Page 6 of Viking Warriors: Vol. 1-3
I had known always of her dislike, her jealousy of the attention shown to me. As a child, she’d often run to join us, in the forest, wishing to share our freedom. She’d not been welcomed. She was the chieftain’s daughter, and none wished to incur his displeasure. They’d sent her back, told her to attend to her spinning wheel and loom.
Now, she was free, or perhaps she thought herself so. Free to take attention where I had spurned it.
As Eirik held her waist, she wrapped her legs about him. He pulled her forward, so that her buttocks rested on the edge.
Once more, I found myself looking where I could have turned away my gaze. I watched as the Northman pushed his ruddy cock into her, in one swift motion. She cried out, in pain I thought, jolted by the piercing of him. Then, he withdrew slowly, and I could not keep my eyes from it, veined purple, and slick, emerging from between Faline’s legs.
He plunged again, and wrapped his arms all the tighter about her, holding her fast to his groin. She shrieked and moaned at the taking of him to the hilt, but, whatever discomfort she endured, it appeared tempered by her pleasure.
As she arched her back, her breasts were revealed in all their fullness from the confine of her bodice. Eirik let out a wolf howl, and grinned to the room, as if in performance to those watching. He dipped her further as he gave his next thrust, her breasts shaking with the force of him. His mouth lowered to her flesh, opening wide about her nipple, taking it first between his lips, and then his teeth, tugging at it, as he made three rapid thrusts, one upon the next.
Faline cried out once more, her hair falling behind her, her throat exposed.
Eirik laughed, the sound coming deep from his chest, and closed his lips once more to her nipple, rubbing the roughness of his beard upon skin I knew to be tender.
Faline took his head in her hands and held him there, like a babe suckling at her breast, her fingers knitted through his long locks.
Her pelvis, angled upwards, ground against his, as if she were in torment, and only his fucking of her, this animal fucking, watched by every Northman present, would assuage her.
Eirik surveyed the room, making eye-contact with the men about him, and then began in earnest, his buttocks clenching and relaxing as he waged war between Faline’s legs.
The cheers were deafening as he laboured, faster now, his breath catching. He held her to him, impaling her, letting her feel the full hammer of his cock.
Her cries had become a keening wail, punctuated by gasps, as of a creature caught in a trap, yet with no desire to escape. Her hands clasped at the great muscles of his arms, to steady herself.
Eirik gave a roar with his final thrust, met with a squeal from Faline, who fell back, limp upon the table, as he let her go.
He threw back his head and gave another roar, as he slid out of her. From the floor he grasped a weapon and raised it full about his head, uttering a war cry, which the room took up, chanting with him as he punched the air with that great axe.
It was only then that he turned to look at me, as if he’d forgotten I was there. I felt horror, wondering if he’d bring the blade in one swift motion upon my head, for the entertainment of it, or in some fit of fury. I could not read the expression on his face. It was lust-demented, as if some madness had overtaken him.
The look upon my own must have amused him, for he threw back his head and let out his wolf howl again, and laughed.
Faline lay still upon the table, panting from her exertion and spent. An ocean had flooded over her, and she had been no more able to fight it than a pebble may stand against the crashing waves of the tide.
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Eirik picked up his cup and gulped down its contents, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
His cock had retreated a little from its full stature, but remained broad in girth, the eye of it pointed now at me. He grasped the base, where the golden hair met the shaft and tugged it twice, in encouragement.
He looked at me, and the room grew quieter. Without looking, I knew that all gazes were upon us, upon me.
“In your mouth.”
Eirik’s accent was thick, his vowels longer than Helka’s, but there was no denying the meaning.
He stepped closer, so that the tip of his cock rested almost upon my lips. I was repelled, and yet there was warmth between my legs at the thought of him inside me, in my mouth, and in my cunt.
He leant forward, nudging my bottom lip, but moving no further, waiting. I opened my mouth a little, darted out my tongue to lick the moisture resting there.
It was all the encouragement he needed. I closed my eyes as the smooth, wet head entered. He moved back and forth, gently, as if testing how far he might go.
I braced myself, expecting his hand upon the back of my head and his cock shoved hard into my throat. What would he care if I choked, if I couldn’t breathe?
But he did not.
He let out another long, resonant howl, like a wolf baying to the moon, which the room took up, and he withdrew.
