Serving My Viking Masters: Complete Series

by Serena Starling

  I kept myself occupied with Asta and Thora, thankful to be back in the company of the two. After a morning of weaving, I went outside with Thora to play with her in the courtyard. I continued to look over my shoulder, watchful for Drengr as well as the return of Barek, but there was never a tell-tale cloud of dust rising from the road that would announce a rider approached, and never a shadow of a large Northman behind me. It seemed the sun would set without me setting sight on either of them.

  I worried very much over how Mogr would react to Barek’s sudden refusal of their bargain. I could only pray that Barek would be able to sway the Romheim king to understand his reasoning, and agree upon a different arrangement. Barek had taken along several of his comeliest female thralls in hope that Mogr would take a liking to one of them. I was relieved to see he hadn’t included Helga in the group. It was hard enough to think of another slave being forced to take my place, but I wouldn’t have been able to swallow the guilt if that slave had been Drengr’s sister.

  After a quiet supper, I decided to retire early. I kissed Thora goodnight and headed to Barek’s bedchamber, nearly running headlong into a female thrall who was exiting the room at the same time. The girl blinked at me in fear, her eyes darting to the side as though looking for a way to escape.

  “Pardon me, Mistress,” she stammered, dropping her gaze to the floor. “You startled me…I was only straightening your bedchamber.”

  “Thank you, Siv,” I responded, stepping aside to let her pass. She bobbed her head in deference, then scurried away toward the kitchen.

  It seemed so odd to be called ‘Mistress’ now. How quickly the other thralls had changed the way they treated me. Siv, the girl who’d just cowered in my presence like a terrified mouse, had been on friendly terms with me before last night. She’d confided in me several days before of her unrequited love toward Tannr, the prince and heir of Vikenmar. She’d giggled, red faced, as she gushed on about Tannr’s honorable nature and amazing skills as a warrior. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d stabbed her honorable warrior with his own blade when he’d captured me in Ireland, or the fact that he’d been quick to fill my mouth with his cock when his father had allowed it.

  But now Siv, like all the rest, treated me with reverence. I fingered my throat as I entered the bedchamber, absentmindedly stroking the spot where my slave collar used to sit. My skin felt naked without it. How odd that the absence of a small piece of metal could make such a difference in how the people of this land viewed me.

  Siv’s strange behavior had made me nervous, and I glanced around the bedchamber to see if anything looked unusual. A fire burned brightly at the hearth, illuminating the tidy room. The bedding had been fluffed invitingly. Nothing appeared out of place.

  It seemed Siv spoke the truth. I undressed, donned a fresh shift, and climbed into the big bed to see what the morning would bring.

  I awoke hours later to the sound of someone in my room. I sat up, heart pounding in my ears, straining to see in the semi-darkness. The fire was nothing more than coals, but I saw the faint outline of a male figure near the exterior door.

  “Barek?” I whispered, clutching the bedclothes to my breast.

  “Grab her,” a familiar voice hissed from the shadows. Jafri.

  I screamed. There was the sound of movement as the first figure rushed toward me, cutting short my cries with a strong hand around my mouth. I struggled in vain as the attacker lifted me from the bed, one hand pinning my arms to my sides as he kept me quiet with the other.

  I squirmed helplessly as the man who held me laughed in my ear. “Keep fighting, little Kira. My cock enjoys your efforts.”

  I recognized this voice as well. Vakr, one of the princes of Romheim, was the one who held me. Fear coursed through my body at this unexpected turn of events. Why were Jafri and Vakr, warriors from two different kingdoms, working together? Siv must have unlatched the exterior door when she’d been in my room earlier that evening. But that could only mean Tannr was also in on this vile plan. Siv wouldn’t face Barek’s wrath for anyone other than her prince.

  What had happened? Where was Barek?

  “Rip up the bedding to tie her with,” Vakr instructed. “And we’ll gag her as well.”

  I struggled harder, trying to free my mouth enough to shout for help. What did they mean to do to me?

  Instead of following Vakr’s orders, Jafri instead made his way to the trunk at the foot of the bed. He flipped it open with some difficulty, as his hands had not yet completely healed from Drengr’s punishment. “I’ve got a much better idea,” he informed Vakr, holding up the leather cuffs. “My king has unusual tastes when it comes to how he takes his pleasure. We’ll bind her with these, and take the rest with us.”

  Vakr’s cock stiffened behind my back as Jafri pulled out the contents of the trunk and tossed each item onto the bed: cuffs, ropes, nipple clamps, several whips, the gag, and finally the succession of whalebone phalluses.

  Jafri eyed me as I squirmed, an evil smile playing across his hateful face. “Let’s have some fun with her first. They’ll never know. What do you say?”

  It took Vakr a moment to respond. “No,” he said, somewhat reluctantly. “There will be time for that later. My father will expect us back. Tie her quickly, and we’ll be on our way.”

  Helpless tears streamed from my cheeks as we arrived at Romheim. Bound and gagged, there was nothing I could do as Vakr pulled me from the horse and dragged me toward the huge oaken doors. He rapped three times upon it. Someone inside slid over a latch to verify it was him, then threw open the doors to allow us entrance.

  I nearly fainted at the sight before me. The room was full of warriors; mostly strangers to me but a few I recognized from Barek’s men. Barek himself was upon the dais, tied with his hands above his head as I’d been. But his feet were bound as well, making him appear like an insect trapped in a spider’s web as he struggled.

  Barek shouted with rage as he saw me. “Mogr! I’ll have your head for this! And yours as well, Tannr! How dare you!”

  My astonished gaze took in the two men who sat at the head table, enjoying fresh mugs of ale. Mogr and Tannr. Erik, Vakr’s twin, was nowhere to be seen. Mogr turned to me with an expectant smile, shifting his manhood in his breeches. “Ahh. Our guest of honor has arrived. Bring her to me.”

  I tried to bolt. I’d only taken two steps when I was grabbed from behind by Vakr. Lifting me off my feet, he bore me easily to his father. I fought to get away, my cries muffled by the gag in my mouth.

  I cowered as Mogr rose to approach me. He swiped his finger roughly across my cheek, then turned to Barek, showing him the glistening tear that clung to his finger. “You are responsible for this, Barek. And for all the tears she will shed this night. As she cries, remember one thing: all of this could have been avoided if you had upheld our bargain.”

  “Mogr! Stop this at once!” Barek’s face turned apoplectic as he cursed and struggled. Mogr nodded to one of the men, who stepped forward to gag Barek. His angry cries continued, but it was impossible to tell what he was saying behind the gag.

  Mogr faced the room full of warriors, who grew silent as he held up his hand. “All of you, listen well. I am nothing if not a man of my word. I made a fair bargain with the king of Vikenmar as repayment of his debt to me. Once each moon, I looked forward to enjoying the pleasure of this lovely thrall standing before us. I promised all of you the opportunity to share this bounty with me. Yet we learned today that the fickle king has changed his mind.” Mogr paused, looking around intently at the warriors below. “Are we to allow this to go unpunished?”

  “No!” The room erupted with shouts and stomps. Mogr turned to me quickly, and with one strong movement, ripped the shift I wore in two. As I stood naked before the men, Jafri carried the sack of Barek’s toys forward, then dumped them at my feet.

  “Have at her, men!” Mogr cried. “Take your pleasure.”

  I screamed behind the gag as the crush of men rushed forward. Do
zens of rough, lustful hands were upon me at once, groping, pinching, and prodding my flesh, each fighting for access to my womanhood. A strong finger slipped inside me from the front, as another sought entrance from behind. I squealed and squirmed, helpless against the intrusion, as someone lifted me off my feet and two others gripped my knees to spread my legs wide. The man who held me from behind grabbed at my breasts where they bounced in my struggles, laughing at my muffled protests.

  The sight of my exposed slit sent the men into a frenzy. The first man to unleash his cock rushed forward to claim his pleasure. I cried out helplessly as he guided the purple tip of his manhood toward my quivering, vulnerable flesh. Before he could drive it home, another man pushed him out of the way. A fight ensued as several men argued over who would enjoy me first.

  “Patience, my good men!” Mogr shouted above the din of angry voices. “Each of you will get a turn tonight. You have my word!”

  My eyes rolled in terror as I took in the sight of so many warriors eager for my flesh, some of them throwing punches at their comrades to reach me faster. I would never survive the night. As I sobbed, my gaze fixed on a familiar face in the crowd of men. Head and shoulders above the rest, the warrior stood out among the others. Without a doubt, Drengr was here at Romheim.

  A despair such as I’d never known before descended upon me, so cold and dark I nearly fainted. Tannr, Jafri, and several others of Barek’s trusted warriors had turned on their king, now waiting their turn at me just as Mogr’s men did. But never would I have believed Drengr could do the same.

  At that moment, he met my gaze. Time seemed to slow as I stared at him, his grey eyes dark and murderous with rage. The hatred I saw on his face was too much to bear. An unexpected memory washed over me, of the dream I’d had the morning the Northmen attacked. The last dream I would ever have on Irish soil was that of a Northman; a man I’d grown to trust but who turned out to be just as evil as all the rest. Drengr. I closed my eyes tightly, wishing for death.

  The sound of a sudden ruckus on the dais stopped the frenetic crush of men for a moment, but I was unable to look beyond the man’s shoulder who held me. He turned to see what was happening, allowing me to finally take in the shocking sight before me: Mogr lay lifeless at Drengr’s feet, bleeding out from a deep wound on his neck.

  Drengr slung his axe, still dripping with Mogr’s blood, over his massive shoulder as a hush went over the crowd. Vakr rushed toward his father, but stopped in his tracks as Drengr’s menacing gaze landed upon him.

  “Your father is dead, boy,” Drengr ground out. “Come closer if you wish to join him.”

  Vakr looked around desperately at the room full of Mogr’s warriors. “Seize him!” he ordered, stomping his foot. “This man has killed your king!”

  “As you have killed mine.” Drengr nodded to where Barek still hung from the rafter by his bound wrists. Barek’s head lolled lifelessly, his face a strange bluish color, his eyes half open. I gasped behind my gag, realizing Barek was indeed dead. Killed not by a blade, but by his own rage as he watched Mogr’s men prepare to ravage me.

  “Where is your brother?” Drengr demanded of Vakr.

  Vakr’s only response was to spit upon the floor. Drengr turned to a group of men beside him, men I recognized as being loyal to Barek. “Find the other prince. As well as Tannr. I saw him running away.”

  Drengr then turned back in my direction, scowling darkly at the man who still held me. “Release her at once.”

  The man did so, stepping away from me quickly. As if in a dream, I walked toward Drengr. Naked, still bound and gagged, I stood before him, shivering. He motioned to one of Barek’s men, who hastened to cut my bindings. One of them threw a cloak over my shoulders. I stood next to Drengr at last, shaking in exhaustion and relief as his eyes raked over me.

  “Are you all right?” The concern in his voice made me tear up again. How could I ever have doubted him?

  “Yes,” I nodded, overcome.

  The men who’d left in search of Erik and Tannr returned. Tannr’s hands were bound, but Erik’s were not.

  “We found the prince tied up in his bedchamber,” one of the men explained to Drengr. “He didn’t agree to his father’s plan, so they tied him up for the night.”

  Erik’s handsome face was pale as he took in the sight of the two dead kings. His gaze lingered upon the body of his father, then he looked back up at Drengr. “I feared something like this would happen. I cautioned restraint, but my father refused to listen.” His eyes narrowed as he focused upon his brother, complicit in the plan. “Look what you’ve done, Vakr. Now our father is dead.”

  Drengr’s eyes gleamed like quicksilver in the flickering light as he turned to address the men below. A hush fell over the crowd. “By all rights, I could kill your prince Vakr as well as Barek’s son Tannr for their treachery. They deserve a coward’s death for what they plotted tonight.” He drew in a deep breath, staring at Tannr, who cowered in fear. “The death of my king and kinsman hangs heavy on my heart, and revenge would taste sweet. But enough blood has been shed this night. I have no wish to kill my cousin, despite his vile acts. These two traitors, as well as all those who aided them, are now banished from the kingdoms of Vikenmar and Romheim forever. If any think to ever return, their death shall be swift.”

  Drengr paused, looking down at me. “This woman carries Barek’s child. The news of the babe is the reason my king retracted his agreement with Mogr. As she is now left without protection, I will take her this day as my wife. Let it be known that any man who touches Kira will face my wrath.”

  Blinking in surprise, I could only gasp as I stared up at my fierce Northman. His wife. In one fell swoop, Drengr had not only ensured my safety, but given me the only thing I truly wanted: his love. We could now talk and laugh together, touch each other with affection, and live together openly. My daydream of sharing a farmstead with Drengr would now be possible. I again imagined the babe I carried, holding out chubby arms to Drengr, the warrior’s fierce visage breaking into a grin as he stooped to lift the child. My heart overflowing with love, all I could do was place my hand in Drengr’s large one. He gave it a squeeze as he gazed at me.

  “All hail king Drengr!” one of Barek’s men shouted out.

  Drengr turned to the man, surprise written across his features. Barek’s other men joined in. “Hail king Drengr!”

  Epilogue

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  The familiar, muffled cries of my baby reached my ears, pulling me from a deep sleep. I heard footsteps outside the door, then Freyja’s cries became louder as a slave entered, carrying the squirming bundle of my daughter.

  “I am sorry, my Queen,” the thrall whispered. “She would not be pacified.”

  “It is all right,” I assured her, reaching for my child. Freyja squealed impatiently as she saw me, attaching herself to my nipple as I pulled her close. “Come back in a few moments,” I instructed the slave. “She’ll be back to sleep soon.”

  The thrall bobbed her head in deference, scurrying out of the bedchamber. Drengr rolled over, his sleepy gaze taking in the sight of me as I nursed my daughter. She’d been born healthy and strong, with Barek’s blonde hair and bright blue eyes. But more than her coloring, Freyja had inherited her father’s stubborn personality. I loved the child so dearly it stole my breath.

  As her suckling slowed, I shifted her to the other side, where Freyja proceeded to latch on with renewed purpose. Drengr chuckled. “She is a greedy little thing. But I understand completely.”

  I shot him a look, giggling. “Behave yourself. It is the middle of the night.”

  “I know good and well what time it is.”

  Freyja drifted off to sleep, just as I’d predicted. The thrall peeked her head around the door. “My Queen?” she inquired quietly.

  “Yes, come and take her.”

  I bent to kiss Freyja’s blonde curls before handing her over. The latch clicked softly as the slave exited the room.

  I smiled down at
the sight of my husband, his huge body taking up so much space in the big bed. He gave me a look of hopeful interest, and my gaze traveled down to see the enormous bulge in the bed clothes, just at his navel.

  I laughed out loud. Pulling the covers down, I revealed his erection, long, thick, and impossibly hard. How could any woman think of sleep once she’d laid eyes on such a glorious cock?

  “You’ve been very patient,” I murmured, pulling my shift off over my head. He groaned at the sight of my bare breasts. Even empty of milk, they were large and full, the nipples rosy. I climbed on top of him, my thighs stretched wide over his torso, as I leaned my breasts toward his face.

  Drengr pulled me close, burying his face between my breasts as he twisted my nipple. I gasped in pleasure as his hot mouth found the other nipple and began to suckle. How was it possible for it to feel so different when a babe suckled as when a man did? The lust that coursed through my veins caused my womanhood to grow hot and wet in anticipation. Drengr snaked a hand between my legs, swirling his finger in my juicy slit to flick it across the sensitive nub of flesh at the juncture of my thighs.

  I cried out, squirming, as he suckled harder. His fingers entered me, keeping time with the movements of his mouth, until I could take no more. Gasping, I pulled away so I was centered above his huge cock, gripping it firmly with one hand. It pulsed beneath my fingers as I traced the meaty tip of it along my folds, until it dripped with my juices. Drengr groaned, his hands fisted at his sides, obviously wanting to drive his cock to the hilt, but holding back until he was sure I was ready. He met my gaze, pupils large in the dim light, as I lowered myself onto his enormous manhood, moving slowly in order to give my body time to stretch and accommodate his girth.