Serving My Viking Masters: Complete Series

by Serena Starling

  As he finally pulled away, I collapsed against the log, utterly spent. But Erik knelt beside me to lift my head gently. He tsked as he saw the trickle of his seed down my face. “You must swallow it all, sweet Kira. Every drop.” Erik swept the milky drops away with his finger, then pushed the finger into my mouth. “Lap it up,” he instructed, nodding as I suckled his fingers. “There must be no evidence that Vakr and I disobeyed our father. He wouldn’t like anyone spoiling his prize.”

  My belly clenched with anxiety as we approached the city of Romheim. Large and chaotic, the city was already awake with the sounds and smells of a bustling marketplace. The subjects of King Mogr moved aside quickly to let us pass, staring at me with wonder. I allowed my gaze to settle on the impressive longhouse that loomed above us, high on a hill, and a shiver went through me. As Erik turned the horse and urged it forward, some of the people in the marketplace set aside their tasks to follow us.

  Two thralls met us at the door to take our steeds as we dismounted. I wiped my damp palms on my gown, praying for courage, as Erik threw open the large, oaken door. The sounds of numerous people greeted us; Mogr and his men enjoying their morning meal in the great hall.

  “Father,” Erik boomed into the cavernous, smoky room. “We have returned with Barek’s gift.”

  The room went silent as all eyes turned to me. I stood perfectly still, gaze lowered and hands clasped, a vision of willing servitude although I wanted nothing more than to run away. Barek had trained me well.

  The silence dragged on. “Come here, girl,” Mogr said finally. “Let me see you.”

  I drew in a shaky breath, grasped my slave chain to avoid stepping on it, then approached the King who owned me for the day. He sat in an ornately carved chair, high on a dais with his own table so all could admire him. I stood below, awaiting his command.

  “Look at me.”

  I raised my gaze to that of the large man before me. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, King Mogr was older than Barek, but no less virile. Hair and beard shot through with silver, face tanned and deeply lined, he possessed a rough, dangerous attraction that I found unnerving. He stroked his long beard as his hungry gaze traveled over me from head to toe. “Exquisite,” he breathed. Beneath heavy brows, his piercing blue eyes held me prisoner. “The rumors of her beauty do not disappoint.”

  Mogr drained the last of the ale before him, then called for the table to be taken away. Two slaves scurried to comply, leaving nothing between me and the rugged king who held my fate in his hands.

  A low, excited chatter reached my ears from the hall of warriors behind me as the knot of anxiety tightened in my belly. I was accustomed to Barek’s unusual ways and harsh methods of discipline. But something about King Mogr frightened me. For the first time since learning of Barek’s unholy agreement, I wondered if I would ever see Vikenmar again.

  He beckoned me forward. I raised my skirts modestly to step up on the dais, standing where the table had been but a moment ago. Mogr was a massive man, not as large as Drengr but still possessed of a thick, beefy torso and strong hands that could crush my skull. He reached out to stroke a lock of my hair. “Ahh,” he whispered. “As soft as silk.” He traced my lips, then pushed the tip of his finger just inside. I tasted the succulent meat he’d been enjoying before we’d entered the hall, a stark reminder that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. I lapped at his finger without meaning to.

  A groan escaped him and he shifted his breeches a bit. “Remove your clothing, my sweet,” he ordered in a voice loud enough for all to hear. “Let me see what I’ve bought.”

  My widened gaze me his, praying he was jesting with me. He was not. The room full of men behind me buzzed with anticipation, and although I couldn’t see them, the musky sent of their desire filled my nostrils.

  Swallowing my fear, I removed my clothing with shaking fingers. A thrall hastened to carry my clothing away as I stood before the king and several dozen lustful men, naked save for the silver collar and chain I wore around my neck.

  Mogr motioned for me to turn around in a circle, and I complied. His gaze traveled over my body slowly, his sharp blue eyes resting in turn on my full breasts, rounded buttocks, and long, slender limbs. “So lovely,” he whispered. “No wonder Barek refused to give you up.”

  Face flushed, the king’s breathing quickened as he reached for the chain, tugging me closer. He cupped my breasts like ripe fruit, kneading the flesh and pinching each rosy nipple in turn, making me gasp, then slid one hand around my waist and over my buttocks. As his full mouth found my nipple, he reached through my legs from behind to stroke the slick folds of my womanhood.

  I cried out, partly from desire and partly from embarrassment at being on display for all to see, and the men went into an uproar. They shouted in approval as Mogr pulled my slave chain down so I had no choice but to bend over toward him, presenting both my tight holes to the room of warriors.

  Face to face with Mogr, he met my gaze squarely as he drove a thick finger inside me. Already wet, my slit clenched hard around the intrusion, quivering involuntarily as he began to thrust. The men behind me whistled and stomped their feet at the display before them, and I wanted to sink into the floor. I blinked away the tears that sprang to my eyes. “Do not fret, child,” Mogr said, jabbing so hard I nearly lost my balance. He drew his finger out for a moment to swirl it on the nub of flesh between my legs. “You have the opportunity to pay back all that your master owes me. That is quite an honor for a slave, even one as exquisite as you.”

  Despite myself, my slit grew even hotter at his attentions. Mogr kicked my legs slightly farther apart, piercing me with two fingers now. I panted, trying to block out the sounds of the warriors behind me. I desperately wanted to avoid climaxing in front of them all.

  Mogr called out for a length of rope, and my eyes widened in fear as the thralls scurried to obey. What did he mean to do to me?

  Releasing me but for a moment, Mogr turned my body so I now faced the hall of men. He tied my wrists in front of me, then threw the other end of the rope over a beam above us. He pulled sharply, drawing my hands high above my head, so that my toes barely touched the floor. I dangled helplessly as the men shouted their approval.

  Squirming in fear, I felt Mogr move behind me, but I could see nothing past my own arms. Suddenly I was lifted as Mogr wrapped his huge hands around my thighs, spreading them wide. He held me effortlessly with one heavy forearm around my waist, and I felt the hard pressure of his cock between my legs, seeking entrance. I squirmed to no avail as the thick head of his member found my slick folds. Mogr’s hot breath was in my ear as he sheathed himself inside me with a grunt of satisfaction.

  My body dangling on display for the hall of warriors, and with Mogr’s girth stretching me wide, he gripped my hips and began to thrust. The juicy sound of my womanhood was audible throughout the hall as Mogr drove deep, my ripe breasts bouncing with each rough stab of his throbbing cock. One hand snaked up to my breast, twisting hard enough to make me cry out. The men were on their feet now, shouting encouragement to their king as he drove into me without mercy. I whimpered in mortification to see that several of the men had unlaced their breeches, and now pleasured themselves as they watched my ravishment.

  Mogr called out for grease and the slave hastened to comply. The king paused, drawing out of my womanhood for a moment, and I panted with the short reprieve. But it was not to last.

  “I will claim this hole as well,” he whispered roughly in my ear as he lifted me once again to smear grease around my anus.

  The warriors in the hall went into an uproar as I wriggled desperately, my body aching as he pushed himself past the tight rim of my anus. But I was unable to escape the violation of Mogr’s thick member into my most delicate area. With his forearm clenched possessively around my belly, he forced himself all the way inside as I whimpered and squirmed to escape the intrusion.

  The internal muscles of my anus quivered as Mogr assaulted me without mercy. He snaked his hand
down to stroke my womanhood, swirling the nub of flesh at the juncture of my thighs, causing my hot juices to dribble over his fingers and down my legs. I moaned in pain and in pleasure, stretched to my limit but desperate for climax. A few of the men moved closer, cock in hand, still below us but close enough so I could see the purple, hard evidence of their desire as they stroked their own engorged flesh with feverish intent.

  As Mogr’s thrusting intensified, the man directly below me cried out and shot his seed so high it splattered upon my face and breasts. Another stepped forward, then another, shooting their lust upon my body. Dripping with my own desire, I could take no more. The hot juices spurting onto my flesh catapulted me into a twisting, screaming climax. Mogr cried out as my body clenched hard around his member, and he shot his own load deep into my anus.

  My head dangled in exhaustion as Mogr’s cock pulsed the last of his seed into my body. The salty seed of his men dripped down my face, and I was unable to wipe it away.

  Mogr fastened his breeches, then stood before the hall of men until they grew quiet. He grasped me by the hair so I had no choice but to look out upon them. Dozens of lustful eyes pierced me, and I shuddered to think what Mogr had planned for me next.

  He addressed the warriors below. “For years, I assisted the neighboring kingdom of Vikenmar, as my sons, Erik and Vakr, were to wed the lovely daughters of Barek. I was happy to pay an exorbitant bride price for the pair of them, knowing both our houses would prosper with the mingling of the bloodlines. Alas, it was not to be.”

  Mogr turned to a thrall standing nearby, nodding a silent order to the man. The slave hastened to a shadowy corner of the hall, returning with a large, ornately carved wooden chest. He placed it at my feet.

  Mogr moved behind me again, still holding me by the hair. He brought his other hand down upon my buttocks with a resounding slap. I jumped, whimpering.

  “Once each moon, this girl will belong to me to do with as I wish. I plan to enjoy her body as thoroughly as I have this morn. However, I am not such a greedy man as Barek. Whoever adds a few coins to this chest will prove himself worthy of her nubile flesh. When the chest is full, Barek’s debt to me will be paid.”

  With another nod from Mogr, the slave unlatched the chest and threw open the lid. The empty space inside loomed at me. I bit my lip, fighting back the hot tears that sprang to my eyes.

  I was led by a female slave through the hall, then shown into a spacious bedchamber in the rear of the longhouse. Warmed by a crackling fire, the room boasted an enormous bed, a plank table, and several reclining benches covered with pillows and furs. Another thrall followed with a platter of food and a goblet of wine, setting the repast down upon the table. She left quickly without looking at me.

  Still naked, I shivered despite the fire. “Where is my clothing?” I asked hesitantly.

  The first thrall gave me a rueful smile as she moved to stir up the fire to warm me. “You are not to have it until you leave. I am sorry.”

  It seemed I was to be nude for my entire stay at the kingdom of Romheim. I nodded with a heavy sigh. “What is your name?”

  “Hilde,” the woman replied. She removed a fur from the bed and threw it over my shoulders. “Eat now, before your food grows cold. Inga will bring water for bathing soon. King Mogr will want you fresh.”

  I sat at the table and began to tear into the food before me. I felt as ravenous as if I hadn’t eaten for days. Hilde watched me enviously as I stuffed another hunk of meat, dripping with juices, into my mouth. My chewing slowed as I studied her. Despite my hunger, I pushed the platter towards the thrall. “I’ve had enough. Would you like the rest?”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, no. I could not. The meat is only for you…to keep your strength up.”

  Her words sent a chill through me. I had a sudden longing to be back in Vikenmar, surrounded by familiar faces. I missed Asta and little Thora with a surprising intensity. But it was the face I loved more than any other that haunted me. The memory of Drengr’s flint-grey eyes, filled with pain when I’d broken his heart, made me tremble with regret. How I wished to be with my gentle warrior, away from this vile place.

  Overcome with melancholy, I sipped wine from the carved goblet to mask my emotions. The second slave entered the bedchamber carrying a bucket of water and a cake of soap. She set them down on the table, then turned on her heel to nearly run from the room.

  “Prepare yourself for King Mogr.” Hilde’s gaze was pitying as she watched me try to hide my tears. “I know not when he will require you again.”

  I slept deeply after my bath, dreaming of Drengr, his long hair and bristly beard tickling my tender flesh as he bent over me to kiss my naked breasts. The masculine scent of his large, hard body filled me with longing as he drew my sensitive nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily. His mouth moved to my womanhood, licking over my hot slit, eliciting a moan from my lips as I arched up for more.

  There was a chuckle near my ear, followed by another near my feet. My eyes flew open just as rough hands clamped down on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. I met the smiling gaze of a man with long dark hair and a short beard leaning over between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juices. Another man kneeled behind my head, holding me down. As I turned to look up at him, his rock-hard erection bounced against my cheek.

  A voice across the room made me jump. “Do not struggle, little Kira,” Mogr instructed. I raised my head to see him reclining on the bench between Erik and Vakr. The twins’ eyes sparkled with excitement. “Rafn and Otr are my best warriors, barring my own sons. I have granted these four the boon of your flesh this day. Any thrall should be honored to accept such virile seed.”

  Nevertheless, I squirmed in protest as the dark-headed man spread my thighs wider. “Hold her still with your cock, Otr,” he advised the man behind me. “I would taste this sweet honeypot once more.”

  Otr shifted to face me now, pinning my arms to the bed with his legs. His thick, heavily veined member loomed before me, the tip shimmering with a drop of desire. Smirking in anticipation, he moved his hips so his cock smacked against my face. I had no choice but to open my mouth to accept his offering.

  With a groan of pleasure, Otr pushed past my lips to sheathe himself deep. His hard, smooth flesh filled my mouth to overflowing as the tip of his manhood hit the back of my throat. He began to move slowly at first, as though savoring the sensation, then rocked his hips faster, forcing his meaty girth in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. Pinned against the bed by Otr’s driving cock, I was helpless to move as Rafn spread the lips of my womanhood to again lick and suckle my flesh. As his mouth found the sensitive nub at the juncture of my legs, my cries were muffled by the rigid cock in my mouth.

  Exposed and spread wide, I was completely defenseless as the warriors took their pleasure. I felt hands on my breasts, and my eyes rolled to see the Romheim princes looming over me on either side. Vakr’s gaze focused on my mouth, stretched wide to accept Otr’s thick member, my own spittle dripping from the corner of my lips. Groaning, he tweaked my nipple hard, twisting the rosy bud until I cried out again.

  Erik met my gaze, holding something up for me to view. A phallus, long and very thick, gleamed white in the firelight.

  I writhed helplessly as the twins pulled my legs back even further. Rafn drew away for a moment, the absence of his hot mouth on my womanhood making me quiver. Then I felt a hard pressure against my wet slit as the heavy phallus was pushed past my sensitive nether lips and deep into my womanhood, stretching me tight around its girth. He pulled it nearly out, only to drive it home again, over and over, making me squirm and whimper against such a relentless violation. The juicy sound of my flesh accepting the unyielding phallus filled the room.

  Both holes filled to overflowing and with Erik and Vakr kneading and suckling at my breasts, pleasure rippled through my traitorous body in a hot, urgent need for release. Quivering, I tried to hold it back, to no avail. The buildup deep in my core could not be denied, and I screamed
out around Otr’s cock as my release exploded. The inner muscles of my womanhood clamped down upon the hard phallus in waves of pleasure as I wriggled helplessly underneath the four men.

  Otr’s member grew even harder in my mouth. He cried out, grasping my head as he shot his hot seed into to back of my throat. I sputtered and swallowed, gasping for breath around his still pulsating cock as he finally pulled away.

  Vakr pushed a protesting Rafn aside to pull me roughly to my feet. I stumbled as the prince dragged me to the table near the fire. “I cannot wait any longer,” he ground out, lifting me bodily to sit upon the table, facing him. He pushed me back upon the rough planks, spread my legs wide, and drove his thick cock deep into my slick folds.

  Still wet and sensitive from my release, I cried out as I was filled anew by his rigid member. He threw my legs over his shoulders and leaned over my body, grasping both my breasts as he rode me hard. The other men approached impatiently, cock in hand, lust written upon their faces.

  “Turn her, brother,” Erik urged, stroking his hard member. “Share her mouth with us.”

  Without missing a beat, Vakr grasped me under my hips and shoulders to move me a quarter turn upon the table, so my body lay across the short side. No longer fully supported by the planks, I gripped the edge with both hands to keep from going off the other side by Vakr’s pounding. But Erik grasped me by the hair so my head dangled backward. For a confusing moment, I saw the world upside down, then my mouth was filled with his thick, throbbing cock.

  The twins drove into me vigorously, matching their pace as they had in the forest, as I teetered between them on the narrow table. My breasts bounced in time to their thrusts as my body was filled with their unflagging onslaught. Vakr cried out, pulling his manhood from my slit to shoot his seed upon my belly and breasts. Seconds later, his brother relieved his load in my mouth. I squirmed and coughed as I tried to swallow upside down.