14. Control

The mattress beneath you shifts slightly and you groggily raise your head before looking around in confusion. King Rurik is sitting on the edge of the mattress and the muscles on his back ripple when he stretches his arms over his head. Sunlight streams in through the partially open curtains and highlights the red in his hair. Sitting up you blush and draw the covers to your chest when you realize you're still naked. Rurik rises from the bed and pulls his trousers on before turning to face you. He runs his hands along the side your face and it lingers there for a moment before he pulls away. You wait until he's left the room before getting out of bed and quickly putting your robe on. A few people make their way through the hallway and you blush deeper when they stop to watch you exit the room. Thankfully, the washing area is clear, and you're able to bathe in peace. You avoid looking at the King when you enter the great hall later but can feel his eyes boring into you the entire meal.

After eating, you quickly retire to your room, while trying to shake off the lingering sensation of being watched. When a couple of hours pass by, and no one has come to get you for your daily lesson, you decide go explore again. You start opening the door to your room put quickly pull it back slightly when you hear voices outside. Keeping the door open just a crack you press your ear against it to try to hear better. King Rurik's voice low and you inhale sharply when you hear him say he wants you in his chambers again tonight. You're surprised to hear Sigrid's voice answer back, somewhat sternly. "We have already offered enough hospitality." There's a long pause before Rurik's deep, almost cold, voice replies. "Very well." You hear footsteps make their way down the hall and wait a few minutes before finally leaving. Slipping out of the side door you feel yourself relax when the cool autumn air brushes past your face. There's another path in the forest that you've been wanting to follow and head in its direction.

The leaves are beginning to change colors and a thick layer of the the ones that have fallen lines the forest floor. The path leads into a thicker area of the forest and you follow it some what cautiously. It begins growing darker as the dense canopy above blocks out the majority of the sunlight. You make your way further down the trail and shiver as another gust of wind rushes through. A raven crows in the distance and you frown when the path ends before a massive tree. While it's certainly the largest tree you've seen you're unsure what else is so noteworthy about it. Turning away from the tree you pause when an uneasy feeling passes over you. The forest has become oddly quiet and shadows move around mysteriously before you as the branches above you sway in the wind. Trying to put the feeling in the back of your mind you start making your way back up the path. You've only made it a few feet when you suddenly freeze as the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Turning around slowly your eyes widen in surprise and fear when you see King Rurik standing in front of the large tree. It's thick branches cast a long shadow over him, partially obscuring his face. The one eye you can see glints almost wickedly as he stares you down. You start to turn away but in a few quick, long, strides Rurik is behind you. His arms wrap around your stomach, preventing you from moving further. He picks you up easily and takes a few steps over before setting you down and turning you around. Your back slams against the tree behind you as he presses his hands against your shoulders. He's wearing a fur-lined cape today and shrugs it off after pulling his hands away. It falls to the ground with a heavy thud that almost seems to echo in the abnormally still forest. One of his hands runs along down your arm as he lowers his head towards you. His thick beard scratches against your neck as he kisses it deeply. His other hand moves to your skirt and begins slowly pulling it up.

His hand slides underneath it and your back stiffens when his fingers brush across your inner thigh. His delicate touch doesn't last long as he quickly shoves his hand between your legs. You exhale sharply when he rams two of his large fingers inside of you while his thumb presses against your clit. He begins moving it in a rhythmic pattern while he pumps his fingers in and out. Your knees buckle slightly and you find yourself grabbing onto his large arms for support. His fingers move quicker and you feel him softly nibble on the crook of your neck. "Rurik!" You gasp out, your nails digging into his biceps, as you feel yourself cumming on his fingers. "If they won't send you to me, I'll make you come willingly." He warm breath tingles on your skin as his fingers slip out of you and he steps back. He picks his cloak up and slings it over his shoulder before walking off down the path and out of sight. You lean back against the tree as you recover and try to take stock of what just happened. Wetness runs down your inner thighs and there's still an uncomfortably warm feeling in between your legs.