7. Affirmation

Several different emotions wash over you as Edric's offer clouds your thoughts. After a moment your mind clears and you calmly state, "Thank you, but, no. This is my home and I have no wish to leave it." Edric seems slightly surprised by your reply and looks as if he's about to protest. Thankfully, he instead takes a deep inhale before reply, "If that is what you wish." Nodding curtly, you glance over his shoulder implying it's time for him to leave. He pauses for a moment then sighs before turning around. You watch warily until he disappears further into the forest before mounting your horse. It's grown rather late when you arrive back at the hall and quietly slip in through the side door. It seems everyone is still eating and you gratefully use the time alone to wash up. When you're done, you properly bandage yourself, then pace somewhat anxiously around your room. Thoughts about your earlier encounter still linger in your mind. Specifically, the offer of helping you leave this strange land. You're still reflecting on this when the door suddenly opens, causing you to visibly start. Sten's slightly puzzled expression changes to frown when he sees your bandages. "I fell out of a tree." You quickly explain, trying not to visibly wince at your lie. Sten walks forward and lightly runs his hand down the dressing on your upper arm.

"You're still so fragile." He sighs before turning around and moving over to take a seat on the bed. To your surprise, you find yourself becoming annoyed by his words. It's true, you're not a strong as you could be, however, you've come a long way since you first arrived. Taking a deep breath, you find yourself brusquely walking over to where he's sitting. Sten seems slightly surprised as you slam your hands against his shoulders and shove him back. You roughly land on top of him as you're somehow able to push him down onto the bed. He starts to get up but you quickly press him back down. He raises an eyebrow before somewhat amusedly asking, "What are you doing?" Keeping your hands against his shoulders, you shift up so you're straddling his waist. "I'm not weak." Sten tries, unsuccessfully, to hide a playful grin from spreading across his face at your reply. Before you're able to react, he quickly grabs your waist before flipping you onto your back beside him. In a moment you find yourself pinned under his large form. "Are you sure about that?" His tone is light but there's a mischievous look in his hazel eyes. Sighing frustratedly, you start to move away but are quickly stopped by Sten's tight grip on your forearms. "I thought you weren't weak." He smirks slightly as you struggle against his restraining grasp.

Giving him a small scowl, you stop moving as you think for a moment. "Maybe I was wrong..." You finally reply, dejectedly, and turn your head away from him. Sten frowns and you feel his grip on your arms loosen slightly. Moving quickly, you break out of his grasp before elbowing him the gut. As anticipated, it's not hard enough to hurt him but does catch him off guard. When he recoils back slightly you're able to slide out from beneath him and off the edge of the mattress. Sten rolls over before sitting up to look over at you and saying, "That's not playing fair..." Remaining silent, you simply cock your eyebrow at him somewhat suggestively before taking a few steps back. He smirks slyly as he stands up and in a couple of long strides he's before you. You don't fight him when he quickly wraps his large arms around your waist then pushes you agains the door behind you. His cropped beard scrapes against your neck when he leans down to whisper, "I think I won." He removes one his arms from your side and you hear the distinct sound of his belt unbuckling a moment later. Sten's torso is slightly pressed against you, blocking most of your view. A small of shiver of anticipation runs down your back when you feel his hand on your leg. His fingers trace down to where the thin slip you're wearing stops just above your knee.

You gasp slightly when he slips his hand under you knee and lifts your leg up. Your calf dangles over the side of his arm as he positions himself between your legs. A sharp exhale is **** from your lungs when his body slams against yours with his first thrust. You stand up on your tip toes slightly to try to provide a better angle while Sten begins steadily driving into you. Moaning, you wrap an arm around his neck as he lowers down closer to you. Stretching your raised leg out more, you feel Sten slip even deeper inside. Though his breath has grown somewhat labored, he tightens his grip around your waist and quickens his pace. The rush of your first climax causes your leg to tremble slightly as you struggle to keep your balance. Sten's hand moves down from your waist and quickly scoops up your other leg. You're barely recovering from your climax as he straightens up slightly while keeping you balanced in his arms. Wrapping your other arm around his shoulder, you wince as the rough wood of the door scrapes against your back. Sten's hair brushes against the side of your face when lowers his head into the crook of your neck. You groan softly when you feel his warm lips press against your delicate skin. Closing your eyes, you let the different mix of sensations overtake you. Grunting lightly, Sten shifts your weight in his arms but doesn't stop his barrage. His neck has grown slightly slick with sweat highlighting how much effort he's exerting on you.

The thought is enough to send you over the edge as your body convulses slightly. Sten gives you a moment to recover before lowering you to your feet. Your legs buckle slightly and you lean against the door before slowly sliding to the ground. Sten's large figure is still standing over you and you see a sly grin on his face when you look up at him. He takes a step forward before moving down to his knees. Almost reflexively, you find yourself sliding down so you're more level with him. He places a hand behind your head and you quickly open your mouth when leans forward. Sten groans slightly when your small mouth wraps around his thick shaft. Inhaling deeply, you feel your throat somewhat relax as he slips further down it. His opposite hand joins the other one behind your head as he begins thrust in and out of your mouth. Though, he seems to be holding back, marginally, tears still spring to your eyes as he deeply down your throat. You hold onto his forearms for stability as he continues his forceful movements. It's not long before you find yourself **** slightly as his warm liquid erupts down your throat. More of it spills down the sides of your mouth when he pulls away before standing up. He looks rather pleased with himself as he offers you a hand up. Once you're up, he steps back then quickly pulls his shirt off. He's surprisingly gentle when he uses it to wipe chin and you give him an appreciative smile.