19. Recompense

A long silence hangs in the air and your pulse quickens as you continue staring into his hypnotic eyes. "Who are you?" You're barely aware of the words leaving your lips as he takes a step towards you. He's quite possibly even larger than the King and you feel yourself shirk back in his presence. "They call me, Ulf the Younger." You recognize his name to mean 'wolf' in their language but are confused by the added title at the end. Now that he's in the firelight you can see that his hair is a light brown, almost blonde, color. You're also able to make out a long scar running along the side of his face and ending near his mouth. Even though he seems fairly young, his face is hardened, and slightly weathered. You're still busy taking in his features when he starts walking towards you again. He places a hand on your arm and begins pulling you in the direction of the nearest tent. When you start struggling against him he turns and quickly throws you over his shoulder again. He walks inside the tent and you feel the wind knocked out of you when your back hits the ground. A coarse material scratches your hands as you struggle to sit up and see that you're lying on wolf pelts.

Ulf's frame stands in the entrance of the tent and you're unable to see his face. When he steps inside the flaps close behind him and it becomes even darker inside the tent. You see his dark form move forward and gasp when you feel a hand on your ankle. Since your arms are still tied behind your back, you lose your balance, and fall backwards when he drags you forward. The furs brush against the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to him. His hands lift the skirt of your gown up and you can hear fabric rustle above you a moment later. When he's done you feel heavy weight lower down on top of you and pressure between your legs. Your own weight bares down on the arms that are tied behind your back and you gasp in pain when you feel him thrust himself in you. Water fills your eyes as you struggle to shift your weight under his larger form to no avail. He leans his head down and the rough fur from his cape begins rubbing back and forth across your cheek. "You're hurting me!" You manage to gasp out as he thrusts his thick shaft deeper inside you. He doesn't seem to hear you and instead roughly grabs your hips.

Despite the pain you find that, once again, your body is betraying as you notice yourself slowly growing wetter with each thrust. Stifling a moan you feel your back involuntarily arch, pushing yourself closer to him. A moment later you visibly tremble when an intense orgasm overtakes you. Ulf does seem to take notice of this and you hear him grunt slightly as his pace quickens. The coarse fur continues scraping against your cheek. You twist around slightly but find you're unable to turn your head away and eventually stop moving. Ulf continues tearing into you and you can hear his breath growing ragged as it brushes past your neck. Your body feels overwhelmed from the different sensations all competing for your attention and you're unable to suppress your next moan. As if acting on their own you feel your legs spreading open wider to allow him better access. This seems to work as a moment later you feel him slam into you deeply and are rewarded with another wave of pleasure. Ulf seems to have no concern with letting you recover between climaxes, and shifts slightly, taking advantage of the decreased resistance.

After a minute you feel his pace grow more urgent, and a moment later, another flash of pain seers through your body. You cry out as he sinks his teeth deep into the soft skin between your neck and shoulder. He tenses slightly before you feel a rush of warmth enveloping your insides. His teeth are still latched onto your skin as he cums deep inside of you. All of the different sensations meld into one, and your eyes roll into the back of your head, as you experience an orgasm more powerful than you thought possible. Ulf rolls off your body a moment later and you're finally able to take in a full breath of air. You breath in and out deeply as you feel him slowly rise to his feet. Something warm and heavy lands on your lap and you realize he's thrown one of the furs on you. Light suddenly streams into the tent when he pulls one of the flaps back and you're finally able to see him. He pauses for a moment, half way out of the tent, before looking over at you. Firelight dances in the reflection of his eyes as he cocks his head for a moment in an almost thoughtful manner. There's something rather familiar about his expression but you can't quite place it. After a moment he turns away and walks out side. The flaps close behind him and you're left in the dark and wake of his siege.