Ravish Her Completely (7 page)

Agata touched herself, showed him her most intimate part, and honestly didn’t know what in the hell had gotten into her. She looked down at the long, thick length that was standing hard between Stian’s muscular thighs. It was like another limb for as big and thick it was. This man was definitely a warrior, a completely brutal male that could crush bones with his hands. He’d proved how lethal he was back in the village, yet since she’d been with him, trapped in this hut, she’d seen a different side of him.

She lifted her gaze from him stroking himself in slow, almost lazy motions, didn’t stare too long at the clear fluid that lined the tip of his cock from his excitement, and moved her gaze to his chest. She wasn’t afraid of him, though she should be. Agata was more than ready to have him move closer, feel his big body right on top of hers, and feel him thrust deeply into her.

He took a step closer until he was at the edge of the pallet, and kept his gaze trained between her splayed thighs. He stroked himself a little faster, and she watched his bicep contract and relax from the rapid motion. He placed a knee on the bed, and put his hands beside her hips. She felt herself grow wetter between her thighs.

“I might regret this when it’s all said and done, but I’m not going to stop it. I want this too badly. I’ll worry about the repercussions later when I’m back at my own home, not in this insane alternate universe in the middle of nowhere.” Yes, she was talking to herself, and saying the words out loud made her feel slightly better, a little stronger.

God, she should feel embarrassed at being on display like this, but the way he watched her only made her feel this desire like she’d never felt before. Agata thought, no, hoped, he’d thrust right into her, but instead he moved down the bed, placed his hands on her inner thighs, and pushed her legs open until her muscles screamed in protest.

Stian had his gaze on her pussy, and then had his mouth right on her, licking, sucking, and making her feel uncomfortable and so good all in the same breath. Stian took his fingers and spread her lips apart, and then she felt him flatten his tongue and run it from the opening of her body all the way up to her little nub.

This was crazy good, insane and wanton, and she could imagine herself at home with Stian, because he’d asked him to be with her. When he reached her clit he sucked on that little bundle until a cry did leave her and she fisted her hands in the sheets.

“
Öskravoki savo hátt eyru hringur minna
,” he murmured against her and went back to torturing her in a way that had sweat beading her brow even more. Her heart felt like it would burst from her chest, and there was this intensity moving through her.

And then it was like something broke inside of her. The pleasure coursed through her, and she was vaguely aware of this loud sound filling the room. She soon realized that the noise was coming from her. But she felt this euphoric sensation move through her that caused her not to care if she was screaming loud enough to wake the dead.

Stian kept making these loud, almost animalistic sounds against her flesh, and she felt even more wetness leave her.

When the pleasure receded she rested against the furs, breathing out heavily and trying to get her bearings. He moved away from between her legs, and she forced her eyes open so she could look at him. He had his hands braced on the bed on either side of her shoulders. The position made him look so very fierce, but the thing that had her enthralled was the fact his mouth was glossy from the wetness he had urged out of her when he’d licked at her pussy.

She pushed herself up, resting her upper body on her elbows, and waited for him to kiss her. He didn’t make her wait long, and seconds later claimed her mouth, forcing her to taste herself on him as he thrust his tongue between her lips. The flavor was salty and sweet, with a hint of musk from her added to it. She made a small noise, and that seemed to have something snapping inside of Stian, because a second later he groaned, speared his hand in her hair behind her head, and pulled on the strands forcefully.

She felt the hot, hard length of him press between her thighs as he continued to kiss her, and just wanted to feel him stretching her, pushing into her and making her ache settle. Stian swirled his tongue around the inside of her mouth, sucked her tongue back into his mouth with a possessiveness that Agata felt deep in her bones, and took control of her fully.

Without breaking the kiss he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Everything inside of her stilled, tensed, and she panted with anticipation. He pulled back, looked down at her face, and the fierceness that covered his expression made her picture him with his sword and ax raised high, blood covering his chest and plaits and face, his brutality evident on his expression. He was taking what belonged to him, and
she
belonged to him right now.

In one, deep thrust, a fluid motion that had her back arching and her head spinning, Stian pushed into her. He groaned above her, closed his eyes, and she saw how taut his body became. She felt the heavy weight of his balls press against her bottom, but he didn’t move right away once he was fully inside of her. Agata certainly felt full, stretched, and the discomfort was so shocking that she was having a hard time catching her breath, but at the same time she wanted more.

When he started moving in and out of her, faster and harder with each passing second, she grabbed onto his biceps and dug her nails into his firm flesh. He didn’t speak, but he breathed hard, heavy, and kept his eyes closed. It was almost a pained expression that covered his face, and she couldn’t draw her gaze away from him.

He finally opened his eyes, and the perspiration that covered his face and dripped onto her chest turned her on even more. Agata could have gotten off from the sight of those beads of sweat moving down his body, could have come just from the feeling of him in her, not even moving.

His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his arms shook, as it was clear he was trying to refrain and control himself. He pushed into her and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust. When he buried himself to the hilt in her he was motionless for a second, breathing heavily and stirring the hair that fell around her face.

Agata was so close to feeling that intense pleasure again, and her inner muscles were clenching rhythmically around his girth uncomfortably. When the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of her body, she rose up and braced her elbows on the bed to support herself. Watching what Stian did to her seemed so very obscene, but she also couldn’t lie and say that her arousal didn’t increase because of it.

Agata saw that he was staring between her thighs, and she followed his gaze. He was massive inside of her, and she was wet, unbelievably so. He moved in and out of her, sweat dripping down his temples and landing on her breasts. He was slow and steady at first, but with each passing second he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into her. These low, short sounds left her, and Agata was unable to hold them in, didn’t even try.

“Stian, I…” Closing her eyes, and not caring that she was speaking to him and he couldn’t understand her, Agata let herself fall back on the bed. He went primal on her, the sound of their wet skin slapping together filling the room. But it was his harsh grunts coming from him that fueled her own heightening sensations. Before she felt that intensity of an orgasm claim her once more Stian pulled out of her body and flipped her onto her belly.

A gasp left her at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but he didn’t make her wait long to feel full once more. He palmed her ass, gripped the mounds and squeezed them in his big hands until the pain mixed with pleasure once more. Grabbing her waist and hauling her up so she was now on her hands and knees, Stian was like a wild animal with her. She felt him place the tip of his shaft by her entrance once more, and then he was sliding into her into her in one smooth, fluid motion.

He moved in and out of her slowly, but just like before started picking up speed until the sound of their skin slapping together filled her ears. He growled out and held onto her hips in a bruising grip.

She lowered her head and looked down the length of her body, could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of her, and opened her mouth in a silent cry.

“
Konna, gefa alt av deg til mín
.” He groaned and grunted the words in that deep voice of his, and her pleasure increased. And then he was holding her hips so tight that the pain had her gasping out. He buried himself deep inside of her, and she swore she felt the hard jets of his seed fill her.

Agata should have been worried about them not using protection, although given the state he lived in, so old world, she doubted he even knew what a condom was. But still, she should have taken better precautions, been stronger in keeping her distance from this man. He was murmuring these harsh and guttural things. He filled her with his cum, bathing her in it until all she could feel, smell, and hear was Stian.

He covered her back with his chest, and his hard pants of breath bathed the nape of her neck. Her arms shook as she held herself up, and when he pulled out of her she allowed herself to fall forward. Stian lay down beside her, but before she could even take another breath he had his thick arm wrapped around her waist and had her pulled in close to him. Her skin was sweaty, his cum and her arousal covered her pussy and inner thighs, but she couldn’t even find the strength to move.

“Konna,” he said huskily.

This misplaced and totally strange feeling filled her when he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head. Agata should have thought more on that, realized that being here with Stian had started off being one of the worst experiences of her life, but now it didn’t seem so bad.

What did that say about her that she had slept with her captor, that she’d witnessed him nearly take down a whole village to protect her, and she’d gone back home with him? Was she sick in the head, lonely, suffering from some kind of psychological issue because she did want Stian in this way?

He pulled the hide over them, one that felt butter soft and smelled of him. Agata shouldn’t have felt safe, protected in his arms. But she did, and she actually drifted off to sleep with his warrior caging her in like she was his most precious prisoner.

It was like a soft brush of chilled air over her bared arm, a whisper in her ear, a feeling of being watched. It was those sensations that had Agata slowly opening her eyes, blinking, as the fire burning from the center basin was a little too bright right away, and looking around. She thought for sure someone would be in the hut, knew that they weren’t alone even though she couldn’t see anyone.

Getting up and slipping out from the heavy fall of Stian’s arm, she sat on the edge of the pallet and looked over her shoulder at him. He turned around, his big body rippling with power even though he was at rest. She grabbed one of the thinner blankets off the edge of the pallet and wrapped it around herself. He was either a heavy sleeper, which she didn’t know if she believed, or she was dreaming. The latter made more sense, although this felt so real. She felt the warmth of the fire, felt the chill of the outside seep through the coarse burlap that covered the windows.

Wrapping the blanket around herself, she stood, looked at Stian once more, and then turned her gaze toward the door. She could leave again, just get dressed, grab what she could, and try to leave before Stian woke up. But this was a dream … right?

But she wasn’t a fool, knew she couldn’t make it out there with the temperature dropping, the night having fallen, and who knew what in the hell lurked in the shadows. Besides, there was something shifting inside of her, something that said she liked being wrapped up in Stian’s arms. Another part of her said she couldn’t stay here. She needed to find out where she was and how to get home.

The wind picked up, howling through the cracks in the hut, threatening to burst the place down no matter how strong it was. She went over to one of the windows, pulled the burlap aside, and looked into the murky darkness. Stian made a noise, and she looked at the pallet. But there she was, lying right beside him, his big hand on her hip, his fingers curled into her skin. He whispered something deep and sleep-filled against her neck, and even though she stood feet from the bed, clearly dreaming all of this, she swore she felt the sensation of his breath along her flesh.

“You have acclimated nicely to this world, child.” The woman’s voice came from right beside her, and Agata turned and stared at the elderly woman she’d seen at the festival. That seemed so far away now, so distant and surreal.

“You sent me to this place,” Agata said without question.

The woman smiled. “Child, you’re right where you need to be.”

“Where am I, a different part of Norway or something? I’m clearly out in the middle of nowhere with people that think it’s in style to live like they did centuries ago.” Agata rubbed her hands over her arms, the blanket doing nothing to keep the cold out. “I didn’t ask for this.”

The old woman looked at where Stian slept. “We always want what we don’t think we need,” she said in this cryptic voice and went to stare at Agata with those creamy white eyes again. “But when we are given the opportunity to see it for ourselves, experience it, then we see that it is what we’ve been missing.”

Agata thought on those words. “What in the hell are you talking about? You drugged me, shipped me off to this place where Stian keeps, well, kept me chained up, where villagers would like to skin me over my association with that Viking.” God, she was arguing with this woman in her dream. Closing her eyes she shook her head. This was too bizarre. This whole situation was strange.

“Did you not tell me you wished for something else?”

Agata closed her eyes again and rubbed her forehead.

“You are in the In-Between, child, and if you truly were unhappy you’d have no trouble leaving. You’d be given the chance to escape of your own free will.” The woman continued to stare at her. “You’d be shown the way out, but only if you truly wanted to leave.”

“This is crazy,” Agata whispered. “I can’t understand him, and up until last night I have tried to escape. I don’t want to be here.” But as the words left her mouth this strange feeling overcame her. Did she really mean what she’d said?

She looked around the small hut, thought on the fact that in this short time she’d learned where everything was, and the schedule Stian kept as he worked day and night. To say this was a simpler life was an understatement. If anything it was worse, harder, more brutal. The people within it killed with little provocation.

“So you’re telling me you sent me to some kind of alternative universe?” Agata shook her head. “This is so damn crazy,” she said for the hundredth time since being dropped in the Twilight Zone.

“The In-Between, child.” The older woman pointed to Stian. “If he wasn’t who you truly belonged with, you wouldn’t have been given to him.”

Given to him?

“Enjoy the freedom of not having to pretend, child.”

“None of this makes sense.” She spoke to herself. “Are you a witch or something?” God, Agata sounded so ridiculous, felt stupid for even engaging in this conversation. But the truth was she was here, having this conversation with a woman in her dreams, knowing that she was no longer in her time, and so she had no option but to accept what was happening until it could be changed. The woman grabbed a small, coin-purse sized satchel from one of the pockets in her oversized cloak, and handed it to Agata.

“You are not a prisoner.”

“Try telling Stian that,” Agata said and grabbed the satchel.

“The warrior has had a bad life, one nobody should endure no matter what plane you live in.” The old woman nodded to the satchel. “If you truly want to leave, then all you have to do is dump those contents in water and drink it. Same as before, but, child, you must really want to leave, deep in your bones, in your very soul.”

Agata looked up, feeling her eyebrows knit in confusion. She was in an alternate dimension, but that wasn’t as unbelievable as it should have been. Before she could ask what that meant the old woman was gone. This chill raced along her body, more pronounced now then it had ever been.

She slowly opened her eyes, and shot up on the pallet, a small sound leaving her. Stian was up and alert, the small ax he held in his hand poised like he meant to do some serious damage. His eyes weren’t on her though, as if she might dart off, but scanning the hut. He rested back down beside her, pulled her close again, and whispered something in her hair.

Agata couldn’t relax, not even when she felt the heavy, deep breathing of Stian as he drifted back to sleep. She stared at the ceiling, counted the rows of logs that made the roof, and opened her hand. Lifting the satchel up her heart pounded. This was quite possibly the strangest thing she’d ever encountered, the weirdest thing she’d ever lived through. In her heart she knew that she couldn’t stay here.

This wasn’t her home, and even if her apartment in the city was lonely and cold, it was still where she found comfort on those empty nights. But even after being here for a week, or hell she didn’t even know how long since the days seemed to run together, she’d never felt the kind of desire as she had with Stian tonight.

Since seeing him when she’d first woken up she’d felt arousal for the big brute. He was dangerous, had kept her prisoner, still did if she thought on it hard enough and pushed her desire for him away. But the fact remained he’d
protected
her,
saved
her. She tucked the satchel under the thick hides, rolled over onto her side, away from Stian, and stared at the fire. She watched those flames dance until her eyes grew heavy and darkness took her away.

****

Agata watched as a flock of birds flew overhead. She was outside, Stian a few feet from her cutting wood, and the thick, fur lined jacket he’d made for her keeping the cold away. There were these little green berries that she was currently picking, and although it was cold as hell, these little berries were growing aplenty and were vibrant in color.

She felt the weight of the herb satchel in her shift pocket. She’d had it for days now, held it many times when Stian wasn’t looking, and thought about just taking it and being done with this In-Between world. She’d gotten over her initial confusion and shock that she was in a different dimension, because even if it sounded crazy as hell, it was the only thing that made sense.

And as much as this whole situation and experience were insane, her reality, her life back home in the States, didn’t make as much a sense as being with Stian. He made her feel wanted, made the loneliness she’d always felt vanish. He held her, whispered to her, and made her feel like there was no other woman for him. The latter might be true, seeing as he lived out in the middle of the woods and had initially taken her against her will, but things felt different with him now.

Since she’d first woken up in this very different world, she’d only listened to Stian’s language, as was common since that was all he spoke. He’d only heard her speak English and Norwegian, even if he didn’t understand either. She was a fast learner in general, and learning Norwegian had been easy for her.

During her time here with him she’d picked up on his language quickly, not anything to allow her to speak fluently with someone, but she understood bits and pieces, could even talk back to him when he asked her something simple. The thing was she felt comfortable in this world, in this life. Not conventional in any sense was an understatement given her situation, but with each passing day, and especially after she’d been with him, she realized that she felt something for this man. The old woman had mentioned something about Stian having a troubled life, but she’d been gone before Agata could ask what that meant.

Going back to her home in America, another dimension, as it seemed was the reality, wasn’t even that appealing after she’d started allowing herself to really be in this life. Here she was, picking berries in this strange world, with a man that saw her as a wife, and she wasn’t even jumping at the option to leave anymore, or at least not as strongly. She’d asked herself over and over again since seeing that old woman why she didn’t want to return home, and why she did. There were more pros to staying than leaving, and that scared the shit out of her. Was her life so dull, so lonely and sad that she’d rather stay here?

Looking at Stian as he cut wood, she could picture the fierceness in his body and expression, in the way he’d taken her like he owned her, like there was no other for her. That was a heady sensation, an intoxicating emotion to someone that had never felt an ounce of real love her entire life. He didn’t chain her up, didn’t make her feel like his prisoner any longer.

She stood, grabbed the small basket that held the berries, and moved over to him. He dropped the ax on the ground, grabbed the pieces of wood he’d chopped, and headed into the hut. She stood there, holding that basket, and felt the weight of that damn satchel. It was her lifeline home, she knew that, but she was hesitant. When he returned he held a net and a spear, and spoke in his language.

“We fish.”

She understood him through his thick accent, and nodded. “Okay.” Setting the basket down, she followed him through the trees, deeper into the woods and away from the hut until the sea came into view. He led her down the steep incline until they were on the sandy, yet very rocky beach. She sat on one of the rocks, and watched as he removed his coat and boots, and stepped into the shallow end of the water.

He was still for several minutes, but she saw his gaze moving back and forth along the water. Then he jabbed his spear into the water so fast she didn’t even have time to blink. He lifted the spear out of the water and held it up, showing the squirming fish on the other end. Tearing off the fish and tossing it to the shore, he went back and did this same action over and over again. The fish were piling up, but he didn’t stop.

For at least an hour she sat there, watching him, mesmerized by the fact this man was fluid and swift in his motions. He caught fish right off the shore with nothing but that spear. Once there seemed to be enough fish on the shore, he got out of the water and tossed them into the homemade net. He rinsed off his hands and put his boots and coat back on.

“Come, wife.” He smiled at her, and the act seemed so foreign on such a big, strong and ruthless man like Stian. He led them over to the side, around large outcroppings, and stopped.
“In here, Agata,” he said and looked over his shoulder at her.

She looked at where he was talking about, and shook her head. He had his spear and net full of fish set off to the side now, and it was clear he wanted to take her into this creepy as hell cave where the light didn’t even penetrate the darkness. The small cave was nearly invisible as two large, protruding outcroppings concealed it, but she saw it well enough. He pushed away a thick, thorny looking bush, and gestured for her to come forward.

Looking at Stian, then back at the cave, she gave him a “no fucking way” look and shook her head once more. She tried to form the right words in her head before she spoke in his language, but the words failed her and she didn’t bother. “No, I can’t go in there, Stian,” she said in English, but he was picking up on her language quickly, too.

It took him a moment to respond, and she wondered f he was trying to form the right words before he spoke in English. “Agata, wife, trust me.” He purposefully used smaller words, spoke slowly so she could understand, but still she didn’t know what he could possibly want to show her in there.

Did she trust him? As weird and fucked as it may seem, she did, with her life in fact. He’d saved her twice, mended her once, and gone after her to take out men that hated him. She still didn’t know why he’d lived a horrible life, and maybe she never would, but that clearly had something to do with why the villagers hated him so much. Her pulse started racing at the thought of being in such a tight, confined space.