Serving My Viking Masters: Complete Series

by Serena Starling

  Drengr stared down at where our bodies were joined, again appearing amazed he’d been able to bury his entire cock inside of me. “My beautiful Kira,” he groaned. “How can you take all of me?”

  He began to move, my slick womanhood quivering as he rammed into me, a bit harder each time, watching my face as though he still feared to harm me if he thrust too deeply. Drengr’s muscled torso rippled with every thrust, his huge arms tight with the strain of holding his body weight from crushing me. I writhed beneath him, breasts bouncing with every glorious thrust, overcome with the blissful pleasure of being stretched and filled by his long, thick cock. Barek’s chamber echoed with the sounds of my moans and whimpers, as well as the juicy slapping of our bodies.

  He stilled, breathing hard, again seeming to fight for control. Drengr’s gaze searched my own for a moment. “I want to go deeper,” he ground out. “But I do not want to hurt you.”

  I was overcome with emotion at his words. No man before him had ever asked my permission before using my body in countless ways to satisfy his own lust. My womanhood clenched hard around his cock as I raised up to cup Drengr’s cheek. “Do what you will,” I panted. “There is nothing I would deny you.”

  Drengr’s eyes flashed like a hungry predator as a deep rumble emerged from his throat. He pulled back to stand at the edge of the bed, flipping me over on my hands and knees in one strong, sure movement. He pushed my face down into the furs, then grasped my hips to pull them high. I arched my back, presenting my buttocks and hot, wet slit to him in supplication.

  Drengr groaned loudly as he gripped the globes of my buttocks to bury his manhood inside me again, a rapturous sensation that nearly broke my body in two. The change in position allowed him to drive so much deeper than before, and I twisted my face in the furs to muffle my screams. His huge cock hammered me from behind, my breasts and buttocks bouncing hard with each rough thrust. The delicious pain and pleasure of being stretched, filled, and impaled by such a beast sent me to my breaking point. The trembling began deep in my core, spreading fast with a shuddering explosion that wracked my body with exquisite bliss as Drengr thrust deep a final time.

  “Kira,” he groaned, his huge body tensing as he shot his own pleasure into my depths. His massive member pulsed inside me as my slit quivered and clenched around it, accepting the offering of his hot seed. He curled himself over me and held on, his broad chest to my back, as we both struggled to catch our breath.

  I felt the heat of his body pressed into mine, his heartbeat drumming a rapid rhythm against my own, his huge arm wrapped around me possessively, and experienced the first moment of contentment, no—joy— since being stolen away from my homeland and family. An emotion such as I’d never expected to feel again, I hastened to blink away the hot tears that sprang to my eyes.

  A small sob escaped my throat despite my best effort to hold it back, and Drengr tensed behind me. He turned me over gently, a look of self-reproach written across his features as he studied my face. “I did not want to hurt you…”

  I shook my head, wiping my tears away. “You did not hurt me,” I assured him.

  “Then why do you cry?”

  I gave him a small smile, meeting his intense gaze for only a moment, then turned away. “I cry because I am happy. And I did not think I would ever be so again.”

  Drengr moved to lie next to me in Barek’s bed, pulling me close to nestle against him. I molded my body to his, warm despite the fact the fire had nearly gone out. With my head on his chest and his massive arm around me, I was as warm as I would have been under the furs.

  He stroked my head, twining a lock of my golden hair around his large finger. I watched him languidly, again surprised a man of his size could be so gentle. My face grew warm as I thought of how much I’d enjoyed it when he’d been given permission to not be gentle. Despite the fact that my womanhood was sore from his rough thrusting, a ripple of excitement coursed through my veins with the memory.

  “You are the only woman who has ever been able to take all of me, Kira.” Drengr’s voice rumbled deep where my ear was pressed against his chest. “Even as small as you are. Years ago my father arranged a marriage for me with a suitable girl. I was young and inexperienced, and I hurt her without meaning to. She divorced me on our wedding night. Since then I’ve resigned myself to paying for my pleasure.”

  I snuggled closer, wrapping my arm around his muscular chest as though to comfort the big man. The thought of the wife who’d spurned him made my blood boil. What woman could possibly fail to appreciate Drengr’s glorious cock? But then I remembered my own abject fear when I’d first seen it myself, in Ireland. I’d been sure he would kill me with such a monster; split me in two and leave me to bleed out. If Drengr had indeed been the one to take my maidenhood instead of Barek, would I have been able to withstand the pain?

  “Barek knew this,” he continued. “He was a guest at my wedding and heard my wife screaming. He saw her run from the marriage bed and demand a divorce. When you tried to escape and he told me how he wanted you to be punished, he meant for me to hurt you so badly you would never try to run again. He assumes I did hurt you.” Drengr chuckled ironically. “This is why he trusts me around you. He thinks you are terrified of me.”

  I raised my head to look at him. I studied the big Northman for a moment, taking in his fierce visage. Drengr had the strength of three men and could kill me with his bare hands in the blink of an eye. Yet I felt safer with him than I’d ever felt in my life. “I do not fear you,” I asserted quietly. “You are the only Northman I trust.”

  Drengr’s gaze was intense as he met mine. His jaw clenched hard, as though he struggled with a difficult emotion. “I wish I had found you before Tannr did,” he said finally.

  “I wish that as well,” I sighed, averting my gaze. “Then I would be your thrall, not Barek’s.”

  “No.” Drengr hooked a finger under my chin to pull my face back to his. He examined the delicate slave collar around my neck, running the long chain through his hand, his expression hardening even further. “Then you would be my wife.”

  I gasped, unable to speak for a moment. Drengr’s face shuttered over and he sat up to rise from the bed. I watched him, still unable to wrap my mind around his words. His wife. Drengr would have me for his wife if I was free.

  “Dawn approaches,” he growled, stalking about the room in search of his discarded clothing. “I must depart.”

  I arose from the bed to help him, wrapping a blanket around me against the chill. He knelt near the bed, suddenly growing silent. Even though he didn’t speak, I felt a drastic change in his emotions. I furrowed my brow as I stepped closer.

  “What are these?” he ground out, pointing to the heavy wooden posts attached to the bed. A thick metal hook was embedded in each post.

  At my silence, Drengr looked up at me. His face was furious to behold. I’d assumed he knew about his king’s unusual predilections, but by Drengr’s response it seemed clear I’d been wrong. A deep flush heated my cheeks, and I hung my head in shame.

  Drengr rose, towering above me. “What does he do to you?” he demanded.

  My lips were trembling too hard to speak. Instead, I walked to the foot of the bed and gestured to Barek’s trunk.

  Drengr strode over, flipping open the lid. He stared down at its contents for a long moment. Reaching in, he pulled out one of the leather cuffs Barek used to restrain me, then one of the whips. I studied his face, red with fury, and wanted to sink into the floor.

  “He hits you with this?” Drengr’s voice shook with anger as he held the whip out toward me.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Drengr dropped the items back into the trunk, pulling out one of the whalebone phalluses. Then the long chain. Then the nipple clamps.

  “Stop,” I begged, placing a hand on his huge forearm that was nearly vibrating with rage. “Please.”

  He turned his fierce gaze to mine. “Do these things…bring you pleasure?”

 
How to respond to this? I swallowed hard, flushing. “Sometimes,” I admitted quietly. “At first it frightened me. But I grew accustomed to my master’s ways.”

  Drengr was silent for a long time. He finally dropped the items back in the trunk and slammed the lid shut. “I must depart,” he said. “The city will awaken soon.”

  I nodded, sick with regret. Should I have spoken the truth about finding pleasure in Barek’s discipline? Perhaps Drengr now thought badly of me. I turned away, rapidly blinking away the tears that were building behind my eyes.

  But Drengr grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He leaned over to kiss me, gripping the back of my head with his huge hand. I opened to him with a small moan as his tongue took possession of mine and the kiss deepened. Drengr finally drew away, meeting my gaze as I blinked up at him. “My only wish is to make you happy, my sweet Kira. And I will see that you are.”

  Sleep eluded me the remainder of the night. I finally rose, bathed and dressed in a clean shift and gown, then examined the room to ensure no trace remained of my tryst with my master’s kinsman. Moving through a shroud of melancholy, I wasn’t sure when, or if, I would ever be alone with Drengr again. As I fluffed and straightened the bedding, I thought of the loving words he’d spoken to me as we lay together on Barek’s bed. He wanted me as his wife. I knew it could never be, yet the fact he’d spoken such a thing meant so much. I raised the fur he’d laid upon to my face, breathing in the faint scent of him. A soft sob welled up in my throat.

  No. I straightened resolutely, tamping down the flame burning in my soul for this man. Such sentiment would only serve to get us both killed. I told myself Drengr’s words had been said in a moment of passion, not out of any real love for me. He was a man; a man with carnal needs like any other. I’d satisfied his needs and he’d been grateful. Nothing more.

  I had to believe it. I was the bed slave of a powerful king, not a woman free to give her heart to one of the king’s warriors.

  Barek returned the next day, earlier than anticipated. Accompanied by two well-dressed young men, my master was in a foul mood unlike any I’d ever seen before. I stood at the loom with Asta, next to where little Thora played with her dolls. Asta and I exchanged an anxious look as Barek stalked into the house, glaring at everyone. His gaze finally landed on me.

  Icy fear gripped my belly. Had he learned what had transpired in his bedchamber the night before? What would become of me now? What would become of Drengr?

  The two men who’d arrive with Barek stood next to him, staring at me as well. I felt their eyes travel over me lustfully, their silent assessment causing the hairs to rise on the back of my neck.

  “Go outside, Kira,” Barek ordered in a voice tight with emotion.

  I scurried out to the courtyard, having no choice but to pass by my master and his two companions on the way. The men turned to gawk at me further, a liberty I was surprised Barek allowed. But even as angry as he was, he reprimanded them not.

  Drengr stood in the courtyard, alone. I stopped short when I saw him, gazing up at him with uncertainty. I wanted to go to him, but knew better. He stepped close nevertheless, but refrained from touching me. His eyes were stony as he glared behind me at the door from which I’d come.

  “What did Barek say to you?”

  I shook my head. “He only told me to go outside. He is very angry…do you think he knows?”

  “No,” Drengr reassured me. “But there is treachery afoot. He arrived with the sons of Mogr, which does not bode well for Vikenmar.”

  “Why?” I whispered.

  “His daughters were betrothed to them long ago. King Mogr is a wealthy man, and gave Barek much aid when Vikenmar needed it, based on the goodwill the betrothals to the princesses of Vikenmar had forged. But when his daughters died before they’d married Romheim’s princes, Barek was left with no way to pay his debts. Our king has been slowly giving him tribute of goods and slaves with every raid. But Mogr is not a patient man.”

  “Why are his sons here now?”

  “I know not. But Barek spoke to me privately before he entered the house, and said he wanted you away from Vikenmar for the day. He told me to saddle a horse for you and Thora, and wait here in the courtyard.”

  I swallowed hard, my belly in knots. Drengr and I stood together silently for quite some time, waiting. Finally, Thora ran into the courtyard, blonde hair billowing out behind her, calling my name as she approached the spot where I stood with Drengr. I jumped, as guilty as if I’d been caught in a shameless embrace with the man. Drengr stepped away, turning to Thora with a strained smile. I smoothed the silk of my gown over my hips, struggling to control my emotions before I allowed myself to meet the child’s gaze.

  “Father says he wants to see you now, Kira.”

  I nodded, not allowing myself to look at Drengr. I could only pray Barek would not be able to read the guilt on my face. Lowering my head and clasping my hands in front of me, I held the end of the delicate slave chain I wore around my neck and followed Thora.

  I entered the house, cool and dark after the bright sun outside, blinking as my eyes adjusted to the dimness. “Kira,” Barek called from where he sat near the hearth in his carved chair. He seemed deep in conversation with the sons of King Mogr. I could feel their eyes on me as I approached.

  I stood next to my master, keeping my gaze to the ground respectfully, and waited for him to speak. Barek hooked a finger under my chin in order to examine my face. I kept my eyes lowered, having learned early on to never initiate eye contact unless specifically instructed to do so.

  “You are flushed,” he said finally. “Mind you don’t let the sun ruin your skin.”

  “I am sorry, my King,” I whispered.

  “Thora wishes you to accompany her to visit her cousin.”

  I was startled at this, but did my best to keep my face impassive. I knew from conversations with Asta that Thora’s cousin was Runa, daughter of Drengr’s sister. “Yes, my King,” I murmured.

  “Do you wish to go?”

  “Only if you wish it, my King.”

  Barek grunted, but I could tell he was pleased with both my response as well as my submissive posture. He had taken great pains to train me perfectly. The two warriors stared at us in fascination.

  “Very well,” Barek replied. “You may go. But stay with Drengr and be home before dusk. I have business to conduct with the sons of Mogr.”

  I nodded my acquiescence. “Yes, my King,” I said quietly.

  “Look at me, Kira.”

  I raised my eyes from the floor to meet his intense blue gaze. He stared at me for what seemed a very long time. Then his countenance hardened. “And look at them.”

  It was all I could do to keep my face relaxed in a sweet, guileless expression as I allowed my eyes to rest on the sons of Mogr, each in turn. I realized the tall young men were twins, both with pale blue eyes, sharp features, and silvery-blond hair. One had an old scar on his cheekbone, but other than that they seemed identical. They stared at me with unbridled interest, lingering on my mouth and breasts. Again, I was taken aback at the liberties they took for granted in plain sight of my master.

  After a moment Barek nodded, turning from me with a dismissive waive. “Go,” he said.

  We rode in silence for some time, little Thora a bit ahead of us on her pony, Drengr and I staying slightly behind. The road was congested with people, horses, and carts, loud with the shouts of running children and fishmongers hawking their wares. Once, I had been such a girl, pushing a heavy cart of fish before me, calling out to everyone I saw of the freshness of my catch. That seemed another lifetime ago, the innocent Irish girl I’d been all but dead now. I was a Northern king’s pleasure slave, I reminded myself. To wish for anything else was dangerous.

  But wish I did. I was acutely aware of Drengr riding beside me, excited with the possibility I may very well lie with him again this day. My mind churned with desire, fear, and dread. I wanted to look over at him and allow myself to drink in his masc
uline beauty, but I kept my gaze firmly affixed to the haunches of Thora’s pony. There were so many people on the road, so many potential schemers eager for Barek’s ear who would take the opportunity to tell him of any inappropriate behavior on my part.

  Drengr and Thora turned the horses down a narrower lane, and Thora kicked her pony into a trot. Drengr leaned over toward me, smiling ever so slightly. “When we arrive, ask to use the privy.” Then he flicked the reins to follow Thora.

  Drengr’s sister lived on the outskirts of Vikenmar, on a small farm near the forest. It was a tiny steading, the entire house seeming only as large as one of the bedchambers in Barek’s luxurious home. A girl a few summers older than Thora ran out to greet us with a squeal of glee.

  Thora leapt from her pony before it had even fully stopped, throwing herself into the girl’s embrace. Drengr dismounted and took my horse by the reins. He reached up for me, his flinty gaze again shuttered as his huge hands wrapped around my waist. Drengr lifted me down as though I weighed nothing, but I took the opportunity to steady myself on his broad shoulders. The heavy muscles rippled under my hands as he set me on my feet, his delicious masculine scent sending my pulse racing and a warm wetness to the juncture of my thighs.

  A woman exited the house, obviously Drengr’s sister, and I did a double take despite myself. She looked very similar to the slave woman Helga who lived at Barek’s steading, the only slave Drengr told me I could trust. I suddenly understood that the slave woman must be kin to these two siblings.

  “Gisla, this is Kira, Barek’s thrall,” Drengr said curtly as he led the horses to a shady spot. “Don’t frighten her.”