by Joanna Davis
"The healer. Where is she?"
The man's eyes bulged.
"I will not let you harm her."
Grayson almost rolled his eyes at the fool.
"I'm not here to harm her. She's my woman. Now, take me to her and things will go better for you."
"And my wife! She will be left untouched!"
"Aye, her as well."
The man nodded his agreement hastily and Grayson set him down. The Innkeeper led him back toward the narrow stairwell and up to the second floor. Down a long hallway was a door that led to a private chamber.
Grayson pushed the man out of the way and thrust the door open without knocking. He grinned, taking in the scene before him.
There, by the fire, sat his prize.
Four
Kendra stood up, stepping in front of her friend for protection. She stared in amazement at the enormous Viking filling up the doorway to the room. He must have followed her across half of the countryside!
Behind her Willa gasped in fear and shock.
"Grayson! What do you here?"
He grinned at her stupidly, his eyes hungrily drinking her in. She shook her head in exasperation.
"I need tending to."
"Are you injured?"
"Aye. Here."
The daft man actually grabbed his cock through his hose and reached for her, knocking the table to the ground as he hauled her against him.
"Put me down this instant! I am protected, as well you know!"
"There's no need for any of that. I will protect you. But first-"
He lowered his head to hers. She was too surprised by the delectable feel of his mouth against her to react at first. How could a Warrior have such strong but supple lips?
They were… soft. Pleasingly so.
She shoved against his chest the moment her wits returned to her. Hard. Then she kicked his shin. He yelped and dropped her.
"What is your purpose here, you foolish man? Must you follow me wherever I go?"
He frowned at her, looking like his feelings were injured. She almost laughed. He could break her in two with his bare hands, and yet she'd hurt his feelings. ‘Twas incongruous to say the least.
"I'm a'raiding."
She sighed, belately noticing that Willa and her husband were watching them with mouths agape. They must look absurd, arguing this way during an attack. Most people were too busy cowering in fear when Viking mauraders arrived at their doorstep.
"Must you always raid where I am Grayson?"
He grinned again.
"Aye. I must."
He stood and pulled out his axe, looking every inch the ferocious warrior.
"Starting now."
The blood seemed to drain from her head as she realized that she'd put her new friend in danger.
"No- wait. Cannot we go somewhere and discus this Grayson? Can you not leave these good people in peace?"
He seemed to consider her offer. Then he slid his axe back into his belt.
"Aye. I will call this raid to a halt. If you lay with me on this very night."
Now it was her jaw that dropped open. He was mad! He couldn't mean- he wouldn't expect her to just lift her skirts for him at a moment’s notice.
But he did.
He stood there, grinning at her like a man who'd just won a great prize. He'd spoken plainly enough. He meant to have her, whether she agreed or no.
Strangely though, the thought did not fill her with dread. No, the feeling in her gut was more like… curiosity.
And warmth.
"What, right now?"
He nodded as his gaze slid over her, making her feel as if he’d just stroked her skin with his hands.
She gasped.
She’d been running so long she wasn’t sure she could stop. But the Viking would not give up. That much she knew.
She sighed. The game was up.
She’d been caught well and good and she knew it.
**********
Grayson grinned at the stunning woman before him. Her long golden hair swirled around her slender shoulders. Her cheeks were bright pink with indignation. Her eyes sparkled with annoyance at him. He grinned wider, his face beaming his approval at her.
Sweet Odin she was delicious looking!
She'd felt even better in his arms than he'd anticipated. He licked his lips, letting his gaze wander down to her high round tits. He looked over her tiny waist and gently sloped hips. Her legs were long as well he thought, even more so than she’d appeared in his fantasies.
That was good.
The better to wrap them around him.
The image of those long silky legs around his waist while he plunging in and out of her sweet hole was more than he could bear. His shaft bucked in his hose, eager to get to the task at hand.
Rutting.
He tilted his head and forced a hard look onto his face.
"Aye woman. Now."
He didn't want to wait for her to argue with him. The decision was made. He had won. It was time for her to concede at last.
For her part, Kendra's face was blanched white as snow. He knew he had her then. She was afraid for her friends. The woman had a soft heart, he knew. She would be easily manipulated in the name of protecting innocents.
Why had he not thought of this before?
Bargain with the woman until you had her where you wanted her, then take what you wanted. She could do little to gainsay him once he'd planted his seed in her belly.
He'd certainly enjoy making sure that happened. Soon. Very, very soon.
And By Odin, he’d enjoy the doing of it!
She seemed to be waffling so he grabbed the Innkeeper's neck and pulled his axe free of his belt again. That seemed to speed up her decision. Behind her the other woman let out a wail.
"Alright Grayson. Please- do not harm him."
He grinned and dropped the man to the ground unharmed, holding his hands in the air. He had won. There was no need to gloat about it.
"It will be as you say. As long as you keep to your end of the bargain. No balking at what I want of you. Or all the ways I want it."
He wanted to be sure she understood his meaning and would be biddable. Her face got whiter if that was at all possible. Aye, she understood alright. She choked out the words with effort.
"Alright Grayson. Whatever you want. But just this once. And then you leave me alone."
He grinned at her, having no intention of agreeing to that. She need not know that though. Not until later.
Much later.
He leaned into the hallway and bellowed.
"HALT! We will stay here tonight as guests of the Innkeeper. No one will be harmed."
He grinned at her.
"Are you satisfied, woman?"
She looked a bit shocked by the speed at which their arrangement was coming to fruition. That was alright. He'd make her wail with pleasure before the hour was out.
Then she'd stop her damnable running.
He stared at Kendra as the Innkeeper practically yanked his wife from the chamber.
"Please. Take our chamber. It's by far the best. Let us know if you need anything. Anything at all..."
They backed out of the room hastily. Grayson walked to the door and locked it securely behind them. Never once did he take his eyes off his delectable looking prize.
He stalked closer to her as she skittered away toward the fire.
"Come here woman. I have need of healing…"
She inhaled sharply, making her high round tits push up against the top of her dress. His eyes narrowed as he waited impatiently. He felt his body relax as she took a step towards him. Then another.
Like a newborn foal, she found her feet. He felt something twist in his chest as she raised her eyes to him. She look fearful for a moment. Then she raised her chin proudly and stood before him.
He felt overwhelming pride in her courageous demeanor war with long repressed desire. For a moment he wanted to pull her into his arms and soothe her, tellin
g her that everything would be alright. And then he changed his mind, allowing desire to win.
With a low growl he yanked her into his arms and lowered his head. He plundered her plump, delicious lips, urging her to part them. The instant she did, he delved inside, tangling his tongue with hers.
A startled gasp greeted his kiss but he did not stop. He could not. He reached down to cup her sweet bottom, pulling her hard against his arousal. He'd never been this hard in his life. His prick felt like it wanted to tear free of his hose and burrow itself inside her.
And it would.
He raised his head, staring down at the rare beauty in his arms. She was out of breath and confused. Her lips were bruised and red from his kisses. She looked imminently beddable. But she was wearing too many clothes.
Far too many.
He reached for her bodice, ready to rip it.
"Grayson! Wait- 'tis a new frock."
He frowned at her, eager to get at her charms. But she was reaching for the fastenings, a pleading look in her eyes. He jerked his head once in agreement, waiting for her to remove the bothersome garment.
Anything between her flesh and his eager hands was an enemy to be defeated. He nearly growled in impatience as he watched her fiddle with her laces.
He unlaced his boots and kicked them off as he stared at her, then yanked his tunic over his head. He stood bare chested in the firelight, watching as she disrobed for him. She lifted her skirt, revealing long pale legs. Above them he could see a triangle of golden curls through the thin fabric of her undergarment. He growled again, pressing down on his cock which seemed to be straining toward her.
She eased the dress over her head and her magnificent tits came into view through the sheer fabric of her underdress. He'd never seen the like! High and perfectly round, topped with delightfully pink nipples.
She was finally free of the dress, laying it carefully aside. Then she reached for her chemise.
"Enough."
He grabbed her and tore the chemise from her body. She gasped as he lifted her, practically throwing her to the bed. He surveyed every inch of her beautiful body for a moment and then reached for her, pulling her toward him by the ankle.
"I will have you now woman."
Five
Kendra stared up at the enormous warrior in the firelight. He looked like a totem, his bulging muscles carved from strong wood to intimidate an enemy. His hand was wrapped around her ankle, practically swallowing it with the sheer size of his palm.
He could kill her with those hands. Easily.
But he wouldn't. Now that the moment had come, she knew that he would not harm her.
That didn't mean she wasn't uneasy about what was to come. The hunger in his eyes was doing strange things to her. Making her feel warm all over.
Especially in the secret place between her legs. The flesh there felt strangely sensitive and exposed as he stared directly at the juncture between her thighs.
Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest, it was racing so hard. Now she knew how a rabbit felt, with a pack of wolves at her heels.
He was grinning at her as he pried her thighs apart, his hands sliding up her body to her breasts. She gasped as his huge calloused hands closed over her tits, making them both moan at the pleasure the contact afforded them. He backed away abruptly and stripped his hose off, the huge phallus beneath springing free.
Sweet Jesu!
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his enormous member. Grayson was deformed- his shaft long and thicker than what was natural. He was overly large to say the least. Obscenely and grotesquely so.
Now she was frightened.
He must have heard her sharp inhale of breath. He reached out and caught her, just as she tried to scuttle across the bed to the other side.
"Where do you think you are going woman?"
"Please Grayson! It is too large! T'will never fit!"
He chuckled, climbing on top of her.
"It will fit. I will see to it. But first, I'll have a taste of you!"
She stiffened up as he lowered his tawny head to her apex, his breath fanning her nether lips. Was he really going to eat her? She struggled in his arms until she felt his tongue against her. Then she froze.
Ohhhhh…
The feeling of his tongue lapping at her femininity was more than she could bear. She screamed.
***********
Grayson was in Valhalla. There was no other comparison to the sweet feel of the healer's high tits in his hands, or the taste of her sweet little slit on his tongue. She'd been shy at first, but now she lay pliant and unresisting.
"Hmmmm… you taste delicious sweeting."
He was so busy with her plump little nether lips that he didn't notice her stiffen up until she shrieked as if the earth had opened up beneath her!
For a moment he thought that she’d seen a mouse. Or a spider. But no- she was watching in disgust as he pleasured her with his tongue.
He reared back, totally offended. Kendra's chest was rising and falling rapidly. She looked horrified.
“You promised to be agreeable!”
“Please Grayson! Tis not what I expected.”
"You are trying to release yourself from our bargain! The raid will resume if you do not hold up your side of things!"
"Nay Grayson- I- please-"
He frowned, staring hungrily at the distraught beauty above him.
"I was merely startled. I swear. Please…"
He tilted his head, considering.
"No one had pleasured you in this way before?"
"Nay."
He smiled suddenly.
"Then I am happy to be the first. Now settle back sweeting and I will make you scream in pleasure."
She nodded and lay back, soft and sweet once again. He resumed tasting her, being sure to rub his finger against her jewel. He used the lightest touch, like a butterfly wing. He was rewarded with a soft moan.
Grayson redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue deep into her honey pot until he felt her start to shudder around him. Her body arched off the bed and she cried out again, sweetly this time.
He grinned and lifted himself over her, guiding the tip of his cock to her juicy lips.
"Sweet Odin, you are tight!"
He pushed inside her, stretching her tiny opening with his thick shaft. He grunted at the feel of her hugging him so tightly. He was straining with the effort of holding himself back. He wanted to plunge inside her and take what was his!
And by Odin, he would!
Grayson thrust deeply inside her, wrenching a whimper of pain from the writhing woman beneath him. He stared down at her, realization dawning.
She had been a maid. His sweet woman had never known the body of another man! Pride and understanding filled him, equal to the pleasure on his shaft. No wonder she had been so difficult to woo!
"Shhhhh sweeting it is over. You should have told me you were untouched!"
He was smiling widely as he began to ride her, knowing he was the first making it all the sweeter! Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared up at him helplessly. He could tell she was uncomfortable but he could not stop now if fifty warriors tried to pry him loose!
He groaned with the pleasure of her unrelenting tightness wrapped around his shaft.
"You will get used to my size Kendra. You will come to crave it."
He grasped a soft hip with one hand and a breast with the other. Then he unleashed all the passion he'd been holding back over the long year. For so long he had wanted her and her alone. And now she was his.
He felt her body start to peak again beneath him. It sent him quickly over the edge. Grayson bellowed as his seed erupted from his shaft. On and on it went as he unloaded his essence into her waiting womb. She squeezed him instinctively, milking his shaft of the last drop.
With a satisfied smile he rolled to his side, heaving Kendra up against him.
All was well in the world.
Six
Kendra p
oured the herbs into a cup, mashing them thoroughly before adding the sweet wine her friend Willa pressed on her. She drank deeply.
It had been only two days since Grayson and his warriors took control of the Inn. So much had changed in that time.
She had changed.
Today, she was both patient and healer.
Sweet Jesu she was sore.
Willa shook her head in sympathy. She was well aware of the voracious sexual appetites of the head warrior. Everyone in the Inn was. The surrounding countryside as well most likely. He was loud enough in his taking of her!
"It will pass."
"I swear Willa, I never could have imagined the creativity of the man!"
Willa chuckled. Kendra had told her how Grayson had taken her in ways that made her head spin. He'd had her up against the wall, taken her from behind, and once with her on top while he moved her like a rag doll.
He'd also brought her to the heights of ecstasy each time.
She shook her head, finally understanding what the fuss was about. But enough was enough. She had work to do and must be on her way.
"Are you sure Kendra? You seem fond of the man, for all his gruffness."
"I am sure. If I stay another day he will never let me go. I value my independence too much!"
Willa nodded.
"Alright Kendra. Tonight, while he sleeps you must leave."
"But I am afraid that he will harm you Willa!"
Willa shook her head.
"His bark is far worse than his bite. Just look how he dotes on you."
Kendra snorted. Doting was not the right word. Devouring was more like it.
Just then his loud bellow could be heard throughout the Inn.
"I have need of you woman!"
***********
Grayson was enjoying his woman again, the snug fit of her womanhood wrapped around his shaft sending him to Valhalla and back. He groaned as he plunged into her depths again and again.
