telling northern stories

It was a bit of a moot point, in all honesty, considering the state of her right now. The blonde’s clothes in tatters or otherwise soaked, to the point where they were utterly useless for much of anything. The fancy push up bra she’d had on like she needed it right? disheveled for the most part, enormous breasts of hers having already spilled out of it and then some. And he’d feel the swell of them pressing against him as he pulled her closer, cupping her ass as he began to dress her.  She could barely do much but whimper and tremble in need as he stripped her down. Her pussy needing to be touched. To be filled. Her loins burning with need that Heather was clearly unfamiliar with. Hands grasped at his shoulders as she took a deep breath, slowly and reluctantly parting her thighs.  And if Bjorn couldn’t tell how needy the blonde’s bombshell body was before, he sure as hell could now.

Cassie sat up and took a slow breath as she tried to prepare herself for him to help get the shirt over her head. But he clearly knew what he was doing and pulled it op and over her head before slowly sliding it down off her arms so she didn’t have to lift them over her head. It was the next part that had her stomach twisting. HIs fingers brushed against her back and she took a slow breath. “I’m glad they’re okay. I didn’t want something to happen to them.” She said in a small voice as he released the clasp. It wasn’t like it had much material to it but the straps slid off her shoulders.

Her arm moved up to cover her chest and hold the material in place before she winced at the movement. Everything was going to be uncomfortable for a while but it was her own fault. “What do I need to do?”

“Yeah well, they aren’t the ones who need patching right now, are they?” Bash grumbled softly. He watched her try to cover up, thereby blocking him from doing wha the needed to do. “Gonna have to move if I’m gonna patch you up.” He gestured to her arm and the roll of bandage in her arm. He wanted to get her ribs stabilized then he could clean and dress the rest of her wounds and brush out the hair that surrounded her like a pile of wild brush on top of her pretty head. 

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The air was hot stifling really and she felt the sweat at her brow. She knew wherever she was going was not going to be good. What did good even mean anymore? After the pandemic and the loss of so many it was even more dangerous to be a female, more now that the criminals had all but taken over. At least with the corporations there was the facade of nicety and systems. Though many wondered if the criminals didn’t actually run it better.

Hiding during the day had become a daily task, getting caught was not an option, until she was. Not only was she a female of so few but she was one who had learned lots of secrets along the way about different people, and with her memory she kept it all in her head. She was dangerous because she knew of others weaknesses and it was what now found her in a sack and being disposed of.  Em didn’t know who took, or caught her, or where she was going but she was gagged, tied up, stripped and put in a sack. As if her fear of the dark and small spaces wasn’t bad enough she was tossed around like grain.

Her body had hit cold, hard ground not that long ago and she felt the air thinning, she needed out. Hearing a gruff voice she stilled at his words, shivering as the air hit her bare skin. Meeting what had to be the coldest eyes she had seen she shifted off her hip to face him better. Unable to respond with the gag she just stared at him. Wherever they were, she was fucked and she had no doubts about that. She had gone from overheating to freezing in seconds, but it was cold fear that lay on her skin.

“Welcome to my section of the Correction Farm. I’m Sullivan.” He murmured, almost good manners if he wasn’t clearly ogling her firm tits, displayed so prettily. He reached up and pulled the gag hard enough to get his blade behind it and then cut it off. He did the same with her wrists and then ankles. 

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Her eyes burned with fatigue, she just needed to make it to the motel and she could rest. It had started snowing and that made it even harder to see. It didn’t take her long to realize she was lost and going too far to the right she had gotten her tires stuck on ice. Cursing out she saw a vehicle approach but the moment the tall man stepped out she felt her heart race.

Three men in the car and the aura coming off of them was anything but safe. Swallowing past the lump in her throat she rolled down her window, car still running though she couldn’t go anywhere. When his hand came in and turned off the car she shivered under the touch. Glancing at her phone she saw there was no signal. Looking up when he spoke she doubted very much that everything would be okay.

Shaking slightly as he moved her hair she felt the cold air on the rest of her body as he opened the door. She didn’t want to get out of the car, she didn’t want to go with them, but there were three of them, how much fight could she give? Nodding slightly she slid her long legs out and pressed boots to snow, standing slowly. Forcing her head up she met his eyes, then looked at the one who caught her keys and the third man. Biting at her lip she said nothing, wondering if she could make a run for it, but she was lost in the car, she’d surely die if she ran. Wrapping her arms around herself she stood still, praying this was a dream she’d wake up from.

Bjorn was pleased with her obedience. She was lovely. Long limbs, a fall of pretty blonde hair and what appeared to be rather nice tits under her top. “That’s a good girl.” Bjorn praised lightly. “Now my brothers are going to take care of your car here, while you and me, we are going back to our cabin to get you all warmed up. Can’t have you freezing to death out here now can we?” The tone was almost friendly, almost calming, but the threat was implied. There was nowhere for her to go and running would lead to her inevitable capture or death, one or the other, and they actually cared far less about what option she chose that they ought to. 

Hannah could typically get away with not being bothered on her walks home. Most people saw her cane and let her pass by and frankly she had gotten used to be able to go from work to home and to go run errands without someone pulling her away. It was part of the reason she had moved out of the countryside in the first place. She’d gotten comfortable enough to forgo wearing nothing under her skirts as well despite it being frowned upon in case she was taken aside by someone in the city. What a mistake that was proving to be. 

As soon as she heard the voice behind her, she startled. There was no pretending to think he might be talking to someone else, not when she hadn’t heard a single person nearby for the past five minutes. There simply was no one else he could be speaking to. So, she stopped, pulling her cane up in front of her so she could use it to keep her balance. “Can I help you?” she asked, somewhat meekly in the hopes that maybe he needed something else. Although it was customary in the city it had been long enough that she was ill prepared. 

Heather all but melted into his touch as she found her body trembling and curling up into him, the blonde all but sobbing into his shoulder. The sensation, the need, the throbbing. It had all grown to be too much for her. Perhaps it wasn’t the case for women who were used to such things. Who weren’t so caught off guard. But she wouldn’t know for sure, would she?

Heather tried to focus on her breathing, on keeping her hips from outright bucking upward, on keeping the shaking from getting worse. She kept her thighs clasped together, desperately trying to gain some measure of friction in the hopes of alleviating whatever was happening to her.

Kat never knew that she would find somebody like Bjorn. A person that was totally and completely in love with her, that wasn’t afraid to show her true affection each and every day. She kisses him back, giggling against his soft lips. “Promise?” She murmurs. She was sure it’d be the same for her, There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t want him.

“I guess when you say it like that.. a big bear isn’t so bad,” she grins, body arching up at his kisses. She moans, nipples hardening form the way he licked and tugged at the sensitive buds. “You drive me crazy,” she whimpers. She rests her leg around his waist as he guides it there, knowing that he always would put her in a position that made them both feel good. There was never a time when she was with him that he didn’t put her pleasure first and foremost. “Bjorn… please,” she begs, feeling him tease along her slick folds.

His eyes met hers and he let her see the ferocity of him, of his love for her, in him. He played at being nice. A good man, which he mostly was, except for her. For her he would kill for, die for, live for...whatever she wanted. She was his queen and he was her knight, her soldier, hers in every way one person could belong to another. To anyone else these thoughts would feel melodramatic, overblown and slightly fictional. But for Bjorn, they were true. “I swear it.” he pledged quietly and kissed her again. 

Had he really accepted her? It would seem so. Or perhaps he was only satisfied hearing that she would stay with him to the bitter end, to meet her parents´, and very much so, his own expectations. Maybe Delilah would become his plaything, a slave impossible to break free and dealt to follow his every cruel whim. But whatever her fate, she would fulfill what was burdened upon her.

She opened the bedroom door for them, letting him step inside first, and softly closed it behind her. The room was ample and curiously decorated, but she found a liking in the artful ornaments, warm wood and the thick sheep carpets, so much she smiled at first before her focus returned to his growl. 

Its effect on her was strange. Ivar was behind her now and started undoing her dress and his demanding tone mixed to an intoxicating blend with his nimble fingers. A heat built between her thighs that didn´t extinguish no matter how tightly she pressed them together. She wanted to find his touch but wasn´t sure how.

“I do,” she whispered without even knowing the meaning, and turned around to face him once her gown was loose enough to glide to the floor. The fabric rustled down and pooled by her feet and shy hands covered what her mother once called her wife parts while her long red tresses fell down her torso like a sheer veil for her breasts and those pale rosy nipples.

Delilah was out of breath before more could happen. This excitement was nothing she had every learned about, but it was delicious.

When he stopped his horse and easily picked her up and tossed her on his shoulder, soft whines left her but she was too exhausted to even open her eyes. Once they were both on the horse she could feel her face press against his firm chest. If she had been awake she certainly would have refused to lay against his chest but she had no other choice, she was too weak.everything was dark and started to lose her senses of where she even was. When he palmed his hand against her breast she didn’t even feel it. Who knew how long it would take to travel to the next destination.

Cian could see the man relax as he looked around and he smiled, looking around too. “I’m glad you like it. I-” He was cut off by Ivar pulling him in closer by the nape of his neck and Cian felt his knees nearly give out from underneath him. A soft and needy whimper left his lips when Ivar ghosted his lips over his. It wasn’t enough. A warm rush of pleasure washed over him, and he knew that his heat was close. He’d probably start within the next day or two. But if Ivar was here… he might even start today. He was still clear headed enough to look up at Ivar as he spoke. His breath hitched slightly and he nodded, taking Ivars hand to lead him to the bedroom. Once inside, Cian took in a deep breath before sliding his closet door open, revealing the nest of blankets and pillows, a few stuffed animals, and a few clothes that he had sweated in. Once that door was open, his scent wafted around the room, undeniably Cian. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I uh… I tend to like smaller spaces when I’m alone during heats.” He looked at Ivar for a moment before moving to stand in front of him again. He took in a deep breath and moved his hair, tilting his head to the side to bare his throat for the Alpha in front of him. “I haven’t felt this drawn to someone either. And… I know it’s not just due to my heat. I uh… I want it to be you, Alpha.” He slowly sank to his knees in a further show of submission, and he looked up at the man. “If you would have me, Alpha… I want to be yours.”