24. Vapor

A week has passed since you over heard the conversation in the forest, however, you're still not acclimated to your new life. In the rare times you have found yourself alone with the King his mind has been on anything but talking. His daunting form, coupled with the authoritative air he holds, produces a strange feeling of submission you haven't felt before. When you are with him your body seems to act on it's own and craves his intense touch. Unfortunately, he's often pulled away to business and isn't able to visit you every night. Blessedly, his attendants have started allowing you some freedoms, and you're able to roam certain parts of the grounds unaccompanied. One place you have grown found of visiting is the set of saunas they have built outside the keep. It's only become colder in the time you've been here as it grows later into the winter months. Wrapping your cloak tighter around your frame you shiver slightly as cold wind whips across you. It's slightly before dawn as you make your way towards the small, wooden, structures.

The Dane's seem to have no discretion with their bodies, as you were slightly mortified to discover, the first time you entered the steam houses. By making your visits to the saunas early in the day, you're able to avoid the slightly awkward, communal gatherings. It's still cold inside the wooden structure when you arrive and you leave you clothes on as you begin lighting a fire under a large pile of stones. The room slowly begins growing warmer and you strip down to your slip before pouring a ladle of water of the now hot stones. A large billow of steam quickly rises from the rocks and you sigh as your body is enveloped by warmth. After a moment you feel your slip clinging to the thin layer of sweat covering your body and pull it off. Sitting back on one of the wooden benches lining the room you feel your muscles relaxing. After pouring more water onto the rocks the room is quickly engulfed in thick steam that slightly obscures your vision. Closing your eyes, you lean your head back, and let your stress melt away. Loosing yourself in thought and the small moment of peace you don't hear the sound of the door being opened. The sudden mix of cold air in the warm steam snaps you back into reality.

The door rattles against the side of the structure and you exhale slightly when you figure you must have not latched it properly. Wrapping your cloak around your shoulders you move over and reach out of the entrance for the door. As you start pulling it closed your hand stops when you happen to glance down at the snow. Traced into the top layer is the same strange rune carved into the flask Ulf had slipped you. You realize you haven't thought about it since you hid it in the mattress in Rurik's chambers. Snow is lightly falling outside and the engraving is already starting to slowly disappear under it. Looking around you're made slightly more uneasy when you see not footsteps around. You continue staring down until the rune is completely gone but feel your pulse quicken when the sound of someone approaching reaches your ears. It's still too dark to see more than a foot or two outside of the dimly light structure. Your hand is still on the handle of the door and you move to pull it shut. Before you can close it all of the way a hand grabs on to the edge and flings it open. Taking a step back you're almost relieved to see the King's large frame step into view. Your eyes glance down as his boot steps into the spot where the rune had been just a minute ago.

Rurik moves inside the door frame and you take another step back as he enters the small interior. His dark eyes take in your flushed and sweaty form and seem pleased by what they see. Closing the door behind him, he steps forward, and you feel his hands slide under your cloak as he pushes it off your shoulders. Thick clouds of warm vapors wrap around your bare frame but you still find yourself shivering slightly. Rurik slowly undresses before adding more water to the pile of stones. You can barely make out his form as he moves over to sit on one of the benches facing you. You don't need to see his expression to know what he wants and take a step forward. His hands run down the sides of your abdomen, which, has grown slick from the moisture in the air. He slowly turns you around so you're facing away from him and you feel him tug you back towards him. Your soft skin connects with the slightly rougher one beneath it as you're pulled onto his lap. One of his arms slides across your leg as he reaches down to position himself at your opening. Without thinking you feel yourself shift up to make it easier for him and in a moment he's pulling you back down onto him.

All thoughts leave your mind when you feel him enveloping you. The King's fingers curl around your waist and he lifts you back up slightly. His grip remains on your sleek skin as you begin moving up and down on his large shaft. Arching your back slightly you feel your head lean against his shoulder as you melt into his touch. Even though you're on top you still feel an air submission as Rurik uses his hands to control your speed. Unfortunately, this seems to be exactly what you're body was craving. Gasping, your legs buckle and you feel your juices run down the inside of your leg. Rurik's hands keep you steady as the pleasure finishes washing over you. Once it seems that you've recovered he starts quickening your pace. His fingers press deeply into your skin to avoid losing his grip on you. You can feel sweat running down the back of your neck and you're panting lightly from the exertion. Your legs are growing weaker as Rurik continues roughly sliding you up and down. Soon you find your feet are barely coming into contact with the ground as Rurik takes full control.

His hands slide up and you feel his powerful arms wrap around just below your bosom. Hot vapor pours down your throat when you gasp in as he slams you down roughly. His arms wrap tighter around your slender frame and soon the same air is rushing back out. Your slick skin slides against his smooth torso and his coarse beard rubs across the back of your neck. It's grown uncomfortably hot in the small room and when you open your eyes all you can see is a thick, white, blanket of steam. It looks almost like smoke as you watch it swirl in hypnotic patterns before you. Lost in a trance you feel your own arms wrap around the ones holding you. Rurik grunts lightly when he feels your arms on his and his pace quickens. Pulling his arms up you feel him slip almost all the way out of you before you're brought back down forcefully. You feel yourself spasming around him just before he erupts. The King let's out a deep, satisfied sigh, before loosening his grip around your torso. You slip out of his arms and slowly slide down to the floor. Rurik stands up and a moment later you find yourself alone again.