Cum For The Viking (3 page)

I struggled, squirming, trying to
free myself from his steely grasp. “No! Viking scum!”

“You seemed to enjoy me enough this
morning!” The sound of material ripping was alarming, my tunic shredding in his
hands. This was followed by my dress, which he hadn’t damaged as badly. I had
underthings on, two layers of gowns, which were the only barrier to being exposed
entirely.

“I think I’ve seen enough,” murmured
Matheus
. “You may leave us. I’ll take it from here.”

“How much is she worth?”

The dark stranger stared at me. “A
great deal.”

“Fifty percent?”

“Not that much,” he laughed. “Perhaps
thirty.”

“Forty-five.”

“Forty, and that’s all.”

Bram smiled. “Excellent.” His azure
gaze rested on me. “You’re more helpful than I thought. Be sure to please him,
Lora. You won’t be a virgin when I return.”

Chapter Four

I was left alone with the dark haired
wolf, whose stare made my tummy tingle with nervous knots. I’d been sold to the
highest bidder to pay for a Viking debt, and now I would have to sacrifice my
body to this heathen. He began to remove his jewelry, placing the items in a
wooden bowl. His manner was easy, his expression neutral, but I could feel the
lust, as it oozed from his pores. I eyed him warily, while garment after
garment was divested. His belt had an ornate, gold buckle that looked
outrageously expensive.

“You’re not going to stab me, are
you?” A hint of humor shone in his eyes.

“If you refrain from touching me, you
might be safe.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He laughed, and I felt myself
softening towards him, which was the last thing I wanted to do. I refused to be
passed around from man to man, like the village slut, but I doubted I’d have a
choice in the matter. I should be grateful I hadn’t been gang-raped by an
entire contingent of foul smelling marauders. This might still be in my future.
That thought sent my emotions spiraling downwards, hopelessness seeping into my
consciousness and tears clouding my eyes.

His amusement transformed to concern.
“Now there. Is the thought of bedding me so distasteful?” Nearly naked, his
lean, muscular form was far too appealing.

Perhaps, it was time to take my chances
and run for freedom. It was dark now, and I might be able to slip through the camp
undetected. I inched towards the back of the tent, positioning myself for a
hasty exit, and, just as I was about to duck under the cloth, a hand closed
around my wrist.

“Not so fast.” I fought him, trying
to free myself, but he dragged me to him, his arm encircling my back. “You’re
even lovelier up close.”

I stared into his eyes, knowing I
would have to give myself to him and hating God for the injustice. “Stop!”

His fingers threaded through my hair,
bringing my head back, exposing my neck. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“You like raping women, Danish dog?”

“You’ll submit, and you’ll like it.”

“Don’t be so sure of that.”

“No one’s ever complained before.”

“Slaves rarely have a voice.”

“You wound me. You’ve yet to taste my
skill at love-making.”

“Raping is indeed a skill. It takes a
real man to accomplish such a feat.”

“I’m fond of passionate women. I
doubt you’ll disappoint.”

“Fighting for survival is hardly a
show of passion.”

“Stop fussing, and let me kiss you.”

“No!” I pushed against his chest,
feeling the heat coming off him.

“You let Bram touch you.”

“I had no choice in the matter.”

“And yet you enjoyed it.”

“I hadn’t eaten for days. I was
hungry.” His face was in my neck, his teeth nibbling on my skin. “
Ouf
, no!”

I began to fight in earnest, pushing
him, squirming, and trying to dislodge myself. What I ended up doing was
exposing my legs and stomach, as the material on my dresses crept up in the
struggle. He’d found his way to my flesh, massaging my tummy gently. I was
pressed to the pelt and kissed, although I turned my head, offering him my
cheek. He was utterly persistent in my seduction, his hand sliding to my pussy,
a finger sinking into my moist center.

“Danish pig!”

“You’re wet.”

“I hate you.”

“Good. Hate me with your body. Let’s
take these clothes off.” He pulled on the material, ripping it from my
shoulders, exposing creamy skin. “You’re lovely, Lora.”

“You’re horrible.” He was ruining the
only clothing I possessed. “Stop. Don’t shred my dress!”

“Then be kind enough to take it off.”

I stopped fighting, knowing it was
useless. “These are my only clothes.”

“I’ve more on the ship.”

“I won’t wear your heathen garments.”

“They’re finely made.”

“Pretty things of evil origins don’t
interest me.”

“Come now. Isn’t that a bit
melodramatic?”

“I don’t care.”

“You’ll see me differently in the
morning, after I’ve fucked some sense into you.” He was fighting a grin.

I didn’t want to be charmed by this
horrible man. He was disarmingly adorable, with almond shaped eyes, finely
sculpted features, and an engaging wit. Knowing the futility of my continued
struggle, I lifted the dresses over my head, exposing myself entirely. Desire
glinted in his eyes, as they roamed over the mounds of my breasts.

“Good God. Those are sinful.”

He buried his face in my flesh, his
beard abrasive. Pressing the globes together, he laved one nipple and then the
other. This sent spasms of pleasure through me, which I fought against,
determined not to enjoy the encounter. I lay motionless on the pelt, as the
stranger mauled me, sucking the little nubs into stiff peaks. It seemed with
each tug, my pussy contracted, the creamy sludge of arousal wetting my inner
thighs. I cursed my body for responding in this way, wishing I wasn’t so
susceptible to the seductions of men.

His hand drifted over my tummy. I
grasped him, alarmed at where he was going. “No!”

“Don’t be shy, Lora.”

“I’m not shy. I just don’t want you
touching me.”

A deep rumbling registered in his
chest. “I’m going to do far more than that,” he laughed. When I wouldn’t let go
of his hand, he grasped mine, bringing them over my head, where he held them
immobile. This allowed him to wedge between my thighs, his fingers brushing my
pussy. I crossed my legs to prevent him, but he used his leg to push a thigh
aside. I was utterly exposed now, and he could do as he pleased. A lengthy
finger dipped into my orifice.

“Pig!” I hissed.

“You’re right. I am. However, you’re
not unaffected by me. On the contrary, I think you want me. You want my cock in
you, don’t you?”

I squirmed, trying to dislodge him,
but he held me firmly, my arms pinned to the pelt and his leg keeping my thighs
apart. That hand of his was busy driving into my swollen lips, a finger
massaging deeply. There was no pain today, which was odd. A growing pleasure
seemed to bring forth an uncontrollable tingling. My belly vibrated with
lustful energy, and, as his thumb grazed my sensitive nub, I clamped my lips
together to keep from moaning. His mouth sought mine, and I turned my head,
offering the side of my face, which he kissed gently. His teeth nipped at my
earlobe.

“No, no, no.”

“Kiss me,” he rasped. “Stop fighting
me, you little bitch.”

I met his stare, wishing I hadn’t. “Danish
pig!”

“You’ve said that already.”

“Son of Satan.”

“Now that’s inventive,” he laughed.
“Stop fighting the inevitable, and give in to me. You know you want to.”

“I hardly have a choice.”

“Good. It’s agreed then. We shall
reach heaven together, especially when I get my cock in you.”

“
Ouf
!
You’ve the manners of a boar. Is this how you romance your wife?”

He paused, gazing at me. “I don’t
have a wife.”

“Ha! Like I’m supposed to believe
you.”

“I don’t care if you believe me.”

“A rich man such as yourself isn’t
married? What’s the matter? Are you a poor lover?”

Sadness flashed in his eyes. “She
died of sickness, if you must know.”

I stilled beneath him, feeling the
warmth of his body pressed to mine. “Truly?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have children?”

“Only the one in her belly.”

“I’m…sorry.”

His lips met mine. “I don’t want to
talk.”

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You were with Bram. I think you
lie.”

“He wasn’t in me. Well, a finger
was…but nothing else.”

“Then I shall be the first.”

His mouth took mine, softly. Then he
became more aggressive, a thick tongue invading. I moaned, feeling mortified
and betrayed by my own body. We fit together almost perfectly; his cock prodded
my yielding flesh. It was odd having something trying to burrow inside of me.
It had taken such effort to deny him that allowing him access was not only
enjoyable, but something I desired more than anything at that moment.

“You’re so sweet, Lora.”

“You Danish—”

“Shush…don’t ruin it.”

“You’re about to ruin me.” He kissed
me then, silencing the protest, and I gave in because it felt too wonderful…and
I was weak. I moaned against his mouth, lifting my hips up, feeling even more
of his steely hardness. “
Oohh
…no…”

“Lora.”

He slid inside, and I gasped at the
shocking girth of the intrusion. Bram’s finger had been tiny in comparison to
an actual cock, and, as he breached my folds, I shuddered from a combination of
lust and pain. “Oh!”

“Dear God, you’re tight.”

“Bastard. This privilege should’ve
been my husband’s, not some Danish Pi—”

His lips closed over mine, and I lost
myself in the kiss. He drew back to look at me. “Are you ready, angel?”

“No.”

“Too bad. I’m coming in.”

He pushed, sliding deep.

Chapter Five

“Oh, my word!” The sensation was
singularly shocking, and, as I stretched to accommodate him, my body began to
hum a seductive tune, one I was wholly unprepared for. The stinging sensation
had been brief, quickly evaporating with his gentle movements. I sensed he was
holding back, his muscles tensing.

“Jesus.”

“I didn’t know you heathens believed
in him.”

“Shut up!” he gasped.

He drove in fully, massaging my inner
walls. I grasped his buttocks, feeling the hardness of his makeup and marveling
at how firm he was. Within moments, his tempo increased, and he reamed me with
fluid strokes, pressing against something pleasurable at my core. I closed my
eyes, savoring the sensations, relieved that I wasn’t in pain. This was far better
than I had imagined.

“No! Oh, no…”

“
Ommm
…”

“
Matheus
.”

“I love the way you say my name,” he
rasped.

“It won’t happen again.” He chuckled,
continuing to fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his ass, bringing him even
closer. Flinging my head back, I relished the ravishment. I should be ashamed
because he was a stranger…and possibly dangerous, but I was close to orgasm,
and the promise of pleasure outweighed all other thoughts. “Oh, more! I need
more.”

“That you do.” He drove deeper,
slapping his balls against my pussy and creating a firestorm of
friction, that
seared me to the quick.

“God…” We moved in unison, my bottom
lifting and his cock thrusting, yet we met gloriously, striving for the same
peak. “
Matheus
!”

“You’re there, my dear. You’re
there.” His voice sounded strained.

“You’ve ruined me,” I uttered, and
then I convulsed with hundreds of mini contractions, the tightness of my
orifice gripping him, squeezing the heat of his cream in spurting streams.

“Lora!”

He buried his face in my neck,
breathing raggedly and thrusting almost violently. I withstood the onslaught
because I was floating in waves of ecstasy, and I had yet to come down from the
euphoria of my first mating. When he had at last satiated himself, his cock
began to shrink, and it slid free. He drew me into his arms, kissing my
forehead.

“That was wonderful.”

I felt oddly comforted being near
him, smelling the musky sweetness of his skin and feeling the effects of his
desire seeping out of me. “So, that’s what it’s about,” I murmured.

“It is.”

“You’re still a swine.”

He sighed. “Oh, good. It’ll take
another fucking to win you over. I relish the challenge.”

I harrumphed and snuggled into him,
pressing my nose to his chest. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Go to sleep. I need you rested.”

“Pig.”

“Shush…”

Bram, who cleared his throat loudly,
rudely woke us in the morning. “It smells like sex in here.” I turned to see a
tall Viking dressed in chainmail with a helmet and shield. Both items dropped
to the ground, the heaviness of the metal creating a reverberating thump. “How
was she? Good?”

Matheus
stirred, turning. “I was going to
have another taste, Laxdale. Go away, and come back later.”

“Ha! I’ve been raiding all night. I’m
exhausted.” He removed his chainmail, dropping it on a blanket. Grasping the
edge of the tent, he bellowed, “Food! Bring me food! Now!”

I burrowed into
Matheus’s
chest, his arm going around me. “Good morning,” he murmured.

“Don’t speak to me.”

“You were delightful.”

“Ugh.”

“Are you always this cheerful in the
morning?”

“Go to hell.”

The smell of food filled the space,
making my mouth water. I had to use the chamber pot as well, but there were two
men in the vicinity. I sat up, holding the blanket to my chest. My need began
to outweigh my embarrassment, and I crawled, with the blanket as a cover, to
the corner of the tent and relieved myself. Then I washed with a cloth dunked
in freezing water. When I returned to the pelt, two sets of eyes were on me.

“She’s pretty bedraggled,” said Bram.

“”She is.”
Matheus
glanced at me. “Hungry?”

“Yes.”

He gave me bread with a large chunk
of roasted pig. “
Here.
”

“Thank you.”

I ate, savoring the taste, grateful
that I wasn’t starving. The villagers would hate me even more now for
submitting to the enemy, but my survival took precedence over anything they
would think or feel about me. I had never been treated well by my own people,
and now it would be even worse once the heathens went away. My unhappy thoughts
turned the corners of my mouth down.

“What’s wrong?” asked
Matheus
.

“I’m a camp whore.” My shoulders
slumped.

He laughed, “These are your thoughts
first thing in the morning?”

I glanced at him, hating the smile on
his face. “You’ll go, and I’ll be marked for life as the whore who let the
raiders…use her.”

He eyed me thoughtfully. “Perhaps.”

“She’s not popular with the
villagers,” said Bram, who spoke while chewing. “I’ve seen them throw stones at
her. They decry she’s a witch.”

“Is that so?”

I shrugged. “They thought the same of
my mother.”

“Are you a witch?”

“Would you be frightened of me, if I
was?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Matheus
grinned.

“I could cast a spell that’ll shrink
your dick to the size of a walnut.”

His smile remained. “You’re welcome
to try, my dear. But first, come here.” He patted the pelt next to him. I eyed
it warily. “Go on.” Knowing that I would obey him was worrying. I tried to
resist the summons, but my body had other ideas. I crawled next to him, the
blanket around my shoulders. He sat me before him, his arms forming a
protective circle.

Bram ate, watching us with an amused
and interested expression. “When do you go?”

“Soon. I’m expected North in a few
days.”

This announcement had me swallowing
painfully, the ham stuck in my throat. Bram glanced at me, rubbing the stubble
on his chin thoughtfully. Then he began to undress, removing his shirt, tunic,
and trousers.
Matheus’s
cock poked my back, the organ
having flooded with blood. The tent took on a hedonistic, sultry vibe, the
occupants clearly having something carnal in mind. The fact that I was naked,
with only a blanket around me, in the company of two aroused men, should have
been terrifying, but now I knew what to expect, and I too began to hum with
need.

Bram spoke in Old Norse, and
Matheus
answered him. I glanced between them, wondering
what they were discussing.
Matheus’s
arm tightened
around me. His mouth was near my ear. “Shall you please us both?”

I stiffened at the request, but my
tummy began tingling distractingly. “No.” That sounded weak.

“It would double your pleasure, Lora,”
he murmured.

“You’re both pigs.”

Bram grasped his cock, which had
sprung up out of nowhere. “I shall ride you with my staff, little witch.”

That thought was mildly alarming,
considering he was longer and thicker than
Matheus
. I
glanced at them warily, knowing that my moment of reckoning had come. Fingers
threaded through thick hair, drawing my head back and exposing my throat. Moist
kisses landed near the vein that throbbed with my pulse, while an inferno began
to rage in me, my skin feeling so heated, it might have been on fire.

“
Ooohh
…no…”
That protest was even weaker than the one before, and, as
Matheus’s
mouth closed over mine, I knew any further resistance was futile. He tasted of
ham and bread, sweet and delicious. Not to be outdone, Bram approached, pulling
the blanket from my shoulders, exposing the contours of my breasts, which more
than filled his hands, his thumbs grazing my nipples.

“She’s my favorite conquest,” Bram
murmured. “The most beautiful by far.”

It was wrong to allow men to use me
in this manner. Whatever shreds of dignity I had were now scattered in the
dust, but I could not deny myself the pleasure of their cocks. Perhaps, I was
my mother’s daughter after all. I knew the shame would follow me to the grave,
and it was a burden I was willing to carry. If these men hadn’t invaded, I
might never have known what it was like to be touched and worshipped. I
suddenly had a whole new appreciation for the things that were happening to me,
and a desire to savor each second of their lustful urges.

Bram’s fingers massaged my tummy,
while
Matheus
drove his silky tongue into my mouth. I
was utterly lost in sensation, my body a quivering mass of need, wanting so
much more. A finger began to stroke my moist folds, pleasure flaring like the
bright spots on the sun.

“Oh!”

“So wet,” murmured Bram.

He drove past the swollen lips of my
pussy, to massage deeply. A tiny inkling of tenderness registered, as a
reminder of the cock that had breached the gates last night. The finger wiggled
and prodded, rubbing something deep within me that triggered an avalanche of
sensation.

“Oh, my God…”

“This is the magic spot,” he said
thickly. “They all like this.”

His attentions brought a flush to my
cheeks, my muscles throbbing around his finger. I hardly knew what to do with
myself, as two heathens from across the sea ravaged me. I succumbed to the
stimulation, gasping and moaning, feeling the edges of pleasure descending.

“That’s so…oh…so…good…”

“She’s ready for me,” said Bram. “On
your knees. Now!” He grasped my hips, turning me around, my bottom to him. A
cock appeared before my mouth, distended and glistening with fluid. No one
needed to say a word, as instinct took over and my mouth closed around the
salty tip.

“Yes,” breathed
Matheus
.

From behind me came the invasion of
an enormous phallus, stretching the constriction of my walls to their limits.
He slid inside, producing an inkling of discomfort, the sheer size a challenge,
bringing me to the limits of what I could physically tolerate. I moaned around
Matheus’s
cock, the organ sliding to the back of my throat,
choking me, while Bram began to drive deep, his strokes butting up against my
womb. The sensation of sucking and being fucked was outrageously stimulating
and possibly the naughtiest thing I’d ever done. I truly should be ashamed for
letting them use me, but the pleasure was building with each passing moment,
drowning out the voice of my conscience.

“It’s so tight,” gasped Bram. His
hands gripped my hips, as he increased the tempo, driving even deeper, his
balls smacking my pussy.

The cock in my mouth leaked
profusely, the groans from
Matheus
filling my ears
like the monks singing in the monastery on the cliff. I throbbed with pleasure,
my pussy constricting around the object that speared me.

“By the Gods!” groaned Bram. “I won’t
last long. The little bitch’s choking me.”

I gagged on
Matheus
,
his phallus driving deep with each thrust. I sucked the tip, making wet, sloppy
sounds, while saliva dribbled down the shaft. The muscles in my vagina pulsed
and tightened with each pull. This in turn, flung me towards the erotic finish
line, as I shuddered, moaning, while my body convulsed with pleasure.

“That’s it, you little whore,”
murmured Bram. “That’s it. Feel my seed!” He stiffened, spraying my womb with
heated semen that began to seep out of my orifice, running down my inner
thighs.

Not to be outdone,
Matheus
pulled himself from my mouth, as his tip erupted,
the whitish fluid shooting into the air in measured pulses. “
Accchhh
…!” He flung his head back, pleasure and pain etched
into his features. If the tent had smelled of sex before, it was even more so
now. The musky aroma lingered with hints of perspiration from men who had exhausted
themselves satisfying their lust. We collapsed to the pelt and slept for a
while, in a jumble of arms and legs.