All Chapters of The Viking's Mate Hunt : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

She had left without another word last night. I'm not sure if she finally understood. I meant every single word without even feeling bad about it or what. I peeled off the makeup layers, the dress, and that goddamned corset. It had red and sore marks on my skin next to the red stripes after the cane. I wanted to crawl under the covers and hide from the world, but I decided to regain myself. I made myself a steaming hot bath and burned away all the nasty looks. The hurtful words and shame I felt. It all followed the water down as I unclogged the bathtub. I felt better, more like myself. I was nobody’s doll, and no one, fay or not, would ever treat me as one again! I managed to calm myself with that thought, that determination. That tomorrow will be different. I’m not here to play dress-up doll; didn’t they say they needed to win my favor? Then, we need to change things a little. I slept badly. Dreams of two black wolves, one drowning in blue flames and smirking fay, flooded my head. I

"Be quiet.." Someone whispered behind me, but I couldn’t determine who it was. My ears were ringing; my whole head was throbbing and aching. I tried opening my eyes, but they were too swollen. The memories flashed back into my mind, and I started to wiggle and struggle. "Shush! Don't make a sound; I’m getting you out of here! " I felt like I should remember the voice, but I didn't manage to place a face or name on it. All I wanted was to sleep, sleep, or cry. It didn't matter; I'd had enough, and right now, right now, everything hurt. "It’s Astor. I’ve placed a glamor shield before you; it will buy us some time! But don't make a noise!" He whispered in my ear as he struggled to loosen my hands. "The sound waves will disturb the shield, possibly break it. There! Follow me!" He took my hand, and I held it so tight my finger hurt. Don’t leave me here! It was a silent plea. My feet were shaking, and I still didn't see a thing! My eyes were as good as glued shut. My face felt like it

Elisabeth/Eir´s POV It was terrible, awful. It played over and over again in my head like a bad dream. I watched as they kicked Astor in the stomach, face, and back. Over and over again, I heard bones break, how he choked on his own blood. Nothing I did helped. I screamed, tried to jump their backs, hit, and kicked. They threw me away like a dirty rag doll before that final punch in the face made my vision blur. I remember he wanted to throw me down the river fall. I remember fighting, clawing at the ground, kicking, and screaming. But still, I was dragged closer and closer to that roaring waterfall. Suddenly, everything turned black. A surging pain hit me right in the face, but after, there was only numbness. Caught in a dark slumber, I heard the sound of my own heart, my ragged breaths, and I heard how my lunges squeaked with each breath. The air around me smelled sweet and metallic, and I could hear the screams and shouts far away. Like I was a captive in my sound wall, protected

I gasped and squirmed under him as his throbbing member pushed inside me. His hand still had a firm grip on my hair, pushing me down towards the mattress as my hands clutched the sheets. A low whimper left my lips as he pushed deeper. Filling up every inch of me, and the throbbing ache between my legs only magnified. A dangerous delight, a perfect balance between pleasure and slight pain. With slow deep thrusts, his cock slid in and out of my swollen entrance. He stroked, pushed, and pounded all the sensitive spots possible on his way. I could feel how his back curled a little as he forced in the last of his cock before he slowly pulled back. It was so easy; my body slowly filled with that trickling and warm anticipation, need, and lust. All I had to do was be there, feel it, and enjoy it: no fake sounds, no fake reactions, no spitting in my hand to keep wet for him. Everything I wanted it to be, everything I've longed to feel here, pushed beneath him without even the possibility of m

Elisabeth/Eir. It was a rocky and a little uncomfortable start. Back home, the normal me would never seek out the one I decided to fuck for no good reason, for company. But what was I supposed to do? I knew nobody here; I didn’t even know if I wanted to know anyone. I did; however, I knew I felt unsafe walking around alone. Monsters, shifters, magical asshats. I didn’t trust any of them, even for a second. But it was also this place. Everything felt so different, so foreign, and I felt so alone and lost—a feeling I didn’t like. I tried pushing it aside, but it didn’t help. Walking through that little village place, eyes were always on me. I was the outsider, the one that didn’t belong. I was sitting on that edge, feet hanging in the air and watching the ocean. It calmed me like the sea breeze cleared my head, letting me start with blank pages. He told me how they used boats to fish, hunt seals, and sometimes they even caught whales! As he talked, pictures began to form in my head. F