章 269: Unquestionably in Charge (Assassin's Creed: Valhalla)
A/N: Unquestionably in Charge was a commissioned one shot originally written back in January of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: NTR, Mind Break, Breeding
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"You can't possibly think that you'll get away with this! Unhand me this instant!"
He hears her screeching like a harridan before he even reaches the room. Letting out an explosive sigh, Eivor lets his shoulders slump for a moment and his head hang low… before raising it high again and squaring his shoulders back. With his jaw set, the Wolf-Kissed steps forward, pushing his way into the room and closing the door behind him.
At his entrance, the three women already in the bedroom all snap their gazes towards him. Tove looks happy to see him, while Petra looks downright relieved. Meanwhile, the third, Randvi, the one who was screaming before he even arrived, looks outright apoplectic.
"You."
Smiling a wan smile, Eivor rolls his shoulders as he strides deeper into the room.
"Me. Your outburst was dinner was the final straw, Randvi. I can no longer abide your mouth as it sows discord and dissent within this village."
Randvi sneers at that, her pretty pale face contorting in anger and rage.
"You can no longer abide my mouth, can you? I am the wife of Sigurd Styrbjornsson, the rightful ruler of this village! In his absence, it should be ME in charge! You… you are nothing but a whelp unprepared for the task of ruling."
And in the end, that right there was the problem between them, boiled down to a nutshell. A simple exchange outlined their issues with one another quite easily. Eivor Varinsson was the nearly undisputed ruler of Ravensthorpe in the absence of his brother, Sigurd. Not only had Sigurd named Eivor as leader until he returned, but news had also reached their settlement of Sigurd's arrest and imprisonment by an inquisition who take umbrage with the Viking's belief that he was descended from the Norse Pantheon.
As much as Eivor wanted nothing more than to go after his adoptive brother, he could not. He had a village to run and grow in Sigurd's memory. He knew it was what his brother would have wanted. Unfortunately, while Sigurd had left Ravensthorpe in Eivor's capable hands, he'd also left something else behind… or rather, someone.
Randvi was a beautiful and altogether intelligent woman, and effectively his sister-in-law as she was wife to his brother Sigurd. However, before Sigurd's departure, she was not just his wife but also his chief advisor. With a sharp wit and a quick mind, Randvi was always worth bending an ear to… but just because one made a good advisor, did not mean one made a good leader.
Needless to say, Randvi was irate that her husband had named Eivor as his stand-in while he was gone, rather than her. And from the very start of his departure, she'd made it clear how little she respected Eivor and his women.
His women being Tove and Petra, of course. Tove was the widow of another man in the village, a Viking named Svend who worked as a barber and tattooist for the clan before his untimely demise. Petra, meanwhile, was an outsider, a foreign huntress that Eivor had come across in his travels and ultimately brought back to Ravensthorpe. She was it's first outsider, but she'd been welcomed all the same by the majority Viking population. Mostly off of the back of his word and recommendation, given his reputation amongst the clan and settlement.
Both women belonged to Eivor. They were his and they shared him between them. It was perhaps not common for a man to take multiple wives, but it was also not uncommon. Needless to say, neither Tove nor Petra were all that bothered by the other. In fact, there was a deep respect between the two women, built on the knowledge that neither of them could handle his ardor alone. Hell, even together, the two of them were usually laid out and exhausted by the time he was done with them.
Randvi, of course, had never liked that Eivor had two women who weren't even his wives shacking up with him. A traditionalist, she'd constantly pushed for him to marry one and be done with it, back when she was still pretending to accept his temporary rule and advise him on certain matters. The fact that he'd never actually listened to her probably didn't help very much.
But after news of Sigurd's capture and imprisonment by this inquisition reached their ears, relations between himself and Randvi had broken down fast. The rest of Ravensthorpe had no issue whatsoever accepting Eivor as their ruler. But Randvi… Randvi seemed to see him as nothing more than the young whelp that used to follow Sigurd around when he was but a child. She didn't understand that he was a man grown now, and seemed to consider him immature, reckless, and not leadership material.
It was time for that to change.
"I have tried to be reasonable, Randvi. Out of respect for you and respect for my brother. But it has become obvious that leaving you alone to grieve Sigurd's loss in peace has only made things worse. From now on, me and my women will be looking after you."
Randvi's eyes widen at that, and her nostrils flare as she pushes off the bed that Tove and Petra threw her onto when they manhandled her away from the dining hall on his orders. Her latest outburst had been at dinner this evening, and having finally had enough, Eivor had ordered her removed to his quarters in front of everyone. And then, once she was gone… he'd made it absolutely clear what he was doing.
"You… you pig! You can't possibly think the rest of the clan will just accept that!"
She's stomping towards him, glaring and gnashing her teeth like she intends to take a swing at him. But Eivor speaks up and cuts her charge off with nothing more than words.
"They already have."
As Randvi freezes in place, eyes wide and uncomprehending, Eivor elaborates.
"It's obvious that, since Sigurd's departure, your womanly needs have not been taken care of. You were outright hysterical earlier tonight. And so I told the clan that I would be looking after you in Sigurd's stead from now on. They agreed with me… quite raucously, in fact."
He sees the moment when she realizes he's telling the truth; he sees the slight slump of her shoulders in defeat. However, as soon as she feels that defeat, the Viking Woman regains her defiance, gritting her teeth and glaring at him angrily.
"I refuse. I will not submit to your insatiable lusts, boy!"
With a sigh, Eivor nods to Tove… who promptly kicks Randvi's legs out from under her, knocking her to her knees. Petra steps forward as well, and together the two women grab hold of her from either side, locking her down between them. Randvi is well-muscled as any Viking woman should be, but then, so is Tove… and Petra, for all that she is not Norse, is decidedly fit from her life as a huntress.
In a two versus one situation, Randvi is easily overpowered and dragged back over to the bed, where Eivor's women pin her down and begin stripping her naked for him. As her furs come off despite her resistance, her struggling, her angry wailing, Eivor takes his own clothing off as well, stripping at a more sedate pace in order to give Tove and Petra all the time in the world to prepare the former clan leader's wife for him.
Truly, this isn't something Eivor wants to be doing… but he knows without a shadow of a doubt that it's something he has a knack for, right alongside killing and pillaging. Letting out a low sigh, he watches as Tove silences Randvi's protests by kissing her harshly, one hand holding the blonde by her golden locks and the other grabbing a now bared tit and playing with it roughly. Petra, meanwhile, pins down one of Randvi's arms and dips her hand between the muscular Viking Woman's thighs to begin fingering her cunt.
Both of them know what he's capable of and are doing their absolute best to prepare Randvi for what is to come. Of course, SHE doesn't see it that way… but Eivor has faith that she'll understand soon enough. Reaching the end of the bed, stripped down to nothing but his boots, the muscular Viking climbs up onto the pile of furs and hay alongside Petra, Tove, and Randvi. He crawls forward and grabs her flailing, kicking legs by the ankles and then the thighs, forcing them apart as he kneels between them… and slaps his cock down onto her mound.
Petra removes her fingers and Tove removes her mouth from Randvi's lips, both women pulling back until they're kneeling on either side of him and his next conquest, still helping to pin down the muscular Viking Woman, but nothing more than that. Randvi, meanwhile, goes still for a moment in wide-eyed disbelief as she slides her gaze down the length of her toned, naked figure to where his cock is currently resting along her slit… and then up her abdomen.
She doesn't say it, but they all can practically hear her thinking it. Eivor knows he's big, he knows he's supernaturally endowed in fact. His cock is a massive bludgeon of a weapon, thick and fat and throbbing, and he's not even fully erect yet, though he is most of the way there. Smirking slightly, Eivor cocks his head to the side as Randvi's pupils shrink to pinpricks, her lips parting ever so slightly as she begins to pant.
"Like what you see?"
His words bring her back to herself, and she startles, realizing that she'd been staring at his cock, at the cock that he was about to fuck her with. Stiffening beneath him, she begins to struggle anew even as he and his women continue to pin her down.
"N-No! You b-bastard, get away from me! Get off of me! Sigurd would geld you for this, Eivor!"
Shaking his head, Eivor angles back until the head of his member is pressed snugly into her clenching cunt lips. Even as she tries to push him out, she's inadvertently starting to pull him in.
"Sigurd would want me to take care of his woman. So that's what I'm going to do."
And with that said, Eivor thrusts forward. The response from Randvi is a choked squeal, even the strong, independent Viking Woman not at all prepared for a cock of his size. What that says about his brother, Eivor doesn't spend too long pondering. He has a task in front of him, and as much as he may not want to, he knows he has to. This discord between him and his brother's wife cannot be allowed to continue. For Ravensthorpe to continue moving forward, they need to present a unified front… one way or another.
Gripping Randvi tightly by her thick muscular thighs, he grits his teeth as he thrusts in and out of her. Petra and Tove's earlier foreplay has done the trick. Despite acting like she hates all of this, Randvi is just wet enough for him to slide into her incredibly tight cunt and create more and more of a slickness. Her inner walls cling to him and squeeze down with all their might, trying to push him back out, but while he lets them at times, it's always just to thrust right back into her with all of his might, filling her with his massive member once more.
"Y-You bast-guh! Nngh, I'll k-kill you for th-hnnf!"
Randvi tries her best to keep up her defiant dialogue, but Eivor isn't giving her a chance to think, let alone talk. Faster and faster he fucks her, speeding up while maintaining the same deep thrusts he started with. It's not quite how he claimed Tove or Petra, both of them were far more willing when he finally took them to bed, but it's a similar technique to be sure. Overwhelming them with his size and then breaking them with his technique is how Eivor has fucked every woman in his life. Tove and Petra are just the two he'd bothered to keep by his side after he was done conquering them.
Randvi will make a good third though, he can't help but think. The more that he fucks her, the more Eivor's reluctance fades away. Part of him never wanted to do this, part of him wanted to just leave his brother's wife to her own devices. But at the same time, a large part of him had always lusted after Randvi. And if Sigurd wasn't going to be here to take care of her… then Eivor would have to do it for him.
As his cock plunges into her depths time and time again, Randvi's entire body clenches up. Not only do her inner walls tighten around him in quite the pleasurable fashion, but her teeth clench and her chiseled abdomen flexes. At the same time however, there's a distinct degradation in her struggling. Tove and Petra are still holding her down, but the harder he fucks her, the less Randvi tries to fight back against them. She's too distracted by his massive meat pole buried in her depths… and the pleasure it's bringing her.
"Hnnnngh!"
Keeping her lips tightly closed, not letting even a moan out of her mouth, Randvi nevertheless can't keep her body from betraying her forever. Groaning through her clenched teeth, the beautiful blonde Norse Woman cums around Eivor's cock, her pussy giving in to him, even if the woman herself hasn't yet. In the end, Eivor has discovered that while a woman might lie with her upper lips, she's usually a lot more honest with the lower set.
Eivor doesn't comment on her orgasm, though he does meet her eyes to let her know that he knew it happened. But he doesn't say a word, because he's not done yet… he's not done by a long shot. Staring into Randvi's eyes as he fucks her right there on the bed of furs, Eivor plunges his cock into her again and again, pounding her cunt into the shape of his member, filling her to the brim with his meat again and again. And through it all, slamming up against her cervix, against the entrance to her womb.
Perhaps something in his emotionless gaze gives it away, or perhaps Randvi can tell he's getting close, because her eyes suddenly widen with realization and she lets a cry slip out of her mouth before speaking through moans and groans.
"Don't, oooh, don't you DARE, Eivor! D-Do-nngh-don't you dare spill your, a-ah, seed in me!"
Eivor can't help but smile slightly… as he picks up the pace, planning to do just that. For a brief moment, Randvi's struggles pick back up, a hoarse shout leaving her throat as the muscular, toned Viking beauty tries in vain to escape the pin she's currently being held in. Then, he's cumming inside of her and she goes still as he fills and fills her with his spunk. Spilling one's seed inside of another man's wife is probably the gravest sin you can commit in the clan.
But Sigurd isn't coming back, and everyone save for Randvi herself perhaps knows and accepts that. Having not given Sigurd any sons or even daughters, Randvi as a woman had failed in her duties to the clan. That left it to Eivor to take up the torch and breed the childless Viking Woman. And breed her he shall, his first load filling her to the brim before he pauses for a moment, buried deeply inside of her still.
After a second, Randvi just turns her head to the side and growls.
"Just… just go. You've got what you came for, have you not?"
Funnily enough, it's not Eivor who responds to that. Randvi's words startle laughter out of Tove, the other musclebound Viking Woman chuckling in disbelief and drawing Randvi's eyes. Her own eyes sparkling with mirth, Tove just shakes her head.
"Do you truly think he's done after one go? You're in for a treat, sister."
Randvi's eyes widen and her nostrils flare in indignation at that.
"I am NOT your sis-oooooh~"
In the midst of her exclamation, Eivor starts moving again. With her mouth open in the midst of speaking, Randvi can't contain the moan that results from him continuing to fuck her with every last inch of his rock hard cock. As Tove and Petra both well know, Eivor is never satisfied after one go. He's not even satisfied after two.
Randvi quickly learns this as he fucks her and fucks her, pounding into her right on that bed of furs and showing her all that he has to offer as a man and a mate. The beautiful woman beneath him can do nothing but stare up at him incredulity until the pleasure overwhelms her, her face contorting in unwanted ecstasy, her eyes going crossed as moan after moan exits from her mouth.
He fucks orgasm after orgasm out of her, and eventually, she can't even keep her mouth shut like she did the first time through, let alone form coherent language. Eventually, they switch her onto her hands and knees and Tove takes up position in front of her face, dragging Randvi's mouth down to her cunt. Judging by the way the Viking widow starts to moan and hump Randvi's face, Sigurd's wife is starting to come around… she's starting to break.
Leaning into his side and kissing him tenderly, Petra fingers herself as she watches him take Randvi on all fours from behind like some sort of animal. He fucks her and fucks her, and when he cums inside of his brother's wife a second time… he keeps on going even then. It's somewhere in the midst of their third go that he feels Randvi beginning to drive her hips back into his own. Her pussy walls continue to clench down around his cock, and her wanton moans can be heard from Tove's crotch, even muffled as they are.
Together, he and his two previous conquests break in the third. After filling Randvi with three thick loads of his spunk, Eivor does finally pull out of her and turn on Petra instead, fucking her next. This isn't just because he thinks Randvi is broken, however… it's to show her what she's missing out on. As he slams home into Petra's cunt as hard and as fast as he can, making the huntress moan wantonly in ecstasy, Randvi is forced to watch as Tove holds her to her chest, limbs wrapped around Randvi's body and pinning her in place.
When he finishes with Petra and moves back over to where Tove is whispering into Randvi's ear, he gets to watch as his brother's wife flushes and turns her head away… but this time, as she does so she reaches down and splays her lower lips apart for him, showing off her already cum-filled cunt for him to fuck yet again.
He does so, forcing Randvi to look back at him so he can kiss her hungrily as he takes her a fourth time. She moans into his mouth, her defiance fading by the moment, and the pleasure growing to be too much for her to handle. Her eyes roll back in her head, her tongue writhes mindlessly against his, and after he cums inside of her a fourth time and then pulls out to give Tove her turn, Randvi lets out a pitiful whimpering whine as if she desperately wants another turn.
She gets it, eventually. Once she's properly broken and all but begging for it, Eivor gives his three women equal attention. Randvi might be the newest among them, but that doesn't mean she gets special treatment besides the initial encounter. Once she's as addicted to his cock as Tove and Petra, he makes her wait her turn, leaving her all the more wanton and needy when he finally gets back to her.
Her mind has shattered, Eivor will come to realize. She will never be the advisor she once was… but she just might make a good mother, what with the child he's sure to have pumped into her womb. More importantly, her voice of dissent within Ravensthorpe is silenced, and Eivor's rule goes on unchallenged as he works hard to make the settlement better, to make it thrive in every possible way.
It's what his brother would have wanted, and in Sigurd's memory, Eivor does all he can… both for the man's wife, and for the man's vision of the village they started together.
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As the morning sun alights through the window and onto his face, Eivor awakens, both to that beams of light across his upper half… and to the mouths, working away at his lower. Smiling, Eivor looks down to see Tove, Randvi, and Petra all slurping along his shaft. His women, his conquests, his concubines… each and every one looks up at him hopefully, each eager to be the first impaled on his cock.
It's been years since he had to take over Ravensthorpe in his brother's name. He's now ruled the settlement for easily ten times as long as Sigurd did. Randvi has been his woman for about as long as she was Sigurd's wife, as well.
In the time since, the three beautiful women he's kept by his side have all given him many sons and daughters, baring him multiple children apiece. Even now, naked as they are between his legs, each has a pregnant belly of differing size, though all of them are within one to three months of each other. They look good, pregnant and barefoot, taking care of his home while he takes care of Ravensthorpe.
Ravensthorpe itself has never been better, positively thriving under Eivor's rule. Thanks to him, the clan is alive and well. Thanks to him, Randvi has found new purpose with her sisters… at his feet. Smiling, Eivor reaches out and runs a hand through each of their hair, before eventually grabbing hold of Randvi's and guiding her down his length. Tove and Petra regulate themselves to his balls, and he throws his head back and groans happily.
Life is good. They've made the best out of a bad situation, and sometimes in a world as harsh as theirs, that's all you can truly hope for.
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