Her Viking Lovers (2 page)

“For
Rennir,” she finished for him.

He
had been going to say because he cared for her but he let the statement hang.
It was a good reminder to him that nothing could ever happen between them. The
memory of Rennir would always linger.

“Good
day to you, Alrek. The gods thank you for your work.”

Alrek
simply dipped his head and watched as she ducked back into her hut. He’d rather
she
thanked him. Down on her knees perhaps, taking his cock into her
mouth or riding him hard, taking him deep into her hot cunt.

With
a long inhale, Alrek snatched up the fresh straw he had brought with him and
made his way back onto the roof. A day’s toil would rid him of such thoughts.

***

Aware
of the man on the roof, Esa struggled to concentrate on preparing him a meal
for midday and tidying her home. Having been unable to sleep, she had already
tended to the animals and gathered food for the day. Now her fatigue was
catching up with her yet her body simmered with tension and need. Her earlier
climax had done little to satisfy. Rennir had been a lusty lover—strong,
dominant and talented. While sometimes she had longed for him to display a more
tender side, she always enjoyed lying with him. She missed the feel of a man’s
cock between her thighs and the strong musky scent. Her own gentle fragrance
seemed insipid and her delicate fingers a poor replacement for a thick erection.

The
pitter
patter
of rain sounded upon the straw and Esa peered out to see raindrops
building into puddles in the mud. She straightened her gown and tidied her hair
as she waited for Alrek to join her and come out of the rain but he did not
come. She glanced at the roof and noted it did not leak. Snatching a blanket,
she held it over her head and stepped outside.

“Come
down,” she called up to him.

“I
will be only a moment,” he yelled back over the drumming of the increasing
rain. “Go inside.”

“Alrek—“she
protested.

“Inside,
Esa, now,” he barked.

Taken
aback, Esa did as he ordered and hurried inside. She used the blanket to dry
herself off and settled on the wooden chair by the fire pit. Why had Alrek been
so short with her? He usually only ever treated her with kindness. Twice now
she had aggravated him and she could not fathom why.

The
door swung open and Alrek swaggered in. She gasped at the sight. His long hair,
wet and plastered to his face, his garments moulding to his firm body. A stab
of longing struck her lower belly.

“You
are soaked.”

“I
am.” He offered her a twisted smile.

“Come,
sit by the fire.”

He
did as he was told, which surprised her. She snatched the blanket and stood
behind him. With rough movements, she worked on drying his hair.

“Esa,
you do not have to—”

“Alrek,
you have toiled all morning on my roof. I must.”

She
eyed his strong profile, the scar that sliced through his eyebrow and those
firm lips while she continued to rub him down. When she came to stand in front
of him, she saw his hands twitch. How she longed to feel them pressed to her
hips. To have him nuzzle against her and draw her down for a kiss. Her chest
grew tight, her breaths heavy and wanting.

Esa
swiped the blanket over his damp face and he let out a grumble in protest.

“I
am no child, woman.”

“You
are soaked to the skin. You shall make yourself ill.”

“If
you let me be I shall return home and dry off.”

“You
shall get wet all over again. The rain still falls heavily.”

“You
are right. It does.” His gaze connected with hers. Something stirred in the
air.

Esa
gulped. “Stay by the fire. You shall dry soon enough. Or else… you could remove
your garments…”

Alrek’s
silvered eyes darkened. “You do not know what you ask of me.”

Did
he understand? Was her need that obvious? She must seem pathetic and unfaithful
to him. “I ask nothing of you. Only that you do not sit in wet clothes and
succumb to illness. I—that is, the village—would not do to lose a man such as
you.”

He
stood, drawing the air from her chest as he towered over her. With one easy
movement he took off his shirt and handed it to her. Her hands shook as she
took it. She had seen Alrek’s chest before—the light scattering of fair hair
covering firm muscles and the occasional slash of a scar—but never in such
close confines. She itched to spread her hands over him and touch his flat
nipples.

Instead,
she hung the shirt over the back of a chair and turned to take the rest from
him. She froze. In the glowing light of the fire, Alrek’s naked body called to
her. A proud erection thrust from between his legs. More golden hair surrounded
his large cock and it glistened with pre-cum. She licked her lips and Alrek
groaned.

Swallowing
heavily, Esa stepped forward with the blanket and began rubbing it across his
chest. “You are very wet,” she whispered.

“
Já
.”

“Wet
all over.”

“
Já
.”

“I
must dry you.” She must. It was her duty to look after the man who had been so
kind to her. But would he let her look after him in other ways too? He clearly
needed release.

Esa
rubbed her way down his stomach, across the firm ridges, skimming the head of
his arousal. He closed his eyes and she heard his heavy breaths. Before she
could become distracted, she stepped around behind him and worked across his shoulders
and firm rear. She had to stand on tiptoes to dry the tops of his shoulders. The
heat building between them increased the scent of him. The earthy masculine
aroma made arousal drip between her legs.

When
she came back around, she dropped to her knees and dried his legs. She stared
up at him to find him watching her closely, his expression intense. Her face
hovered near his cock. Dare she be so bold? Pulling on her courage, Esa brushed
the head of his arousal with her lips. Alrek hissed. Then she darted out her
tongue. The tangy taste begged her to take him into her mouth fully.

He released
a strangled sound. “Esa…”

Emboldened
by his reaction, she tried again, this time lapping up the pre-cum. His hands
came to her hair and thread into it. She took the head of him into her mouth
and he bucked his hips. Esa swirled her tongue over the silky softness and
traced the shape, teasing the underside. He pulsed against her tongue.

She
drew back to eye him once more. Veins stood out in his neck, a tortured
expression haunted his features. “More,” he demanded.

Whatever
he was fighting, he was not fighting her. Warmth took root in her chest and she
sucked his cock deep, hollowing her cheeks in an effort to bring him as much
pleasure as possible. She bobbed up and down. Taking him deep was hard. Alrek easily
matched Rennir for size and though she had been good at sucking his shaft, it
had been many years since she had done so. Still she persevered, each time
working him deeper down her throat. His encouraging sounds thrilled her.

“Enough!”
He wrapped his fingers around her arms and drew her to his feet.

He
eyed her gravely for a moment, as if deciding what to do with her. Esa remained
boneless in his hold. The sight of him gloriously naked had stolen any strength
from her long ago.

With
a muttered curse, he swooped down and claimed her lips. The kiss seared,
shooting desire to her core. Her pussy clenched as his tongue explored her
mouth without apology. He drank greedily from her, like a man who had suffered
a drought. Not like a man who had recently bedded one of the other women, she
thought vaguely. His passion surprised her. Alrek was known to be careful and
considerate but his movements were frantic, desperate. It thrilled her too.
Maybe he thought of her differently than the other women. Her own heart beat
rapidly as a wealth of feelings drew to the surface.

Fingers
threading into his hair, Esa tried to match his kiss. She longed to be greedy
too. It had been three long years since someone had kissed her. She needed
this. But Alrek appeared determined to drain her until she was lifeless. She fought
for breath until he tore away, callused hands still clasping her face.

“Forgive
me, Esa. You taste of cock and sin. Of womanhood. I need to taste you so very
deeply.” His voice was guttural and harsh. The words made her knees shake.

Esa
lifted her chin. For so long she had been quiet and obedient. She had played
the grieving wife well. Indeed, she was deeply grieved to have lost Rennir, but
how much longer could she live this empty shell of a life?

“I
need to taste you too.”

“You
have tasted my cock.” Alrek’s lips twitched.

“
Já
,
but I need more.”

“I
shall give you more,” he told her sincerely.

When
he kissed her again, Esa found herself able to respond, to explore his mouth
fully. His lips were still hard, his tongue demanding but she felt more equal to
him now. She spread her hands over his chest and explored the dips and sinew of
him. Warm to touch, his skin sent tingles of anticipation through her until her
stomach bunched with anticipation.

Alrek
drew back. “I must see you now.”

“You
must,” she breathed. The idea of being naked in front of him made her head
swim. He had bedded many beautiful women. Once she had considered herself a
beauty but she felt the years and grief had taken its toll. However, the need
to feel his skin on hers forced her hand to the hem of her skirts. She
undressed quickly and stood for him like an offering.

His
sharp intake of breath echoed through the hut. “Esa, by the gods… Odin himself
would be jealous of what I have before me.

She
viewed him from behind a strand of loose hair. His genuine look of amazement
made her heart swell. She unclamped her hands from in front of her and opened
them to him. He took a step forward and scooped her up. The shock of his skin
against hers, her breasts crushed against the solid chest, made her gasp.

He
carried her to the bed and she found herself laid out on the furs. They tickled
her skin as he set about positioning her. She went to touch him but he pressed
her hand back above her head. “Do not move,” he ordered gently. “I would view
you properly before I am lost in your heat.”

She
nodded stiffly, unable to voice any kind of response. The way his gaze tracked
her body and his fingers took in each soft swell and indent had yet more
arousal gathering in her cunt. He laid her other arm above her head and set
about unbinding her hair. Then he feathered it out around her. Her breasts were
lifted high. Taut nipples ached for his touch—or his mouth—but he did not give
her what she needed. Instead he continued his torturous exploration.

Alrek
lifted her knees and spread her wide. Two rough fingers came either side of her
pussy lips and parted her for him. He gazed down on her, so close that she felt
his breaths against her delicate skin and her pussy pulsed.

“You
glisten for me.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “You smell sweeter than Valhalla.
I cannot wait to take a taste of you.”

“Alrek,”
she pleaded, in hopes he would do just that.

But
he ignored her plea and rolled her over. Her cheek flat against the furs, she
felt his hands on her hips, coaxing her to lift them. He kneaded and rolled her
buttocks before spreading them like he had her cunt. A finger swept her
juncture, pausing at her puckered hole. She had to hold herself still to keep
from bucking onto it. Rennir had taught her much about the joys of anal sex but
it had been a long time since she’d had a Viking cock in there. She would
struggle to take Alrek’s.

 “So
beautiful, so perfect. Every part of you begs to be filled. Esa, tell me now,
do you need my cock? Tell me otherwise and I shall leave. We shall forget this
ever happened.”

“No,
please. I need to filled, Alrek. I need your cock.”

“Then
you shall have it, sweet one.”

The
sudden intrusion of a thick finger shocked her. She was wet enough to take it
easily but it had been so long since she’d felt anything other than her own
slender fingers. She reared up to meet the strong thrust. He repeated the
action and then added a second finger, stretching her.

“You
are tight, so very tight. You will feel amazing around my cock.”

Esa
could only mumble her agreement. Satisfaction, deeper than anything she could
bring herself already stirred in her veins. Alrek used his other hand to slap
her cunt lightly. The light blows stimulated her clit and her sex clamped down
on the fingers now working harder and faster. She gripped her pillow when Alrek
increased the speed. He appeared determined to take her to the edge and she
went along eagerly. The hand that had been teasing her clit now came around and
a finger pressed against her rosebud. She let out a sound of protest but her
impending climax made it weak. However, he did not press in as expected. Just
let the finger sit there, putting slight pressure on her tight hole. Her whole
body pulsed and shuddered, pushed over the edge by the smallest touch and those
two thick fingers. She collapsed fully and let out a long, low cry.