"(Y/n)........" Ivar moaned, as his sister placed light kisses across his belly.

"Don't tease.........." His tone somewhere between a plead and an order, as she moved her lips down to the line of his breeches.

"What, brother.......am I not worth waiting for?" (Y/n) asked, as she stopped kissing him and sat up; Ivar raising his head to look at her.

"Perhaps if you do not, I should go and find someone else that thinks I am. Maybe Sigurd..........."

"You wouldn't............!" Ivar exclaimed, sitting bolt upright. The dark prince not at all amused when he saw the mocking smile on his sister's lips.

"Of course not. There is no one for me, but you, Ivar; you know that. Just don't pretend you don't like being teased, because we both know you do........" The princess continued, as she slowly got up from the bed. Ivar pouting a little until his twin began to remove her clothes. A broad smile replacing his pout as he hungrily watched her shirt fell to the floor beneath her; quickly followed by her breeches. The clothes that their mother had always hated that she insisted that she wear, kicked to one side, as she stood naked, before a wide-eyed Ivar. It not that he had never seen her naked before; it not that he had never had her beneath him, as bare as the day that they had been born, before; it was just that each time he saw her, each time they made love, it was as if he had been graced with the favours of a goddess. Ivar always finding it hard to believe that someone as beautiful, as exquisite as (Y/n) was, would want him, even if she was his sister. A growl coming from deep inside him, as his twin raised her hands, and began to gently caress her breasts; her nipples hardening under her touch, before she let her fingers fall to her stomach and then thighs. Ivar firmly rubbing at his cock, as it twitched within its confines.

"(Y/n).....please........" He pleaded. It true what his twin had said, he did like her to tease him. He did like to watch as she touched herself; he did like the feeling of her hot breath on his manhood as she kissed it, and made a silent promise that at any minute she would draw him into her mouth and take him as deep as she could down her throat. He did like it, as she sat over his face, her hand in his hair forcing his head down, so that he couldn't get close enough to taste her. Her brother only able to look at what he desired so much, until his begging got him what he wanted. But at this moment, all he wanted was to bury himself inside her. To feel loved. To receive the reassurance that despite Sigurd's teasing; despite Hvitserk's disbelief at his claims of having a woman, he was loved more than any of his brothers could ever dream of being. And if it took him begging his twin to get that, then he would do it; happily, freely. His heart thumping violently in his chest, as (Y/n) smiled at him and slowly made her way back over to the bed, before climbing onto the straw stuffed mattress then straddling his lap. Her fingers pulling at cords that kept his breeches together. Ivar not minding as she began to pull down the material. The twins smiling at one another as his cock sprang up, pleading to be touched; to be caressed in the way that only (Y/n) could.

Ivar falling back on the bed, as she pulled his breeches further down. The prince not caring about her seeing his legs, never fearing that his sister might hate what she saw. Never fearing that she would judge him. Ivar knowing that (Y/n) loved him, no matter what; just as he did with her. That he was never a cripple in her eyes; that he was so much more than what everyone else, saw. That he was her brother, her twin......her lover. Their bond blessed by the gods. By Odin and Frigga.

Suddenly, he drew in a sharp breath through his teeth, as (Y/n) took his already weeping cock into her hand. His eyes rolling back into his head as her lips kissed the tip and her tongue hungrily licked up the pre-cum. Ivar's hand grabbing at her braid and holding it firmly, as her mouth moved down his cock and she turned her attention to his balls, as her hand began to firmly stroke him. The breath leaving his body as her tongue licked at him, before she took his sack into her mouth. Ivar wanting to tell her that he needed her to ride him. That he wanted to be sheathed in her tightness; to have her arousal drench the hair between his legs. Yet as she continued to take him into her mouth, as she continued to explore him with her tongue and her hand moved firmly up and down his stiff shaft, Ivar could do nothing but smile and hope that she would never stop. That the goddess that was his sister would carry on loving him just like this, until his dying day. The prince able to lift his head just enough so that he could see her. Ivar growling again as he saw the look in her eyes; as he saw the smile on her lip, before her mouth slowly made its way back up his cock. (Y/n) cheekily biting onto his manhood, before it disappeared into her mouth. Ivar thanking the gods, as the tip hit the back of her throat, over and over again, for making (Y/n) his sister, for giving her to him as his lover. The youngest son of Ragnar swearing, that when he could, and no matter what anyone thought, he would wed his sister, just as Odin had Frigga; and make her his queen.