Leif’s intense blue eyes regarded her with interest over the horn as he took a large swig.
“Where have you kept this beautiful gal hidden?” Setting down his horn, Leif addressed Jarl Elof, who sat at Leif’s side, without losing sight of Eileen’s approach.
“She’s a witch,” Jarl Elof murmured, shifting uneasily on his chair.
Eileen frowned at him as she came slowly to a halt before the table. Like the others, Jarl Elof preferred Eileen deep inside the woods, as far away from him as possible. The fear that she could use her magic skills against him was the only reason Eileen had more freedom than other thralls. As long as she served the potions and spells they required, she could do with her life as she wished on the small patch of land Jarl Elof had provided her with.
A slow, mischievous smile appeared on Leif’s face. “It wouldn’t be a hardship to become bewitched by someone like her.”
Eileen’s knees threatened to buckle at the barely hidden promise in Leif’s voice. Aware of all the eyes watching her, of the suspicious looks directed her way, Eileen tried to suppress the increasing urge to just snatch up Leif’s horn and run away. Swallowing hard, she smiled and forced her feet to move the two steps separating her from the table.
“You wouldn’t?” She reached for Leif’s horn and brought it to her lips. Gifting him with a flirtatious look over the rim, she surreptitiously smelled the mead. Oh yeah—it definitely had her concoction in it! Now she only needed to lure him to a safe place and figure out how to counteract the effects of the potion. Not knowing whose hair she’d used was a bit of a problem. Reverse spells always required the same ingredients for the new brews and potions.
Taking the horn with her, Eileen sashayed away, all the while throwing Leif inviting glances over her shoulder. She headed toward the main cabin, willing him with all her powers to follow her. She knew Leif was coming after her the moment his companions began hurling questions his way.
“Ain’t you afraid of getting your cock shrunk like a raisin by that witch?” a man mocked loudly, making Eileen squirm.
She pressed her lips together and kept walking. If she was able to shrink cocks with only a spell, that man would wear skirts for the rest of his life.
“Look at that ass, Edgar.” Leif’s words and the awareness that everybody was probably looking at her rump made her feel a humiliating heat creeping up her face. “She’ll need more than just a spell to get my shaft down again,” Leif assured, amused and obviously at ease being the center of those jokes.
“Leif’s cock is probably bigger shrunken than yours on your best day, Edgar. Just ask your wife, she knows firsthand how well endowed he is,” shouted someone else, making the multitude laugh while Edgar cursed.
Eileen let out a relieved sigh as soon as she entered the main cabin. At least the people from the feast couldn’t see her in here. The horn disappeared from her hand and before her lips opened to protest, Eileen found herself trapped between the wall and Leif’s strong, muscular body.
“Are you prepared to bewitch me now?” he asked in a low, enticing voice.
Her skin prickled in awareness. Leif’s hypnotic blue eyes kept her as trapped as his steely arms, and his hot breath caressed her skin. Yes! Eileen wished there was no empty space left between their bodies.
“No!” Eileen gasped hoarsely, stunned by her thoughts.
“Too late, my little witch,” was Leif’s only answer before he took Eileen’s lips like a starved man would take his last meal.
Leif invaded her mouth with his tongue while his hands wandered possessively over her waist to cup her buttocks. Pressing her against him, Leif let her feel his already powerful desire. As she felt his hard cock pulse against her tummy and how his hands trembled slightly, the doubts Eileen had about the hair she had thrown into the cauldron slowly disappeared. He wouldn’t have desired her so much if his zeal had been directed toward another woman.
Her whole body seemed to melt into burning, dizzying pleasure, but Leif raised his head too soon. His bewildered eyes filled with alarm and he staggered slightly. “I don’t…feel…well.”
Frantically, Eileen checked their surroundings. The cabin was empty, and just outside the door there were only a few drunks and a couple too occupied with each other to pay her and Leif any heed. That’s it! Eileen thought, coming up with a reasonable plan. If people thought she and Leif were looking for a private place to rut without witnesses, nobody would suspect Leif was drugged.
“Let’s go!” Eileen said, taking Leif’s arm over her shoulders to stabilize him.
Leif let out a satisfied sigh.
By Loki! How could someone be so heavy? She grunted as he grabbed her breast and held on. His weight made her knees buckle.
“Where’s your horse?” Eileen asked between clenched teeth.
“Ahhh…naughty girl! Do you want to ride my cock while the beast does all the work?” Leif slurred in an amused tone, nibbling at her earlobe.
Eileen pressed her lips together. Things weren’t going to be easy. She needed to take Leif to her house and tie him up before the potion’s worst effects began to appear. And then what? Would she let him suffer until she found the ingredients she needed for the potion to reverse the spell?
* * * * *
The gentle touch felt wonderfully sweet, the wet tongue tracing each one of Eileen’s sensitive folds, only to find a path to the hidden pearl above. Tender lips sucked the little button softly—almost reverently—into a warm mouth, transforming her long moans into harsh gasps. When a masculine groan came in answer, the vibrating sound extended to the rest of her body. Eileen had never felt so much pleasure, not even in her best fantasies about herself with Leif.
Eileen’s eyes popped open as she remembered how Leif had brought her down with him when he’d fallen onto her pallet. He’d been holding her tight to his torso, leaving her no choice other than to lie with him until he fell asleep. Damn! At the exact instant Eileen became aware she wasn’t dreaming, Leif’s adventurous tongue found its way into her already slippery cunt, making her cry out in pleasure.
She looked down to where Leif’s long hair shined like gold under the moon’s soft beams and watched, entranced, as he licked and lapped and dined at her. Eileen’s thighs were spread wide to accommodate Leif’s broad shoulders, allowing him open access to her pussy. His intense eyes clashed with hers. His lips held on to her little nub, pulling carefully at her sensitive flesh, making the delight run straight to her core. She let out another gasp, wanting to tell him to stop, knowing she should but unable to do so when he kept eating at her with barely controlled hunger.
The pleasure was overwhelming. Eileen could feel the warm cream flowing from her empty core, while her inner muscles contracted, asking for more. She closed her eyes with a low moan. Her hips rose of their own volition and she reached for Leif’s satiny mane to press him closer. A satisfied growl came from his mouth before he gave his craving free rein and ate at Eileen as if his life depended upon it. When his fingers found their way into her pussy, her trembling thighs closed around his head, and when he spread her cream between her ass cheeks, showing her the forbidden bliss she could find there, her body began to spasm. She cried out loudly and held on to Leif’s hair for the wild ride.
Leif didn’t stop. Not when Eileen’s womb seemed to explode in a million tiny shards, and not even when her body seemed to want to escape from the unbearable pleasure. He rose onto his knees with her legs on his shoulders, holding her pussy tight to his mouth while his tongue found new, virgin territory to explore and conquer, making Eileen squirm in painful ecstasy.
Only when Eileen’s voice sounded raw and broken did he separate his shiny wet lips from her still-quivering cunt and let her down. On his knees, with his large, hard cock resting on her open folds, he reached for the cloth of her dress, pulled it up around her waist and effortlessly tore it in two.
Eileen stopped breathing while Leif stared in obvious fascination at her now-exposed body. His rough hands
slid over her rounded tummy in a soft, reverent caress until he reached her full breasts, and without setting them free, he followed the same path with slow, thorough kisses until his lips closed around her nipples to harvest his pleasure from them.
Leif’s trapped cock began to rock forth and back over her slippery folds. She raised her hips in rhythm, seeking the intense contact between the broad, satiny head of his shaft and her sensitive nub, which bathed her in delight with each brush.
Leif’s mouth offered Eileen’s breasts the same blissful attention as it had lavished on her cunt, making her impatient and needy again. Pulling at his hair, she brought his lips to hers and savored his tongue while he took his time to conquer her mouth. Their tongues sparred for dominance, although Leif conceded Eileen nothing but short victories before he took the offensive again.
Only when they both needed to come up for air did Leif stop. Their breaths came out in shallow little puffs, and his cock pulsed powerful and proud against her hot, quivering folds. His eyes stayed glued to hers, dark and hungry; however, he didn’t move, giving her the opportunity to decide if she wanted to go one step further. There was nothing to decide. Eileen wanted him, all of him!
Tugging at him to bring him down again, she kissed him hungrily, ravishing his lips. This time, he gifted her only with a soft, brief kiss. He then raised his head to look into her eyes while he lifted her thigh and his hard rod found her entrance. The big, throbbing head of his cock entered her slowly, letting her feel how he stretched her tight channel, filling her with care. It seemed to take an eternity of pure bliss until he was buried deep inside her.
“Open your eyes!” Leif’s order came out huskily.
He moved his hips backward, slowly, seemingly reluctantly, making her feel empty and abandoned. She was about to complain and beg him to come inside her again when, between clenched teeth, Leif let out a gruff, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!”
And then, before she had time to prepare herself, he plunged into her, strong, hard and fierce. All of his softness had disappeared, only his starved, powerful urge seemed to remain.
Eileen held on to him as he rammed into her, apparently out of control. The cabin filled with their forced breaths, Eileen’s loud cries, Leif’s wild growls, the moist sound of his cock submerging into her wetness, his balls slapping against her ass, and the pallet bumping against the wall. His rod heated her womb to a searing point that made her throw her head back with a never-ending cry while her muscles began to spasm around his shaft. Leif roared fiercely while he pushed one last time into her and went rigid, letting her know that he too had reached his pleasure.
With an exhausted sigh, he let himself fall to the side, taking her with him. Just like that, with their bodies drenched in sweat and his cock still embedded inside her, Eileen fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
* * * * *
Eileen awoke to find Leif sitting beside her pallet, his face contorted in pain while his dark eyes watched her hungrily. She almost winced when she discovered that his shaft was hard again. How many times had he made love to her during the night? Eileen had lost the count.
“You don’t have to…do it,” he protested through gritted teeth when she kneeled down before him.
“I know,” Eileen answered.
She eyed the brilliant little tears on his cock’s broad tip and then gathered them with her tongue, savoring without haste the strange, salty flavor. He groaned, the muscles of his stomach tightened and his teeth clenched. Eileen ignored his reactions, taking her time, the same as he had done all night long with her. She licked his shaft from the root to the top and back again. Occasionally, she stopped to suckle at the broad, purple head, and sometimes she went down to playfully catch his balls between her lips.
She enjoyed the way he squirmed and suffered on his stool. She felt sensual and powerful, seeing the huge warrior fighting for his control…again. She used his need to hold back against him until his hard-as-steel restraint broke. Holding his rod with one hand, he guided it to spread the creamy drops on its tip over Eileen’s swollen lips before he pressed demandingly against them to seek entrance. Her mouth closed tightly around the satiny head of his cock.
“By Odin, woman! Take it at once…I need to come!” Leif grunted while he pushed between her lips.
Eileen would have chuckled but Leif didn’t give her a chance to do so this time. His hips rose at the same time as his hand pressed her head down, making her take his long shaft until her nose was immersed in soft fuzz and her throat was stuffed to the hilt. When Leif began to bump into her mouth with frantic movements, Eileen had to hold on to his thighs in order to not fall backward. Before long, the first spurts of his come coated her throat and some of his milk trickled down her chin.
Eileen felt Leif’s whole body tremble. He slipped down from the stool until he ended on the floor in front of her. Licking Eileen’s lips and chin clean, he shared the treasure with her through a long, delicious tongue sparring, before leaning his forehead against hers with a heavy sigh.
“Let’s break the fast. I’m not able to stop for long. The need for you is already growing again,” Leif warned her.
Eileen was about to tell him she wouldn’t mind but Leif lifted his head abruptly and his body went rigid.
“Dress!” he told her. “People are coming!”
People? Eileen couldn’t hear anything but Leif’s behavior made her uneasy. Soon, she realized what had made him tense. Even before Eileen was able to dress, loud shouts reached her ears and her nervousness transformed into outright fear. There were too many people yelling at the same time to understand what they were crying out, but the nearer the voices came, the easier it was to distinguish words like bewitched, treason and vengeance for the jarl. By Freyja! How could she have forgotten Ingrid? She expected Ingrid to take vengeance toward Eileen for snatching Leif away, but since she’d awakened to Leif making love to her, she hadn’t even thought about that woman. She could only imagine what Ingrid had told her father about what Eileen had done but there was nothing she could do now. Jarl Elof and his kinsmen were coming for her…for the witch.
* * * * *
Standing at Leif’s side, Eileen waited in front of her hut for the angry multitude to reach them. Seeing that Ingrid and her father, Jarl Elof, were leading the mob of villagers, Eileen had to force herself to keep still.
“See, Jarl Leif is here! The witch enchanted the jarl to trap him!” Ingrid yelled, as soon as the crowd halted before Leif and Eileen.
“What are you insinuating?” Leif asked, crossing his arms.
“She’s poisoned you with a love potion!” Ingrid screeched.
“Is this true? Did you make a potion to enchant me?” Leif’s eyes were inscrutable when he turned to Eileen.
Eileen nodded, arms wrapped around her middle in a tight embrace. It didn’t matter if she involved Ingrid or not. Nobody would believe a witch.
“See! The witch admits her treachery! Give her the punishment she deserves!” Ingrid said, her voice full of hatred as she pointed at Eileen.
Eileen tried to hide her shiver as the rest of the crowd voiced their agreement. Punishment for a witch could mean a lot of things and most of them included purifying by fire.
“You are the aggrieved one—what would you have us do to her?” Ingrid’s father asked Leif, eyeing Eileen carefully.
“As compensation for her crime, the witch shall become mine,” Leif stated, straight-faced.
“What? You can’t keep her!” Ingrid’s words came out high and shrill. “She gave you a potion to enchant you and—”
“I assure you my feelings about her haven’t changed. The only effect the potion had on me was the call to fuck her, and, witch or not, that’s exactly what I’m going to do with her. At least until the urge to do so disappears.”
Eileen felt the humiliation creep under her skin at Leif’s cold, explicit words.
“But—” Ingrid gaped at Leif.
“Jarl Leif is within his right
s, Ingrid. The witch has caused his ailment and now she’s going to mend it,” Jarl Elof said firmly, obviously indifferent to what Leif wanted to do with Eileen. Jarl Elof was probably glad to get rid of her.
Leif didn’t wait for the crowd to disperse before he turned and addressed Eileen. “Take whatever you need and prepare to leave.”
“To leave?” Eileen eyed him, and the ground seemed to move under her feet.
Leif ignored her, staring grimly at the now-retreating crowd. “We won’t stay here longer than need be.”
“You can’t just expect me to leave my home!” Eileen protested weakly.
“Of course I can. You are mine now,” he stated, crossing his arms.
“But…” Eileen’s voice cracked and her eyes burned with unshed tears. He was right—she was a thrall, and taking into account Ingrid’s spiteful glances and the men’s lustful ones, there was nothing left here for Eileen.
Chapter Three
Eileen took a surreptitious glance at the man keeping watch outside the door. She was thankful for the privacy Leif had given her while she washed up, but seeing Leif standing quietly before her threshold made her stomach churn, and not in a good way. Was he worried Jarl Elof would come back with his people?
Reluctant to leave her home and the life she knew, Eileen had been trying to buy herself some time. But no new solution came to her mind and her hopes that her wolf would come home in time to take him with her were quickly evaporating. The silly beast had just disappeared. Eileen couldn’t delay their departure much longer. Leif’s clenched jaw, his hands balled into fists and his white knuckles told her that either the potion was still working on his manhood or Leif expected problems.
Eileen swallowed as she remembered his words before the crowd. Some of the villagers had shown lascivious grins at her punishment, and there had been also those whose lecherous gazes told her openly how willing they were to help Leif out disciplining her. He had made it clear what he planned to do with her. She would have helped him relieve his ache by easing her own lustful desire for the man, but now everything had changed. If his intentions were only to use her like a tool, it was up to him when and how he did so. Eileen wasn’t going to offer her body to Leif. Her eyes stung. She was little more than a whore to him. Being a witch was bad enough but at least people had been afraid of her and therefore respected her. Now that the villagers believed she had drugged Leif in order to seduce him—and he’d announced publicly his intentions to use her to service his needs—there was no more respect left for her.
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