by Desconhecido
“So—if you’d lost? I’d belong to the other one?” She couldn’t help sound a little worried.
“Yeah, Djuri would own you.” He stroked out her hair. “But I didn’t. And I won’t.”
“This will happen again?” She felt slightly ill. She’d just started to feel safe in his company. How often will this happen?
“Doubtful. These men don’t know me well enough to know better. Wild one, Eirik doesn’t keep me close to protect me. I’ve earned that spot the hard way.” He spoke with the confidence of a seasoned warrior. He gently started on the other braid. “It’ll take someone a lot better than Djuri to take you away from me. And we can talk about this later, after.” He stroked across her cheek and lips, pressing his finger against them to quiet her.
She whispered softly, “Want to make sure they all know you prefer women as well?”
He jerked back and glared at her with narrowed eyes for a moment. “You have doubts?” He urged her toward the sleeping platform
She snorted and snapped out, “No!” Her finger circled a nipple. His breath caught. She smiled seductively. “Just wanted to know how loud I should get.”
He stroked her face with the side of his hand, then cupped her chin. “Get as loud as you really feel like. No need for putting on a show.”
She nodded and caressed his chest then bent to suck his nipples as her hand stroked lower. He moaned softly when she firmly stroked his cock. She loosened his pants enough to run her hand inside and caressed him with firm slow glides as his breath heaved and soft sighs and moans escaped his lips. As always, it made her feel better to have some control over him. Her own desire began to flower. She sucked one nipple hard, pulling it out before letting it snap back. He cried out softly and his hand flexed in her hair.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered with a strong but sultry voice.
His demanding stance unnerved her a bit, but she unlaced her top. He watched with passion clear on his face, a hunger that thrilled and frightened her. As soon as she’d loosened it enough to slide off her shoulders, his hands found her, teasing, caressing her breasts free. Desire flowed from his fingers. She whimpered softly with need. Her breath heaved her pert breasts up and down as he chased her nipples to hardness.
One hand slid up her chest and neck to cup her jaw softly. She stared into his passion-filled eyes until he bent to take her mouth with his own. His hungry, urgent kiss tingled all the way to her toes. She leaned into him.
His grip tightened reflexively as his tongue chased hers into her mouth.
She felt a brief surge of fear and her breath froze. He backed off, letting her go.
She gathered herself, letting her gaze drift down to his very hard cock straining against his pants. Swiftly she freed it and dropped to her knees to lick him. He moaned and rested his hands on her head. She felt slightly trapped but sucked him in an almost violent caress, her lips quivering around him. He gasped and moaned.
She sucked harder—one hand gripping his balls, the other sought a spot farther back. He gasped and clutched at her head when she found it. She firmly massaged it as her tongue and lips worked his pole. Suddenly he pulled out and pushed her back.
“Oh gods you’re good at that!” His breath heaved and his hard cock followed in a provocative dance. She smiled wickedly and licked the tip. He gasped.
“Strip, and on the bed.” His voice seemed smoky with desire. A deep hunger filled his eyes, breathed out from his slightly parted lips. His desire flowed into hers.
She stood and slowly let her dress slide off her shoulders, past her waist and then around her feet. His hungry stare followed the garment, watching intensely as she stripped her undergarment off. He licked his lips when she stood naked in front of him.
Panic hit for a moment when he reached for her. He pushed her into sitting on the bed, leaving his cock at face height. She took the hint and kissed it, licked the length despite the urge to bite him instead. He moaned and grasped the back of her head to hold it as he started to thrust into her mouth.
She fought with her inner demons, against the fear left from the raiders. He must have sensed it as his touch gentled.
He let go and stepped back, chest heaving with need. He gently stroked her cheek and crawled onto the bed beside her, then behind her. He stretched out on his back, raising his hands over his head with a mischievous grin.
Eireann turned her head just enough to keep an eye on him as she fought back the fear she hated to feel. Before the pack rape, she’d eagerly sought intense lovemaking. She hated how it frightened her now and felt even more determined to overcome it. His simple gesture, meant to put her at ease, brought a slight smile to her lips. Somehow he understood and seemed willing to work with her.
She turned and straddled him, leaning forward, inviting him to kiss her breasts. She gasped as he complied. He licked circles around it, then sucked the nipple lightly. His other hand cupped the other breast, thumb stroking over the stiff point. She whimpered and pressed against his chest. She swelled with desire. She moved her hips in a soft circle, rubbing her clit on the soft hair just above his hard cock.
He sucked her harder. She threw her head back and moaned. She thrust against him harder. He carefully tensed his muscles to keep her from squashing him. This time she whimpered and moaned with pleasure. He let his other hand trail lightly up her thigh. She gasped and spread as his fingers stroked her inner thigh.
She rose slightly to invite his fingers in. But he just stroked the outside. She whimpered and moaned, chasing after his touch with her wet pussy. Finally he obliged—thumb on her clit as he slid a finger inside. She gasped and cried softly. It felt awesomely good and hurt at the same time.
She pressed harder against him, needing more. A sharp pain caught her off-guard. She jerked back.
He started to speak but she covered his mouth with hers. She lay on him, his hard cock pressed against her. She kissed her way to his neck and nipped it before taking a good hold. He gasped and arched into her. She sucked his neck then moved to the other side. He gasped and cried out softly when her hand found his cock. She teased the head, then caressed it firmly. She felt him tensing, ready. She stopped and moved to his nipples. Then licked down his soft belly hair to lick his pole.
He moaned and grasped the bedding to keep from shoving her mouth onto him. He strained upward, needing release so much it almost hurt. She rolled off him and lay with her legs parted invitingly.
“Go ahead, do it right,” she breathed out. Her tongue flicked across her lips and she stroked herself. She hoped this would put an end to any question as to Fridgeir’s claim, even if it hurt. Her eyes closed in pleasure and invitation, carefully hiding the near panic she actually felt.
He rolled over and straddled her, but farther up. “Another time. Suck me, oh gods—please finish me!” He caressed her lips with the tip of his aching cock. She licked it and it jumped. He moaned and cried out as he lowered into her waiting mouth. She closed around him and sucked. His body trapping hers sent waves of terror through her but she fought it back, refused to give in.
He groaned and thrust slightly. Her hand found the base, holding tight and keeping him from going too deep. He pulled back and thrust again, groaning and crying out as he held deep and her tongue stroked him. Once more, then he cried out in ecstasy as his seed pulsed into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, her tongue dancing around his shaft. He shook and cried out again and again as waves of pleasure pulsed through him. Finally he pulled out and collapsed, gasping beside her.
She felt trapped against the wall and resented that he seemed to enjoy it so much. Anger burned hot that she couldn’t seem to enjoy it enough to finish. Silently she cursed him, the raiders and every man ever born. She turned on her side, away from him. Tears rose unbidden.
I feel more like a midland whore than I ever have and it’s his fault! I hate him—I hate myself for letting him use me like this! I hate the men who raped me and spoiled it all!
For a few hear
tbeats, anger burned the fear away. She heard him move and fear flooded her again, and with it despair that she would never be all right again, never be herself again. How much more of this can I take?
* * * *
Fridgeir drew a breath and looked over, expecting her to be wanting more. Instead, she was curled into a ball away from him. He felt completely at a loss as to what to do.
I was too rough? Or demanding? But she offered. It hit him—he’d made it clear her sister’s welfare hinged on her pleasing him. And she understood what the challenge had been about. He sighed. Now he really knew how far she’d go. He rolled to his side.
“Eireann,” he called softly with his lips just behind her ear. He really didn’t want this getting around the hall.
Gods! Next they’ll accuse me of abusing her! “Wild one, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Or frighten you or whatever it is I did.”
She stiffened slightly but didn’t answer or give any other indication she’d heard him.
“Eireann?” He started to reach for her but hesitated. Maybe she really didn’t like being touched, wasn’t just afraid of being grabbed and held. He hadn’t thought about it before. “Forgive me, I shouldn’t have been so rough.”
She wiped her face and rolled to her back. “Rough? That’s what you consider rough?” She snorted with derision.
He smiled softly and gently wiped at her tears. “Today, yes, I think that was too rough. Or is something else wrong?”
She rolled on her side with her elbow supporting her head. She stared at him a moment. She drew a breath and picked at the bedding distractedly. “It’s just, I…um…” She struggled, then shrugged. “I hate this. Not being able to enjoy it, the fear just popping up so suddenly.”
He gently stroked hair from her face. “Me too, but I’m sure you hate it more.” He gently touched her chin to get her to look at him. “It really will get better in time.”
She shrugged and rolled to her back. “Was that good enough for now, Master?” she quipped with just a hint of bitterness.
“Eireann...” His heart hurt for her but he didn’t know what to say. “Yes—more than good enough. Get some sleep.” He settled down, facing her. She sat up and grabbed some blankets over them, then rolled her back to him.
He knew he needed to say something, to try to figure out what else went wrong tonight. So he’d start with what he’d most often heard others say. He spoke gently to her rigid back.
“Eireann, it’s not easy to be a slave, to have to please me. But it doesn’t make you a whore, or less than you were. It just is. I’ve been told that being a Northland slave is better than being a midland wife. At least we try to please.” That sounded way better in my head.
She rolled onto her back. “I am not a gutless midland wife! And I am your whore. What else do you call a woman who sells herself to a man?” Her voice wavered slightly.
He stared at her in total confusion. “I took you—you didn’t sell yourself.”
She snorted. “I sold myself to that chinless, spineless dog-lover and called it marriage. And now to you to save my sister. And I’d do it again!” she hissed. “I don’t need you pretending to care what I feel or want. Just let me sleep.” She rolled back over to hide the tears glistening in her eyes.
Fridgeir stared blankly at her back. Maybe using her sister wasn’t such a good idea. But then, keeping her tied down wouldn’t work well either. He sighed to himself.
What’s she going to do when she finds out Saibh’s no longer at risk? Once they left Dungar, she wouldn’t be for sale. Northland law forbade children underage from being slaves. He kept trying to think of something he could say or do to help her feel better.
Eireann stewed a while longer before rolling back over. Fridgeir still lay there looking at her.
“Why do they want me?” she asked. “Floki—that man tonight? Or are they just using me to get to you?”
Fridgeir drew a breath to collect his thoughts before answering. “You’re from the Wild Isles. Red hair is uncommon elsewhere. Try not to take offense, but women from your home have a reputation for…ah…” He tried to think of a delicate way to put it but gave up. “A reputation for enjoying varied bed sports and in particular, mouth sports. Most women of other lands aren’t so eager to do what you did so well tonight.” He smiled with admiration. “It’s why the raiders wanted to break you. It’s kind of a double-edged sword. A woman your age has the experience to be really good, but also the determination not to give in that makes keeping one as a slave difficult at best. Those young virgins don’t have the experience. So, when other men see you behaving, well, it makes you a very tempting target.”
She stared at him, slack-mouthed for a moment. Then started to laugh hysterically. He gaped in surprise. That wasn’t the response he'd expected.
“You…you want me be-because your women won’t suck you off?” she gasped out between more giggles.
He cocked his head. “Much as I’m enjoying those skills of yours, that’s not why I wanted you, still want you. Not totally. Seeing you hanging there, bloody, naked and full of fight just struck me.” He smiled with all the admiration he felt. “I suspect even among your kin, you have a rare strength. I find that almost irresistibly attractive.”
She rolled to look at him face-to-face. Her brow furrowed. “And if I’d set that strength against you instead? What then? Beat me into submission?” Her voice sounded less than joking.
Fridgeir sighed. “Not sure, but you’d probably still be tied up. And gagged.” He winked as he stroked the barely visible teeth marks on his cheek. He got more serious. “Is it really so bad? Being with me? Would you really want to join that midland worm as his wife?”
She snorted softly. “No, not really.” She sighed heavily and rolled onto her back. “Fridgeir, when you said you give as good as you get. What did you mean?” She turned her head to look at him.
An impish grin crossed his face and he leaned over as if to kiss her neck, but his teeth closed on it instead. He didn’t bite hard but it made his point.
“Oh.” She stared at the ceiling, confusion clear on her face.
He chuckled. “Now you see why I like strong women? But only if you like it. I’m not like those hairless raiders. Or even Floki. To me it’s part of being intimate, expressing passion, trusting your partner. It’s not about abuse.”
She blinked hard in thought then nodded. “Oh, I see. I think.” She paused in thought again. “So tonight, you seemed a lot more…um, forceful. That’s how you really like to be?”
He brushed the hair from her shoulder and lightly caressed her breast. “Yes, I can get a bit forceful, as you call it. Some call it demanding, controlling or even abusive. But I like it in return, as you may have noticed.”
“So—you’ve been holding back?” She turned toward him.
He nodded. “You’ve been savaged. You need time to heal and not just your body. I hope you’ll get better, learn to trust me enough so we can play freely.” He softly stroked her arm. The hair on her arm rose and a slight flush crept up her cheeks. She sighed and rolled over with her back to him. “I hope so too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled and lay down with his hand on her shoulder. For once, she didn’t stiffen.
He’d almost dozed off when she rolled back over.
“Fridgeir.” She lay almost nose to nose with him.
He cracked an eye open. “I thought you were tired.” He yawned widely.
Her brow furrowed. “Those men, I don’t think he just wanted me. You know, for bedding. At least not at first. They snuck up on me and grabbed me. I thought…well, I thought for a few moments they meant to drag me off. One of them had a rope. He’d just pinned me to the wall when you all came out.”
Fridgeir stroked some hair back from her face while he decided how to answer. “I suspected as much and it would explain how your sister got in a locked shed. But you mustn’t say anything. You’re just a slave.”
Sh
e nodded slightly. “And it’s my word against several of theirs. I understand.”
“There’s more to it, wild one. Nokki’s hall isn’t under Northland law and many men here are exiles who can’t go back. But we need them so we have a place to trade. Everything worked out well so it’s not worth upsetting things to pursue it. But you’ll be watched much more closely. Like I said, you and your sister could be worth a lot at the slavers.”
“That’s why Eirik joked about you needing someone to keep an eye on Saibh. No one’s going to cross him just to get to her.” She smiled softly and brushed his cheek with her hand. “Thank you.”
He returned her soft smile and caressed her neck and shoulder with a finger. Her eyes fluttered shut as if in pleasure. He continued down her arm to the palm of her hand. He stroked it tenderly. He heard her breath catch and smiled to himself. She must have liked that.
She sighed forlornly.
“What?” Fridgeir asked, suddenly confused.
She replied as she rolled her back to him. “Just wishing you could do more than tease, but I know it’ll just end in frustration again.”
He brushed the hair back from her neck and lightly kissed it. “I look forward to watching you writhe in ecstasy instead of pain.”
She looked over her shoulder with a quizzical frown. “And why would you care?”
He smiled slyly. “It’s a poor excuse of a man who can’t give as good as he gets. It’s as much a matter of honor as making good a claim.”
“Try lying, it seems to work for most men,” she quipped.
Fridgeir snickered. “We live too close not to know better. That, and our women are quite vocal if unhappy with their bedmate.”
Eireann cocked a brow. “Hmm, if I complain loud enough will you slink away in shame?”
He laughed softly. “No, but it might give Floki a good excuse to take you away. Even slaves have the right to enjoy bed sports.”
She snorted. “Like that weasel could please a woman!” She thought for a few moments. “And what happens if you can’t…aah, please me? In bed.”