Thread: The Warrior's Claim (Rivine & darkangel76)

Arnarr looked down upon the woman he had chosen as his share of the loot, the woman, he was beginning to realize, that he was not about to sell. She was trembling, why he was unsure, for it could be a myriad of things she could still be cold, frightened or... excited. In his heart he found himself hoping it was the latter, wanting her very much to be yearning for him. For some reason this frail woman had inspired desires in him that even the most buxom of whores had never been able too. He wanted her, more then anything he wanted her. He waited for her answer, knowing that, unlike many men, if she said no to him he would not be able to have her. He had never liked men who had to resort to rape, and he found that having a woman willfully submit to him made him fee more in control, more powerful, then if she had not. For, if she submitted to him, he was not simply taking her body, but her will. Submission, that was what he wanted from Tiernan, to have her give herself to him wholly and unreservedly. But his answer came not with words. He felt her fingers against his cheek, her body pressing closer to his, arching, a noise full of need issuing forth from her soft lips. She did not have to say anything, not after that. Arnarr knew she wanted him. Arnarr, I He arched an eyebrow as she cut herself off, pulling her closer still, his hand squeezing her smooth ass. Yes, Arnarr Im yours At those words a smile spread across the warrior's lips. It should not have mattered, that is what others would tell him. She was his slave, his property, and should do what he willed. But this made it so much more... intense. His heart was hammering in his chest, his desire growing for her with each passing second. He found himself leaning close, his lips brushing against her neck, the light kisses soon followed by light nibbles along her soft flesh. He was going to keep her, no matter what, prevent any harm from coming to her. She was his, and he wanted the entire world to know it. I Im yours Arnarr. At those Arnarr growled happily at those words, his tongue flicking against her neck. He had never felt so aroused, so full of need for a woman. He did not know how, or why, but this woman elicited such a heat from within him that he felt like he would burn up if the need for her was not satisfied. But, Im scared, Arnarr. I Ive never done this before. And right now, with you, I want this. Please, teach me. At those words Arnarr shifted so he could look into her eyes once more. He smiled, his thumb caressing her cheek once more. I will teach you my Tiernan, he said softly, then leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers in a heated kiss. As he kissed her the hand on her cheek slopped down her side and then moved to his undergarments. With a quick tug he loosened the last barrier between them. Armarr tugged at them as he rolled her slowly onto her back, pulling them away, removing the last vestige of decency. Gently he opened her legs, pressing his hardened manhood to her, rubbing himself against her aroused sex as he continued to kiss her. She was his, but that was not enough for him, not yet. Arnarr wanted her to need him, to beg for him, to give herself to him in wanton need.