While she chokes on his fingers, he slices the lovely violet gown and underclothes until they ribbon around her boots, leaving her exposed.
Gods, he wants her to hurt as badly as he needs to revel in her flesh. He is addicted to her like she is a godsdamn drug.
“I will make you wish you never accepted Thrain.” He removes his belt and uses the leather to bind her tiny wrists.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, Sigvid.”
Her pleading is cute.
He grabs a bit of her sliced dress and stuffs it in her mouth. Then, heties a longer strand around her head, holding the ball of fabric inside her puffed-out cheeks.
“I cannot have you yelling and bringing people down on us. How would that look, little one? You splayed out for me in this pub when you are to marry my brother?” He tisks bitterly.
Sigvid lays her on her back across a nearby table. He forces her legs apart until her pussy shines under the morning sunlight streaming through the warped front glass. He shoves his cock in her to the hilt and fucks her tightness with all of the pain gripping his chest after that damned announcement.
He clutches her bound arms so painfully that she wails. The table creaks from his force as he fucks her more roughly than he ever has with anyone. All in his need to alleviate his teetering fury.
To think I forgave you for everything: the torture and the Arena. I was ready to give you everything until you went behind my back and said ‘yes’ to Thrain.
He roars as he rips his cock from her pussy, and flips her onto her stomach. He finds a jar of oil and returns to find her beautiful blues blinking up at him with sweet curiosity.
“You godsdamn whore.” He shackles her legs apart with his knees as he pours the oil onto her asshole.
Her body twists and bucks when the oil trickles down her thigh. Inevitability creeps over her back in the form of goosebumps.
Sigvid’s cock rubs against her, “This will hurt. I promise you that.” He growls.
He lines the head of his cock along her puckered asshole. He presses inside until his head fills her. Damn, she is fucking tight.
She mumbles fearful pleadings.
“I should have done this carefully,” he snarls. “I should have prepared this snug hole for my cock. Instead, you are going to take all of me, and you’re going to fucking thank me for it like the slut you are.”
He lubricates more of his cock and edges his way in. Momentarily, he hesitates, reconsidering his action. Then, the fictitious image of Thrain taking Avina from behind while she mouths a wordless moan paints his eyes crimson with rage. His berserker power trickles just beneath the surface.
He takes five pumps to fit inside fully. Each section of his shaft elicits a choked sob from Avina’s lovely, gagged mouth. Once his balls slap against her drenched pussy, Sigvid pulls her hair as he enjoys her tight hole for however much time his member can withstand before unloading his seed inside her.
You are everything I could have ever needed in a partner, and I will remind you every moment of your life who loves you in this gods forsaken kingdom.
His orgasm is explosive when he finally relinquishes his self-control and cums deep into her third hole. He could give a shit about her pleasure. Her betrayal cuts him like a knife to his heart.
She releases a strained cry when he rips out of her hole. He can no longer control his lips trembling or the burning in his eyes that unleashes a single tear down his cheek.
“I cannot lose you.” Fuck his wavering tone and this fucking heartbreak. He throws a chair into the bar, shattering it.
He falls to his knees, punching the floorboards until his knuckles bleed and the wood splinters from his force. He has denied his love for her for too damn long.
Red flashes his eyes, and his berserker power restricts his reasoning. He leaves Avina bound and sobbing as he devastates the inside of the tavern, succumbing to the rage of hisseidr.
No more playing nice with his brother. She will be his if it means burning down the entire Endless fucking Shores to keep her.
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AVINA
December 13th, Year 100, 9th Era
Toftlund, Salt Province
