In the cold and untamed lands of the north, where the bitter wind swept the hills and the sea roared like a wild beast, lived Alaric, a Barbarian Warrior Duke who participated in many battles and thus earned the title of Alaric, “The Monster” He was a Duke appointed by the King to protect the county of Oldland. Attacks from the enemy kingdom were constant. The Duke, once a sensitive and fair man, hardened his heart after falling into an enemy ambush, set up by a woman he loved.
His eyes, once gentle, now shone with ferocity and a beautiful woman for him became a sign of vulnerability and betrayal. In this way, he became a bitter, fierce and rude man with everyone, especially the most beautiful women. His objective in the territory that belonged to him was clear: to pacify the region at any cost.
His subjects feared him and he spared no effort to make them fear him more and more. One day, he received the royal order to kidnap Agnes, the daughter of the sovereign Eirik, leader of the looters. Alaric felt the weight of the mission.
He knew the plan was risky, but obeying the King was his priority. In the dark of night, Alaric led his men into the enemy's lands. Between the columns of a garden, he saw her: a black-haired woman, with pale skin that reflected the moonlight.
Agnes was beautiful, but there was an undeniable strength in her eyes, like the very sea that surrounded her lands. "She is the key to peace," thought Alaric, even though deep in his soul something bothered him. When she was kidnapped and taken to his castle, Agnes showed no fear.
His eyes challenged Alaric, and his words were as sharp as blades. —Do you think you can keep me captive, you monster? — His voice cut through the silence.
— My father will come and pick me up. — Your father will have no choice but to surrender, — Alaric replied, trying to sound firm, although his voice carried a slight hesitation in the face of a woman who showed no fear of him. The first days at the castle were tense.
Alaric kept his distance, treating Agnes coldly. She, however, did not give in to fear, walking around the castle with a posture that exuded pride. Still , there was something about her that moved Alaric.
Maybe it was her courage, maybe her beauty. . .
One night, Agnes, tired of waiting for an opportunity to escape, decided to face the Duke. She burst into his quarters, eyes sparkling. — How long do you intend to keep me here as your prisoner?
— he questioned, his voice full of emotion. — I'm innocent and I never hurt you! —No woman is innocent, especially when it comes to Eirik's daughter.
Innocence does not suit his cunning nature. A woman is already a traitor by nature. —declared Alaric.
Because of annoyance, his eyes darkened and became black, as if they were supernatural. Shouting, he continued: —I don't believe in your innocence! Then, to her horror, only at that moment did she realize that he was covered by a thin cloth robe, which clearly demonstrated that he was naked underneath.
Willing not to indicate that his nudity would not make her fear him, she said: —You really are “The Monster”, Alaric! Let me go now! Alaric calmly observed the woman before him.
To demonstrate his disdain for her words, he turned to face her and removed the transparent robe, which revealed more than it covered the Duke's well-toned muscles. The way she said his nickname irritated him deeply and it was clear that he wanted to reinforce the idea of him being an insensitive brute, not caring about behaving politely in front of a woman. When he turned completely around, allowing her to see his beautiful exposed body, he said: —No, you are my prisoner.
Get used to it! You will never run away from me and I will never let you go. As he spoke, he approached slowly, like an animal ready to pounce.
Agnes remained static and without the strength to leave, faced with the sight that filled her virginal eyes with admiration for the beautiful male form that was so close to her. Seeing that she didn't react and observing that her eyes never left her naked body, he noticed her face in detail. For a moment his feline eyes rested on Agnes' lips.
At that moment, without realizing it, Agnes bit her lip. Her action caught Alaric's attention and ignited the fire of desire that burned him inside. With his voice excited by the heat that consumed him, he said: —You are mine forever, or at least until your father accepts a surrender agreement and never invades my lands again.
When he noticed Agnes' seductive mouth, his body reacted, visibly demonstrating that he desired her, as no clothes covered his private parts. At that moment, the “Monster’s” body reacted like that of an ordinary man. He recalled that it had been many years since he had been interested in a woman.
I didn't want to feel desire; He didn't want to show the weakness of a man in front of a woman, but he couldn't control himself. To yourself you thought: “Would she gladly accept a monster in her bed? ” When she saw his physical reaction, she lost strength, became dizzy and was unable to react immediately.
While he caught himself in libidinous thoughts about how he would taste Agnes's sweet lips, she managed to react by immediately fleeing his room. When she left, he laughed deeply, realizing that he had managed to touch the authoritarian virgin's sensitivity and that he thought he was capable of challenging an audacious man like him. My dears, with Agnes' unexpected visit to the Duke's room, the seed of desire had germinated in both of them.
She entered her room terrified and excited at the same time. “How could I be so stupid as to enter the monster's lair? She thought.
After a few seconds, another thought came to her mind: “How beautiful he is… She tried her best to forget the immediate reaction of his body to her, but she couldn't. He spent the whole night dreaming that he was stroking those beautiful muscles in his hands. The sight of Alaric naked and reacting like a powerful man in front of her was too much for a young virgin who had never seen a man in that state.
However, despite being experienced, Alaric had not been so interested in a woman for many years and was unable to avoid his physical reaction to her. And that bothered him… because it affected his libido. The next day, Alaric was eager to see his prisoner again.
However, Agnes avoided leaving her room the whole day, precisely so as not to find him. As night had arrived and Alaric was increasingly eager to feel her shuddering with pleasure in his arms, he decided to go to her room. He didn't knock or ask for permission: he opened the door and entered.
She was already lying down, ready to sleep. —How dare you enter my room without asking? —Shouted Agnes.
—The same way you dared to enter my chambers —he replied mockingly. —Besides, this castle is mine and everything in it belongs to me! Agnes ran her tongue over her lips, once again without realizing it, which further instigated Alaric's carnal desire.
The desire to possess her didn't bring him any joy, however, he wanted her very much. He wanted to kiss those lips so much that his body reacted again in such a way that it caused him pain. He looked at her closely and observed that she was without clothes under the blanket, as her breasts were molded into the quilt that covered her.
He also observed the outline of her legs beneath the blanket and imagined caressing them. “It's not impossible for me to dominate her and have her in my arms —he thought. His thoughts were to dominate her by force.
He thought it wouldn't be impossible to take her in his arms and make her moan with pleasure with his kisses. . .
Easy she would be his completely. She would easily prove what it was like to have a strong and virile man. .
Realizing what his intentions were , she shouted: —Please! Don't hurt me! I am not guilty of my father's wrong actions.
I've never been in a man's arms. . .
Alaric was overcome with desire, ignoring his pleas. He moved even closer. Agnes stirred under the covers.
The Duke smiled when he thought of the pleasure he would have in taking revenge on her father at that moment. . .
He already had his hands on her breasts and all he had to do was touch her lips to taste the sweetness of his kisses when she cried, saying: —It's not This is how I dreamed of giving myself to a man. . .
At that moment, the beast, full of desire and at the same time full of hatred and revenge, came to his senses and controlled himself. Consequently, the Duke's eyes became more serene. He wanted her, yes, but he wasn't the monster they said he was.
He believed she wanted him, when her eyes fixed on his private parts, the night she invaded his room. After realizing his mistake, he stood up silently and left. Agnes breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought for a while about everything that had just happened. She felt something for the Duke, but that wasn't how he would win her over. The Duke left Agnes's presence thoughtfully.
She was not like the other women he had met. She was fire and ice, and he felt trapped by that magnetism. Alaric decided to leave the castle for a few days to try to forget that woman who so tormented him with the desire to possess her at any cost.
He had become rude out of the need to govern a violent land, yes, but he was not a monster. . .
Agnes felt the Duke's absence in the castle. She couldn't deny that he was attractive and made her want to get to know him more. Since the day she saw him completely undressed and willing to hold her in his arms, she hadn't been able to get him out of her mind.
Days later, when Alaric returned, she welcomed him at the entrance to the castle with a smile on her lips, which he found strange, but he paid no attention to her. He walked past her without saying a word to her and headed towards his rooms. When night came, this time, she was the one who broke into his room again.
He looked at her surprised and said: —What do you want in my room again? You told me you wouldn't want me to take you in my arms. .
. What does a virgin look for in the room of a man who desires her? She walked towards him, approaching him with pleading eyes and said: —I can't get you out of my thoughts.
. . I can't forget the image I saw that night, right here in this room.
At that moment, he held her tightly and said: —Don't play with a man! Don't play with my desire! I have tried to be kind to you by not taking you by force…I have controlled myself as much as possible!
You better get out of here, before I do something crazy! — He pushed her away with his hand. However, she came closer again, rubbing her body against his, like a cat.
Then she looked into his beautiful gray eyes and kissed him. The Duke's face lit up at such an attitude. He joined her warm, soft body and the weight of his strong, muscular body made her sag, but she tensed her body so as not to move away from his.
The Duke's strong desire was instantly rekindled and his caresses became bold and wanton. He couldn't contain the avalanche of feelings he felt for her. Alaric smoothed his long black hair, while Agnes squeezed the strong muscles of his arm, tightening her body against his.
He couldn't resist anymore. He needed to complete what she started. He wanted to have her completely and he realized that she was willing to receive him, more willing than many experienced women he had already had.
He wanted to feel her entire naked body in his hands, to pass her lips in every corner, even the most unimaginable. . .
She shuddered at his bold touches. Alaric noticed that she wasn't afraid, nor was she trying to run away from him…On the contrary: with each caress, she moaned with pleasure. With each touch, she gave herself more to him.
. . Until she moaned in his ear a plea that he didn't want to obey.
He still had some conscience left about her being a maiden. It had been a long time since he had a willing woman in his arms. Every one he had had for a few years was for payment or exchange of favors.
He had tried to distance himself from the women who swore their love to him, fearing that he would be disappointed again. Again she whispered a request to him. That whisper in his ear, said once again, was Alaric's undoing.
He couldn't resist any longer. Fulfilling with pleasure the order of his prisoner, who had become his mistress, as she commanded and controlled his feelings. And in this game of lovers, the two spent a few days in the Duke's room.
When Agnes gave her Barbarian Warrior a break , he was able to catch up on his services. The first people who noticed a slight difference in the “Monster” were his servants, as the Duke I wasn't fighting about everything and complaining about their services. Then it was the people of the county.
Time passed, and the two, previously enemies, were overcome by an unexpected feeling. The kisses they exchanged in the shadows of silent nights were full of passion. They loved each other, but their loyalties to the King and their father were at stake.
Agnes knew that her father would never accept surrender. Alaric knew that by giving in to his desire for her, he would be betraying his own mission. — We can't go on like this, — Agnes murmured, one night, in his arms.
—So what do you suggest? — Alaric asked, knowing he could no longer keep her prisoner. — I don't want to keep you imprisoned, Agnes, but neither can I allow your father to continue plundering our lands.
She looked up thoughtfully. — There is a way to peace, but we will need to be bold. Agnes proposed what few would imagine: an alliance between the two peoples, sealed by her marriage to Alaric.
If she, daughter of the enemy sovereign, and he, the Duke of the county, united, they could seek peace without bloodshed. With an apprehensive heart, Alaric accepted the plan. At the dawn of a new day, the two met Eirik, her father.
Agnes, alongside Alaric, faced her father, ready to defy centuries of rivalry. The old man, upon seeing his daughter holding hands with the Duke, growled in anger, but Agnes' eyes, now full of determination, made him reconsider. — It's not war time anymore, father.
It's time for peace. Eirik reluctantly accepted the union. The blood that had bathed those lands for so long would be replaced by the hope of a new future.
That day, Alaric and Agnes sealed their union, not just as husband and wife, but as the leaders who would bring peace to their people. Love, which began as a weapon of seduction, became the force that would change everyone's destiny.
