The Art of Persuasion

Fahmeen's POV:

"I feel as if there are many missing pieces."

I am speaking to myself. In the middle of the woods. It is much colder and darker than home. I mean, my first home. This is home now. I don't feel contentment as I look around me. Lungs expelling my warmth and I see my breath. My fingers twitch against the wood of my bow. The North is a hard place. The summer is not too far away but I am not looking forward to those long days or the short nights. Suddenly I realise how blue my mood has gotten and I shake my head out of it. I want to feel excited again, about what is in my life right now... and also what can be in the future. Imagining what may be growing inside of me lightens my mood. I walk out of the woods and am greeted by the sight of the community.

"Oh Sycamore!"

I grab her little hand as she just passes by me. I ask her to point me to the best fishmonger she knows and make my way to him. If everything that had happened on that magical island was real, then me and Rolf will have to seriously consider a child in the near future. What preparations do we make? What can I accomplish before then that I may not get the chance for afterwards?

We could have a nice dinner and discuss this evening. I want to cook for him. As much as I love eating from the cook's hands, I do miss the freedom of putting something together on my own.

Later in the evening

The bread smelled incredible! I was fixing my reflection in the mirror, rubbing my lips so they appear soft and rosy. I untie my hair and ruffle it a little, maybe he can be reminded of the girl in Poseidon's Drop. I even went to the trouble of adding kohl to line of my eyes. As we were in private, harsher than I anticipated I pulled down the neckline of my dress. Heat rushed through my body as I looked at myself in a way I hadn't in quite some time. I end up tearing down a more revealing neckline... only when is he coming home?

A knock on the door.

Hmm. Why would he knock?

I open the door and there stands not only my husband, but Loki, Sigurd and a couple other men. Oh no. My eyes dart to Rolf's, who stands besides Loki. He looks shocked for a second, but recovers as he clears his throat and turns to face his entourage.

"We should go." I hear Loki mutter.

"Another time." Rolf dismisses them. I could feel the embarrassment on my cheeks. Just when I was about to retreat carefully, Rolf stands in front of me and closes our door.

"I'm sorry I was late." He whispers and leans his face down to kiss me. It was slow but it got everything pulsating. I responded by leaning in and my body was growing far too hot. He separates his lips from mine to glance down at my cleavage.

"Very sorry." He groans, leaning down once again to kiss me.

"Wait." I pull away.

"I made dinner." My hand pushing him back at the chest. This makes him pause and take in a deep breath. His eyes smile at me once he can smell it.

"Good that I am hungry." I can't miss the filthy promise in the way that he said that. But I didn't want to get distracted from my objective tonight. It was about spending time together, but why not kill two birds with one stone and discuss the possibility of visiting Covas.

I watch him throw some berries into his mouth, his body was leaning back watching the fireplace. Rolf glances at my bow.

"How are the children's progress?"

I consider his question.

"Children learn very fast don't they? Before you know it, they're no longing holding your hand. Sy will become a woman in a couple of years and I do worry about her."

Rolf responds by sitting up, looking at me with confusion and concern.

"It's just that there is no guardian of hers that will always look out for her best interests. I won't always be he-

"Fahmeen?"

I was nervous thinking of many things. It's true, once I leave for Covas again, I couldn't be reassured of Sy's well-being.

"Why don't you tell me the real problem since you know an orphan like Sycamore shall always be safe at her home."

His plate was pushed away yet his posture stayed relaxed. Rolf was good at that.

"I think I need to go back."

For almost a minute he didn't say anything. Instead he challenged me by staring back. Maybe he thought I'd back down or change my mind.

"Oko has not yet been located. Even your father thinks it's best that you stay in the North. As do I, your husband." He turns to the fire again.

"Your king."

When he reminds me of his power, it works. Usually I can't fight it, but this is bigger than another one of his tantrums.

"I think it's best that I go home and figure some things-

"Home?"

Any warmth has left his stare. A bitter laugh pushes out of him.

"You still don't see this as your home. Your safety. You don't see me to protect you." Again that laugh and I cringe since it gives me such discomfort. Rolf is usually always straight forward. He's overreacting.

I go to stand but he grabs my arm.

"There is no wycha in your body, let go of my hand."

Rolf looks dumbfounded and for a second, seems as if he'd let go.

"I won't tolerate this attitude." He speaks clear and is obviously rattled. Rolf stands to his full height, and I pull from his grip which only earns me a tight yank towards his chest.

"You think wycha would make me do this." The free hand tears off the rest of my dress. Damn it, not again. He won't distract me from this with sex.

"No Rolf." I step back, my hand still in his. His grip loosens and he is breathing hard. Both horny and angry, something I can try and control.

"What if you came back with me? I'll be safe." I cover up my breasts with one hand and Rolf is calming down. He doesn't even look there but gives me his full attention. I hope he wouldn't look even further since he'd see my obvious desire for him, dripping down my thighs.

"You're not gonna let this go are you?" He pulls me gently to him this time. I can't help this pull anymore and neither of us want a fight.

"No." I whisper, reaching up for his lips. I love how his eyes flutter shut as I do, that I can still affect him as much as he does me.

"Thank you." Instead of his mouth, I kiss between his collarbones.

"My king."

"Fuck." He groans.

"On your knees now." I can almost hear the rush of blood to his cock, that hunger in his eyes only more intense as he urges me down by the shoulder till my knees meet soft fur. I know what to do and how to treat a king so I get to work. My perception of control was false. Rolf fists my hair and near enough takes my mouth as hard as my pussy. When I go to push him back, he pulls his cock out of my drooling mouth and pulls me up. His hand is around my throat, keeping my mouth tight against his in a fierce kiss. His fingers find my wetness and he moans into my mouth, immediately fucking me with only his hand. I moan his name, almost succumbing right there but he somehow gets me on all fours on that soft rug and enters me from the back. We both moan freely, and he takes both my arms back, forcing my face on the rug. I can but stare into the fire as he fucks me hard, regardless of my wetness I was still wincing at the sensitivity of the force of his cock. Wet kisses appear on my shoulder blades and sucking and tugging of skin. His hands leave my arms and nails dig into my thighs.

"R-Rolf!"

He doesn't respond but continues fucking.

"We leave to...

I gasp at the change in depth, his hands creep to my breasts, pinching my nipples. Before I cum.... before I cum.

"We leave tomorrow!"

I muffle my scream into the rug and he immediately stops, an arrogant laugh as he begins massaging my breasts. I feel an excess of my wetness suddenly spraying out of me.

"Fine."

He flips me onto my back and I feel the wetness against my ass.

"I-I-

"You did." He smirks and looks at the mess I made. He rests his arms either side of my head and kisses me as I recover.

"You persuaded me." He whispers. His cock just slides back in.