A woman was groaning in pleasure and pain. Her long blonde hair spread throughout the cot; sweat dripped from her body. "L-Lord It-Itzvar!"

Itzvar thrust himself into the nameless woman, taking out his anger and frustrations on her. The Viking felt that Ragnar made a fool of him, but most importantly, Sophia. He couldn't believe that she had escaped. However, it made sense that Sophia worked with Ragnar for the raid to happen. For Itzvar, he knew the news about his village being raided would travel afar.

The ultimate humiliation.

His anger got the better of him, and he grabbed the unnamed woman's neck and squeezed it while ramming his cock inside her. At first, this excited the woman, but it was getting hard for her to breathe when his grip tightened. "L-Lord, I-I-I can't breathe."

Itzvar wasn't listening to her; he didn't care. The Viking knew what he was doing. The woman was nothing more than a slave he and his men kidnapped from another village. He glared at the woman with pure rage, but then the image of Sophia came before him. Itzvar saw her image beneath him, her eyes full of pleasure and seduction.

"What's wrong, Viking? Are you angry that Ragnar and I outsmarted you?" Sophia's image asked. "I knew you'd be easy to fool."

This made Itzvar even more outraged as he saw her image smiling almost condescendingly. He squeezed her neck even tighter as he rammed into her. The image of her breasts bouncing made him even more erect. The thought of him ravaging Sophia excited him. However, the memories of the raid and her escaping made him forget his excitement.

Itzvar imagined her eyes filled with fire and strength. He wanted them to hold fear. Itzvar wanted to dominate her, to break her. His anger was so great that Itzvar didn't hear a small crack. The image of Sophia was gone; all he saw was the woman. However, the woman didn't move. Her eyes and body were motionless.

Itzvar immediately took his cock out of her.

The woman was dead. He rolled his eyes, but he was still erect. Itzvar decided to stand in his bath and began to please himself. The image of Sophia returned to him. He imagined her nude, standing before him and touching his muscular body. Itzvar would imagine her getting a hold of his cock, moving her hand up and down as her breasts touched his muscular chest.

He was going faster on his cock. Itzvar then imagined Sophia lowing herself in front of his cock and sucking on him. A small groan escaped his lips. Itzvar used his free hand to touch his chest and squeeze one of his nipples. He was getting so close, and then he released on the floor. Itzvar was breathing heavily. When Itzvar opened his eyes, the image of Sophia was gone. He then sat on his bath in silence. His people were still rebuilding many of their homes.

Many of his people were killed during the raid; funeral preparations were underway. Even after all that, Itzvar couldn't get Sophia out of his mind, even though she went against him. He wondered why he would even still desire her. Was it because of her beauty? Was it the need to break her? The need to dominate her?

The Viking didn't know or care, but all that he did know was he wanted to get her back. Not only that, he wanted revenge against Ragnar. One of his greatest mistakes was that he didn't kill him when he had the chance. However, it will not happen again. Itzvar finished bathing and got dressed. Before heading out, he glanced at the woman's dead body and walked out.

He saw three of his men standing out, keeping guard. He ordered two of them to take the woman's body and put it on the pyre. Itzvar ordered the third man to call his council to meet in the great hall. The Viking wanted to plot revenge, but first, he needed to know Ragnar and Sophia's location. He and his men needed their best spies to make that happen.