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You had yourself perched on top of the bar watching as the Coccham men’s antics had your sides in stitches from laughing so hard. It didn’t help that the ale had flowed particularly freely that evening. After a long days work in the ale house and enjoying maybe one too many mugs along with the patrons, your head was feeling rather floaty.

You had worked for Rodrick, the tavern owner, for many years. It wasn’t uncommon for him to retire to his room upstairs with his wife and trust you to ensure Uhtred and his men did not burn the place down or drink all of the ale.

It was an unspoken rule that when the last call was made, that did not apply to Lord Uhtred. He and his men brought good money into the establishment and while a bit loud and rowdy at times, they rarely caused any real damage.

Tonight happened to be a night like that. Rodrick had retired and you were left downstairs with Uhtred, Finan, Osferth, and Sihtric. The men pulling you into their drinking and merrymaking.

“One more round, Y/N! Only one more and then we will be out of your hair!” Finan hollered while draping himself across the bar next to you in order to reach for another mug.

“Quiet down, Finan!” You shushed. “Rodrick and his wife sleep right above us, you big buffoon. And you can have one more round but you’re helping yourself. I’m not standing up again, my back is killing me.” And if truth were told, if you stood up you were worried you may falter. You made a conscious thought to refrain from drinking that much with the men again. You still had to finish up your closing duties but all you really wanted to do was either keep laughing and enjoying their company or curl up and fall asleep.

Sihtric slumped back against your legs and without pausing to think you opened them to allow him to drape his strong arms around each of your thighs. None of Uhtred’s men had ever been so forward as to touch you so intimately. And you would never had allowed it. But something in Sihtric’s touch, his warmth made you relax even more. The Dane had always caught your eye and his gentle smile regularly gave you flutters in your stomach. And in the quiet hours of the night, you had often given yourself over to your more primal desires while imagining his strong arms holding you. His fingers moving against your folds, finding your sensitive nub. Breathing your name into your ear.

Sihtric’s deep voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Whatever would we do without you in our lives, Y/N?” He questioned while taking a swig from his own mug.

“Oy, you would find another barmaid to keep your cups full and put up with your loud mouths,” you quipped while trying to stave off the images your mind had begun to conjure.

“I do not have a loud mouth!” He protested in mock injury.

“You, Sihtric, have a very loud mouth when you have been drinking!” You reached up to push his head forward in a playful gesture and found that you didn’t bring your hand away afterwards. Instead your fingers began twisting themselves around the soft tendrils of his dark curls.

Feeling more courageous than usual, you brought your other hand to rest on his shoulder. Slowly you began kneading the taught muscles of his back.

As if on instinct, Sihtric’s own hands began drawing long, firm strokes down your thighs.

You kept up a slow and steady pace, pressing the pad of your thumb and the heel of your palm into his shoulder while gently drifting the fingers of your other hand along his scalp.

You felt a low and throaty moan rumble deep in his chest at your touch. Leaning his head back to rest between your breasts, he was flush against your body.

“Your hands are like magic, Y/N. Do not stop,” he commanded. His voice no longer loud. The tone of his words and the feel of one of his hands moving to the innermost side of your thigh caused a sudden rush of heat to find your center. You felt a moisture creep into your folds and were surprised when you heard your own voice, husky and slow with drink.

“I will not stop so long as you don’t stop either.”

To emphasize your desire, you slowly pulled his hair bringing his ear close to your mouth to breathe along the sensitive skin of his neck.

Reading your signals, Sihtric twisted to slide one of his hands farther along the inside of your thigh. Slowly. Deftly. Without bringing attention from his brothers who had finished their last swallows of ale and we’re making their departure.

You heard Uhtred call to Sihtric as they walked out of the door , “we are leaving. Give Y/N some space so she can close and get to bed.”

“Go on. I will help her close up tonight.” Sihtric called over his shoulder as his eyes met yours.

“And I will get her to bed,” he finished before he twisted to fully face you.

A rush of heat had settled across your cheeks and you could feel your slit swelling, pooling with moisture wanting his touch.

“Touch me, Sihtric.”

The Dane wasted no time shoving the fabric of your dress up and around your waist. And his fingers cupped your sex, feeling it slick with desire.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your throat as you felt the pressure as his fingers explored you.

“So wet,” he moaned through his teeth. “Is this all for me, Y/N?”

“Yes. I’ve wanted to feel you touching me for a long time,” you confessed.

“Like this?” His lifted one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as he slid one long finger slowly up and down your slit before curling it deep inside you.

He smiled and placed nipping kisses along your leg when he heard the noises that came from your lips.

“Or like this?” His voice was low and rumbled in his chest as he slid a second finger into your cunt.

You had your hands bracing yourself on the bar top as your hip bucked at the sensation.

Never stopping the rhythm of his fingers, Sihtric began trailing his lips down your thigh.

“Or maybe you wanted me to touch you like this?”

And then his mouth was on you. His tongue exploring the sensitive nub at your core and his fingers continuing to slide, in and out.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ve wanted you to touch me like that.”

You lay down on the bar, arching you back as your body responded to his tongue lapping at all of your sensitive nerves.

Your hand found his hair again and twisted in the silky curls. Feeling your orgasim building, your grip tightened and pulled him closer into you.

He growled and you felt it along your folds. The scratch of his beard rough and welcome.

Suddenly, you felt cold as his mouth left tlu and he removed his fingers.

“Not yet, Y/N.”

Sihtric brought himself back up to meet you and all at once his mouth was on yours. The taste of yourself on his lips caused a new wave or pleasure to ripple through you.

Before you could settle into a new rhythm with his kiss, he backed up pulling you off the bar with him.

Your hands cupped the bulge in his pants and he groaned as he gripped your hair pulling your face back to meet his kiss once more.

“Take me out, Y/N”

And you did as you were told.

You gripped his length and as you stroked him felt the drops of precum providing you lubrication.

Sihtric pulled you with him as he walked for a chair and sat down.

Straddling him, you lowered yourself into his rigid dick, mewling with pleasure as the size of him stretched you wide.

Slowly, you began to ride him gasping noiselessly as you ground his length deep into your walls then slowly pulled yourself back almost to the point of taking him out of you.

Each round of your hips bringing you both closer to orgasim.

Before you could cum, Sihtric gripped your hair at the base of your neck stilling your movements.

“Be still, Y/N,” he commanded.

You whined and tried shifting your hips against him more but he pulled harder exsposing your neck to him as he nipped it.

“Tell me how you want me”

“I want you Sihtric.” You gasped needing him to let you move against him. Needing to find your release.

“Make me cum, Sihtric. Fuck me.”

Only after hearing you beg, Sihtric began rolling his own hips once more and pushing his length into you, filling you completely.

His hand stayed tangled in your hair and you found your own hand gripping his hair. With his free hand, he strokes and circles your clit.

You feel the tension in your body building as he thrusts up into you.

Each thrust bringing you closer to the edge until you finally come apart moaning his name.

You continue to ride him, keeping your hands entwined in his hair. You pull his face to meet yours and watch as he rides his orgasim.

Afterwards, as you are slumped into his body he traces lazy lines along your back and grips your ass.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time?” He remarks smirking.

“A very long time.”

“And what made you act on it tonight, love?”

“Just a little liquid courage, I guess.”

And you both chuckled as you weaved your fingers into his hair and kissed his beautiful jaw.

~~~~~~~ el fin ~~~~~~~~

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The air was thick with the humidity of summer. Tiny beads of sweat peppered your flesh. One drop slowly made its way from your neck to slide down your chest and across your breast. The trail agonizingly slow and placing a strain on your already sensitive skin.

A hand reached out, slowly catching the moisture, gently rubbing it back and forth across your erect nipple. Gentle, smooth, circles. Thrilling your responsive nerves.

Cool metal caused your shoulders to shiver, despite that sweltering heat, as his rings grazed your skin when he cupped your other breast in his rough, calloused hand. Gently at first, then with slightly more force, he pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the sensitive nub with expert deftness.

You arched into his body as you felt his tongue slide across your nipple, licking the salty moisture and then nipping at your fleshy skin.

The whiskers from his beard scratched at the sensitive nerves of your nipple before he placed it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around in languid circles.

“Sihtric,” you breathed as your hand found his wrist, guiding it away from your chest to place his fingers at the opening to your core, “touch me. Please.”

He followed your words and slowly slid two fingers into your folds, finding you dripping and ready for him.

“You like that, Y/N?”

You mewled an affirmation at him, not even knowing if it was words you said or just sounds.

His fingers had begun a gentle rhythm gliding up and down across your clit and easing off and on pressure against your mound.

“So wet for me, Y/N. Say it. Tell me how wet you are, Y/N.”

“I’m wet for you, Sihtric. You make me so wet.”

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As it so often is with dreaming, your body decides to begin waking from your slumber at this unfortunate moment. Cursing the timing of your dream, you wonder what had occurred to wake you. The hall you were resting in remained quiet and still in the night air. The only sounds coming from the muffled snores of your companions and the soft crackle remaining from your cookfire. In traveling across Daneland, moving to reclaim Bebbanburg for Uhtred, you had found the old and abandoned hall sat atop a low hill. It provided a safe, sheltered place to camp for the night.

Stifling a groan, you place your fist between your legs and squeeze them tight together, attempting to relieve the built up pressure from your dream.

After rocking against your own hand for a few moments, knowing you will not find a release, you throw off your thin blanket. Tossing your legs off of your bench, you pad your feet across the hall to reach the door and step out into the warm, smothering summer night.

Walking around the corner of the hall, you hope to encounter a breeze to relieve the heat, but the air is still.

The moisture between your legs is a reminder of the frustration of waking. Sighing, you wonder towards the low stone wall that surrounds the hall. You rest your arms on top and tilt your head back, breathing in the air and gazing up at the stars.

Without warning, you feel a hand snake around to cover your mouth and another grasp your waist as a warm, solid body presses close behind you, trapping you between the wall.

Instinctively, you reach for the knife sheathed on your hip, but your attacker anticipates the move and grasps your wrist, stopping you cold.

You still as you hear his voice, “You should not be out here by yourself, Y/N. This is Daneland afterall. Next time it might be a different Dane who finds you alone.”

Sihtric’s mouth is so close, you can feel the movement of his lips against your ear. His voice is soft and firm.

Slowly, after several moments, he moves his hand away from your mouth and brings his arm back to rest on your hip, releasing your wrist.

But he does step away. Instead his hand moves to pull your hair away and reveal the curve of your neck.

“What are you doing?” You manage to breathe with only a small quiver in your voice at having his body so close, his fingers touching you so softly.

“I heard you, in the hall.” he whispers.

“I tried to leave quietly.”

“I heard you before that, Y/N. In your sleep.”

Shocked, you crane your neck to turn and meet his face, the tip of your nose meeting his.

“And what did you hear?” Your voice is low, barely a whisper.

“You spoke my name, Y/N.” Sihtric’s voice matches yours, deep and rumbling. The heat in your center is renewed.

Your eyes meet his as you feel his strong, rough hand creep back around to grasp your throat and the hand holding your hip slides across to the slow flesh of your abdomen, one finger tracing the edge of your pants.

“Mmmm, yes.” You affirm and watch as his gaze moves down to watch your lips. They’re parted slightly as your breath has become slow and husky.

“Something about being wet, Y/N. And my name.” His eyes track back to yours and you feel his fingers slide just below the line of your pants.

There is a question in his stare. And a look of pure lust.

“I was watching you, Y/N, while you slept. Watching you and wanting you. Wanting to touch you. To kiss you.” His voice is dangerously low. And you squirm under his touch, feeling more moisture, creeping from inside your core. The throb of desire, torturous and delicious.

“I have wanted you for a while, Y/N. I want to be inside of you. I thought that you wanted that too and then I heard you tonight. Purring my name. Hips moving in your sleep. Is this what you want, Y/N? Tell me no and I will stop,” he confessed while laying slow kisses and sliding his tongue across your neck.

Sihtric’s fingers had slid slowly lower, gently grazing your skin and his thumb on your throat drew slow circles.

You raised your hand to his face, pulling his lips to meet yours as your other hand guided his further to your folds.

“I want you, Sihtric.” You whisper against his lips and gasp as you finally feel him begin rubbing along the top of your sensitive nub, then lower to slick his fingers in your wetness.

He growls, feeling how wet your body is at his touch. “You are wet for me. All for me, Y/N.”

“Yes, Sihtric. Only for you.”

His hand leaves your throat to travel down undoing the laces to then shove your pants to your knees, exposing your ass to him and giving his hands unhindered access to your pleasure.

You lean your body back to rock against him and shiver as he enters two fingers inside your slit. Your hand finding his neck again as you grasp at him behind you.

“I have needed this. Needed to feel you for so long, Y/N.”

His words are caught in his throat as you wedge your free hand between you to stoke along the bulge of his cock, strained against his pants.

Sihtric removes his fingers from you and uses your fluid to stimulate and pulse along your clit making you momentarily forget your own ministrations of his cock.

You brace yourself against him, one hand on the stones in front of you and one holding onto him. He groans, feeling your ass grinding against him and the swelling of your cunt.

“My Gods, Y/N”

Feeling brave in your ardor, you turn to face him, kicking your pants off and pulling at the lacing on his pants. You slide them down, freeing his erection.

“I need more than your fingers, Sihtric.”

“As you command, Y/N.”

He uses the moisture from your cunt to wet himself and then, with the strength of the warrior he is, grips your waist to hike you up between himself and the wall.

His girth as he enters you stretches your walls, painfully at first. But he is still, watching for your face to relax.

“You’re so big, Sihtric.” You gasp. Slowly the discomfort gives way to a delicious fullness as you begin to rock your hips on him.

“God, you fill me up so much. Your cock is so good in me, Sihtric,” you pant as he begins to meet your rocking with his own.

He holds you up with one of his arms, ths muscles tight and strong around your body. Freeing his other hand, to bring those fingers you love back between your two bodys. He rubs along your clit, in rhythm with your bodies, but his eyes lever leave your face.

“You are gorgeous, Y/N. So fucking beautiful. The faces you make with my cock inside of you.”

“It is so good to me,” you whisper through ragged breaths.

“Put me down, Sihtric. Let me ride you.”

Sihtric does as commanded, gently removing himself and lowering you to the ground. He drops to his knees and licks at your folds, sucking at your swollen nub before rolling back to allow you to straddle his lap.

Slowly, you ease him inside you. His eyes never leave your face, seeing every twitch and hearing every short gasp escape your lips.

You have waited for so long to feel him inside of you, desiring his touch from afar. It does not take long for you to feel your climax building. He can read you and feel the clench of your walls around him.

He brings his hands up to grasp at your back and brings your body forward, exposing your neck to his mouth. His tongue trails along your collarbone and you feel his teeth nip at your flesh, then the pressure as he finds a sensitive crook to leave his mark. You can feel the bruise of his kiss already forming.

His hand reaches up beneath your shirt to graze his fingers across your nipple, finding it hard and swollen. In sync with the rock of your hips, he flicks his fingers across your nipple and the sensation sends shock waves across your whole body.

You throw your head back as you find your ecstasy. Clenching your walls around him, you ride your orgasim and moan his name.

You feel his hips buck and he is not far behind you in his climax. He grips your hips hard enough to leave bruises and buries his face against your chest breathing heavily.

After a few moments, slowing his breathing and holding your body close, Sihtric flips his body over to lay on the ground, bringing you with him to lay entwined.

He laughs deep in his chest while clutching you to him and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you for talking in your sleep, love.”

You can feel his lips smiling against your face as he continues.

“Otherwise I would have never had the courage to confront you with my desires.”

You chuckle and look up to his eyes, “Sihtric, the great Danish warrior, Oathman to Uhtred, was afraid of me?”

Sihtric kisses your lips and replies with a grin, “no longer, Y/N.”

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