by James, Elle
Gull ignored him, reaching over to hold the needle in the flame once more. She pulled his foreskin, stretching it painfully.
“No, demon whore, not there!” He writhed in the chair, but the rough wooden wall of the shed prevented retreat.
“Did you just call me a whore?”
“Bitch, I’ll …I’ll…” Jari was afraid he would start crying. What had he gotten himself into pulling this lunatic from the waves? She was likely to sew shut his manhood so that he could no longer come or piss and would die a horrible death from both. He did the only thing possible, trussed up as he was, the tip of his cock firmly clamped in her fingers. He planted his feet on the ground and stood, lunging for her.
She took a shocked step backwards, and they both tumbled to the floor, the chair crashing down on top of them. Her hand was mashed between them but in the fall she had let go. He wriggled off her, releasing one of his feet in the process.
That was enough for him to rise and slam himself against the wall, splintering the chair. Free from his bindings, he dove for her, pinning her down with his knees and clasping her wrist.
“Ahhh, you brute! You’ll break my bones!”
“Drop the needle! Drop it!”
As the needle dropped to the floor, Jari swept it up and cast it into the fire. Then he flipped her over and tied her wrists behind her, using the same leather strap she had bound him with. Jari fell back, resting against the wall, panting and still infuriatingly as hard as ice. He wondered if his cock had a desire for pain that he didn’t share.
Gull lay silent, face down on the dirt floor. Then she started to laugh. “Now that you’ve got me like this, what will you do to me?”
“For the love of nine mothers, woman, are you mad?”
She turned her head, smiling sweetly. The smudge on her face from the dirt floor made something in the region of his heart flicker.
“Gods. You were only playing? You weren’t really going to pierce my cock?”
“Not if you didn’t want me to. You Norsemen are not so brave. In the south, men have the tip cut right off when they’re just babes.”
Jari clamped his hand over his cock at the thought.
Gull struggled to her knees and edged closer. She sat back on her heels, her head turned, fixing him in a stare so deep and inviting he thought he would drown in it. “Come and kiss me, boy.”
Jari leaned over and kissed her, and wiped the smudge of dirt from her brow. They rested there, forehead to forehead, breathing deeply, the smell of sweat and sex and salt water swirling around them. Jari pressed his lips on hers until he felt them twitch upwards into a smile.
She turned away and bent forward, raising her glorious round ass into the air, exposing her glistening nest.
“Sweet Freya’s bosom…”
Jari grabbed her hips, and guiding his cock into place, he impaled her so eagerly that he felt his tip bounce against something inside her. She yelped, whether from pleasure or pain he neither knew nor cared. But soon Gull’s cries melted into delicious moaning. And begging. For more, harder, deeper.
Jari reached around and ran his hand down her smooth tummy and into the bed of soft curls below. He parted her lips and slid his fingers into the wet valley between them, like an explorer with no map, but Gull’s soft whimpers and words guided him.
“A bit higher. Make circles ov…oooooohhhhh yes, like that…”
Jari wrapped his free hand around her shoulder, holding her body so he could penetrate her with more force as his fingers moved over her swollen bud. The sensation of having her bound hands between them, pressing on his stomach was thrilling and maddening; she kept curling her fingers into claws and scratching at him. Each time she did, he pounded his cock into her with more force, as though that might make her submit, and stop inflicting the pain which he both dreaded and craved.
Somehow, she got two fingers around his newly pierced nipple and pinched with fierce pressure. He gasped back a yelp and pressed down on her wet slit, sliding his fingers through her juices. She released his nipple at last, her body lurching forward as she writhed under him.
“Oh, gods, I’m so close…” she whimpered. “So close. Jari, fuck me!”
Jari was close, too; he bit down on his own tongue to forestall it as her muscles pulsated around his cock in rhythmic waves. He slid one knee between her legs and lifted her right off the floor until he was holding her there, impaled on his hammering cock, writhing and screaming for release. “Gods!” Jari shouted.
When it came, it was like a violent tempest they rode together. Jari moved his hand from her slit to her waiting mouth where she muffled her ecstasy by sucking her own juices from his fingers. His manhood surged inside her, pumping her full of his seed. He could feel the cream of it dripping down over his balls, onto her lush thighs, and the floor beneath them.
They stayed like that as their spasms subsided. When he could think again, Jari reached over and pulled a caribou skin off a shelf, throwing it down on the floor. He eased out of her and gently lay her face down on the soft fur. With shaking hands, he undid the ties on her wrists then bent to kiss them, the red welts further inflaming the inferno in his heart, and elsewhere.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Gull rolled over and gazed at him curiously. “What Norseman apologizes for fucking a woman until she screams his name?”
“I’m a terrible Norseman,” Jari admitted. He could see this now. He was soft and emotional and would let this woman lead him off the edge of the earth if she wanted to.
“But a very good man,” Gull said, curling her fingers around his waning cock. “I think I will keep you. If I’m to stay here, I’m in need of a man since my foolish husband drank poison mead.”
Jari sat up so quickly he saw stars. “You’re not…truly? He was one of them on the boat?”
Gull nodded, biting her lip. “Pay it no mind. I hated him. He was a brute. And his men were no better. They made sport of raping virgins and wasted all their plunder on gambling and whores.”
“I hate gambling,” Jari said, truthfully. “I always lose.”
Gull smiled at him, so beautifully that he thought he might dissolve into a puddle.
“And whores?”
“What whore could compare with you? With them, it’s like fucking an ice-wraith, and with you, it’s like fucking a goddess.”
That pleased her. She sighed happily. “And what will you do with your plunder?”
“Give it to you,” Jari said without hesitation.
“And what if I want to put another hole in you? Pierce you again. What will you do?”
Jari ran his hand over the welts on her wrists. “Tie you up and fuck you.”
Gull laughed and kissed him, soft and sweet on his bruised, salty lips. “Tie you up and fuck you, Mistress.”
About The Authors
Lizzie Ashworth has everything she has asked of herself—a lifetime of living—and the fruit of her effort appears in her writing. At her deep woods refuge in the western Arkansas Boston Mountains, she toys with words, battles with paragraphs, and muses on the wind in the trees.
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Evey Brett lives in southern Arizona with two cats, a snake, and her Lipizzan mare. She’s written erotica and romance for numerous publishers including Loose Id, Ellora’s Cave, Carina Press, Lethe Press and Cleis Press.
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Beatrix Ellroy is a lover of words, and has written several short pieces collected in a variety of Cleis anthologies.
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Melissa Fuchs is a graduated translator and interpreter and has translated several erotic novels. Born and raised in Tyrol, Austria, in the center of the Alps, she has been spinning tales since she can remember, and now indulges in her fascination with history and those personalities who helped to shape it.
Elle James spent twenty years livin’ and lovin’ in South Texas, ranching horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus. A forme
r IT professional, Elle happily writes full-time, penning adventures that keep her readers begging for more. When she’s not writing, she’s traveling, snow-skiing, boating, or riding her ATV, concocting new stories.
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Emma Jay has been writing longer than she’d care to admit, using her celebrity crushes as inspiration for her heroes. Emma, married 27 years, believes writing romance is like falling in love, over and over again. Creating characters and love stories is an addiction she has no intention of breaking.
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Regina Kammer is a librarian, an art historian and an award-nominated, Amazon best-selling, multi-published writer of erotica and historical erotic romance. She began writing historical fiction with romantic elements during National Novel Writing Month 2006, switching to erotica when all her characters suddenly demanded to have sex.
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Megan Mitcham is a USA Today bestselling author who pens sizzling suspense novels that whisk you across the globe, wedge your heart in your throat, make your hands sweat and your naughty bits tingle. Check out her special forces heroes in the Base Branch Series.
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Mina Murray is an Antipodean and whisky aficionado. Her work appears in Cleis and Mischief anthologies, including Dressed to Impress, Lords and Ladies, Brief Encounters, Sudden Sex, The Mammoth Book of Quick & Dirty Erotica, The Big Book of Orgasm and Three of Hearts.
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Nym Nix hails from Canberra, Australia. She lives with her family at the foot of a mountain, where kangaroos occasionally visit her front garden. Her imagination, on the other hand, lives anywhere but in reality.
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Teresa Noelle Roberts writes stories for lusty romantics of all persuasions. Her short fiction has appeared in anthologies including Best Bondage Erotica 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2014, and The Mammoth Book of Erotic Romance and Domination, and she has written numerous erotic romance novels. Her persona in the Society for Creative Anachronism is an Andalusian Arab.
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Bibi Rizer is a writer and blogger who lives in Vancouver, Canada. When she’s not writing about sexy Vikings, she designs book covers featuring sexy vampires, trolls, millionaires and lifeguards. If you enjoyed her story you can read more about Gull Grímsdóttir in The Shield Maiden’s Revenge.
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About The Editor
Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. She has published over a hundred forty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Montlake, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.
Her short stories have appeared in multiple Cleis Press collections, including Lesbian Cowboys, Girl Crush, Fairy Tale Lust, Lesbian Lust, Passion, Lesbian Cops, Dream Lover, Carnal Machines, Best Erotic Romance (2012), Suite Encounters, Girl Fever, Girls Who Score, Duty and Desire and Best Lesbian Romance of 2013. For Cleis Press, she edited 2011’s Girls Who Bite, and 2012’s She Shifters and Cowboy Lust, 2013’s Smokin’ Hot Firemen and High Octane Heroes. In 2014, she added Cowboy Heat and Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors.
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