“I know you’re lonely, know you’ve been banished for things that were not maliciously done. I know you have found a great treasure, a woman that may or may not be of your world.” She lifted a greying eyebrow and smiled.
He didn’t question many things, but he had questioned his woman, and where she’d come from. She was clearly not of his village or area given her attire, language, and the other items she had in her possession. He tightened his hold on the handle of his ax, then lifted it and sheathed it at his hip. “You know of my woman and the strangeness of her, of where she came from.” He didn’t phrase it like a question.
“I do, warrior.”
They stood there for a moment, neither speaking after that, but both watching the other. “Is she a gift from the gods?” Stian might be many things, but he did have faith in the gods, in the great Odin, the father of all, and maybe they were smiling down upon him, even after the lives he took.
“Treasure what you have, warrior.” She turned and left him then, and for the entire time she moved through the woods he watched her. She disappeared through the trees, her small, almost frail body becoming no more.
Stian grabbed the goat and hauled it over his shoulder. Making his way back to the hut, he thought about what the old woman said. He wished he could speak with his female, know where she’d come from, what she thought, and explain the reasons why he would not let her go. He got to his hut, tossed the carcass on the ground by the smoke hut, and went into his home to see Agata sitting by the fire, her hands extended as she tried to warm them.
The weather was changing drastically, and he was already prepped, already prepared to keep them satisfied, well fed, and protected. He stared at her, desire coursing through his veins, and his cock instantly hard as she looked at him with this wide-eyed innocent expression. He’d refrained from touching her the way he wanted, and although she was still so cold at times toward him, while in bed she melted against his body.
“Come here, wife,” he said, knowing she knew at least a few small terms in his language. The way her throat worked as she smiled, the fact she curled her fingers into her palm, and the way she stood slowly, told him that she, too, felt this intense heat move between them.
When she was close enough he reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her forward until she slammed into his chest. “I want to show you what I want, what I need from you.” Looking into her blue, round eyes, seeing her hesitancy, yet her desire as well, had his cock jerking, growing harder. “I want to show you that you’re mine in the most physical of ways. Sex. Desire.” He leaned in an inch so their lips were only inches apart. “I want to fuck you, wife.”
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Desire moved through Agata’s body like a train, fast, hard, and violently. She’d only been here for a few short days, knew she had to leave eventually, but also that she’d never felt the kind of arousal she did when with Stian. It made no sense, annoyed and pissed her off to a point, but the fact remained that she was here for a reason. She just didn’t know what that reason was.
His big hand was around her hipbone, his face so close to hers. He smelled wild, untamed, like the forest that surrounded them. Despite her being here against her will, not even knowing where here was, she did admit she’d never felt this kind of freedom before.
It did feel strange given the fact she was in this current situation, and had a chain still wrapped around her ankle. She’d even gone looking for weapons, and surprisingly found many, just not in her reach. What if someone or something had come in here and tried to hurt her while he’d been hunting? What if she couldn’t get away or defend herself because he’d had her tied up? All those thoughts had crossed through her mind, but she also had been able to look out the window and see him still, even as he hunted.
She believed he never went far from her, maybe as a proprietary thing, or because he didn’t trust her. But either way until she figured out a way to leave, playing along and staying on the side of him that lavished her with this wicked, erotic attention was probably in her best interest.
“This is crazy,” she said to herself, and stared at the fullness of his lips.
He leaned in another inch until their mouths touched just barely.
“I should just kick you in the balls right now.” She whispered a little seductively, smiled even. But she was still chained, still unable to get away, even if her pussy was wet at the moment.
Moving back an inch, she lifted her leg and rattled the chain a little bit. He didn’t move right away, maybe contemplating if she’d run, but he finally bent down and undid the ties. When he stood he took her in his arms, pulled her close once more, and before she knew what was happening kissed her harshly. She moaned, not being able to hold the sound in. He wore this thick leather and fabric coat, the material going down to his ankles. Fur lined the collar, and the scent of him invaded her senses.