Chapter 7: Poison
Only OC is mine!
I know, I know. It was already three weeks from the last update, but I have a very important exams next week, so I needed to study.
I hope you will enjoy! Part 2 of this chapter will be updated this week. I am not sure when.
She squeaked and let herself drown in the bliss. She closed her eyes, bit her lip. She kept repeating more, please, Ivar, harder, deeper. And he listened to her. He whispered to her ear some dirty things. And she allowed him. Finally, she felt an orgasm coming. She stiffened, her toes curled. She was breathing hard and although she just relaxed, she wanted more.
She changed positions. She was no longer sitting back to the Ivar, but she was straddling him. Before he could react, she attacked his mouth with her hands on his neck. Ivar reacted as aggressively, his member stiffened as he felt her very damp core. She jerked from his mouth for a moment, her cheeks pink, her eyes shining. Her voice was hoarse when she pleaded.
"Fuck me."
"No."
Haukea stopped kissing his neck. She lifted her head to look into the boy's eyes. They were not filled with lusts or warmth or delight. No, they weren't. They were full of anger, bitterness, disappointment. And Haukea did not understand what she did wrong.
Ivar clenched his hands on her hips more firmly, his cheekbones were more visible as he clenched his jaw. Haukea decided not to let the anger to take control over her. She took a deep breath and exhaled, then drew closer to him, ignoring the hands that tied to push her from his knees.
She put her hands on his cheeks, their noses in contact. They both breathed hard, their eyes fought for domination. She stroked his forehead, chin, jaw.
"You said you would make me scream in ecstasy." she whispered."You lied to me?"
Ivar did not reply, but pressed her closer to his body. He felt her swollen breasts pressing against his chest, sweet breath on his face. Large eyes looked at him with the amount of heat that made him melt. Her pink, full lips tempted him, but he refrained.
"Ivar, please, tell me what is wrong."
She began to rub her head against him. Ivar turned his head, embarrassed.
"You do not want me. You want my brother..."
"Ivar. " she interrupted him. "I refused him. I told him that I would have only one man for life. I want you to be this man, Ivar."
Ivar was about to attack her mouth again, when they heard murmurs from the entrance. Haukea gave him a quick kiss in mouth, told him to meet her at sunset on the river, and then escaped to her chamber.
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Haukea sneak out from the house after refreshing herself after dinner. She rushed through the forest to reach the place, where she was supposed to meet Ivar.
Her heart beat fast, she still chewed and licked her lips. When she reached the border between the forest and the river, she noticed that Ivar was already there. She paused, straighten her hair and dress, and then began to walk quietly. However, he was not surprised. Ivar turned even before her arms embraced him.
She kissed his neck, unable to stop the sudden urge. Her desires, the desire for closeness. She did not understand this feeling. She understood lust, but why did she want to spend all days with him?
Ivar did not play with words, did not try to sweeten her. He pulled her to him and forced her to lay on the sand. Haukea allowed him to, then joined their lips in a long kiss. His hands formed a path on her body, until he found her naked knees. He went down with his kisses lower on her neck, on her neckline.
The agile fingers reached her thighs and began to massage them. Haukea put her right hand in his hair, and the left hand caresses his torso. Haukea trembled under his touch, she was burning. And though Ivar thought it was impossible, his member hardened as never before. As it should have when he was with Margrethe.
"I want to see you," he murmured, licking her ear. "Let me see all of you."
Haukea nodded, then began to take off her robes. The skin of the wolf she laid down gently, even with tenderness, and the clothes she dropped without paying attention to the fact that she did not have many dresses. Ivar moved away to be able to look at her naked body. Then he saw shoes she had never worn before. He asked her about it, and when she did not answer, he understood. He torn it off her, ignoring her protests.
But the girl quickly forgot about the shoes. Ivar's lips were between her breasts. He was biting her skin, leaving red and wet marks. The fingers of one hand clenched on her big breast, the other holding the weight of his body and playing with the girl's red hairs. Haukea's nipple was in his mouth. He sucked it long and hard, until Haukea threw her hands on his back and neck and began to dig her nails into his skin.
He looked at her, his eyes dark. He stopped sucking on her breast and looked straight into her eyes, coming down with kisses lower and lower on her flesh. His hot breath on her skin made Haukea get mad. He found himself on her lower abdomen, sent her a sly smile - and Haukea almost climaxed at that moment - then dived into her red curls down there.
Haukea arched, her mouth wide as Ivar's tongue twirled around her clitoris, and his two fingers entered her smoothly. He stimulated her femininity just for a moment, for the girl had reached fulfillment.
Ivar once again stepped away from her to look at her figure laying in the golden sand. She was breathing hard, her cheeks red, her breasts rising and falling. His member twitched. It was time for Haukea to return the favor.
