Ivar groaned as he thrust into her, over and over again with ever increasing vigour. The sounds of pleasure coming from the woman beneath him, pushing him to keep going until they both came undone, and his seed spilled inside her.

Once they had made it clear to one another how they felt; how they both wished to know each other, Ivar had had to tell her that he wasn't like other men......that he couldn't........that he had not even been able to get it work, so that he would just be able to know what it was like. His anger overcoming him, as he had roared in frustration; hating the notion that he would never be a fulfil her in the truest sense. That, and he believed that no matter how much (Y/n) might say she loved him; he doubted that she could ever look up him, upon his pathetic excuse for legs without feeling disgust. Yet in the midst of his anger, there she had been, her hand coming to rest on his cheek, before drawing his lips to hers. Ivar clinging to her, as if she were the only thing that could stop him from completely losing himself to his ire. The young prince allowing her to lay him back; to let her undo not only the laces of his breeches but also the bindings that kept his legs together. (Y/n) laying her finger softly on his lips, as he went to protest; her head slowly shaking, before she carefully removed the article of clothing. His eyes widening, as she pulled her dress up over her head to reveal her naked form. Ivar gripping to the straw stuffed mattress beneath him, as she gently began to kiss his legs. His head dropping back, as her lips gradually moved further up to his thigh; cursing to the sky, as she came to his manhood. The breath catching in his throat, as he felt her kiss him, lick him; one of his hands moving to grip at her hair, as he found himself taken into her mouth. The feeling, the way her tongue circle around his cock, making his mind race. And then he felt it, his manhood twitching, hardening, growing until the point that she began to gag on him. Ivar quickly pulling her up so that she could sit astride him; his fingers digging into her hips as he watched himself disappear inside her. Ivar sure that there had been more than one tear in his eye, as she had made him a man; and he had only wanted her ever since.

"I love you, my beautiful prince..........." She said, as she looked up at him, wiping some of the sweat from his brow.

"I don't want anyone but you.............."

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She had thought to push him away; to push him away and slap him. To be angered for him being so forward; yet she could not deny the stirrings inside her, as his weathered lips, met hers. His calloused palms pulling her to him as she found herself melting into his kiss. It was different to how Ivar would kiss her yet was strangely the same. Both felt needy, rough and demanding; but with Harald, there was not a hint of self doubt. No fear that she might reject him, be afraid of him. (Y/n) finding herself moaning as the kiss continued, as she felt the firmness of his body, against hers.

It had been sometime since she and Ivar had laid together last; and her need to be touched, to be treated like a woman. To feel the euphoria that came with laying with a man, was getting the better of her. He was making her feel drunk; her head spinning as his lips moved from hers down her neck then across the tops of her breasts. The older man continuing to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he desired her, as he pulled at the stings of her dress. The bodice opening just enough so that he could reach more of her bosom. Her hand gripping at his braid, as he drew one of her nipples into his mouth.

Gods, she wanted this; she needed this. She desired nothing more than for the handsome king to take her right there and then; to lower her onto the dock, push her skirt up around her waist then thrust his hard, throbbing cock inside her until she could only scream out his name in pure pleasure. Yet before she could say anything, before she could beg Harald to take her; there he was in her mind's eye, the face of Ivar looking down at her and smiling. Her ears filling with his voice, telling her that he loved her; that they were destined to be together. That she was the only woman that he would love. (Y/n) feeling anger burn inside her, as a tear made its way down her cheek. Anger that even though he had been so cruel to her, he would still not leave her mind; would not relinquish his hold on her heart. Her mind, her heart fighting against the desires of her body, as she pushed Harald away.

"(Y/n)......did I.............?" An obvious air of concern in his eyes and voice as he noticed her glassy orbs slimmer in the moonlight. He not meaning to hurt her.

"No. I.........I am sorry. I do want..........I have to go..........." Her reply coming out muddled as she pulled back together the top of her dress; giving the king an apologetic look, before she ran past him up onto the streets of Kattegat and into the night.