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pixievi · 2 years ago

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THE FRUITS OF HER LABOUR.

𓆩 summary ° ｡ eivor assists in securing your throne and your gratitude lies deeper than a mere alliance

𓆩 warnings ° ｡ queen! reader, throne sex, cunnilingus (r! receiving), fingering (r! recieving), degradation, praise, power play (eivor getting off on fucking a queen while simultaneously teasing them for letting her) usage of good girl, whore, lamb, eivor and reader having big phat crushes on each other

𓆩 wc ° ｡ 2,9k

𓆩 disclaimer ° ｡ this is a work of kink fantasy/fiction. within the world of kink and bdsm, consent is of upmost priority (also in general). even if the consent is not explicitly stated in the work, know and be assured that it is always given beforehand between all participants.

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“are you not joining in on the merriment, my lady?”

eivor had appeared in the throne room silently, her features illuminated by the flames of the many braziers in the room. she wore a proud smirk, the victory from earlier in the day obviously still sung through her veins. rowdy shouts and songs of battle faintly filled the room from the longhouse. it sounded like the whole town was in there. you were sat comfortably in your new position, on your throne. reading through various letters from the townsfolk, in which most welcomed their new queen. that was until eivor’s gentle voice joined the crackling of the fires. she strolled towards you as her eyes took in your domestic form, pleasantly surprised. she was used to seeing you in noble wear. thick cloaks sewn with delicate designs and with the softest furs, tunics bearing rich colours, thick pants made to withstand the seasons and jewellery that vociferated your status. now, you donned a light nightdress with a shawl wrapped around your arms. you looked soft, she thought, as warmth filled her chest.

“no”, you smiled at her softly. “i would much rather be in my bed”

it had been 3 long months and a half of strategising, travelling, battles, meetings, dealing with ivarr’s bullshit, more battles because of said bullshit….you were ready to sleep for a month. to put it lightly. but having eivor by your side made it all bearable. you were taken aback by her confident demeanour at first, but that same confidence soon became a comfort that quelled your anxieties. without her, victory would not have been possible. she stopped at the bottom of the dais and her smirk grew into a smile. mischief swirling in her eyes.

“perhaps i could keep you company then?”

brazen, she was. your cheeks warmed. damned woman. you wished you had grown used to her teasing, but how could you when everything about her made you want her to plow you until you couldn’t walk?

“would you not be missed by your men in your celebrations?”

eivor shrugged. “we’ve celebrated enough victories together, i doubt missing one with them would be tragic”

“are you sure? celebrating with me is hardly any better, i’m only reading these”, you chuckled, waving the letters.

“it would be, i want to speak with you”, she said, with a hint of softness. you fought down a grin.

“you don’t have to worry, our alliance is secured. ravensthorpe now has a powerful ally”

“i trust that it is. but that’s not why i wanted to speak with you”

eivor’s gaze was suddenly intense. you adjusted, sitting straighter in your throne. “oh, is everything all right eivor?”

she said nothing and stepped up towards you. your eyes followed her until she was looking down at your form. it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest in anticipation. she beckoned you to stand, with a feathery soft ‘come here’. you took her warm and calloused hands and they held you gently as you stood with her. your gaze shifted everywhere, : to the furs on her shoulders, her thumb caressing your knuckles, the weathered weapons belt that hung around her hips and accidentally, her lips. for far too long, you realised. cheeks warming even more.

eivor chuckled, and cradled your warm cheeks. tilting your head, making you look at her. though her rough hands were scarred and capable of cutting down men larger than her, she held your face tenderly. you've never felt more safe. as always, when eivor was around you. you melted into her affections. she hummed in approval as you softened and relaxed. your name left her lips warmly, making you look away from the scar on her cheek. interrupting thoughts of desiring to trace it.

and when she spoke, you could not believe your ears. surely, this was a dream?? you’re about to wake up and be left with an empty feeling in your chest that walked with longing alongside you for the rest of the day. you’ve had this dream before. eivor wanted you. her thumbs soothing your cheeks as she spoke is what made you realise that yes, this was actually real. because your dreams never got her touch right.

“…and as soon as your eyes met mine, the first time we met, i was yours. and i never want to not be”, eivor finished earnestly, her own heart beating frantically in anticipation of your reaction. she searched your dazed eyes for any sort of unspoken answer, worried you didn’t feel the same, and that she made a fool of herself. the longer you took to answer, the more her hands loosened her grip on you. threatening to pull away completely. really, you were just in shock and struggling to form words. losing her warm touch and the dejected look in her eyes as she fully pulled away is what made you snap out of it.

words were failing you, and there’s no doubt in your mind anymore of eivor’s feelings so…you did what you always wanted to do. you gripped her face instead and smashed your lips to hers. a surprised noise escaped her. you smiled against her lips and chuckled. eivor wasted no time. with her heart soaring she pulled you in again. trapping your mouth with hers and deepening the kiss with a groan. it was messy and desperate. it was like eivor wanted to devour you. spit started to coat both of your lips, some reaching your chin. but you didn’t care, if you didn’t have to stop to breathe, you would’ve gone the whole night tasting her. you both breathed heavily, catching your breaths.

eivor’s eyes were fixed on your heaving chest. she almost forgot she was supposed to be breathing as she focused on the sight of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. how they pressed against it each time you inhaled. her arms snaked around your waist, bringing you even closer to her. pressing your body to her own. she couldn’t help herself. she placed open mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck and revelled in the sweet noises you gave her.

it was all too much, her hot mouth on you, her hands gliding across your body and squeezing your flesh almost roughly. possesively. it was all going straight to your core, making you ache. your hips had a mind of their own. desperate for any sort of attention, you grinded against her. hoping she'll do something about it.

eivor smiled against your neck. she'd never seen you like this before. so desperate and mindless. she wanted to never forget it. and drag it out. she ignored your pleas, with a bit of difficulty and continued making her mark on your neck. by this point, your neck was decorated. they wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon. and eivor loved that.

you were growing frustrated. and even more wet. you pulled her head away from your neck suddenly and she made a noise of protest, but you shushed her.

"i don't think i properly rewarded you, did i?", you asked, gripping eivor’s chin. her eyes were clouded, and you could easily imagine the thoughts swimming in her mind. eivor shook her head.

you sat back down on your throne. "well, come get it then"

the second you spread your legs, eivor was already on her knees. pushing your legs up, holding them by the backs of your thighs and shoving her face into your dripping pussy. you gasped in relief. finally, finally after so long of wanting her, you had her. and she had you. eivor groaned into your folds as she lapped up your wetness and dipped her warm tongue teasingly into your aching entrance. making you arch into her with a whine.

eivor couldn't believe it. she always imagined what it would be like to fuck you. the sounds you'd make, the pretty expressions she'd pull from you, how you'd taste. but in recent weeks, she was daydreaming about a whole lot more than just that. every time you'd smile at her made eivor think of how lovely it would be to have you at home waiting for her, ready to give her that smile that was always just for her, when she came back to you. it would make her a lot less reckless in her endeavours. it didn't take long for eivor to figure out her passionate feelings for you.

her hand trailed up your stomach and pulled down the front of your dress, revealing your tits to her. she grabbed one and kneaded it as she feasted on you. her black eye paint was still striking on her, even after having it on all day. it lasted proudly through the harsh rain that lashed the battlefield and eivor's sweat. now it smeared slightly on the sensitive skin of your thighs. you always loved when she wore it. feeling your heated gaze on her, eivor met your eyes from beneath your damp curls and winked. bitch. you cursed between whimpers as she added more fuel to the fire in your veins.

eivor was purposefully avoiding your clit, as she wanted to play with you for as long as she could. the wet sounds she was making between your thighs were obscene, and they were extra loud because of the echo. eivor shoved her tongue deeper within you, and tongue fucked you. you whined and gripped her hair, pulling her in closer. desperate for more. her nose bumped against your aching clit while you shifted and you gasped, and made an effort to tighten your thighs around her head. but she still had your legs in an iron grip. your knees were pressed up to your chest and you couldn't move much. you were completely at eivors mercy.

you could feel eivor smile at your struggle, it only spurred her on even more. she quickened her pace as you grew wetter around her. it dripped onto the throne beneath you, helped by eivor’s spit. abruptly, her tongue left you and you whipped your head back to her to protest. but your curses got caught in your throat and what escaped were moans of surprise and relief. eivor sucked greedily, her lips finally wrapped around your clit. it was heaven. you arched into the feeling, babbling a series of 'yes yes yes!'

eivors need for you only grew as your taste coated her tongue and your pretty sounds filled her ears. it was getting uncomfortable at this point, but she will wait. she wanted to see her noble queen fall apart. a thick finger tentatively prodded at your entrance, teasing it, beckoning you to give your permission to be destroyed. you nodded eagerly, already clenching around nothing at the thought. eivor gave one last intense suck before removing her mouth from you, making you shiver.

"i need to hear it, princess", she smirked up at you. half of her face was glistening in the firelight with your mess. she kept her mouth close to your pussy as she spoke lowly, the vibrations making you shiver again.

"please eivor", you whined, scooting closer to her.

eivor nipped at your soft skin and you gasped in surprise. she soothed the sting with a feathery kiss. she spoke against your burning flesh. "please what, lamb?"

she wanted you to spill filth. that much is clear. a hungry and dark glint in her eyes urged you to beg and use your pretty mouth to utter lewdness. heat rose to your cheeks.

"eivor please i-i need it"

she feigned disappointment. "need what?"

she constantly teased your hole as she spoke, and while she waited for you to speak. teasing you like this, was really doing something to her. she half hoped you dragged it out. but the other half, was growing needier and needier. her underwear was ruined by now. you swallowed. eivor found herself distracted by your heaving chest again in the warm light.

"n-need you to fuck my pussy p-please", you begged and arched towards her. "take what's y-yours"

take what's yours. a bolt of pleasure and want erupted in eivors belly and she groaned. shit. she shoved her face into your heat again and furiously resumed her onslaught on your clit. you moaned, throwing your head back. she rewarded you with a finger, slowly spreading your velvet walls. she started off at a languid pace to get you used to her. which was sweet and all, but you needed more.

"a-another"

eivor chuckled around your pulsing clit at your orders and you gripped her head, pulling her in even more.

"little lamb wants another", eivor muttered to herself smugly. fuck you loved the names she'd always give you. even more so when she was knuckle deep in your cunt. two more fingers joined the first, stretching you out deliciously.

"f-f-fuck", you groaned. you'd never been this full before. eivor had her bottom lip between her teeth, smiling, watching you suck her in greedily. she stood and leaned over your desperate form. your lips crashed into hers and she swallowed your moan after she curled her fingers in you.

"how does that feel, your majesty?", she whispered against your lips, holding your gaze intensely. you clenched around her thick fingers again at the title.

"really r-really good"

"oh yeah?", she deepened her lazy thrusts.

"y-yes!"

"any more royal requests, my lady?"

you met her wanton stare. "faster wolfkissed"

it was instant. her gentle strokes were replaced by rough, animalistic thrusts that pounded your aching pussy relentlessly. eivor grunted into your sweaty neck with the effort. relishing in your delicate whimpers and the way your breath hitched every time her calloused fingers hit that spot. once she found it, she abused it.

you fisted the furs on her shoulder for dear life while eivor kissed and bit the sensitive skin of your shoulder. intent on marking that side too. after tonight, she wanted no doubt in anyone's mind that you were hers. all hers. especially to your future royal suitors. it wouldn't take long for news of a young, unmarried queen to make its rounds across other kingdoms. oh, she couldn't wait to see their faces when she would treat you like her wife right in front of them. one day, that will be true.

eivor was satisfied by the state of your neck and moved further down your chest while you continued to squeeze her sopping fingers. your juices had pooled under you on the throne and some dripped down eivor's wrist, which flew off onto the floor at her rough plowing. she latched on to your nipple and twirled and sucked around your peak. you hummed in bliss and pushed her head further into you. the coil in you was starting to tighten more and more, it wouldn't be long before you spilled all over your drengr's fingers.

your stomach tensed and relaxed with eivors thrusts, and your legs started doing the same. you wrapped your arms around her broad shoulders, holding her tight as you gasped into her neck. adorable, eivor thought as she trailed her free hand beneath your nightdress and brushed her thumb affectionately against the skin of your hip. just like she had done with your cheeks earlier.

"e-eivor"

"mmm?", she answered, still toying with your breast.

"i'm close"

eivor wetly removed her mouth from your nipple and rested her forehead against yours. she kept up her pace, wanting to rip it out of you. all over your throne. "really, your majesty? right here?"

squelching echoed back to you from the corners of the throne room and you clenched at eivor’s teasing. "right here on your throne? right where you'll sit addressing nobles, your people? where a viking made their queen cum?"

you cursed, shutting your eyes in embarrassment and renewed arousal. you shouldn't like that idea as much as you did. some locals and those outside your kingdom would have your head for having relations with a raider. you creamed a white ring around the knuckles of your raider as she continued to finger fuck you, hell bent on making her teasing come true.

"y-yes!"

"how filthy of you, your majesty", eivor smirked, loving every single bit of this. "wonder what they'd think of their queen being such a whore"

"just y-yours"

"that's right lamb, all mine", she emphasised with a particularly deep thrust that made you keen against her. and she kept doing it. words left you as she focused on that one spot within your soaked walls. her fingers laying claim to it.

"come on sweet thing, give it to me"

and like the good girl you are, you did. you gasped as bliss crashed your senses, your legs tensed and jerked as eivor fucked you through it. she watched in awe as deep pleasure took you, having you make the cutest face. she slowed her thrusts and shushed you, bringing you down gently. kissing all over your warm face. murmuring praise. not that you heard much, it was like your ears had been stuffed. so you only caught snippets of her affections.

"...so good for me"

"beautiful"

she carefully took her coated fingers out of you. you pouted at the empty feeling and eivor only chuckled down at you, before thoroughly and obnoxiously cleaning them off with her tongue. you rolled eyes half heartedly at her teasing display. eivor smiled mischievously and caught your lips in a passionate kiss that threatened to take your breath away. her strong arms snaked under you and picked you up, holding you tightly so you didn't slide down.

"come, time for bed lamb"

you couldn't argue with that.

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that-basic-simp · 1 month ago

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Battleworn

Fem! Eivor x Fem! Reader CW: Blood and dirty thoughts WC: 1.2k+

The rain has yet to stop and it was in the middle of the night when it had gotten worse. It was heavy and loud thunder rolled over the settlement and lightning could be seen.

"Who could have angered Thor so much?" Randvi asked.

"Maybe he and Odin are at it again," I chuckled.

"Have you heard word from Eivor?"

"No. I was wondering if you did."

"I haven't. She hasn't been back since she left for Lincolnscire."

"And that was about a week ago."

"Being a Kingsmaker is hard work I suppose."

"I wonder if she's alright."

"She's Eivor. She's the best we have since Sigurd went who knows where."

"I don't trust Basim."

"Neither do I, but if Sigurd trusts him, I must trust his judgement."

"Why don't you trust yours, Randvi?"

"The last time I trusted my judgement, it cost me a relationship."

"Was it the thing between you and Eivor?"

She nodded her head, "Thankfully, Eivor had sense."

"Sometimes she doesn't."

"Other times she does. But she is a bit thick headed."

I chuckled, "Wonder how that happened."

"All those fights and head butting must have thickened her skull," Randvi chuckled.

"I suppose that is what did it. But it makes me wonder," I said. "Other than sense, why do you think she turned you down?"

Randvi shrugged, a smile crawled onto her face, "She said she has sights for someone else and only sees me as a sister. Like how she sees Sigurd as a brother."

"Well the two of them did grow up together, so I can see why. But sights for someone else?"

"Maybe she found a Saxon woman to lie in bed with."

"I wouldn't be surprised. While she is strong and brash, she has a wit and charm to her. Something I find myself yearning often when she's gone."

"The next time she comes back, why don't you talk to her? Convince her to stay for a while before venturing back out there."

"Why me?"

"You're the only one she listens to."

A roar of thunder and a flash of lightning illuminated a shadow as it stepped into the longhouse. Both Randvi and I pulled our axes out, but as I heard the familiar growl, I knew who it was.

"Eivor!"

She was hunched over, holding her side as she stumbled into the longhouse, falling to the ground. Randvi and I rushed to her side and helped her up. Blood was coming from her mouth as she coughed.

"Eivor," I whispered.

"I-I'm badly wounded."

"Let's get her to my hut."

"No," she coughed once more, spitting blood onto the ground. "I can't make it all the way there."

"To her room then," Randvi said.

We helped Eivor to her feet to make it to her room. Once she was settled, Randvi left and went to grab a long tarp to cover the entrance of Eivor's room.

"Remove your hand."

She removed it and the sight and smell almost made me want to throw up.

"Y-You're going to need to undress. Is that the only place?"

She nodded her head as she slowly removed her armor and the clothing that was underneath. All that remained was the cloth that was wrapped around her chest. The stench of blood became overwhelming to the point where I suspected she had more injuries. A stab to the side wouldn't make her react like that, as well as smell so profound.

"E-Eivor, turn around."

"No," she said.

"Eivor. Turn around," I said sternly.

She let out a sigh and turned around. My eyes widened in horror as there were numerous slashes and cuts on her back.

"Eivor."

"I was caught by surprise," she grimaced.

"Let's get the stab wound. Most of the deep ones are going to need stitches."

"Figured."

"Sit on the edge of the bed and lean back."

She did as she was told, leaning back onto her arms. I left her room quickly and found Randvi had gone to my hut to gather my things.

"You are a life saver, Randvi."

"Of course. Anything for our best healer and our favorite drengr."

I smiled and stepped back into the room, preparing for a long night of her swearing and grunting. As I was stitching up the stab wound, my eyes couldn't help but wander down to her abs as they flexed here and there. I tried to keep a straight face, but the one corner of my mouth tugged into a small smile at just the thought of what they would feel like. How her abs would flex when I drag my fingertips across them, feel the muscle underneath my tongue.

"Y/N," Eivor cleared her throat.

"S-Sorry," I said, leaving my little fantasy world and going back to the task at hand.

As for her back, I made her lean against a shelf and began stitching up the wounds. With the light of the candles beside us, it was hard to see every muscle contract in her back, but I knew what they looked like. I've had to take care of her a lot ever since we moved to England. She was always so reckless when she was fighting, but her strength never dwindled. In fact, it just grew and grew. I could tell when I was stitching the stab wound, her biceps are more defined and bigger than I remember. Or maybe it was because I never see her for more than five minutes.

"Ok," I patted her shoulder. "You're all done."

"Thank you."

"You were quite tame this time around," I chuckled. "Usually there's more swearing and sounds coming from you that people would think we were doing something."

"Y/N?"

"Yes," I turned and found her as she pulled me into her embrace.

After the initial shock, I slowly and carefully wrapped my arms around her.

"Thank you. For everything you've done for me."

"I just want to make sure you're ok," I said.

"I should get going," she pulled away.

I reached down, since she wasn't wearing a shirt, and grabbed the top of her pants. I bunched the fabric in my fist and pulled her back towards me.

"Not with those stitches you're not."

"I must," she said. "I-I need to complete what I started."

"And what then, Eivor? You're going to get yourself killed if you sustain more injuries while these current ones are healing. Your injuries could become infected and then who knows what will become of you. I-I," I sucked in a deep breath, trying to prevent the forming tears from sliding down my face. "I don't want to lose you, Eivor."

I released my hold on the fabric and stepped towards her, wrapping my arms loosely around her waist, the tips of my fingers running up and down her taut abs. Her right hand reached down and placed it on top of mine. Her fingers intertwined with mine and we stood there, our breathing syncing together.

"I didn't know you cared this much about me."

"Not only as the settlement's healer, but as your friend."

She removed her hand and turned to face me once more. Her left hand came up and cupped my cheek. The rough pad of her thumb ran across my smooth skin. Such a contrast.

"Can we be more than just friends?" she asked. "I've been meaning to ask you, but..."

I nodded my head, "I'd love to be something more, Eivor."

She smiled softly. She pulled back her hand and placed them on my hips, pulling me towards her. I wrapped my arms around her neck, my one hand digging into her hair as our lips came together. Eivor pulled me closer to her, trying to be as close as can be. Our sweet kiss started to ignite and before I knew it, I was on Eivor's bed and her hovering above me. I swallowed hard, finding her like this in the candle light.

"Can I make you mine?" she husked.

"Of course," I said.

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