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All so serious and concerned. Why is Finan so much taller than Sihtric and Osferth hier?
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"Figure You Out - Part Two" - Sihtric x Whore!Reader x Finan
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A/N: Part 2 is finally here! Was fun to do something different and do a reader fic. Please let me know if you would like to see more? Or maybe drop me a requests?
Summary: Sihtric finishes his lesson on how to please a woman and now you have one more lesson in mind for him. Find Part One Here
TW: Whore reader. Virgin Sihtric. Ladies man Finan. Light dom reader. Light fem dom. P in V sex. Oral sex (m receiving). M/M. Hand jobs. Friends to lovers.
Word count: 1,630
Taglist: @valeskafics @gemini-mama [ please let me know if you would to be added to my taglist(s) ]
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You couldn't help the way you stared as Sihtric followed your command without hesitation and stripped off his clothes hastily. You watched the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders as he pulled his tunic over his head. You longed to run your tongue over the valley and dips of his chests and stomach. Your mouth watered as his cock sprung free of its confines and stood to attention, the head already red and weeping. You wanted to know what he tasted like but that was a thought for another time, for now you were eager to have it inside you, stretching you open.
You pet the soft furs beside you encouragingly. “That's a good boy, Sihtric. Now, come here.” You smiled as the Dane complied, crawling up the bed and into the cradle of your thighs. Thighs which were wet with your arousal and still faintly trembling from the aftershock of your first two orgasms.
Together you maneuvered so that you were flat on your back and you hooked your legs over the curve of Sihtric's hips as he guided his cock inside you. He started so sweet and gentle, just brushing the head of his cock through your folds and shuddering at how wet you were for him.
You helped guide him to your entrance and he eased his way into you, his cock stretched you open in the most pleasurable ways, pressing against your walls and sinking into you inch by inch. It felt just as good as you hoped it would and you moaned as his hips pressed flush against yours. He was thick and so hard and you could feel how his whole body trembled as he waited for you to tell him to move. Such an obedient boy he was.
You cupped his angular face between your palms and pulled him down into a kiss, a chaste press of lips before you bit his lip, hard. It pulled the sweetest groan from the Dane’s throat so you did it again before pulling back and looking him straight in his beautiful, mismatched eyes.
“Fuck me”
You were so hot and tight around Sihtric's cock as he pulled back until only the tip remained in the clutch of your cunt before thrusting forward and sinking into the hilt again. Gentle at first, but as you moaned and arched your back under him he gained more confidence and began to move faster, harder.
Finan was a welcome presence at his side, offering advice and encouraging words. He instructed the Dane to throw your legs over his shoulders and tilt your hips for the best angle. Sihtric gritted his teeth against the pleasure as you writhed around his cock. His powerful hips thrusting into you over and over again, each press against your sweet spot pulling a gasp or whine from your throat.
You were the most beautiful thing Sihtric had ever seen, face flushed with arousal and body beaded with exertion. Combined with the warmth of his best friend at his side, intimate and heady, pushing him closer and closer to spilling between your soaking wet thighs.
The Irishman was not idle and ran light fingers down over your breasts, tugging at a perk nipple making you toss your head and moan, breathless and desperate. You whined in disappointment as talented fingers left your tender nipples too soon and continued their path down your body. You were torn between moving your hips against the press of Sihtric's cock inside you and Finan's fingers as they reached the apex of your thighs and rubbed teasing circles over your nub.
You could barely catch a breath as your body was overwhelmed by sensation, the attention from the two warriors making this the best fuck you've ever had. Finan’s minstrations combined with the perfect stretch of Sihtric cock inside pushed you to a third, mind shattering finish and you fell over the edge, screaming out as you shook and trembled under them.
You dug your nails into Sihtric's arms with a scream, thrashing in his hold as you fell apart around his cock. He groaned at the bite of pain, hips stuttering out of their rhythm as he fell over the edge after you. The clenching and unclenching of your cunt milking him dry.
Once the dane had found his satisfaction between your thighs you gently knocked him to the side with a breathless laugh. You let him catch his breath before you decided to turn the tables a little bit and enact your little scheme.
You could see Finan's cock straining the front of his trousers and grinned. He had been so very helpful after all, he deserved to cum down Sihtric's throat.
You reached out and tugged on the end of Finan's tunic.
“Get naked Irishman” you commanded.
Finan rushed to comply, his cock springing free, heavy with arousal and pulsing as you took it in. He was long and thick, it would be a challenge for anyone to swallow it down but you had a feeling Sihtric would prove as much a natural here as he had with eating your cunt.
You must look as wrecked as you feel for Sihtric placed a gentle hand on your arm. “Are you sure you're okay to continue, miss?”
You giggled happily, “Oh I'm just going to lay here,” you explained. “You'll be a good boy for me and help your friend out, won't you?”
They both seemed a touch hesitant at what you were insinuating but you could see their desire written plainly on their bodies. How Finan went red under his stubble and how his cock throbbed harder between his thighs and got even wetter at the head at the idea of his fellow warrior getting his mouth on him. At the barely contained hunger in Sihtric's eyes and the way his spent cock twitched against his thigh.
“It's only fair since you've completely worn me out,” you explained, one last little push to get them to agree.
And agree they did, all it took was a smile and Sihtric watched as you grabbed Finan by the hand to guide him onto the bed until he was splayed out on his back then gestured for Sihtric to kneel between his thighs. The Dane marveled at the heat which emitted from the Irishman, at how good he looked stretched out and at Sihtric's mercy. All his hard won muscles catching the flickering candle light.
He felt his soft cock twitch and it filled to full hardness again as he stared at Finan's hard cock, at the idea of getting his mouth on Finan and taking him into his throat. He had never acknowledged it outloud but the other warrior had made multiple appearances in Sihtric's mind, when he touched himself late at night, alone in his bed. He never thought he would be given the opportunity to act on his most shameful fantasy but the gods have blessed him with putting you in his path.
He didn't have time to feel intimidated by the task ahead of him as the firm press of your hand on the back of his head guided Sihtric down. This time it was you guiding him, instructing him on how to best treat the hard cock below his mouth.
He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along the side before he licked and sucked at the head, groaning as the salty taste spread across his tongue. Sihtric's cock throbbed at the deep groan his action pulled from Finan's throat, the sound vibrating through the older man's whole body.
You instructed him to suck saliva into his mouth, to get everything nice and wet and slick before he took the head fully into his mouth and slid it across his tongue in a smooth glide. How to breath slowly through his nose and relax his throat as he sank his mouth down around his friend's cock, taking Finan to the root.
Finan cock was heavy on his tongue, it filled his mouth and made breathing difficult but it was so worth it for Sihtric to hear the strangled noise Finan let out as his nose pressed to his stomach. Thick fingers tangled in his dark hair and pulled, sharply, the bite of pain making Sihtric groan. This in turn caused Finan to buck his hips and Sihtric gagged and was forced to pull back coughing before he set to work again.
“Don't take too much.” You warned as you ran fingers down his spine and between his arse cheeks to circle around his rim, teasing the sensitive flesh but not pressing inside. Not this time.
He pushed back into your fingers and made the most beautiful muffled whine around the cock in his mouth. You tsked before removing your fingers. “Stay focused, that's a good boy. Next time I will teach you how to properly take a cock.” You grinned as both men groaned at your words and Finan's muscles tensed and his grip on Sihtric hair tightened as he flooded the Dane's mouth with his spend.
Sihtric's hand was working furiously over his own cock and you pulled his mouth off Finan’s softening cock and stole his mouth in a devouring kiss, licking the taste of the other man's seeds from his lips. Suddenly he let out a loud whine and pulled away from you sharply. You see Finan pressed to Sihtric's back and the Irishman's hand had joined the Dane's working over his cock until Sihtric spilled over their joined fingers with a shudder and a moan.
You ran a hand down your front and slipped between your legs and you shivered as your fingers brushed past your throbbing nub and you wondered if the two warriors would be up for another round.
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destinyisall-tlk · 2 months
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the last kingdom + alignment chart (insp)
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valeskafics · 5 months
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"Howling At The Moon" - Werewolf!Finan, Werewolf!Osferth, Werewolf!Sihtric x Princess!Reader
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Summary: A visiting princess from Frankia, you get more than you bargained for when Finan, Osferth, and Sihtric escort you to Winchester during the full moon.
Word Count: 2,250
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: DUBCON, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, monsterfucking, primal play, oral f receiving, ass eating, double penetration, p in v sex, anal sex, tiddy succin, face fuccin, oral m receiving, heavy breeding kink, creampie
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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When Finan, Osferth, and Sihtric were tasked with escorting you, the eldest daughter of the King of Frankia, to Winchester, they severely underestimated how beautiful you would be. They go to greet you, jaws dropping slightly when you remove your hood and smile at them gently. You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman they have ever seen. Osferth is the one who comes to greet you first, shoved forward by Finan.
“It is an honor to meet you, Princess,” he says, cheeks slightly flushed, “We are here to escort you to Winchester on behalf of our Lord Uhtred.”
You give him a graceful curtsy, and the three men can’t help their eyes from wandering to the slight hint of your cleavage that they are able to see as you dip down low, “Thank you. What is your name, my lord?”
“Osferth, my lady,” he says, bowing low at the waist, barely able to maintain eye contact with you, his blood feeling as though it’s on fire beneath his skin, “You have come to speak with King Alfred, right?”
You nod, smiling at Sihtric as he helps you onto your horse, his strong arms tensing as he grabs your waist, “Yes. King Alfred seeks a treaty with my father, which is to be negotiated by myself and Lord Uhtred.”
Osferth and Finan watch as Sihtric’s hands linger along your waist, all three of them clearly feeling an almost overwhelming desire for you. And with the full moon approaching, their blood grows hot, their lust grows more and more untamed.
“A treaty. A noble cause, my lady,” Osferth says, climbing atop his own horse.
You give him a sweet smile, one that his stomach feel as though it’s tied in knots, “You are kind to say so, Lord Osferth.”
Lord Osferth.
He has never been referred to as a lord, and though it shouldn’t, the sound of you calling him that makes his cock grow hard beneath his robes. He imagines you laying beneath him as he fucks you, your sweet voice crying out for mercy, calling him “my lord”, gazing up at him with those beautiful eyes. He averts his gaze and begins riding, Finan leading your small group, shooting you quick glances over his shoulder every so often.
The four of you ride in somewhat comfortable silence. The full moon is not meant to be for another night, and so they do not anticipate any problems.
That is, until Sihtric stops in place, galloping up ahead to Finan, a panicked look on his face. While you cannot hear a single word of their conversation, Osferth can. Sihtric has miscalculated when the full moon will rise. It is tonight. Luckily, Finan says that he has brought extra wolfsbane, which will hopefully keep you safe and the three of them at bay when they… Change.
But he doubts that the substance will be any help at all.
As the sun begins to set, Finan announces that you are to make camp for the night. You look at the men in confusion, having been under the impression that you were going to ride through the night and make it to Winchester by the following morning. Finan stumbles and stutters through some excuse, barely managing to hold himself back from mauling you then and there. He turns to Osferth and Sihtric and nods at them, a silent order to begin setting up camp. Sihtric looks over at you, swallowing thickly, his jaw tensing. Osferth gives his friend a warning look before glancing over at you as well. They admire the shape of your hips, the curve of your waist as you gather firewood, hoping to be of some help. They hear you humming a song beneath your breath, a sweet little tune, and as their senses heighten, the sound of your voice is almost enough to drive them insane.
Sihtric grips the reins of the horses tightly, his hand flexing with tension as he leads them to tie them to a tree, struggling to hold back from transforming. You approach him with a polite smile and ask him if there is anything you can do to help. Sihtric holds back a groan at the sound of your offer, wondering if he told you to bend over and get on all fours, that your submission would be help enough, if you would listen. He shakes his head, staying silent and walking away from you as quickly as he can, and so you approach Osferth, asking him the same question.
He feels his heart jump in his throat at the sight of you, at the touch of your hand on his shoulder as you get his attention. The beast is taking control of him now, and he balls his hands into fists, clenching his jaw, his breathing growing heavier and heavier as his eyes lock with yours. He tries to speak, but the words do not come to him.
“Are you alright, Lord Osferth?” you ask, concerned.
Lord Osferth. God, you’ve said it again. No woman, or person really, has ever respected him enough to call him “Lord”. He does not think he has ever felt so aroused in his life. His blood starts to boil and he glances to the sky, seeing that the moon is beginning to rise. Hunger swells in his stomach, the beast inside of him wanting to take you to the woods and do unspeakable things to you.
You frown slightly, “Perhaps I will just retire to my tent… Goodnight, my lord.”
Osferth cannot stop himself from grabbing hold of your arm, pulling you close to him, flush against his chest, and whispering in your ear, “My beautiful princess… I must confess that the beast inside of me is struggling to keep its hunger and thirst for you in check. It is almost too much to bear.”
You freeze, gazing up at him, brows knitted together in confusion. Osferth can smell the fear coming off of you, and he is sure Finan and Sihtric can too with the way their heads turn your way.
“I beg your pardon, my lord… I do not understand…”
Oh, but you will understand, he thinks to himself. He will make you understand. He leans in, holding you in his arms, his palms caressing your waist as he inhales your scent.
“Let me speak plainly, Princess,” Osferth rasps, “My whole body is on fire and it wants you.”
Sihtric approaches the two of you, exchanging a subtle smirk with his friend. You look between the two men, now beginning to panic. They can focus on nothing but you - your smooth skin, your scent, the way they can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Sihtric leans in and nips at your ear, chuckling when you yelp and pull away. Osferth growls with displeasure. You begin to back away carefully, only to back into Finan, whose transformation has also begun. The three begin to close in on you, their claws extended, fangs glistening with saliva under the light of the moon, eyes glowing a brilliant shade of gold.
You know what they are, you think, as you glance up at the moon.
Lycans. Werewolves.
And even though you stand no chance against them, you break into a sprint, dashing into the woods behind you. The wolves watch you bolt away from them, exchanging a look and nodding to each other, before sprinting after you. The smell of your fear, the urge to catch you and claim you, it grows stronger and stronger. The three of them finish shifting fully and chase after you into the woods.
You’re faster than you look, they think, as you sprint farther away from them, only the back of your dress and your hair flowing behind you visible to them. Finan leads them, sniffing the air for your scent, nodding at Osferth and Sihtric to follow after him. They can hear your heart pounding in your chest, hear your blood pumping through your veins as they search for you while you sprint for your life.
After an hour or so of running, you begin to lose energy, choosing to hide now that you’ve put a fair amount of distance between yourself and the wolves, hiding behind a tree, your breath heavy. Of course, they catch up to you in no time, listening for your heartbeat, mouths watering at the idea of claiming you. You hear their paws crunch against the leaves on the ground as they approach the tree, closing in on you. You cover your mouth, hoping to disguise the sound of your breathing. Their senses are sharper than you know, so they can still hear each breath you take, almost taste your flesh on their tongues. You let out a tiny whimper of fear as they get closer and closer, the sounds of their snarls terrifying you.
You gasp when Sihtric lunges at you, pinning you to the ground, his grip hard as he holds you in place, nuzzling his snout against your neck and inhaling deeply. Osferth moves closer as well, gaze locked on your face.
“Are you going to kill me?” you ask timidly, meeting his eyes.
He, Finan, and Sihtric exchange a look before shaking their heads. They have no intention of harming you. Only claiming you. They bare their fangs, saliva dripping from them onto the fabric of your dress.
“Please, I’m a maiden,” you say quietly.
At your plea, Finan lets out a low, menacing growl. A maiden. How perfect for the three of them. His claws slash at your gown, leaving you in only a slip before their greedy, lustful gazes. You let out a cry of fear as they stand before you, the full moon being the only light for miles. Osferth drags his claws gently along your smooth and soft body, reveling in the feel of your flesh against his paws. You close your eyes and begin to pray, but the wolves catch a scent in the air.
The faintest hint of arousal, and not from any of them. But from you.
You’re enjoying this. You smell so sweet, it is almost unbearable. You cry out with surprise as Osferth crawls over you, pulling you away from Finan, his tongue tracing your pulsepoint, feeling fast your heart is beating. Sihtric’s maw clamps down on the fabric of your shift, ripping it away from your body with one smooth motion. You shiver, trying to press your knees together and cover your chest, your modesty and shyness only making them want you all the more. You watch as they transform into something slightly more human, though their fangs and claws, the things that make them wolves, remain. You gasp as Sihtric’s tongue moves between your thighs, longer than that of a human’s as it pushes inside you, making you squeal with both fear and pleasure. He tastes you with an animalistic fervor while Osferth’s lips claim your own and Finan caresses your breasts. You don’t know where to look, so overwhelmed by what is happening.
Sihtric’s tongue brings you closer and closer to your end, the muscle moving in and out of you with inhuman speed, his claws holding your thighs wide apart. You gasp as you spill yourself against his tongue, only for Osferth to heave you onto his lap, and onto his cock. You cry out as he claims you, holding you in place as he ruts up against you almost violently. You feel Finan’s fangs graze against your shoulder, his tongue moving lower and lower until it reaches its destination, your puckered hole, moving the muscle inside, preparing you for what he has planned. Sihtric’s lips find yours, forcing you to taste your arousal on his tongue, his fangs grazing against your lips just enough to draw blood, a low growl escaping his lips as he tastes it. Osferth continues fucking you relentlessly, his incredibly large, thick cock fucking into you deeper and deeper with each thrust until, finally, he spends himself inside you, his seed leaking from between your thighs, your own release following soon after.
And when he’s finished, Sihtric positions himself at your front, Finan at your back, as they both fill you at the same time. You wince with pain for the slightest of moments before you grow used to the sensation, allowing them to fuck you desperately, passionately, with a hunger you can scarcely put into words. The feeling of Finan inside you where you’ve never so much as touched yourself is so taboo and thrilling, while Sihtric brushes the tip of his cock against your sweet spot with every move. You moan pathetically, whimpering as you feel Osferth mouthing at your breasts, nipples hardening as his fangs graze against them. 
You lay there, at the mercy of these three wolves as they claim you in every way possible, as they fuck you over and over, taking turns breeding you, watching their seed leak from between your thighs as they defile the sweet, innocent princess of Frankia. And God, is it satisfying to see you cling to them as you cry out and beg for more. Osferth fucks you as you bend over on all fours, his cock hitting you at an even deeper angle as Finan fucks your mouth, Sihtric now watching with an amused grin.
No, there is no chance they will allow you to return to Frankia after the negotiations are done.
You belong to the three of them now.
Forever.
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the last kingdom, S04E10 | osferth, finan & sihtric
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gemini-mama · 6 months
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Three's Company
Summary: Uhtred's men are back in the alehouse owned by the young widow, and this time, Finan and Sihtric have their eyes on you. PWP.
A/N: a massive THANK YOU to the incredible @arcielee for beta and convincing me it wasn't total shit. If not for Arcie, it would be withering in my drafts still.
Length: 8.7k
Warnings under the cut
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TW: reader assumed to be AFAB, no use of (y/n), Plot? What Plot?, Oral (m and f receiving), praise, pet names, spit roasting, mild/soft Dom/sub vibes, p in v, mild/brief use of restraint - please let me know if I missed anything!
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You smile at the young Dane warrior as you set a mug of ale down before him; this is the first time you have been so close to him, and in the remaining sunlight, you see that his kohl-lined eyes are mismatched. It catches you off guard for a moment, and you find yourself staring for an almost impolitely long moment. When he smiles at you, and softly says, “Lady?” you immediately feel your cheeks heat with embarrassment and look away, and mumble an apology as you hurry away to drop off mugs to others.
Working with the widowed alewife for nearly a year, this isn’t the first time you have served the lord Uhtred and his men, but it is the first time you have considered earning some extra coin by entertaining one of them later on. While you had no plans of soliciting anyone, you were likely not going to turn them down. The lady in charge of the establishment had been saving her profits, and was able to add additional bedchambers for all of “her girls,” as well as a couple extra for travelers. Instead of being packed three girls to a room, you are lucky enough to have one to yourself for the time being. That was what had stopped you from entertaining any men previously - you were too nervous with others in the room with you. But now…
As usual, the men of Uhtred’s group kept you all on your toes throughout the evening, laughing and flirting with you and the others while the Alewife kept a close eye on everyone to make sure things were still running smoothly. You noticed the Irishman flirting with her, as usual, but you know she had been feeling slightly under the weather recently and likely wouldn’t be spending time with any of the men this night.
You delivered another round of drinks to the table the younger Dane was sitting at; the Irishman had seated himself beside him, and they were talking but stopped when you approached. They both smile at you, almost wolfishly, but you don't mind. Their reputations for being good men are well-known amongst your “sisters,” as you like to think of them, and you also knew from the house gossip that they occasionally shared a woman.
“Do you need anything else, my lords?” you ask, smiling at them both as you set your empty tray on the table and lean forward just slightly, giving them both a better view of your bosom. The Irishman smirks as he looks down briefly, while the younger Dane smiles almost shyly.
“Not just yet, lovely, but perhaps later?” The Irishman winks at you as he picks up his ale and takes a drink.
You knew what he was implying, but decide to have a little fun. “Well naturally, I will keep the ale coming.” You smile innocently at him, and notice a glint in his dark eyes, something almost hungry passing over him for the barest moment. The younger man chuckles softly as he takes a drink, but says nothing.
“Ah,” the Irishman clears his throat, “that wasn’t, that is not what I meant.”
You frown, continuing to pretend innocence. “Oh? Do you need something to eat? We have a venison stew available, and I would be more than happy to bring you a bowl, m’lord.” A beatific smile lights your face as you carefully watch the men’s reactions. “Maybe some fresh bread and hard cheese?”
The younger Dane appeared to be biting his lip to prevent himself from laughing, and he catches your eye as you glance at him. He winks at you, which makes you want to giggle, but you keep up your charade, watching the Irishman grow more disconcerted.
“N-no.” He scratches his beard and flicks a glance at his friend, who has managed to keep a straight face. “Tell me,” he says, leaning over the table to get closer to you, “have ya never entertained any of us before?”
Staring at him with a blank face, you shake your head slowly side to side, widening your eyes. “No, I have not.”
“Really?” His face holds an expression somewhere between shock and regret, as if he felt bad for approaching an inexperienced maiden.
“Really.” You smirk then, starting to feel bad for making the handsome Irishman so uncomfortable. “I have never entertained any man here, because I used to have two other girls sharing my bedchamber, and…well…” you shrug, your hands lifting to your sides. “Now, though, I am fortunate enough to have my own.” A cheeky smile flits across your face as you see realization flicker in the Irishman’s eyes.
The young Dane snickers into his mug of ale.
“Sihtric! Did ya know she was playing me?” The Irishman indignantly asks his friend.
“No, but I had a feeling. Something in her eyes gave it away.” He looks at you then, his bicolored gaze becoming dark with lust; your heartbeat increases as you hold eye contact. His eyes scan over you, and a flush of heat runs straight to your core as you watch his pink tongue sneak out to leave his lips glossy. “Pretty lady, and cheeky, too.” Sihtric chuckles softly, the sound soft and throaty, and you find yourself wondering what his moans sound like. You feel a flush creep up your cheeks at the thought.
“So, cheeky girl,” the Irishman says, his dark gaze boring into yours, “now that you have a private bedchamber, are you interested in entertaining any of us?”
“Mm, I cannot say just yet, but I am not averse to the idea,” you smile at them and excuse yourself as you pick up the tray to grab another round of drinks for the table beside theirs.
After delivering a couple more rounds and jugs of ale to various tables, a rough hand gently catches your wrist, and you find yourself being tugged toward Sihtric and the Irishman. “Come, sit with us and have a drink.” The Irishman smiles as he releases your wrist. “You still haven’t told us your name.”
The men scoot apart on the bench to make room for you, and you oblige, telling them your name as you sit. It was nearing closing time, and you knew this was when the real flirting began, and it typically led to propositions. Sihtric poured a mug of ale and set it before you, smirking as he shyly met your eyes. He is just as handsome as the Irishman, though certainly less bold, and quieter. Conversation flowed easily between the three of you, and one mug of ale has turned to three for you, and you were in need of another pitcher. You excuse yourself momentarily to refill the pitcher, but Sihtric catches your hand as you stand.
“Promise you will come right back?” He smiles at you, and you can see that hunger lurking in his gaze as he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, then turns your hand over and presses a kiss to your palm. You feel his tongue dart out, so light and quickly that you were almost unsure that it even happened. Your mind immediately goes to other places his tongue could flick across so delicately, and your thighs clench together as you stare down at him, your lips parted in surprise. He releases your hand as you turn to leave, your head beginning to spin with arousal and possibility.
When you return with the pitcher of ale for the table where you were sitting, the Irishman puts his arm around your waist as you all pick up the conversation where you had left off. He eventually turns his body and pulls you closer so that your back is resting on his chest, and as you and Sihtric continue talking, his nose grazes up and down the column of your throat, his hot breath and beard teasing across your skin and making it difficult to concentrate on the conversation you were having. You feel his lips, finally, as he places a hot open-mouthed kiss just below the corner of your jaw, and without realizing it, your eyes close as your head tips back and to the side to give him more access.
At some point while you were talking, Sihtric’s hand had found its way to your thigh, where it was now squeezing gently, moving higher with each stroke. The Irishman’s hands are around your hips as his mouth continues to travel the length of your neck toward your shoulder; your breaths become heavier as arousal begins to pool deep within your belly.
“Finan, I think she is enjoying having both our attention.” Sihtric says softly, his mismatched eyes taking in the flush on your cheeks and chest, a smile teasing at his mouth. Finan chuckles darkly behind you as his hands begin to slowly wander up your sides. “Would you like that, Lady?” Sihtric whispered as he leaned in closer. “To have both of us in your bed tonight?”
You try to form a response, but the words are caught in your throat when, as if they shared the same mind, both men’s mouths landed on either side of your neck, lips and tongues and teeth grazing along your skin. One of Sihtric’s hands has threaded into the hair at your nape and grasps it tightly. A small whimper leaves your throat as you nod, feeling a slickness growing between your thighs. If what your sisters have said is true, you are going to be in for a long and memorable night.
Once the nightly cleanup is complete, you return to the public room to see the two men who await you casually leaning against a wall and laughing. As you approach them, Sihtric is the first to see you, and he closes the distance between the two of you, a smile on his face and heat in his eyes.
“Are you nervous, lady?” he asks softly as he rests his hand against your neck, his thumb tracing along your jaw.
You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod, a nervous laugh bubbling up within, but you choke it back.
Finan pushes off the wall smoothly and stalks toward you, long and lean, like a predator; he stands behind you. You feel the heat of his body along your back as he pulls you against him by your hips. His voice comes out low and deep right beside your ear. “It is fine if you would rather not have us both, lady. I can see your hands trembling. Just tell us which one of us you would prefer, and there will be no hard feelings.”
Sihtric nodded his agreement, his bi-colored eyes watching your face intently.
“N-no, I-I want,” you clear your throat as your voice comes out strangled and thick, owing to your mouth having suddenly gone dry. Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, “I want you both.”
Sihtric smiles at your response, and he looks you up and down once again, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. He looks over your shoulder at the Irishman behind you, an eyebrow raised. A silent exchange passes between them, and the handsome Dane’s gaze falls back to you. “Lead the way, lady.”
You smile at him and turn toward the hallway that leads to the bedchambers, stopping to grab a pitcher of ale and three mugs from the back room. Both men follow behind you quietly, and your heart is thundering in your ears as your mind is struggling with disbelief that this is happening.
Your chamber is small and cozy, not much more than simply a place to sleep and keep your few personal belongings; aside from the small hearth and bed, the only other furniture is a small table and chair, and a wooden chest. After setting down the ale and mugs and lighting a few candles, you smile shyly. “Make yourselves comfortable, I guess?”
Finan smirks and sits on the chair, busying himself with pouring out the ale into the mugs. Sihtric smiles as he steps closer to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling your body flush with his. “May I kiss you, pretty lady?” His voice is just above a whisper, his face so close to yours that you can feel his breaths gently fanning across your face. Your hands come to rest on his chest as you begin to feel a bit dizzy.
Your gaze is locked on his mismatched eyes that are dark with his desire; you nod, your, “yes,” coming out as a breathless whisper as the butterflies in your stomach take madly to flight.
Sihtric closes the small distance between you, his lips brushing softly across your own; you slowly open your eyes, confusion creasing your brow. He smiles and brings his rough hands to cup your face, and brings his lips to yours, gently. His lips are soft, yielding at first, so you take it upon yourself to deepen the kiss as your hands grip at the edges of his leather armor. He chuckles softly as he pulls back and you follow briefly. Sihtric’s hands drop to your hips as he looks at you, his lower lip caught between his teeth again.
“Mm,” he hums softly, still smiling at you. “Your kiss is as sweet as I imagined.”
You laugh suddenly. “Does that usually work on all the ladies you are bedding?” You gaze up at him, eyes sparkling with humor as he chuckles, his hands sliding around your hips toward your back.
He shrugs, “I do not say it to every lady,” he smiles sweetly as he speaks quietly, “just the ones it is true of.” And with that he lowers his lips to yours again, but this time his meet yours with hunger as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a firm strength. Your body responds to his with a wave of fire licking through your veins; your hands slide up to his neck, the fingers of one hand tangling in the short, dark curls at the base of his skull. His tongue has slid in against yours, stroking softly until he pulls back and tugs on your bottom lip gently with his teeth.
Without warning, his head dips and his soft, warm mouth finds the sensitive spot between your jaw and ear. Teeth graze across your flesh. Your head drops back and you sigh, your fingers tighten in his hair as he bites just below that spot, then soothes it with slow, soft strokes of his tongue; his hands have slid again, one cupping your breast over your dress, the other on your arse, both squeezing gently. You absently tug at his hair as your arousal begins to build, heating deep in your core; a soft grunt meets your ears as you apply tension to Sihtric’s hair, your body melting against his.
As you and Sihtric kiss deeply, Finan steps beside you and slides an arm around your waist, breaking the kiss; he places his hands on your hips and gazes down at you. Finan smiles, slow and seductive, as he looks you over. Your lips are swollen, cheeks heated, and even your chest is flushed as it heaves with your erratic breaths.
“You are quite lovely,” he raises a hand to brush his knuckles over your cheek. Your eyes close and you lean into his touch as the hand comes to rest along your jawline. He trails his thumb across your lower lip and you slowly open your eyes to look up at him through your lashes, almost shyly. “Open,” he says, his voice a deep rumble, and that one word held more command than you thought possible; you obey immediately, your eyes never leaving his as he pushes his thumb between your lips.
A hot wave passes over you, a combination of embarrassment and arousal as you close your lips around his thumb and swirl your tongue around it a few times before sucking.
“Ah, good girl.” His smile fades as he watches your face.
His praise reaches some deep part within you that makes you want to hear it again. You continue to suck on his thumb, tongue flicking across the pad until he pulls it from your mouth with a soft pop, a line of spittle breaking as he moves his hand away.
As he pulls your body close, you realize he has shed his leather armor, and is only clad in linen tunic and trousers. You can feel every ridge along his torso and groin as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you. Unlike Sihtric, who was gentle and almost tentative, Finan doesn’t hesitate. He conquers and claims, demanding entry with his tongue as his hands roam your body. A hand comes up to your neck as he breaks from the kiss, and then his mouth works at the junction of your shoulder, alternating between lips and teeth, sucking and biting, intentionally working a mark onto your skin. The heat in your core continues to build, unlike anything you’ve felt before.
A soft moan falls from your lips as his hands pull your hips closer to him, and you can feel his rigid shaft against your belly. Finan’s fingers move to the laces of your dress and undo them with a practiced grace, but you don’t care about that; all you can focus on is the deep, throbbing ache between your thighs that these two warriors have created, and the growing need to do something about it.
“Tell me, pretty lady,” the Irishman says, his lips ghosting against your ear as he speaks, the heat of his breath falling on your cheek, “have ya ever had two men share you?” His hands have loosened your dress, and he gently slides it over your shoulders with long, callused fingers. You shiver, but whether it is from the cool night air brushing across your skin or the feeling of his touch, you couldn’t say.
As your breasts emerge from beneath the fabric, Sihtric steps behind you, effectively trapping you between their bodies, the warmth radiating off them in waves. Sihtric, who now has also shed all his armor, begins to place open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, then runs his warm, rough fingers down your spine, stopping where your gown is hanging around your hips, just above the swell of your bottom. It is distracting, causing shivers and goosebumps to cascade over your body, and you forget that Finan had asked you a question until he grasps your chin between a thumb and forefinger, a dark eyebrow raised as he gazes down at you.
“No, never,” you answer, and immediately gasp as Sihtric’s rough hands cup your breasts from behind. As he massages and strokes at the sensitive flesh, he nips at the skin along your shoulder, and you moan softly, your eyes closing in pleasure. Your legs begin to tremble with your growing arousal, and you start to wonder if you have ever felt this erotically charged before.
Finan’s lips are on yours once again, claiming your mouth with an intense, demanding passion. You whimper against his lips as Sihtric pinches your nipples, and a shudder rolls through your body. Feeling two mouths and four hands on you is sending waves of desire burning through your body, and you can feel your slick leaking between your thighs as you try to press them together for friction, anything to alleviate the ache.
“I think our pretty girl is becoming needy, Sihtric. What should we do with her?” Finan’s gaze flicks over your shoulder briefly before landing back on you, his eyes almost black in the candlelight.
“Hm,” Sihtric hums, his chest vibrating against your back. “I want to taste her.” His thumbs stroke over your nipples as he speaks, then his hands trail down your sides to push your dress down your hips until it pools on the floor at your feet.
You shiver as you are bared to them, your breath shaking as you inhale sharply at the change on the face of the Irishman before you. Gone is the good-humored smirk you are accustomed to; he now looks stern, conveying an air of dominance as something shifts within him. He takes your chin between his thumb and finger once again to ensure you are looking at him.
“If anything makes you uncomfortable or you want to stop, you will tell us immediately.”
You nod as your eyes are fixed on his, feeling your heartbeat in your throat - and in your core.
“No. I need to hear you say it. If either or both of us are doing something you are uncomfortable with, you tell us, hm?”
“I-I will tell you.” Sihtric hums against your neck as you answer Finan, his hands trailing over your back and shoulders with teasingly light strokes that set your skin aflame.
Finan’s face relaxes just a bit as he gives you a smile. “Good, pretty girl.” His praise again sends a pulse to throb within your core, one that only becomes more intense as he trails his fingers down your throat to your breasts, his eyes locked on your face.
Finan leads you toward your bed then, and motions for you to climb on with a tilt of his head. You seat yourself on the edge of the mattress, your gaze flicking between the two men before you. Sihtric pulls his tunic off in a smooth motion; you watch as his muscles shift and ripple with the movement, your mouth watering as you imagine running your lips and tongue along all of the ridges and dips of his torso. You catch his eyes flick to Finan, and they have another wordless conversation between them before they both approach you. The Irishman sheds his tunic as he stalks around your bed; Sihtric closes the distance between the two of you, and your breath catches in your throat as he towers over you.
The bed dips down behind you as Finan crawls on and kneels at your back, his hands coming to rest on your hips again. Sihtric reaches out to stroke rough fingers across your cheek before he lowers his head and captures your mouth in a long, slow kiss, his tongue flicking out to tease at your lips. As he pulls back, he kneels before you and pushes your knees apart, a smile full of sensual promise on his lips.
Sihtric hooks his hands behind your knees, pulls you to the edge of the mattress and nips at the inside of your thigh, causing a squeal to fall from your lips. Finan catches both of your wrists together in one hand and pins them against your chest as Sihtric looks up at you from between your knees.
“Do you want him to taste you, pretty girl?” Finan’s voice rumbles against your back, his breath ghosting across your ear.
You can feel Sihtric’s warm breath grazing across your core as he looks up at you, his callused hands stroking your thighs, and you are almost ashamed by how wet you already are. “Yes,” you say softly, watching his two different-colored eyes before you as he smirks up at you.
“I want to make you sing for us, little bird,” Sihtric says just before he lowers his head to your core. His hot breath is the only thing you feel for the first moment and as if you have no control over your own body, your hips begin to writhe, begging for more. Sihtric chuckles softly at your impatience before he wraps his arms around your thighs and slowly licks up your center with a wide tongue.
Your head falls back against Finan on a deep moan, and as Sihtric’s tongue begins to prod at your folds, your lips are roughly captured by Finan. He swallows each of your moans and whimpers that Sihtric is coaxing from you by alternating long, slow laps of his tongue from bottom to top with tiny kitten licks against your bud. You feel wetness beginning to trickle down between your folds as he continues, and the tension in your core begins to feel like pressure.
“Sihtric,” Finan rumbles behind you, “is she as sweet as she looks?”
You gasp as one of his large, rough hands moves to cup and massage your breast, and you moan as he squeezes and tweaks the peak gently.
“Mm,” Sihtric groans against your core, the vibrations ratcheting up the tension curling deep within you. “Better.”
“Would you like it, pretty girl, if we keep you just on the edge, both of us getting you so close to climax but not allowing you until we are ready?” His voice is low and right beside your ear once more. It sends goosebumps cascading across your skin.
A needy whine escapes your lips as you nod. Finan releases your wrists and slides his hand up to your neck. He pulls you tight to his chest with gentle pressure on your throat.
“I need words, darling.”
“Yes!” you cry out, as Sihtric has introduced a finger to your core, sending tendrils of pleasure to curl through your body. “Yes, I w-would like that.” You whimper as you feel Sihtric’s fingers begin to curl inside you, searching out that spot inside that is so tender.
“Good girl. I want your eyes on me.” Finan’s tone is firm, demanding, and his hand is still at your throat, not squeezing, just there.
You turn your head against Finan’s chest, your eyes landing on his impossibly dark ones, and he smiles as he takes in your heavy-lidded eyes and parted lips. You struggle to keep your eyes open and fixed on him as Sihtric works between your thighs, licking and sucking as if he is a starving man and your cunt is his meal, driving you closer and closer to your peak. Suddenly, Sihtric moves back and away from your center, kissing and flicking his tongue at the juncture of your thigh, chuckling at the needy whine that falls from your lips. He stands before you, smirking, and puts his slick-coated fingers to your lips.
“Such a needy girl,” he says softly as he pushes his fingers into your mouth. Without hesitating, you begin to suck on his fingers, just like you did with Finan, flicking your tongue around and across; Sihtric’s eyes are locked on your mouth, his lips falling open just slightly on a sharp inhale as you suck harder.
“I think it is time for you to say thank you to Sihtric, hm?” Finan’s voice is playful, but there is still an air of control, and it makes your breath catch.
“Thank you, m’lord,” you say, and see Sihtric’s smirk grow as he lifts his gaze to the man behind you. Finan chuckles, and then you are suddenly pulled back to lay across the bed, and dragged gently so your head nearly hangs off the side.
“So good at using your words, but we had something a little different in mind.” Sihtric’s soft voice holds amusement as he walks around the bed to stand before your head.
As you watch him begin to unlace his trousers from your inverted position, the understanding of just how you are to thank him washes over you, and your mouth begins to water. You are so focused on Sihtric that you don’t realize that Finan has now positioned himself between your thighs, until you feel his mouth on your chest. He lazily trails his tongue toward your nipple and then sucks the hardened bud into his hot mouth. You gasp and arch your back as a jolt of fire travels straight to your core, and it only burns hotter when he begins to rapidly flick his tongue across it. Arching your back, you begin to writhe as you crave more stimulation.
Sihtric draws your attention back to him with a soft caress to the side of your neck. His long, rigid shaft in hand, he looks down at you and smiles. “Do you trust me, little bird?”
You nod as your eyes fall closed in response to the trail of heat Finan’s mouth is leaving as he works his way lower. “Yes, I trust you,” you whisper.
“Thank you, sweet girl. Now, be good and open up for me.”
You do as you are told, and Sihtric steps closer until the head of his cock is pushing between your lips. He pauses there, and you swirl your tongue around it, slowly, tasting the salt of his skin, the musky scent of him washing over you. It is odd being almost upside down, but it isn’t unpleasant, especially when you hear a soft hiss from Sihtric as you close your lips around the head of his shaft and suck.
“That’s it,” he groans, and slowly pushes himself deeper, setting a slow pace of thrusting into your mouth. “Ahh, yes. So good, sweetheart.”
You marvel at how much more of him there is than what is comfortably fitting into your mouth, but the thoughts are cut short when Finan suddenly wraps his lips around the nub at the top of your folds and sucks. Your hips buck against him automatically, a high-pitched whimper leaving your throat that is muffled by Sihtric’s cock. He groans and begins to thrust deeper, almost causing you to gag, but you continue to lap at his shaft to the best of your ability while your head hangs off the bed.
Finan’s mouth on you is a huge distraction as he releases your swollen, tender bud from his lips, and begins to probe between your folds with his tongue. You moan against Sihtric’s cock and hear another hiss from him that only increases the heat you feel consuming your body from the inside. As Finan’s tongue enters your channel, he wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you in place. His tongue flexes inside you, probing and thrusting, and you begin to whine almost continually as his nose brushes against your most sensitive spot, feeling each pass drive the tension in your center higher.
As your hips begin to buck against Finan’s tongue and arms, Sihtric slowly pushes his shaft deeper into your mouth until he bottoms out against your lips. You begin to panic when you realize you can’t breathe, and as soon as he feels you tense up, Sihtric pulls out and crouches beside you. “You are doing so well, little bird, are you all right?”
You nod, your eyes watering, but you are beyond caring. "I am," you breathe out on a gasp as your focus gets pulled back between your thighs by Finan's mouth moving in sinful ways.
Sihtric smiles as he says, “do that again for me, hm?”
You nod and utter a garbled sound as he pushes deep into your mouth again, faster this time, holding himself there for a moment, just until your throat starts to tense around his cock, and your eyes water as you try not to gag. Sihtric hisses as he pulls back again, and groans as he breaches your throat once more; Finan chooses that moment to capture your bud with his lips and suckle, and if it weren't for Sihtric, you would have shrieked at the intense wave of pleasure that crashes over your helpless body, your hips bucking wildly in Finan's strong grasp. Another helpless whine falls from your throat as Finan, sensing your impending peak, pulls away from your center.
You've never felt more on edge in your entire life, feeling as if you are about to combust from the heat burning beneath your skin. You look up at Sihtric, who has also pulled away. “Please, I want to keep pleasing you, m’lord.”
A rumble of satisfaction, almost like a purr, comes from Sihtric as he kisses you suddenly, one of his hands fisting your hair; he swallows your soft moan and stands, then smiles down at you. "Who am I to deny our pretty little bird what she wants," he says, and feeds his length into your waiting mouth. "There…ahhh," Sihtric's words devolve into a guttural groan as he bottoms out while you struggle to relax your throat around him.
As he pulls back again, he looks down at you. "Little bird, I'm going to use your mouth, if that’s all right,” he pauses to see you nod, “but if you need to stop, tap my thigh twice. Understood?"
You nod as you quickly swirl your tongue around the head of his shaft, moaning in response to the hiss he lets out. He places his hands on either side of your jaw, his fingers cradling the back of your head as he thrusts himself in roughly and at a maddening pace. You close your eyes and try to focus on relaxing around him, allowing him to take his pleasure from you. You tentatively raise a hand to lightly caress at Sihtric’s stones, grazing your nails gently across the sensitive skin, and whimper quietly as his hips stop, his groin resting against your nose and chin.
Finan's mouth suddenly returns to your core. Gurgled, broken moans escape your mouth around Sihtric's cock as he resumes the brutal pace, each of his groans and grunts adding to the pleasure that has quickly turned into an inferno deep in your belly under Finan's ministrations. Saliva begins to leak from the corners of your mouth, rolling down your cheeks.
You feel a warm trickle leave your center and whimper helplessly as you feel your body building up to climax again, but get lost in how Sihtric's rhythm has begun to falter; you redouble your efforts to pay attention to working your tongue around him as he bullies down your throat, and cup his stones in your hand. It distracts you from your building climax for a moment, particularly when you feel his fingers tighten around the back of your head as he adjusts the angle of your mouth. Sihtric gives one final thrust deep into your throat, and you feel his cock spasm against your tongue as his seed floods down your throat and he lets out a deep groan. Your eyes begin to water again as the panic at not being able to breathe washes over you. He sees that and pulls himself out, then crouches down beside you again.
“So good, little bird,” he pants breathlessly, his forehead falls to rest on yours as you both catch your breath. “So good to me.”
Warmth spreads from your chest at the young Dane’s praises, and you are glad you have pleased him so well. A soft hum of contentment and a smile graces your flushed face for the man who is looking down at you with those mismatched eyes, his own smile tugging at the corners of his mouth; at the edges of your awareness, you realize that Finan has stopped feasting on your delicate folds - until he is suddenly and gently pulling you by the hips toward the opposite side of the bed, then he stands between your legs as they dangle.
“Hm,” Finan says, looking at you for a moment before he turns his eyes toward Sihtric, who is now laying on his side, stretched on the bed. “How was our girl’s thank you?”
Sihtric hums, his eyes on yours for a moment, then he smirks and shrugs. “It was perfect, as I expected.”
“Perfect enough to let her peak finally, or should we play with her a bit more?”
That they are speaking of you as if you aren’t there is strangely titillating, and you follow their conversation, watching as both of them smile with a devious spark in their eyes and have another of their silent conversations. A soft whimper falls from your throat as you realize that this game of theirs could go on all night.
“Ohhh,” Sihtric sounds sympathetic, “I do believe our pretty little bird is not fond of having to wait, but I bet she is beautiful when she cries and begs.” Sihtric’s eyes darken as he turns his gaze to you once again.
Finan’s only response is a deep chuckle as he leans over your body with his hands propping himself up, his eyes nearly black with lust and the low light of the room. “Do ya hear that, sweetling? I think it will be a while yet before we let you come.”
Before you can respond, he has captured your mouth in a brutal kiss that is all teeth and tongue, and it takes your breath away. When you feel his rigid shaft press against your center, you gasp and arch into him, another soft whimper sounding as he presses closer and catches your sweet spot with his rigid member. He gives a couple rolls of his hips against you as he continues to feast on your mouth, his tongue teasing and stroking yours. The pressure of his groin sends a jolt of pleasure through you that burns like fire in your veins.
The climaxes you have been denied so far do not take long to rekindle deep within, and as Finan moves his attention to your breasts, his groin is no longer pressed against you with delicious friction; however, you feel each lash of his tongue across your nipple as if it connects straight to your core. Your body begins to writhe with wanton desperation as he takes his time sucking and laving over the pebbled flesh until you are whining with frustration. It is driving you mad with need, and the high-pitched desperate sounds falling from your lips are almost constant.
“Shh, little bird,” Sihtric hushes, having moved closer to you. “Just relax.” He is still laying on his side, and has almost curled himself around your upper body, his head propped on his palm, resting his elbow on the mattress. You look up to see him with a sly smile, his eyes focused on your face.
Your eyes roll back on another deep moan as Finan licks a slow, wide stripe up your center that ends with his lips encircling the bud at the apex. He sucks for just a moment, releasing the flesh with a soft pop, and your body jerks at the sensation. He repeats it again and again, each time the sounds of his ministrations becoming more lewd as you feel moisture leaking from your core to soak the mattress beneath you. Sihtric has clasped both of your wrists in one hand, and is using the other to massage, roll and tweak one of your breasts. Your hips jerk in response to Finan’s tongue flicking across your tender nub, and when he introduces a long finger to your core, you cry out with relief.
A second finger follows almost immediately, and Finan skillfully strokes against that tender spot on your front wall, his tongue and lips never ceasing their attention on your bud. Your body is aflame with the need for more, aching to be filled, and a climax is rapidly approaching again. It winds tighter and tighter in your core, and when you suddenly realize your hands are still pinned leaving you unable to grasp onto anything, it pushes you right to the edge.
“P-please, I am close!” Your voice comes out shaking, desperate to find the release that they have denied you.
Sihtric hums, “Oh such a good girl for us, hmm? I think you should listen, Finan, unless you are ready to let her come. But,” he says, looking down at you, “I think he wants you to come on his cock.”
Finan groans suddenly and pulls his mouth away, his beard shiny with your arousal. “She liked the sound of that.” His fingers are still inside of you, thrusting slowly, just enough to keep you on edge. You are on the verge of frustrated tears, your body screaming with tension that needs to be released.
“Do you want to take my cock, sweet girl? Soak it while you come for me? I bet you are beautiful when you do.” Sihtric caresses your cheek with a tattooed finger while Finan speaks softly.
You nod vigorously. “Yes! Please, please let me come on your cock. Please!” With your gaze settling on the Irishman, your eyes plead with him just as your voice had.
“She is asking so sweetly, Sihtric. How can I deny that?”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t. She has done well for us so far, don’t you think?”
Finan stills his hand, but doesn’t remove his fingers as he looks at you; your walls continue to pulsate and clench around his long digits. “You should feel how desperate she is, Sihtric, the way she is tensing around my fingers,” he chuckles lowly and presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“Please, please…” you whine, as a tear slides from your eye to your temple.
Sihtric leans down to kiss you, massaging the interior of your mouth with his tongue, his hand still gripping your wrists, the other coming to rest across your neck. You whimper when you feel Finan’s hand withdraw and are left with an empty, aching need that almost hurts. You keep up with Sihtric’s kisses, whimpering with frustration and tears still slowly leaking from your eyes. You have barely a moment to register the feeling of pressure at your entrance before Finan is sheathing himself smoothly within your walls, and it feels like heaven. The slow stretch is almost painful but so good, and the pressure as he bottoms out causes an obscenely long, low moan to rise from your throat, which Sihtric swallows with his kiss.
“Oh, God,” you moan out against his lips, earning a deep chuckle in response.
“Tell him how good he is making you feel right now, sweet girl,” Sihtric says huskily, his mouth beside your ear.
“So g-g–” you stutter as Finan slowly draws back, until just the head of his cock is still inside you, and your walls begin to clench down as if demanding that he not withdraw completely.
Finan groans as he holds himself there, his arms on either side of your head. “So tight, so wet for me,” he grunts as he lets you adjust to him. “You want me to move now, sweetling?” He looks down at you, but your eyes are closed as you concentrate on the sparks of sensation flowing through your body. “Open your eyes and look at me.” He orders, his voice low but firm.
You open your eyes to look straight up into his, your mouth caught open slightly as you wait for his next move. The lustful fire in his eyes causes your walls to clench around him.
“Do you want to come, sweetheart?”
You nod vigorously. “Yes, please, please, please!” You would keep begging, but Sihtric’s mouth on your breast suddenly makes you gasp.
“There’s our good girl,” Finan smiles down at you as he rolls his hips ever so slightly, the movement pressing on the sensitive bud at your center. “You can come whenever you need to.” And with that, he snaps his hips into yours, smiling at the sound that comes from deep within you - a shuddering half shriek, half sob, broken loose by the overwhelming pleasure of being filled again at last. Finan moves slowly, unhurried, dragging himself out to just the head, and thrusting in the same way. It is agonizing but it allows you to feel every inch of him as he invades your center again and again; between the stretch around his size, not having lain with a man in over a year, and the pent-up need, you are extremely sensitive. When you move to wrap your arms around him, you realize Sihtric is still holding your wrists; tugging against him only causes his grip to tighten, and as you look at him, he just smiles and shakes his head.
Finan continues to roll his hips slowly, coaxing soft whines from you; the coil in your core begins to wind tighter, and you are pushed right to the precipice of bliss. Growing impatient with his torturously slow pace, you wrap your legs around his hips and cross your ankles at his back, sighing at the change in angle. When he sinks all the way to the hilt once again, he stops and looks down at you.
He smirks at you, seeing the tears still welled up in your eyes. “Aw, what’s wrong, pretty girl?” His deep brown eyes bore into yours almost as if he is challenging you.
“Please,” you whine, “more, please!” You pant, knowing you sound as desperate as you feel.
Something shifts in the Irishman’s face once again, becoming much more serious as he holds your eye contact. He bends his head down to capture your mouth again, and there is no gentleness to the kiss - it’s all teeth and tongue while he withdraws his cock to the tip; as he roughly pulls at your bottom lip between his teeth, he begins snapping his hips at a brutal pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh almost echoing around you. After a few thrusts, he sits up on his knees and pulls your feet up to rest on his chest, causing a loud gasp to escape you as he picks up the rhythm once again.
Pleasure sparks through your body as Finan pistons into you roughly, and as you feel your climax speeding toward you, your eyes fall closed. You become aware again of a hot, wet mouth sucking on one of your breasts, teeth grazing over the hardened peak. You open your eyes to see Sihtric’s head bent over your chest, his other hand moving to your other breast, mimicking to the best of his ability what he is doing with his mouth. The sight of both men before you is what finally pushes you over, and a white hot wave of pleasure erupts from your core to flow through your entire being, wave after wave of bliss suffusing through you as you cry out loudly enough that if you were thinking clearly, you would have been embarrassed knowing your sisters could hear.
“Yes, little bird, keep singing for us,” Sihtric says, his mouth beside your ear. Your cry of ecstasy decrescendos to a ragged whimper as your body finally relents from the climax, leaving you floating in a cloud of sensation as you tremble.
“Such a good girl, aren’t you? You’re going to give us a couple more just like that.” Finan’s voice floats through the haze that clouds your mind, his words punctuated with grunts as he continues the rapid pace.
Sihtric is kneeling beside you, his fingers trailing across your chest gently; it’s a jarring contrast between the way Finan is fiercely rutting into you. You reach up and run a hand across Sihtric’s head until you can bury your fingers in the hair at the back of his head and pull him down to kiss while Finan continues to drive himself impossibly deep in your core. You feel him shift as he breaks from the kiss and his fingers glide down your stomach until they are at the top of your slit. He brushes a fingertip across your overly-sensitive bud; it is almost painful, but it feels so good.
“Again, please!” You whimper and look up at Finan, his dark eyes still fixed on yours, and then turn your head to see Sihtric smiling.
“Go ahead, Sihtric. You heard her ask so nicely,” Finan grits out, never losing his pace.
It only takes a few strokes of his fingers on your bud before you are overwhelmed by the pleasure of another orgasm building deep within. Finan grunts in response to feeling you clenching around him and his pace starts to falter. He stops for a moment to lower your legs away from his chest, then pulls you by the hips until they are canted upward with your arse resting on his knees; this also gives Sihtric better access to keep circling your bud. Between the new angle and the constant stimulation, it only takes a moment before the next wave of white-hot ecstasy crashes over you, so powerful that your mouth opens on a silent scream, your face contorted in pained pleasure as you shake with release.
Finan gunts as your body spasms around him, your cunt gripping him tighter and tighter, until he can hardly thrust due to how fiercely you are holding him within your walls during your peak; he pumps a few more times to get you through the climax, then pulls out and sits on his knees.
You try to laugh, but all that comes out is a breathless huff. A soft moan comes from your throat as Finan moves to lay back on the bed, and your eyes are closed while you try to catch your breath. The men are talking quietly between themselves, but you are too lost in the bliss of two of the best climaxes of your life to catch what they are saying. The bed shifts around you, and you are gently pulled so your head rests on the pillows, then rolled to your side. Your eyes are still closed, but you smile as you feel the body heat from both men on your front and back and the scent of masculine musk and coupling surrounds you.
“I hope you didn’t think we are done with you yet, little bird. You sing so sweetly, I want to hear more.” Sihtric’s nose glides along your jaw as he speaks.Your head arches back against him as he starts placing kisses along the column of your neck, his arms wrapping around you from behind to pull you onto your belly. He kneels behind you and lifts your hips until you are on your knees.
Opening your eyes, you see Finan in front of you with a devilish smile as he pushes your hair away from your face, chuckling softly as he presses himself closer to you to kiss you, though this one is far from the harsh, demanding ones of earlier. It is gentle, passionate, and sensual as he glides his tongue slowly around your own.
You inhale sharply through your nose as, while your tongue engages with Finan’s, Sihtric begins to press himself into your soaking folds from behind. He moves slowly, working himself in with a tenderness you hadn’t expected this night, least of all from battle-hardened warriors like these men.
Finan pulls away to watch you as Sihtric begins to roll his hips against your arse, his pace steady. Every thrust sends lightning bolts of sensation through your veins. You are becoming overstimulated, but you still begin to rock back against him, encouraging him to pick up the pace. When he does, you feel his stones slapping against your swollen bud. Your hands grip the sheets until your knuckles turn white, while you are trying desperately to not scream out in ecstacy.
Finan says something to Sihtric, but the blood rushing through your ears has muffled it; Sihtric’s arm wraps around your chest and lifts your upper half, allowing Finan to sit before you on the bed. As he lets go of you, he presses a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you toward Finan’s cock. You eagerly take him in your mouth, allowing Sihtric’s thrusts to give you the momentum to bob your head up and down his length.
Sihtric breathes into your ear as he tries to speak, his words falling out breathlessly with exertion. “You like this, being between two men and used for their pleasure, little bird? Hm?”
Finan smiles puckishly as he gathers your hair into his fist, watching you swallow him down. “Maybe next time we stop for a night, we will both take you at the same time. Have ya ever had a man in your arse, pretty girl?”
Shaking your head frantically, you feel your eyes go wide, yet the idea doesn’t scare you.
Sihtric notices with a huff of a chuckle.
“I think she likes the idea, Finan," and you feel him press close against you with the promise, "next time then, little bird."
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pairing: Finan x reader
a/n: Response to a lovely request! My first request, actually! Finally doing a solo Finan piece :) A bit soppier than I had originally planned, but I love it and I love Finan soooooo. Also the circumstance / sequence of events aren't entirely accurately in line with the events of the show but we move.
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MDNI!18+ : TW finan x reader, dom!finan, virgin!reader, virginity loss, manhandling, kissing, very brief mentions of loss, fingering, p in v sex, confessions of love, slight breeding!kink
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Things were tense when the men staggered back to the stronghold. They had won their latest battle involving Mercia and Bloodhair, though at the cost of a disastrous curse upon Uhtred's family. You selfishly prayed for Finan's safety, despite the two of you not being together. You were great friends, and though the others were familiar to you too, it was Finan that you truly wished to return in one piece.
You spent your time at home praying for the souls of those who had been lost, thinking about the wise words that Hild so graciously bestowed on you. You felt her absence more than ever, needing her sweet guidance, but aware that she was already spread thin. Everyone was.
As winter crept into your home, you wallowed slightly, missing everyone. But you had a duty, an alehouse to run. It was where you had met everyone originally, and had turned into somewhat of a cornucopia for Coccham. You knew that in order to keep spirits high, you'd have to open it up and welcome everyone in. Your hearth was where you had first met Finan, sitting with Uhtred as the two of them laughed. Hild had introduced you, and your speechlessness was the source of several laughs.
You had sat with them on the table that night, laughing with Hild, who you truly saw as your aspiration. Uhtred noticed this, joking about how you reminded him of his children, which had made you huff slightly. You were embarrassed of this, but Finan assured you that you were alright, muttering some joke about how you clearly had the spirit of a warrior within you to deal with these drunken men.
It had been a slow night, but you would rejoin them when you could, smiling at Finan every now and then. Finan's eyes had scrunched up too, but his lingering look had you blushing all throughout the night. From then on, the warriors had frequented your place. You and Finan would often sit and chat. He loved that he could talk to you. For once, it was not about war, or combat, or blasted shield walls. He was sick to death of hearing the names Alfred or Edward, and you gave him peace from all of that.
It filled you with warmth to see everyone so carefree and jolly, especially as it was your father's wish when he opened the alehouse to make an honest place of it. Every now and then, a regular face would vanish, and you felt it like a sting in your core, but you carried on nevertheless.
You lived just above the alehouse, walking down the steep wooden steps as you tried to alleviate your chill. Nothing seemed to work. Lighting candles and preparing some food for the hungry travellers that would arrive soon. You had heard news that the travelling party were returning from Winchester within the next few hours, feeling sadness at the inevitable loss and pain that would be felt all through the town, but also the deep, hidden feelings of desire that you so heavily pushed to one side.
Every time you saw Finan leave, you felt a tinge of regret within you. After all, he was Uhtred's right hand man by all accounts, and great responsibilities were often given to him. What if he were to never return? You supposed it was silly to think more of your confessions being told than him returning with his life, but you were sick of pushing down these feelings. You felt like some sort of angel when his gaze fell on you, which it did, often. And when he would come in for a final glass of ale, though what you didn't know is that he was really just looking for an excuse to talk to you.
He had seemed grave when you saw him last, trying to keep smiling at you but looking away darkly every now and then. You, none the wiser, had given him a cheerful departure, promising a full meal for him and his friends upon his return. You had assured him that the plate would be waiting for him, only if he came home in one piece. The gesture was halfhearted, though to him it was a challenge. He had left beside Uhtred, meditating upon his horse about you.
You.
Finan really, really loved you. He was always incredibly outgoing, and so you assumed he would just wed someone more like him, but Finan dreamed of you almost every night. It tortured him that he was so quick with his words, and yet they seemed to disappear from him whenever he saw you. Your plump lips, your wide eyes, full of life and unsoiled by the rot of death. You were the exact opposite of what he encountered on his missions and tasks, and though he loved his life alongside his trusted Lord, he wanted something to do it all for. And that something was you. He would make sure of that.
As both of your feelings nearly spilled over each other, it was time for someone to do something.
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It seemed like you had wasted your whole day, silently waiting for the evening to come, when finally, you heard some commotion - your heart sent flashes of longing through you. You felt somewhat pathetic, watching the door of your alehouse for that specific person to come through. But, when you know, you know.
Suddenly, a stream of townsfolk walked in. Some came holding hands, some even came with their children, which you didn't mind, offering them some meat pies and ruffling their hairs. You spoke with some of the women, delighted to have their husbands back and eager to get you away to spend time with them soon. You joked about being stuck behind the brewery, handing out copious pints of ale. Within the next twenty minutes, your hands were so sticky that you started flapping them furiously.
Finally, you made your way outside, wanting to do a round of everyone sitting on the benches. There, you found Finan and Osferth. Sihtric was over in the corner, with his wife, the two of them beckoning you towards them.
Giving them quick greetings, you drunk in some of the news from Sihtric, who informed you that Uhtred was still in Winchester for some time with Hild, and that he had suffered a great loss. Your head bowed at that, not wanting or needing to know any more. You wished the both of them and their children well, before granting a weak smile to the two men now before you.
Osferth gave a weak smile, fondly remembering happier times in the alehouse and wishing he could match his previous energy. You hugged him tightly, knowing he was more sensitive and newer to the trade of being a warrior, though you didn't expect him to hold on so tightly to you. You sunk into his unfamiliar embrace for a moment, before Osferth pulled away.
And there he was. Finan. You had never seen him looking more tired, slightly long hair giving him a dishevelled look. Though equally, he was beautiful. No amount of sadness could take away the kind, observant look in his eyes. He seemed to be in his own world, and you didn't want to disturb, but then he looked at you, and the faintest smile stretched onto his lips.
You wanted Finan to hold you. You wanted his warm embrace then and there, but something told you it would take a little more time. His brows are furrowed and a strong wrinkle emerges between them, telling you that he is far from relaxed. You gulp slightly, the promise of a meal still hanging in the air.
With a hand still on Osferth's shoulder, you said nothing as you gave him an empathetic nod, tilting your head and smiling as best as you could. Your chest filled with relief when his little wrinkle disappeared. The shadows lifted just slightly, and there he was. He understood you somehow, an unspoken look flittering between you, and then you were gone.
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There was so much you wanted to talk to Finan about. You ached to have your friend back, even if that dynamic did pain you. He still came to the tavern, even when Uhtred returned, though he was unusually silent as weeks flew by. Even as things picked up and spirits were back to normal, Finan seemed to be stuck somehow.
You entertained mostly Uhtred and Sihtric most nights, helping them heal ever so slightly with perhaps a little too much ale. You had even begun watering it down less, which did not go unnoticed by them. You prayed with Osferth too, mostly to keep him company.
It wasn't until a whole month had passed that you could no longer take it. Finan's usual loud voice could no longer be something of the past. You needed to tell him how you felt. You knew that you had to do something tonight.
You spent far too long in the mirror during the hour before you would open. You knew it would be a busy night, as the snow had finally ceased, and people were no longer cooped up in their homes. They would want warm drink and entertainment, and you would give them just that.
"Come on, Y/N." You nudged yourself, looping two ribbons into the two braids that you had meticulously gathered with your unruly hair, pinching your cheeks before letting out a slight laugh. You hadn't realised just how much you truly valued Finan's entire personality until it changed whenever you came near. Surely freshening up a bit would impress him?
Meanwhile, as though he was mirroring you, Finan ran his hands through his hair, sitting patiently in his own company. He had been surrounded by his loud companions all day, laughing and working, enjoying any semblance of peace that he could. The Irishman thought of nothing but you, however, and felt that if he did not do something soon he would combust into a million pieces.
Truthfully, after his last visit to Mercia, he had pulled back from you slightly. He needed you so deeply, but couldn't bear the thought of making you wait around for him, worrying if he would come home or not. There was also the additional danger of his weapons everywhere, his being at Uhtred's side constantly, and the threat of having something so precious to him be so targeted. He wanted you more than he wanted to breathe.
After that first day where you had been babbling to Hild in your alehouse, he was stunned. He was in awe of how you ran the place, even with the death of your father, never allowing anyone to step on your toes, even though he would have been more than willing to help. He admired your trust in things, never fearing of the worst, unlike he had. Since his days on the ship, all he had craved was something, anything, to come home to.
Nothing had filled that space until he saw you prancing around the alehouse, clumsily spilling drinks and shaking your sticky hands in his face to annoy him, your loud laughter echoing in his mind even now as he had tried to pull you into the mess you had made.
The memory shone in his mind, so prominent that he quite literally couldn't think straight. He didn't want to be absent towards you now, but his very existence intermingling with yours was a threat to your life, and perhaps your happiness. Could he do that to you?
As the tavern bustled into life, you couldn't stop fiddling with your braids. Some of your friends had offered to touch them up, which only worried you more, but they teased you still, pinching your cheek when you had confessed to them what you were going to do tonight.
You would your hands into the handles of at least ten cups, delivering them to the table of several hefty warriors who barely fit on your stools, making a mental note to get some warrior-friendly seating arranged.
"Here you are boys," you greeted them lightly, recognising a few, particularly Uhtred, who looked like he had seen better days. His hair was loose, strewn all over his face, but a smile graced his face, which reassured you.
"You might want to slow down, Lord," you teased, anticipating his reaction. He cocked his brow, piercing blue eyes observing you graciously. "Y/N, you're too good to me. Too good." He raised a glass to you, and you playfully rolled your eyes, a renewed sense of confidence overtaking you.
As you were about to turn around, you collided with hard leathers, belonging to a very firm chest. Towering above you was Finan. You quickly fiddled with your braid, hoping he would be enticed by them. So stupid, you thought to yourself.
"Have you forgotten what incredibly handsome men look like, or are you just surprised to see me?" said Finan, voice just above a whisper. Your eyes widened at his question, hand coming up to slap his bare arms. He hadn't been this perky in a while, and it shocked you, to say the least. You were happy to see him back to normal. Though he always carried an air of dominance with him, the softer side of him was always welcome.
There was a strange determination in his eyes, as if he had woken up. "Trust me, with you in front of me every day, I could hardly forget what a handsome man looks like." Your emboldened state of mind matched his newfound confidence, and the two of you were back to being the same people that you were when you first met. Finan forgot, just for a second, about the reek of death and its hanging in the air.
Instead, he took you in. Your fresh braids, which he suspected you had done just for him. He felt so warm, even in the bitter winter, and your eyes gazing at him as though he was the kindest man on earth brought him more security than anything else in the world.
His presence alone was enormous. You had to shake your head to remember what you were really here to say to him. He had laughed at your previous remark, taking the confident proudly.
"You look so beautiful, Y/N." he stated fondly, content to spend the rest of the night with you. Your cheeks heated at his words, and you looked away, but not before his strong hands found your chin, raising your face to meet his brown eyes once more. He simply could not wait any longer.
"You always look beautiful, and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you aren't", he huffed, acknowledging his own mental absence. You felt the tenderness in his touch, against the rough scarring on his hands. You smiled sadly, wishing he didn't have to be treated so roughly. Your softer hands found his, holding them tightly.
"I suppose I sh-" but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud crash. You were quick to inspect the commotion, not realising that the two of you were still firmly holding hands. It hadn't occurred to you until his grip tightened, dwarfing your entire hand in his. You couldn't help but smile, especially when you discovered what the scene before you was all about.
Two women were having at it, fighting like animals. These were women you knew, and so you were shocked to see them go at one another, enough even to draw blood. You considered for a moment why two familiar faces would be fighting, but the two had recently mentioned their escapades with Osferth, who was a babbling mess at the scene before him.
Finan cursed. Truly, he couldn't help but laugh. Of course, this stupid baby monk would intervene in some way, he thought to himself. You giggled at Osferth's expression as the women were finally separated by Finan, who begrudgingly let go of your hand. He felt so juvenile, clinging to you like a crush, but he simply couldn't help himself.
"Umm, I thought monks weren't allowed to hump," was all he said, before leaving the poor boy to defend for himself, returning to you. As he walked over, you felt the life reemerge within him. He was smiling so much you almost couldn't take it.
"Now that's a hero," you laughed as he spread his arms out, congratulating himself. You couldn't keep yourself from moving about, however, unable to stay still in his presence. Your mind constantly filtered through possibilities of what he was about to tell you, meanwhile your own looming confession was being stuffed further and further back in your mouth. You weren't entirely sure what he was going to say to you. Perhaps he was going to tell you to stay away from him . . .
Any suspicions of his rejection, however, were entirely forgotten when both of his hands came to cup your face. The act felt so intimate that your legs almost quivered, and you braced yourself to fall over. His head leaned back slightly, and he breathed heavily, taking you in. Finan, filled with confidence, had bee brought to his knees by you. You and your ribbon braids.
"Can we talk somewhere, please. Perhaps when it's a little less busy, lady?" you understood, but couldn't help the frustration that grew within you as your conversation was prolonged yet again. You simply nodded, but that didn't seem to be enough for him, judging by his widening eyes.
"After closing, Finan, come up the stairs, I'll be in my room." You hadn't realised just how suggestive that sounded until Finan's eyes widened even more, and he cocked his head with a cheeky grin, retorting something about you being more forward than ever. You slapped his chest, mocking his childishness, though before you could fully manage to hit him, he grabbed your wrist with ease.
His arm flexed, and he quickly pulled you in, your feet stumbling to keep up with his strength, until you felt his breath on your face, and you were close enough to be touching his lips.
"Quite the invitation, lady," he half joked, but in reality, he as already counting down the hours. "I will be there, Y/N."
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After what felt like the longest night in history, the last of the crowd finally retreated from the alehouse. You were itching to see Finan. Since the two of you last spoke, you had barely seen him. Uhtred was shamefully taken home by Sihtric, who you were amazed was sober. The rest of the men and women left together, and you said your final goodbyes, closing the doors. This time, however, you didn't lock them.
You trudged upstairs, tiredness hitting your body. After hours, you finally took a seat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the silly plaits that you had worried so much over. You sensed Finan's presence when there was a slight moan of old wood being pressed as he walked up to meet you. You had so much to say to him you could hardly contain yourself, rising from your sitting position.
Finan gave a polite knock, but didn't bother waiting, bending under the doorframe before returning to his natural state, giving you an incredibly sheepish look. You stuttered slightly, but told him to sit. You quickly realised that a man had never been up to your room. It was spacious enough, with a large bed of furs and enough space for plenty of candlelight.
"Please, sit, Finan." you held your hand out as if to show him the way, guiding yourself to the edge of your bed. Finan let out a small laugh at your sudden formality, bending as if giving you a mocking bow before sitting next to you.
Even though he had been the one to initiate conversation last time, you made it your mission to get there before him, wanting to get your own point across before he said anything to you.
"Finan, I have to tell you," you started, feeling an awful mist of tension heating up your body suddenly, " I just - I hate," you sighed in frustration, groaning as you could hardly get the words out. Finan seemed heavily amused, beckoning you to continue.
"I just really enjoy when you're here." Pathetic. "And I don't like it when you're gone away for weeks. And I worry for you when you're not here, even though I have faith in you."
Once you break the seal, you can hardly stop. Finan takes in every word as though it is gospel, but you hardly notice as you babble on.
"Obviously you're strong, and umm, and handsome, and you speak well enough to get yourself out of trouble,"
"Oh, do keep going, lady. I've never been so flattered." he raised a hand to his chest, feigning shyness. You glared at him, embarrassment curling itself around your neck, blocking any clear thought from entering your head. Finan quickly sensed your frustration, placing a hand on your thigh to steady you.
But that just made it worse.
"And then I think we're good, but you don't speak to me f-for weeks, Finan. And then you touch my thigh like this!" You could almost laugh at yourself, truly, "and I just want you all of the time, and I think we . . . I think we should be together."
With your final declaration out of the way, you feel a fatal sense of worry overcome your body at his shocked face. The hand on your thigh doesn't move, however. It tightens.
"Y/N," he starts, and you brace yourself for the worst, "Please, I want to be with you too. I stayed distant, because, well because I didn't want anything to happen to you. If I am with you, then I'll have something to actually fight for," he looked down as he continued, clearly stressed, "but then if I have something to fight for I'll have something to lose as well."
You began to understand him clearly. With what he had seen, particularly with recent events, there was always a risk involved. Perhaps what made him so good is that everything he previously needed to protect was always on the battlefield with him. The two of you together would be a constant source of worry for him. You could be kidnapped, taken hostage, injured while he was away.
"But, Finan, every time you've left, nothing has happened to me. I'm here, aren't I? Entirely whole."
"But it's different, or, it would be different," he stressed, hands flying up as he spoke.
"The only difference is I'd be yours. And I want to be yours, Finan."
He looked at you then. Really looked at you. His hand ran through his beard, and any semblance of composure that he had snapped when you bit your lip. Perhaps he was being ridiculous. Perhaps he was thinking about things too deeply. After all, he was an entirely competent warrior. If anything happened, he would be able to solve it.
He could barely control himself any longer, when your hand came to fiddle with the ribbons weaved into your loosening braids. You had never looked more innocent and enticing - he physically couldn't stand what you were doing to him.
Meanwhile, you took note of his chest heaving, feeling your own heartbeat gain speed. You decided to let even more out, noticing his gaze shifting to your hair.
"I plaited these for you, I thought they would impress you." The sheepish truth had you looking down, realising that the two of you had been stupidly restricting one another whilst simultaneously trying to impress one another in a hideously drawn out back and forth. Sorrows had settled, and now you wanted him. You needed Finan.
"They do impress me, most definitely," he assured you, teasing you slightly with his reaction. He found you utterly adorable, that you had done some little change to please him, "but you already caught my attention without the ribbons, Y/N."
The cross around his neck gleamed as it dangled, moving slightly as he leaned down to meet your face as you sat beneath him on the bed. The tenderness of the moment had been replaced by burning passion.
"Finan, I-"
"Say my name again."
"Finan-" You couldn't even finish before his lips crashed into yours. Everything melted away when you kissed. Every semblance of a problem disappeared, and it was just you and Finan. He revelled in the idea that you were his woman, spoiling himself with the very thought of it.
You, meanwhile, were growing incredibly impatient. The man in front of you was something else, his muscles straining as his hands trailed down to your waist and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his strong waist, arousal beginning to leak from within you as his grip tightened. He couldn't get enough of you, and he never wanted to let you go.
"I hope you know, love, that I'm keeping you forever." He smiled, adjusting you a little so that you felt the bulge of his crotch just underneath your sex, friction causing you to whine slightly. You weren't entirely sure if Finan was aware that you were a virgin, but the feeling of his body against yours prevented you from saying anything.
"Let me hear you." he demanded as he looked up at you, and thought he was still the Finan you knew, an air of seriousness had overcome him, and the words that came from him were dominating. You understood now how he managed to control armies the way he did.
You buried your head between his neck and shoulder, drooling slightly as you let out a moan at Finan's undying strength. With your undergarments pulled to the side by the stretch of his fingers, he made sure to move you up and down ever so slowly, rubbing against his crotch even more until your naked sex could take it no more.
The fabric of his trousers was an obstacle that you needed to be removed as soon as possible. Though the friction created waves of pleasure, the way he was holding you had you panting for more.
"Please, Finan, take them off." you looked into his eyes, which held an amused stare. He took your worn out image in, unable to believe how lucky he was. Any negative thought about the relationship between you two could be dealt with later, right now he had you securely in his arms, entirely fucked out without him even properly touching you yet.
You fastened your legs around his waist, which made him laugh. "You're telling me what to do now, is it?" truthfully, he would let you do or say anything you wanted. He was wrapped around your little fingers, and he knew it well.
"Love, I can't do what you ask if you continue to cling to me like a pup," he wore a toothy grin on his face, amusement growing in time with your own frustration. You loosened your thighs from his hold, and he set you down gently on your own bed. You fidgeted when you realised what would happen once his trousers were off, if you even managed to wait that long.
You watched him undo his breeches, only to around halfway, not even letting them slide down his legs before he came to you again. You leaned your head into his arm, nuzzling instinctively into his hold like some trained animal. You felt you would burst, declaring "I love you," before he could say anything else.
"I love you too, you and your ribbons." he flicked your braid with his finger, drawing you in to a loving kiss. You were slightly stunned at his lack of hesitation, any precaution having been abandoned by him. Finan felt it as well, the swell of pride that filled him as he announced his love for you, not even questioning the words. He knew them to be true, and he knew that with you as his woman, he was entirely complete.
Your next words, however, did catch him off guard.
"I've never been with a man, Finan." you confessed, maintaining eye contact with him as you waited for his reaction, worrying that he would be less eager to bed you with your inexperience. Finan tried to fight the impure thoughts as they wavered in his brain, unable to keep his hands off you as he thought of a way to reassure you without sounding too patronising, as he usually managed.
When he still didn't say anything, it prompted you to finally look away from him, wondering if he really cared about it as much as you thought.
"Hey, where's my lady gone?" he moved to sit beside you, feeling somewhat of a fool that his bulge was straining against the half of his breeches that still hung from his hips, and you with your dress bunched up so high that all he could think about were the stockings slipping down your delicate thighs. You didn't have the faintest idea of the impact you had on him right now.
He wasn't entirely sure how much more restraint he could exercise. "I don't care about that, I want to be the only man that ever gets to touch you from now on, anyway." he buffed his chest to try and make you laugh, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of laughing, too engrossed in lulling over the words he had just uttered.
"I want to be your only woman, Finan." and with that, you kissed him forcefully, adjusting your body so that you could straddle his frame, his heavy arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you further into his kiss. His hands moved down to your ass, squeezing firmly. Your mouth remained open when he allowed them to slip further down your thigh, toying with the hem of one of your stockings. They were cheap things, made for you with the purpose of convenience, and yet he was treating them like they were pure gold.
"I don't think I'll be sharing you with anyone anytime soon, love," he managed to whisper into your ear, your hands finding his hair and gripping tightly when he inserted two fingers into you, the promise of 'getting you ready for him' hanging in the air. The feeling was unlike anything you had experience, a welcome intrusion to your core. You felt his fingers curl, pushing up as far as they could go, meanwhile his thumb also occupied a space on your clit, rubbing ever so gently whenever he could to bring you pleasure.
You felt your thigh muscles trembling as you still straddled him on your knees, his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing your neck, creating his own little mark on you. Finan knew he was possessive. He had to remind himself to be gentle with you, however, removing his fingers and inserting them again, wanting to tease you slightly.
You gave a quick tug to his thick hair in retaliation, which he seemed to like as he groaned and leaned back in order to see your face. You couldn't help a satisfied grin, otherwise looking rather empty as you thought of nothing but pleasure.
"Careful there," he said, returning his attention to kissing your neck, marking it with a slight bite. His warm lips on your skin affected you in ways you hadn't thought possible. You wondered why he hadn't put his fingers back inside of you, but you felt him fidget beneath you, until his cock was fully out, brushing back and forth against your sex. The two sensations together, of his lips and his cock, very nearly sent you over the edge embarrassingly soon.
The ghost of pleasure kept pulsating at your core, his hand moving his cock back and forth ever so slowly, sometimes seeming as though he was about to slip in and then releasing altogether from you. You hated it, the absence and the longing, playing tricks with your mind and turning you into some kind of depraved whore.
"Finan, I swear-"
"You swear what, lady?" he taunted you, still not close enough as his arm adjusted its claim around your waist, your breasts squishing into his own chest as you practically kneeled over the top of him, wanting to push him down to finish the job yourself.
"If you don't hump me soon, I will personally ban you from this very alehouse." shocked at your own feistiness, you hadn't imagined Finan to take your word so literally. Before you knew it, your back hit your bed of furs, and Finan now kneeled above you, playing with himself, tugging back and forth, his hard cock so prominent you felt it would break you.
And break you it did. His tip finally breached your walls, before his entire member felt your insides. Your core was so full, so unbelievably full. The pressure seemed to build before he even began to move, and you released several short pants, biting back a moan that he seemed to want to encourage out of you as he moved his hips just slightly, his muscled core meeting your soft, pliable thighs, now up in the air, hanging from his grip.
You were entirely at his mercy, so pliant for him, and so good for him. "I hadn't expected you to listen well, and you proved me right," he started, moving in and out once, so tantalisingly slowly that you felt every curve, vein and pulse going through him, "I told you to be careful, didn't I sweet girl?"
Though he was teasing, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He didn't move until your face lost the scrunch and your eyes opened to look at him, heavy breathing turning into moans as your impatience move.
"Move, Finan." And that was all he needed to hear, moving in and out of you with some force, his hands clamping into the soft flesh of your thighs, still admiring the stockings that you wore, reminding himself to ask you to wear them more often.
Your lips fell open in a gasp when he sped up even more, soft 'good girls' coming from his lips in murmurs. He let go of one of your thighs, letting your leg fall to the bed, while his free hand now moved to your stomach, pressing down on your core and feeling exactly where he was inside of you. He pumped so rhythmically that you began to think you'd truly reached heaven, the additional pressure applied by his strong hands becoming too much for you.
He watched your face, assessing you to ensure you were still comfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way. You felt funny, a strange tingling, almost like a warning, reaching your core.
"F-Finan, I think . . ."
He shushed you, understanding what you meant. Who was he to deny such a lovely maiden what she wanted? "Just breathe, Y/N, don't fight it, sweet girl," he guided you, the pressure of his hand increasing. He maintained his pace, feeling your walls tighten and squeeze around him, clamping so hard he struggled to keep up.
"Come on, there we are," he further encouraged, and normally, you'd tell him to shut up, his words embarrassing you slightly, but you were so filled with delicate pleasure that you couldn't risk losing it. The immense pinch in your core finally snapped, and you were coming around him, pumping him for all he was worth as your arousal came to its peak. Your face made him positively weak at the knees.
"There we go," he cooed, his hand coming to your clit to stimulate you more, though you began begging him not to, trying and failing to grab his wrist in the process. You bit your lip instead, eyes all glossy and strained as you looked at your lover as though he was God. Perhaps he was, because no mortal man should have been able to make you feel so good.
"Please come, Finan." you whined sweetly, and he could never deny you as he had done before. He would listen to you if you told him to do anything, let alone come, which he did gladly, pumping you full of his seed, thinking briefly about the pups you could share. The pups that you would share.
His heart pumped ten times as fast as he bred you, vowing to be the only man to touch you ever again. His possessiveness had seemed to grow in the last hour, and he lifted you suddenly onto his lap, caressing the top of your head as you panted in unison.
"We'll speak properly tomorrow," he began, stroking your now undone hair. Your ribbon barely hung on, and you wound it around his fingers, the fabric reminding him of your sweet confession, something that he knew he would tease you about for years to come, but secretly loved, "sleep for now, love."
He stayed awake for most of the night, observing you every now and then, mostly focusing on the sway of the candlelight. He had seen his lord go through so much, and now he had something too precious to lose, he vowed that the same would not happen to him. Even if it cost him his loyalty.
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Note: requested by an anon!
Warnings: the sickness????
pairing: Sihtric x you (x Finan)
summary: keeping your pregnancy a secret during the sickness did not go as planned
wordcount: 1,1k
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'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'
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'What are you looking for, Finan?' Osferth asked.
'Bodies!' Finan answered, cutting through the tall grass while covering his mouth and nose with a cloth.
You, Sihtric and Osferth glanced at each other as you relaxed and laid back in the grass.
'Eh?' Osferth said for all of you.
'Bodies!' Finan shouted again, 'I know the sickness is close!'
'Why are you shitting yourself?' Sihtric taunts. 
You snort at your husband's remark, who gives you a proud smirk.
'I've seen men as strong as bears at breakfast time,' Finan said, 'gurgling blood and pus by supper time! You little runt!' he snarled.
'Hey!' you gave Finan a disapproving look, but then grinned at Sihtric, loving how easy it was to rile the Irish man up right now.
You had been feeling a little under the weather yourself the past week. You knew if you told Finan, he would completely freak out, which could be funny, as you knew you weren't truly sick. But for Finan's own health, you decided against it.
Your travel continued, by foot. You and Sihtric walked with your fingers laced, and he kept you close at all times. Your husband noticed you hadn't been eating as well as usual, but to not freak Finan out, he decided to not bring it up yet, unless it would get worse or you would show signs of being ill.
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Finan was the only one to hear you vomit one morning, near the river, and he stared at you, deadpan.
'The… the sickness,' he whispered with big eyes, pointing his sword's edge towards you from a safe distance.
'Finan,' you sighed and wiped your mouth, 'it's not the sickness, trust me,' you said and got up from your knees.
But as you set a step closer to Finan, the Irish man immediately took a step back. And so the dance began.
'Finan, don't be ridiculous!' you hissed, 'trust me, I'm fine.'
'Aye,' Finan said, 'and then catch the sickness myself, lady? I don't think so.'
You tried to walk back to camp but Finan blocked your way, from a safe distance still.
'Excuse me?' Your eyebrow raised so high, it almost hurt.
'You can't go back to the others,' Finan said firmly.
'Finan, you will let me go to my husband, right now, or I will cough in your face when you sleep!' you snarled.
Finan grimaced and took several steps back, allowing your passage back to camp, back to Sihtric.
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Finan kept a close eye on you as the days progressed, and he was the only one aware of your early morning sickness. He did find it interesting no one else seemed to get sick like you, and he was especially puzzled that Sihtric didn't catch the sickness, knowing you and him were all over each other the whole day. Which kind of made Finan feel sick, but in a whole different way.
Unfortunately, Finan became more paranoid after the events earlier that day. You and the group you travelled with had been cornered, the only seemingly safe way out was through a river, which was filled with dead bodies, all victims of the horrible sickness. And it all spooked Finan even more.
'We can swim through!' your husband, the oaf, had blurted out, which you told him off for later, in private.
'Sihtric, why are you so reckless?' you asked.
'I am not!' Sihtric retorted, 'I just wanted everyone to get to safety.'
'By suggesting to swim through waters in which dead bodies lay? My love,' you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face. 
You absolutely loved Sihtric, but sometimes you wondered how he was still alive, being the way he is.
Sihtric didn't reply. Looking back, he knew he had been reckless, and he felt bad.
'You know I meant well,' he mumbled.
'I do,' you took his hands, 'but, Sihtric, you have to promise me to try and be more careful. Because I really need you here, with me,' you kissed his cheek, 'alive and well.'
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'Did you wash your hands?' Finan asked you when you were making their dinner later that day.
'Yes. I washed them in that river, with the bodies!' you offered Finan a mean glare, and he returned the same face.
He went to sit at a safe distance while keeping his eyes on you. Sihtric was resting under a tree, several paces away from you, while the others were scouting the surrounding lands.
'You will kill us all,' Finan whispered, 'all of us, lady.'
'Will you shut up!' you hissed, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Sihtric wasn't catching any of this.
'Does Sihtric know? That you're dying?'
'Finan, will you shut your mouth?' you groaned, 'I am not dying! I do not have the sickness!'
'Aye, that's exactly what someone would say who is dying, because of the sickness!'
'Okay, listen,' you said as you had enough, 'don't tell anyone else, okay? But I am not sick. I am pregnant.'
Finan stared at you.
'Pregnant?!' He then blurted out loud.
You tried to hush him, but it was already too late. When you looked back over your shoulder, you saw your husband awake and alert, sitting up in the grass.
'You… you and Sihtric have been fooling around during the sickness?' Finan grimaced.
'Oh, I'm sorry. Just because your cock stops working when someone sneezes, doesn't mean that goes for everyone else!' you hissed.
Finan flared his nostrils. 'Lady, my co-'
'My love?' Sihtric frowned at the heated interaction as he walked over, 'what is going on?'
'You humped your wife while the sickness is going around?' Finan asked, stunned.
Sihtric shrugged and gave Finan a proud smile, 'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'
'And you got her pregnant?!'
'Finan, no!' you yelled. 
But it was too late. Sihtric's jaw had already dropped and his eyes were big, fixated on you.
'Is that… is that true?' he asked as he took your hands, 'darling are you… are we…'
'It's true,' you smiled, 'I carry your pup. And I couldn't be happier. I really wanted to tell you myself,' you said, 'and not like this. But the Irish loud mouth had to ruin it,' you glared at Finan.
Sihtric teared up and even Finan softened now, when he finally realised you weren't a threat to his health.
'Lady,' Finan said as he finally approached you, 'I owe you an apology.'
'Apology?' Sihtric frowned as he pulled you in his arms, 'what did he do, darling?'
'Your friend here has been harassing me for days,' you hissed at Finan, 'he heard me vomit one morning, you know, morning sickness, but he thought I caught the sickness.'
'I did,' Finan admitted, 'and I was wrong. I am sorry.'
'Is that why you're not eating as much lately?' Sihtric asked you, 'I noticed it but as you seemed fine otherwise, I didn't want to scare anyone else.'
'Yes,' you admitted, 'I hoped you wouldn't pick up on it, my love. But I've passed those days already,' you smiled, 'I am feeling good now. Just, maybe, a little worried about the pup, you know? Of course the sickness worries me too.'
'Lady,' Finan said, 'I promise I will look out for you,' he looked at Sihtric, 'I promise, mate. We have to keep your woman safe.'
'I know,' Sihtric swallowed hard, still trying to grasp that he was becoming a father, 'I… I will.'
'We will,' Finan said, 'aye? We will keep her safe.'
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That dialogue 😂😂😂 Just look at hem, cocky boys measuring their d...ks. Love them so much.
Finan: Steapa, do not make me kill you first. That is what I will do. Steapa: Uhtred, do not make me step on your Irishman, for that is what I will do.
Steapa: So the Abbess may enter, but I may not? Finan: We're afraid of the Abbess.
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Something nicer {Sihtric}
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Summary: Sihtric takes care of his family during the night of a storm. 
Dad!Sihtric x Fem!Reader
Warnings: nothing, unless you fear children and a simp of a man :)
Word count: 699 haha nice
Disclaimer: Not proof read, we die like men here. Also have decided to make this a little series of the TLK men being dads because it warms my heart
There had been rumors of a storm hitting, and Sihtric couldn’t be more happy that he had made it home before it hit. The nights had been getting colder, almost unbearably cold. Furs were piled high on all the beds at night, roaring fires hit in hearths to keep the chill at bay. You were curled into Sihtric’s side, your nose cold and red from being the only part of you visible under the mountain of furs you curled under. The man sucked in a breath as your cold nose made contact with his neck, making him shiver. The door to the bedroom creaked open, making the restless man look up, seeing the small figure of your youngest child standing there, holding a small stuffed bear tightly in her arms. 
“Da, it’s so cold.” The little girl cried quietly. Sihtric sighed, sitting up and letting the furs pool around his waist, the cold air hitting his skin. 
“It is.” Sihtric agreed, motioning for his youngest to climb onto the bed. “Lay with your mom, keep her nice and warm and I’ll go get the fires going again, okay?” He cooed softly, tugging the furs over the young girl and kissing her forehead. In your sleep you reached out for your daughter, pulling her closer to you and letting out a soft hum. Both Sihtric and your daughter let out small laughs, before the man stood from the bed and found the closest tunic he could reach. 
The wooden floors were half frozen, sending shocks through him as he quickly rushed to the living room to stoke the fire before heading down the hallway to the children’s room to stoke that one as well. Sihtric almost cursed the day you insisted on giving your children the larger room with a fireplace in it, but they would always come first. He just prayed to the Gods you would be able to move houses soon, somewhere that was much larger and had a fireplace in every room to keep the family warm. 
Your two oldest children were curled together in one bed, shivering under the furs while the man worked quickly to warm them. The middle child, your only son, had abandoned his bed at some point in the night to help keep his older sister warm during the night. Once the fire was roaring once more, Sihtric grabbed some of the extra furs from a chest beside the door and covered the children, kissing both their foreheads before leaving the room quietly. 
When he was finally back in his and (Y/N)’s room, he smiled fondly seeing his wife and youngest child sleeping soundly in each other's arms. He slowly slid back under the covers, reaching over your daughter who laid contently between you two, and pulled the both of you closer to his shivering form. 
“Where did you go?” You asked, your voice laced with sleep as your eyes opened slowly to look at your husband. 
“Just fed the fires.” He told you softly, pushing some of your hair away from your face as he smiled widely. “Gave the children some extra furs to keep them warm until morning.” 
“We need more fireplaces to keep this place warm.” You joked quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. The walls would tend to let in drafts during the colder months, taking all the heat away when the family so desperately needed it. 
“Or a nicer home.” Sihtric mumbled, his eyes growing heavy with the sleep that so desperately called for him. “I will talk to Uhtred in the morning, see if there is something we can do about the cursed cracks in the walls until then.” He promised, placing a tender kiss on your lips before leaning down and kissing your daughter's head. “Just rest darling, the warmth will flow through the house soon.” 
“I’m not the one shivering.” You hummed, placing a warm hand on your husband's arm. He smiled softly, holding you and your daughter tightly as the both of you fell asleep once more. 
He would always wake up at night, to stoke the fires that warmed your family, just until he could provide something nicer. 
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coccham squad + happiness
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valeskafics · 4 months
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"Forbidden Fruit" - Finan x Nun!Reader
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a/n: a request from the lovely @helaelaemond for finan eating out a nun from behind lkfjdgksdfgjkfdjksg
Summary: Finan has his eye on you, the pretty little novice from Hild’s abbey.
Word Count: 1,500
Rating: 18+, Minors DNI
TW: she/her pronouns, afab reader, profanity, innuendo, religion kink, semi public sex, oral f receiving, hair pulling, p in v sex, slight overstim, pretty much porn no plot oops, finan's beard
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the The Last Kingdom characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Is it smart for Finan to lust after you? Absolutely not. You’re Sister Hild’s favorite novice, and she looks upon you like a younger sister. You, with that sweet little secretive smile, those kind eyes, always willing to give a hand to anyone in need. You know how you drive Finan crazy. He’s sure you know. The way you “accidentally” brush past him, apologizing in that dulcet voice of yours. The way you keep your distance but smile at him from across the room, knowing that he’s already looking at you.
Things come to a head when he finds you outside, fetching water from the well to bring back into the abbey. Finan approaches you with a bold and confident stride, gently grabbing you by the hand. You turn back to face him, a slightly impish smile on your lips.
“Have you no shame? Grabbing a nun like that?”
“You are only a novice, little one,” he replies with a charming grin, “And to answer your question, no. I’ve no shame at all.”
“Well, aren’t you charming?”
You roll your eyes in a playful manner, heaving your water bucket over your shoulder. When Finan moves to take it from you, you simply shake your head and continue walking. He respects that, a woman who wishes to hold her on. And he can’t deny that he quite appreciates the view of you from behind, the sway of your hips obvious even underneath that dowdy gray dress that all novitiates where.
“You know,” Finan says, continuing to trail along after you, almost like a lost puppy, ignoring Sihtric’s laughter from many yards away as he watches the scene play out, “I just so happen to be looking for someone to share my bed with tonight. Do you know anyone who might be interested?”
“Perhaps you can try the brothel in town,” you sass, setting your water bucket down, taking a seat on the abbey steps, removing your headpiece when you realize that it is only you and Finan. 
You are comfortable enough with him that you know he won’t tell Sister Hilde about it, only wanting to wipe the sweat from your brow. Finan admires you as you do so, your hair tumbling free, wanting nothing more than to run his hands through it. Sihtric and Uhtred have gone with Hilde to take care of business with Father Beocca, leaving the two of you quite alone in the abbey.
“The warmth of a wench from a brothel is no match for you, my little nun,” he winks, “Nothing like a little bit of forbidden fruit.”
You raise a finger, pointing it in his face, though a smile spreads across your features, “God is watching, you cheeky Irishman.”
“And who is to say He does not approve of my adoration of you? Hm?” Finan leans in, nudging your shoulder with his own, “You are too beautiful for me to resist, little nun. You ought to be aware of that.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?”
You burst into giggles at his words and at the way he gives you a sly little grin and responds, “Yes, entirely.” Finan pauses before asking you curiously, “Have you ever kissed a man before?”
“Once,” you tell him truthfully, “When I was, oh, maybe fourteen.”
“Then I can be the second man you kiss,” Finan smirks, pulling you into his lap, chuckling at the yelp of surprise you let out, “And who knows? I might even be able to convince you to make me the third, fourth, and fifth as well.”
You shake your head, hiding your face as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, “You stop that.”
“Make me,” Finan taunts, pressing his lips to your neck, his beard tickling your soft skin, “I’m sure I could convince you, pretty one.”
You gasp softly as he stands, pulling you along by the hand into the abbey, closing the doors behind you, making sure no one can follow the two of you in. Finan’s lips find yours, crashing down on them in a desperate, passionate kiss. You don’t kiss back at first, but that feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you, crushing you to his chest, his lips moving against yours so perfectly, his warm brown eyes gazing upon you with true admiration.
You give in, your hands moving to run through his soft brown hair as he gently lays you back on one of the pews, moving to lay atop you. He tugs at the sash holding your robes together, drawing in a sharp breath as it falls away, revealing the simple white shift you wear underneath. Finan lets out a low groan, his cock growing hard in his pants as he barely manages to rasp out.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty one.”
You do as he asks, wondering what on earth he’s planning to do, letting out a quiet little whine as he lands a harsh slap on your arse. Finan admires the way it jiggles, the way you rub your thighs together as if you’re desperate for him to just fucking do something. And God, does he do something. Your arms nearly cave in on themselves as you feel his tongue moving against your cunt. You gasp as he gives you a few teasing licks, his large, calloused hands holding your thighs apart. And when Finan’s tongue delves inside you, you’re helpless to do anything but stay there, crouched like that, and take the onslaught of pleasure he’s giving you. You are no stranger to self pleasure, often finding your fingers wandering to the apex between your thighs late at night alone in the abbey, begging God for forgiveness as you pretend your fingers are Finan’s. But nothing could have ever prepared you for this. For the feeling of him fucking you so relentlessly with his tongue.
And when you let out a keening moan, spilling yourself on his lips, he merely continues lapping at your sensitive folds, his fingers moving to rub at your pearl, loving the way you whine for him to stop, only to chase his lips with your hips when he pretends that he’s letting you go. You want him, just as badly as he wants you, he realizes, bringing you to the edge of ecstasy not once but twice more on his tongue, loving the taste of you, the little noises you make, everything about this moment.
Finan helps you to your feet, bending you over the pew in front of you as he undoes his breeches, sheathing himself inside you with a low growl of your name. His cock is so thick that it feels as if the man is going to tear you apart when he starts fucking into you, his stones slapping against your arse, one of his hands on your hips holding you in place while the other tugs at your hair. You stay like that, feeling him fill you over and over, the tip of his length brushing against that spot deep inside you you’re never quite able to reach, making you all but scream his name, the noise echoing through the abbey. Every lewd noise he makes, every snap of his hips against yours, everything echoes through the abbey.
“Going to fuck you so full of me that you never want to leave me, pretty girl,” he rasps against your ear, biting down on your shoulder, “You’re going to be my wife, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you whimper, “God, forgive me, I want to be your wife, Finan.”
“I love you,” he says, moving faster and faster, one of his hands moving to your pearl, rubbing at it, bringing you closer to the edge once more, “I have since the moment I met you.”
“I love you too,” you whisper, letting go and soaking his cock with the evidence of your peak, feeling him spend himself inside you mere moments later.
You cannot bring yourself to regret what you have done, even when Sister Hild scolds the two of you. Sihtric and Uhtred laugh, while Osferth blushes, flustered at the realization of what has happened.
But, as you stand there, Finan’s hand in yours, as Father Beocca marries the two of you in the eyes of God and those you love, you know you have made the right decision.
Finan leans in to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands as though you are some precious gem, breaking away only to whisper his words of unending love and devotion, that he will love you for the rest of your life. That he will take care of you and make sure you never regret leaving your life at the abbey behind. You wrap your arms around him, giggling as that damned beard of his tickles your neck as he nuzzles against you.
You know already that you could never regret choosing him, resting your head against his chest as your friends shower you in their love and congratulations.
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finan + osferth - 4.08
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