Tyrst & Thora - an Arctic Alpha Story

A side story for those who wish to know more about the mysterious Alpha Tyrst and how he became the leader of the rebellion. All characters are 18+

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Thora froze at the sight of him standing in the doorway, having busted straight through. He towered over her easily, but she was used to that. She came from a family of height challenged women. She took a deep breath and gripped the dirk tighter. It was the only thing close to a weapon she could find. He smirked at it as she held it out between them, trying to keep her distance. His long dirty blonde hair was held back in a tight ponytail and his eyes were almost obsidian.

"Just what do you plan to do with that little thing?" Her hand trembled slightly and she supported it with her second hand.

"Whatever I have to!" she warned, voice wavering. She was scared, but there was no way she was going to let them drag her away like they did some of her sisters.

"The room reeks of your fear, you do not fool anyone Elfling." She glared, she hated being referred to as an Elfling.

"I will never be your slave," she growled. His smirk turned into a diabolical grin and her stomach dropped, a cold spread down her spine and she moved backwards as he advanced further into the room.

"You already belong to me Elfling, I am going to claim you right here, right now." He moved even closer and her heart began to race. The closer he got the faster her heart pounded until it felt as though it might burst from her chest. The dirk was simple in design, the wooden handle carved with the image of the Goddess Eir; the weight of it lay heavy in her palm. There was a look of primitive hunger in his obsidian like eyes and he reached out of her. At the same moment she thrust the small blade into his chest, burying it down to the hilt. He looked down at the blood blossoming and chuckled like a madman. Thora pressed herself tightly against the stone wall behind her, watching in horror as he kept her gaze and slowly pulled the knife from his chest with a grunt, and tossed it aside like the minor nuisance it was.

"That tickled," he announced. Her jaw dropped as the wound began to slowly knit itself shut; the only sign of a wound being the blood stain on his tunic. She hadn't felt even the smallest hint of magic but power was radiating off of him in waves and she felt true fear sink in.

"You're an Alpha," she announced in awe. She had only heard of them, she had yet to meet one herself. An Alpha's ability to heal came from their blood, which was purer than the rest of their clans, a gift passed down from their ancestors given to them by the sons of Fenrir, Hati and Skoll.

"I am Tyrst, son of Leif, Alpha of the Northstar Clan. I have come to claim this temple and all that resides within it."

"This is a place of healing and medicine, you have no claim here!" He gave her a wolfish grin as he closed the distance between them. Every step closer brought her more panic.

"I will TAKE what I want and there is not a thing you can do to stop me...Elfling." She scowled, she had made the mistake of letting him know the pet name bothered her.

"I am not as docile as my sisters, I will not go without a fight." Her voice wavered but she felt confident and stood her ground. His eyes sparkled like a midnight sky at the challenge. He had not expected her strong reaction, but he found himself stiffening at the thought of her struggling beneath him. She was fiery and defiant, both attributes he would have fun breaking.

"I was hoping you would," he confessed. A few more strides and he stood before her, a mere breath away. When he reached out to touch her she ducked and attempted to run. But he was not so easily fooled and he grabbed her by the back of her red robes and threw her back against the wall, her head hitting hard enough that pain spread through her skull like a spiderweb and a few white spots danced in her vision. She screamed in his face and he backhanded her so hard she tasted blood. He placed each hand beside her head on the wall and leaned forward so that his gaze bore into hers. Tears threatened to break loose but she held them back.

"Just where do you plan to run to? As we speak my men are raiding this temple. You would never make it out of here." His hand cradled her face, his callused thumb traced the fresh cut on her lower lip, causing her to hiss.

"You are MINE, Elfling." He sounded confident and possessive when he said it. Thora shook slightly and he leaned forward, tongue lashing out to lick the fresh blood that had pooled on her bottom lip. She gasped, tensing beneath his grip as his mouth claimed her. When he pulled away he leered at her, aware the effect it had. Her pulse was racing, her chest heaved as her breathing accelerated. She didn't think twice when she slapped him, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room and she could see the faint print of her hand on his cheek. The amusement drained from his eyes leaving them cold and empty. The playful Alpha was gone and she trembled as a growl emanated from him. She cursed herself as she waited in agonized anticipation, convinced she had just signed her own death. What had she been thinking? She had let her anger get the best of her and now she stood face to face with an angry demon.

"I...I am sorry..." His fingertips brushed against his heated cheek in momentary disbelief and Thora felt suddenly faint.

"Not yet...but you will be!" He grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her away from the wall, throwing her down against the floor. She scrambled back as she tried to get to her feet but he was faster and her rolled her back over, slamming her back down, forcing another cry from her lips as the cold stone bit into her spine

"Please...you do not have to do this," she pleaded, but he was beyond listening. With one large hand he pinned her wrists above her head while the other ripped her robe open, the force of it lifting her body off the ground. The sudden exposure caused her nipples to perk and harden and she fought to pull her hands free. His free hand came down, slapping her uncovered breasts. She flailed as she tried to escape his next strike and he straddled her waist as he hit her over and over, turning her cream colored skin darker shades of red with each slap.

"I do not do this because I have to... I do this because you are mine, and I like it." When his hand finally stopped its assault it turned soft and gentle as he began to caress the skin he had just set beaten. The sensitive skin sent afflicting sensations through her body causing things low in her body to tighten. Tears dried on her cheeks and she struggled not to move.

"You learn quickly," he cooed. She looked away, feeling ashamed. She had thought herself more capable, but the wolf had only made her feel weak and defeated. She closed her eyes in humiliation. Tyrst's hand traveled lower and captured her breast in the palm of his hand, kneading it softly while he gently ran his thumb across her nipple. A gasp escaped past her lips and she felt jolts of pleasure that traveled straight to her groin.

He sniggered arrogantly, she could fight all she wanted, but in the end she would submit like any other woman. He slithered down her body so that his mouth engulfed her other breast, his mouth mirroring the manipulations of his thumb. Thora looked down, the sight of his mouth latched to her so intimately caused her to squirm. While he flickered his tongue across her sensitive bit of flesh, his hand traveled lower, gently grazing the hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh, Thora crossed her legs tightly as she squirmed and thrashed around, struggling to get free once again. She shrieked when he slapped her thighs and he brought his face close enough their noses touched.

"You do not get to deny me what is mine," he thundered, fingers drawing circles along her inner thighs, sending heat straight to her core. She writhed at the strange sensation and suddenly snapped at him with her teeth, earning her another slap across her face. A sob escaped as his fingers dug into the tender flesh, forcing her legs to open so that he could settle himself between them.

She could feel something hard press against her intimately and she jerked her body around, trying to throw him off. It was useless, he was simply too strong for her. He nipped at her collarbone with his teeth, sending goosebumps across her flesh. He released her hands so that he could unbuckle his belt and she used the opportunity to try and back away, but he simply grabbed her and pulled her back down giving her a few more slaps until she hugged herself protectively and remained still. Her face was burning, cheek swelling as more tears surged forward, and she watched in dread as he pulled himself free. Her eyes bulged, she had never seen this part of a man naked before and she found herself unable to look away. He expected to put that inside of her? Was this the way he intended to kill her? Her breaths began to come in short pants and sweat formed on her brow, her fingers began to tingle as she stared at his manhood. The length wasn't as frightening as the girth, his own hand barely able to wrap around it completely. The end of the shaft bulged out even more, the head peeking out of the skin that covered it. She could see it glisten against the light of the candles and her mouth went dry.

"Touch it," he commanded, voice slightly strained. She shook her head and when he reached out for her hand she raked her nails down his forearm, drawing fresh blood. He grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her against the floor, leaving her head pounding.

"That is twice now you have made me bleed, my little Elf; not very good manners for a lady of healing." She shut her eyes against the nausea that rolled through her and the tried to stop her head from spinning. When she made no effort to obey him, he pulled out a dagger from his boot and held it beneath her chin, the tip of the dark blade dragging just beneath her jaw bone.

"Do you have a death wish?! You will listen to me or I swear to the Gods I will beat you within an inch of your life girl." he demanded. Her hand shook as she slowly moved it lower, wrapping her fingers around his thick member and he placed his hand over it as he guided her hand up and down his throbbing erection. He drew in a sharp breath,eyes fluttering for a moment at the feel of her touch. He let go of her hand, and cupped her mound of soft golden curls. He delved one finger between her moist folds, eliciting a small cry as they came across her sensitive little nub. He began to gently massage the delicate flesh, she squeezed her legs closed as she felt body respond, her hips grinding against his fingers. She hardly noticed it at first, but the more she ground against him, the more she could feel every nerve end stretching, coming alive beneath his expertise touch. It stretched further and further until it finally snapped and her body was flooded with euphoria.

Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to regain her breath, body feeling languid. Tyrst's fingers dipped lower, instantly coated in the juices that gathered there as he pushed his middle finger into her soaking wet slit. The sensation of him thrusting his finger so deep inside of her tore a strangled gasp from her lips. He smiled perversely as he pulled his hand free and kneeled between her legs, lining himself up with her entrance. He teased her with it a little as he rubbed it up and down, covering it with her wetness. Then he began to push himself in, stretching her open as she beat against his chest, howling in pain. But he only pushed in faster, deeper, causing her muscles to burn as they stretched impossibly wide. Sharp slicing pain traveled from her pelvis and she became almost uncontrollable as she thrashed beneath him, only thoughts of getting free plagued her mind. He remained thrust all the way inside her as he held her to the floor, her body adjusting to the violation.

She cried until she felt faint and suddenly he kissed her, lips soft and unyielding as his tongue pressed its way past her lips, slithering over her own. He brought his right hand up her thigh and in between them, sliding easily between delicate folds, finding her clit with ease and immediately began rubbing it. The pain began to slowly fade as it was replaced by currents of pleasure that were spreading from her core. He nibbled her lower lip as he withdrew from her body, only to slowly thrust himself back in. His pace became frenzied as he worked to achieve his own orgasm. His hands became firm and rough as pleasure began to build inside her once more. This one different than the last, she felt it lower...deeper. With every slap of his body against hers she felt her walls spasm as they gripped his cock tighter, his final thrusts became more erratic until he finally burst inside her, liquid heat filling her and she cried from the intensity of it.

He stroked the side of her face as he leaned on one elbow and stared down at her.

"Tell me, who do you belong to little Elf?" Her lip quivered as she spoke.

"Y-y-you." He pressed his forehead to the side of her face, closed his eyes and gave her a content smile.

"Never doubt me, am I understood?" Thora nodded. Tyrst pulled himself free from her and secured his belt. She drew her legs up and hugged her knees to her chest as she watched him lift his axe. He had taken what he wanted, was he was going to kill her? Thora closed her eyes and began to pray. Maybe now that he had what he wanted he would leave her there.

Her heart sank as she realized there would be no such luck as he held his hand out to her. When she didn't accept it, he bent over and grabbed her bicep, jerking her to her feet. She tried desperately to hold her tattered robes together enough to hide her exposed naked body. He pulled her after him as he left the room, she struggled to keep up with his large strides. Thora felt detached as they made their way down the long corridor, other warriors ransacking the temple. Paintings were being torn off the wall, gold and silver items were thrown into large sacks while her sisters were being raped, murdered or bound and dragged away with rest of the treasures. One of them stopped in front of Tyrst and bowed his head, waiting to be acknowledged before speaking. He glanced at Thora before leaning forward and lowering his voice. It didn't matter how soft his voice was, Thora could hear him as clear as if he were the only person in the vicinity that was speaking.

"We have come across a room filled with all sorts of remedies, we don't recognize any of the labels." Tyrst absorbed the information before placing a hand on the other wolf's shoulder.

"Destroy all of it."

"No, you cannot!" Thora objected, her hand on Tyrst's arm as she interrupted. His head turned ever so slowly as locked eyes.

"And just who is going to stop us?"

"Please, it's only medicine; it's there to help not to harm anyone. It is no benefit for you to destroy it," Thora protested bravely. People often traveled far distances with little money just to obtain some of the tonics they made. They helped with everything from headaches, to stomach aches to helping people sleep.

He sneered at her in disdain, her audacity to speak as though her opinion should matter. As if he needed a reason to destroy something, it was when he was causing chaos, that he felt most at one with himself.

"I did not give you permission to speak," he replied and she felt anger boiling in her veins. He gave her a small violent shake and nodded at the other man who took off to complete his task.

"You will speak when you are asked to speak, you forget that I am your Master now. I suggest you keep quiet," he warned. Thora nodded and he pulled her further down the hall until they were in the entrance hall. A Fire was roaring off to the side, the smoke being siphoned away through the broken window by the night air while men threw more wooden furniture to build it higher, make it burn hotter.

A group of her sisters all huddled against the stairwell, battered and bruised while one of the wolves closer to the fire lifted a long metal pole, the end of which burned hot red. Her face paled as she witnessed him bring the heated metal against the flesh of the girl's shoulder blade. She screamed, but two men had her pinned to the ground. After several seconds he pulled the iron away, smell of burnt flesh filling the room. Some of the other women sobbed, the one who had been branded had passed out. She looked to her captor, horror evident on her face. It was the Rune of Isa, a blocking Rune. Once burned into her flesh, it would effectively block her from accessing her magic. She shook her head and ripped her arm free from his grip as she took off running down the hall, her feet leaving the sound of wet slaps on the stones behind her. Tyrst raised his nose to the sky and inhaled sharply before taking off after her, catching her in a few strides and lifting her off the ground with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.

She kicked as he carried her closer to the fire, shoving her face first onto the cold stone floor, pulling the remains of her robe down, exposing her shoulderblade. He sat on her lower back, his right knee pressed her arm down while his hand shoved her face against the ground.

"Get it over with," he growled. Thora whimpered as felt the heat that emitted from the hot brand, as it seared against her flesh she screamed, unable to escape the white blazing pain that shot through every inch of her body. She convulsed, the pain unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She felt drained and defeated when he finally released his grip. Her skin was now permanently marked with the Rune of Isa. A cold emptiness filled her as her magic was siphoned straight from her body and into the Rune itself. She shivered, her ability to connect with the power of the divine, gone. She leaned on her opposite side, a hand clutching her chest, breath stolen. It felt as though someone had ripped her very life force from her body. Her vision began to tunnel and the last thing she saw was Tyrst crouching over her sobbing body.

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When she awoke the first thing she felt was the tightening of the skin on her shoulder blade as it struggled to heal without the assistance of her magic. She hissed, the new layer of flesh cracked under her movements as it struggled to heal from the damage it incurred the night before. Thora wept, feeling destitute. The arm around her waist tightened, reminding her that she was not alone. She froze as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, the heat of his breath causing her to shudder.

"No need to cry Elfling, it will not hurt forever," he whispered, placing a kiss on her neck. His lips were soft as they gently grazed over the sensitive flesh. He kissed his way down the curve, stopping just at the end of her shoulder where he leaned his face forward to look into hers. She did not reply, there was no reasoning with the giant warrior.

Thora's eyes focused on the tapestry that hung above the fireplace. It was an angelic piece featuring the Goddess Eir, light shone from her hands, her face serene. It had always been her favorite because of the way it depicted the Goddess. A sudden slap to her backside forced her to focus on the present.

"I do not appreciate being ignored!" he growled.

"I did not hear the question, could you please repeat it?" she asked softly, voice a little hoarse from all the screaming and crying.

"What is your name?"

"Thora." His hand brushed soothingly up and down her bare thigh and she closed her eyes. She would have almost preferred he had killed her instead. Her body ached in ways she never thought her body could ache. Her throat felt scratchy and raw while her eyes and face felt swollen. She was disoriented and exhausted when he rolled her to face him.