It started off as nothing, just his breath on her naked womanhood, that sent a visible shiver through her body. Harald chuckling at her neediness, as she pushed herself closer to him. Her hand wrapped tightly in his braid; the slight twinge of pain making his already hard cock, twitch. He would give her what she wanted, what they both wanted, soon enough. But for the moment, he wanted to admire her a little longer; the glisten of her arousal coating her, leaking from her and making its way down to his throne. His tongue darting out to lick his lips, desperate to taste her; his rough hands pushing her legs a little further apart.

It was hard for him to believe that this was true. That (Y/n) was finally his. He knew that he had been concerned with becoming worthy of Ellisif for too long, and where had it got him......nearly killed, that's where. And if it hadn't been for his brother, the princess would have had her revenge for her husband's death. Harald finally able to see the woman that she really was. Able to see that for too long he had set his sights on someone that had never had the desire to be his. The king having hoped that he had not recognised his mistake too late. That the beautiful young girl that would follow him around Kattegat when he had first set foot in the realm of Ragnar Lothbok; the girl that had become the most wonderful of women, had not been claimed by another. Harald ignoring the looks from all her brothers, ignoring the teasing from Halfdan, as he spent as much time with (Y/n) as he could, while they journeyed to England to avenge Ragnar. He staying by her side as they fought. And now here they were, the beautiful shieldmaiden agreeing to be his; the exquisite maid spread eagle, just for him, while she sat on his throne. Harald unable to restrain himself any longer; (Y/n) moaning loudly, as his mouth, his tongue finally began to taste her.

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Hvitserk made his way through the town, wondering whether jumping ship and joining Ivar had been the best thing to do. When he and (Y/n) had a chance to be alone, they had often spoken about their decision to stay with their younger brother, instead of going with Ubbe. Hvitserk knowing that despite what his sister might say, she had remained with Ivar, because she had always looked after him, as he and Ubbe had always looked after her. Their mother placing Ivar in (Y/n)'s bed at night; having her look after him when their younger brother was in pain. And even though the two would argue; even though it felt like Ivar had given her away for the sake of his revenge, Hvitserk knew that Ivar loved (Y/n) as much as he loved their mother. Though he didn't seem to appreciate that if their sister did agree to Harald's price for his aid, that she would no longer be with him. Hvitserk finding it hard to believe that Harald would let his wife, his queen live in Kattegat, instead of with him.

"Thank you..........." Hvitserk said, as the old man pointed to the great hall; telling him that he had seen (Y/n) enter the building not long before. The second son of Aslaug sure that she was already speaking to Harald; discussing what he and Ivar had spoken about. Hvitserk sure that his sister was smart enough, wily enough to not be talked into anything she didn't want. But still, she was his little sister, and he wanted to be there if she needed support. Hvitserk making his way up to the doors of the hall, his jaw clenching as he heard the sound of (Y/n) shout out. The son of Ragnar only thinking for his sister, as he kicked open the door. His eyes growing wide as he saw the scene in front of him.

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"So sweet............." Harald hummed. Licking his lips before returning his mouth to her womanhood. His smile growing on his soaked face, as (Y/n)'s desperate, needy moans got louder. The king sure that others outside would be able to hear her now, but he didn't care; she was his, and as soon as possible, she would be his wife. And then, then he would have her as no other man had had her. He the only one to know the true beauty of the daughter of Lothbrok; to know what it was to be sheathed inside her. Harald carefully pushing a finger past her soft folds, groaning at how tight she was. Sure, that he had finally been blessed by the gods.

"Ha........Har......oh gods, please don't stop........" (Y/n) gasped. The king growling deeply as he felt her begin to pulsate around his finger.

"That's it, (Y/n). Be a good girl and cum of me......just for me. Cum all over my face............" Harald's words all she needed to push her over the edge. She happily falling, tumbling headlong into the abyss of pleasure that his finger and mouth her giving her. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from calling out; needing Harald to know how good he had made her feel. Her mind too caught up in the wonderful feeling; too concerned with the man between her legs to even notice that the doors to the hall had been thrown open. To notice that her older brother was stood there in wide-eyed silence. Or that was until Harald finally moved away from her; until she heard his amused tone say one word.......

"Hvitserk.............?"