Serving My Viking Masters: Complete Series

by Serena Starling

  The cock in my mouth grew harder, the thrusting more intense, then the man loosed his seed in my throat with a shout of triumph. I barely had time to swallow the hot, salty substance before the hard member was replaced with another, just as stiff, just as greedy. The new man grabbed my hair and began a relentless drive down my throat.

  The man behind me climaxed, shooting his seed on my buttocks, eliciting a round of laughter from the men as the one who fingered my anus grumbled at the mess. He removed his finger and I tried to draw my legs together, but he moved around behind me, spreading my buttocks wider. I felt more grease being smeared upon my plundered hole.

  Wildly, I tried to turn to see what the man was doing, but was held still by the rope and by the man who assaulted my mouth. I felt a hard cock against the rim of my anus, then an aching pressure as it slowly forced its way inside me. I cried out, my protests muffled by the thick member in my throat.

  I wiggled and squirmed as the men laughed. Someone dropped to his knees and began to finger my womanhood as my anus was stretched by his comrade. “Get her, Jafri,” the man encouraged. I heard a chuckle as Jafri, the man who’d claimed my anus, intensified his efforts.

  Jafri and the man who had my mouth finished nearly simultaneously, holding me down and driving into my body without mercy. I was allowed no reprieve. As soon as they had vacated my holes, two more men took their place. I gagged on yet another thick cock, but a sob of relief escaped my lips as the man behind sheathed himself in my womanhood instead of my anus.

  More thrusting commenced. The cock in my mouth slippery with my spittle, the one in my womanhood slick with grease and my own wetness. They finally finished amid the cheers and shouts of their comrades. I lay gasping as the men shot their seed into me and on me, then drew away at last.

  My pounding heartbeat slowed. I sagged with relief against the wooden table, unable to move, my long hair draped nearly to the floor. It was over.

  I was wrong. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, then felt someone grasp my wrists to cut my bindings. I was flipped over by strong arms, as one of the men dragged me backward onto the table so my legs dangled over the side.

  Drengr stared down at me, grey eyes as dark as a storm cloud. He sheathed the dagger he’d used to cut me free. My own gaze traveled down to the sizeable bulge in his breeches, and I couldn’t hold back a sob.

  “Shh,” he said softly. “It is almost over now.”

  I tried to squirm from the table, but the other men held me still. Drengr stroked my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle, as his intense gaze drew me in. I calmed, staring up at him, even as the men pressed me on the table and pulled my knees back to expose my womanhood to Drengr.

  I flushed as the big Northman’s hand moved from my face down my body, stroking and caressing my breasts, circling my nipples into stiff peaks. I bit back a groan as he gently twisted them between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting a tightening in my belly and a hot wetness at the juncture of my legs. He cupped my breasts, pushing them high, then twisted my nipples harder. I cried out despite myself, causing the men around me to laugh nervously.

  “She’s still got some spirit left, after all that. Barek won’t be pleased. We weren’t hard enough on her,” Jafri said to Drengr.

  Drengr didn’t respond, instead drawing his hand down my body to rest on my pubic bone. He spread my folds with his fingers, using his thumb to swirl the wetness of my womanhood onto the nub of flesh now throbbing for his touch.

  I groaned as he slipped two fingers into me, driving in so his thumb continued to rub against the sensitive spot at the juncture of my legs. I writhed, feeling my body clench around his fingers as he found a maddening rhythm, watching my face all the while.

  I was gasping now, panting like a bitch in heat as he fingered me, while the men who held me kneaded and pinched at my breasts. My nipples were as hard as pebbles. Smoothly, without breaking his rhythm, Drengr unfastened his breeches and pushed them lower around his hips.

  The buildup began deep in my belly, craving release, just as it had in the forest with Barek. Drengr loosed his manhood from his pants. I wanted him inside me, no matter that these other men had just forced themselves upon me and continued to humiliate me. I wanted Drengr.

  Then I caught sight of the thing Drengr pulled from his breeches, and I screamed. His manhood was huge, not just long but thick, jutting proudly toward my wet slit. The girth of it seemed as large as my own thigh. I fought to get away, trying to draw my legs together, but the men held me tightly. The two who had my legs drew them back farther as Drengr approached.

  “Shh,” he said again. “It will only hurt if you struggle.” Pressing his large palm upon my belly, he used his other hand to guide his massive cock toward my womanhood. I felt it quiver in anticipation.

  He slid it in slowly, inch by inch, the lips of my womanhood pulled tight around the enormous girth of Drengr’s member. I squirmed, moaning in pleasure and pain, stretched to my limit. Drengr sheathed himself, all the way in, watching his own progress with an expression of surprise.

  “Look,” he marveled. I raised my head to see him buried inside me. “How can such a tiny girl take all of me? No woman before you ever has.”

  As if to demonstrate, he pulled nearly all the way out, shocking me again with the size of his enormous cock, then drove himself in to the hilt. I cried out, no longer in pain, at the sensation of being stretched and filled so fully.

  Drengr’s thumb found the nub of flesh, now swollen with need, and swirled my cream around the hard mound as he drove in again. He pounded me relentlessly, causing my breasts to bounce with every forceful thrust. The men who held me twisted my nipples, one even leaning over to suckle and bite at them, while another pushed a finger into my mouth.

  Drengr’s pace increased, his thick, long cock driving hard, as the tightness in my belly bloomed and exploded. My screams muffled by the fingers between my lips, I arched up toward the hot mouths at my breasts and to Drengr’s manhood forcing its way deep into my wet slit. Panting and sobbing, my body clenched so hard around the thick member that Drengr cried out himself. He thrust harder, faster, then finally buried himself deep with a groan of pleasure.

  He collapsed on top of me, breathing ragged, his soft hair falling around my face. Our perspiration mingled as our heartbeats slowed. His body was so heavy I felt crushed, but I was reluctant for him to draw away.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered into my ear, so quietly no one could hear his words but me. My eyes fluttered to his, and I saw the sincere apology there. He pulled away, leaving me cold and sore.

  “It is finished,” he called out over his shoulder in a louder voice, as he fastened his breeches.

  A moment later, Barek entered. The Northmen nodded to their king deferentially, but he looked at none of them. His stony gaze remained on me where I lay naked on the table.

  “Leave us,” he ordered, and the men hastened from the tent. I drew my legs together, wincing, and tried to scramble down from the table. My wobbly legs gave way and I fell to the ground.

  I wiped at my tears, sniffling, as I cowered at Barek’s feet. He’d ordered this, ordered these men to ravage me. To hurt me. And they’d complied with gusto—all but Drengr. By his apology and his gentler touch, it was clear he’d been reluctant to follow his king’s orders.

  I shivered, sore and humiliated, as the king knelt to grasp my shoulders. His blue gaze traveled over my face and body, taking in the evidence of my despoilment.

  “Have you learned your lesson, my little Irish beauty? Will you run again, or will you serve your master happily?”

  I looked into his eyes. I was his slave. He could have killed me then and there or thrown me to the hundreds of Norse warriors who waited outside, warriors who would do just as the men before them had done. I would rather he kill me than be subjected to that.

  I swallowed, nodding my acquiescence. This was my fate, then—to serve this Northern king. To go with him to his homeland and give mysel
f to him in whatever way he required. I was Kira no longer, but a slave. A vessel.

  But alive.

  I dropped my gaze from his, hanging my head in submission. “I will serve you, my king,” I whispered.

  Book 2: Spoils of War

  I awoke to the sound of birds circling overhead, the piercing cries enough to rouse me from the lull of the waves slapping the sides of the longship. My sluggish mind recognized the significance of the sound. We’d been on the open water for some time, so the birds could only mean we were close to land.

  The coarse wool blanket I slept in was all I had to keep the chill at bay. Loathe to rise from my small sleeping area, I cracked my eyes to peer into a watery dawn. The soft haze of the morning slowly shifted from purple to orange as the sun illuminated the cliffs we sailed toward, with a large village just visible beyond.

  My stomach lurched in trepidation. We had arrived.

  Pulling the blanket tight around my shoulders, I sat up, stiff from sleeping on the hard planks. The men milled about on the deck with an air of excitement, King Barek standing at the helm. He turned then, his bright blue eyes suddenly meeting mine, a possessive smile curving his lips. I flushed, dropping my gaze as I’d quickly learned to do. I was only allowed to look at him directly when instructed to.

  The long crossing had been a difficult one for me as the only female on the longship. I should be grateful to now be through with this leg of the journey, as Barek promised I would know only ease and comfort once we arrived at Vikenmar. As long as I continued to please him, I had nothing to fear.

  As the bed-slave of the king, I had a certain dubious status, and Barek’s men left me alone other than a few lecherous stares when his back was turned. But I knew that would change in an instant if Barek gave the word, as he’d done the day I’d tried to escape. Then, I’d been stripped naked with my hands bound behind my back, forced to pleasure seven of his fiercest warriors as punishment for my offense. The humiliating memory of their rough hands and thrusting cocks was enough to keep me from ever again considering escape. Only one man of the seven, Drengr, had been gentle with me. The largest of them all, he’d been careful not to hurt me and had even whispered an apology in my ear as he’d finished. I hadn’t forgotten his kindness. His dark grey gaze continued to plague my thoughts, unbidden.

  Thankfully Drengr was on a different ship, so I needn’t worry about the unexpected attraction I felt for the man, at least while we sailed. Every time we stopped for the night and joined the remainder of the war party, I harbored a sickening fear that I might be caught staring at the huge Northman who endlessly haunted my dreams. Since that fateful evening, I’d made sure to give King Barek no reason for displeasure. Keeping him satisfied was my only goal.

  The dozens of ships sailing behind us carried the numerous Irish slaves being brought back to Vikenmar to work for their new Northern masters. Their hair had been clipped short, the men as well as the women. I was kept separate from them. Barek insisted I speak only Norse, and only to him, while we sailed. I was the sole bed-slave destined for Vikenmar, as the other beautiful maidens captured the same day as I had been already sold.

  The slaves now being transported to Vikenmar were strong-backed individuals meant for manual labor. My beauty had saved me from such a fate, as my master Barek frequently reminded me. Enraptured with my dark golden tresses, soft skin, and ripe figure, he claimed I was the loveliest girl he’d ever seen, and that he’d never tire of bedding me.

  I wasn’t sure if my beauty was a blessing or a curse. For if the king ever did tire of me, I knew exactly what my lot would be. And I would rather die than be subjected to the whims of his depraved warriors, ever again.

  A large crowd of people waited at the docks to greet us, cheering as the ships approached. At Barek’s signal, I crossed the planks to stand behind him, head lowered, awaiting his instruction. I wore a slim silver collar around my neck, nothing like the bulky collars worn by the other slaves, but a collar nevertheless. The delicate band of silver was not simply symbolic—it boasted a ring for easy attachment of chain or rope, just as the more utilitarian collars did.

  Barek turned to me as he pulled a silver chain from the pouch at his waist. I lifted my chin slightly so as to not hinder his ability to attach it. He caressed my cheek, pulling my face up toward his own. I kept my eyes lowered.

  “Look at me,” he instructed. I met his gaze, and he smiled. “My beautiful Kira. As lovely as a summer’s day. Soon you will have no care or toil to speak of—a life of endless pleasure awaits you in Vikenmar. I look forward to spoiling you with jewelry and dressing you in the finest silks. But what I anticipate most of all is seeing you naked in my bed every night, your sweet slit beckoning me. Does that excite you as well?”

  “It does, my King,” I whispered.

  Barek licked his lips, drawing his thumb across my mouth. “I want you on your knees as soon as we’re alone,” he murmured.

  I smiled at him as though I wanted that as well. “As you wish, my King.”

  Barek seemed to suddenly realize we were being observed by those waiting at the docks. “Eyes lowered,” he ordered, and I complied immediately. He quickly affixed the chain to my collar and turned to face the people who cheered the return of their ruler.

  We disembarked to stand on the dock, a crush of people surrounding us. I stood behind Barek with my gaze to the ground, but I heard him speaking to someone. “Take her to Asta and see that she is given a bath. Then have her await me in my chambers.”

  “Would you like me to get her something to eat as well?”

  My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the deep voice of the man who’d spoken. Drengr.

  “Yes. Yes, of course,” Barek spoke absentmindedly as he handed the end of the chain to Drengr, then turned to address his people.

  Drengr lead me away, Barek’s words carrying across the docks as he boasted of the successful raid upon my homeland, extolling the bravery and cunning of his warriors. Drengr was silent until we were a good distance away.

  “You don’t have to walk behind me, Kira.”

  These were the first words he’d spoken directly to me since the night of my punishment. He’d been inside me then, his enormous cock stretching my body to its limit, the sweat of his broad chest mingling with my own as he’d leaned over to whisper an apology in my ear.

  I still heard his voice in my dreams, however; dreams that tormented my mind and left me wet and throbbing with need.

  Drengr slowed his pace and I quickened my own in order to walk side by side. He was a massive man, so tall my head barely reached the middle of his chest, but his size no longer frightened me. Of all the Northman I’d had the dubious pleasure of encountering, he was the gentlest by far.

  “Has Barek treated you well?”

  I pondered the question for some time. How to answer this? Barek was not unkind to me. But I was subjected daily to the man’s lustful whims, whims which I pretended to enjoy. And sometimes I did enjoy them, despite myself, my body responding to his attentions in a way that pleased him very much. But always I harbored a fear I would make a mistake, do something to warrant his displeasure and therefore cause another round of ‘punishment’ from his warriors.

  In response to Drengr’s question, I simply nodded.

  Drengr stopped, and I did as well. I felt his gaze upon me although I didn’t lift my own from the ground.

  “Kira,” he said quietly. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver through my body. Boldly, I raised my eyes to his.

  I allowed myself to look at him, taking in his ruggedly handsome features and stone-grey eyes. He had a beautiful mouth, full-lipped and sensual, although it was usually set in a firm line. Drengr hadn’t kissed me the fateful night of my punishment, but that didn’t stop my imagination from longing for it. A hot flush crept over my cheeks as I again wondered what his mouth would feel like upon mine.

  “I am sorry for what happened to you. Barek is my king. My orders were clear. But I
tried not to hurt you.”

  I nodded, flushing even deeper. “You did not hurt me.”

  Something flickered in his eyes as he studied me. Was it desire, or pity? “Barek is my kinsman as well as my king. If he was not…” He trailed off, looking away. When he finally turned back to me, his face had shuttered over. “Come. We must find Asta.”

  I followed Drengr through the bustling village, drawing curious stares from Barek’s subjects who snickered at the sight of the warrior leading me by a chain like an animal. We finally stopped at an enormous longhouse. He pushed the door open, revealing a cavernous room lined with torches, the centerpiece of which was a hearth large enough to roast a steer in. Dozens of tables filled the room. On the other side of the hearth was a raised area boasting a massive, carved chair. Barek’s chair, obviously.

  “Asta,” Drengr called into the emptiness. There was no response. He called again, louder, his voice echoing through the quiet space. A woman appeared after a moment, a wide smile on her face as she hastened to Drengr. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, and she beamed up at him.

  “Barek is well?” she asked.

  “Yes. He is still at the docks but will return home shortly.”

  The woman nodded with a look of relief. I studied her furtively. Just who was she to Barek? She was very beautiful, with blonde hair done up in an elaborate pattern of braids, and pale blue eyes lined with a smoky black substance that made them nearly glow. She was dressed very well and appeared to be a bit older than Barek.

  An uneasy fear gripped me. Was she Barek’s sister? Mother?

  Or wife?

  Just then a little girl ran into the room, launching herself at Drengr. He scooped her up, chuckling as she wrapped her arms around him and covered his face with kisses. “Drengr!” she exclaimed. “How I have missed you!”