Bram tapped my bottom. “Off you go. Don’t keep him waiting.”
Chapter Six
If I had thought that Finn and I would succumb to mad, passionate love, I had been mistaken. He added wood to the fire, creating a golden glow, which brought warmth to the room. He drank mead, lounging in a chair, while I removed my clothing, preparing for bed. He said nothing to me, as he stared stoically into the flames. The dress was left on top of the trunk with my underdress and wool socks. I poured water into a rounded bowl and washed my face. Then I slid under the covers, naked…and disappointed.
I must have dozed for a while, snuggled in the comfort of the decadent bed. My own had been filled with lumpy straw. This mattress contained a straw and down mixture, which was far superior. The difference in comfort was noticeable. The bed moved with the heavy form of a man making his presence known. I remained on my side with my eyes closed, thinking he would ignore me as he had the night before. His hand touched my arm, which was mildly surprising. The blanket was pulled away, exposing my back and the curve of my buttocks.
His hand skimmed over my flesh; the gentleness of the touch sent shivers through me, my body humming with the prospect of a night filled with lovemaking. I held my breath, wondering if he would continue to explore me. He glided across the line of my side to my hips and over the tops of creamy thighs. I turned to look at him. Our eyes met, heat flaring, as invisible sparks of electricity pinged between us.
“Am I not pretty enough for you?” I whispered.
His look was pensive. “You’re lovelier than the fjords. You’re brighter than the never setting sun, and more dangerous than the whirlpool at Saltstraumen.”
I was shocked that he had spoken so freely, so passionately, especially after treating me with such cold indifference. “I’m dangerous?”
“Yes.”
“How so? I’m only a woman.”
“More than one woman has been the ruin of a good man.”
“Only if you look at it like that. A good woman should provide the backbone of strength for her man. Are you afraid of me? Really?”
“There are witches in our land. They’re known as a Seithir. Some practice black magic. They cast spells that rot the crops in the field, kill livestock, and bring plague. We’re taught to fear them, for obvious reasons.”
“Perhaps, there are other explanations for why the crops failed or people got sick. It’s not always the work of dark magic.”
Finn shrugged. “Maybe.”
“I’ve never cast a spell. I wouldn’t know how to, nor do I care to. I’ve mixed herbs for healing draughts and poultices and things, but I’ve never tried to conjure up the dead or anything of that nature.”
“Why do the villagers call you a witch then?”
“My mother sometimes sees the future. She’s foretold glad tidings and disaster. She predicted the death of Lady Abbot’s son. In her grief, she blamed my mother. She said she had cast a spell on him or something to that effect. The villagers turned against us then.” I sat up, throwing hair over my shoulder, giving him a view of my breasts. “But now I wonder about the accuracy of my mother’s visions. She said I would meet a dark-haired foreigner and he would be my husband. I thought she meant Matheus, but he left me at the first opportunity. He was going to take me away, but greed got the better of him.” I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, staring at nothing in particular. “What was that about?” He touched me, and I met his gaze. “I’m not evil. Please believe me when I tell you I would never hurt anyone. I long to have a husband and a home of my own one day. I want children. That is all I wish for.”
“Kiss me, Lora.”
“You don’t think me a witch?”
“I don’t care either way. It’s exhausting trying to resist you, especially when you’re naked and in my bed. I’m hardly a holy man. You’ve driven me to near distraction.” He chuckled ruefully, “You’ve compelled me to want to commit murder. If I don’t have you soon, I don’t know what I’ll do. The world isn’t safe.”
“That’s quite serious,” I laughed.
He sat up and took hold of my face. “I’m glad Matheus is a greedy man. There are greater treasures than gold. His loss is my gain.”
Our lips met, tongues battling in wet and slinky strokes. I gave myself over to him, not caring that he would more than likely leave me at some point in the future. I would indulge in this luxury, in being with a handsome and virile man, and allow myself to gorge on the lust he offered.
“I thought I’d had my fill of women,” he murmured. “Since the invasion, there hasn’t been a day without drink or sex. There were so many. It’s strange that I can’t remember any of their faces. It’s all blurred into one memory.”
“Must we talk about your conquests?”
“That’s the point I’m trying to make, but I’m doing it badly.” He groaned, his thumb grazing my mouth. “I want only one woman. One good woman. I thought I’d found that with my wife, but she left me, taking our son with her. As far as I’m concerned, we’re divorced. I want to begin fresh. I don’t want to make the same mistakes.”
“Yes?”
“I was always gone marauding, as I am now. I should’ve been with her. It gave her too much time to think about other men, my brother mainly. I really can’t blame her. If I’d been a better husband, things would have been different.”
“We all have regrets.”
“That’s true. This land is fertile. Once the raid is over, I might consider staying, but I’ll settle north.”
I had been caught off guard. “Really?”
“There’s nothing left for me at home. My brother is the favorite son, my wife is gone with him, and the living is harsh and bare. I’d rather begin again, only this time I’ll have plenty of coin. There’s less rain here, if you can believe it.”
“That sounds wonderful.” And I’ll be stuck in this damnable fishing village, scraping out a living in my hut on the cliff.
“You look sad.”
“Let’s not talk about it. We were kissing, remember?”
He grinned. “Indeed.”
Our mouths fused, while he drew me near. He smelled of mead with a hint of perspiration, which melded into a musky, heady aroma. I threaded my fingers through his hair, enjoying the lengthy tresses, hoping he would never cut them off.
“How’s your wound?”
“It’s fine,” he rasped.
His lips were on my neck, his fingers in my hair, holding my head back as he devoured me, kissing and nibbling, scraping his teeth against my skin. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into firm muscles, massaging them. We fell to the bed, the heavy frame creaking in protest. My breasts were pressed together, as my nipples were laved, leaving them damp with saliva.
“Ooohh…”
“These are sinful.”
“I…suppose.”
His beard felt abrasive against my skin; the flick of his tongue bathed my nipples, creating hardened peaks that jutted. He began to lick his way to my belly, leaving a wet streak. I shivered in anticipation, knowing he was going to pleasure me intimately and wanting it to happen. I moaned, flinging my head against the pillow, as he slid over my throbbing nub.
“Oh, Finn…yes…”
He toyed with my clit, encircling it with the warmth of his mouth and sucking gently. Then he nudged it repeatedly, which drove my hips off the bed and into his face, demanding more. A finger breached my sleek folds, entering my pussy and wiggling while rubbing deeply.
“Oh, you Vikings…are so good at this.”
An inaudible mumble escaped him. Then he drove forward, thrusting as far as he could. I grasped his hair, my fingers digging into his scalp, while my body burned with desire. The pleasurable edges of release beckoned, but I wasn’t ready yet to succumb to the orgasm. I needed to feel him inside of me before that happened. I pushed against him.
“I want you, Finn.”
He fell to his back. “I’m yours.”
Whatever had b
rought about this change in him, I was grateful. Maybe, flirting with Bram had done the trick. My kisses fell across his chest, and then I nibbled on a tiny nipple, sucking and producing a guttural moan from him. His formidable looking cock was nestled upon a bed of blonde hair; the object glowed pink in the firelight. A succulent looking head sloped downwards around the sides, leading to a thick, rigid shaft. Tiny veins ran beneath the skin, like hidden rivers, bloated with blood. A slightly musky aroma emanated from the object, but, far from discouraging, this inflamed me further, daring me to take him into my mouth. I grasped the heated length, savoring the moments until it would be inside of me.
“Oh, Lora,” he whispered.
I licked him, wetting one side. Then I closed over the head, sucking gently. I lingered here, alternating between forceful pulls and soothing licks. Attending to him in this way was decadent and lustful, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. He dripped with saliva, the fluid running down the sides of his cock. I took him into my mouth again, as our eyes met. It was an incredibly intimate moment, his clear, blue gaze lingering on my face. Then he collapsed again, groaning. I contemplated sucking his scrotum, but the throbbing in my pussy would not delay my pleasure for another moment.
“I wish to ride this, my Lord.”
“By all means,” he murmured. “You do whatever you want to it.”
I straddled him, grasping the shaft and guiding it into my softness. The heat of my sex shrouded him, the muscles stretching to accommodate his size.
“Ooohhh…you’re big.”
His hands went to my hips. “You’re tight.”
My pelvis drove low and deep, massaging the nub of my core. With each push, I inflamed myself, the stimulation producing thrilling spasms that teased me with the promise of a shattering orgasm. I kneaded his stomach, flinging silken, dark hair onto his chest.
“Oh…lord…Finn…I won’t be able to stop it.”
I drove my hips into him, while my breasts jiggled wildly, the orbs crashing together and then separating. He reached up to grab them, pinching the nipples. This action spurred me on, my body having a will of its own. I flung my head back, gasping and moaning, while my lover thrust upwards, filling me with every inch of his Viking cock.
“My…ooohhh…Finn! Oh, God, Finn!”
I screamed, finding the release my body had been seeking, convulsing uncontrollably, while my center flooded with sensation. He pitched himself upwards, rooted to the balls, yet I continued to spend myself, lost in the enjoyment of the act. I collapsed on his chest a second later, breathless and exhausted.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
“Th-thank you.” He was hard and throbbing inside of me. “What shall I do for you?”
“You could take me in your mouth.”
“I could.”
“Or get the oil. I’ve other ideas.”
I tingled at the thought.
Chapter Seven
I slid from the bed, searching for the small bottle. “What do you have in mind?” I found it near the fire.
“Bend over the bed.”
I trembled at the look in his eye. “Yes, my Lord.” I did as he asked, offering myself to him in a primal and base way, waiting for what would happen next.
“Lovely.” He touched my buttocks. “This is a marvelous ass.”
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I’m glad you approve.”
“I’m planning on doing naughty things to it. You’ll find them pleasurable too, but there might be a little pain.”
His words brought me back to the beach, where Matheus and Bram had taken me together. “You may use me any way you wish.” Wetness appeared on my lower back. He had poured oil. “Oh!”
The fluid dripped between the crack of my ass. There was so much of it that it fell to my inner thighs. He smeared it over the edges of my anus. I slid a hand between my legs to finger my clit, the sensitive nub screaming in protest. I ignored its pleas and rubbed, feeling it harden under the attention. All the while, my Viking lover had immersed a finger, wiggling it inside the tight confines of my bottom. He took his time opening me up, first with one finger and then two, sliding both in and out seamlessly.
“Oh…this is naughty…”
“You’ll like it, Lora,” he said thickly. “When you’re ready, I’ll fuck you to another orgasm, but this one will be deeper.”
I had sensed that already, as my tiny hole smarted from the friction. He’d worked both fingers in deep, thrusting them to the knuckles. My knees parted for him, as I gave in to the sensations, embracing them. It was then that he pressed the globular head of his cock to my tight bands, breaching me slightly.
“Oh!”
“That’s my girl. Just relax,” he moaned. “Let me in.”
He pushed and pain flared, but I tried to remain still, yielding my will to him. The tip opened me to incredible breadths, stretching me to capacity. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to withstand it, he sunk completely; the worst was behind me now.
“Ahhh…sweet Lora. So…tight.”
I bit into the blanket, shocked by the intensity of the pressure and the fullness that bordered on pain, opening for him and then contracting around his shaft. My muscles screamed in agony, yet there were inklings of pleasure around the edges. He groaned, thrusting, filling me and then retreating. Over and over he drove into my sphincter, gratifying us both. I grasped at the blankets, lifting my hips to take him further. It was wickedness to be used in this manner, but the naughty stimulation had affected me in surprising ways.
“Oh, Finn…ooohhh…”
He grasped my hips, plunging and smacking his balls against my pussy. The bed creaked noisily; the ferocity of our lovemaking had moved it an inch or two. The Viking was relentless in seeking his pleasure, propelling the entire length of his phallus inside my anal cavity. As shocking as this sensation was, what was happening to my sex stunned me more. I moaned raggedly, enduring the torment, yet knowing that fulfillment beckoned. He reamed deeply, with almost brutal force, bringing me to the brink of what I could endure.
“Ooohh…Finn…oh, dear…God!”
“That’s it. Let it come, Lora. Let it come!”
The force of the release had me gasping, clutching the blankets and moaning helplessly, as the first wave crashed. The orgasm encompassed my entire pelvic region, engaging the muscles in my pussy as well. I gave myself over to it, while Finn throbbed within me, having stiffened deeply, jetting creamy spurts of semen.
“Aaahhh…Lora!”
He slid in and out, the size of him now stinging slightly, while he indulged himself. His cock slowly shrank, until it fell free. Wetness ran down my inner thighs. “Are you well pleased, my Lord?”
“Very well.” He collapsed on the bed. I crawled next to him, my bottom tender and smarting from the naughty abuse. His arm went around me. “Are you well? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.”
He kissed my forehead. “Good.”
I sighed. “I’m glad you’re touching me. I hated being close to you and not touching.”
“You should be careful what you ask for. I may not stop touching you.”
“I hope so.”
We slept for a few hours, and, as the stark light of morning crept in under the drapes, he took me again, driving his cock into my eager pussy and delighting me with another climax. When I finally left the bed, he had dressed and gone, his Viking army needing looking after. I washed and dressed, wearing another pretty tunic that had once belonged to Lady Abbot. This one was deep blue with golden stitching.
I bravely left the room later in the day, encountering hostile servants, Gertrude being among them, and I ignored their stony faces, focusing on the warm and indulgent afterglow of being with Finn. I sat in his seat at the head of the table and ate a bowl of soup, with bread, staring happily at the fire, and pushing several dogs away with my feet.
“Go on then.” They whined in complaint.
There was someone at the door, and Skord an
swered it. He returned a moment later. “There’s a woman here to see you, Lora.”
“Who?” I braced myself, thinking the Abbots had returned, but they had little power now that the Vikings had taken over.
“Someone who claims to be a relative.”
This got me to my feet. “Where?” I breezed past him, heading for the door, where a woman dressed in black stood, her face all but hidden beneath a veil. “Who is this?” She lifted the front portion, revealing her face. “Mother!” I hugged her. “Where have you been? Are you well?” I could hardly comprehend that I was seeing her in the flesh. “You look very well.”
Her smile was mischievous. “You look like the lady of the house.”
“I…I borrowed the dress. Where have you been?”
“In a village far from here, but I’ve returned to say goodbye. I’m glad I’ve found you in better circumstances. I had a hunch you’d be here.”
“You said I was going to be taken away by a dark-haired man. My lover is blonde.” I gave her a look.
She shrugged. “Well, I’m wrong sometimes. What can I say?”
“Ouf!” I stomped my foot. “Now you tell me.”
“You look happy. Actually, you’re radiant. You’re glowing, my dear. This puts my mind at ease. I’ve met a man also.” She pointed to a rustic looking wagon, commandeered by a shabbily dressed farmer. “I’m getting married again. He’s going to take care of me.” She winked. “You’ll be too.”
Horses appeared, their hooves sinking in the mud. I recognized Finn dressed in chainmail, helmet, and carrying his shield and sword. He dismounted, eyeing us with interest. His men loitered, waiting for instructions. As he approached, my mother grinned.
“This must be the Viking who’s put that blush on your cheek.”
“Mother!”
“What happens here?” asked Finn. He stared at my mother, then his gaze settled on me. “I see the family resemblance.”
“I’m Lora’s mother. I’ve come to say goodbye.”
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