Cum For The Viking 2 (The Virgin Sex Slaves)

by Virginia Wade

  “Oh!” I grasped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh.

  “You’re so sweet,” he murmured. “Although, you do have the tongue of a viper. Kiss me, but don’t talk.”

  I wanted to reply, but the words died in my throat when his finger slid over my opening, dipping into an area so private, I’d never even dared to touch it before. “Finn!”

  His teeth nipped my ear. “I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” he growled.

  I was too shocked to reply. He skimmed over something so extraordinarily pleasurable; I flung my head back and gasped. “Ooohhh…”

  I hardly knew what to do with myself. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself to the taut wall of his chest, while he drove deeper into me. There was a moment of discomfort, but it quickly passed, leaving a blazing path of bliss so intense, I grit my teeth to keep from groaning. An unnamed event was about to occur, because I could feel the energy building, growing, and threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I would lose control, and I didn’t care.

  His finger pushed against something so sensitive, I gasped with each assault; stiffening just as a thousand little convulsions shattered my resolve. “Oh! Ooohh…” I knew not what I did, because my teeth sank into his shoulders, and he grunted. I collapsed against him, savoring every second of this brand new sensation, not wanting it to end.

  He held me for long minutes, while I gathered my wits, my body tingling with the aftereffects of my first orgasm. His lips were on me, kissing and encouraging me to respond, which I did gladly. For now, I would forget that I was a lady from a respectable house and that I was married and…I had been chaste. My sister and I were victims of a Viking invasion. We hardly had a choice in the matter. I suspected he would have forced me, if I had fought him or would he have?

  “Touch me,” he rasped, grasping my hand and bringing it to his cock.

  I felt something hard and wet; the crown seemed to leak continuously. The object pulsed and throbbed, jerking slightly in my grasp. It was its own entity, yet attached to this beast of a man, who seemed to enjoy what I did, his hearty groan of approval filling the now silent room. The bed behind us had gone quiet, its occupants sated for the moment.

  “Put your lips on it.”

  To my dismay, I hadn’t even thought to refuse, although I knew I should. Instead, I closed my mouth around the tip, tasting salty wetness. His hands tangled in my hair, while I sucked softly, making him draw in a sharp breath. He seemed to enjoy this attention; therefore, I sucked harder, making sloppy sounds.

  “Góðan,” he groaned.

  He fell to his back, his cock thrusting in the air, dripping with my saliva. I grasped the object, feeling sticky wetness, and massaged, rubbing the spongy tip with my fingers. My efforts were rewarded with incoherent mumblings and moans of pleasure. I gently nibbled around the crown, which seemed to inflame him, because he grabbed for me, forcing me onto my hands and knees. My long blonde hair fell into my face.

  “Oh, my goodness!”

  I knew he had lost control, because he wasn’t gentle anymore, grasping my hips, while pressing himself to my opening. I braced for pain, not knowing what to expect, and as his cock slid into my tight passage, I gasped. The entry of an object so large was shocking, but what astounded me was the sensation of fullness, which was quickly followed by unimaginable pleasure. If I had thought his finger felt incredible, that was nothing compared to his massive cock that stretched my walls to capacity.

  “Oh, Charlotte.”

  He thrust deeply, remorselessly, instinct having taken over. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the bed curtains had been pulled back, and Thorod watched, his dark eyes glinting with interest. The embarrassment hardly registered, because with each of the Vikings thrusts, my pussy clamped around him, choking him, as my body sought its own release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space, along with the manly groans of exertion and pleasure. I closed my eyes, while flashes of light streaked behind my eyelids. I bore his lust, my virgin orifice withstanding the onslaught of something large and demanding. I would never forget this feeling for as long as I lived.

  “Charlotte!” he shouted, stiffening. He grasped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, while he jetted heated semen deep inside my pussy. He pressed into me, over and over, until he’d exhausted his pleasure. Pulling free, there was blood on the end of his cock.

  I was slightly confused, yet still so aroused, the air felt abrasive against the lips of my labia. I glanced at myself, seeing a red smear on my inner thigh. I stared at Finn, feeling…strange.

  He’d poured mead into a cup. “Are you unwell?”

  “I…” I was at a loss.

  “You’ve left her unsatisfied, you idiot,” said Thorod. He’d slid from the bed and padded over, his feet slapping against the wooden floor. He sat with us by the fire, his eyes never leaving me. He grasped his cock, which was just as long and hard as Finn’s. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

  I gazed at the object, mesmerized.

  Chapter Five

  Finn handed me a cup. “Drink.”

  I took a sip, the beverage burning a heated path down my throat. “Thank you.” Wetness seeped from me, tinged with blood, and I wished to cover myself, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I had their undivided attention, and pinpricks of alarm registered, the hair standing up on my arms.

  “Will you share your woman?” asked Thorod.

  “Of course.”

  “I’d like to finish what you started.”

  “Be my guest.” Finn, a look of ennui on his face, reclined against several pillows, his long, muscled legs crossed in front of him. “Fuck her as hard as you want.”

  A burst of tingles hit me at that wicked suggestion. These Vikings were showing their true colors, and fear and confusion propelled me to my feet, where I fled, only to be captured. “No!” I was in Thorod’s arms, my feet dangling over the fur. “Let me go!” I hit him, smacking his face and neck, but he remained unaffected.

  His lips were near my ear. “You can fight all you want, virgin. You’ll scream with pleasure when I’m done with you.”

  My attempts at inflicting injury only produced a deep laugh, which resonated in his chest, as humor shone in his eyes. He took me with him as he got to his knees, forcing me before him, his hands on my hips. I struggled to crawl away, but he pulled me back, prodding me with his lengthy cock. I was so wet; he slid in easily, filling me all the way to his balls, which were crushed against my pussy.

  “It’s so tight.”

  “You Danish pig!” I stung from the size of him.

  He began to fuck me while Finn watched, sipping his drink impassively. I grasped the pelt, my fingers digging into the fur for stability, while Thorod used me, plunging deep and groaning with each thrust. Remarkably, my body began to hum with arousal, the earlier inklings of pleasure returning. As I grew accustomed to him, I relaxed, my muscles throbbing around him. It shocked me that I was finding this enjoyable. Emma and I had fallen victim to the lusty Vikings, who were determined to seek and give pleasure.

  “Oh,” I breathed. “Oh, no!”

  I dropped my head, my hair falling to the pelt. He hammered me relentlessly, driving deep with each thrust. Something touched my face, and I glanced up to find Finn, whose cock had lengthened again. He pressed it to my mouth, and, realizing what he wanted, I sucked him.

  “That’s it. Take me.”

  “Ooommm…” I protested, but it came out sounding like a ragged moan. He shoved himself deep into my throat, choking me. I gagged, saliva dripping from the corners of my lips and tears flooding my eyes.

  Thorod grasped my hips, fucking me soundly, while I worked the musky cock, which smelled of semen and feminine juices. I didn’t want to enjoy what they were doing to me. I hated that my body was responding and anticipating each aggressive thrust. I could feel the tingling edges of release drawing closer, and I gasped, when the orgasm hit, moaning with a mouth full of
Viking cock.

  “Thatta girl,” said Finn. “You like this.”

  My body shook and convulsed with a thousand different sensations, each utterly thrilling. This climax had been deeper than the one before, and my entire pelvic region buzzed with the aftereffects, the pleasure lingering.

  “We should take her at the same time,” said Thorod.

  “Have you any oil?”

  “I could get some.”

  “Do it.”

  I didn’t know what they were talking about, and, as Thorod slid from my pussy, he left behind a sodden orifice, that felt a bit raw around the edges. Finn sat on the pelt, reaching for me. I found myself on top of him, his cock embedding deeply.

  “Ouch.”

  “Ride me, Charlotte.”

  “You’re a horrible person.”

  He laughed, “You’re enjoying this. Stop lying to yourself.”

  Movement caught my eye, and I glanced at the bed. My sister watched from behind the curtain. I was mortified for a moment, hiding my face behind my hair. Finn’s hands grasped my breasts, holding the heavy globes and pinching the nipples gently. His cock felt like a length of steel inside of me; reaching so deep, I could feel him in my belly.

  He held my hips. “Move like so.” He guided me, making me rub against him. “That’s it. You got it.”

  Thorod returned holding a small bottle with a cork protruding. It was one of my mother’s oils. He tossed a log on the fire and sat on the fur, staring at us. The Vikings spoke in their strange Norse language, agreeing on something. I felt a hand on my bottom.

  “She’s beautiful,” said Thorod, while he touched me, his fingers running over the rounded firmness of my backside.

  The room glowed from the added fuel, sending out orange and blue flames. The wood smoked and popped, the smell lingering in the air along with the musky aroma of sex. I’d worked Finn, driving my hips back and forth, pressing the tiny ball of my clit against him, which had renewed my desire, my body responding to the stimulation. The wetness of oil dribbled down my inner thighs, as a firm finger began to play at my opening. It was then that I realized what they intended, and I would not be able to stop them. Their reputation as seducers was well-earned and hardly in dispute. All the women in the village were experiencing the same level of depravity. None of us had been spared. This did not ease my mind at all, especially since I had so thoroughly enjoyed my encounters. I tried to feel shame for my actions, but I wasn’t able to.

  I lay on top of Finn, feeling the heat and strength of his chest beneath me. His arms had gone around my back, holding me close. Our lips met and his tongue slid along the length of my mouth, teasing me. A firm finger toyed with my anus, dipping into the tight bands of muscles and retreating. This procedure was performed over and over, the finger sinking deeper with each push. The sensation was uncomfortable and invasive, yet, I had begun to pulse and throb, my body reacting in strange and shocking ways.

  “She’s almost ready,” said Thorod thickly.

  “Let’s fuck her together, friend.”

  “I love a good invasion.”

  “The women always scream and cry and then they moan and beg for more,” Finn laughed, his chest rumbling.

  “They do indeed. Then they’re unhappy when they have to go back to their husbands.”

  He positioned himself behind me, rubbing his cock over the bumpy ridges of my hole. Oil dribbled down my thighs, as he poured more. Then he pressed the rounded head of his shaft against me, and I gasped.

  “Oh!”

  I buried my face in Finn’s neck. How would I withstand what they had planned? Was there room for another cock? To my consternation, my sister watched from the bed, her eyes wide with disbelief and…arousal. I could only imagine how I looked, naked, pinned between two men, who were bent on pleasuring themselves in me. Thorod pushed, and pain flared.

  “Oh, ouch!”

  “It’ll feel better once it’s in.” He sounded hoarse.

  “I can’t stand it! Take it out!”

  “Relax, Charlotte,” said Finn. “You’ll love this.”

  “You try relaxing with a corncob up your arse!”

  He chuckled, “I’ve tried it. It’s not bad.”

  Why was that not a surprise? “You’ve had a cock in…you?”

  “Yes.”

  “How? Why?”

  “How else do you think we occupy ourselves on lengthy voyages?”

  I made a face. “That’s disgusting.”

  “Perhaps, but we’re hardly the first to engage in this activity.”

  Thorod slid further in, opening up the constricted flesh, and driving his cock in partially. I could feel him twitching inside of me. “Oh, ouch.”

  “It’s like a vice,” he moaned.

  The sensation of having a penis in one hole and a cock in my ass was outrageous. Both worked to fill me, driving in and out in tandem and then separately. I thought I would split wide open, but instead, they used me seamlessly, teasing me with the promise of yet another incredible orgasm. I suspected this one would be significant, since my entire pelvic region was engaged. I buzzed with pain-tinged pleasure, which was a shockingly stimulating combination.

  “Oh, you dirty Vikings!” They laughed at this announcement, having heard it often before, I was sure. “You filthy savages.”

  “This is what your mother is saying right now,” chuckled Finn.

  That thought was disturbing, and I pushed it from my mind. “Ooohhh…” They worked me together, the heat of the fire making us glisten with perspiration. “This…this is wicked.”

  Thorod groaned, reaming me even deeper, if that were possible. Both cocks fought for room in my snug passages, the shafts rubbing together on either side of a thin membrane of skin. It was a peculiar feeling having both orifices filled. The pressure was immense, yet entirely endurable, and even enjoyable.

  “For the love of Odin!” Thorod groaned, thrusting further and slapping his balls against my ass. “I won’t last long in this little slut. Acchhhh…”

  He rode me roughly, almost to the point of pain, stiffening and releasing a series of creamy squirts deep within my anal cavity. Not to be outdone, Finn drove upwards, finding room in my pussy now that Thorod’s cock had begun to shrink.

  “Won’t you join me, Charlotte?”

  “I-I don’t know.” I had already experienced two orgasms, and a third would be a push. Sensing my predicament, Thorod slipped his hand between us, rubbing my clit. “Oh!” He toyed with me leisurely, while wetness oozed out of my bottom. “Ooohhh…”

  “That’s it; you’re getting there,” encouraged Finn, whose forehead had beaded with sweat. “That’s my good English girl. You want to scream for me, don’t you?”

  I rode the Viking stallion, my breasts bouncing with the rhythm of my hips. It didn’t matter anymore that my sister was watching, or that horrible things were happening to the villagers. I had been forced into sexual slavery also, and…I was suffering at the hands of the invaders.

  I’m suffering horribly.

  I flung my head back, sending a cascade of messy blonde hair over his thighs and screamed, my body convulsing with the force of orgasm. Finn groaned then and thrust harshly, filling me to the womb with heated cream. We clung together, with hearts pounding out of our chests; our skin was slick with perspiration.

  Chapter Six

  Finn got to his feet, drawing me to him. “We need a cloth and some water. We should wash.” He glanced at Thorod. “Call for a servant. Get us food and drink.”

  “Yes, my Lord.”

  A short while later, after I was reasonably clean, I sat in bed with Emma eating bread, fish, and a stew made with vegetables and beef. I’d never dined in bed before. This was a luxury. I sat naked in my parent’s room with the Vikings who had taken my virginity, and it felt liberating and more than exciting. If my husband ever returned from his pilgrimage, this is how I wanted to spend my time with him.

  Thorod was dismissed a short while later, and Emma
and I slept on either side of Finn, although at some point in the night, he seduced my sister, her moans of pleasure waking me. We slept late in the morning, and, after Finn left, I was gently nudged and woken.

  I was astonished to see Gertrude. “Oh, my!” I exclaimed. “I thought something terrible had happened to you.” I hugged her.

  “Oh, you poor dear. You and your sister have been ravaged by the heathens.”

  I had the grace to blush. “It’s…you shouldn’t worry, Gertrude. How are you? Have you heard anything about my parents?”

  “They’re hiding at the monastery. By all accounts, they’re fine.”

  Relief swept through me. “Thank goodness.”

  “I don’t know how to rescue you or your sister. To think of the horrors you’ve suffered at the hands of these scoundrels.” Her face filled with concern. “I’d do anything to spare you more torment.”

  I patted her wrinkled hand. “You mustn’t fret. The Vikings aren’t all that smart, Gertrude. They only require their cocks to be satisfied and then…they…er…fall asleep.” I glanced at my nails to avoid her inquisitive gaze.

  “You’re a good and gracious girl. Your courage is to be commended.”

  I had to get her off this subject. “I need to bathe. Is there any water?”

  “Of course, Milady.”

  “Thank you.”

  I spent the rest of the day preening. Being in our house was a treat. Trunks of clothing had been left behind, and Emma and I dressed in our mother’s gowns, the fabric rich and embroidered. We untangled our hair and arranged it in a simple style, with white wimples to complete the look. Then when the house had grown quiet, we ventured behind the tapestry and into the small hallway hidden in the wall.