Bram’s fingers massaged my tummy, while Matheus drove his silky tongue into my mouth. I was utterly lost in sensation, my body a quivering mass of need, wanting so much more. A finger began to stroke my moist folds, pleasure flaring like the bright spots on the sun.
“Oh!”
“So wet,” murmured Bram.
He drove past the swollen lips of my pussy, to massage deeply. A tiny inkling of tenderness registered, as a reminder of the cock that had breached the gates last night. The finger wiggled and prodded, rubbing something deep within me that triggered an avalanche of sensation.
“Oh, my God…”
“This is the magic spot,” he said thickly. “They all like this.”
His attentions brought a flush to my cheeks, my muscles throbbing around his finger. I hardly knew what to do with myself, as two heathens from across the sea ravaged me. I succumbed to the stimulation, gasping and moaning, feeling the edges of pleasure descending.
“That’s so…oh…so…good…”
“She’s ready for me,” said Bram. “On your knees. Now!” He grasped my hips, turning me around, my bottom to him. A cock appeared before my mouth, distended and glistening with fluid. No one needed to say a word, as instinct took over and my mouth closed around the salty tip.
“Yes,” breathed Matheus.
From behind me came the invasion of an enormous phallus, stretching the constriction of my walls to their limits. He slid inside, producing an inkling of discomfort, the sheer size a challenge, bringing me to the limits of what I could physically tolerate. I moaned around Matheus’s cock, the organ sliding to the back of my throat, choking me, while Bram began to drive deep, his strokes butting up against my womb. The sensation of sucking and being fucked was outrageously stimulating and possibly the naughtiest thing I’d ever done. I truly should be ashamed for letting them use me, but the pleasure was building with each passing moment, drowning out the voice of my conscience.
“It’s so tight,” gasped Bram. His hands gripped my hips, as he increased the tempo, driving even deeper, his balls smacking my pussy.
The cock in my mouth leaked profusely, the groans from Matheus filling my ears like the monks singing in the monastery on the cliff. I throbbed with pleasure, my pussy constricting around the object that speared me.
“By the Gods!” groaned Bram. “I won’t last long. The little bitch’s choking me.”
I gagged on Matheus, his phallus driving deep with each thrust. I sucked the tip, making wet, sloppy sounds, while saliva dribbled down the shaft. The muscles in my vagina pulsed and tightened with each pull. This in turn, flung me towards the erotic finish line, as I shuddered, moaning, while my body convulsed with pleasure.
“That’s it, you little whore,” murmured Bram. “That’s it. Feel my seed!” He stiffened, spraying my womb with heated semen that began to seep out of my orifice, running down my inner thighs.
Not to be outdone, Matheus pulled himself from my mouth, as his tip erupted, the whitish fluid shooting into the air in measured pulses. “Accchhh…!” He flung his head back, pleasure and pain etched into his features. If the tent had smelled of sex before, it was even more so now. The musky aroma lingered with hints of perspiration from men who had exhausted themselves satisfying their lust. We collapsed to the pelt and slept for a while, in a jumble of arms and legs.
Chapter Six
Upon waking, I washed myself with freezing water, as did Matheus. He dressed in black garments, the black mink cloak wrapped around him and a sword at his side. He looked entirely too handsome with tufts of thick, nearly black hair and a pale complexion. I wore my dresses, but they would require a needle and thread because portions had been torn, by eager, lusty hands.
There was something in Matheus’s look, his slightly unhappy features, that gave away his displeasure at the prospect of leaving. He stared at me, his expression unreadable, yet serious. I played with my hair, running a wooden comb through the tangled strands, and gazed at the fire, wondering why I also dreaded his departure.
“Do you think you’ll return?”
“I’m a merchant by trade. I’ve brought back oil and leather from Italy. It’s likely, but by that time, the Vikings will be long gone.”
“And your home is Denmark?”
“Yes, Roskilde. What will you do here?”
“What I always do. Live in my little house on the cliff. Maybe I’ll leave and find my mother.”
“What about a husband?”
“In this village?” I laughed, the bitterness evident in my voice. “No one will marry a witch.”
Bram had returned, the smell of sea air lingering in his cloak. “It’s done then. Your ship’s ready.”
“Good.”
The men embraced. “Now that half my debts are cleared, I can breathe easier. I’ll manage the rest when I return.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“Come say farewell to your Danish lover, Lora. Let’s see him off.”
I wrapped the cloak around my shoulders, stepping into leather slippers. “Fine.” Fresh air would do me good.
We wandered to the dock, where a contingent of Viking ships had amassed, moored securely, their sails furled. The port bustled with the invaders loading looted items from my people and the nearby churches. It was disheartening to watch, and I felt sympathy for those who had suffered, but I had never been one of them. I was always a stone’s throw away, literally. I couldn’t count the times I had been pummeled with objects that villagers had flung at me. There was a scar on my forehead, above my left eye, from a rock, although it had faded considerably.
I wrapped the rough wool of my cloak around me, shivering in the cold, the moisture in the air seeping into my bones. Matheus’s ship was different from the dragon Viking ships. It was shorter and fatter, built for cargo rather than warriors. It was dependent on sail power rather than oars. I would remain with Bram, I supposed, and more than likely fall pregnant. I knew which herbs to brew to expel the unwanted condition, but I was loath to have to do it. I had always wanted a child or two, but fate had other plans for me.
Matheus drew me into his arms. “You’re a fine woman, Lora.”
“That means little coming from a Danish pig.” I spoke those words, but I didn’t truly believe them.
“I should steal you for my own. I should take you with me.” His face was in my neck. “You’d warm the cold nights.” I hadn’t a response to that statement, other than agreeing with him.
Bram had overheard what he said. “Well, I could sell her to you for the other half of my debt. I’ve no use for a woman other than a warm hole to fuck. Take her as a slave.”
Matheus stared at me. “Perhaps, I will.”
“I won’t go. I know nothing of your character. You might be a wife-beater or worse.”
“I’ve never touched a woman in anger, nor will I ever.”
“Good for you.”
“Do we have a deal?” Bram held out his hand. “I can find ten wenches to replace her, but that debt would be a burden off my shoulders.”
Matheus shook his hand. “I do believe we have a deal.”
“Now wait one minute. I’m not property to be used and sold. I’m not leaving England with this…this person.” I stepped closer to Bram, but if I thought he would protect me, I was wrong.
He shoved me away. “Listen to your betters, Lora. Matheus Hrolf is a man of wealth and character. He’ll be able to provide for you and your children.”
“I’ll not be beaten.”
“I’ll gladly take you over my knee.” Matheus grinned. “In the privacy of my cabin, of course, with our clothes off.”
I gasped. The description of what he was suggesting was far too vivid in my mind. “If you prove to be a woman beater, I shall stab you in your sleep. Do you hear? I won’t be abused.”
The darkness of his eyelashes made his look smolder. “Fine. If you’re unhappy, you may murder me.”
Bram laughed, “I’ve never seen a happier couple.
You’ll do well together.” He slapped his friend on the back. “I’m off to celebrate with drink. See you both in Roskilde. You can have me over for supper.”
“Good luck with your raids. Have mercy on the children. Don’t let them suffer.”
“None have been harmed.”
I stared at Matheus, remembering my mother’s prophetic words. “I see two men, but only the dark haired one will be your love, your protector. He’s foreign.” Mother had been right. I was going to leave England with a stranger and begin a new life. The future was wide open, and, as I placed my hand in Matheus’, I smiled, knowing that the last words she had spoken to me had come true.
The End
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