Wanted by the Viking (3 page)

Five

              Kendra stared up at the enormous warrior in the firelight. He looked like a totem, his bulging muscles carved from strong wood to intimidate an enemy. His hand was wrapped around her ankle, practically swallowing it with the sheer size of his palm.

              He could kill her with those hands. Easily.

              But he wouldn't. Now that the moment had come, she knew that he would not harm her.

              That didn't mean she wasn't uneasy about what was to come. The hunger in his eyes was doing strange things to her. Making her feel warm all over.

              Especially in the secret place between her legs. The flesh there felt strangely sensitive and exposed as he stared directly at the juncture between her thighs.

              Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest, it was racing so hard. Now she knew how a rabbit felt, with a pack of wolves at her heels.

              He was grinning at her as he pried her thighs apart, his hands sliding up her body to her breasts. She gasped as his huge calloused hands closed over her tits, making them both moan at the pleasure the contact afforded them. He backed away abruptly and stripped his hose off, the huge phallus beneath springing free.

             
Sweet Jesu!

              She couldn't tear her eyes away from his enormous member. Grayson was deformed- his shaft long and thicker than what was natural. He was overly large to say the least. Obscenely and grotesquely so.

             
Now she was frightened.

              He must have heard her sharp inhale of breath. He reached out and caught her, just as she tried to scuttle across the bed to the other side.

              "Where do you think you are going woman?"

              "Please Grayson! It is too large! T'will never fit!"

              He chuckled, climbing on top of her.

              "It will fit. I will see to it. But first, I'll have a taste of you!"

              She stiffened up as he lowered his tawny head to her apex, his breath fanning her nether lips. Was he really going to eat her? She struggled in his arms until she felt his tongue against her. Then she froze.

             
Ohhhhh…

              The feeling of his tongue lapping at her femininity was more than she could bear. She screamed.

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              Grayson was in Valhalla. There was no other comparison to the sweet feel of the healer's high tits in his hands, or the taste of her sweet little slit on his tongue. She'd been shy at first, but now she lay pliant and unresisting.

              "Hmmmm… you taste delicious sweeting."

              He was so busy with her plump little nether lips that he didn't notice her stiffen up until she shrieked as if the earth had opened up beneath her!

              For a moment he thought that she’d seen a mouse. Or a spider. But no- she was watching in disgust as he pleasured her with his tongue.

              He reared back, totally offended. Kendra's chest was rising and falling rapidly. She looked horrified.

              “You promised to be agreeable!”

              “Please Grayson! Tis not what I expected.”

"You are trying to release yourself from our bargain! The raid will resume if you do not hold up your side of things!"

              "Nay Grayson- I- please-"

              He frowned, staring hungrily at the distraught beauty above him.

              "I was merely startled. I swear. Please…"

              He tilted his head, considering.

              "No one had pleasured you in this way before?"

              "Nay."

              He smiled suddenly.

              "Then I am happy to be the first. Now settle back sweeting and I will make you scream in pleasure."

              She nodded and lay back, soft and sweet once again. He resumed tasting her, being sure to rub his finger against her jewel. He used the lightest touch, like a butterfly wing. He was rewarded with a soft moan.

              Grayson redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue deep into her honey pot until he felt her start to shudder around him. Her body arched off the bed and she cried out again, sweetly this time.

              He grinned and lifted himself over her, guiding the tip of his cock to her juicy lips.

              "Sweet Odin, you are tight!"

              He pushed inside her, stretching her tiny opening with his thick shaft. He grunted at the feel of her hugging him so tightly. He was straining with the effort of holding himself back. He wanted to plunge inside her and take what was his!

              And by Odin, he would!

              Grayson thrust deeply inside her, wrenching a whimper of pain from the writhing woman beneath him. He stared down at her, realization dawning.

              She had been a maid. His sweet woman had never known the body of another man! Pride and understanding filled him, equal to the pleasure on his shaft. No wonder she had been so difficult to woo!

              "Shhhhh sweeting it is over. You should have told me you were untouched!"

              He was smiling widely as he began to ride her, knowing he was the first making it all the sweeter! Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at him helplessly. He could tell she was uncomfortable but he could not stop now if fifty warriors tried to pry him loose!

He groaned with the pleasure of her unrelenting tightness wrapped around his shaft.

              "You will get used to my size Kendra. You will come to crave it."

              He grasped a soft hip with one hand and a breast with the other. Then he unleashed all the passion he'd been holding back over the long year. For so long he had wanted her and her alone. And now she was his.

              He felt her body start to peak again beneath him. It sent him quickly over the edge. Grayson bellowed as his seed erupted from his shaft. On and on it went as he unloaded his essence into her waiting womb. She squeezed him instinctively, milking his shaft of the last drop.

              With a satisfied smile he rolled to his side, heaving Kendra up against him.

              All was well in the world.

Six

              Kendra poured the herbs into a cup, mashing them thoroughly before adding the sweet wine her friend Willa pressed on her. She drank deeply.

              It had been only two days since Grayson and his warriors took control of the Inn. So much had changed in that time.

             
She
had changed.

              Today, she was both patient and healer.

              Sweet Jesu she was sore.

              Willa shook her head in sympathy. She was well aware of the voracious sexual appetites of the head warrior. Everyone in the Inn was. The surrounding countryside as well most likely. He was loud enough in his taking of her!

              "It will pass."

              "I swear Willa, I never could have imagined the creativity of the man!"

              Willa chuckled. Kendra had told her how Grayson had taken her in ways that made her head spin. He'd had her up against the wall, taken her from behind, and once with her on top while he moved her like a rag doll.

              He'd also brought her to the heights of ecstasy each time.

              She shook her head, finally understanding what the fuss was about. But enough was enough. She had work to do and must be on her way.

              "Are you sure Kendra? You seem fond of the man, for all his gruffness."

              "I am sure. If I stay another day he will never let me go. I value my independence too much!"

              Willa nodded.

              "Alright Kendra. Tonight, while he sleeps you must leave."

              "But I am afraid that he will harm you Willa!"

              Willa shook her head.

              "His bark is far worse than his bite. Just look how he dotes on you."

              Kendra snorted. Doting was not the right word. Devouring was more like it.

              Just then his loud bellow could be heard throughout the Inn.

              "I have need of you woman!"

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              Grayson was enjoying his woman again, the snug fit of her womanhood wrapped around his shaft sending him to Valhalla and back. He groaned as he plunged into her depths again and again.

              "Sweet Odin!"

              She shuddered beneath him as he brought her to completion. He grinned down at her smugly while she tossed and turned on the bed, making those sweet womanly cries he had come to treasure.

              He grunted as his shaft twitched inside her, letting loose a heavy stream of his seed. With each mating, his hunger for her only seemed to grow. He had many things he wanted to try with his new woman- and try again!

              With a groan he lifted himself from her, pulling his cock from her still quivering sheath. What a woman she was! And she was his!

              He kissed her and pulled her against him. He would have her again soon. But not before he rested a spell. Rutting took the life from a man! But it was worth it.

              By Odin, it was!

              Grayson's lids grew heavy, sending him to a blissful slumber in moments.

              He awoke with a start, sensing that something was amiss. The room was dark, the afternoon sun having set long ago. He must have slept through the evening meal. He frowned, seeing that Kendra was not in the room.

              He rose and dressed, deciding not to bellow for her to attend him. He knew it offended her tender sensibilities. That made him think of her other tender parts… he decided to have her again before eating. Food could wait, the rising shaft in his hose could not.

              When he went downstairs he found several drunk Vikings but no Kendra. He checked the hot springs and the chamber that the Innkeeper and his wife had taken.

              No one had seen the Healer.

              A cold feeling was settling in the pit of his stomach.

              He ran outside to the stables and saw that her donkey was gone.

              She'd run from him. The woman had actually defied him. And after all the pleasure he had given her!

             
She belonged to him by Odin!

              Rage and despair filled his chest causing him to shout in anger.

              "Kennndddrrrrraaaa!"

Seven

              Kendra was grinning as she rode down the road in darkness. She'd done it! She'd outwitted the big oaf.

              The big, oversexed oaf.

              She patted her donkey Marshmallow's neck affectionately, giving her a good scratch behind the ear.

              "Nearly free my friend."

              She adjusted her seat on the donkey's back. She'd had to leave behind her cart for expediency. No matter, she had all that she needed close at hand thanks to her generous friend Willa. Everything but a place to spend the night! She had meant to find lodging before dark but there had been nothing for miles. Up ahead she could smell smoke and see a large cluster of bon fires.

              That meant only one thing.

              A festival.

              Most likely it was a harvest celebration. The farther you got from the coast, the more the people clung to the old ways. Then again, there was a comfort and familiarity about the old ways. She certainly took no issue with it. Besides, it was the answer to all of her prayers.

              A feeling of relief swept through her. It was the perfect place to ply her trade and hide in plain sight. She pressed her thighs to the donkey's flanks and hastened down the road. She could admit now that she was still nervous, certain that Grayson was at her heels. Marshmallow was a loyal friend, but she was not fast.

              Normally, Kendra had no reason to go fast. But today, she made haste. The donkey looked at her askance but did her best to trot down the road at double speed.

              The first tent they passed was for the leeches. It was still open at this hour, the flaps held open as a man wailed inside. A pot bellied man leant over the man, plying a leg injury with what looked like dung.

              Kendra wrinkled her nose. The male healers that had come into fashion of late were the bane of her existence. They used poor practices, were unclean and for good reasons, seemed to be threatened by women healers such as she.

              Wisely, she decided to steer clear as she slipped off Marshmallow's back and eased into the crowd, winding her way as far as she could get. There was a large communal fire every fifty feet or so. She found one that seemed to have more families than drunkards and hunkered down.

              It was around dawn when she realized her mistake.

              The women and children she'd taken refuge with were not families.

              They were slaves.

              She woke to find a dagger pointed at her chest and a filthy looking man leering at her from above.

              "What do you think you are doing?"

              He reached for her chest but she swatted him away.

              "I am protected by my status as Healer. Cease this at once."

              He frowned at her stupidly. Please Jesu let the man be bright enough to understand her words.

              "Does my red cloak not look familiar?"

              He was still frowning. Then he grinned suddenly.

              "Then I will take your cloak."

              She almost moaned in frustration. He was indeed stupid. Just not stupid enough.

              "I am much recognized in these parts. It would be unwise."

              He seemed to waffled for a moment before nodding.

              "Tis a shame. I'd like to get my hands on those nice round tits of yours."

              She stiffened but said nothing, simply scooting away from the knife.

              "Very well healer, then you can look after one of my women. She's in birth and struggling."

              She wanted nothing more than to be gone from this place. But she nodded curtly. If the woman needed her help, she was honor bound to help her.

              He led the way to a small tent farther from the fire. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust. When they did, she gasped, nearly choking on the fetid air in the room. A woman lay there, her belly close to bursting. Her face was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her eyes were unfocused. She was only half conscious, if that.

              "She's good stock. I'd hate to loose her."

              Kendra glanced at the man in disgust.

              "How long has she been like this?"

              "Two days. Maybe more. I don't have time for this."

              Kendra could have kicked the man. He obviously had no concern for this woman, other than her monetary value. He made her sick. But the woman needed her help so she straightened her back and turned to him.

              "I need clean water- hot and cold. Clothes and a small fire nearby."

              He just grunted and disappeared without a word. Kendra rolled her eyes and began by tying the tent flaps back to let in some air. A moment later two small and dirty faces appeared in the opening. He'd obviously sent two slaves to attend her.

              "Are you here to help me?"

              The children nodded submissively.

              "Build a fire about five feet out. One of you lead my donkey over here. Don't worry, she doesn't bite. Then we'll need water and clean bedding."

              Kendra glanced at the pregnant woman. She'd been lying in her own filth for days. Kendra sighed and pulled her cloak off, rolling up her sleeves. Then she leaned over the insensible woman.

              "My name is Kendra. I'm here to help you. What's your name?"

              The woman blinked but said nothing.

              "Carina."

              She turned to see one of the children was back, holding a stack of semi clean cloths. They would have to do.

              "Her name is Carina."

              "I see. Thank you. And your name is?"

              "Gerda."

              The child stepped forward and Kendra realized that she was a mature woman. Just small and by the looks of it, close to starving.

              "Thank you Gerda. What are the chances you can get me some clean water?"

              They worked through the night, massaging Carina's belly until they induced labor. Before dawn a healthy baby girl was born. The mother seemed to fade away in front of them, never fully gaining consciousness.

              The slaver entered the tent as the dawn was beginning to light the sky, looking around with a marked lack of interest. He spat on the ground in disgust and pulled the child from Gerda's arms. Kendra followed him out of the tent.

              "Where are you taking it?"

              "To the wolves. A child without a mother is a burden. It will be years before I can turn a profit on it."

              Kendra felt a chill clear to her bones. She would not allow this to happen!

              "It is customary to offer a healer payment for her services."

              The slaver looked at her slyly, already looking for a way out.

              "Is that so? Even if the patient dies?"

              She nodded solemnly.

              "Yes. But we also accept goods in place of coin. For example, I would accept this child as payment."

              He nodded eagerly.

              "Fine fine. You take it. Be gone with you."

              Kendra took the child and walked to her donkey. Marshmallow greeted her with a soft nudge to her side. Kendra took one last look at the two slaves who had spent the night with her tending Carina. She waved to them sadly, wishing she could help somehow.

              She rode off, leaving the festival far behind.

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              Grayson stood by the fire, holding the slave peddler high in the air.

              "Did you touch her?"

              "No! No! I let her take the child and she went on her way!"

              "When was this?"

              "A day ago- no- less!"

              "If you touched her in any way I will kill you! And it will not be quick!"

              He glanced around the sad faces of the slaves who huddled together fearfully. He frowned. He'd never seen this side of slavery. Vikings used their captives for labor or pleasure, but they were well tended to and clean. This was an affront to his senses!

              The decision made, he went about snuffing out this wormy little man quickly. Grayson used his knife to slice open the man's gut. He dropped him and turned to the stunned looking slaves.

              "Did any of you see which way she went?"

              They looked at him fearfully. Dirty and half starved, they were a pitiful looking lot to be sure. One of them stood up, clearly braver than the rest.

              "She was kind. We won't help you find her."

              He rolled his eyes.

              "I won't hurt her. She's my woman. She needs protection on the road."

              The little slave seemed to think this over before nodding.

              "Alright. She took the road that way."

              He smiled at her and glanced at the sad looking group of women and children. Then he did something unexpected. He tossed them some coin.

              "You're free now. Make your way from here, and quickly."

              The young woman picked up the pouch and rewarded him with an incredulous smile. Behind him he heard his warriors groan. They were still grumbling about the lack of marauding they were doing as Grayson led them to the road.

              "Come on then, we must find her before it gets too dark."