A/N: It's over twice as long as the last one and 95% smut so I hope this makes up for it? Still using school as an excuse for slacking on this. I'm submitting abstracts to student conferences right now so that should be fun?

It was not a battle for York- it was a massacre. As predicted, most of the townspeople were busy worshiping their god in their temple and were therefore unarmed.

"Unnr!" Ivar shouted through the chaos of dying Christians. "Here, woman!" He had crawled over bodies, through the fight, killing as he went. And now he was left with the priest to do with as he pleased. He had always wanted to crucify someone; the thought of it excited him because he didn't fully understand it, but that would require more time and help than he currently had at his disposal. He had men melt down the golden cross from the altar and now they brought it to him. He felt his cock twitch as he imagined the priest dying and wanted Unnr near him.

Unnr knelt beside him and pinned the man to the floor so that he could move his picks to the priest's mouth and hold it open. A third northman came with a crucible of molten gold from the cross.

"Now you can kiss your cross," Ivar smiled as his own man poured the gold down the priest's throat. Ivar's joy bubbled inside of him and he hissed, sticking out his tongue like a curved past his chin and while Unnr had lustful thoughts about it, she also was unceremoniously reminded of her dream of Ragnar.

Beneath them, the Christian priest choked and convulsed as the gold cooled and solidified inside of him.

Ivar grinned at Unnr. "Another Christian falls," he said.

The northmen moved from the chapel in search of causing more destruction as all the Christian's there were dead. Ivar; however, moved to the steps before the altar where he could better observe the carnage. He chuckled to himself, scratching his head with one of his picks. All this blood spilt, simply because he said it should be so. Unnr moved to him and laid her head on his lap. Ivar ran his through her hair. "My queen, I give you the city of York and a host of dead Christians. A wedding gift."

"My king, it is a wondrous gift indeed," she played along, grinning and kissed his hand. "I do not know how to properly thank you."

"I can think of a way," he smirked. "Come kneel in front of me."

Unnr did as he said and placed herself between his legs. She ran her hands up his thighs and leaned up to kiss him. Her hands dropped to the inside of his thighs and then moved to unlace his breeches. She reached between his legs and began to stroke him. Ivar put a hand on the back of her neck as he returned the kisses like a hungry animal. She felt him grow hard just as she intended, but still hesitated for a moment. They were in the open where any of his men could walk in and discover them, which she could get over, if they weren't sitting in a room of corpses as well.

Ivar saw her hesitation and found it excited him even more: "You said you would thank me," he whispered in an attempt to seduce her. He bit his lip, hoping her lips would reach his cock.

Unnr grinned, discovering that the possibility of getting caught actually excited her and she shifted down to take his cock in her mouth. She licked the length of his shaft and then wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly sank over him.

"Fuck," Ivar groaned and lightly pressed his hand to the back of her head, pushing her mouth further around his cock. "That's it, Unnr, fuck."

She moved up and down his shaft working him with her hand as well as her mouth, enjoying every moment of his pulsing prick in her mouth. With her other hand she cupped his balls eliciting yet another string of curses from him.

Ivar's breathing became heavy, panting, as she took him and the pressure built. He wished he could have a picture of Unnr on her knees, bent over his lap, because it was a sight meant for gods. He knotted his fingers in her hair and shoved her face down into his lap. It forced her hand away from his shaft as all of him entered her mouth.

If Unnr was wet before, she was dripping now. She loved when Ivar forced her to his will. She liked the way he forced her all the way down on his cock, even when it hurt and she thought she couldn't breathe. She wiggled a bit, trying to force her thighs together, using friction to relieve some of the friction between them.

Ivar noticed and tried to shush her into still submission, but then he heard her gag as his cock hit the back of her throat and he was sent over the edge, shooting thick ropes of cum into her mouth.

She felt his warm seed coat her throat and did not pull away. She swallowed and licked every last drop from his shaft before looking up and smiling at him.

Ivar brought her to his mouth to kiss her and slipped his tongue between her lips. "The gods must favor me greatly to have made you and that mouth."

Unnr's response was to moan into the kiss and move her legs to straddle his lap. "Did I earn it?" she asked, kissing him back.

"Yes, beautiful, you did," he breathed as she returned to stroking him. As his cock hardened, she lined him up with her entrance and sank down onto him.

"Ivar!" she cried out his name as his thickness stretched her. Unnr took a deep breath and began rocking her hips.

Ivar closed his eyes as his hands wander up her stomach and to her chest, gripping her breasts. It was hard to focus on anything other than how warm and tight she was. He growled as she moved. "That's it, fuck. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Unnr whimpered as his body rumbled with each word. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself while he bucked his hips up into her. "I'm close, Ivar." She rested her forehead in the crook of his neck.

"Cum for me for me, little one, my love." He grit his teeth as she tightened and called out his name one more time.

A few more thrusts and Ivar followed. Exhausted from the fight, Ivar didn't have the strength to pick Unnr up from his lap and instead ended up finishing inside of her once again.

"Ivar," she warned, her voice low.

"I know," he growled back. "It's fated anyway."

A slow applause came from the threshold, causing Unnr to look over her shoulder. Hvitserk was standing there, leaning against the post with an Ivar-esque smirk on his face. "Are you guys finished now? Because we have some administrative matters to discuss."

"Hivtserk!" Ivar shouted with the full intention of attacking had Unnr had not been on his lap.

Unnr, however; winked and Hvitserk and burst into a fit of giggles, snuggling back into Ivar's chest.