“I think I’ve seen enough,” murmured Matheus. “You may leave us. I’ll take it from here.”
“How much is she worth?”
The dark stranger stared at me. “A great deal.”
“Fifty percent?”
“Not that much,” he laughed. “Perhaps thirty.”
“Forty-five.”
“Forty, and that’s all.”
Bram smiled. “Excellent.” His azure gaze rested on me. “You’re more helpful than I thought. Be sure to please him, Lora. You won’t be a virgin when I return.”
Chapter Four
I was left alone with the dark haired wolf, whose stare made my tummy tingle with nervous knots. I’d been sold to the highest bidder to pay for a Viking debt, and now I would have to sacrifice my body to this heathen. He began to remove his jewelry, placing the items in a wooden bowl. His manner was easy, his expression neutral, but I could feel the lust, as it oozed from his pores. I eyed him warily, while garment after garment was divested. His belt had an ornate, gold buckle that looked outrageously expensive.
“You’re not going to stab me, are you?” A hint of humor shone in his eyes.
“If you refrain from touching me, you might be safe.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
He laughed, and I felt myself softening towards him, which was the last thing I wanted to do. I refused to be passed around from man to man, like the village slut, but I doubted I’d have a choice in the matter. I should be grateful I hadn’t been gang-raped by an entire contingent of foul smelling marauders. This might still be in my future. That thought sent my emotions spiraling downwards, hopelessness seeping into my consciousness and tears clouding my eyes.
His amusement transformed to concern. “Now there. Is the thought of bedding me so distasteful?” Nearly naked, his lean, muscular form was far too appealing.
Perhaps, it was time to take my chances and run for freedom. It was dark now, and I might be able to slip through the camp undetected. I inched towards the back of the tent, positioning myself for a hasty exit, and, just as I was about to duck under the cloth, a hand closed around my wrist.
“Not so fast.” I fought him, trying to free myself, but he dragged me to him, his arm encircling my back. “You’re even lovelier up close.”
I stared into his eyes, knowing I would have to give myself to him and hating God for the injustice. “Stop!”
His fingers threaded through my hair, bringing my head back, exposing my neck. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“You like raping women, Danish dog?”
“You’ll submit, and you’ll like it.”
“Don’t be so sure of that.”
“No one’s ever complained before.”
“Slaves rarely have a voice.”
“You wound me. You’ve yet to taste my skill at love-making.”
“Raping is indeed a skill. It takes a real man to accomplish such a feat.”
“I’m fond of passionate women. I doubt you’ll disappoint.”
“Fighting for survival is hardly a show of passion.”
“Stop fussing, and let me kiss you.”
“No!” I pushed against his chest, feeling the heat coming off him.
“You let Bram touch you.”
“I had no choice in the matter.”
“And yet you enjoyed it.”
“I hadn’t eaten for days. I was hungry.” His face was in my neck, his teeth nibbling on my skin. “Ouf, no!”
I began to fight in earnest, pushing him, squirming, and trying to dislodge myself. What I ended up doing was exposing my legs and stomach, as the material on my dresses crept up in the struggle. He’d found his way to my flesh, massaging my tummy gently. I was pressed to the pelt and kissed, although I turned my head, offering him my cheek. He was utterly persistent in my seduction, his hand sliding to my pussy, a finger sinking into my moist center.
“Danish pig!”
“You’re wet.”
“I hate you.”
“Good. Hate me with your body. Let’s take these clothes off.” He pulled on the material, ripping it from my shoulders, exposing creamy skin. “You’re lovely, Lora.”
“You’re horrible.” He was ruining the only clothing I possessed. “Stop. Don’t shred my dress!”
“Then be kind enough to take it off.”
I stopped fighting, knowing it was useless. “These are my only clothes.”
“I’ve more on the ship.”
“I won’t wear your heathen garments.”
“They’re finely made.”
“Pretty things of evil origins don’t interest me.”
“Come now. Isn’t that a bit melodramatic?”
“I don’t care.”
“You’ll see me differently in the morning, after I’ve fucked some sense into you.” He was fighting a grin.
I didn’t want to be charmed by this horrible man. He was disarmingly adorable, with almond shaped eyes, finely sculpted features, and an engaging wit. Knowing the futility of my continued struggle, I lifted the dresses over my head, exposing myself entirely. Desire glinted in his eyes, as they roamed over the mounds of my breasts.
“Good God. Those are sinful.”
He buried his face in my flesh, his beard abrasive. Pressing the globes together, he laved one nipple and then the other. This sent spasms of pleasure through me, which I fought against, determined not to enjoy the encounter. I lay motionless on the pelt, as the stranger mauled me, sucking the little nubs into stiff peaks. It seemed with each tug, my pussy contracted, the creamy sludge of arousal wetting my inner thighs. I cursed my body for responding in this way, wishing I wasn’t so susceptible to the seductions of men.
His hand drifted over my tummy. I grasped him, alarmed at where he was going. “No!”
“Don’t be shy, Lora.”
“I’m not shy. I just don’t want you touching me.”
A deep rumbling registered in his chest. “I’m going to do far more than that,” he laughed. When I wouldn’t let go of his hand, he grasped mine, bringing them over my head, where he held them immobile. This allowed him to wedge between my thighs, his fingers brushing my pussy. I crossed my legs to prevent him, but he used his leg to push a thigh aside. I was utterly exposed now, and he could do as he pleased. A lengthy finger dipped into my orifice.
“Pig!” I hissed.
“You’re right. I am. However, you’re not unaffected by me. On the contrary, I think you want me. You want my cock in you, don’t you?”
I squirmed, trying to dislodge him, but he held me firmly, my arms pinned to the pelt and his leg keeping my thighs apart. That hand of his was busy driving into my swollen lips, a finger massaging deeply. There was no pain today, which was odd. A growing pleasure seemed to bring forth an uncontrollable tingling. My belly vibrated with lustful energy, and, as his thumb grazed my sensitive nub, I clamped my lips together to keep from moaning. His mouth sought mine, and I turned my head, offering the side of my face, which he kissed gently. His teeth nipped at my earlobe.
“No, no, no.”
“Kiss me,” he rasped. “Stop fighting me, you little bitch.”
I met his stare, wishing I hadn’t. “Danish pig!”
“You’ve said that already.”
“Son of Satan.”
“Now that’s inventive,” he laughed. “Stop fighting the inevitable, and give in to me. You know you want to.”
“I hardly have a choice.”
“Good. It’s agreed then. We shall reach heaven together, especially when I get my cock in you.”
“Ouf! You’ve the manners of a boar. Is this how you romance your wife?”
He paused, gazing at me. “I don’t have a wife.”
“Ha! Like I’m supposed to believe you.”
“I don’t care if you believe me.”
“A rich man such as yourself isn’t married? What’s the matter? Are you a poor lover?”
Sadness flashed in his eyes. “She died of
sickness, if you must know.”
I stilled beneath him, feeling the warmth of his body pressed to mine. “Truly?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have children?”
“Only the one in her belly.”
“I’m…sorry.”
His lips met mine. “I don’t want to talk.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“You were with Bram. I think you lie.”
“He wasn’t in me. Well, a finger was…but nothing else.”
“Then I shall be the first.”
His mouth took mine, softly. Then he became more aggressive, a thick tongue invading. I moaned, feeling mortified and betrayed by my own body. We fit together almost perfectly; his cock prodded my yielding flesh. It was odd having something trying to burrow inside of me. It had taken such effort to deny him that allowing him access was not only enjoyable, but something I desired more than anything at that moment.
“You’re so sweet, Lora.”
“You Danish—”
“Shush…don’t ruin it.”
“You’re about to ruin me.” He kissed me then, silencing the protest, and I gave in because it felt too wonderful…and I was weak. I moaned against his mouth, lifting my hips up, feeling even more of his steely hardness. “Oohh…no…”
“Lora.”
He slid inside, and I gasped at the shocking girth of the intrusion. Bram’s finger had been tiny in comparison to an actual cock, and, as he breached my folds, I shuddered from a combination of lust and pain. “Oh!”
“Dear God, you’re tight.”
“Bastard. This privilege should’ve been my husband’s, not some Danish Pi—”
His lips closed over mine, and I lost myself in the kiss. He drew back to look at me. “Are you ready, angel?”
“No.”
“Too bad. I’m coming in.”
He pushed, sliding deep.
Chapter Five
“Oh, my word!” The sensation was singularly shocking, and, as I stretched to accommodate him, my body began to hum a seductive tune, one I was wholly unprepared for. The stinging sensation had been brief, quickly evaporating with his gentle movements. I sensed he was holding back, his muscles tensing.
“Jesus.”
“I didn’t know you heathens believed in him.”
“Shut up!” he gasped.
He drove in fully, massaging my inner walls. I grasped his buttocks, feeling the hardness of his makeup and marveling at how firm he was. Within moments, his tempo increased, and he reamed me with fluid strokes, pressing against something pleasurable at my core. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensations, relieved that I wasn’t in pain. This was far better than I had imagined.
“No! Oh, no…”
“Ommm…”
“Matheus.”
“I love the way you say my name,” he rasped.
“It won’t happen again.” He chuckled, continuing to fuck me. I wrapped my legs around his ass, bringing him even closer. Flinging my head back, I relished the ravishment. I should be ashamed because he was a stranger…and possibly dangerous, but I was close to orgasm, and the promise of pleasure outweighed all other thoughts. “Oh, more! I need more.”
“That you do.” He drove deeper, slapping his balls against my pussy and creating a firestorm of friction, that seared me to the quick.
“God…” We moved in unison, my bottom lifting and his cock thrusting, yet we met gloriously, striving for the same peak. “Matheus!”
“You’re there, my dear. You’re there.” His voice sounded strained.
“You’ve ruined me,” I uttered, and then I convulsed with hundreds of mini contractions, the tightness of my orifice gripping him, squeezing the heat of his cream in spurting streams.
“Lora!”
He buried his face in my neck, breathing raggedly and thrusting almost violently. I withstood the onslaught because I was floating in waves of ecstasy, and I had yet to come down from the euphoria of my first mating. When he had at last satiated himself, his cock began to shrink, and it slid free. He drew me into his arms, kissing my forehead.
“That was wonderful.”
I felt oddly comforted being near him, smelling the musky sweetness of his skin and feeling the effects of his desire seeping out of me. “So, that’s what it’s about,” I murmured.
“It is.”
“You’re still a swine.”
He sighed. “Oh, good. It’ll take another fucking to win you over. I relish the challenge.”
I harrumphed and snuggled into him, pressing my nose to his chest. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Go to sleep. I need you rested.”
“Pig.”
“Shush…”
Bram, who cleared his throat loudly, rudely woke us in the morning. “It smells like sex in here.” I turned to see a tall Viking dressed in chainmail with a helmet and shield. Both items dropped to the ground, the heaviness of the metal creating a reverberating thump. “How was she? Good?”
Matheus stirred, turning. “I was going to have another taste, Laxdale. Go away, and come back later.”
“Ha! I’ve been raiding all night. I’m exhausted.” He removed his chainmail, dropping it on a blanket. Grasping the edge of the tent, he bellowed, “Food! Bring me food! Now!”
I burrowed into Matheus’s chest, his arm going around me. “Good morning,” he murmured.
“Don’t speak to me.”
“You were delightful.”
“Ugh.”
“Are you always this cheerful in the morning?”
“Go to hell.”
The smell of food filled the space, making my mouth water. I had to use the chamber pot as well, but there were two men in the vicinity. I sat up, holding the blanket to my chest. My need began to outweigh my embarrassment, and I crawled, with the blanket as a cover, to the corner of the tent and relieved myself. Then I washed with a cloth dunked in freezing water. When I returned to the pelt, two sets of eyes were on me.
“She’s pretty bedraggled,” said Bram.
“”She is.” Matheus glanced at me. “Hungry?”
“Yes.”
He gave me bread with a large chunk of roasted pig. “Here.”
“Thank you.”
I ate, savoring the taste, grateful that I wasn’t starving. The villagers would hate me even more now for submitting to the enemy, but my survival took precedence over anything they would think or feel about me. I had never been treated well by my own people, and now it would be even worse once the heathens went away. My unhappy thoughts turned the corners of my mouth down.
“What’s wrong?” asked Matheus.
“I’m a camp whore.” My shoulders slumped.
He laughed, “These are your thoughts first thing in the morning?”
I glanced at him, hating the smile on his face. “You’ll go, and I’ll be marked for life as the whore who let the raiders…use her.”
He eyed me thoughtfully. “Perhaps.”
“She’s not popular with the villagers,” said Bram, who spoke while chewing. “I’ve seen them throw stones at her. They decry she’s a witch.”
“Is that so?”
I shrugged. “They thought the same of my mother.”
“Are you a witch?”
“Would you be frightened of me, if I was?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Matheus grinned.
“I could cast a spell that’ll shrink your dick to the size of a walnut.”
His smile remained. “You’re welcome to try, my dear. But first, come here.” He patted the pelt next to him. I eyed it warily. “Go on.” Knowing that I would obey him was worrying. I tried to resist the summons, but my body had other ideas. I crawled next to him, the blanket around my shoulders. He sat me before him, his arms forming a protective circle.
Bram ate, watching us with an amused and interested expression. “When do you go?”
“Soon. I’m expected North in a few days.”
; This announcement had me swallowing painfully, the ham stuck in my throat. Bram glanced at me, rubbing the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. Then he began to undress, removing his shirt, tunic, and trousers. Matheus’s cock poked my back, the organ having flooded with blood. The tent took on a hedonistic, sultry vibe, the occupants clearly having something carnal in mind. The fact that I was naked, with only a blanket around me, in the company of two aroused men, should have been terrifying, but now I knew what to expect, and I too began to hum with need.
Bram spoke in Old Norse, and Matheus answered him. I glanced between them, wondering what they were discussing. Matheus’s arm tightened around me. His mouth was near my ear. “Shall you please us both?”
I stiffened at the request, but my tummy began tingling distractingly. “No.” That sounded weak.
“It would double your pleasure, Lora,” he murmured.
“You’re both pigs.”
Bram grasped his cock, which had sprung up out of nowhere. “I shall ride you with my staff, little witch.”
That thought was mildly alarming, considering he was longer and thicker than Matheus. I glanced at them warily, knowing that my moment of reckoning had come. Fingers threaded through thick hair, drawing my head back and exposing my throat. Moist kisses landed near the vein that throbbed with my pulse, while an inferno began to rage in me, my skin feeling so heated, it might have been on fire.
“Ooohh…no…” That protest was even weaker than the one before, and, as Matheus’s mouth closed over mine, I knew any further resistance was futile. He tasted of ham and bread, sweet and delicious. Not to be outdone, Bram approached, pulling the blanket from my shoulders, exposing the contours of my breasts, which more than filled his hands, his thumbs grazing my nipples.
“She’s my favorite conquest,” Bram murmured. “The most beautiful by far.”
It was wrong to allow men to use me in this manner. Whatever shreds of dignity I had were now scattered in the dust, but I could not deny myself the pleasure of their cocks. Perhaps, I was my mother’s daughter after all. I knew the shame would follow me to the grave, and it was a burden I was willing to carry. If these men hadn’t invaded, I might never have known what it was like to be touched and worshipped. I suddenly had a whole new appreciation for the things that were happening to me, and a desire to savor each second of their lustful urges.
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