It’s Better When it Feels Wrong part3
I were mentally preparing myself for the strike when his fingers paused at the column of my neck.
An involuntary gasp left my lips as they began to tighten, winding around my windpipe like a snake on its prey.
“Look at you,” he cooed, “so trusting. I wonder if you actually want this or if you just have a desire to avoid me killing you.” One of his large hands was still firmly grasped on my neck while the other slithered its way down my torso, his middle finger roughly dipping into the center of me.
He chuckled when he pulled the hand away, marveling at the glistening slick on the digit.
“I knew you were a little whore, look at how wet you are. Why don’t you see for yourself?”
I refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging my arousal, shifting my eyes to stare down at the floor. His hand tightened around my neck, pushing me back up to face him.
“Behave yourself, vænn , unless you’d like me to take you over my knee again?”
The remaining burn of my backside was enough to force me to cooperate with him, not wanting any more attention paid to the sore flesh.
I reluctantly brought my eyes back to his face, parting my lips just so that he could slide the wet finger between them. He grinned at my compliance, pressing down softly on my tongue as i sucked it clean.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he praised, “you were made for this. For me.”
He took his finger from my mouth but kept the other hand tight. “What do you think, shall I take you now?”
He asked, pressing back into my wetness with his fingertip.
“Certainly you’re ready.”
Suddenly the realization of what Ivar was about to do came flooding over me, and i tried to wriggle away from his grasp. “Ivar, you cannot…” i gasped as his grip around my throat tightened.
A warm tingling began taking over my body as he denied me air for only a moment.
“Oh, Samantha who is to stop me?” His laugh was dark, unlike anything i had ever heard.
This wasn’t the Ivar i had known. This Ivar was confident in his abilities, bloodthirsty, and prepared to take what he wanted, by whatever means necessary.
He pinned me down effortlessly to the furs of his bed with his torso, nudging my things apart with his hips.
I could feel his erection pressing into my lower stomach, long and heavy again with his need.
“Ivar do not do this! You do not have to do this,” i pleaded with him.
He groaned at my words, pressing closer into my heat.
He attached his lips to my collarbone, kissing and biting in an attempt to silence me.
“You do not understand, do you?” he taunted, “you will learn your place and when your father realizes his precious daughter is no longer untouched, well- your hand in marriage will not be up for negotiation with Rick, will it?”
I squirmed at his words, hopelessly trying to wiggle out from underneath him.
Obviously done speaking, Ivar began to press inside me completely, holding tightly onto my hips to keep me spread open. The thickness of his cock was almost unbearable, incessantly tearing away at my maidenhood.
I cried out at the pain but he was intent on having his way, enjoying the way his name sounded falling fearfully from my lips.
Ivar had never felt more powerful than he did at that moment, completely overwhelmed at how small and frail my felt under his body.
He knew that it would hurt when he first took me but was unprepared for the amount of blood that finally claiming my would produce.
When he pulled away from me, he was entranced at the few drops that fell on the linens, moaning as his cock twitched in delight.
“That’s right, bleed for me, áræði . Mark up these sheets so that no-one dares to question who you belong to.” He sheathed himself fully back inside me, my body spasming as it struggled to stretch around the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Do you feel that? Your kunta is welcoming me to its home,” he gasped hotly in my ear.
I began to whimper as his thrusts became more erratic, small sparks of pleasure igniting in my lower regions.
“Ivar,” he smirked as i moaned his name, bringing his thumb down to rub at my clit.
“I want you to come apart with me. Let yourself feel everything that I give to you.”
His hips slowly began tiring, thrusts growing sloppy as he approached his peak.
As Ivar finally hit the edge of his pleasure, hot seed pumping deep inside of me, i hit yours as well.
My legs trembled with the contractions of my inner walls, his husky sounds of pleasure more arousing than i could have imagined.
He let himself soften inside of me before pulling out, watching the mixture of the two of us and my blood spill onto his bed.
I didn’t move when he crawled off of me, retrieving a cloth from the basin on the table, too lost in the shock waves of my orgasm.
“Spread your legs for me, áræði ” he commanded, kneeling at the foot of the bed once again.
I shook you head no, exhausted and terrified that he was going to touch my already over-stimulated body.
He laid a soft kiss on my knee cap, causing my leg to jerk away from the contact.
“Shh… I’m not going to hurt you anymore. We’re done, I just want to clean you.”
I relaxed a bit at that, allowing my knees to fall open so that Ivar could begin to wipe away the dried blood from my thighs.
The warm wetness of the cloth was soothing, and i sighed as he rubbed over a few of the cuts.
If i would have had any of my wits about me, i would have been appalled at the thought of a man so intimately washing me.
After the events that just occurred, however, this seemed a puppy-dog declaration of love.
Ivar was intensely focused on the what he was doing. No longer fueled by his anger and lust, his mind was clear to lavish attention to my body, he carefully tended to every mark his blade had made, extremely aware of the sickening enjoyment he got when he thought of them scarring marking me as his forever.
“Scoot down a bit, let me clean your breasts.”
I didn’t fight at all this time, sliding my back across the covers of the bed.
He helped me by tugging on my ankle, lying it over his lap when i got close enough.
He worked the warm cloth against my chest, his eyes widening slightly when he realized the extent of the damage he had done.
Several long cuts stretched across my chest and hips, and several smaller ones marked my abdomen. The biggest wound he caused, though, he knew wasn’t from his knife. His thumbs gently stroked my sides, the rag forgotten and brought his forehead to rest on my lower stomach.
He let it rise and fall with the steady rhythm of my breathing, wondering why i hadn’t tried to run away from him yet.
I looked down at his furrowed brow, trying to decide what must be going on in his tormented mind.
He sighed when my fingers began to drag themselves through his long hair, acting on their own accord. At first, he stiffened from the unexpected touch, but his whole body seemed to deeply relax once he understood what it meant.
“Ivar,” i whispered, “I’m not upset with you.”
His deep blue eyes met mine, a storm of emotion hidden in them. At that moment, i understood Ivar would never fully let me inside his walls, his soul was dark and he would forever be haunted by his demons, but i also didn’t care.
I had never seen him more at peace than i did when he was marking up my skin, and if that is what he needed from me, i had no reservations about being his personal sacrifice.
An involuntary gasp left my lips as they began to tighten, winding around my windpipe like a snake on its prey.
“Look at you,” he cooed, “so trusting. I wonder if you actually want this or if you just have a desire to avoid me killing you.” One of his large hands was still firmly grasped on my neck while the other slithered its way down my torso, his middle finger roughly dipping into the center of me.
He chuckled when he pulled the hand away, marveling at the glistening slick on the digit.
“I knew you were a little whore, look at how wet you are. Why don’t you see for yourself?”
I refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging my arousal, shifting my eyes to stare down at the floor. His hand tightened around my neck, pushing me back up to face him.
“Behave yourself, vænn , unless you’d like me to take you over my knee again?”
The remaining burn of my backside was enough to force me to cooperate with him, not wanting any more attention paid to the sore flesh.
I reluctantly brought my eyes back to his face, parting my lips just so that he could slide the wet finger between them. He grinned at my compliance, pressing down softly on my tongue as i sucked it clean.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” he praised, “you were made for this. For me.”
He took his finger from my mouth but kept the other hand tight. “What do you think, shall I take you now?”
He asked, pressing back into my wetness with his fingertip.
“Certainly you’re ready.”
Suddenly the realization of what Ivar was about to do came flooding over me, and i tried to wriggle away from his grasp. “Ivar, you cannot…” i gasped as his grip around my throat tightened.
A warm tingling began taking over my body as he denied me air for only a moment.
“Oh, Samantha who is to stop me?” His laugh was dark, unlike anything i had ever heard.
This wasn’t the Ivar i had known. This Ivar was confident in his abilities, bloodthirsty, and prepared to take what he wanted, by whatever means necessary.
He pinned me down effortlessly to the furs of his bed with his torso, nudging my things apart with his hips.
I could feel his erection pressing into my lower stomach, long and heavy again with his need.
“Ivar do not do this! You do not have to do this,” i pleaded with him.
He groaned at my words, pressing closer into my heat.
He attached his lips to my collarbone, kissing and biting in an attempt to silence me.
“You do not understand, do you?” he taunted, “you will learn your place and when your father realizes his precious daughter is no longer untouched, well- your hand in marriage will not be up for negotiation with Rick, will it?”
I squirmed at his words, hopelessly trying to wiggle out from underneath him.
Obviously done speaking, Ivar began to press inside me completely, holding tightly onto my hips to keep me spread open. The thickness of his cock was almost unbearable, incessantly tearing away at my maidenhood.
I cried out at the pain but he was intent on having his way, enjoying the way his name sounded falling fearfully from my lips.
Ivar had never felt more powerful than he did at that moment, completely overwhelmed at how small and frail my felt under his body.
He knew that it would hurt when he first took me but was unprepared for the amount of blood that finally claiming my would produce.
When he pulled away from me, he was entranced at the few drops that fell on the linens, moaning as his cock twitched in delight.
“That’s right, bleed for me, áræði . Mark up these sheets so that no-one dares to question who you belong to.” He sheathed himself fully back inside me, my body spasming as it struggled to stretch around the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Do you feel that? Your kunta is welcoming me to its home,” he gasped hotly in my ear.
I began to whimper as his thrusts became more erratic, small sparks of pleasure igniting in my lower regions.
“Ivar,” he smirked as i moaned his name, bringing his thumb down to rub at my clit.
“I want you to come apart with me. Let yourself feel everything that I give to you.”
His hips slowly began tiring, thrusts growing sloppy as he approached his peak.
As Ivar finally hit the edge of his pleasure, hot seed pumping deep inside of me, i hit yours as well.
My legs trembled with the contractions of my inner walls, his husky sounds of pleasure more arousing than i could have imagined.
He let himself soften inside of me before pulling out, watching the mixture of the two of us and my blood spill onto his bed.
I didn’t move when he crawled off of me, retrieving a cloth from the basin on the table, too lost in the shock waves of my orgasm.
“Spread your legs for me, áræði ” he commanded, kneeling at the foot of the bed once again.
I shook you head no, exhausted and terrified that he was going to touch my already over-stimulated body.
He laid a soft kiss on my knee cap, causing my leg to jerk away from the contact.
“Shh… I’m not going to hurt you anymore. We’re done, I just want to clean you.”
I relaxed a bit at that, allowing my knees to fall open so that Ivar could begin to wipe away the dried blood from my thighs.
The warm wetness of the cloth was soothing, and i sighed as he rubbed over a few of the cuts.
If i would have had any of my wits about me, i would have been appalled at the thought of a man so intimately washing me.
After the events that just occurred, however, this seemed a puppy-dog declaration of love.
Ivar was intensely focused on the what he was doing. No longer fueled by his anger and lust, his mind was clear to lavish attention to my body, he carefully tended to every mark his blade had made, extremely aware of the sickening enjoyment he got when he thought of them scarring marking me as his forever.
“Scoot down a bit, let me clean your breasts.”
I didn’t fight at all this time, sliding my back across the covers of the bed.
He helped me by tugging on my ankle, lying it over his lap when i got close enough.
He worked the warm cloth against my chest, his eyes widening slightly when he realized the extent of the damage he had done.
Several long cuts stretched across my chest and hips, and several smaller ones marked my abdomen. The biggest wound he caused, though, he knew wasn’t from his knife. His thumbs gently stroked my sides, the rag forgotten and brought his forehead to rest on my lower stomach.
He let it rise and fall with the steady rhythm of my breathing, wondering why i hadn’t tried to run away from him yet.
I looked down at his furrowed brow, trying to decide what must be going on in his tormented mind.
He sighed when my fingers began to drag themselves through his long hair, acting on their own accord. At first, he stiffened from the unexpected touch, but his whole body seemed to deeply relax once he understood what it meant.
“Ivar,” i whispered, “I’m not upset with you.”
His deep blue eyes met mine, a storm of emotion hidden in them. At that moment, i understood Ivar would never fully let me inside his walls, his soul was dark and he would forever be haunted by his demons, but i also didn’t care.
I had never seen him more at peace than i did when he was marking up my skin, and if that is what he needed from me, i had no reservations about being his personal sacrifice.
7 years ago
