Rollo looked up, as the plate was dropped on the table in front of him, to see the wolf looking back at him. Since she had taken a bath a few days before, the Duke of Normandy had found himself unable to sleep; his eyes permanently fixed on (Y/n) as she lay sleeping, chained up in the corner of his room.

He knew that it would make more sense to have her sent back to the dungeons; the most sense to just have her killed, but he had never had much sense when it had come to her. His primal need to have her, overtaking any kind of logical thought. Even before the raid on Paris, he had thought about trying to get her to stay with him, when he would volunteer to remain. But even if he had somehow been able to talk her into leaving his brother, he was sure that as soon as she had found out that he had in fact betrayed Ragnar and their people, she would have done her best to kill him. That she would have torn out his throat, before doing all she could to find her way back to Kattegat. Yet despite knowing all this; despite knowing that if she got even half a chance, she would take his life; nothing but nothing could make him want to have her out of his sight for too long. Rollo only allowing the guards to take her, so that she could bring him food and drink.

"How many days is it now that you have not slept, Rollo?" (Y/n) asked, as she moved around to his side of the table and took a seat next to him.

"You know, perhaps you should try closing your eyes instead of watching me; instead of taking out your cock and stroking it until you cum.......you know, I have seen you when you think I am asleep. I have heard you grunting and calling out my name as you spill your seed all over your hand. Tell me, is it the memory of seeing me naked when I bathed that you envision when you are pleasuring yourself; or is it just the fact that you have me chained up, that gets you over the edge?" Ragnar's wolf continued. A small smile pulling at the corners of her lips, as the younger son of Sigurd pushed the plate of food away, that she had just bought for him, before he got to his feet so that he could refill his goblet.

He wanted to deny everything; to tell her that her eyes were deceiving her, her ears playing tricks; but she was right, and he knew that there was little point in contradicting her. Since he had held her in his room, he had been unable to stop himself; some nights even standing over her, as he thought she slept, imagining her naked, as well as chained. Imagining her, the feared wolf of Ragnar Lothbrok, bending to his every desire; begging him to take her, to use her, to make her, his. And then, when he was done, he would return to his drink; eventually getting a few moments of furtive sleep, before he would awake to find the whole cycle starting again. Rollo now beginning to believe that the gods had sent her to drive him insane.

"You know, a little part of me is flattered that I could cause you to do such things; that the thought of me, could make Rollo the bear, cum undone. For you see, before you turned traitor, I would think of you at night while I lay in my bed......" (Y/n) began to confess. Rollo turning to see that she has closed her eyes and was slowly beginning to pull up her skirts. The breath catching in his throat, as she brought the material up around her waist, and let her legs fall open so that he could see her. The duke's cock twitching and pushing at the inside of his pants, as she slowly moved her fingers up over the flesh of her thigh.

"I would imagine you, naked in my bed. I would pretend that my hand, my fingers were yours, as I trailed them over my bare breasts, and then to my womanhood............" She continued, her breathing becoming laboured, as her fingers reached the hair that nestled between her legs. Rollo pulling at the strings that held together his pants, so that he could release his cock that was begging for attention. That was pleading with him for relief. The duke taking himself in hand and stoking; licking his lips, as he watched her push a finger inside herself. Her free hand gripping to the edge of the table, as she started to move. His own movements becoming quicker, as he saw her slick make its way over her hand.

"I would wish that your head was between my legs, my fingers gripping into your hair as you let your tongue explore me; your hands grabbing at my thighs, so you could pull me close and bury your face in me........and that you wouldn't stop licking; wouldn't stop pushing your fingers inside me, until I came all over you..........." (Y/n) pushing another finger inside herself as she spoke. Rollo sure that with every word, that with every movement that she made, he would burst. The duke imagining spilling himself over the top of her leg, or even over her womanhood.

"And then.......oh, gods, then, you would be over me. I would be able to feel your weight against me, as you pushed your cock inside me; my nails digging into the muscles of your back as you thrust into me mercilessly, over and over again until I screamed out your name; until I could feel you cum inside me.........." Rollo closing his eyes as he felt himself get closer and closer. His strokes getting sloppy, until there was a sudden knock on the door. His eyes flying open to see that the wolf was no longer next to him, that her skirts were no longer up around her waist nor her fingers deep inside her. (Y/n) looking and acting as though nothing had ever happened. A wicked smile coming to her lips, as he quickly pushed himself back into his pants.

"That will be your dog's coming to take me to the next thing that you have ordered for me to do. Such a shame, I could see that you were almost there, Rollo. Maybe you will have to save it for tonight now, when you think I am sleeping." The black-eyed woman told him, before she threw open the door to reveal four guards. (Y/n) grabbing the heavy chain that was attached to the metal collar around her throat and handing it to one of the men. Looking back at the once great Northman, before pushing passed the guards. Leaving Rollo to drop back into his chair, and grab for his goblet; drinking the contents down in one gulp, before breaking it as he slammed it onto the table.