Loosely based on interpretation of Halfdan (Vikings) by Lydia S. "Dany" is her spelling for his nickname. This was letter-perfect in my notebook; any errors in transcribing are due to being awake since butts-o'clock in the morning to be at the hospital.
CW: Dubcon/noncon. We were going to write this together, but co-writer went AFK and I haven't heard form her since about mid-February. (I'm transcribing this in May.)
Halfdan stirred. Someone was in bed with him, and had gotten there while he was dozing. He opened his eyes and saw a mass of curly blonde hair. Of course. Serena. The tease who acted like everyone's girlfriend but only let Sigefrid touch her. Yet here she was, clinging to him like a bat to a branch, and not for the first time.
"You again," he groaned. She raised her head, smiling.
"I couldn't let you sleep alone when you were having nightmares, silly," she said, slowly unwrapping her arms and legs from around him.
"I always have nightmares. You split your nights between me and your boyfriend there." He wasn't in the mood for her flirting. Nor did he miss how her smile widened to a grin when he called Sigefrid her boyfriend.
"Then share the bed with us," Serena said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Hell, no!" Halfdan snapped. "I'm not climbing into bed with him? The fuck do I look like to you?"
Serena blushed and ducked her head. She did that a lot, but she was the farthest thing from shy Halfdan had ever met. She did have some weird prissy habits, though, considering she used to sell it for $3,200 a night. She didn't let anyone undress her, including Sigefrid. She also had issues with anyone touching her hair. She never showed cleavage, and he'd never seen her in a miniskirt, either. Despite the fact that he'd seen her stash her water bras at the clubhouse, she didn't seem to wear them much; she always looked pretty flat-chested, though she tried to hide it with her choice of tops.
What did a hooker have to blush about, and what the hell was she hiding?
Halfdan walked his fingers up her outer thigh and played with the hemline of her skirt, noticing how her breath quickened. She pretended not to feel it.
"Maybe I'll change my mind," he purred, sliding his hand up to her hip. Her brow creased and she tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
"Dany, what are you doing?" She used the club's pet name for him.
He smirked, leaned in, and whispered, "Ever been double-penetrated?"
Her gasp and the way her eyes widened told him she hadn't. He found it hard to believe she was that inexperienced.
"The innocent act is getting old," he said impatiently. "Have you fucked two guys at once or haven't you?"
Now she giggled, another annoying habit of hers. "Not the way you're thinking, but yes. One in my mouth."
"And the other?" He glanced downward; she scoffed and shoved at him.
"None of your damn business."
He expertly rolled her onto her back and climbed on top of her. "I'm about to make it my business."
She squirmed and tried to shove him again. "No-- don't!" she cried.
"Don't worry," he said, unbuckling his belt. "I'll pay you for your time."
"I don't care about that!" she snapped. There was fear in her teal-green eyes. That was new. What could someone like her possibly be afraid of?
"You offered yourself to me so freely when we met. You greeted me like an old friend when we saw each other again. You cook for me, climb into bed with me, cling to me."
"I thought we were friends."
"Please. Girls don't act like that around guys they're just friends with."
"I wouldn't know," Serena said stoutly. She tried to push him away again, but he pinned her. She blushed again and looked away, frowning as if he was annoying her now rather than frightening her. Strange girl.
"Oh, I see," he murmured, leaning down and kissing her neck. "You're afraid of cheating on Sigefrid, is that it? I wasn't planning to tell him." He raised his head and smirked.
She looked up at him again, calculatingly, he thought. "I would still know," she said. "Please, don't do this."
He pretended to think about it. Then, "No, I want to know what makes you think you're worth over three thousand a night."
She glared. "I quit hooking when Sigefrid and I started spending time together. You know that."
He did know that, but he decided to torment her some more. "Once a whore, always a whore. I want to see what's under that cute little skirt of yours."
She started struggling in earnest now, snarling epithets at him, threatening him. He just laughed and tied her down, quick and efficient.
"You flirt with me constantly," he reminded her. "You knew I would want this. And I know deep down, you want it, too. I'm willing to go deep, Serena. So deep you'll be screaming my name. I'll scream yours too if you want."
Serena laughed, a bitter sound full of irony. "You don't even know my real name, and I'd kill you if you said it in bed. At least with me like this."
What the fuck? "You want me to untie you, you'll have to earn it," he taunted as he resumed undressing himself.
Now she was looking at him in confusion.
"I don't care what your name is," he added. Then, "You let Sigefrid call you Serena in bed. Does he know you have another name?"
She looked at him like he was an idiot. But she was the one who brought it up, he thought irately.
"Yes," she said after a beat. "He also knows I prefer my stage name when I'm... Look, just stop, okay? Things are about to get really awkward for both of us."
"Maybe you wouldn't feel awkward if you weren't so secretive," he said, sliding both hands up to her hips--
"Don't!"
--and pulling down her weird-looking thong.
"What the hell is this?"
She closed her eyes, going red in the face yet again. "It's a chastity belt," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a drag queen."
Halfdan burst out laughing. "Seriously? This was your big secret?" He paused. "Wait. You said Sigefrid...?"
"Yes. He knows. And I swear, if you pick on him about it, I will fucking end you."
"I'd like to see you try." He stroked her cheek condescendingly, then grabbed some lotion from his bedside drawer and lubed up.
"You're still going through with this?" she asked, astounded.
"Didn't your precious boyfriend?" he sneered, moving things aside for easier access before slowly pressing in.
"Aah-- no! Hey, don't touch--"
"A little late," he scoffed.
She cringed. "And, no. Not the first time. He was so mad at me. It took us days to make up." Her breathing sped up as he pushed all the way in.
"You're not the first shemale I've fucked," Halfdan said bluntly. "Though what I can't understand is why you're so coy about it. Why not just be honest?"
"It's not something I'm accustomed to disclosing. For my clients at Lux, the fun was in the illusion. They knew what I was and sought me out because of it. Most of them didn't want the illusion broken. Then when I branched out, picking up men while in drag became a sort of game. Most guys thought I was pretty enough that it didn't matter. Some were fascinated and wanted to fondle me to... you know, prove it. No one tried to undress me before Sigefrid, and I liked it that way."
None of that made any sense to Halfdan, but he decided not to think about it. She felt good, whatever she was, her body squeezing him like a vice. He moved faster, testing her. She moved with him, relaxing and closing her eyes.
"Tell me how much you like me stretching you out," he whispered.
She opened her eyes again and froze, panic clouding her expression once more as she began struggling against her bonds. "We can't do this!" she cried. "Dany, please, you have to stop!"
He had no intention of stopping. In fact, he found her struggles and protests to be quite the turn-on. He pressed his body down on hers and kissed her roughly. She started to kiss him back, but abruptly stopped herself and began freaking out again.
"You like me," he whispered against her lips after breaking the kiss. "That's why you're fighting this so hard. You're afraid of what Sigefrid would do if he knew how much you want this. How much you enjoy it." He moved one hand down to make his point; she squirmed and thrashed about more aggressively. He laughed. "You're only hurting yourself," he said. "I told you, I'm not going to tell your man about this. So relax and let me give you what we both want." He kissed her again, and this time she submitted. She relaxed again and moved with him, making the sweetest noises as he used her tight little arse.
He started going harder when he thought she could handle it, and her moans grew louder. He noted that, even in the throes of ecstasy, she still sounded like a real girl. He wondered if her voice was just always like that.
She froze in panic again after orgasming, back in that shy, fussy persona. He figured she was usually wearing her chastity belt during sex and wasn't used to coming. He untied her arms and let her cling to him until she calmed down again, moving slowly and gently inside her.
"I'm going to fill you with my load and it'll be dripping out for days," he purred, distracting her. It worked; she giggled and buried her face in his neck. He picked up the pace again. "You like that?"
She nodded, nuzzling him. "It sounds so fucking hot," she moaned, her voice softer and higher than he'd heard it yet. "Gosh, Dany, you turn me on so much."
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