21. Acquisition

Snow falls heavily around you and sharp wind cuts across your already tender face. Night has fallen but you haven't stopped to make camp, which, you hope is a good sign. You exited the forest some hour ago and now the full **** of the harsh weather is upon you. Drawing back further into Rurik's warm form you feel uncomfortable that you're currently reliant on him. Thankfully, after another hour, you see a huge, wooden, wall wrapping around in a circle. Sticking out from inside the wall is a large, two story, stone structure. Several towers are attached around the sides of the massive fortress. The two doors at the front of the wall are opened from the inside when you arrive before them. It's grown late into the night and you don't see anyone besides guards moving around the large town. The King makes his way straight to the large stone keep and when he arrives people quickly rush up to assist him. After he dismounts you feel unfamiliar hands help you down and you're quickly swept inside with the group of people.

You thought you had been impressed with the large hall Sten's family preside in but it pales in comparison to this one. Someone goes to remove your cape and you quickly start protesting when you remember the vial hidden away. Rurik turns and assures you it will be taken to your quarters. Hesitating for a moment you finally given in and let them remove it from your shoulders. As they're helping you out of it, some men enter through a door on the other end of the room, and the King walks over to them. The group of attendants quickly usher you out of a door on the side of the hall when Rurik begins speaking with the men. You're lead up a narrow flight of stairs and shown through a door at the beginning of a long corridor. A large tub is filled with water for you and you're quite relieved when you're actually left alone to bathe. Rich, musky, aromas waft above the water that feels slightly slick from the oils that had been added to it. When you're done you slip into the thin nightdress that had been laid out for you. Water runs down your wet hair before dripping down your back as you open the door.

The hallway is eerily silent as you exit and soft shadows are cast from the light torches lining the wall. There are doors on either sides of the corridor but they're all closed. The only door that is open is the one that's on the wall at the very end of the hallway. Though you're barefoot you feel as if your footsteps are echoing through the uncomfortably quiet hall. You pause for a moment outside for the door before cautiously crossing the threshold. A large fire roars in the hearth, illuminating the room. It's easily twice the size of the one you were in when you spent your first night with the King. The bed in the middle of the room is also significantly larger and more exotic looking furs cover it. Looking around more you find that the room is empty and make your way in further. A large tapestry covers the wall to the side of the fireplace, which, has a battleaxe mounted above it's mantle. A table sits beneath the tapestry and you're surprised to see pieces of parchment scattered about it.

You never learned how to read or write in your original language but know that such an item is quite expensive. Walking over curiously look down and see that many of them are just covered drawings and maps of different areas of land. As you're tracing your fingers over the rough material you hear the door behind you shut and pull away quickly. Rurik stays back for a moment as his hungry gaze rakes over your still slightly wet body. After he's satisfied he steps forward and the room seems to grow smaller as his large figure approaches. In a moment his hands are tightly gripping your waist and you feel his dark eyes boring into your flesh. He pushes you back into the edge of the table before removing a hand and using it to knock the parchments off the surface behind you. His hand quickly returns to your waist and he lifts you up. You can feel the cold wood through the thin material of your gown when he sets you down on the table. "I told you I would have you again." His voice has grown somewhat husky but he holds a hard expression on his face. He seems to be challenging you to say something in opposition to him.

You know this is your opportunity to speak up, but find your mouth has gone dry, and no words come out. Rurik seems satisfied with your lack of response and you feel his hands brush against your calves. He runs his hands up along your legs and the skirt of your gown is pulled up with them. Warm air from the fire grazes past your now bare legs as his hands slowly make their way up your thighs. When he reaches the middles his hands slide towards each other and you feel his fingers slip in between your thighs. His strong hands easily pull your legs apart and you find yourself leaving them open after he steps back. His slightly disheveled hair now hangs down around his ears and curls just slightly at the tips. Your breath catches slightly as he begins pulling his shirt over his head and the bottom of his torso is revealed. He seems to take notice of your gaze after removing the shirt and you blush at the somewhat smug smile he gives you. He undoes the drawstring at the front of his trousers and the flaps hang open loosely as he steps forward towards you.

One of his hands drapes against your hip and you feel the other one curl around your own hand. Pulling you forward slightly, you blush further, when he lowers your hand down the opening of his pants. He helps position your fingers around his thick shaft before removing his hand and placing it on your thigh. Hesitantly, you run your fingers down the length of his member then back up again. This seems to please him as you feel him grow slightly more rigid beneath your grasp. You continue sliding your hand up and down but freeze momentarily when his fingers brush against your clit. You didn't realize how badly it had been throbbing until you feel the instant feeling of relief from his touch. Motivated by the need for more ,you tighten your grip slightly, and are surprised yet further roused when you hear him groan in pleasure. As if sensing your intentions you feel his fingers return to your now aching clit. Pressing against you firmly he begins moving in small circles and now you find yourself gasping out.

Your pace quickens slightly and you feel him respond in the same fashion. A minute later your movements pause and your free hand grabs onto his forearm as you convulse slightly. After taking a few seconds to recover your hand starts moving again and the grip on your waist tightens. Rurik's fingers never stopped moving, just slowed down slightly during your cool down, but their intensity quickens at your touch. Soon you feel them slide down and moan when they start slipping inside of you. You grasp onto his arm tighter but try to keep your pace on his member slow and even. Tilting your head down further you feel it connect with his broad abdomen. Leaning against him for support you squirm slightly under his unyielding grip but he doesn't stop the movement of his fingers. There's barely any room inside but somehow he's still able to slowly move the tips of his fingers around in a counterclockwise motion. After a moment you feel his thumb on your sensitive skin and it begins moving in a similar pattern. The added sensation sends you over the edge and you hear yourself crying out his name.