28. Tangle

A large fire has been light in the hearth and you sit before it, staring into the flames, while you think. You're still lost in thought when you feel someone place their hand on your shoulder. Jumping slightly, you look and breath a sigh of relief when you see Rurik standing behind you. You hadn't heard him enter the room and wonder how long you've been sitting and thinking. Looking up at the King's face you can see his expression still seems distracted and somewhat stoney. His hand slides off your shoulder as he moves forward and starts walking past you. You see your hand reach out to grab the sleeve of his shirt as he steps by and he pauses. Rurik turns to face you, before raising an eyebrow, and looks down at you questioningly. Breath swelling nervously in your chest, your fingers release the material of his shirt and move downward. You can feel Rurik's eyes on you as your hand moves to the waist of his trousers. He doesn't stop you as your fingers shakily undo the leather belting holding them up. When the belt is removed your hands move further down and you can feel him grow rigid.

Feeling him respond to your touch gives you a boost of confidence and in a moment you've removed his pants. Rurik moves forward and stands over your still seated form. Your fingers curl around his warm shaft as you start moving your hand back and forth vertically. He grows harder at your touch and leans his head back slightly. After a minute he closes his eyes and you use the opportunity to lean down. Rurik groans deeply when your mouth softly envelopes his head as your hand continues working on his shaft. Saliva runs down the corners of your mouth and provides a lubricant for your hand. You feel Rurik's fingers curl around your hair as he pulls your head down closer. He slides further into your mouth and soon you feel his head at the back of your throat. Keeping your hand at the base of his shaft you start moving your head back and forth. His thick member slides in and out of your mouth and he releases his grip on your hair. Rurik's arms brush past your own as he places his hands on the back of the chair. As he leans down further you can feel your throat stretching slightly as he slides down it.

There's less space for you to move now but that seem's to be what he wanted. Rurik pulls back slightly before thrusting himself further down your throat. You quickly pull your hand away and try to keep from **** as he moves in the rest of the way. Your body slides down the chair slightly and your head presses against the middle of the back of the chair. Your fingers grip the arms of the chair to keep from sliding down further as Rurik continues slamming into your face. It feels as if he's taking this opportunity to let out some pent up aggression. Though you're able to inhale through your nose you still find it hard to breath as Rurik's pace intensifies. You're slightly relieved when he tenses a moment later and pulls away. Warm liquid splashes against your face and into your mouth as you gasp in surprise. Blinking up at Rurik, you can feel the liquid run down your face, before dripping onto your breasts. His chest is deeply rising and falling as his breathing slowly starts to settle. A satisfied look comes over his face when he sees your now disheveled form. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it on your lap before moving to the bed.

Sitting up, you slowly wipe the shirt across your face, then look back at him. Rurik's large arms are resting behind his head as he leans back against the headboard. He seems deep in thought when you walk over and slip in next to him. He's still awake when you finally drift off to sleep and when you wake the next morning he's gone. When you go down to the great hall you're disappointed to see he's not there either. As you're sitting at the large table at the far end of the hall you stiffen when you see Ulf enter from the otherside. Some of his men are with him and you're surprised to see they still have their hoods pulled over their heads, hiding their faces. Ulf glances over at you and smiles slyly but thankfully doesn't approach. You decide you're done eating and quickly exit the hall when you see him start conversing with his men. It confuses you why Rurik has allowed him here after the way he treated you. You wonder if that has something to do with his recent change in behavior. Continuing to ponder this, you make your back up stairs, and realize you're not sure where you're going.

You've become fairly adept at dodging the King's attendants and after a while they gave up and allow you spend your days as you like. Though it seems as if you're allowed to roam around where you please, you're still somewhat hesitant to do so. Making your way further down the hallway you stop before the room where you had seen the large bear skin. Turning the handle you frown when you find the door is locked. "Wrong room." You jump slightly when you hear Ulf's deep voice behind you. His large figure is leaned against the door on the opposite side of the corridor and his arms are crossed over his broad chest. You start to take a step forward but Ulf straightens up and moves towards you. Once again you find yourself caught between him and a barrier. He starts reaching out towards you but quickly pulls back when the door behind you opens. Stumbling back, you feel your back connect with a solid but warm surface.

"What are you doing?" Your back relaxes slightly when you hear Rurik's voice behind you. It's sharp and somewhat accusatory. Ulf scoffs as he takes a step back and crosses his arms again. "Just saying goodbye." Rurik places a large hand on your shoulder but remains silent. Ulf's unsettling gaze shifts over to you for a moment before he looks back up. "See you soon...brother." You feel Rurik stiffen when Ulf calls him this and his fingers curl tightly around your shoulder. "You haven't been my brother in a long time." Ulf grins at Rurik's words and a slightly wild look flashes through his eyes. A moment later he turns and disappears down the hallway. Rurik releases his grip on your arm and you slowly turn to face him. His expression is hard and his jaw appears locked and tense. He looks down at you and you shiver slightly under his intense gaze. Though there are a million questions running through your mind you know now is not the time to ask them. You see Rurik glance over at a table where several parchments are spread out before looking back at you. Picking up on the hint you reluctantly step back into the hallway before he shuts the door behind you.