Summary: There was something Ragnar and his wife loved more than raiding together: fucking in looted lands.
Warnings: unprotected sex, blood, mentions of raiding, mentions of looting, mentions of physical combat, sex on holy ground.
Author’s Note: You guys know that I don’t see grays when I like something. I either don’t like it or like it enough to become obsessed. Like all of my obsessions, this started with looking frantically for smutty fanfics, it then progressed to dreaming erotically of him, and finally to writing smut of him. This is loosely based on the wet dream I had a few weeks ago. I hope you enjoy my new obsession. Feedback warms my heart <3
The first time Ragnar went raiding was without you. And you were pissed. Raiding was something you loved to do, and though he’d assured you it had nothing to do with your ability, it still pissed you off that he had wanted you to stay home to take care of the kids. You loved being a mother, but that didn’t mean you had stopped being a shield-maiden. But he was right. Though you knew you could trust the women of the community to take care of your children, you didn’t want to leave them behind. And you knew Ragnar didn’t want you to come in case this land didn’t really exist.
It had been weeks since Ragnar left, and your body was already aching for him. You missed his scent, the weight of his body on top of you, the way his muscles would ripple under the soft touch of your fingertips. To say you were addicted to him was an understatement. And Ragnar was as addicted to you as you were to him, maybe even more.
Ragnar bringing that Christian priest came as a surprise to you back then, but now that Ragnar was planning to go raiding again, you saw just how useful he could be. Your eyes lit up when your husband asked you to go with him.
‘I need you there with me, like in the old times,’ he’d said with a smile on his face while he pulled you closer to him by the waist. He brought his face down to your ear: ‘I miss the rush of adrenaline of fucking you in foreign places…like in the old times.’ He ran the tip of his nose along your jaw all the way to your chin, and he placed a chaste, innocent kiss on your lips.
The contrast of his raunchy words to his innocent actions always caught you off guard, and it always sent waves of arousal to your core.
The night before the journey he fucked you nice and slow, peppering kisses all over your face and neck. He’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and when you came, he came with you. It was like that with Ragnar. Sweet love making was something he liked too, despite all the raw sexual energy he gave off.
You could feel the surge of excitement running in your veins when you saw land ahead of you. A wide smile spread across your lips; the hunger of raiding danced in your eyes. Ragnar approached you and placed his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.
“Do you see that?” His velvety voice resonated in your ear. “This is what I brought you for. I missed that hunger in your eyes, that greed.”
You looked up at him, and the hunger for raiding got mixed with hunger for him. You had missed fucking him in foreign places as well. The adrenaline was intoxicating…and addicting.
You placed your right hand upon his chest and lifted yourself up on your tiptoes so that your mouth was brushing against his. “I hope you’re ready,” you said before placing a brief kiss upon his lips. You jumped out of the boat quickly, leaving him with the taste of your lips on his and with a semi hard-on. He thanked the gods his chainmail coat reached mid-thigh.
It was everything you’d imagined and more. The town was small, but the treasures its temples held were grand. This time the people knew you were all coming, because they welcomed you with arrows and fire. But even though they’d been prepared, it was so easy to knock down the gate and enter the town. The excitement and adrenaline you felt was something you’d missed. You hadn’t truly realized just how much you’d miss them until you felt them coursing through your veins. The electricity surging through your body, from head to toe, kept you going, and you felt more powerful than ever. You felt invincible.
You entered what seemed to be the biggest room in the whole town. Just looking at it from the outside you knew it held great riches inside. The walls of the façade were even adorned with gold and silver, but these were embedded into the stone and to take them out would take great effort and time. And time was exactly what you didn’t have.
The place was empty and large. There was a large window at the back of it, where a small table was. On top of it was a big cross made of gold. The three upper arms had red stones embedded in them. The cross sat in the middle of the table, and in front of it there was a silver cup. Four small silver candle holders were placed evenly on either side of the cross, adorning it. Next to the walls were larger candle holders, all silver. And hanging low from the ceiling, there were golden chandeliers which held yet more silver candle holders.
Your eyes lit up as a wide smile spread across your face at all the riches these people had. You set the fishing net on the floor and began bringing all the silver and gold items you could gather into it. You pranced around the room excitedly; the smile on your face only growing wider. If all these riches were found on this place alone, what other treasures did these people keep?
You drew you sword from its holster on your back when you heard the gates being opened. But you immediately relaxed when you saw your husband entering the room, putting your sword back in place. A mischievous smile appeared on his perfect face upon seeing what you’d been hoarding. He had that look in his eyes, hunger dancing in the blue of his eyes; hunger for you. He was covered in blood, which completed his animalistic look. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and you began to ache for him. The thought of fucking in a place that was considered holy to these people was incredibly arousing to you. And judging by the way Ragnar looked at you, it was to him too.
“Look what I found,” he said and brought a small crown from behind his back. It was a golden crown, with red stones embedded in each peak, and small diamonds adorning the base of it. It wasn’t big enough to fit a man’s head, so you assumed it had been made to fit a woman’s head.
He’d reached you at the altar, where only the cross now stood. He dangled the headpiece in front of your eyes, and he chuckled at the glint dancing in them.
“It’s beautiful,” you said as you took it in your hands. You turned it over in your hands, feeling the weight of it, the smoothness of its surface. You were fascinated by how beautifully crafted it was. Every stone had been put carefully and evenly, and the metal was wonderfully polished.
Ragnar took it gently away from your hands and placed it carefully on top of your head. It sat perfectly, almost as if it had been made specifically for you. “It suits you, queen.” His words carried an underlying promise he wasn’t even aware of. A chill coursed through your body. It felt like fate.
“I’m the Christians’ queen now,” you mocked.
“No,” he said in a low voice while he brushed a strand of bloody hair away from your face. “You’re my queen.” He grabbed your face in both his hands and swooped his face down to kiss you. It took your breath away. Ragnar always managed to do so.
For a moment you were so caught off guard that you remained still, but when one of his hands made its way to the back of your head and nudged you gently into the kiss, you came back to reality. You placed your hands on his chest and glided them down his torso until they reached the hem of his chain mail. You snuck your hands underneath it and found the hem of his trousers. You unfastened his belt quickly, and just when you were about to grab his cock, he spun you around so that you were facing the altar. You placed your hands on the table in front of you and looked back at him over your shoulder. He snuck one hand to the front of your trousers and undid them while the other lifted your tunic up and placed it on your lower back. He pulled your trousers down to the middle of your thighs and he did the same with his own.
The sight that greeted him was wonderful. Your folds were glistening with your arousal. You craved him so badly that your juices reached the inside of your thighs. When you noticed him staring intently at your pussy, you spread your legs as far as your trousers allowed you to and bent over the table, pushing your ass out.
“Ragnar,” you mewled his name, and the needy tone of your voice made his cock twitch.
He grabbed the base of his cock and brushed the tip of it along your slit, covering himself in your slick. You moaned when he lingered on your clit. He applied more pressure on it and started brushing it faster and in tight circles. You bent further down over the table, pushing your ass back against his cock. You placed your forehead on the cold hard surface of the altar and moaned, the crown falling from your head. You were close. You could feel it approaching. You felt a chill running down your spine and your belly contracting, announcing your orgasm. But just when you were about to welcome it, Ragnar stopped.
He leaned forward, his left hand sneaking around your waist. He brought you up until your back was against his chest. He aligned his cock with your entrance using his free hand. His mouth placed chaste kisses on the side of your neck, below your ear, smearing the blood on your skin and on his lips.
“Your pleasure belongs to me,” he whispered in your ear and plunged inside you in one smooth, slow movement. You both let out a moan in unison.
You dropped you head and closed your eyes. Ragnar brought the hand that was across your waist up your torso to your chest, and just when he reached the base of your neck, he used his free hand to pull on your hair, bringing your head back and exposing your throat. You whimpered at the action; the mixture of the pain on your scalp and the pleasure inside your pussy making you smile.
He brushed the tips of his fingers tentatively along the length of your neck up to your chin and lips. He glided the pads of his index and middle fingers across your bottom lip before putting them inside your mouth gently. You wrapped your lips around his digits and suckled gently on them. Your tongue swirled in between them, making him hum in delight. His thrusts were slow and measured, but he’d bottom out every time he pushed in. He’d stay all the way inside for a few seconds and then pull almost all the way out again. He was driving you crazy.
He slid his fingers out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck. As soon as his fingers applied pressure to the sides of your neck, he picked up his pace. He started pumping hard and fast into you. He pulled harder on your hair, bringing your head further backwards and causing your back to arch even more. One of your hands clamped down on the forearm of the hand around your throat, and the other reached forward in search of something to hold onto. It found the base of the golden cross. And the sight made Ragnar growl in satisfaction.
The filth it carried made him go harder into you. Here you were, not only had you looted Christian lands, but also you’d desecrated their holy temples by fucking in them, by hanging onto their holy cross for dear life while you were being railed into oblivion.
The thought snapped something inside Ragnar. He wanted you to cum and scream his name while still holding onto the cross. It was plain filthy to him, and he fucking loved it. He let go of your hair and, with that characteristic smirk of his spreading across his lips, he licked three of his fingers and brought them down to your clit. You whimpered when he started circling it with the right amount of pressure. The mixture of your slick and his spit worked perfectly as lube.
He kept pushing into you, grunting in your ear, and working wonders on your swollen clit. He felt you tense up, and when your cries increased in pitch, he knew you were on the verge of coming.
“I want to hear you cum,” he whispered in your ear. “I want this Christian god to hear you scream my name while you come undone on my cock.” And that was it.
You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you. Waves of pure ecstasy coursed through your entire body, and the grip you had on the base of the cross was so tight you swore you could’ve snapped it in half. Your whole body shook and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
It was the filth of his words, the filth of the actions of both of you. The fact that you were desecrating this place in every way possible. It all added up to bringing you to your release. And it had been the most powerful orgasm you’d had in your life.
Ragnar followed suit right after. The way your cunt clenched around his cock made him spurt ropes of hot thick cum inside of you. The grunts in your ear became moans when he spilled his seed inside, and the tight grip on your neck loosened up. He brought the hand that was on your cunt up around your waist, and the hand on your neck joined it. He wrapped his arms tight around your torso while he rested his forehead on the back of your head. His cock was still pulsing inside you.
“I really missed this,” Ragnar said as he ran the tip of his nose along the back of your head, inhaling the sweet scent of your hair. You chuckled.
“I don’t recall having fucked in a Christian temple before.” It was his time to laugh.
He pulled out of you slowly, causing you both to moan. With his arms still around your waist, he nudged you to turn around in the circle of his arms.
“Well, there’s always a first time.”
You wound your arms around his neck and lifted yourself on your tiptoes till the tip of your nose brushed against his. “As long as it’s not the last.”
He was the one to seal your lips together, in a promise that more raids like this were indeed going to happen.
