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Run!
Was all that she was thinking, she needed to run and to get away. There wasn’t anything else to do, but to get away. The only problem was that she don’t know where to go.
She ran up the stairs of the tower that she was in, which proved to be a big mistake.
She was trapped, as she ended up in what looked like a small torture room, with a wooden blooded up rack. A small gasp escaped her mouth.
Turning around to leave, the man chasing her had finally caught to her, grabbing her roughly by the throat with his strong, black leather gloved hand, and forcefully shoving her against the wall. His face stern with the slight hint of a smile as he knew that he had her, right where he wanted her.
Then even as she thrashed around and crawled at his exposed arms, he still took off what little clothing she had on. Ripping and shredding it with his free hand. He was going to take what was his. Even if, it might against her well, and that is exactly what he planned to do.
Just as they had talked about days ago. Maybe it was months, but either way it was happening now, and Isran was enjoying every minute of it.
Isran was heading outside to see if Freeya had left yet for her mission that Gunmar had sent her on. Something about needing to find more iron or whatever. That wasn’t the point of his search for her.
“Gods, this is going to fuck with her,” he thought with a devilish smile, as he saw her. Freeya was a 5’6”, thick thigh, curvy, long raven hair, and a Nord woman with a nice set of breast and just as nice of an ass, she also had those soulful brown eyes that showed every emotion.
Isran didn't particularly about looks. Howverr, Freeya was indeed a looker. But she also had her smarts and wits about her too. That was only thing that matter really to him, that and, she wasn’t a bloodsucking vampire.
Their relationship was as some would say a complicated one. As Isran was the soul leader of the Dawnguard a group of vampire hunters can and has taken it toll, and sometimes one does need something to have an out, a way to release stress.
Freeya was just the woman to provide that for him, and she did it willingly. He loved her, and cared about her. Don’t get him wrong. However, he just don’t nor could he commit to someone. There was a mutual understanding between as Freeya wasn't looking for relationship. She had enough shit to worry. She'd always say.
Probably why he picked her, on top of everything else about her. Besides, who knows maybe once all the vampires are died and there are no more threats, then maybe he’ll commit himself to Freeya and make a family. A dream never to be reality.
As he approach her at the gate before she left, his booming voice calling out to her. Making her stop and slightly shiver as she looked to him. “Hey Freeya, come here before you go,” it was simple but that was all she needed to listen, and the thing is he knew that. He knew how to take command.
“Hey Isran, everything alright? Did Gunmar forget to add something about the mission? Or are you just here to kiss me goodbye?” she added the last part with a bit of her sassiness, and sight brattiness. Freeya smirked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
A soft, deep growl of a chuckle came out of Isran’s lips as he looked to Freeya, she knew just how to get to him, but he let that go for now. “Nah, he told you everything that you needed to know. I was just looking for you as I wanted to let you know that once you came back, I have something to talk to you about,” was all he said leaving no emotion on his face. Fuck, he was good at mind fucking, and being so brooding.
An eyebrow cocked as Freeya looked to Isran. “Oh, and just what is that?” her arms still firmly crossed over her chest, which had on a brown leather armor that belonged to the Thieves Guild in Riften, it suited Freeya if he had to be honest.
The armor to him was of no conquesence, so long as she kept on their side of the fight.
Looking down, Isran noticed her right foot slightly tapping in a soft bit of annoyance, as well as a look her face that stated she was curious about this later conversation.
Got her. Was all Isran thought as he shrugged his shoulder keeping his emotions indifferent “Come back alive and you’ll find out,” was all he said as he gently lowered her head to give her a kiss on the top of her head. Then, ruffling it up to annoy her.
Freeya knew how to fight and she foughdt well. So he had no doubt that she would be back alive, plus she was a determined lass.
At this, Freeya left in a playful huff as she walked out of the gate and away from Fort Dawnguard. Mumbling to herself that she’ll be back.
Later that night, Freeya came back to Isran in his room, he had in his tunic, leather pants, and that was it. He knew that she was standing there, as a small smirk came over his face.
“Good to see you back. Now please sit back so that I can start,” his eyes not leaving the paper in front of him, as he seat at his desk.
With a slight sideways glance, Freeya was about to sit on Isran’s bed but stood instead.
“If this is so that you can tell me things between are over, I’d prefer to stand, so that I can leave immediately after,” her voice slightly cracking at the end.
She was about to say something else, but Isran held up a hand, and in his deep, growl of a voice “Woman, just sit our ass down, this has nothing to do with us. Besides, if it did, I wouldn’t have offer the sit and told you where you stand. So now, if you'd please sit your ass down,” the last part was said with a bit more force.
Freeya bit her lower lip, as she slightly debated and hesitated but eventually seat down, she loved how commanding he was, and dominating. Not too many man knew how to be that.
Isran was different. He was both dominating and gentle. He knew when to be forceful and when to show a bit of compassion. But he still kept a lot of emotions hidden, and being a leader. You had to be able to do that at moment’s notice.
Freeya understood that in a lot of ways.
She had a lot to balance as well. Between things with the Dawnguard, Thieves Guild and whatever else she had going. It was draining, and demanding as fuck. So, him being her out was good enough for her.
“Alright Isran, so if that’s not what this is all about. Then what’s up?” Freeya asked as she sat down, her legs open as she entwined her hands in front of her, as she seat there and waited.
Isran, who was what they called a Redguard, stood at about 5’10”, had a clean shaved head, a nicely trimmed goatee, his body was muscular, well toned, his shoulders were board, and he was just inches from Freeya who was looking him over as she always did.
He was a good-looking man, plus that voice, Freeya was in a slight daydream and then Isran cleared his throat knocking her from her trance.
Then once he had repeated his idea, well more of a fantasy, he stood for a moment by the foot of the bed, he didn't directly ask for Freeya’s opinion but she knew well that that's what he was waiting for.
“Well, Isran if I am going to be honest. That is something I would like to try as well. So, I am all for the idea,”
A slight devilish smile went across Isran face as he stood up and head to the bed. “Good, I’m glad to hear, dear one,”
Then that night they stayed up late talking about it. Planning it out, creating words to use in case anything goes wrong.
However it wasn’t just that night, they had other nights like that. Sometimes before they fuck or made love, and somethings after. They wanted to make sure the other one knew what to do in case of any episodes happened or one of them went too far deep.
Now it was happening, Freeya don’t know when it was going to happened, because that is how she wanted it to help her making it feel more real for them both. But now, right now they were doing the fantasy.
Isran and her had planned something in advance. Not just the call words, and the like.
Freeya had a slight idea that it was happening, right now. As he stood in the foyer of the castle, Isran had on his off-white tunic, no belt, a pair of black leather pants, his boots, and a pair of black soften leather gloves.
Once she was back from a long mission, entering the castle, she didn’t hear the usual sounds of blacksmiths nor the usual chatter. They were alone, and he was walking to her with a purpose, that purpose was to take her, and take her hard. Which deep inside Freeya was excited for, but now was time to put on a show. Now was time to…
Run! Run away!
But she couldn’t, with Isran’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing in the right spot, making absolutely sure to avoid the windpipe. Using his muscular hips to keep her right where he wanted her. She absolutely wasn't going anywhere.
Freeya’s heart pumped fast in her chest as
adrenaline was going through her veins.
Even though, Isran had on gloves, he could feel her pulse, he wanted to know if she was feeling the adrenaline as much as he was.
He also kept eye contact with her and although she was frailing around with her arms and legs. He could tell that it was an act for him ,as he noticed the small line of a smile on the end of her lips.
He kept tearing at her clothes until she was in just her bra and underwear.
Then without thinking, Freeya huck the biggest spit ball she could summoned up, right in Isran’s face, it landed just below his eye. The look in his face was that of pure anger, and from the corner of her eyes. Freeya show his fist, and it looked like…
In a panic voice, Freeya screamed out, “Red!” their agreed upon method to let each other know that things needed to stop, or yellow to slow down, and green to go back or continue. It was colors that they associated with their lives, red for Redguard, yellow for a flower that Freeya found and decided to show Isran because of how unique it was, and green for well grass.
Isran immediately stopped, his face showing his concerned, he wasn’t sure what had caused that so he asked “Was I squeezing to hard? If I was am sorry. I don’t mean to get carried away, dear one,”
Freeya shook her head, as she looked down to the ground “No, no it wasn’t that. I was actually really liking that to be honest. It’s just that…,” she stopped herself as she looked up briefly over hooded eyes, seeing the confusing look on Isran and the unasked of what was it then. As she started to ramble “I am sorry, Isran I got carried away. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m,” before she continued Isran lifted Freeya’s face to his, with his strong but gently hand, so that she look into his eyes and him into her. Freeya tried not to but she was putty in his hand, always was when he did that.
“Slow down, love. What is that you think you did that was so terrible?” he cocked his head to the side as he let his concern show through. Sometime he only did around Freeya. The wet spot on his cheek still there.
With a deep breath, Freeya looked to him with her soulful brown eyes, as she bit her lower lip “I spat at you, Isran. I did it without thinking. It wasn’t something that we talked about. I just thought it would make things more real, and then I saw your fist. I panicked. I’m so sorry, Isran. Please know that,”
A soft, deep vibrate of a chuckle came out of his soft, full lips. Stopping any further rumbling from her. Gods, he knew her too well. “Freeya, that was fine. I would never hurt you in any way that you don’t want. I know better than to punch you, dear one. Also, not to be blunt but what the fuck did you except my reaction to be?” he gently kissed her lips to stop her from answering. “That was rhetorical by the way. Look I am sorry for that. But that was fine, really? Now let’s stop for a bit and you let me know when it’s okay to continue. Oh okay, dear one?”
“Yes, Alpha,” was all she said as she looked up to him, her eyes letting him know she was going to be okay, but the breather was definitely needed.
He smiled back to her as he gently kissed her forehead, and nodded his head as he back away slowly. Not going to far but, far enough to give her space.
After a minute or two, Freeya looked up to Isran and in a confidence tone the word green came out. It was back on. But this time, Isran was the one to spat back at her, and then as they talked about him doing slapping her face. It wasn’t too hard but it wasn’t too soft. There was a slight add sting from the leather but also a slight add softness. An interesting combination.
Then with that, Isran picked up Freeya with ease. She wasn’t a small Nord woman. It just that not too many men that she’s bedded could accomplish this fit.
Even with Isran strength being shown, she still tried to get free from his grip. Thinking that with all her own strength she would be able to without a problem, out man him as it were. That wasn’t the case, Isran was definitely stronger than Freeya thought.
But for the sake of the scene, she still put up a fight, as he carried her almost naked body down the steps of the tower.
Her brain wondering where he was taking her. To the blacksmithing area, her own sleeping quarters, the kitchen maybe, or out in the open like in the foyer.
She wasn’t sure and if she was honest that what’s got her going. It was turning her on not to know where he was going to take her, and then well fuck her.
That was something he had discussed with her as well. She had told him not to tell the where or when. She wanted those parts to be as spontaneous as possible.
But as with life not everything can be planned, that why things are set in places. Like call words, and the like. They talked in length about this. Covering everything as much as possible. You can't just do something like this without a plan and talking about it at length. Even if you have to do ove and over again. Please do that. It is better to over plan than under.
Then, Freeya was set on her feet once again. At first, seeeing him as the man that she loved and cared for. The one that allowed her to be his relief, to let her see sides to him that no one got to see, to be his shoulder and his ear, hell she was literally going to war for him.
Tonight, now all she saw him as was the man that was going to overtake her, and take what he wanted by force. Something that he needed to do, it couldn’t be explain and that was okay by Freeya because something things like this don't need to be. Also because, she couldn’t explain why she wanted it. It was just something they both understood the other one wanted.
With his gloved hand, Isran fastly and roughly turned Freeya around to where her ass was pressed against his groin. She could feel his hard, thick cock as he playfully grinded it on her. Causing her to try to stifle a moan, as she bit her lip.
A soft chuckle amused his lips, as he quickly took off one of his gloves, roughly opening her legs as he swiftly took off her underwear, but at the same time took two fingers to her sex and swipe at her entrance feeling her wetness, and wet she indeed was. She was soaking. Not speaking a word of it.
Even as Freeya was turned around, she still protested. Thrashing as he did so, a bit more as she felt his fingers at her entrance. Her voice of protest falling on deaf ears.
After, he felt her wetness. A deep devilish, genuine smile crept on Isran face. He knew that she was enjoying this.
But to feel the evidence of just how much she was. Made him all the more harder and more eager to continue. Even as she protested and thrashed around. He could feel the smile on her face. As he was sure that Freeya could feel his.
Just then, the same bare rough hand that took off her underwear did the same to her bra. Ripping it clear off of her body. Then, rough grabbed at her breast, causing her to arch her body as she hissed in pain but also pleasure. A confused look quickly came to Freeya face as she wondered why Isran’s finger tips were slightly wet, then a soft blush came across her face as she realized why. His fingers had been covered in her desire and they were covered in his saliva.
Before taking, off her bra. Isran had licked his finger of Freeya’s sweet nectar of the Gods. He had tasted her before and there was no way he was going to let this go to waste.
With this realization, Freeya had let a small shiver take over her body as well as a soft moan. But after that, it was back to the protesting as she felt Isran take his hand from her breast to her hair. Letting his hand, get tangled in the long strands of her raven black hair. Taking that hand, wrapping it up in the lovely mess of hair, and then gently but roughly tugging it.
As he had her hair in his hand, he turned her face, then abruptly placing it on the table of the dining room, her left cheek on the rough wood of the table. Forcing her body to be bent over the table. Her legs had closed that this point.
Then, she felt his gloved hand at her inner thigh, gripping it, and harshly, violently forcing her legs open.
Freeya tried not to moan, but this show of strength and force was making her even more wet as he would soon know. If he didn't already know.
Spreading Freeya’s leg as wide as he could, but let's her still be in a comfortable position. Isran placed his knees at her thighs to keep them open, grabbing at the zipper to his leather with his free hand, keeping the other in her hair.
Isran made sure to keep his pants on, as that was something they decided to keep this to feel more real. So, pulling out his cock from the opening he created, as Freeya protested.
But before he continued, he moved his arm so that he could look into her eyes. He wanted to see without asking if she was okay for him to continued. As yes, he was concerned but he wanted to keep up the act. Plus, he knew Freeya would be get the hint without asking.
As things, slowed down a bit Freeya wondered why, so she looked up at Isran from the angle that he had her. She looked into his eyes and knew that without asking he was checking to see if she was okay to continue. With a soft nod of a yes, and a thumbs up. He knew she was good.
At the nod and thumbs up, Isran gave a nod of his own. At their silent understanding, he took his cock and with as much force as he could muster, he rammed his cock into her soaking wetness.
However, at this feeling of his cock inside her. Freeya tried not to gasp or moan as she normally would. She wanted to keep up the illusion for Isran, she started to scream out. “Please, no stop! Don’t do this,”
But just as before, it was all falling on deaf ears, as another deep, devilish smile came over Isran face. He groaned, moaned, as he kept her head where he wanted it. His other hand gripping roughly at her hips as he kept going harder and faster with the thrusting. His cock gliding in and out easily even as she protested, driving him to keep going.
To up the act as he then bent down to her ear, in a harsh deep growl of a voice. One, he hadn’t used on her.
“You are mine, now cunt. Take all of my cock!”
Take it, Freeya did, but still she protested to the roughness, the deepness of his cock. As he kept going harder, faster , and deeper but it wasn’t for her benefit. It was just so that he could get off. He didn’t care of her comfort, as he kept her face on the table. He only cared of taking her over and over and over again. Pounding into her as she kept the act. Isran smiled as he was enjoying this and could tell so was Freeya. Even as she protested once in a while a small moan would escape. Her wetness getting more and more announced.
Causing Isran to go harder and faster more. Wanting to give a big show, as his cock was starting to fill more and more. Throbbing more as well, he was close to cumming, and there was no stopping it. Not that he didn’t want it to. Part of him, wanted to make sure that Freeya was close as well. But to do so would make it not feel real to them. So, he didn’t ask, thinking to himself that if she didn’t he make it up to her later.
Freeya could feel Isran was close to cumming, his cock was throbbing inside her so much, making her sex tightly wrap around, milking it to help it cum.
She didn’t say so but she was close to cumming as well, she didn’t say so because she didn’t want to break the illusion, plus she was enjoying the feeling of being taken and used.
Then Freeya could feel Isran's cock start to twitch inside of her, he was going to cum and even sooner than before. “Oh please, don’t do it. Anything but that!”
As those words escaped Freeya mouth, Isran knew what she was talking, but before he cum, he growled at her once more saying “I’m going to fill you with my seed, marking you as mine. Don’t you fucking forgot your mine, now,” with that he thrusted as hard and deep as he could inside her so that he came deep inside her womb. Scream out as he did.
With those words ringing in her ears, and Isran seed filling her up. Freeya screamed as she cum so hard. Harder than she had in her life. Her breath short, as her body slightly shivered and twitched. Her own cum, flowing out and down Isran’s cock.
Once Isran and Freeya stopped cumming and twitching, he grabbed up Freeya into his arms, and let them both sink into the floor. Before getting comfortable, he had taken off his tunic, placing it gods know where, letting be there as much skin on skin touching as that was what Freeya had requested, her hand on his bare chest. For this was her aftercare.
As they sat on the floor of the dining room, Isran soothed over her hair, and gently rocked her a bit while giving word of endearment and praise.
Then after a bit, as he wanted to make sure she was okay, he took the small hands that had been laying on his muscular bare chest, and placed into his as he surveyed her face for any sign of bruising or cuts.
A small smile came over Freeya’s face as she saw the look of overly concern, and protectiveness of Isran. “I’m fine, my love and my Alpha,”
The tone of her voice and the words made him aware that she was indeed okay. After a bit, carrying her “princess style” as he took her to his room, and laid her gently on his bed so that she was facing him. He got in the bed, placing Freeya's body to his side, her head in the crock of his neck and chest, his nose in her hair, and then Freeya was deeply sleeping.
Isran was really starting to wonder if maybe he could be committed to this woman, that maybe he could be both the leader of the Dawnguard and a husband. But as soon as that thought came, he dismissed it and fall asleep. This wasn't the time, there never will be.