Serving My Viking Masters: Complete Series

by Serena Starling

  I spent my days with Asta and little Thora, who reminded me very much of my cousin Neasa I’d been separated from in Ireland. I missed my family with a painful intensity, but knew no good would come from expressing my sadness to Barek, or to anyone else for that matter.

  The king had returned after only a few days, claiming he’d longed for me so greatly he’d nearly come home the first night. He quickly made up for lost time, plying me with fingers and cock the minute we were alone, and I accepted his attentions with a smile as always.

  I knew my fate as a captured Irish slave could have been much, much worse. Grateful to be alive and to not have been sold to the highest bidder, I’d easily accepted my lot as Barek’s bed slave. As Asta had claimed, the king was not a cruel master unless crossed. When I pleased him, Barek’s smile was warm, his hands gentle; words of adoration spilling over his lips like honeyed mead. He insisted I was the most beautiful woman in all the land—my full breasts, round buttocks and tight holes enticing him as no other had before me.

  Yet my frequent ‘disobedience’ forced him to open the chest of depravity at the foot of the bed on a regular basis. Although I was determined to follow Barek’s instructions perfectly, he nevertheless found reason to discipline me often, with gusto. He’d only given me over to his men once, in Ireland, an experience I had no wish to repeat. Thankfully, Barek seemed in no hurry to ever again inflict that harshest of punishments. Yet the slightest offense on my part would ensure I was bound hand and foot, whipped or paddled, my holes plundered without mercy by my king and master.

  I’d finally come to realize that Barek needed the release provided by tying me up and punishing me. Regardless of my offense, or lack thereof, I served a purpose for the king that seemed much deeper than simple lust. And oddly enough, I found pleasure in the discipline he inflicted, even more so than when he was overly gentle. Just as when Jafri and his comrades had forced me in the bathhouse, my body eagerly accepted his rough attentions even when my mind rebelled.

  Barek’s daughter, Thora, had warmed up to me, and we would spend much of our days together as Barek was busy with his kingly duties. One afternoon, Drengr found us in the courtyard, playing a game with a ball and sticks. I noticed him before Thora did. He watched us for a moment without speaking, then smiled as Thora dropped her stick and ran over to him.

  “Drengr! You’ve returned!”

  “I have a surprise for you, Thora. Runa has come home for the remainder of the summer. She’s asking for you.”

  “Oh!” Thora clasped her hands together in delight. “Take me now! Take me now, Drengr!”

  Drengr laughed. “Go tell Asta, then.”

  Thora ran ahead into the house, leaving me alone with Drengr in the courtyard. I shifted nervously, afraid to look up at the big man but nearly powerless to stop myself. My overwhelming need to be near him caused my insides to quiver with excitement. To distract myself, I gathered the discarded ball and sticks in order to carry them into the house.

  “Kira,” he murmured. “How I’ve longed to look upon you.”

  My eyes fluttered to his. The expression on his face was very clear—not pity, but desire, fiery and intense. I could feel his yearning like a living thing, pulling me closer. I actually took a step toward him before I realized what I was doing. Then I panicked, stepping away with a shiver. I needed to get far from this man before I did something that would bring Barek’s wrath upon me.

  “I think of you endlessly, Kira,” he said in a husky voice. “Your face appears in my dreams, over and over. When Helga told me what Jafri and the others had done, I was filled with rage such as I’ve never felt before. It was all I could do to keep from killing them.” His voice dropped even lower. “And it was all I could do to stop myself from forcing my way into your bedchamber afterward, wanting to claim for my own what they’d stolen from you.”

  Feeling a hot flush creep over my cheeks, I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come.

  “You belong to Barek, my king and cousin,” he continued. “I have no right to you. To claim you as a lover would put us both in grave danger. Tell me to leave you alone, Kira. Tell me to stay away, and I will do as you wish.”

  My heart hammered painfully in my chest as our eyes met. I swallowed hard, barely able to force the words to my lips. “I do not wish you to stay away. Please...”

  I trailed off, not quite sure myself for what I begged. I only knew I could not bear to be without him.

  Drengr’s flinty eyes flashed in triumph yet held an odd hint of dread, as though he both desired and feared my reciprocation of his passion. “Who do you think of at night, little Kira, when you awaken in need?” He took a step closer, so close now I could feel his body heat and smell the intoxicating masculine scent of him. “Whose face haunts your dreams—Barek’s? Or mine?”

  I gasped. His words caused my knees to go weak, my womanhood quivering hot and wet with longing. My hungry gaze scraped over his face, lingering at the beautiful mouth I wanted to taste with my own.

  I desired this man as I had wanted no other. Barek be damned.

  “Yours,” I whispered. “Only yours.”

  Book 3: Stolen Pleasures

  I lay awake in my master’s bedchamber, shivering with excitement, and more than a bit of fear of the unspeakable act of betrayal I intended to commit. As nervous as I’d ever been in my life, I waited in eager anticipation for a man who was not my master. I’d waited here many times before, for King Barek, but on this night I awaited the man I would take as my lover.

  Drengr.

  I startled as one of the logs burning at the hearth crumbled into ash, the noise sounding like someone outside. My eyes darted to the door I’d left unlocked for Drengr, holding my breath to listen. There was no other sound or movement. Wiping my damp palms on the material of the thin shift I wore, I arose from the bed to check my appearance in the looking glass Barek had given me.

  I examined my pale face—the frightened visage of a slave girl obsessed with a man not her master. My large blue eyes, devoid of the dark kohl I normally wore, stared back at me. I pinched my cheeks and lips to bring them a bit of color, then artfully arranged twin locks of hair over my shoulders, leaving the majority of my tresses to cascade down my back, just brushing my hips. I’d left it loose, hoping Drengr would prefer it that way.

  I was hopeless at creating the intricate, braided hairstyles the Northern woman wore, as well as drawing the dark lines around my eyes with the tiny brush dipped in black powder. For that I would have needed Asta’s help. I thought it better to be unadorned for my lover’s visit than to alert the astute woman to my impending betrayal.

  Only just this morning had Drengr approached me in the courtyard where I’d been playing with Barek’s young daughter, Thora. He’d come to take Thora to visit her cousin for the day, and the child had run into the house to tell Asta of her plans. Just being near Drengr had sent a rush of desire through my loins so powerful I’d felt dizzy with longing. The massive warrior who plagued my thoughts every waking moment had stood before me, so close we could have touched, and told me of his desire to claim me as his own. Despite my belonging to Barek, his king and kinsman, I’d nearly allowed him to take me then and there.

  “Leave your bedchamber door unlatched this night,” he’d whispered to me as Thora had run back toward us. Then he’d drawn away to leave me standing alone, my womanhood aching with desire for the man I craved with a frightening intensity. A desire that may very well get us both killed.

  Another noise from outside startled me, and I hastily put the looking glass down as I jumped to my feet. The exterior door opened, revealing the outline of Drengr’s enormous body in the darkness. The Northman stared in at me for a moment, then shut the door behind him, turning to latch it tight. He faced me once again, silent and still.

  It was as though all the air left the room and I could no longer draw in a deep breath. Drengr was here. In Barek’s bedchamber. The thing I’d craved and dreaded in equal measure had
come to pass.

  Barek was away from the steading, having journeyed to the neighboring kingdom of Romheim once again for some business with King Mogr, and wasn’t expected to return for several days. Nevertheless, our tryst was not without danger, as Drengr could have been seen entering the secret door to his king’s private chamber. Asta had told me the door had been put in while Barek’s wife still lived, to spare her the embarrassment of seeing her husband’s whores enter his chamber to lie with him. As long as they’d entered and left from the exterior door, she had turned a blind eye to his infidelity.

  I stared up at the warrior before me, a menacing sight indeed. Drengr was the tallest man I’d ever seen, with a solid, powerful build and hands so strong it seemed they could easily crush my skull. His smoke-grey eyes traveled over me, slowly, from head to toe. The pull of his lust seemed a physical thing, my womanhood tightening as though he were indeed inside me.

  “Kira,” Drengr murmured. He stepped closer, so close now I had to crane my neck to look up at him. “How I’ve longed to be alone with you. For your own safety I tried to stay away, but I cannot.”

  His words sent a shiver through my body. I allowed my hungry gaze to feast on his ruggedly handsome features, long, dark blond hair and full beard embellished with silver beads, his impossibly broad shoulders and muscular chest, and those large, calloused hands that I knew from experience could be so gentle. Drengr’s flinty eyes flashed dangerously as his gaze raked over my face, lingering on my lips.

  My breath stilled at the thought of his mouth on my own. I was a slave, not free to give my body or heart to any man but my master, yet all I desired was the warrior who stood before me.

  I dropped my gaze from his to steady myself, but succeeded only in focusing on the enormous bulge in his breeches. A soft whimper escaped my lips and it was all I could do to keep my hands from grasping what they craved.

  Barek had forced Drengr and six other warriors to punish me the night I’d tried to escape in Ireland. The punishment was meant to be severe enough to keep me from ever contemplating running again, and the warriors had been rough with me as ordered by their leader. All but Drengr, whose expert fingers had enticed a mind-shattering release from my body as he’d impaled me with his long, impossibly thick cock. The memory of Drengr’s girth stretching me to my limit frequented my fantasies on a regular basis. I knew exactly what weapon he had in his breeches, and my desire for it knew no bounds.

  “Tell me to leave now, Kira, if you are having second thoughts.” His raspy voice held a note of warning. “I will not be able stop myself once I touch you.”

  Another shiver of anticipation rippled through my body. With a hesitant smile, I met his stony gaze once again. His eyes widened as I slowly pulled my shift over my head and dropped it to the floor. The cold metal of my slave chain snaked between my full breasts as my nipples hardened in silent offering.

  Drengr made a sound halfway between a groan and a growl. With one step he pulled me close and brought his mouth to mine in a crushing kiss. His lips were hot, his tongue demanding entrance, and I opened to him hungrily. The hard length of his manhood pressed into my belly and the intoxicating scent of him overwhelmed my senses as Drengr plundered my mouth. The sheer size of the man exhilarated me; I wanted to feel his huge body atop mine, feel the sweat of his massive chest mingling with my own as he drove deep. I could tell he held himself back a bit so as not to frighten me, but I was beyond fear. I twined my fingers in his hair to pull him closer, my body aching with need.

  Drengr lifted me effortlessly and bore me to Barek’s bed. He tore his shirt off over his head, pausing just long enough for his eyes to roam over my naked body, then his mouth and hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He palmed my breast as he worked his way down my neck, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of heat everywhere his mouth touched. Drengr rolled my nipple between his fingers and thumb, then pinched the rosy bud firmly while drawing his knee between my legs to rock it against my womanhood in a slow, maddening rhythm.

  I cried out, arching up toward him, my slit so wet it left a damp spot on his breeches where he’d pressed into me. He shifted to kiss my breasts, his hot tongue swirling my nipples. As his hand stroked down to seek the core of my womanhood, he sucked a nipple into his mouth the same time he drove a long finger deep inside me.

  I stifled a scream, nearly sobbing with desire, my body so ready for him I felt I might die if he didn’t enter me now. “Please, Drengr,” I beseeched, pulling at him.

  I’d never begged Barek for anything unless he specifically instructed me to do so. I’d never been so overwhelmed with desire to even contemplate begging for carnal gratification; my role with King Barek was simply that of a willing vessel for his needs. There were many times I enjoyed his attentions, true—but nothing like this. I needed Drengr inside me like a drowning swimmer needed to breathe. Nothing, nothing would stop the relentless ache in my womanhood but his long, thick cock.

  He looked at me, grey eyes glinting and face lit with feral lust, his only response to ram another finger in the slick, tight hole of my womanhood as I writhed against him. I tried to rise up to grasp his shoulders, but he pushed me firmly onto the bed, pinning me there as he continued thrusting his fingers deep inside me.

  Drengr shifted his body to kiss my belly, still holding me down with one of his large hands, then moved lower. Without breaking his rhythm, Drengr’s tongue found and suckled the swollen nub of my womanhood.

  I sobbed in earnest now, my body bucking up against him as Drengr kissed my slit, drawing his hot tongue up the sensitive lips stretched tight against his thrusting fingers. I felt the quiver begin deep in my core, so strong it frightened me, and again tried to pull away. Drengr intensified his efforts, driving in even more forcefully as he suckled hard on the nub at the juncture of my thighs.

  I cried out, writhing restlessly, begging for my torture to end. Just as I feared I could take no more, my body exploded in sweet relief, pleasure ripping through me in an exquisite shattering unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I heard the sound of someone screaming, then I felt Drengr’s hand over my mouth. The screaming stopped and all I could hear was blood rushing through my ears in a rhythm that matched that of his thrusting fingers inside me.

  My vision grew hazy for a moment, and when I came to myself again I could only stare up at the massive Northman who hovered over me. My ragged gasps slowed as I blinked in wonder at the man who’d brought me to such dizzying heights of pleasure without even unleashing his manhood from his breeches.

  A smile curved Drengr’s lips as he removed his hand from my mouth to unlace his breeches. Although I was eager for his thick cock, I felt dazed to the point of drunkenness and could only watch him for a moment, barely able to move my leaden limbs.

  He pulled his manhood free from its confinement, long, thick, and impossibly hard, the meaty tip of it glistening with a drop of his own desire. My eyes widened, pulse quickening, as he drew his hand down its girth, never taking his gaze from mine.

  Although I wasn’t certain by any means I could open my mouth wide enough to accommodate his glorious cock, nevertheless I wanted to try. I reached for it, my hand very small against such a weapon, and stroked the shaft as I watched him. Drengr’s eyes were hooded, his cheeks flushed, as I shifted to lie on my belly. Face to face with the beast at last, I was determined to return the pleasure my Northman had just given to me.

  Drengr was so hard it seemed I held the whalebone phallus in my hand instead of a human cock. I feasted my eyes on his magnificent manhood, admiring the sheer size of it for a moment before wetting my lips to open for him. He groaned as I took the thick head of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue over the smooth skin to lap up the drops of moisture glistening from the tip. I was correct in doubting my ability to fit all of him in my mouth; it seemed the head alone filled me up. But I relaxed my throat to force my mouth open a bit wider.

  He groaned again, grasping my hair, as I began to move. I rocked my body to
ward him and back again, sucking greedily, not able to take all of him in but giving my best effort. My jaw ached as I tried to go further, too excited to stop. My slit throbbed as I imagined his thick cock plundering me there as well, and I wiggled my hips in anticipation. Drengr slapped a hand on my buttocks, gripping firmly, then leaned over a bit further to stroke the hot, wet folds of my womanhood.

  He drove two fingers into me, causing me to squeal in pleasure, my moans muffled by the huge cock in my mouth. Drengr’s thrusting fingers propelled my body even closer to his, and I somehow managed to open my mouth a bit wider. Overcome with the bliss of being filled in front and behind, I felt the buildup of pleasure begin again, deep in my core. I sucked hungrily, needing all of him.

  But suddenly he pulled away. I moaned in protest, opening my mouth to take him in once more, but he put his hand on my shoulder to stop me. I looked up at him, panting, as Drengr squeezed the base of his manhood hard, obviously struggling for control. After a moment his fierce gaze honed in on me again. Drengr flipped me over on my back, grasping my hips to pull me close, then spread my thighs wide to accommodate his massive body.

  Open to him and awaiting Drengr’s enormous cock, my pink, wet slit looked woefully small. Even though I knew I’d been able to handle his size before, I was grateful he’d gotten me so ready for him. My womanhood quivered in sweet anticipation of what I’d desired for so long.

  He moved close, cock in hand, watching my face as he pushed the thick tip of it just inside. I gasped, squirming as he inched his way deeper, stretching my wet lips tight around his girth. He kept a hand between my breasts to hold me still as he slowly filled me, as though he feared to go too fast, but I lifted my head from the bed in order to watch, overcome with need to see Drengr’s massive cock buried deep. The combination of pain and pleasure excited me greatly, causing my nipples to harden and my breath to come in a pant. Stretched wide and filled to overflowing, my tight womanhood gripped his thick member eagerly as he finally sheathed himself all the way in.