13. Offering

"Chosen me? Doesn't he know I'm married?" You blurt out while Sigrid begins preparing a bath. "Aye." She nods then pauses and laughs. "Did you think the King wants to marry you, child?" Blushing you look away and relax slightly for a moment before frowning. "Then what does he want?" Sigrid scoffs at your question before telling you not to be so naive and helps you into the bath. She makes sure your hair stays dry as you wash the days sweat from your skin. When you get out you put on the soft but somewhat sheer robe she laid out. After you're done she hands you the goblet you brought with you and you nervously down the rest of it's contents. Sigrid was right to suggest you finish it as the warmth that spreads through your body when you're done slightly calms your nerves. She leads you down to the end of the corridor where a large door lies that you've haven't been through before. She steps away and you're left alone in the hallway staring nervously at the door before you.

Fingers trembling slightly you take a deep breath in then push the large, heavy, door open. Slowly slipping inside you keep your back against the door as it shuts behind you. The dark room is only illuminated by the dim light from a small fire in the hearth to right of the room. Directly ahead of you sits a large bed covered by a few different blankets made out of thick animal fur. You jump slightly when movement catches your eye and King Rurik steps out of the dark shadows to the left of you. He's removed his cape and leather armor and stands before you in a loose shirt and trousers. A golden goblet rests in his hand, he swirls its contents around briefly, before raising it to his lips. When he finishes he sets the cup down on a table then moves over to the bed. You watch anxiously as he sits down on the middle then leans back against the headboard while staring at you expectantly. Shifting your gaze down you take a small step forward towards the bed. The stone floor is cold beneath your bare feet and you shiver when you reach the edge of the mattress.

You pause for a moment before reluctantly getting onto the bed next to the King. Rurik raises a hand and runs it through some of the unbraided locks of your hair as if admiring it. When he's done he places the same hand under your chin and lifts your face up to look up at him. Fire light flickers in his covetous eyes and you find yourself lost in his gaze again. Tracing his thumb along your jawline his eyes slowly lower as he takes in the rest of your body. Your own eyes shift over as you see his other hand move to the front of his trousers. In a moment the draw string is undone and his grip on your face tightens slightly as his large appendage is revealed. He pulls your face forward and down slightly before letting go and you find yourself staring ahead at his pulsing member. Your mouth grows slightly dry as you part your lips and lower your head down more. Your lips are stretched open further as his thick shaft slides into your small mouth. Thankfully, you've had time to practice with Sten, and after a moment you're able to fit more inside. Rurik groans approvingly and you feel his hand on the back of your head as it bobs up and down.

After a couple of minutes he stops you before standing up and motioning for you to do the same. You tremble slightly as he makes his way around the bed and stops before you. His large figure towers over you as he reaches a hand forward towards your robe. In a swift motion he tugs the sash tying it together and the front panels slowly fall open. He takes another step forward and runs his large hands down the bare sides of your abdomen. His firm touch makes you quiver as he guides you back towards the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you give him an anxiously look before he pushes you back against the mattress. He slips his shirt up over his head and you nervously take in his large, muscular, torso. His skin is slightly tan and an intricate tattoo covers the left side and runs up along his left bicep. Wordlessly he slips his hands under your thighs and drags you closer to him. He pulls your legs up and your calves are just barely able to rest on his broad shoulders. A rough hand bares down your hip as Rurik moves closer to you.

Gasping slightly when he begins to enter, you grab onto the blankets beneath you, to keep from sliding back. Before he's in all of the way he pulls out slight then slams back in full ****. His hand runs up along your bare leg and grips your soft flesh tightly as he moves in and out of you. You can't help your body from responding to his movements and moan slightly as he thrusts in deeply. His other hands moves up your torso and roughly cups one of your breasts. Throwing your head back you cry out in ecstasy as intense pleasure rushes through your body. His pace quickens and becomes more intense at the sound of your voice. Removing the hand on your leg he uses it to cover your unoccupied breast. You gasp in surprise when you feel his fingers tug and twist your sensitive nipples. Arching your back slightly you close your eyes as you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your skin. After a minute or two you feel yourself clenching around him as a second orgasm overcomes you. Panting you sit up slightly when Rurik pulls away and watch him remove his trousers the rest of the way.

When he's done you slide back on the mattress as he moves towards you. Your back touches the headboard behind you and in a moment Rurik's large form is looming above you. He grabs one of your arms and flips you over before pulling you back towards him. Your chest and the side of your face press against the fur beneath you as you feel him position himself at your opening. Once he's in you go to sit up on your forearms but are quickly **** back down when he places a large hand on the back of your neck. His other hand tightly grips your waist as he rams deeper into you. You can feel his elbow pressing into your lower back as he rests some of his weight on top you. Rough fur scrapes against your cheek as you slide back and forth with each of his powerful movements. After a minute you feel the fingers on your neck curl around it and moan slightly at the newly applied pressure. With a final, forceful, thrust you cry out as you feel his warm liquid filling your insides. The sensation is too much for you to bare and you convulse slightly as a massive climax washes over you.