22. Culpability

Something in the back of your mind is nagging at you not to take so much enjoyment from this. However, you find yourself pushing this back farther when Rurik removes his hand and slides it under your thigh. In a swift motion he moves his arm under your leg and pulls it up. Your calf dangles over the other side of his arm and your breath increases when he steps forward. His other hand moves to the waist of his pants and your heart skips a beat when they fall from his form. If your hand didn't remind you just how large he is, your eyes certainly do, and you grow slightly anxious again. The King seems to take no notice of this and you soon feel his head at your entrance. His other hand slides up your arm and across your shoulder before stopping at your neck. His fingers hang loosely around it as he begins slowly moving deeper inside you. Your eyes roll back slightly and you find yourself moaning again. Rurik seems to enjoy you being vocal and pulls out slightly before ramming himself back in.

You cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you feel the fingers on your neck tighten slightly. Rurik starts moving in a rhythmic pace but doesn't loosen his grip on your neck. Strangely, you feel yourself responding to his dominate touch and lean into it slightly. Rurik notices this and you see something flash across his eyes before he roughly slams into you. The table beneath you shakes violently from the **** of his movement but you hardly notice. You're too concentrated on the intense orgasm that's currently shooting through your body. The King appears to be less concerned with your comfortability this time and he doesn't slow down. Gasping slightly, you struggle to catch your breath, as his onslaught continues. You grab onto the edge of the table for stability when your body starts sliding back and forth on the smooth surface. Rurik's grip on your neck helps keep you in place but isn't tight enough to concern you.

Rurik continues moving in and out at a rough but consistent pace for a couple of minutes. However, after a while you see something change in his expression. Your eyes widen slightly as his grip around neck grows tighter and he starts slamming into you even harder. One of your hands flies up and grips his wrist but he doesn't let go. You look up at his face and your heart quickens when you see the dominant look in his eyes. His eyes lock onto yours, and you find yourself unable to look away, despite your apprehension. A thin layer of sweat covers his forehead and you can feel his ragged breath on your face when he leans in. Widening your eyes further you try to pull away but are still locked into his tight grip. A moment later you feel him press against your mouth and his tongue forces its way passed your closed lips. The large appendage completely engulfs your mouth and you find yourself struggling to breath.

Your nails pierce into the skin around his wrist but this only seems to encourage him. His body grows slightly rigid before he finally pulls away from your face. He grunts slightly as he trusts deeply inside you and you feel his warm cum filling you. Your eyes roll back again and your body trembles as you're overcome with another intense climax. Rurik's grip on your neck finally releases and he moves away from you. Taking a deep breath in you slowly rub a hand across your now sore neck and watch as Rurik moves to the large bed. Slowly sliding off the table you walk over to the other side before tentatively getting in. You know there's no point in trying to argue with him or be difficult. He moves in beside you and stretches out on his back before slipping an arm under your back. He pulls you into his arms and you can feel his breath steadily grow deeper. Late into the night you think you hear a wolf howl outside the window but when you go to check you see nothing but the freshly fallen snow.

The next morning when you awake the King has already left and you see your cloak laid out on the table. Quickly rushing over to it you're surprised to find yourself relieved when you the flask is still inside. Glancing around you look for a more secure location for it and decide between the mattress and bed frame will work for now. You finish hiding it just in time, as a minute later, some attendants walk and start helping you get ready for the day. Rurik's tastes for you seem to be different than those of the typical of Nordic style. Another form fitting dress is brought out for you and you're unfamiliar with the soft fabric it's made out of. You don't recognize the the intricate, yet tiny, woven pattern that makes up the material. It's also a strikingly white color that almost perfectly matches the snow outside. When you're done dressing your lead out into the massive dining area and blush when you feel everyone's eyes on you.