Ubbe's brows furrowed, as his bride walked back into the Great Hall with a rather happy looking Ivar dragging himself along by her side. The oldest son of Aslaug taking her hand as (Y/n) retook her seat next to him.

"Are you alright.......did Ivar........?"

"Ivar and I were just talking. He seems to like me. I think that he and I will get on well........" (Y/n) told him. Ubbe's brows furrowing even deeper, as his youngest brother raised his cup to the Saxon Princess. He not too sure whether Ivar liking his new wife, the, getting on well, was a good thing or not.

"Now......." (Y/n) calling Ubbe's attention back to her.

"I seem to recall that before we docked, you promised me that as soon as we could get away, we would. That you couldn't wait to find yourself back between my legs. So, you have two choices......either we make our excuses, and you take me to our cabin; or, I will raise my skirts and straddle you in front of everyone........."

"You wouldn't.........." Ubbe instantly forgetting about Ivar. A smile returning to his lips, as he inched closer to her.

"Wouldn't I......? You should know by now, Ubbe Ragnarsson, that I am not your usual Saxon woman. And I really am missing that cock of yours......." Ubbe suddenly on his feet, the crowd cheering, as he took her up into his arms. The Viking prince carrying his Saxon princess out of the Hall.

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(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh, as Ubbe appeared from under her skirts with her dagger in his hand. He giving her quite the oddest look. She not about to tell the man that had just been feasting on her, the man whose beard was covered in her arousal; whose tongue had only seconds before, been exploring her and causing her to call to both her god and his, that she had threatened the thrall that dared to think that Ubbe might still be hers, with it, just before she had returned to the Hall with Ivar. Nor would she tell him that it was what she would use if that Margrethe, so much as looked at him, to end her life. The Saxon princess simply giving him the most innocent look that she could summon.

"I am a lady in a strange place, surrounded by strangers. Big, strong Vikings. It never hurts to have something with which to protect myself........" (Y/n) explained, watching as Ubbe dropped the blade to the floor, before moved up over her. Her body pinned beneath his; caged in by his strong arms.

"The only thing you need to protect you, is me..........."

"Is that right.......? And who will protect me from you, Ubbe..........?" The breath catching in her throat, as he leant down to whisper into her ear.

"No one............" He growled in reply. A loud moan leaving her lips, as she felt his clothed hardened cock push up against her womanhood.

"Now tell me again, how much you have missed my cock, wife.........?"

"More than you could ever know, husband.........." Another moan leaving her, as Ubbe pushed himself up onto his knees; pulling at the strings that held her bodice together, until the stiffened material fell to her sides.

"Touch yourself. I want to watch you........." Ubbe told her. The prince turning his attention to getting his breeches down, as (Y/n)'s hands found her breasts. His cock screaming at him to be released, while he watched her nipples harden between her fingers. The second son of Ragnar resorting to almost ripping the clothing from his body. His hands gripping firmly at (Y/n)'s hips before pulling her toward him, as his cock sprung up, desperate for relief. Her skirts pushed high around her waist; (Y/n) grabbing at the furs beneath her as Ubbe took his manhood and coated himself in her arousal. The princess whimpering as the tip of his cock teased her slick, silken folds.

"Ubbe.......don't tease.........I......I have to have you........." Ubbe not needing to hear any more. (Y/n) gasping as he thrust himself inside her. His grip on her hips bound to leave bruises on her skin, but she didn't care. She had her husband back inside her, stretching her out as only her beautiful Viking prince could. Each thrust, how his mouth, tongue, teeth had now found her nipples, making her squirm; making her body tremble as they moved together in perfect unison.

"So tight, so wet and all mine..........." Ubbe whispered into her ear. His voice deeper than usual, causing her to become more aroused than she already was. Her high, that wonderful moment when her body surrendered completely to the bliss that her new husband could give her, getting closer and closer.

"So big.....so hard......and god.....all mine........" (Y/n) managed to reply as her hands found their way to underneath his shirt. Nails digging into his firm muscles. Muscles that had been honed by years of swinging swords and axe in practice and battle. The feel of his body as it pressed her further into the thick furs beneath her, her legs now up over his shoulders, was intoxicating. This so much more than she could have hoped for when she had seen the other men that her father had thought to marry her to. (Y/n) never more grateful that Ragnar had brought his people to her father's kingdom; that he had made a deal for her hand, and that she had been wed to Ubbe. She looking forward to whatever this new life might bring her way.