Fate Rebellion

1064 — Nidaros, Norway 

It had been seven busy years since Rurik reunited with Eilin. By now, Eilin, who had somehow been born a few years before Rurik, was already eighteen, while Rurik had recently turned sixteen. 

During these seven years, Rurik unleashed the full potential of his future knowledge and experience. After getting Eilin back and talking with Luna, however briefly, his entire perspective had turned around. 

Suddenly, Luna wasn't dead but merely waiting for him. 

Suddenly, he had someone to talk to about all this. 

He no longer had time to be wallowing in grief, because he had to prepare for the day his father sailed for England. He didn't know what would happen, but he knew there was a chance he wouldn't return to Norway… and he wanted to make sure his mother and sisters were safe. 

Even now, his view on them remained a little complicated. He definitely cared for them, but love was a complicated subject. He'd only ever loved Luna, and always believed she would remain the only one, but now, here he was, with an entire family. 

In the end, however, he decided simply not to think about it too much. He cared for them, so he would wish them well, helping them whenever he could, but otherwise remain distant. 

Maria, on the other hand, was a slightly different story. Their adventure in the woods, combined with his determination to turn Maria into a warrior, had allowed them to grow ever closer. At this point, Rurik could no longer deny he considered her a little sister, and loved her like one. 

Regardless, to ensure their safety after he left, he'd used his experience in garnering loyalty to build a hidden faction, of sorts. It couldn't really be called a criminal or spy network, but it was essentially a group of people loyal to him, first and foremost. 

With clever manoeuvring, and occasionally abusing Eilin's so-called Valkyrie status, he fostered people who either felt indebted to him, were afraid of him, or were being blackmailed by him. 

And this was all before even turning sixteen, the age where his ability awakened, and the negative consequences began. 

Just as in his past life, this was the age where his lust became inflamed to unnatural levels. Fortunately, he knew what to expect now. 

Just as Eilin wanted, she became his first target. Fulfilling her request, he lost the virginity of his new body to his ginger-haired devotee, taking hers in the process. She not only became happier, but also even more devoted to him afterwards. 

Then came the next step. With his ability awakened, he started marking both men and women, in and around his father's royal compound. Unfortunately, the number of people he could mark was limited, but he had a good twenty marks on others before reaching the limit. 

He used those marks to both suppress the men's lust, and increase that of the women, as well as directing it towards him. Naturally, this managed to create a situation he could exploit… 

* * * 

In a quiet corner of the royal compound, behind an empty cottage, muffled moans echoed. Three people were there. At a corner of the cottage, Eilin stood guard, twirling a knife in her hand, indifferent to what was happening behind her. 

She'd grown from a pretty child into beautiful woman. Her fiery red hair and freckles gave her a combination of cute and sexy that was particularly devastating. Her curves were modest, but still obvious beneath the leather and furs of her clothing. On her back she carried a round shield and short spear. 

Behind her, Rurik was pressing a mature woman against the cottage walls, forcing her hands above her head, as his large cock pumped her pussy rapidly. 

"Ah— Ah— Ah— Ru— Rurik, I— I— Aaaah!" 

Rurik snorted, and grabbed her throat, choking her slightly as he brought his mouth to her ear. "Focus, Ingrid! You were telling me about the girl your husband kidnapped. You do want to cum, don't you?" 

Although his mark couldn't exactly lock a woman's orgasm, it could disturb her lust enough that it was functionally the same thing, so long as he kept a close eye on it and managed it manually. 

"Ah— Ah— I— do—! He— He's not touched mhhhmmeeee… in s— sooo longg, I—" 

But Rurik interrupted her by tightening his grip. "I didn't ask to hear your reasons for coming to me again, Ingrid," he growled threateningly. "Tell me what I want to know, or I leave you here unsatisfied." 

He knew why her husband didn't touch her anymore, of course. He'd marked that man as well, and subtly lowered his desires, as Rurik had done with many other influential men. 

"P— Please, I—" she moaned as her desperation increased. She'd been building to an orgasm several times now, but any time she was almost there, it would suddenly recede again. She didn't know how he was doing it, just that she needed him to stop! "H— He'll kill me!" 

But Rurik scoffed indifferently, his hips never stopping as they carved the memory of his cock into her folds. "Surely you remember who I am? First of all, he'll never find out, but even if he does, come to me, and I'll protect you." 

He didn't lie to her—Rurik always kept his word. That said, it was entirely possible her husband would kill her before she could get to him, but he wasn't overly bothered by that. He wouldn't let the possible death of a functional stranger stand in the way of his plans. 

Yet, Ingrid didn't think that far ahead. She wanted to cum, and his promise of protection was enough to override the last of her caution. "A— Alright—! I'll— ah— hnn— T— Tell you!" 

What followed was a barely coherent, but grim story about her husband kidnapping some young, pretty girl, who was now locked in their home and forced to endure the man's desires. Of course, this happened a little while ago, before Rurik started lowering the man's lust. When it was over, Rurik finally gave her the release she'd been craving. 

"Good girl," he growled, and unleashed a torrent of spunk in her womb. At the same time, he covered the woman's mouth, as she experienced a mind-shattering orgasm. 

Having gotten what he wanted, he let her sag to the ground, rolling his shoulders to get rid of some stiffness—his left arm still bothered him occasionally. When his cock flopped out of her cunt, he turned around to Eilin, "Eilin, did you want to…?" 

Instantly, the young woman turned around with a wide grin and left her guard post. With no hesitation, she kneeled in front of him, swallowed his entire cock in one go, forcing her throat to bulge. Then, without breaking eye contact with him, she slowly pulled back, cleaning it of any remaining fluids. 

"I'm still surprised you like that so much…" he muttered as her service made him groan a little. 

It took her only a few seconds to finish before she stood up again, licking her lips and looking at him mischievously. "I like the taste!" 

Erik rolled his eyes as he started putting on his clothes. "I'll take your word for it." 

Afterwards, they quickly straightened the slightly delirious Ingrid's clothes—couldn't have her freeze to death before she recovered, after all. When done, they casually left the scene of the crime.