The Last Kingdom Fanfic Fest

You knew you were a goner the moment you saw his face. It was his eyes. You never met someone with heterochromia before, so you blame the beautiful colors of his eyes for your staring. You caught them from the other side of the party and that's all it took. Someone near you makes a remark, "He's no good. They all aren't." You don't know them, so their opinion doesn't matter. A friend had dragged you to this party. A shit friend… or an incredible one. You would decide later depending on how your night went.

Someone gave you a drink. Something sweet. The taste of it on your tongue was so enjoyable, you drank it faster than you should have. You didn't drink much, other than occasionally partaking in the Blood of Christ, so you weren't particularly good at holding yourself together. In an attempt to pull yourself together you head to the bathroom. You can hear the music blasting in the other room. The apartment you're in is full of college students, drinking and getting high. This isn't the place for you. You should wash up and get out of here.

And you would've, had he not been on the other side of the door once you opened it.

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," He smiles, his voice soft and slick like butter and you can feel that holy place between your legs throb to the sound of it, "I've seen you looking at me."

You're panting, and you tell yourself it's because it's hot in this packed apartment and not because you're thirsting over a stranger, "I didn't mean to- I'm sorry."

"It's okay," He tells you, tilting his head, "I'm Sihtric."

"I'm Y/N," You tell him, playing with the material of the dress you're wearing. You felt cute when your friend convinced you to put it on early today, but now you feel very exposed, "I- I like your eyes."

Sihtric smirks, and you can feel the wetness between your legs grow, "I like your ring," He replies, his eyes slowly tracing down your body until they find her hands where on your left ring finger you're wearing your purity ring, "Is it real?"

His eyes go back to yours and you swallow, hard, "I don't know what you mean."

"You're a virgin?" He questions with another tilt of his head and you nod, "That's unfortunate."

Your brows scrunch up, "And why's that?"

"Good girls like you don't need to get involved with bad boys like me," Sihtric licks the very corner of his lips and then starts to walk away, "It was nice to meet you, Y/N."

You could've walked away at that point. Left the party. Never seen him again. It would have been easy. It would save you so much trouble...

But the way he said your name had you immediately under his spell.

He's gone before you can call for him to come back, so you go back into the thick of the party looking for him. You're dress sticking to your skin that's to sweat and want. The music is blaring and there are people grinding up against each other but not the man you're looking for.

You're about to give up, but then you bump right into Sihtric.

There's a look on his face you cannot place as the party goes on around you, and before you can say a word Sihtric is on you. It's your first kiss, here in the hot and crowded party but where you are doesn't matter because it's who you're with that has you on cloud nine. You follow his lead, and you must be doing fine because he doesn't let up. His hands holding you close by your neck and yours pulling him flush to your body by the loops of his jeans.

You can feel that place between his legs growing harder with need.

Sihtric breaks the kiss to drag you from the dance floor, leading you away, where you two can be alone but the bedrooms are occupied by people getting high and someone is in the bathroom throwing up.

So he takes you to the next best place.

There's a dip in the hall where you would go to access a closet, in between two rooms. If you are in this space, no one can see you when they look down the hall. Only as they pass.

No one is in the hall.

This is the place Sihtric pulls you to.

"If you make a sound, someone will find us, do you understand?" Sihtric whispers to you, and you nod okay. With a smirk, Sihtric goes back to kiss you again. Your back is against the closet door, and Sihtrics' hands are on either side of you as you make out for a while. The whole thing feels like a dream.

And the moment his fingers hit your skin, you remember that it's not.

They start at your thighs, lingering at the edge of your dress, and then they start to move up. Very slowly his fingers rise, sensitive fingertips against your skin make your breath harder to come by. You pant as they move higher, and higher until they find the edge of your panties.

"Is this okay?" He mutters, his eyes glued to yours, "Tell me this is what you want, Y/N."

"It's okay, Sihtric-"

He licks his lips again, and your thighs squeeze together looking for relief, "Tell me you want me to play with you."

"I want you to play with me, Sihtric, please-" you gasp as his fingers move across your panties, grazing that part of you that men aren't supposed to touch. Your panting worsens, but Sihtric is smiling.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Sihtric groans as his fingers rub back and forth against your most private place, "Do you like this?" He asks you and you nod okay because you're scared to make noise, "Do you want more?"

More?

There's more?!

You nod again and Sihtrics' fingers trail to the top of your panty line and then dip inside the material. You're worried he'll be bothered by your unshaven patch, but he doesn't seem to give a damn as he makes his way back to your center. The moment you feel his fingers against your most sensitive place, you let out a noise you didn't know you had in you. Sihtric moves his free hand to the back of your head and moves his body closer to yours as he gives you a kiss.

"Remember, you must be quiet Y/N," Sihtric reminds you with a devilish grin as his fingers continue to move deliciously against you, "You don't want anyone catching us like this, do you?"

"No," You pant as you try to keep your tone down, "Sihtric?"

"Yes?"

You bite your lip as you speak, "I need more."

He nods okay, and gives you another kiss, "I'll give you more, but if you don't like it then stop me… okay?" You nod okay, and suddenly you feel Sihtric's fingers move past your folds and move slowly inside of you. It's uncomfortable at first, to have such a foreign thing inside you, but then he starts to move and his finger seems to curl within you and it feels good.

Better than good.

Sihtric doesn't let up, going on with one finger for a while and then after some time, another one slips in. When you make a face he pauses for a moment, but then you grab his face closer by his neck and pull him back in for a kiss. This is all the confirmation he needs to keep going. Your body thrusts along with his motions, and you can feel something within you building, and building…

"It's okay, Y/N," Sihtric pants against your lips, "Just let go if you need to. I want to feel you let go."

So you do. Your warm release drips all over Sihtric's hand as you moan into his mouth.

He slows his pace as you come down from your high until he pulls out of you completely and smiles, “How was that?” Sihtric questions against your lips, licking at them and making you gasp, “Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want more?” Sihtric asks with his brow raised up and you nod yes, “Good, then let's get out of here.”

So you let Sihtric lead you out of the apartment, and take you back to his place where he introduces you to a lot more sinful things. You’re probably going to hell...

Not that you can be bothered to give a fuck anymore.

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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