The Slave's Barbarian Lover

by Alicia Reynolds

  “You will always be safe and free with me,” Bjorn replied. She needed to know that he would do anything and everything to take care of her and protect her and her freedom.

  Bjorn began to feel slightly uncomfortable. He’d never been this erect for this long before. With a grimace, he moved slightly away from Lili.

  She moved with him, pressing her backside against him.

  “Don’t, please,” she said, biting her lip.

  Bjorn could deny her nothing, so he pushed himself back against her. He watched, almost in a daze, as Lili raised her arm and rotated it behind her to rest it on his side. He could bear anything for Lili. Then, most unexpectedly, Lili slid herself forward and slid her tiny hand down between them, grasping Bjorn’s solid pole.

  Bjorn grunted in surprise, his cock jerking in arousal. Her hand felt so small and so soft on his cock. She couldn’t even closer her fingers around him. Then she began working his cock, up and down, slowly gently at first.

  “You helped me finish, it’s only fair that I help you, too,” Lili said, looking toward the ground and blushing even more, somehow.

  Bjorn grunted again, but reached out and gently turned Lili’s head so he could look into her eyes. Lili gave his cock a little squeeze, and Bjorn’s eyes rolled back in his head, a little “ah” slipping out between his lips.

  Emboldened now, Lili rolled on the cloak to face Bjorn. She brought her other hand down to his cock and started working it more seriously with both hands. Bjorn looked down his body toward her, then leaned forward and kissed Lili. His tongue pressed against her lips, encouraging them to open, sliding in and out, dancing with her tongue. His tongue reflected his needs and desires, and Lili began increasing the pace of her hands on his shaft to match the speed of their duelling tongues.

  Lili slid one hand all the way down Bjorn’s cock and kept going. She cradled his balls, gently squeezing first one and then the other. Bjorn gasped and let out a soft growl, deep in his throat. Lili tasted of fruit and sweetness, fresh and ripe and he wanted more of her, didn’t want to stop until he devoured her. Lili’s hand slid all the way to the top of his raging erection, closing over the head before sliding back down to his balls, again and again.

  Every time she her hand reached the head of his cock, he felt like he would explode. His whole body burnt with his desire for her, and as her pace quickened, he began thrusting into her hand. His cock sliding up and down against her belly, his cockhead constantly feeling the friction. Then, with a loud groan, he exploded. Lili didn’t stop, milking more and more out of him until, exhausted, he gently put a hand on hers, compelling her to stop. Bjorn’s whole body felt completely drained, as though he had no more muscles.

  When he could finally move again, Bjorn opened his eyes and what he saw startled him. Lili’s body, from belly button to neck, was coated in his fluids. Some had even landed on her face and in her hair. Far from being disgusted, Lili actually opened her mouth, scooped some off her face with her hands and licked her hands clean, the sight nearly making him cum again.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Lili

  The first spurt shooting out of Bjorn’s cock had caught Lili by surprise as it splashed warmly across her face. The second and third time, Lili was prepared, as thick ropes sprayed onto her body, across belly and onto her tits. Lili licked her lips, feeling that some of his release had landed on them, tasting his salty stickiness. Lili found that she adored the taste of her man, her protector, her Bjorn.

  Lili saw the look on Bjorn’s face and felt the twitching of his cock as she licked the saltiness from her face, and it encouraged her to taste more of it. Using her fingers, she smeared some of his cum along her face towards her mouth. The feel of Bjorn, the taste of him, sent shivers down to her core, starting up her excitement again. She wanted more. She wanted whatever she could get with Bjorn.

  Lili leaned in to kiss Bjorn, her hands still gripping his cock. She lightly kissed his eyes, his cheeks, his nose and then, very gently, barely grazed his mouth with hers. She felt his cock, which had begun to soften, twitch to a sudden, strong hardness. Once again her hands could not wrap around him.

  She felt Bjorn’s hands reach around her, grasping her buttocks, kneading at them as he pulled her toward him. Lili shifted her hands, reaching around Bjorn to grasp at his muscular ass. Bjorn thrust himself toward her, his rock hard buttocks firm in her tiny hands. She felt his cock pressing into her stomach, and felt as though butterfly wings gently caressed her all over, the tingling all centered on her virgin cleft.

  Lili felt Bjorn move one hand in between them as he gave her a questioning look. Lili, face red with desire, bit her lip, then nodded at him to go ahead. She knew that the next part might hurt. She’d heard from other slaves who’d been forced to perform for their owners what a woman’s first time might feel like. Lili was glad, though, that her own arousal would help smooth Bjorn’s entry into her.

  Lili felt the tip of Bjorn’s cock nudging at her soaked, gaping hole, the tip rubbing up and down against her sensitive nub. Lili felt her juices flowing even harder now and moaned in desire. She needed Bjorn like she needed air, water, food. No, she needed him more than all of those things. She needed him now and felt like she would die without him, but those things, she could live without them for a little while.

  Finally, Lili felt the tip of Bjorn’s cock nudge its way into her welcoming entrance. She felt Bjorn slowly push himself into her, pausing to give her a chance to accommodate his size. Bit by bit, he eased his cock into her, and Lili heard him moaning in pleasure, then heard her own moans in response. More, she needed more of him. Lili tried to thrust herself down onto him some more, but Bjorn grabbed her hips and held them in place.

  “No. Don’t rush,” he said, his voice a gravelly rumble.

  Then Lili felt it, Bjorn’s cock had reached her maidenhead. With one sharp thrust, Bjorn burst through. Lili gasped and felt a bit of pain as Bjorn tore away the last remnants of her virginity. Lili cried out and pressed her face against Bjorn’s strong shoulder, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

  Then Lili nipped at Bjorn’s shoulder, and Bjorn resumed easing his way in. They could both smell Lili’s arousal, her increasing lubrication easing Bjorn’s passage. Finally, Bjorn stopped, his balls resting against Lili. Lili had never felt so full before, and she never wanted to stop feeling this way. But something about this made her want even more. Almost as though had read her mind, Lili felt Bjorn begin to pull out, away from her, her hips following his as if to try and keep him inside her forever.

  Bjorn began to slowly, rhythmically, rock his body, moving in and out of Lili. Each time he bottomed out, Lili gave a little gasp of pleasure. Her mouth found his, and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. Their tongues thrust back and forth, mimicking the motions of their hips. On each withdrawal, Bjorn’s cock rubbed against a sensitive bundle of nerves just inside her, sending thrills of excitement and desire through her whole body.

  Bjorn’s slow pace began to feel like a tease, keeping Lili worked up, building her toward an epic orgasm, but never quite getting her there. In frustration born of arousal, Lili rolled herself on top of Bjorn, forcing Bjorn to roll onto his back or slide out of her completely. Lili felt quite pleased that Bjorn rolled onto his back to stay in her.

  Now Lili could set the pace, riding up and down on Bjorn’s massive cock, her huge tits bouncing around until Bjorn reached up to hold them. His massive hands dwarfed her breasts as he took her nipples in between his fingers and squeezed. Lili let out a low moan, deep in her throat, at the combined pleasure of the pressure on her sensitive nipples and the cock pushing her ever closer to an orgasm.

  Bjorn released one of Lili’s nipples and brought his hand down between the two of them, his finger coming to her clitoris and rubbing it in time with their movements. Within moments, stars flashed in front of her eyes and, with a barely contained screaming moan, she came. Lili’s pussy clenched around Bjorn’s cock, grabbing and holding him tightly,
and she felt pulse after pulse of his seed being sent deep inside her.

  Lili collapsed on top of Bjorn, gasping, still seeing lightning bolts flashing behind her eyelids, her whole body quivering for several more minutes. Both she and Bjorn were covered in sweat and the inside of the bearskin rug smelt of their love. Pressed up against his body so closely, Lili became aware of Bjorn’s scent, earthy and green, fresh somehow, beneath the smell they had created together.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Bjorn

  Bjorn looked down at the beautiful brunette collapsed on his body, breathing rhythmically. He brought his hand up and tangled it in her hair, brushing her long locks down her back. Slowly, gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, amazed that he had found this woman, that she chose him as much as he chose her.

  Eventually, reluctantly, Bjorn spoke.

  “Lili, we need to get cleaned up,” he said.

  He loved the feel of her name in his mouth. Just saying her name excited him, made him surge with strength and energy beyond his normal, deep reserves. Lili. The name flowed as smoothly as honey. She belonged to him now, which meant that he now had responsibility for her, for protecting her, as well as for loving her.

  Lili looked up at him, her beautiful brown eyes meeting his.

  “How much would I prefer to stay here, like this, with you, forever, Bjorn?” She said, the words slipping drowsily out of her mouth.

  He thrilled to hear his name coming out of her mouth. Again.

  “I would too, but we must return to my people,” he replied. “Come, there’s a stream nearby where we can rinse ourselves.”

  Lili put her arms around Bjorn’s neck. Very slowly and carefully, Bjorn stood up, Lili hanging from his neck. He grinned down at her, surprised that she kept hanging on. Her tiny body dangled from his neck, her cleft coming to rest along his cock. Much to his surprise, Bjorn felt himself rising to the occasion. He’d been sure he had nothing left to give, but here Lili had found a way to draw more out of him than he knew he had.

  Lili adjusted herself slightly, the hairs around her cleft rubbing on Bjorn’s cock. Bjorn felt Lili pull herself slightly up his body, throwing her legs around his waist, her hips lowering again as her feet locked together around his buttocks. Bjorn reached down and took hold of Lili’s ample rear with his massive hands, kneading her buttocks, pulling her against him.

  Bjorn’s cock now nestled up against Lili’s pussy, and he heard her moan softly in his ear as he brushed the head of shaft against her clit. The sound of her growing arousal increasing his own excitement, and he felt the blood rush to his cock, returning it to its fullest hardness. He felt Lili’s hips begin to buck against him, the lips of her sex opening to accept the head of his cock. Her wetness enveloped him, and he felt Lili pull herself upward on his body again, then begin to lower herself slowly along his mighty pole.

  Up and down Lili moved, her eyes becoming hooded with her arousal, Bjorn pushing forward to meet her, his cock sliding in and out of her. Cupping her buttocks with one hand, Bjorn brought his other hand to Lili’s magnificent breast, squeezing her nipple and running circles around the areola with his finger. Lili rewarded his efforts by moaning, her writhing on his cock increasing in speed. Soon she bounced up and down on him so quickly he could barely keep up.

  Bjorn’s breathing became shallower, faster, as did Lili’s. Bjorn felt Lili squeeze his cock inside her pussy before she slid down the full length of his shaft. Bjorn moved his hand from her breast down to her cleft, dipping it into her wetness and rubbing her clit swiftly, rhythmically, driving Lili mad with arousal and desire.

  Bjorn could feel her wetness pouring down his cock, his balls and onto his leg. He began pistoning in and out of her faster and faster, taking hold of Lili under her armpits, thrusting his rock hard cock into her, faster and faster and faster, their breathing becoming shallower, more rushed, little soft moans and groans of lust escaping her mouth, growls and groans building in his throat, and then, with an almost audible explosion, they both came together, Lili’s tiny body sucking up everything Bjorn had to offer, Bjorn becoming covered in Lili’s fluids.

  Still gasping, Bjorn gently slipped out of Lili, cradled her in his arms, and slowly, cautiously walked to the stream. He stepped into the ice cold water, taking Lili with him. With great care, he slowly lowered her, feet first, into the gently flowing stream.

  Lili gasped at the cold and Bjorn grinned at her.

  “The cold is good for you. Keeps you healthy,” he said.

  Bjorn watched as Lili’s nipples hardened, not in arousal this time, but in response to the cold. Bjorn gently splashed water onto her stomach, helping her rinse off some of the evidence of their earlier love-making. Lili gasped again in surprise, but didn’t try to stop him. Bjorn poured water onto Lili’s chest as well, cleaning her off some more.

  “Now your head,” he said. “You must duck under the water to finish cleaning.”

  I will not! This water’s freezing! I swear it’s colder than the water you pulled me from earlier,” Lili replied, not eager to feel that cold again.

  “You must,” Bjorn said simply.

  With a grumble of acceptance, Lili ducked her head under the water, the sheer cold making her exhale sharply. When she pulled her head out of the water, she gasped for air and shook her soaked hair out of her face.

  “That’s better,” grinned Bjorn, who lay in the water, scrubbing his skin with pebbles and sand.

  Bjorn watched Lili jump out of the water as quickly as she could and run over to rummage through the saddlebags. She found one of Bjorn’s shirts and pulled it over her as a massive dress before huddling into the bearskin cape, using it as a bed and blanket.

  Bjorn slowly stepped out of the water, brushing as much of the water off with his hands as he could, shaking it back into the stream. He walked back to the pile of his clothes and used his shirt to dry himself off.

  “You hungry?” He asked Lili.

  “St-st-starved,” she managed to say through chattering teeth.

  Bjorn nodded and began gathering up wood to build a fire and do some cooking. He’d been to this village before, long before the Romans turned up, and felt pretty confident that they had a hidden larder dug into the ground somewhere. He hoped the Romans had missed it when they came through, otherwise they’d be stuck eating dried meat from the saddlebags and whatever he could forage.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lili

  Lili shivered under the cloak, glad for its relative warmth. Honestly, she thought that had been a terrible way to wash off, especially after her fall into freezing water the previous night had proved so nearly disastrous. She felt completely famished from all that shivering and everything she and Bjorn had shared.

  Still, shortly after Bjorn left to forage up some food, Lili fell asleep, completely shattered from hours of lovemaking, her lithe form wrapped in the bearskin. She awoke some time later to the smell of sausages and bacon being cooked on an open fire. She peaked through a gap at the top of the blanket and saw Bjorn holding a pan over the fire he’d prepared in this house’s old fireplace, with bacon, sausages and other preserved meats in it. Lili watched as he flipped them with his knife, ensuring no side got too badly charred.

  Bjorn stabbed the meat and pulled it off the pan and onto two flat, polished pieces of wood, bringing one over to Lili. Lili sat up as he approached, the cloak wrapped around her body just exposing her shoulders and upper chest. As Bjorn handed Lili her plate, she took it with both hands, allowing the cloak to fall, pooling around her. Lili felt her nipples pucker, partly against the cold, but also partly because of the hungry look on Bjorn’s face. She realised they must be visibly poking through the shirt she wore as dress. Lili blushed, but saw the desire in Bjorn’s eyes, feeling a pulse of energy flow through her, terminating at her pussy. With a little shiver, Lili pulled the cloak back up around her, using her other hand to hold onto the plate.

  “Where’d you find this, anyway?” She asked. “This pl
ace looks abandoned.”

  Bjorn’s face darkened. “It is. The Romans came and ransacked this village, taking everything they had, including the people. The people who used to live here are either dead now or slaves of the Roman Empire.”

  “I knew these people,” he went on. “And I know where they stored their food for the winter, in secret larders dug into the earth. The one I found was full and I managed to scavenge these and some other food,” he said, his tone softening slightly.

  Lili took a bite out of the sausage. She’d never tasted anything quite like it. The Romans did not eat like this, that was certain. The sausage’s juices ran down her face. She stuck out her tongue to lick up as much as she could, brushing the rest off with her hands. Lili noticed that Bjorn paused in eating his sausage to watch her lick her face.

  He cleared his throat. “I hope you like it. I know this isn’t the sort of thing that Roman slaves usually have to eat.” He looked surprisingly worried about her opinions.

  “It’s really good,” Lili said, taking another bite.