Smut and dub-con warning!

Vilja Chapter 8
Þurftugr - Needy

Even in the snow, they didn't falter. Her heart beat fast watching as if it were a real battle. Two teenage boys, her older brothers, gripped their swords tight. Breath steaming into the winter's air. For a moment they exchanged glances, nodding in unison, than launching into action against the captain of the family guard. She was utterly in awe of how bold and daring they both were. Their training had intensified over the passing year.
She wanted to train, she wanted to be brave too.

"Elmer! Cyneric! I want to learn to use a sword too!" She yelled, running toward them, arms in the air.

A cold, ridgid hand clasped onto her upper arm, pulling her backwards. Almost stumbling she reached out and grabbed onto a long robe.

"Ochako! Stop screaming like a barbarian! You will not touch those swords, A lady must never pick up a weapon!" Her mother said, pulling her back up by her arm.

She looked up, robe still clutched in her hand. "Mother… I want to…"

"Mind your manners you beastly child!" She hissed through gritted teeth.

"But mother…"

"Know your place!"


The fearless nature of the Alpha ignited something inside she hadn't felt for a long time. Watching him, unflinchingly take on ten men for her. It made her tense with excitement despite the fear. As much as it filled her with adrenaline, it also pulled a painful heartstring. Tenacity and guts used to flow through her too. However, she was a ghost now, the fire had been left with no one to tend to it kindly. Her mother smothered the bold flame instead. Then it was abandoned to die out.

The bleeding stopped, finally. But his words had become muddled and slurred.
Moments after a joint effort to get him onto the horse was successful, he passed out. No longer able to keep himself conscious, it was all she could do just to keep him on the beast's back.
His sheer will to stay awake amazed her, let alone surviving the injury. Unsure of whether anything internal had been pierced, she tried to lead the horse slowly. Each clop compelled her to strained her jaw shut and clenched her teeth together. He had lost a lot of blood. If she could just get him back to camp, if she could get him to their healers.

"Katsuki, please hold on"

Hours went by as if they were weeks. Her hands, whitened by tension, cramped from grasping his shirt and the reins. Her whole body ached, and the only reprieve from the pain and anxiety was seeing the smoke from the camp.
The healers took him from the horse, screams the only indication he was still alive. Infection would soon follow, they knew this. The healers were racing against time. And without much knowledge of the land and its plants.

"What happened Mærr?" The red headed viking asked.

Overwhelmed she couldn't fight back the tears anymore. Fear and distress were forcing their way in, no longer in her control. "We were attacked" Sobs pushed their way out of her mouth.

"Attacked? Sœkja at?"

"Ambushed"

"Ambushed?"

"By Saxon Soldiers"

"Ya own lands-maðr? I don't understand.."

"We went to pick up… Medicine, and the shopkeeper, he recognised me. He knew me to be a noble, a Mærr!" Ochako said. "He sent them, the soldiers, to get me back from Katsuki"

He pressed his lips together, considering her words, but more than likely translating the english she just spoke.

"Ya didn't run Mærr?"

The comment drove into her chest and tightened it, taking her breath for a moment. That was his first thought? That's what he is worried about after seeing his Alpha half dead? The tears began to overflow, now with frustration added in.

"No, I didn't. He fought for me, he's like this because of me!"

A beefy hand fell onto her shoulder. The weight was strangely comforting. "Mærr, ya didn't run. We trust what ya'r sayin', ya brought him back to us" He said softly. "We virðing bravery above all else"

Virðing wasn't a word she was familiar with. But it meant something important, made clear by the emphasis he placed on the word, and in his tone. Taking a chance, she looked up into the Alpha's eyes. They were gentle, much kinder than Katsuki's.

"What's your name Alpha?"

"Eijiro, Erijio Kirishima"

"Please Eijiro, let me help. I want to gather some medicinal herbs for the infection"

Eyes considered her before he pressed his lips together again.

"The Alpha won't like a fangi helping him. I can't let ya Mærr, not without his say so"

"My names Ochako, Ochako Uraraka"

"Ochako" He repeated. "The healers will do their best. It's up to Katsuki and the Gods now"

"Please, I can help!"

"No Ochako"

This time his eyes conveyed an understanding of sorts. But not enough to agree with her. squeezing her shoulder joint and letting go, he backed up and finally, slowly walked away from her. The further away the tall Norse got, the more the anger rose inside of her.
Trust her?

They didn't trust her at all.


Deep into the night, when the clouds no longer cloaked the land, she shuffled from inside her tent. The clear sky meant there was no cover to keep the heat in. Almost already frozen, she emerged. Careful to sight the men on watch. If they caught her… With the alpha incapacitated. Her body shuddered, determined not to allow the train of thought to continue, she made her move.
Working long into the night to make the salve the alpha would need to help fight the infection. If he died… Again, she physically shook her head. No, she wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't die, not if she could help it.

Approaching his tent, cautiously she looked around the area. Entering by the opening in the tent, silently she stepped through the barrier.
Fierce, defensive growling began as her scent, undoubtedly, filled the tent.

"Fara frá!" A warning was etched into the air.

"Alpha?"

"Stjórna"

Closer to his bed now, she could see his canines bearing at her. Tightness in her chest compelled her to stop. But as the lights from the fires all around the camp lit up his face, she could tell her was still unconscious. Dreaming.
Her body unlocked from the fear, she moved closer.

"I've brought you some medicine. To help with the pain and to help heal you" She whispered, kneeling beside him and placing the small bowl of crushed herbs beside her.

Laboured breathing made his chest rise and fall in an unnatural rhythm. He was weak, struggling and in pain. The lack of pheromones emitting from him worried her further. The infection had taken a stronger hold on him than she first initially thought. Her hand hovered over his face, finally resting on his forehead. He was burning up.

"Hold on Alpha"

Katsuki sniffed the air, seemingly in search of her scent gland, located on her wrist. Small whines escaped him as his breath became more rapid.

"Mærr"

Grasping his covers, she pulled them back, revealing his naked form. Feeling her face catch alight, she tried to stop her eyes wandering all over. Searching every inch, every crevice of her Alpha.
He was covered in battle scars and sweat. The healers had cleaned his body well, but it wasn't enough to drive off the infection now raging inside. He was in a very bad way. Geigr, she thought to herself. Their word for badly wounded.

"Vestr um haf"

He was muttering, words she was not familiar with. Vivid dreams more than likely the cause of his speech.

"Leita sér lífs"

Leaning over him, she pulled back his bandages. The wound was red and flared up. But it still looked somewhat clean. "Katsuki"

"Ef því er at skipta"

Ochako reached down, mixing and scooping up the salve with her fingers. Carefully, she dipped the medicine onto his open wound, his injured body jarring at each touch. Holding her breath, softly she began to spread the salve.
A strong grip wrapped around her wrist, pulling her onto him. Growling again she smelt his scent finally protruding into the air. The strong sandalwood hit her and ignited her core. This was like before, so intoxicating she could barely think. Nothing but the way his scent, his touch, his voice made her feel.

"Al..Alpha" She panted.

"Þekkjast"

"What? Bonding, you want to?"

Looking down toward her Alphas face his eyes were open, watching. "Alpha, you're awake"

Grumbling in his chest vibrated through her own. He continued to pull at her, encouraging her on top of him. No he was still in a daze, his eyes were glazed over.

"You're injured, you've been out of it all day. I don't think it's a good idea…"

"Stjórna!"

Commanding her in such a fashion rendered her will useless. Getting on all fours, she straddled him, paying close attention to his wounds. She could at least do no further harm to him.

"Fara af klæði"

It was a command, with the word for clothing. Undress? His hand slipped up her side, landing on her scent gland. He rubbed three fingers into the enlarged gland, releasing a dose of her scent. She moaned, wriggling on top of him in pleasure. They were inflamed again, when had that happened?

"Fara af klæði!"

This time she obeyed, slipping her dress up with her hands, tracing the fabric up her torso and over her head. He groaned at the sight of his Omega. Pressing fingers into her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her flesh.

"Alpha… You shouldn't move"

Betraying her once again, she felt the pressure of her heat begin to bubble in her pelvis. Aching for release, pent up tension inside of her came to a painful limit. Slick drawing near, wave after wave of pleasure and subsequent pain urging her to let go.

"I don't think I can hold on anymore… Alpha, you're injured"

His hand traced back to her glands, edging more oil from them and licking at his fingers. "Ganga undi Mærr"

"Submit?" She asked, her own hands tracing his tight, muscular chest. Her hips grinding on his hips. His cock, hard and twitching eagerly pressed against her ass.

"Ganga undi Mærr"

Slick gushed from her slit, covering Katsuki's lower abdomen in her sweet scent. God, she wanted to submit, she wanted it so badly. But he was injured, and not completely coherent.

Snarling he grabbed his cock and pushed her hips down toward it. Making her decision for her. Her body was on fire, from toes to her head. Tingling pain and roaring desire flooded her system. In the end, she couldn't disobey her Alpha.
Her soaking folds sliding down his length. His tip still wasn't entering her. The agony remained, she felt how hard he was, his base swelling. This was his knot.
He was barely conscious. However, she was far from going back now. The line had been crossed. Gripping her hips tightly, he only encouraged her to rock onto his shaft. The petting was becoming unbearable.

"Þekkjast"

Ignoring him no longer, her Omega forced its way forward. Consuming her completely. Covering his cock in another stream of slick, she began grinding hard on top of him, moaning for him. Her Alpha. He shot up grabbing her neck with one hand, driving his mouth over her scent gland, rippling electricity through her body. Her Alpha sucking and licking at it feverishly, sent her feral.

"Please Alpha, I need you inside me" She mewed. "I need you"

"Þurftugr little Omega"

Being called needy by her Alpha forced her heat into overdrive. Moaning coming from her mouth escalated and he seemed pleased with her reaction. She would do anything to please him.

"Yes, I need you so bad"

Pushing and pulling her cunt over his thick length, desperate for him to pump inside her. "Knot me, please!"

His hand shot to her the small of her back, stimulating her hips to buck. He rolled his hips and pounded his swelling cock deep inside her. She yelped in desire, but he wasn't finished. Landing his teeth on her gland, he sunk his incisors deep into her skin. Puncturing the skin, blood was forced to trickle out. Strong purposeful thrusts made her moan loader, sliding with intense pressure against her swollen walls. The wondrous feeling of being full was sending her toward a strange pressure inside her pussy. Making her tighten around him.

"Yes, Alpha, knot me, bite me, breed me!"

The sounds of her cooing made him crunch down harder, lapping up her scent and blood. Creating a bond between them, severe shivering and pleasure washed through her pleading body. Sliding his cock out, he rammed back inside her. Thudding his hips against her pelvis, her wet cunt completely absorbed his cock. As another wave of slick covered them both, she felt his thumb putting pressure on her swollen bud.

"Cum, Stjórna"

A wave of his pheromones hit her senses, overwhelming them. The cold stickiness of her own blood only made the sensations primal. Never had she imagined her body could feel this way. They had been hiding this from her. Hiding her Alpha from her. In that moment, completely inebriated on him, she never wanted to be apart from him again
He had bonded with her. She was his. An intense feeling made her pelvis convulse as her climax pushed her over the edge.

"Hēdher-līcer little kitten"

Grinding out her orgasm, she clenched over his cock and gripped his arms. Throwing her head back she let the piercing white light take over her sight.

"Knot me…" She whispered, riding out her orgasm and bringing her head back down to kiss him hard. A sweet metallic taste mixed with his deep sandalwood. Their scents had mixed.

His hips picked up tempo. Slamming his cock deep inside her, squelching sounds telling her just how wet he had made her. "Tell me…"

"Please, fill me up, I will take every last drop of seed you give me Alpha. Please"

"Uh, ya're such a good little Omega"

Both of his hands gripped her hips, pulling her hard into him as his pelvis rolled, thrusting into her, all the way to the hilt. Fucking her savagely, her cries only spurred him on more.

"Knot me, please Alpha. I've been such a good little Omega"

"Little kitten, take it all!"

"I will take every last drop Alpha, breed me! Please"

Swelling at the base of his cock burst as his knot formed. Locking inside her slit. His cock erupted with thick ropes of seed. Filling her to the brim. Her yelps seemed to just make his features more savage as he ran with his climax. The feeling of being trapped made her continue to rock on his dick, causing him to growl and bite at her again.

When his grip on her loosened, her Omega urged her to complete one more final act. Bending down, her tongue eagerly extended out. Gentle she licked at the trail of blood spilling from the re-opened wound.