want to see how many orgasms I can get out of you, dear wife, before I cum inside of you and make you mine again.”

Eadwulf sighed and nodded, arching her back off the bed as his fingers picked up speed. “Perhaps now we will have a child. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, Ivar, to mark the start of our new relationship with the conception of our child?”

Ivar shuddered at the idea and pressed a harsh kiss to her mouth. “Yes, that is all I want. A child, a hundred children, and you.”

“Good. Because that is all, I want. Children and you. No one else.”

Ivar grinned and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He stopped his fingers' repetitive and quick movements, leaving them inside her. She groaned in protest only to have Ivar laugh softly and make small movements with his fingers, rubbing them against the spot. She cried out as tremors shook her body and came on his fingers arching her back off the bed.

“Did you enjoy that wife?”

“Yes,” Eadwulf panted.

“I hope you aren’t tired already, wife.”

“No, not tired.”

“Good because there is more where that came from far more.”

Eadwulf moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That sounds amazing.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Ivar slowly slid down her body, leaving small kisses and nips as he went until he reached the light curls between her legs. He kissed them gently and nuzzled his nose into them, nudging it between her folds.

“There it is,” he breathed, nudging the little nub with his nose and giving her a lazy, slow lick.

“Ivar!”

Ivar chuckled softly and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her forward so he could fully bury his face between her legs. He drank from her like a man dying of thirst, making her cum again.

“Ivar, please,” she breathed, tears streaming down her face. “No more.”

“Did I not promise to worship you?” The man chuckled softly and crawled up her body, settling his hips between her thighs before he pushed his pants down his hips. “One more and then we will be done for the night. You have my word.”

“One more,” she breathed as he thrust inside of her. “Give me your seed.”

“Oh, I am going to make sure you milk me until there is nothing more for me to give to you.”

***

Ivar and Eadwulf lay in bed with each other, panting heavily as he tucked her against his side.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Ivar asked as he stroked her arm.

“Of course,” she replied. “How could I forget?”

“Were you scared of me?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I had heard tales of how the Christians were treated here and I was scared my father had found a way to kill me without getting his own hands dirty.”

“What do you mean?” Ivar asked after a moment.

“My father has hated me since I was born because I was not the son he had hoped to have. I believe he married me off to you, hoping you would kill me and he would have an excuse to go to war.”

Ivar was silent for a moment as he considered what Eadwulf had said and his mind drifted back to the past.

6 Years Ago____

Ragnar and Ivar entered the village connected to the large castle in the middle. 

“Father, where are we?” Ivar asked, looking around at the people staring at them with worry and unease.

“Good question. For I do not know,” He said as he paused by a peasant and switched to their native tongue. “Where are we?”

“You are in the Kingdom of Âlibbendemere,” stammered the man.

“And who is your ruler?”

“King Acwulf.”

“And how might I meet this king of yours?”

The peasant began to stammer something when a new voice broke through the crowd that had formed.

“What is it? What is going on?”

Ragnar and his son watched as the crowds parted and as a young woman with flaming red hair woven into two plaits and hidden by a white veil approached them, flanked by guards and other women. The young woman who had spoken was wearing a fine shift of dark blue with golden details. Ragnar watched as the crowd bowed and curtsied to the redhead who had come to a stop before them, her blue eyes taking them both in with interest. He felt his son shift behind him to look closer at her. He could feel Ivar’s heart speed up in interest and grinned thoughtfully. 

Maybe, the Gods sent them here for a reason and all was not lost in their journey west.

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” he said, bowing as much as he could. “My name is King Ragnar and this is my son, Ivar.”

“King Ragnar?” She repeated in surprise. “As in King Ragnar Lothbrok? I have heard a great deal about you. What brings you to my father’s kingdom?”

“A storm,” Ragnar answered.

She looked around confused. “Ah yes, are there no others with you?” 

“No, only we survived the storm.”

“I am sorry to hear it. I am Princess Eadwulf and you are welcome in my father’s kingdom. If you come with me, I will gladly take you to him so you may rest and refresh yourselves.”

“Thank you, Princess.”

***

Later that night, Ivar and Ragnar sat at the high table with Eadwulf and her father, Acwulf, along with his newest wife and a Bishop named Heahmund. 

“Tell me King Acwulf,” Ragnar began. “How old is your daughter?”

“She is Fifteen years of age. Why?”

Ragnar looked thoughtful for a moment. “Old enough to marry. My son is seventeen. Perhaps you and I could come to some sort of arrangement.”

“And why would I come into an arrangement with you?”

“Because if you don’t, I will return and raid your kingdom.”

Acwulf scowled. “And if I enter into this agreement, what is to assure me that you will not raid my lands anyway? Especially since it is custom for the daughter to live in her husband’s lands?”

“You have my word,” smiled Ragnar. “Plus, there is one more thing.”

“And what would that be?”

“Farmland.”

The Saxon king laughed. “You think highly of your negotiation skills, don’t you?”

“I do.”

Acwulf sighed and considered the agreement. “No. I will provide you and your son with a ship tomorrow and then I want you gone from my lands. Besides, my daughter is already promised to the grandson of King Ecbert, Prince Alfred.”

Ragnar huffed in annoyance. “As you wish.”

Within a month, Ragnar returned to the Kingdom of Âlibbendemere and by the week’s end, Acwulf agreed to the terms Ragnar had set forth.

Current Day___

“My poor wife. Shall I bring you his head the next time we raid England?” Ivar asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“No,” she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I don’t want his head. I want him to be left in the past where he belongs.”

Ivar chuckled. “Such a Christian you are still, wife. What will it take to make you Viking? Hmm? So, if my pretty, little wife doesn’t want her father’s head, what does she want? Hmm? What is it you want then, my pretty Christian? Aside from your father to be left in the past.”

“A child. I want a child with you.”

Ivar smiled and rolled them over. “I am sure I can make that happen.”

Eadwulf giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing in pleasure as Ivar slipped inside her. “I’m sure you can.”

Ivar smirked and started thrusting, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. Enjoying the feeling of her wet walls around him once again, one of his hands slid down her body and he grabbed one of her legs, draping it over the crook of his elbow. The new position caused her cries to increase as pleasure shot up her body.  

***

Eadwulf hurried into the great hall, eager to tell Ivar the good news when she opened the door and froze when she saw Ivar standing there looking at a naked, blonde slave. 

She closed the door silently and headed back the way she came. Moving through the marketplace, she made her way to the outskirts of town until she reached a cliff that overlooked the sea. She played with the ring on her finger, the one Ivar had given her on their wedding day.

“Start anew.” She sniffed slightly and yanked it off her finger before tossing it into the water below. 

She collapsed onto the ground and started crying. 

***

It was night when Ivar finally managed to catch up with his wife.  

“Before we agreed to give it a go. I would avoid you now you are avoiding me. Why is that? There is a feast tonight to celebrate my brother’s return. We should be celebrating.”

“Celebrate with your lover,” she said, pushing him off. 

“What are you talking about, woman?” Ivar asked as he moved after her as best he could.

“I saw you two in our room. If you want to start a new relationship with someone, you should start one with her.”

Ivar rolled his eyes and pulled her back into his embrace. “If you saw me with her and had stayed, you would have seen me send her away. Away from the kingdom entirely.”

“What?”

“She will no longer be a threat to you or us,” Ivar whispered.  “Now stop avoiding me, for I have missed you.”

“We’ve only been apart for one day,” Eadwulf said, rolling her eyes. 

“A very long day,” muttered Ivar, pressing kisses to her neck. “Now, what led you to spy on me?”

“I wasn’t spying on you,” she protested. “I was coming to find you so I could tell you something.”

“And what would that be, hmm?”

Eadwulf grinned and took one of his hands, transferring it to her somewhat flat stomach. “I am with child.”

“So, you are pregnant with my child, are you?” Ivar asked a smile spreading across his face.

“Yes,” Eadwulf said, smiling happily as Ivar ran his hand over her still-flat stomach.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” Ivar said as he led her into the shadows of the village before pinning her against a wall of a barn.

Ivar proceeded to kiss her passionately as one hand cupped her breast and the other dug deeply into her hair. He pulled away so they could catch their breath, resting his head against hers.

“Come on,” Ivar said before dragging her into the semi-darkness of the barn.

“Ivar? What are we doing in here? Shouldn’t we go back to the feast?” Eadwulf asked as she looked around the dimly lit structure.

“We will,” he said, settling on one of the bails of hay and pulling her to him. “But first, I want to celebrate the news with you.”

“Shouldn’t we tell your family?” she asked. “I’m sure they want to know!”

“All in due time, my pretty,” he said as he started pulling his pants down.

“We can’t have sex in here,” she protested as he pulled her even closer pulling her dress up so he could move her onto his lap.

“And why not?”

“Because someone could see,” she protested as she wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands rubbed her inner thighs.

“No one will see,” he said, looking around. “It’s darker in here than it is out there. Besides, the slates of the barn are so close no one will see us. I promise. The only ones who will see us are the animals.”

Eadwulf looked around, biting down on her lower lip before nodding and shifting closer to him. “Alright.”

“Good girl,” Ivar said as he kissed her deeply.

One of his hands slipped between them and his thumb circled her clit as his fingers slipped inside of her.

“Oh Ivar,” she breathed as she kissed him, trailing one hand down his chest and grabbing hold of his erection.

Ivar moaned in pleasure and removed his hands as soon as she shuddered against him, her inner walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and sucked on two of them before pushing the other one into her mouth. Moans escaped their throats as her tongue wrapped around his digit and he watched with hooded eyes as she sucked on him.

The moment he pulled his finger from her mouth she captured his lips with her own. His tongue slid into her mouth as they hurriedly pulled her clothes out of the way so he could penetrate her, causing them both to groan in desire. Ivar started rocking his hips back and forth as he leaned back against the bails of hay.

“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“Good to hear,” Ivar said, brushing her hair from her face before giving her a quick kiss. “Because I love you too.”

They continued to make out as their bodies moved in unison, their voices mingling in pleasure.

“Once you give birth, I am going to get you pregnant again,” Ivar whispered to her lips.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want that. I want to have as many babies as we can.”

Ivar continued to whisper how he couldn’t wait to get her pregnant again against her lips as they rocked back and forth against each other, forgetting all about the revelry that was happening just outside the barn.

***

Ubbe was looking for his youngest brother, intent on telling him something when he heard the soft sound of moans coming from the barn. Curious he made his way to the barn and peeked inside, watching two figures move in the shadows.

“Ivar,” whispered the familiar voice of Eadwulf her voice strained from passion. “Oh, Ivar.”

“My sweet, little Christian,” Ivar’s voice drifted over to him. “Soon. You will swell with my child and I can’t wait to taste how sweet your milk is. Now it’s time for you to milk me.”

Eadwulf gasped in pleasure and eventually, both their voices cried out.

“We should go back and tell everyone about the baby,” Eadwulf’s voice drifted out to Ubbe causing the man to smile before walking away as the sound of more moans drifted from the barn.

Apparently, Ivar disagreed with that statement for the moment.

When they finally emerged from the barn and joined the others at the main table everyone was smiling at them, except Sigurd. 

“What?” Ivar asked in annoyance. 

“I hear you have some news for us,” Aslaug said calmly, trying her best to hide her delight.

“You bastards,” Ivar said teasingly. “Which one of you told?”

“Ivar,” his mother prompted. “You have something to tell us?”

“I do,” Ivar said as he sat down, pulling Eadwulf into his lap and pressing a kiss against her neck. “I am going to be a father.”

“That’s wonderful,” Aslaug said happily. 

The rest of the table was filled with congratulations as Sigurd stormed off in a huff. Ivar smirked at his retreating back and pressed a kiss to Eadwulf’s forehead before reaching for some food. @youbloodymadgenius didn't know if you were still interested in my work but here you go.

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Virginity Kink (King Takes Queen)

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took so long to write. Looks like I won’t get to all 31 prompts unless I manage to get caught up this weekend. Anyways. Here you go. Though I don’t know if this works for Virginity kink.

Ivar made his way into Eadwulf’s room and crawled into bed beside her, brushing her hair to the side. The soft touch of his hand on her skin caused her eyes to flutter open and look at him expectantly.

“Ivar? Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Do I scare you Princess?”

“No,” she answered after a moment of silence. “Not anymore.”

“But I did?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t I scare you now?”

“I don’t know.”

They are both silent for a moment just staring into each other’s eyes.

Suddenly Ivar said. “I could take you, you know and no one would stop me.”

“I know. But you won’t.”

“Would you let me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We aren’t married, Ivar.”

“Who cares? Being married doesn’t matter. It’s just sex Princess.”

“It’s not just sex, it’s an intimate act that is only meant to take place between a husband and wife after marriage.”

Ivar’s eyes narrowed and he ran his hands down her side, before pulling her closer to him. “I want you. You want me. Is that not enough?”

“No.”

Ivar scowled before climbing on top of her, forcing her to lay down on her back so he could settle between her legs. His hands dug into her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his wondering mouth. His hips ground into her own, causing her to gasp in surprise and pleasure.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “That’s what you do to me. That hardness between my legs? That’s all you Christian. No one’s ever inspired me this way before. Let me have you. Let me make you sing. You believe your virginity is a gift. Give it to me and I will be forever grateful.”

Eadwulf shuddered as pleasure traced up her spine as Ivar continued to whisper words of praise into her ear on how much he would cherish her gift of her virginity to him.

“Christian. Sweet Christian. Give yourself to me. And I will give myself to you. I will treasure your virginity like no one else.” His hand pulled at the skirt of her dress until it was above her hips and he slipped his hand between her legs. “You’re wet for me.”

“Ivar,” Eadwulf breathed out as she felt Ivar’s hand slide between her folds and a shot of pleasure ran up her spine when he touched a certain part. “We shouldn’t.”

“We should,” Ivar whispered as two of his fingers slipped into her hole. “You’re so tight just imagine how good it would feel if my cock were inside you. My large cock thrusting at the same pace my fingers are. Bringing you to your first orgasm. Your virgnity broken and no longer an issue. I want you. I want your virgnity.”

Eadwulf cried out as she felt the knot of pleasure that had been building in her stomach explode and stars burst before her eyes as her body shook in the aftershocks.

“Think of that,” Ivar said as he pressed a deep kiss to her lips. “While you curl up with your God tonight.”

That said he crawled out of her bed and left the room.

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Pregnancy Kink (Stone By Stone)

Author’s Notes: Originally, this was going to be Size Kink with an Omegaverse twist but I am having a bit of an issue with that so here we go.

Eadwulf sighed as she slowly lowered herself onto the edge of the bed as she cupped her pregnant belly protectively. She sighed and carefully lay down on the bed on her side, rubbing her stomach as she felt the baby reflexively kick out against her hand. 

“That’s enough, baby,” she muttered sleepily. “Let me sleep.”

She yawned and closed her eyes, rubbing her belly as she hummed a soft lullaby under her breath. Eventually, she fell into a light sleep.

She was awakened a while later by the sound of the door opening. 

“How are you feeling?” Ivar asked as he stepped into the room.

“Better than I was earlier,” she said as she struggled to sit up.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said as he hurried to her side and urged her to lay back down before sitting next to her, rubbing her side. “How’s your back?”

“Pretty sore.”

“I will order a hot bath for you,” Ivar said before turning his attention to the door and shouting out orders. 

“Will you join me?” she asked as she interlocked their fingers together.

“Of course,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead. 

Before long, they were both resting in the large tub, with Ivar giving her a back rub while they discussed the day.

“So,” she said, as she let out a soft moan as he worked at the tight muscles. “What did I miss while I slept?”

“Not much,” he said. “There was a fight over a pig?”

“How did that go?”

“I offered just to have it killed and have the meat split between them.”

“How did that go over?”

“They accepted it after the shock wore off.”

“That’s good. Anything else?”

“More boring cases. A few mothers wanting blessings for their children.”

“That’s nice,” Eadwulf sighed. 

Ivar chuckled. “The massage or the blessings?”

Eadwulf moaned. “Both. Our child is moving.”

Ivar stopped his massage and moved his hands around her stomach, pressing his palms against her skin to feel the soft kicks. “He’s strong.”

“What makes you think it's a he?” Eadwulf asked, giving him a warm smile over her shoulder.

“Just a feeling,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

His hand slid lower on her body until it was between her legs. He ran his fingers over her slit, carding them through the hair she had there. She moaned and arched her back as he inserted his fingers, playing with the nub there. 

“You look so beautiful, all heavy with my child,” he whispered into her hair. “I can’t believe I am finally having a child with you. And I can’t wait to have another child with you.”

“Nor I,” Eadwulf sighed as he slipped his finger inside her. “That feels wonderful.”

Ivar sighed as he ran his other hand up to cup her breast massaging it until milk trickled from her nipple, flowing into the water.  He lifted her breast from the water, rubbing his thumb against her nipple, sweeping some of the milk onto his digit. He sucked on the milk that he had collected and moaned in pleasure at the taste of it. She shifted so she was facing him and settled between his legs, wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him. They both moaned against each other’s mouth as their tongues touched and one of Ivar’s hands slid down her front to cup her mound between her legs. One of his fingers slid between her folds and he rubbed against the small nub he found there. 

“Ivar,” she whispered, pulling away as he slipped one finger inside fo her again.

“My sweet, little Christian,” Ivar breathed as she wrapped her hand around his erection and started stroking it. “That’s it. That’s right. Show me how much you love me.”

Eadwulf shuddered as his fingers found her inner spot and she moaned, leaning against him. 

“The moment you have given birth and have healed I am going to get you pregnant again,” Ivar promised with a low moan. “You look so beautiful all round and pregnant with my child that it makes me hard. The very idea that you are going to give me an heir gets me going.”

Eadwulf moaned and tightened her grip on him as he continued to whisper about how beautiful she was pregnant with his child and how he couldn’t wait to get her pregnant again. She shuddered as she came on his hand with a cry and he followed shortly afterwards both spilling into the bath water. 

“Let’s take this to the bed,” Ivar ordered swatting her on the rare in the water.

“Alright,” she said before he called for some thralls to help them from the bath water. 

Once they were alone in the room Eadwulf lay on her side and Ivar rested beside her, resting her leg over his waist as he slid inside of her. They slowly thrust their bodies together, just enjoying each other’s silent company. His hand dug into her hair and tugged gently as he worked her, slowly to her orgasm, rubbing on the nub with vigor until she crested into the abyss of her orgasm. She cried out as sparks flew before her eyes and she shuddered against him in pure bliss.

“I love you,” she whispered, after she finally came down from her orgasm causing him to shudder and cum inside of her.

“I love you too,” he said, brushing her hair from her eyes before his hand slid down to her stomach. “Both of you.”  

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Updates

So, I am a little over halfway done with my first round of edits for Ramon and Isolda. Hopefully, I can finish this round of edits by the end of next week. Then I am going to move on to the next round. Goodie!

Hopefully, I will have it ready for Beta readers by September and an official publishing release next year. I am still working on Chrysalis and Whips my BDSM, slow burn romance. Another story idea I have is called Lemon Seas and is a Little Mermaid retelling featuring Mersharks and Merorcas instead of the traditional mermaids/mermen.

I still have ideas for Ivar/Eadwulf, which I hope to start working on again as soon as things settle down in regards to Ramon and Isolda.

Ivar/Eadwulf stories being worked on Stone by Stone - Ivar and Eadwulf are in an arranged marriage but perfection is a good deal off and they must build their love stone by stone. My Heart's Lighter Soul - Ivar and Eadwulf are soul mates. I really don't have much of an idea on where to go with it other than that. King Takes Queen - While the Great Heathen Army savages the land Ivar falls for the captive Princess Eadwulf, the younger sister of Biship Heahmund.

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Sex Herbs (Stone By Stone)

Ivar lay in bed chewing on some herbs his mother had given him. He was deep in thought how best to make things up to his pretty, little wife. His pretty Christian wife. He never would have considered the idea of falling for a Christian woman but here he was, practically head over heels in love with one. The gods must be laughing at him. He was so deep in thought he almost didn’t notice when the door opened and Eadwulf, the afore mentioned wife, stepped into the room. He watched in interest as she started to remove her jewerly before moving on to pulling the dress over her head. His eyes followed the reveal of skin with interest as he licked his lips, nearly forgetting about the herbs still in his mouth. 

“How was your day wife?” he asked as she reached for the underdress.

The sudden question surprised Eadwulf and she let out a soft shriek before turning around to face him. 

“Ivar!”

Ivar grinned and relaxed back against the bed.  Enjoying the view of his wide eyed wife as he swallowed down the herbs before sticking some more in his mouth and offering some up to her.

“What are they?”

Ivar shrugged. “Herbs from my mother. They are pretty good.”

Eadwulf frowned and reached for some gently putting them in her mouth. She knew that they weren’t poisonous Aslaug would never risk posioning her beloved son just to get to her. Slowly, Eadwulf chewed on the herbs as she took a sit at the edge of the bed. Ivar immediately moved closer to her and started kissing down her arm. 

“Ivar?”

“Hhhmmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” he said resting his chin on her shoulder as he ran his fingertips up and down her arm. 

“Why?”

“Should I not show affection to my wife?”

“It’s rather abrupt.”

Ivar considered her for a moment and had to admit to himself it was true. Ever since he had started eating the herbs he had been feeling strangely affectionate. He hummed thoughtfully as he wrapped an arm around Eadwulf’s waist and buried his face into her hair.

“You smell so good,” he breathed.

“Thank you,” she said turning to look at him again.

Before she could say anything else Ivar pressed a quick kiss to her lips only to pull away briefly before kissing her again. This time more deeply. 

“Ivar,” she whispered against his lips when he finally pulled away. 

Ivar hummed in question before kissing her again as he moved into a position that would allow him to press his hand between her legs. He’s not sure why but his blood feels hot in his veins and every touch of her skin against his burns like a brand. The more time he spends pressed agaisnt her the more he yearns for her beneath him. He wants nothing more then to pull her onto his lap and into him. She’s beautiful, she’s always been beautiful and lately he’s been kicking himself for not accepting it. 

He breaks away from she gently pushes him away from her to allow them both the opportunity to breathe. 

“Hot,” she whispers dreamily. “So hot.”

Ivar mutters an agreement and quickly pulls her with him as he lays down. His mouth trailed down her neck and between her breasts before continuing down her body to the patch of curls between her legs. He dove in, lapping at her as if he were a man dying of thirst. She moaned and arched her back at the first flick against her nub. Everything seemed more sensitive tonight. He grabbed hold of her hips and kept her still so he could work without her getting away. 

“Ivar,” she whispered as her blood continued to heat up and she bit down on her fist to keep her cries down. 

“Hhmmm?” Ivar asked as he looked up at her before going back to flicking his tongue back and forth inside her. 

“Please, please.”

“Please what?” he asked, inserting two of his fingers inside her and searching out the spot he knew would have her orgasming for him.

“Please I want you.”

“All in due time my pretty Christian.”

Eadwulf whimpered as Ivar continued to play with her, stopping before she could come only to start back up again awhile later. When he finally did allow her to cum her walls fluttered against his fingers and she shrieked in pleasure as she gushed down his hand. 

“That’s it,” Ivar cooed continuing to stroke her inner walls with his hand. “Let me milk you of all you’ve got.”

When her body finally settled down and she was resting against the bed he crawled up her body. He kissed her deeply before inserting his fingers into her mouth and encouraging her to suck on them. Before pulling them out and kissing her again. 

“Turn over,” he ordered.

Eadwulf nodded her head and slowly turned over, careful not to knock against his fragile legs before settling down again. Ivar sighed in pleasure and rested against her body again, pressing kisses against shoulder before slowly inserting himself inside her tight, wet heat. They both moaned at the feeling of him filling her. He trailed kisses up and down her neck as he started up a slow pace. 

Eadwulf gasped with each thrust and gripped the sheets beneath her as one of his hands slipped beneath her and started to playing with the little nub. She cried out as the sensation increated and buried her face in the pillows to muffle the sounds.

“Don’t do that pet,” Ivar encouraged. “Let them hear you. Let them hear how good your prince is making you feel.”

Eadwulf moaned and lifted her head crying out as Ivar picked up the speed of his thrusts. 

“That’s it,” Ivar moaned. “Let them hear you!”

“Ivar.”

“Eadwulf.”

Ivar shuddered as he felt her spasm against him before she gushed against him with him following shortly afterwards. The fluttering of her walls against him encouraging him to release all he could inside her. Once they had settled down and caught their breath, Ivar pressed a kiss to her shoulder before catching her lips in his own with a happy hum. 

“That was nice,” Eadwulf whispered, once Ivar let her roll onto her back again.

Ivar nodded in agreement and pulled her against him, draping one leg over his lap, swatting her rare as his blood began to heat with desire again. “Let me know when you are ready for another round.”

Eadwulf giggled as she reached out and started stroking his erection. “Already so eager.”

Ivar groaned and nodded as he watched her stroke him. “For you always.”

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Voyerurism (King Takes Queen)

Author’s Notes: You can thank SaintLere from Archive of Our Own for this one because she was the one who suggested I do cuckoldry or exhibitionism instead of a threesome. I wound up going with Voyerurism. I kept going back and forth on whether or not to have it be Alfred or some random minor noble/knight who was writing Eadwulf poetry. So I went with one and figured I could do the other one for a later prompt.

Eadwulf was getting ready to break fast with her husband and his brothers when a messenger approached her, handing her a folded piece of parchment. 

“What’s that?” Ivar asked, looking over her shoulder at the writing.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” Eadwulf answered as she turned around and gave him a quick kiss before tossing the letter to the side. “It’s simply a poem, nothing more.”

“What sort of poem?”

“If you must know,” Eadwulf said slowly, trying to think of the best way to explain it to her volatile husband. “It’s about my hair.”

“Why is someone writing you a poem about your hair?”

Eadwulf shrugged her shoulders before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Sometimes men will write poems of praise to women, married or not. They know nothing can happen between them, so don’t worry about it.” 

“Who wrote it?”

She sighed. “A minor noble named Æthelnoð.”

“I want to meet him,” Ivar said as he slipped from her arms.

“Ivar no,” Eadwulf said. “He’s no threat to you.”

“Then you shouldn’t mind me talking to him.”

“Ivar.”

“I promise not to kill him,” the brunette said with a smile. “Just talk.”

“There is no just talking when it comes to you most of the time.”

“Trust me. I’m just going to talk to him.”

“Uh huh,” Eadwulf said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I promise,” Ivar said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Now, let’s go eat.”

Eadwulf sighed before following her husband out of the room.

.”Ivar,” Ubbe said as he approached his younger brother, an arm looped around the shoulders of another young man who looked uncomfortable. “This is Lord Æthelnoð.”

“Greetings, Lord Æthelnoð,” Ivar said, a smile spread across his face. “What can I do for you?”

“Nothing, Prince Ivar,” the young man said. “I’m sure you have enough to deal with than me.”

“Oh, come now,” Ubbe said. “You were just saying how beautiful our lovely little Princess Eadwulf is.”

Ivar’s smile turned vicious as he took Ubbe’s place at the other man’s side. “Oh really? Come, Æthelnoð tell me more about your thoughts on my wife. Get this man a drink!”

Later that night Eadwulf and Ivar were in their room getting ready for bed when he started to press kisses along her neck. 

“Ivar,” Eadwulf breathed as she tilted her head, allowing her husband more access to her skin. “What did you talk to Æthelnoð about this evening?”

“Nothing. He wants to sleep with you, you know.”

“And you know this how?”

Ivar chuckled. “He admitted it while drunk. Do you want to sleep with him?”

“No, of course not.”

“Good. Because I want him to know that you belong to me and no one else.”

“Ivar? What did you do?”

“I may have offered him the chance to sleep with you if you wanted to, but I am planning on making him watch as I take you.”

“Ivar-.”

“What?”

“That’s cruel.”

“So? Don’t you enjoy it when I take you?” he asked against the flesh of her neck.

“Yes.”

“Didn’t you enjoy being taken in front of Alfred?” Ivar asked, his tone devilish as he stared into her eyes. “Based on how your body responded to mine that night, I’d say you did. You certainly orgasmed like you did.”

Eadwulf flushed. “Ivar!”

The Viking just laughed as he went back to trailing kisses down her neck with one hand holding her against him while the other groped at one of her breasts. “I want this so badly.”

“No more poems from him, just the knowledge and humiliation of knowing you are mine.”

“I am yours,” agreed Eadwulf. “But there is no need to do this.”

“There is always a need,” Ivar said. “Do this for me?”

The fact that it’s asked as more of a question than a command sways Eadwulf to almost say yes. 

“Why is this so important to you?” She asked. 

Ivar is silent as he looks away, collapsing into a chair with a near pout on his lips. 

“Tell me,” Eadwulf coaxed, sitting between his legs and stroking his thighs. “And I might consider it.”

“I don’t like the idea of someone else being with you.”

“Well, I don’t like it either, Ivar. But there’s more, isn't there?”

Ivar looked away before muttering, “he doesn’t think I can please you.”

“Aahhh,” Eadwulf said softly before resting her head on his thigh. “I see.”

“Very well,” she said, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You can arrange it and we can show him just how much you are capable of pleasing me. With and without your cock.”

“Good,” Ivar said as he stood up and began pulling off her dress, leaving her in her underdress before kissing her fiercely. “Because he will be here shortly. Now get on the bed.”

Eadwulf nodded before climbing onto the bed, reaching for the bottom hem of the white shift intending to remove it.

“No,” Ivar said. “I don’t want him to see your naked form. Just your bliss.”

“Very well. Now come, join me, my beloved Viking.”

By the time Ubbe arrived with Æthelnoð, Eadwulf and Ivar were both in bed, kissing each other deeply under the covers. The young noble moved forward, reaching for his shirt only to be yanked back and secured to a nearby chair. 

“Be a good boy and stay here,” Ubbe said as he tied up the man. 

Then without even looking at the couple and their moaning forms, Ubbe left the room, closing the door firmly behind him. 

Æthelnoð stared at the couple in the bed. Eadwulf’s flaming red hair stood out in the candlelight as her husband sucked at her breasts through the white nightdress. The noble could just make out the outline of her form thorough the damp cloth. Her pink nipple stood out and his tongue snaked out wanting to lick it like her husband was doing now. Æthelnoð could just make out the bottom edges of her night dress beneath the covers of the bedding. He watched as the dark-haired Viking moved his lips up to her neck. The soft sound of Eadwulf moaning could be heard as the Viking’s hips started to move. The Viking prince pressed a rough kiss to the princess’s mouth, capturing a deep moan.

“Oh Ivar,” the princess moaned as the man pulled away and buried his face into her neck.

Æthelnoð swallowed against a dry throat as he felt his blood heat up. He was trying to look anywhere but at the couple in the bed as they made passionate love but everytime she gave a particular deep moan his eyes would snap back to them. Finally the man’s hips bestarted thrusting erratically signaling that he was close. The princess’s moans started coming closer and closer together as she dug her nails into the back of the Viking. There was a movement beneath the sheets as the Viking moved what appeared to be her leg, pressing the knee agaisnt her chest. 

“Do you love me?” he breathed.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me?”

“Always.”

“Then cum for me.”

Almost as if the heathen’s words had triggered something the princess’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she trembled as her orgasm appeared to rush through her. Not long after the Viking followed after shuddering against her. When he finished he captured her lips in his own and kissed her deeply. He pulled away and pushed red tenderails of hair from her face before turning his attention to look at Æthelnoð a smirk on his face.

“Take him away,” the Viking shouted.

The door to the bedroom stormed open and the Viking’s older brother entered the room with a couple other men before working to untie Æthelnoð from the chair, dragging the younger man from the room. 

“Take this has a warning,” the Viking’s brother said almost companionably to Æthelnoð. “Next time you write a poem to my sister Ivar won’t be so nice. Now go home and try to stick your maggot in someone else’s face.”

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Bondage (King Takes Queen)

Author’s Notes: So, this drabble will take place in the King Takes Queen universe, which is the story I am writing that will hopefully follow the Viking timeline save for a divergrance near the end. Because family love for the win! I might not be able to update every day because I am writing this, three Viking fanfics, and working on at least two or three original stories. Plus crocheting an afghan for a friend’s little girl. Sooo yeah. Also this is the list I am using to write them. Mish The Cat — KINKTOBER 2022 (tumblr.com)

Eadwulf sighed as she leaned against the wall in her room, the links on the chain of her manacles clinking together; they were a compromise Ivar and his brothers had come to in regard to letting her out of the cell. She hadn’t heard anything in the halls for what seemed like hours now and it was hard to have a conversation with the shield maidens assigned to her door because she only understood a few words in their language. She collapsed on her bed and closed her eyes, hoping to find some sleep to pass the time and though her bed was more comfortable than the cell she had been in before, the bindings around her wrists still made it difficult at times to find an agreeable position to slumber. 

Just as she was nodding off, the blast of a horn filled the air, jerking her awake as the gates of the castle opened and the excited chatter filtered up to her. She scrambled from the bed and hurried to the window, opening it as she watched the returning Viking forces parade in with the sons of Ragnar Lothbrok and her own brother Heahmund at the front. Apparently, they were victorious in their latest battle against her fellow Saxons. 

Her eyes followed the chariot that carried Ivar as they entered the courtyard. Once they had all gathered inside Bjorn gave a speech that was greeted by loud cheers. She huffed slightly and moved away from the window, returning to her bed and falling into a light sleep. 

The feeling of someone on top of her, jerked Eadwulf awake in a panic. She jerked up only to be pinned back to the bed with her arms pinned above her head. The smell of blood, sweat, and leather filled her nose. 

“Princess,” whispered Ivar against her mouth. 

“Ivar,” she replied when he pulled away. 

This close she could see the blood that coated his face, making his blue eyes stand out even more. 

“We were victorious.”

“I can tell,” she said before he sealed his lips over hers, filling her mouth with the slight taste of blood.  

She shifted beneath him slightly, rubbing against him and causing a low groan to escape his lips. He tugged her hands higher above her head with one hand while the other held him above her. 

“Keep your hands here,” he ordered. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ivar.”

“My Prince,” he corrected. 

“Yes, My Prince,” she amended after licking her lips. 

“Good girl,” he whispered before releasing his grip on the chains. 

Ivar captured her lips once again, grinding his hips against hers, drawing groans from both of them. 

“Ivar, she breathed. “We shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“We aren’t-.”

“I thought you said your God was love,” he grumbled.

“He is,” she said. “But this is a sin.”

Ivar ground his hips against her own. “How could your God be the God of love if he doesn’t allow sex?”

“Sex is allowed but only under the confines of marriage and I am already betrothed.”

Ivar pulled back to look at her his eyes narrowed in consideration. 

“So I have to marry you to enjoy you?”

“Yes, but I am already betrothed,” she stated. 

“Well,” he said, climbing off of her. “I guess I will have to take care of that. Won’t I?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she protested in a slight panic as she struggled to sit up. 

“Then what did you mean?” He asked, turning back to her and tugging on the chain of her manacles pulling her towards him draping her arms over his head. 

“Killing him won’t guarantee anything. My father-.”

“Can’t stop me from marrying you. You want to be with me don’t you?”

The question is asked with such a broken voice that Eadwulf felt her own heart break. 

“Of course, Ivar. Only you.”

“Then I will win you from your betrothed and force your father’s hand.”

That said he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth, ducked under her arms, and left her room. 

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Author’s Notes: Tomorrow is Size Kink an A/B/O universe story. I hope. Wish me luck.

Eadwulf was in the small chapel of the castle praying when Ivar found her. He took the seat next to her and muttered something under his breath. 

“Can I help you, Prince Ivar?” she asked after she finished the prayer.

“Why do you always come here on Sunday?”

“Sunday is the Sabbath. It’s when we have mass. Do you not have special days of the week devoted to your Gods?”

“Well, yes.”

“There you go. Is that all you needed my Prince?”

Ivar sat up straighter and smiled, devilishly at her. “Your Prince, am I?”

Eadwulf flushed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Oh no,” he purred into her ear as he draped an arm over the back of the pew. “I’m sure you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” she protested.

He chuckled softly. “Of course not.”

“Are you going to tell me what I can do for you or not?” 

Ivar turned to face her cheerfully before he took up his normal position with his head in her lap. Eadwulf sighed and placed one hand on his chest while the other one stroked his face since his hair was up in tight braids instead of being allowed down around his face. 

“I just missed you,” he said with his eyes closed as he propped his feet up on the pew. 

“We saw each other a few hours ago,” she pointed out. “Would you please get your feet off the pew?”

Ivar appeared to consider it before shaking his head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Eadwulf sighed and stopped touching him, much to his annoyance. “Fine,” he said, moving his feet from the pew. “This is uncomfortable.”

“I doubt it is more uncomfortable than laying on a wooden pew.”

“But your lap more than makes up for it,” Ivar said as he tugged gently on a lock of hair. “Do you miss your so-called Beloved?”

Eadwulf bites down on her lower lip. “I miss my freedom and he is my friend.”

“Do you wish to return to him?”

Eadwulf looks away. “Even if you did release me, I would be unworthy of marriage to him now.”

“Why is that?” Ivar asked.

Eadwulf scoffed, still not looking at him. “Because of the stunt, you pulled, they would not believe I still held my maiden’s head.”

“Maiden’s head?”

“My virginity,” Eadwulf said with a blush.

Ivar sat up and turned her face to look at him. “Why do you care so much what that weak fool thinks?”

“He isn’t a weak fool,” Eadwulf protested. 

“If he doesn’t want you because I kissed you, then he is a fool and one I would gladly take advantage of to keep you as my own. You want that, don’t you?”

Eadwulf said nothing as they stared into each other’s eyes. She licked her lips before responding. “Yes.”

Ivar kissed her gently at first, before he deepened the kiss, his tongue probing at her lips, demanding entrance. He reached up and cupped her breast, causing her to gasp so he could slip his tongue into her mouth. He used his strength to urge her to lay beneath him on the pew. The hand not on her breast moved between her legs, cupping her core before sliding farther down her legs to grab at the skirt and pull it up, revealing her calf and thigh to the cool, chapel air. 

“Ivar,” she whispered when he grabbed hold and lifted it, so it draped across his hip, grabbing hold of her thigh.

Ivar grunted a question as he moved his kisses along her cheek before taking them down her chin to her neck. 

“We shouldn’t,” she breathed. “It’s wrong. This is the church.”

“No one can see,” Ivar said against her skin. “Don’t worry.”

“But God!”

“Your God shouldn’t have made you so beautiful if he didn’t want me to desire you so much.”

The hand on her thigh slipped between her legs and he cupped her core, sliding a hand between her folds, stroking the nub he found. Her reaction from her was immediate as she gasped and grabbed at his hand between her legs. He kissed her again and continued stroking her as she scrambled to escape his searching hands. The feeling of pleasure and shame filled her in equal parts.

“How do you feel?” he asked into her ear, nipping at the corner of it. “Do you enjoy it when I touch you here?”

“Yes,” Eadwulf whispered, blushing as she looked away.

“What was that, my pretty, little Christian?” he asked teasingly as his fingers disappeared into the slightly wet hole and drew out a low moan from her at the contact. 

“Yes, I enjoy it.”

“Good girl.”

Ivar pushed his finger up higher, his finger searching for the bundle Ubbe had told him about.

“What are you-? Ahh!” Eadwulf gasped when he brushed against something inside of her that had her seeing stars. 

“There it is,” Ivar purred with a grin. “I knew that would get your attention.”

Eadwulf lay shuddering beneath him as he continued to stroke it, watching her face in fascination. 

Yes, Ubbe was right. That little spot was definitely worth finding. He hummed happily to himself as he grinned down at her. 

“Describe how it feels,” he ordered. 

“It feels wonderful,” she panted. “I have never felt like this before. It feels like I am floating.”

“Good.”

Ivar continued to stroke her until he felt her walls flutter desperately against him and her voice pick up in pitch. Her fingers tightened around his wrist and he hissed, yanking her hand away as he pinned it above her head on the wooden pew. He pulled his hand away and started to grind his hips against hers while shoving his fingers into her mouth, urging her to suck on them. The feeling of her tongue swirling around his digits and the feel of her slurping at them nearly caused him to cum. He shuddered when she cried out against his fingers and collapsed in exhaustion against the pew. He continued to grind against her until he came inside his pants with a low moan. 

He kissed her again, a satisfied smile on his face. “My sweet desecrated Christian. Now you are mine in your God’s eyes.” 

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#Kinktober 2022 #Ivar #Ivar the Boneless #Vikings #Vikings Tv Show #Vikings Tv Series #Ivar/Eadwulf #Ivar the Boneless/Eadwulf #King Takes Queen #Desecration #Desecration in a Church #Naughty Ivar

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Peeping Tom (My Heart’s Lighter Soul)

Author’s Notes: I kinda wish I had had Margrethe show up for the previous chapter where she instructed Eadwulf and Ivar on how to pleasure each other. Oh well, maybe I can do that in the main My Heart’s Lighter Soul or something.

Ever since Sigurd had seen Ivar and his precious soul mate having sex he couldn’t get the image out of his mind. He had watched them for awhile before hurrying off to find his partner. He had always assumed that because his brother’s legs didn’t work his prick wouldn’t work either. Needless to say he had been proven wrong. But the problem was ever since that day Ivar and Eadwulf had been even more inseparable when they were in camp then they had been. Ivar was constantly touching her, even if it was something as simple as lacing their fingers together whenever they ate. 

Bjorn and Ubbe had both had a talk with Ivar about needing to be more independent of her but he had waved them off. So long as he did what was needed there was no need to worry about his relationship with the princess. 

Sigurd scowled at the memory of how they had handled Ivar and his relationship with the princess. They still handled him with kid gloves and spoiled him. The sound of moaning caught his attention and he rolled his eyes before approaching Ivar’s tent. He peeked inside and his breath caught in his throat when he saw Eadwulf, naked and on her knees between his brother’s legs. Margrethe was there and was cooing at them, has she held the redhead’s hair out of the way. Whatever the blonde woman had said got a nod from Eadwulf as she slowly lowered her head. Sigurd didn’t have to guess to know what they were doing, but he was surprised that the blonde was there. 

Ivar’s moan cut off Sigurd’s thoughts and he watched intently as the princess slowly, bobbed her head. Ivar’s fingers joining Margrethe’s hands in the redhead’s hair as he moaned. The blonde woman removed her hand and puttered around, blocking Sigurd’s view for awhile as she fixed Eadwulf’s hair before joining Ivar on the bed, whispering into his ear.

“That’s it, princess.” Ivar said. “That’s it. You’re so good for me.”

Margrethe smiled and whispered something else into his ear. 

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Do you want to swallow up my seed before I fill your belly with my child?”

Sigurd watched as Eadwulf gave a slow nod of her head before picking up where she left off. 

“I want to hear you say it,” Ivar gasped. “I want to hear your words Pretty.”

Eadwulf pulled away from what she was doing with his cock. “I want you to fill my mouth and womb with your seed.”

The words sounded unsure on her lips as if she weren’t used to using such language and Sigurd had to admit she probably wasn’t.

“Good girl,” Ivar said, smiling down at her as he pushed her head down so she would continue what she had been doing. 

Sigurd felt his groin tighten has his brother continued to moan about what a good girl Eadwulf said and how her mouth sent him to Valhalla. Suddenly the younger Lothbrok let out a loud moan holding Eadwulf in place before releasing his hold on the redhead. Margrethe shifted off the bed and helped Eadwulf to her feet. 

“Lay down Ivar,” Margrethe cooed as she focused her attention on Eadwulf, whispering in her ear.

Whatever the older woman had said had Eadwulf nodding before joining Ivar on the bed. Sigurd’s breath caught in his throat as he saw her naked from the side. She was beautiful, which he already knew, and was even more so with the firelight dancing across her skin. He watched as she slowly straddled his brother’s lap and slid Ivar’s cock inside of her. Both moaning at the contact.

Sigurd watched as Ivar’s hands trailed up her body and grasped her breasts, running his hands over her nipples, before the current of red hair blocked his view. He watched as Ivar’s hands pulled her down and pressed a deep kiss against her mouth. His hands trailed back down her body and he cupped her pert ass as he guided her movements. Eadwulf gripped the top of the cot and rocked her body back and forth moaning out Ivar’s name. 

“What are you doing Sigurd?” asked Ubbe’s voice before a hand clapped him on the shoulder. 

“Nothing!” 

Ubbe raised an unimpressed eyebrow before peeking into the slot Sigurd had abandoned and let out an impressed hum of approval. 

“Well,” the older Lothbrok said leading his younger brother away. “Let’s leave them too it.”

“You don’t care that Margrethe is in there with them?”

“No, in fact I am the one who suggested it.”

Sigurd was about to say something else when Margrethe exited the tent and dragged his brother away to their own tent.

He scowled at them and turned his attention back to Ivar’s tent thinking about watching some more but he caught sight of his own soul mate and went off to drag them away as well. Ivar shouldn’t be the only one having fun after all.

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#Ivar #Ivar the boneless #Vikings #Vikings tv show #Vikings tv series #Kinktober 2022 #Peeping Tom #Sigurd #Margrethe #Ubbe #Ivar/Eadwulf #Ivar the boneless/Eadwulf #Ubbe/Margrethe #Sigurd/OC

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Master/Servant

Author’s Notes: So, according to the kinktober list I am mainly going by tomorrow is breath play but that is a bit too close to choking in my opinion so I think I am going to do corruption. 

Eadwulf was tossing some logs into the fireplace when Ivar ambled into the room. He collapsed onto a nearby chair with a grunt of effort.

“Everything alright?” she asked as she wiped her hands on the over dress.

“Just take off my braces,” Ivar demanded.

Eadwulf frowned grabbing the supplies she would need before moving to kneel in front of him. Carefully, she removed the braces from his legs from there she gently pushed the pants up. Slowly, she took the cloth from a bowl of warm water and carefully started to clean his legs. She hummed softly as she then diligently massaged some oils that would help with the pain into the skin before wrapping them mindfully in bandages. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you my Prince,” she asked as she gathered her materials up before standing.

Ivar was silent for a moment as he stared up at Eadwulf his blue eyes calculating as he considered her. “Take off your clothes.”

“My Prince?” 

“Take off your clothes, Christian.”

Carefully Eadwulf stepped out of her shoes as she undid the belt that was wrapped around her waist and let it fall to the ground before moving on to the over dress. She paused briefly in the act of pulling up her dress when Ivar cleared his throat expectantly. 

“I’m waiting.”

Slowly, Eadwulf pulled the dress over her head and leaned over to remove her stockings. 

“Now the other one,” he ordered.

Eadwulf sighed before stealing herself as she leaned down and pulled the underdress over her head standing their nude. She blushed as Ivar’s eyes flickered over her form, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Get on the bed and get under the covers,” he ordered.

Nodding she carefully climbed onto the bed squeaking when he slapped her on the rare as she did so. Looking at him she slipped beneath the furs and waited for his next movements. She watched as he removed his over coat and shirt before joining her in the bed. He climbed on top of her, settling between her legs as he ran his hands through her hair. 

“Kiss me,” Ivar ordered.

Eadwulf leaned upward and pressed a chaste kiss against his cheek. 

He scowled. “I didn’t mean that sort of kiss. Do I scare you, Christian?”

“No, my Prince.”

“Then kiss me, like you mean it.”

Eadwulf flushed but cupped his face as she pressed a tentative kiss against his lips. He deepened the kiss pressing her head into the pillows. His tongue licked her lips and slipped inside when she gasped in shock. He entangled his tongue with hers, pulling back when it became hard to breathe. 

“There we go much better,” he purred, staring down at her and licking his lips as he stared into her eyes. “Now, undo my belt and push my pants down.”

“Yes, my Prince.” she whispered as she trailed her hands down his chest to his stomach before she proceeded to what she had been ordered to do. 

“That’s enough,” he said, once she got the pants about half way down his thighs. “Touch yourself. I want to hear you when you pleasure yourself.”

“Where?”

“Between your legs. There is a nub there circle it with your finger.”

“My Prince-.”

“Do it!”

She shuddered. “Yes, my Prince.”

Eadwulf slowly moved one of her hands down her body and biting down on her lower lip slipped her hand between her legs.

“Did you find it?” he asked with hudded eyes.

Eadwulf licked her lips but nodded. “Yes my Prince. I found it.”

“Good. Now play with it and don’t be shy.”

Eadwulf nodded again and slowly began to circle the small bump she found with her fingers. Pretty soon small tenderials of pleasure began to trail up her spine and she found herself gasping at the feel of it.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, yes, my Prince.”

“Do it faster.”

“Yes my Prince.”

The movements picked up speed and her breathing became erratic as Ivar suddenly pressed a finger inside her causing her to cry out in surprise at the intrusion. He grinned and started thrusting his fingers in and out of her opening until he heard the tell tale sound of her pleasure. 

“Now, touch me,” Ivar ordered.

Eadwulf nodded as she removed her hands and started stroking his chest and back with the tips of her fingers. 

“Not what I meant,” Ivar snarled.

“Then where?”

With an impatient grunt Ivar removed his hand from where it was between her legs and snatched up her hand shoving it against his erection. “Stroke it. Carefully.”

“Yes my Prince.”

Slowly, Eadwulf began to stroke the hard length she found between her hands looking for a rhythm that would please him. Finally, she seemed to stumble across one that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he went back to playing between her legs. His hips moved rapidly against her hand chasing a release before coming in her hand. 

He hoovered over her for half a moment before staring at her a smirk forming on his face. “Lick it Christian.”

“I-.”

Ivar’s eyes narrowed and Eadwulf yanked her hand into her mouth licking at the sticky substance she found there. 

“Good Christian,” Ivar said. “I wonder if I should reward you for being such a good girl. What do you think?”

“Whatever would make you happy my Prince.”

Ivar chuckled before thrusting abruptly inside her causing her to cry our in both surprise and pain as he started up a violent rhythm. Eadwulf wrapped her arms around him as he thrust in and out of her without mercy ignoring her cries until he could no longer handle it, kissing her fiercely. Finally, he came once more and his thrusts became slower as his kisses became gentler. When he felt her shudder against him he drew away, kissing away her tears.

“Are you alright?” he asked as they lay there in a tangle of limbs of furs.

“Yes,” she breathed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Are you sure?”

She smiled. “I’m fine.”

“What about you? How is your pain?”

“Manageable.”

“Should I rub some of the special salve on you?”

“No, it’s fine.”

Ivar pressed another kiss against her lips before slipping inside her again. Her eyes fluttered slightly as he started a slower rhythm. 

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she breathed.

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Corruption (King Takes Queen)

Author’s Note: Takes place after the first prompt I wrote. So tomorrow, the 21, I have an MRI and those tend to make me feel off so I don’t know if I will be writing a kinktober prompt. Anyways, here is Corruption.

“You’re so wet,” Ivar purred into Eadwulf’s ear as they stood in front of the large mirror in her room, his hand pressed against the fabric of her dress between her legs. “Do I really turn you on that much? Dirty little Christian.”

“Ivar,” Eadwulf said a flush forming on her cheeks. 

“What?” Ivar asked as he rubbed her through the fabric the slightly damp spot spreading just a little at the contact. 

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, turning to look at him. 

“We won’t do anything wrong,” he promised as he nipped her ear pulling the skirt higher up her legs. “I just want to pleasure this pretty cunt of yours.”

Eadwulf’s flush deepened and she shuddered when the hand between her legs grabbed her inner thigh, encouraging her to spread her legs even more. His hand moved higher up her leg and she shuddered at the warmth of his skin. His thumb swept against the skin of her inner thigh as he nibbled on her throat. 

“Let me see that pretty cunt of yours my pretty Christian.”

Ivar lifted the dress even higher and stared at her intently through the reflection in the mirror’s surface. The hand that had been holding her against him moved down her stomach to separate her folds. 

“Such a pretty little cunt you have, my dirty, little Christian.”

His hand slid between her folds and he rubbed the small nub he found there. Eadwulf’s hand latched onto his own and she moaned while shuddering against his solid form. Ivar smirked against her shoulder as he inserted his finger inside of her sliding it in and out slowly.

“How does that feel little Christian? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” Eadwulf gasped.

“Good,” Ivar said before dropping the skirt and pulling her against him so she could feel his hardness against her dampness “Do you want me to make you feel even better?”

Eadwulf opened and closed her mouth a few times, before biting her lip.

“I doubt your God will care what we do so long as I don’t insert my cock inside your warmth. Let me pleasure you.”

“Ivar, I-.”

He hushed her as he pressed her against the vanity table and urged her to sit down on it before taking a sitting down on the seat. Once again he pushed her dress up around her hips and dove in between her legs.

“Ivar!” Eadwulf gasped, her hands immediately digging into his hair as his tongue lapped at her folds.

Ivar’s response was to moan at the taste of her as he continued to lick and suck at her flowing juices. “You taste like the nectar of the Gods.”

Eadwulf gasped for breath as he dove back in flicking his tongue against her while he slide his finger inside of her and searched out the little spot inside her that Ubbe had told him about. He knew she found it because she cried out in pleasure and started undulating her hips to the thrusting of his finger as he added a second one. He pulled his face away licking at the juices that were smeared across his chin as he smirked at her. She transferred her fingers to the table’s edge and gripped it when he moved beyond her reach.

“Do you like that?” he asked as he added a third finger inside of her, pausing when she said nothing causing her to whimper. “Well, princess? Are you going to answer me?” 

“Ivar,” she whimpered undulating her hips only for him to pull his fingers almost completely out. 

“Answer me,” he ordered. “And I will go back to pleasing you. Do you like that?”

Eadwulf nodded.

“I need words, Princess.”

“Yes,” she whispered trying to hide her face from him. “I like it.”

“I need you to speak up.”

“I said. I like it.” she said a bit louder. 

Ivar smirked before he started thrusting his fingers in and out again. “Good enough.”

Eadwulf panted as she tightened her grip on the edge of the table. Her back arched away from the mirror as she felt herself twitch and she cried out. When she finally calmed down she collapsed against the mirror and watched with an open mouth as he slide his fingers into her mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Still dizzy from the reaction he had dragged out of her she did as he said. He stood up and stepped between her legs, rubbing his crotch against her. The friction between them had her gasping as he wrapped her legs around his waist. 

“That’s it,” he said reaching up to grip the edge of the mirror with one hand and grope at her breast with the other. “That’s it little Princess. Take what I give you like a good girl.”

“Ivar,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face there. 

“I’m gonna take such good care of you, my pretty little Christian. Even if your God abandons you I will be here to take care of your poor corrupted soul.”

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#Kinktober 2022 #Ivar #Ivar the Boneless #Ivar/Eadwulf #Ivar the Boneless/Eadwulf #Corruption #Vikings #Vikings Tv series #Vikings tv show #King Takes Queen

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Dirty Talk

Author’s Notes Takes place right after Eating out which takes place after Blow Jobs. I’m really bad at dirty talk.

Eadwulf situated herself so that she was face to face with her husband. His hand slipped in between her legs and he stroked her clit only for her to squirm away. 

“I’m so sensitive,” she whined. 

“My poor queen,” he whispered, pulling her leg across his lap so that she was straddling him. “Do you want to stop?”

Eadwulf bit down on her lower lip and shook her head. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Ivar grinned. “Good girl.”

He slipped inside her and they both groaned at the contact as Eadwulf slowly moved her hips up and down, clinging to her husband desperately. Her hips rolled like waves as they both moaned and Ivar’s hands latched onto her hips, encouraging her to move faster. 

“You like that?” he asked. “You like being my dirty, little Christian?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Say it.”

She moaned. “I love being your dirty, little Christian.”

“Good girl,” he said as he smacked her on the rare. “Tell me how my cock feels inside this pretty little hole of yours.”

“It feels so good,” she breathed. “You’re so big my King.”

“I know and you love it don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“You love it when I feel you and make you my whore.”

“Yes.”

The more dirty words he spewed from his mouth the faster her hips rocked against his as she chased the orgasm that was building inside her. 

“Touch yourself,” Ivar ordered.

Eadwulf moaned as she sat up a little and grabbed one of her breasts, massaging the fleshy mound. “Like this?”

Ivar moaned and thrust up sharply into her. “Yes. I love it when you do that.”

“Do you want to suck on it?” she asked breathlessly. 

“Yes, come here my naughty, little Christian.”

Eadwulf moaned and lowered herself down enough to offer her breast up to Ivar’s mouth. He sucked at it as if he were an infant starving for it’s mother’s milk. She cried out when he nipped gently at her nipple her movements halting in surprise. 

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered pulling away. “Like honey and I want to do nothing but indulge in your sweetness. I love how your tight, little hole grips me and holds me in place. Milking me for all I am worth.”

Eadwulf closed her eyes and whimpered at the words that drifted from his mouth, crying out in surprise when he smacked her on the rare. 

“Move woman.”

Eadwulf went back to rocking her hips back and forth as Ivar once against latched onto her breast and sucked harshly on it. She released her breast and slid her hand down her stomach to reach between them and rub at the sensitive nub. The touch immediately upped the pleasure she felt and she orgasmed hard around him. 

Ivar groaned as he felt Eadwulf’s walls flutter around him. “That’s it. That’s it my dirty, little Christian. Milk me for all I’m worth.”

Eadwulf gasped and let out a low, drawn out moan as she felt him release inside her. “Fill me. Please fill me with your seed my King.”

Ivar grabbed hold of her wasit and pulled her down so her chest was squashed against his. “I’m going to fill you up again and again until your so full of me you won’t be able to walk for days without my seed spilling from between your legs and telling the whole village what I did to you.”

Eadwulf moaned as Ivar started thrusting up into her again. 

“Remember my filthy, little Christian, you are mine.”

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#Kinktober 2022 #Ivar #IVar the Boneless #Dirty talk #Vikings #Vikings tv show #Vikings tv series #Ivar/Eadwulf #Ivar the boneless/Eadwulf

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Choking

Author’s Notes: Just a note I won’t do the threesome for the next prompt since I can’t really see Ivar sharing his partner. But I look forward to writing the next chapter thanks to a friend's suggestion(s). It’s gonna be fun. Anyway, I think Choking will be the shortest one I have written so far.

Ivar moaned into Eadwulf’s ear as he thrust inside her again. One of his hands cupped her breast, his thumb sweeping over her nipple in time to his thrusting. The other hand balanced him above her. 

“You feel so good, sweet Christian,” he breathed. “What did I do to deserve you in my bed.”

Eadwulf moaned breathlessly as he pinched her nipple lightly before giving her a particularly sharp thrust. 

“Do I feel good to you?” he asked into her ear.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“How good?”

“Very good,” she moaned. 

Ivar grinned and nipped at her ear before sliding the hand, cupping her breast up her throat. “Is this alright?”

“Yes,” she breathed, widening her legs a little and giving him better access to her dripping core.

Ivar groaned and tightened his grip slightly on her neck as he stopped his movements. “How about this? Does this both you?”

Eadwulf was silent for a moment before answering. “No. It’s fine.”

“Good,” Ivar said as he picked up his actions again, this time with more vigor.

Ivar groaned as his hand alternated between tightening and releasing his grip on her neck.

“How does it feel being at my mercy?”

“Wonderful,” Eadwuld breathed. 

Ivar grinned and continued his thrusting until he felt her inner walls flutter around him tellingly. “Are you going to cum all over me? Milk me for all I am worth?”

Eadwulf moaned in pleasure. “Yes.”

“Good,” he said before tightening his grip on her throat until she found it hard to breathe.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gasped for breath before her orgasm slammed into her and she came with a strangled cry. Ivar followed shortly after spilling his seed inside her. He released her neck as he shuddered with the after-effects of his own orgasm. He thrust lazily against her as he pressed kisses against her bare shoulder. 

“Thank you,” he breathed, placing a gentle slap against her rare. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I am fine,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him.    

“Good to hear,” he said, kissing her quickly before hovering above her so she could roll over onto her back. “Shall we go again?”

Eadwulf smiled at him and nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s.”  

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#Ivar #ivar the boneless #Ivar/Eadwulf #Vikings #vikings tv show #Vikings tv series #Kinktober 2022 #Choking

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“My sweet little Christian,” Ivar purred as he trailed the tip of the knife down the side of her face. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, my Prince.”

“Good girl.”

Ivar trailed the knife’s tip down her throat to the middle of her white underdress. He quickly cut a clean line in the flimsy fabric to her navel before separating the two sides to reveal her breasts. The tip of his tongue snaked out to lick at his lips before he traced one nipple gently with the tip of the blade, his blue eyes darting upwards to look into her eyes. He pressed a kiss against the nipple, his tongue darting out to lavish a lick upon her.

“How much do you trust me little Christian?”

“Entirely my Prince.”

“Good to hear. Now don’t move.”

That said he trailed the knife down her stomach to the naval drawing a thin line of blood and releasing a startled gasp of pain from her lips. He ducked his head down again and licked at the blood trickling out of the cut.

“Your blood tastes so sweet little Christian. Just like I knew it would.”

He pulled away again, balancing himself on one arm as he traced the knife along her body, tearing the underdress even more.

“Gods your beautiful,” he whispered kissing her gently.

Eadwulf returned the kiss drawing it out as she dug one hand into his hair. When he moved away she followed him, breathless and eager for his touch.

“I though I told you not to move,” he said has he tapped her nose with the blade. “Now removed the scrape of clothing.”

“Yes my Prince.”

He watched her as she shrugged out of the underdress before crawling up the bed until she could remove her legs, tossing the ruined garment to the side. She situated herself back on the bed, her legs wide in welcome to his body. He crawled back to his position and kissed her again, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

“Your sweet body and blood pouring in welcome to me is all I want in life right now.”

“Then you shall have it,” breathed Eadwulf.

“Oh my sweet, little Christian you have no idea what that means to me.”

“Yes, I do.”

He grinned and went back to trailing the tip of the blade along her body lazily.

“I love you,” he whispered trailing the blade down her stomach, drawing more blood for him to lick up.

“And I love you,” she returned.

Ivar hummed and captured her lips in his own. He pressed the tip of his knife against her nipple. He scratched her with the blade again.

“Let me know when you want me to stop,” he whispered against her skin. “For I am thirsty for you. So very thirsty.”

“I’m yours. So let me quench your thirst no matter how parched you are.”

Ivar chuckled and captured her lips again.

“Oh I shall,” Ivar said as he drew the knife carefully along her leg. “I will drink my fill and then some.”

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Temperature Play (Modern A/U)

Author’s Notes: So, I think it’s pretty clear that the list I was using to inspire me is more or less being used as an inspiration for my own list. Oh well.  Anyways, this is another prompt that takes place during a possible Modern A/U where everyone is in bands, with the Lothbrok boys being metal and Eadwulf being pop. Ivar and Eadwulf are already in a relationship.

Eadwulf stepped into Ivar’s flat and pressed a kiss against his cheek. 

“Hey, Honey,” she said as she dropped her trench coat over the arm of the couch. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he answered as he closed the door and joined her on the couch. “How did your day go?”

“It went well, I managed to write two new songs for my planned upcoming album.”

“Good girl,” Ivar said as he pulled her legs across his own so he could remove her knee-high boots. 

“How are your legs?”

“Good.” 

“I’m glad. How’s your mother?”

“She’s good. She wants to know if you are coming to family dinner Friday night.”

“Yes,” Eadwulf said.

“Are you going to bring Heahmund?”

“Not this time. He says he’s going to be busy all weekend.”

“That’s too bad,” Ivar said as he ran his hands up and down her legs. 

Eadwulf made a noise somewhere between agreement and pleasure. “Yes. When are our reservations?” 

“Not for a couple more hours.”

Eadwulf hummed in thought as she settled deeper into the couch. “Wanna play?”

Ivar turned to look at her, a sly grin spreading across his face. “With you? Always. What did you have in mind?”

“Ice?”

“Sounds good,” Ivar said, laying an affectionate smack on her thigh. “I’ll get the ice. Go get on the bed in nothing but your undergarments.”

“Yes, Sir.”

That said, they both got up from the couch and while Ivar headed toward the kitchen, Eadwulf headed for the bedroom, stripping out of her clothing on the way there.

When Ivar joined her, she was already on her stomach on the bed, her legs waving in the air. Ivar grinned and quickly joined her, placing the bowl of ice on the bedside table. He reached out and slapped her rare end, earning a groan of pleasure from the redhead; before he soothed the skin with the same hand. 

“Do you want me to turn over?” she asked dreamily as he trailed his fingertips up and down the line of her spine. 

“No, I like you just like this,” he said before giving her another whack.

Ivar reached for an ice cub and slowly ran it against the buttcheck he had hit, soothing the burn. He trailed the ice up her spine and over her shoulder, licking up the melting water as he went. 

“You good?” he asked as he started making spirals on her back with the ice.

Eadwulf sighed in pleasure and nodded, only to be smacked on the ass by Ivar.

“I need words Pretty.”

“Yes, I’m good.”

Another smack. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, my Prince, I’m good.”

“Good Pet.”

Ivar continued drawing swirls onto Eadwulf’s back before he moved on to writing words. “Can you tell what I am writing?”

Eadwulf hummed for a moment before concentrating on what he was writing on her back. “Move. In. With. Me? Move in with me? You want me to move in with you?”

“Yes, Pet.”

Eadwulf smiled at him over her shoulder. “I would love to move in with you.”

“Good,” Ivar said, giving her a quick kiss before pressing the ice cube to her lips and pushing it into her mouth. “We can start moving you in next week.”

Eadwulf hummed happily as she looked around. “Where are we going to put Mary’s cage?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Ivar promised. “Now, roll over.”

“Yes, my Prince.” Eadwulf rolled over and placed her hands on her stomach. 

“No, hands at your sides on the bed.”

“Yes my Prince.”

Ivar trailed the melting ice cube over her nipple, circling the nub before pulling it into his mouth, causing Eadwulf to moan softly. He nipped it and pulled away as he trailing the ice cube over to her other breast, repeating the cycle. He put the ice cube in his mouth and sucked on her breast getting a groan out of her at the mix of the cold ice and his warm breath. Slowly, he pulled away and trailed a new ice cube down the middle of her stomach, tracing the edge of her panty line. She held her breath as he trailed it down to her lace covered slit. 

“Ivar,” Eadwulf moaned as he pushed the cube into her slit rubbing it against her clit. 

He chuckled and trailed it back up before sliding it inside her panties, pressing the cold object against her opening before sliding it inside. “How does that feel my Pretty?”

“Wonderful,” she gasped.

“Good to hear,” Ivar said as he repeated the action with a new cube. 

Ivar grabbed another one and slid his hand inside her panties rubbing it against her clit, smirking down at her as she cried out and arched her back. 

“Ivar!” she cried out as the pleasure became too much and she orgasmed.

“Good girl,” he purred setting the ice cube aside before crawling on top of her and rubbing his crotch agaisnt her. “Now, shall we get to the main event?”

Eadwulf made a soft noise of pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. “Yes, please.”

Ivar grinned and with her help wiggled out of his pants, before sliding inside her causing them both to moan in pleasure. He started slowly before building up speed and power as he eagerly thrusted inside of her. Her nails dug into his back, leaving scratches in their wake. He balanced on one arm and reached for the bowl of ice, grabbing one and placing it where their bodies were joined. They both moaned at the contact and that was all Eadwulf needed to fall over the edge of pleasure, bringing Ivar with her not long after. 

They lay their panting, bodies still joined, in a tangle of limbs before Ivar climbed off of her and they both crawled beneath the heated blanket. Ivar pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back.

“You alright?” he asked giving her a quick kiss.

“Yeah, just cold,” she answered as she buried her face into his neck.

Ivar nodded and reached for the remote to turn the blanket on and set the heat level to medium. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I will move in with you.”

“Good. I can’t wait.”

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Overstimulation (Stone by Stone)

Author’s Notes: Takes place in the Alternate Universe where Ragnar arranges for Ivar and Eadwulf to be married in exchange for not raiding her father’s kingdom and land to farm. This occurs after Ivar and Eadwulf decide to start again after a very rocky start. Anyways, not really a fan of how this turned out. But my brain was scrambling for ideas on this one. Might revisit this in the main story and if so I hope I do a better job writing the scene. 

Ivar led Eadwulf to their room before attacking her mouth with his own as soon as the door closed. A soft moan escaped her as he pressed her against the door. Trailing kisses down her throat to the neckline of her dress. He started to tug slightly on the belt that encircled her waist before tossing it to the side. His hands started to tug the dress and underdress over her head until she was standing naked before him. Blue eyes flickered down her nude form, a grin forming on his face. 

“My beautiful wife,” he whispered, trailing his hands up her sides. 

Eadwulf flushed and trailed her hands up his arms before wrapping her arms around his neck. “My handsome husband.”

Ivar chuckled and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and steered her to the bed, slapping her on the rare as he did. Eadwulf giggled as she climbed onto the bed while Ivar stripped himself of his upper clothing before joining her on the bed. 

“On your back,” he ordered, slapping her on the butt again. 

“Yes, husband.”

Eadwulf settled on her back and spread her legs in welcome. Ivar grinned and lay between her legs, kissing and biting her neck. 

“Oh, I have been a bad husband,” he breathed against the skin of her stomach. “A very bad husband for ignoring you, my beautiful Christian.”

“Well, you aren’t now,” whispered Eadwulf. 

“No, I’m not now. Now I want to worship you. Adore you. Make you feel the pleasure that I have never given you before.”

“Ivar,” she said, pulling him up to look into her eyes. 

“Let me do this.”

“Yes,” she breathed, kissing him deeply. 

Ivar moaned into her mouth and balanced on one hand as the other trailed down her body, burying itself between her legs. His thumb fumbled until he found her nub, rubbing slow lazy circles against her. The action earned a low moan from her as he slid one of his fingers inside her. He stretched his finger until it reached the small bundle of nerves inside her. 

“There it is,” he breathed. “There’s the little bundle I was looking for.”

Eadwulf moaned and spread her legs wider, rolling her hips to the motions of his finger as it thrust in and out of her. Ivar twisted his hand a little and added another finger inside of her adding scissoring to the movements. 

“I want to see how many orgasms I can get out of you, dear wife, before I cum inside of you and make you mine again.”

Eadwulf sighed and nodded, arching her back off the bed as his fingers picked up speed. “Perhaps now we will have a child. Wouldn’t that be wonderful, Ivar, to mark the start of our new relationship with the conception of our child?”

Ivar shuddered at the idea and pressed a harsh kiss to her mouth. “Yes, that is all I want. A child, a hundred children, and you.”

“Good. Because that is all, I want. Children and you. No one else.”

Ivar grinned and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He stopped his fingers' repetitive and quick movements, leaving them inside her. She groaned in protest only to have Ivar laugh softly and make small movements with his fingers, rubbing them against the spot. She cried out as tremors shook her body and came on his fingers arching her back off the bed. 

“Did you enjoy that wife?” 

“Yes,” Eadwulf panted. 

“I hope you aren’t tired already, wife.”

“No, not tired.”

“Good because there is more where that came from far more.”

Eadwulf moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That sounds amazing.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Ivar slowly slid down her body, leaving small kisses and nips as he went until he reached the light curls between her legs. He kissed them gently and nuzzled his nose into them, nudging it between her folds. 

“There it is,” he breathed, nudging the little nub with his nose and giving her a lazy, slow lick.

“Ivar!”

Ivar chuckled softly and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her forward so he could fully bury his face between her legs. He drank from her like a man dying of thirst, making her cum again. 

“Ivar, please,” she breathed, tears streaming down her face. “No more.”

“Did I not promise to worship you?” The man chuckled softly and crawled up her body, settling his hips between her thighs before he pushed his pants down his hips. “One more and then we will be done for the night. You have my word.”

“One more,” she breathed as he thrust inside of her. “Give me your seed.”

“Oh, I am going to make sure you milk me until there is nothing more for me to give to you.”

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