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Warnings: porn without plot
You moved to Coccham when you were a little child. Your father started working as a farmer, and you roamed the streets with your friends until your parents decided you are old enough to work and help them out financially. At first, you worked on the lands, and as you grew, you assisted at the market for payment. You got to know every corner and building in the small village. When you came of age, you started working in the Great Hall as a kitchen-maid, and you worked your way for better jobs under the Lords who come and gone when they found out Coccham is in trouble and they couldn’t help it.
When Uhtred of Bebbanburg came to the small village, you were uncertain about the Dane. You heard stories about his people, and you walked on eggshells for months till you made sure he is a good man. He treated his men and women kindly and fairly. He never shouted at you or ordered you around like a dog.
You got used to his routines and habits, and you learned to live with each other.
The sun is long gone from the sky as you make your way to your room. The hallways are lit with candles, their flame dances as you walk past them. Your legs hurt from today’s work, and you can’t wait to wash yourself off before you go to bed. Your hair is messy, and your plain dress is wrinkled.
Your steps sound loud in the silence.
“Y/N,” You hear your name suddenly from your Lord’s room. His voice is muffled by the huge wooden door. You stop in front of it, listening into the night till you hear your name again repeatedly.
“Y/N!”
You jump at his tone, opening the door hurriedly, afraid it’s something important or urgent.
Uhtred lays on the bed among the furs. The white tunic he wore today is abandoned on the floor not far from him while his pants are pulled down to his thighs. His muscles flexed under his pale skin, and the veins of his neck visible as his head leaned back against the pillows.
You gasp at the sight, stepping back to the walls. At the sudden sound, Uhtred’s head snaps up, looking straight into your eyes. His foggy gaze burns your skin as he watches you.
“I’m so sorry,” you start panicked. “I heard my name, but I didn’t know…”
Your gaze goes down on his body till you reach his hands on his manhood. He is hard and swollen, his slickness shines under the dim lights, and you gulp as you look up to the ceiling.
“Y/N,” he repeats your name without shame. His voice is hoarse and loud enough to make you look at him again. His hand still moves up and down on his cock, watching your reaction without blinking.
“Lord?” You say his name back, waiting for something.
Anything.
You should run away, go to your room and forget everything but the burning feeling in your stomach doesn’t let you move. You rub your thighs together to lessen the pressure.
“Come here,” he says, but his voice doesn’t sound like an order. He gives you a chance to say no to him, to go away without the fear of the consequences.
Your body moves on its own accord. You close the door behind you, stepping closer and closer to the man who reaches out his hand to help you into the bed.
His hand burns your skin as he pets up to your arm, guiding you on top of him. Your thighs shake under your weight, his manhood lays before you on his stomach.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” He asks, pushing your dress up on your legs, helping you out of the fabric. You take a deep breath as you get free from your clothes, your breasts pushed out under his wanting gaze.
“Yes,” you answer, dropping the dress to the floor.
“And with a Dane?” He smirks, petting your thighs.
“No,” you shake your head, fidgeting above him.
“You will enjoy it,” he promises, sitting up to get closer to you.
One of his arms goes around your waist, pulling you to his embrace. Your breasts are pressed against his chest. His free hand roams your side from your hip to your shoulder.
He looks at you in awe and desire. You lean in, grabbing his shoulder and his long hair to get what you want from him. Uhtred reciprocates your kiss with fervor. His tongue slips into your mouth, conquering you with his every move.
Your hips start to move without your noticing, but he feels it and can’t help but smirk into the kiss.
“Kneel at the edge of the bed,” he says, letting you go.
While you move to the edge, he stands up, pulling down his pants to get naked. You are flustered under his eyes. You are exposed to him like to no one before. He can see your slickness as you spread your legs, bending down to the furs till you feel the covers on your burning skin.
“Good girl,” he hums, kneeling down behind you.
His palms seem huge on your thighs as he caresses you. His hot breath fans over your waiting folds, and soon you can feel his tongue in your pussy. He devours you with passion. You moan his name into the blankets, rocking yourself back and forth into his face.
Your orgasm comes vehemently. White stars burst under your eyelids as your body jerks forward from the man’s tongue. You are sure your skin will be bruised from his hold on your hips to keep you in place.
“Stay like this,” he says, helping you lay down on your stomach.
He doesn’t give you time to recover. You already feel him above you, placing himself between your legs.
For long minutes he just plays at your entrance, teasing you and himself too.
“Please,” you plead impatiently. Your voice is muffled because of the furs. You raise your lower body to feel him, to entice him to push himself in you.
“Ask nicely,” he says, continuing his merciless teasing. His cock moves up and down between your lips, coating you in his pre-cum.
“Please, Lord,” you try again. “Please fuck me, My Lord!”
“Yes,” he hisses, giving you what you want the most. He fills you up with one push. You moan at the feeling, grabbing anything you can to support yourself against his thrusts.
Uhtred’s moves are ruthless above you. His chest pressed to your back, his lips nibble on your shoulder blade while you repeat his name over and over again.
“Turn around,” he says impatiently, helping you into the right position under him. Your legs go around his waist, rocking against his thrusts.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails leave marks on his heated skin as your pleasure comes again with such a power it almost knocks you out. The scream dies on your throat, keeping him in you fully when you feel he tenses above you.
“Y/N,” he groans your name into your neck, filling you with his seed.
“My Lord,” you sigh dreamily, still dizzy from your orgasm.
“You can come in anytime you want,” he jokes tiredly. His chest vibrates against yours.
“I will.”