Ravish Her

He pushed her hand out of the way and continued to slide it along the slope of her waist, moving his palm forward until he placed it right on her mound.

She was hot, scorching even, and his cock gave a mighty jerk. He’d put leather back on, and only did so because it would help his desires be stemmed off slightly. He didn’t want to frighten her, but wanted her to get used to the feeling of him touching her.

Moving his hand lower until he cupped her pussy, the only thing blocking him from her bare heat and flesh was the fabric of her shift. He rubbed her, touched her in a way that had her ass pressed right up against his cock and had her murmuring things in a soft, breathy voice.

The murmurs spilling from her were soft but a little strained. He wished he knew what she spoke of, but soon he’d correct that. Soon, she’d speak his language, and he could tell her that she was irrevocably his.

Her hands were tightly woven in the hides, had the material wrapped between her little fingers hard enough that her knuckles were white. He rubbed her, applied enough pressure that he started to feel her wetness seep through the material, and growled out in approval.

He wouldn’t fuck her, not until he knew she was ready and willing for him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make them both feel good in the meantime.

“So soft and sweet, wet and mine, wife,” he said right by her ear. The way she trembled for him, tried to push him away yet pressed her ass closer to his groin, told him that this female was strong-willed as much as she was giving. He didn’t expect her to give in so easily, or at least he didn’t want her to.

Stian didn’t want a weak female. He was a warrior, and because of that, he required a woman who could give as good as she took. She’d need to be able to protect herself and take a life if need be.

“You’ll make a good wife, a good mother to my strong sons,” he whispered against her ear. He would teach her his language, show her how they could communicate with each other eventually.

Until then, they could use their bodies to say what they needed. He removed his hand when she started shaking slightly, grabbed her chin, and turned her head so she was looking at him.

She said a string of words, soft, low, but heated and aroused. Agata lowered her gaze to his mouth and spoke again. “So crazy. I shouldn’t be wanting the things I do at the moment.”

He watched her lips move, loved that they were full, pink, and slightly glossy because she kept licking at them.

The way she spoke told him she was right here with him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and he heard her inhale deeply. “Soon, Agata Soon, I’ll fill you with my seed and make you big and swollen with my sons. You’ll be mine until the gods take the sun and moon away.” He leaned back and rested against the hides, pulled her close, and kept her tightly to him.

He meant everything he said, even if she didn’t know what he spoke. She would though, and then she’d realize that although he was a beast, a bastard by all accounts, he’d never let her go.

9

Days. It had been days since she’d been taken to this hut, woken up with a chain around her ankle, and realized her life was not hers anymore.

She’d barely spoken since that night he held her, touched her, and whispered things in his language that probably meant she was his.

He had no intention of letting her go; that was clear by the way he watched her like a hawk, always making sure he knew where she was. Right now, she sat on the chair in front of the fire.

The nights were becoming almost frigid in temperature, and the days were so chilled that she found herself in front of these flames, watching Stian. When he did leave the hut, it was for short intervals, but he’d always keep her ankle tethered to the wall.

It was a masterful knot, with leather and metal worked into it, making it iron-tight and unbreakable.

Right now, she watched him clean the flesh of a pig, gut it, and slice it into several pieces and sizes. He hung up some, preserving it by drying it out, and she’d even seen him going to a small shed-type building a few feet from the hut. Smoke billowed out of it, and she had to guess it was a smoke hut of some sort.

Since waking up in this weird world, Agata had been thinking a lot about what that old woman said. The few times she looked outside, all she saw was thick woods surrounding her, but she felt the breeze come from the distance and knew there had to be water close.