1. Raven

Reaching a hand up, you slowly trace your fingers across the rough surface of the plank before you. They hesitate briefly when they reach the dark outline of the Raven. Your mind traces back through the long series of events that brought you to this strange, seemingly mythical, place. Sten was the one who first took you to this land and introduced you to it's strange customs. You suppose you owe him a bit of thanks in that regard, still, you're not keen on returning to the rough life that comes attached to him. Glancing over at the other sign, you're reminded of Ulf and his strange, multicolored, eyes. You're intrigued by the mystery that surrounds him but also slightly scared of his rough ways. Your gaze returns to the sign your hand is still on and you feel confident with your decision. Taking a deep breath, you slowly step away from the sign and start walking down the right path. As you step forward you stop when a bright light suddenly shines down the path towards you. Wincing, you turn your face away to shield your eyes from the light. When you open them back up you're surprised to find you're back in the forest.

The sound of metal clashing can be heard behind you and you slowly get up. You don't remember sitting down but assume it happened when you were in your strange trance. Leaning your body out slightly you're frustrated to find you still can't make anything out. Suddenly, you hear a grunt and the loud thud of something hitting the ground. Holding your breath, you wait in anticipation but don't hear anything else. A moment later the sky is illuminated by a huge flash of lightening and you're finally able to see. You exhale deeply when you see King Rurik's large figure standing over Sten's lifeless form. The lightening fades and you keep a hand on the tree as you step forward. A twig snaps under your foot and you can hear Rurik turn towards your direction. Despite the lack of light he's somehow able to make his way over to you in matter of seconds. You feel his hand roughly grab your arm and you cry out slightly from the sudden pain. Rurik's grip on your arm loosens at the sound of your voice and he pulls back slightly. "What are you doing here?" His voice his sharp but somewhat ragged. More lightening streaks the sky and you see he's covered in more blood now.

"I was worried about you..." Your voice trails off when you realize how foolish you sound. What did you think you were going to do to help? Rurik sigh's deeply and you feel his hand return to your arm but his touch is far gentler this time. Keeping his hand on you, he starts leading you out of the dark forest. You both remain silent as make your way back to the keep. The King dismisses the men who quickly rush up to him when you walk through the entrance in the wall around the town. When you enter the keep, Rurik releases your arm, and you follow him up the stairs. Blood runs down his arm and splatters against the stone floor as you walk down the corridor towards his chambers. He steps through the entrance and you shut the door behind you after doing the same. Rurik shrugs his cloak off and sits in a chair before the fire. Tilting your head, you slowly taken in his bloodied and wet body. His shirt is already partially ripped down the front and you watch as he reaches up and rips it the rest of the way. Once the shirt is open he removes it and begins tearing it into long strips. You glance over to the side of the room where a basin of water sits and walk towards it.

The King glances over at you slightly when you take a seat beside him but continues remaining silent. Picking up one of the strips of cloth, you dip it into the water, then gently run it down the gash on his upper arm. Once the wound is cleaned you use take the other strips and wrap them around it securely. When you finish you start to pull your hand away but are surprised when Rurik lays his own hand on top of it. Slowly lifting your eyes you're relieved to see his expression has softened considerably. In fact, it seems as if the majority of the stress it had been previously carrying is gone. "Please, don't put yourself in danger like that again." His fingers curl around your own and he pulls you away from his arm but doesn't release your hand. He stands slowly and gently lifts to your feet in the same motion. Once you're standing he releases your hand and takes out the pin holding your cloak together. When it slips off you realize it completely soaked through and your clothing beneath it is also wet. Rurik reaches forward and his fingers curl loop under the fabric inside the collar. He roughly pulls down and apart and the material rips slightly before sliding off you. Despite the fire to your side you still shiver slightly when your bare form is revealed.

You feel Rurik's hands return to your arms and he slides them up to your shoulders. Before you have time to react he takes a few steps forward and pushes you back. You gasp out slightly when your back connects with the stone wall behind you. He leans down and kisses you roughly. Your muscles relax slightly until you feel his hand slip between your thighs. His thumb presses against your clit and starts moving back and forth slowly. When you moan you feel you feel his tongue slip into your mouth. Exhaling slightly, you close your eyes and let the feelings overtake you. Rurik's other hand slides down and he twists on of your nipples between his fingers. Your legs tremble slightly and you feel liquid trickle down your thighs as an orgasm shoots through you. Rurik's pace only quickens when he notices this and you wrap your arms around his neck to help hold yourself up. He pulls away from your face and lowers his head to your other breast. You groan slightly when you feel his tongue on your sensitive nipple. His grip on the other one tightens and in the same moment you feel him slide a large finger inside your wet hole. Your own grip around his shoulders also tightens as he begins moving the finger around in a circular motion.

Moaning, you lean your head back against the wall and feel your eyes roll back slightly. A moment later they roll back the rest of the way when he bites down on your nipple. Your arms grow slightly weak as the next orgasm hits you and you struggle to stay standing. Rurik lowers a hand to your waist and pulls the other one away from you before straightening up. You feel uncomfortably empty now that his finger is gone and look up at him as you pant lightly. He seems to decide your moment is over and you feel him grab your arm. In a swift motion he spins you around and pushes you against the wall again. Your sensitive breasts press against the cold stone wall and you feel Rurik's hands move to your waist. Without being asked you find yourself stepping apart to open your legs for him. One of his hands pulls away from you and a moment later you feel his warmth pressing against you. The hand returns to your waist and you're pressed further into the wall when he rams into you. Air rushes out of your lungs but you know that's not what's causing you to feel lightheaded. Your eyes close again as you enjoy the feeling of being completely engulfed by him.

When he leans down slightly, you feel his chest press down on your back and his rough beard brush against your neck. His fingers dig deeper into your hips as his pace quickens. Soon your whole torso is pressed against the stone wall and you grow slightly more lightheaded. A minute later you feel your inner walls clench around him and cry out softly. While you're still catching your breath, Rurik pulls away and takes a step back. You slowly turn around to face him and see there's still a hungry look in his eyes. He steps back towards you and wraps an arm around your back, pulling you close to him. He pulls his arm away and you feel his hands return to your hips as he lifts you up. He turns before taking a few steps forward, and you exclaim slightly when he slams you down onto the table below you. His hands slide down to your legs and drags you closer to him before pulling them open. You lower your legs and your feet hang down just slightly above the floor. Rurik steps forward and places himself at your entrance. He moves his hands to your wrists before pushing your arms back against the table.

His large figure hovers over you and you gasp when you feel him slide in the rest of the way. His intense and somewhat fervent pace causes the table to shake slightly. When your body starts sliding back and forth Rurik lowers himself down on you. His torso is broad but warm and you can tell he's not putting his full weight on you. Still, the added pressure is slightly uncomfortable and you twist around a bit. Rurik groans slightly when you feels you struggling beneath him and his movements become rougher. "Rurik!" You gasp out as his body slams against you. He seems too lost in the moment to hear you and doesn't stop. Despite your slight worry your body is still completely responding to his movements. More liquid runs down your inner thighs and pools on the table beneath you. Rurik's body has become slightly slick with sweat and you hear him grunt lightly while he moves. He pulls back slightly and when he thrusts back in he slams into your back wall. Your muscles tense as a feel yourself cumming over his thick shaft, and you moan loudly. Rurik pulls back again and groans deeply after he slams back into you. He stiffens slightly and you feel him release deep inside you. He let's out a long exhale before lifting his weight off you and getting up. When you stand you can feel more liquid running down your legs and you're also slightly sweaty. Rurik looks down and tilts his head slightly before giving you an approving smile.