And then it was like something broke inside her. The pleasure coursed through her, and she was vaguely aware of a loud sound filling the room. She soon realized the noise was coming from her. But she felt euphoric sensation move through her that caused her not to care if she was screaming loud enough to wake the dead.
Stian kept making these loud, almost animalistic sounds against her flesh, and she felt even more wetness leave her.
When the pleasure receded, she rested against the furs, breathing out heavily and trying to get her bearings. He moved away from between her legs, and she forced her eyes open so she could look at him. He had his hands braced on the pallet on either side of her shoulders.
The position made him look so very fierce, but the thing that had her enthralled was the fact that his mouth was glossy from the wetness he urged out of her when he licked her pussy.
She pushed herself up, resting her upper body on her elbows, and waited for him to kiss her. He didn’t make her wait long and seconds later claimed her mouth, forcing her to taste herself on him as he thrust his tongue between her lips. The flavor was salty and sweet, with a hint of musk from her added to it.
She made a small noise, and that seemed to have something snapping inside Stian, because a second later, he groaned, speared his hand in her hair behind her head, and pulled on the strands forcefully.
She felt the hot, hard length of him press between her thighs as he continued to kiss her and just wanted to feel him stretching her, pushing into her, and making her ache settle. Stian swirled his tongue around the inside of her mouth, sucked her tongue back into his mouth with a possessiveness that Agata felt deep in her bones, and took control of her fully.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Everything inside her stilled, tensed, and she panted with anticipation.
He pulled back, looked down at her face, and the fierceness that covered his expression made her picture him with his sword and ax raised high, blood covering his chest and plaits and face, his brutality evident in his expression. He was taking what belonged to him, and she belonged to him right now.
In one deep thrust, a fluid motion that had her back arching and her head spinning, Stian pushed into her. He groaned above her, closed his eyes, and she saw how taut his body became. She felt the heavy weight of his balls press against her bottom, but he didn’t move right away once he was fully inside her.
Agata certainly felt full, stretched, and the discomfort was so shocking that she was having a hard time catching her breath, but at the same time, she wanted more.
When he started moving in and out of her, faster and harder with each passing second, she grabbed onto his biceps and dug her nails into his firm flesh. He didn’t speak, but he breathed hard, heavy, and kept his eyes closed.
It was almost a pained expression that covered his face, and she couldn’t draw her gaze away from him.
He finally opened his eyes, and the perspiration that covered his face and dripped onto her chest turned her on even more. Agata could have gotten off from the sight of those beads of sweat moving down his body, could have come just from the feeling of him in her, not even moving.
His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his arms shook, as it was clear he was trying to refrain and control himself. He pushed into her and pulled out, over and over, groaning with every thrust.
When he buried himself to the hilt in her, he was motionless for a second, breathing heavily and stirring the hair that fell around her face.
Agata was so close to feeling that intense pleasure again, and her inner muscles were clenching rhythmically around his girth uncomfortably. When the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of her body, she rose up and braced her elbows on the bed to support herself once again.
Watching what Stian did to her seemed so very obscene, but she also couldn’t lie and say that her arousal didn’t increase because of it.
Agata saw that he was staring between her thighs, and she followed his gaze. He was massive inside her, and she was wet, unbelievably so. He moved in and out of her, sweat dripping down his temples and landing on her breasts.
He was slow and steady at first, but with each passing second, he picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into her. These low, short sounds left her, and Agata was unable to hold them in, didn’t even try.
“Stian, I…” Closing her eyes and not caring that she was speaking to him and he couldn’t understand her, Agata let herself fall back on the bed.
He went primal on her, the sound of their wet skin slapping together filling the room. But it was his harsh grunts coming from him that fueled her own heightening sensations.
Before she felt that intensity of an orgasm claim her once more, Stian pulled out of her body and flipped her onto her belly.
A gasp left her at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but he didn’t make her wait long to feel full once more. He palmed her ass, gripped the mounds, and squeezed them in his big hands until the pain mixed with pleasure once more.
Grabbing her waist and hauling her up so she was now on her hands and knees, Stian was like a wild animal with her. She felt him place the tip of his shaft by her entrance once more, and then he was sliding into her in one smooth, fluid motion.
He moved in and out of her slowly, but just like before started picking up speed until the sound of their skin slapping together filled her ears. He growled out and held onto her hips in a bruising grip.
She lowered her head and looked down the length of her body, could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of her, and opened her mouth in a silent cry.
“Konna, gefa alt av deg til mín.” He groaned and grunted the words in that deep voice of his, and her pleasure increased. And then he was holding her hips so tight that the pain had her gasping out.
He buried himself deep inside her, and she swore she felt the hard jets of his seed fill her.
Agata should have been worried about them not using protection, although given the state he lived in, so old world, she doubted he even knew what a condom was. But still, she should have taken better precautions, been stronger in keeping her distance from this man.
He was murmuring these harsh and guttural things. He filled her with his cum, bathing her in it until all she could feel, smell, and hear was Stian.
He covered her back with his chest, and his hard pants of breath bathed the nape of her neck. Her arms shook as she held herself up, and when he pulled out of her, she allowed herself to fall forward.
Stian lay down beside her, but before she could even take another breath, he had his thick arm wrapped around her waist and had her pulled in close to him.
Her skin was sweaty, his cum and her arousal covering her pussy and inner thighs, but she couldn’t even find the strength to move.
“Konna,” he said huskily.
This misplaced and totally strange feeling filled her when he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head. Agata should have thought more on that, realized that being here with Stian had started off being one of the worst experiences of her life, but now it didn’t seem so bad.
What did that say about her that she had slept with her captor, that she’d witnessed him nearly take down a whole village to protect her, and she’d gone back home with him?
Was she sick in the head, lonely, suffering from some kind of psychological issue because she did want Stian in this way?