Thread: Ambitions from a stranger [Andronic x Lagertha]

He was mocking her was he not? Though, the closer she looked at his face she could see the scar. Small, but from a ways a way he always seemed taunting with a soft smile. Oydis was outraged when he stepped back, his arms longer than her legs could reach to kick him. A yelp sounded from her lips, surprise surging her as he slammed her face down into the wooden ground. Spinning. The room span as she tried to lift up her head, his words ringing in her ears. She had been squirming to find some way to get back up, only to be forced down again. A growl sounded from her lungs. Irritation. A sting of pain surged in her face, liquid rolling, dripping out of her nose. Despite this, Oydis only seemed angered, and she could feel the weight of being smaller than someone. Had her father Orm still been alive and able, it was times like this he would save her. Knowing full well she was unlike normal viking women. Her head was down, forced down in such a manner she could barely move it or see anything. The sound of a neck cracking, a weapon leaving it's sheath made her slightly uneasy. Yet, she was not frightened as he spoke. Feeling of the blade hit her through cloth, as though he was tracing her to get a better grasp of how she appeared. Her head was still spinning by the time his man grasped her arms, pulling them from under her. She could feel her ass raise and pulled back to no avail. It was then the air hit her exposed skin. The cloth of the dress hanging on only by the top portion. She twisted, her lips and ass exposed to a stranger, in front of strangers. This might have been normal for the other women in the village, and she had seen them like this time and time again. Yet, by the smack of his hand on her ass making it bounce and her yip in surprise, she had never wanted to be in such a position. Oydis growled like a ferocious animal to his words. Though, as her lips opened to protest, he spanked her again making her cry out in surprise. Again, again, the flesh turned red and stung. The pain bounced between her face and her red ass that tensed up, her legs closing together as if it might help her. Thud. Thud. Her heart was racing, her breathing heavy. Was this fear? Oydis had faced death, twice, or more, yet she had never had this feeling. Yet, here, she was almost shaking as he leaned over her. His breath hitting the back of her neck blowing some of her hair away. The knife cut, easily slicing through her cheap dress to expose her pale shoulders. He was silent, and in these moments - for some reason- Oydis feared this man's thoughts. She was on her back, easily. As though she was a piece of furniture that was easy for them to move around. Her head hit the ground, eyes closing and opening to look at the ceiling, mixed with three men's face mocking her. Blood dripped down her nose to her lips, and part of the right side of her face was red. The fabric had been caught under her as she was flipped over, tearing with what little material it had left to hold it together. Her breasts, large, pale, small pink nipples hit the night sky. Her ass now rested against the ground, in it seemed like a pool of blood. After all, this man was still drenched in blood, a bloody hand left on her throat. Oydis grasped herself when the comment came on her tits. They rose and fell with her breath, but it only shallowed when his pants were removed. A gulp as she saw the massive organ dripping, ready to force itself inside of her. Her legs were apart, forced open, and Oydis tried to squirm away from the thing. She knew where he would put it, why he would put it there. Yet, this frightened her. Yes, frightened. For the first time in her life...Oydis felt defenseless, vulnerable, and fearful. Stop! She cried when he came down on a knee. His hand was the thing that touched her, teasing her body expertly. No doubt he had done this a million times. She closed her legs, bringing the knees together to try to squeeze his hand out, but her body responded. Oydis had tried before, with one guy, but after hours of getting no where and feeling nothing she had stabbed his hand and walked away. This...was different. Her body, though it took some time, responded effortlessly to his hand. Why? Oydis did not know. His words taunting her as he teased her, both in words, and feelings. She kicked her legs, but she could feel it, the soft release of liquids to coat her snatch before his fingers slide into her. It stretched, not touched like this before, aching as he fingered her. Yet Oydis was twisting, shaking at the odd sensation, more wetness leaked out, coating her as she grimace. No! By Odin's mercy no! She found his leg it seemed, kicking it as she twisted, unable to go anywhere and do anything but close her eyes.