#osferth

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But later in his life he found the true meaning. And now he believed those cursed words more than ever. He saw his lord and friends take wives, build homes. His desire for love, a home and to build—something to last for his family, it grew every day.

You needed money, a small patch of land, and an estate in order to have a wife. The recipe of a fulfilled life. That was what he told himself.

But he had nothing—no land to call his own, no field to cultivate, and only a small pouch at his belt filled with a few silver and copper coins.

In his eyes, it was nothing.

There was a celebration going on in the great hall. He couldn’t remember what Sihtric had said. Maybe something about a Danish god of light. He sadly didn’t remember. Something about giving thanks, which was all he remembered.

He sat in his lord’s hall, watching her—the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Her laugh was pure and sweet, like church bells after a Sunday mass. Her eyes sparkled like crystal-clear water. He wanted to sink into them and drown helplessly.

But he had no house, no land, and certainly no money.

He was Osferth, bastard of King Alfred the Great. A warrior monk serving under his lord Uthred of Bebbenburg.

He laughed humourlessly under his breath. A bastard of noble birth and a sell sword.

“Are you alright, Osferth?” The sweet voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts.

He jumped and looked up to see her. A smile adorning her face, her hair framing it. “Ye-yes, of course.” He cursed himself for the trembling in his voice.

No land, no estate, no money—and now no steady voice, either, he thought bitterly, wanting to flog himself.

She sat beside him. Blood rushed to his cheeks as their shoulders brushed. “You shouldn’t be alone at such a monumental festivity as the summer solstice,” she murmured softly. Her smile made his heartbeat unbelievably fast.

“The others have gone to the bonfire. Their wives pulled them away to dance,” he mumbled shyly.

She nodded thoughtfully. “Have you ever thought of taking a wife of your own?”

He nearly spat out his ale. Yes, he thought. You. I want you as my wife.

“No, it is not my desire. Besides, I would not want to burden any woman with my bastard seed. My children would always be known as the children of Alfred the Great’s bastard.” He spoke bitterly, not meeting her softened eyes.

Because if he did, he would see pity there—the same look everyone gave him. The poor bastard monk. Osferth the discarded son.

But when he dared glance at her, he saw no pity. Only a warm smile, eyes shining like a clear stream, welcoming and kind.

“But what if there are some people who see only Osferth? Simply Osferth.” She smiled.

His heart fluttered, his eyes wide in surprise. Did such people truly exist? Was she thinking like this?! Was she one of the few people who saw him as simply Osferth?

His hands trembled softly. “You must introduce me to them then, for I cannot imagine they exist.” He spoke bitterly, taking a large gulp of his drink.

She suddenly rose and walked away from the table.

Osferth watched in confusion as she made her way through the crowded hall, then returned.

Her grin was intoxicating. “You must be Osferth—one of Lord Uhtred’s great warriors?” She held out her hand, introducing herself. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

His heart nearly gave out. Heat burned beneath his skin as blood rushed to his face. She introduced a person who only saw him.

“Yes, I—I’m Osferth, my lady,” he stammered, eyes wide. “Simply Osferth. I am no great fighter,” he mumbled under his breath. He forgot for a moment they already met. Her beauty made him forget everything.

But she heard him. “Nonsense! I’ve heard of your heroics. They say your swordsmanship is impressive, rivalling even some of the Danish warriors.”

Osferth prayed for the ground to open and swallow him whole. He felt as if he were burning from the inside out. How did he deserve such a divine creature? To bask in the presence of such a fine and kind woman.

“My lady, I must be blessed by God. You-you are the kindest soul this earth has seen. And I am but an unworthy sinner honoured to bask in your presence.”

He nearly fell to his knees in front of her. Her giggle was his undoing.

God must have a plan for him. He was sure of it.

He held her steady. Her thighs in his calloused hands as he moved above her. Her sweet sounds drifting into his ears.

His face was in her neck. Panting against her damp, sweet smelling skin.

“Is this alright?” He kissed her skin up to her jaw. Looking down at her blissed-out face. She could only nod. Her hands fisted in his hair.

He grunted, his hips moving faster. “How long do we have?” He whispered. Kissing her jaw down to the spot behind her ear. His fingers trailing down her bodice, over her bunched up skirts before they finally reached the destination between her legs.

“Minutes.” She panted. Looking to the side, out the ajar door. Osferth followed her gaze. “You think he wakes?” She shook her head. “You powered him out by carrying him all over the village and showing him everything.

Osferth grinned. His hips rolling into hers faster. “I want my boy to see the world!”

She giggled. “Our son is only a year old and can only say Mama, Papa and make a distinguished noise when he wants food.”

Her eyes went back to him. Her smile was bright; it nearly made him stop making love to her. But then she squeezed around him. A low groan escaped his throat. “Woman, do you want to kill me!” She grinned. “No, I want you to finish.” She teasingly whispered, softly kissing him.

It wasn't long before he groaned into her lips. He held her close to him. Savouring his wife's body heat.

“God has blessed me.” He mumbled softly against her skin. “You are my greatest treasure. And our son is my guiding light.”

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𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

・Leaving the festivities, Uhtred leant down and swept you off your feet

・Carrying you to bed, he held you close, giving you random kisses here and there.

・By the time you were in front of your bedroom door, the tension felt unbearable

・You could feel his large hands, they felt warm on your skin, and whether it was excitement from the wedding, or the ale, you needed to feel his hands. Everywhere.

"Wife, what are you thinking?"

"...mmm nothing..."

・Warmth bloomed on your cheeks as your eyes met his

・He slowly placed you down on the bed and hovered over you

"Tell me what you're thinking," he pressed.

"Well...I'm thinking about your hands, your lips..."

・Uhtred flashed that grin of his, the one where you know he's upto no good

・And he didn't leave you waiting and wanting - no, Uhtred helped you undress

・Layer by layer, until you were in your chemise

・It was his turn, and Uhtred did not take long. Soon both of you were bare

・And Uhtred's hands were on you, slow at first, but you did not want slow.

・So you moved his hands where you wanted them ... your breasts

"Touch me here," you whispered and Uhtred squeezed, finding your nipples already hard.

・Your husband groaned, and it was painfully obvious how much he wanted to be inside you. His cock was hard, and rubbed against your leg.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧

"I LOVE MY WIFE-"

・Finan beamed as he closed the bedroom door.

・You grinned with just as much elation; climbing ontop of the bed and kicking your shoes off.

"If you love your wife, then come here!"

・Pure glee filled the room

・You patted the spot next to you, and Finan obeyed. Sitting as close as possible to you

"Well, what should we do now," Finan asked you, the air in the room shifting into something harsher...more tension filled

・You tried not to blush, but you felt your core tighten, and a wetness between your legs.

"I know what I want to do-" You uttered, and then kissed him. Fierce and full of love.

・Once you pulled away, Finan groaned, and pulled you in for more.

・Undressing was the tricky part; Finan refused to stop kissing you, whimpering when you pulled away

・So you were only partially undressed when you felt his cock against your core.

"Husband,,," you trailed off, while rubbing him.

・Finan panted, and waited for you to pull him free.

・Once you had, you realised he was as hard as stone.

"I need to be inside you," your husband moaned.

𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜

・You felt his hand move around your waist, squeezing lightly.

・A smile appeared on your face as Sihtric leaned down and whispered in your ear:

"Lets go to bed, wife."

・You nodded and he led you away from the tavern and towards your room.

・It was warm, the fireplace already lit, and burning candles everywhere

・Sihtric closed the door behind you ... and locked it.

・You shivered, anticipating what he'd do next

"Is there something on your mind, wife?"

・You nodded and moved towards him. Tugging at his clothes, and he obliged. Undoing straps and strings.

・Soon he was shirtless, but you turned around, wanting help out of your own clothes

・Gently, he undid the laces at your back, helping you slide the heavy dress off and out.

・You kissed each other; his beard scratching your face.

・You didn't mind, in truth, you wondered how it would feel between your legs.

・The thought made you whimper.

・His arm held you close while the other roamed your body

・With a nod from you, Sihtric laid you on the bed, legs apart and he hovered atop you.

・Kissing every space of bare skin.

𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡

・There was a nervous energy that surrounded Osferth.

・Nervous, yes, but excitement too.

・You both stood at the foot of the bed, trying not to blush.

"Which side do you prefer?" He muttered, scratching behind his head.

"Osferth...I don't want to go to bed right away!"

・You sighed, looked at him and turned his head to fully face yours.

"I want you, husband."

・That's all it took for his lips to crash onto yours.

・Osferth kissed you until you were backed against the bed.

・For a moment, he pulled away to check on you. Then went right back to kiss you.

・You hummed into the kiss, feel contentment

・It was romantic, this night as your wedding night.

・You could feel your husband's hands move to grip and squeeze. Your curves are one of his favourite features about you

・You started undressing yourself; pieces of your dress coming undone, and finding their way to the floor

・Osferth mirrored you - undoing buttons, pulling things down or over his head

・At last you were in your undergarments, but Osferth wasn't impressed:

"Take that off as well-" He said, with a hint of a growl.

𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦

・He was a calm presence next to you, standing in front of the bedroom door.

"We won't do anything you wish not to."

・You smiled, and knew you had made the right decision; he would be the perfect life partner.

"Do not worry, husband, I trust you."

・He nodded, opened the door and let you walk in first.

・There was an abundance of flowers in your bedroom, with rose petals on the bed, and a sheepish looking Aldhelm, you knew it was all his idea.

"Oh, husband-"

・You turned to him, gently cupping his face and leant towards him.

・The kiss was delicate, loving; just how he treated you.

・You moved your hands from his face, down down down, until you could feel his cock.

"You tell me if you want to stop," you told him. He nodded.

・You got onto your knees, still beautiful with your wedding dress around you, shoes still on and pulled him free

・With small licks, you teased your new husband. Letting the pearly liquid at the top swell. You licked that too.

・He was still standing, with a hand gently moving the hair from your face

・That's when you took him fully in your mouth. Gagging lightly, you heard Aldhelm groan deep.

・You sucked and sucked, licking, rubbing his cock until his legs started to shake.

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜

・Standing side by side, Leofric's large hand wrapped around your own; interlacing your fingers.

・You leaned against him, a twinkle in your eye as you looked at your new husband.

"I'm tired husband, let us go to bed."

・A small smile appeared on his scarred face, and he led you to your shared bedroom.

・Everytime you accidentally touched, it felt electric.

・And when he closed the door behind him, he looked at you with an infinite amount of love

"Wife," he muttered, letting the word hang in the air.

・You leant against the bed and answered:

"Yes, husband?"

・Being called husband sent a shiver down his spine.

"You looked beautiful today, still do-"

・You cut him off by walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

・Leaning down, you kissed him with as much fire as you felt.

・You could feel his hands sliding down to your ass and then he lifts you onto the bed. Standing between your legs, looming over you, there was a fiery look in your husbands eyes

"You're mine," he utters, moving down to kiss your neck, your chest, leaving your lips til last.

"I don't think we're going to sleep tonight," you whispered.