The man looked doubtful, but then acquiesced, tossing the ragged strip onto the bed beside Emilia.
The man reached down and picked Lili up as though she weighed nothing and tossed her across his shoulder.
“I don’t mean to hurt you, but we have to move quickly,” he explained.
“Ok,” Lili managed to squeak out before the man was moving again, down the hallway, down the stairs.
The further the man took Lili from the world she knew the less scared she got and the more excited she became. Something about this man, his strength, both physical and the aura of power he carried with him, awakened something inside of her. Her nether regions tingled at the feeling of his massive hand across the back of her thighs.
In no time at all, Lili felt the cool night air on her flesh and realised that he had taken her outside She could hear the babbling of the river and was momentarily disoriented as the man lifted her from his shoulder and placed her, surprisingly gently, into a tiny rowboat.
Still not saying a word, the man jumped into the boat and picked up the oars, rowing toward the opposite bank. Not having anything else to do, Lili considered the man in the boat with her. He definitely stood taller than any man she’d ever met, his hair dark and unruly, his beard thick, but carefully maintained. She watched the muscles on his arms, legs and back pulse with every forceful pull on the oars, and with every heave the boat seemed to jump across the water. She sat in the bow of the boat, the man in the middle with his back to her.
“Sir, what should I call you?” she asked the man.
“Bjorn,” he replied monosyllabically.
Lili felt another pulse deep in her core at hearing the man speak and at hearing his name. She instinctively trusted this man who had kidnapped her, stolen her from her owner. Lili sat in the bow and just watched him row, admiring his strength.
During the whole boat ride, not once did Bjorn turn to look at her, she noticed. He just kept rowing, his muscles flowing beneath the Roman garb. Lili watched, fascinated to see how the fabric of the Roman clothing strained around his body, eventually tearing in a few places. Clearly this clothing did not belong to him. She wondered if he’d killed the Roman who previously wore it. She hoped not, for she feared the Roman response if any of their men were found dead and Lili was found to be missing.
With a thunk, the boat slammed into the opposite shore tossing Lili into the river with a cut-off scream and a splash. Lili rapidly began to lose feeling in her arms and legs, thrashing around, desperate to get out of the water. She gasped at the cold, water pouring into her lungs, coughed, tried again, sucked in more water. The cold seeped into her, freezing her inside and out. Her arms and legs felt like lead, soon becoming too heavy to move. Some small part of her knew she needed to try and break the surface, but that small spark of awareness flickered and went out.
Just as Lili surrendered herself to the river and the cold, a massive hand broke the surface of the water and grabbed her, pulling her onto the riverbank.
“Be careful!” She head Bjorn’s growl as if from a great distance, the stars above her rapidly dimming and then nothingness enveloped her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bjorn
Shit! She’d fallen out of the boat!
Bjorn fished the girl out of the river as quickly as he could, but she collapsed as soon as he brought her onto dry land, her skin pale and icy. He’d seen this before and knew what needed to be done, but the risk was too high this close to the Romans. Turning her on her side, Bjorn pounding on her back until she coughed up river water and began breathing again, shallowly.
He threw Lili across his shoulder again, scarcely aware of her weight, and ran down the bank to his clothing and his horse. He tore off Lili’s soaking shift and threw it aside, exposing her to his view for the first time. For a moment, Bjorn was distracted by the view of her perfect body: large breasts, narrow waist and wide hips, and the soft downy hair covering her delicate flower. Her blue lips jerked him back to the present and he shook his head sharply. Focus!
Bjorn tore off the legionary armour he’d ‘borrowed’ and grabbed the bearskin cloak he’d been wearing earlier. Quickly he wrapped it around himself and the girl, stuffing his clothes into a small leather bag hanging from his saddle. Leaping onto his horse, he scooped Lili up, holding her tightly in front of him. Bjorn could feel her frozen body through his clothes and hoped his body heat would warm her. Turning his horse into the woods, Bjorn guided it toward a nearly invisible path that would take them away from the Romans and his people.
Bjorn knew the risks of galloping at night in the woods: the horse might turn an ankle or a tree branch might sweep Lili and him from the saddle, but he didn’t have much choice. He had to get the girl far enough from the Romans that he could light a fire to warm her up. It felt like they had ridden for hours before Bjorn finally found a small clearing that would serve his purposes. He tugged on the reins to stop the horse, jumping off while it was still slowing.
Leaving Lili bundled up inside his cloak, Bjorn quickly raced around the clearing, grabbing kindling and small sticks in the darkness. Knowing time was of the essence, Bjorn lit a fire to help warm the girl. He knew the risks that someone would see the fire and come to investigate, but the girl could wait no longer. Bjorn lay the girl down in front of the small fire and unwrapped the freezing woman. Pulling off his remaining clothes, Bjorn, now fully nude, slipped into the cloak with the girl. Hopefully his body heat and the fire would keep her warm enough to survive the night. Feeling her body pressed up against his sent a thrill through him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, resting his hand on her smooth stomach, holding her icy body close.
He could feel his manhood coming to attention between them, pressing against her. Her body excited him in a way he’d never been excited before. The hand on her stomach moved slightly up and down, gliding along her smooth flesh, occasionally dipping low enough to feel the first few hairs that guarded her cleft or rising high enough to feel the softness at the bottom of her breasts. Bjorn restrained himself from reaching any lower or higher, though it took all his considerable might. He would not abuse an unconscious woman, though, no matter how appealing she might be.
Eventually, Bjorn began to nod off, hugging the girl close to him.
* * *
Bjorn lay on his back while the girl straddled him fully naked, riding his cock. At first she went slowly, gradually speeding up, her warm pussy enveloping him. Bjorn reached for her breast, bouncing above him, holding it as she writhed on top of him, gently squeezing her hard nipple. His other hand snaked around behind her, grabbing a buttock and encouraging her to writhe faster. The soft moans of the girl above him sounded strangely muted, as though coming from a great distance. Bjorn’s cock throbbed inside her, needing her, wanting her. The gods had chosen her for him. He thrust into her, grabbing her by the hips, thrusting faster and faster, pulling her onto him faster and harder. He could feel the build up of his pent up need. He knew he would explode any moment.
And then he opened his eyes. None of that had been real. It was still dark outside, but the fire had burnt down to embers. Under the cloak, the girl shivered slightly. Her arse, still pressed against his cock, shook, sending waves of sensation up and down his body. He still felt on the verge of exploding. She moaned softly and he realised that her body was warm. She’d come through the other side and would survive, though she remained unconscious.
Carefully, he slipped out of the cloak, shivering in the cold air. Pulling on his clothes, he then pulled Lili back onto the horse with him, trying not to wake her. They would ride a bit farther tonight.
Some time over the next few hours, dawn arrived, its exact moment unmeasurable. Slowly, the black of night lightened, hinted at by trees becoming slightly clearer in the faint, grey light of the pre-dawn. And finally, the sun rose above the horizon, bathing the dark forest in light, the greens and browns of the trees now obvious. Bjorn rode still further, with Lili pressed up against his warm body under
the bear skin still asleep. The ride had been a struggle for Bjorn as every bounce pressed the girl’s luscious backside against his aching cock. No matter how he adjusted himself, her arse always found him and pressed against him. He felt as though he’d been standing at attention for a week.
Finally they came to a small village. Or rather, it had been a village once. Now it was a husk, burnt down during the last campaign season by the Romans, perhaps as vengeance for what Bjorn had done to them. He said a quick prayer to the gods as he looked around. These people had been punished for his actions. He could not let that fate befall his own people.
Bjorn dismounted, taking the girl down with him, then pulled down the saddlebags as well. He smacked the horse’s rump, sending it running back to the woods and, hopefully, to his people. It would do him no good here, and could only reveal their presence.
Bjorn looked around and found a small shack that remained comparatively unscathed by the Romans and carried his woman in, ducking to get through the nearly collapsed doorway. Once inside, Bjorn knew that keeping the girl warm and safe had to be his primary responsibility.
Quickly, Bjorn stripped down and slid into the blanket with the girl, wrapping it around both their nude forms. Bjorn wrapped his arms around her and curled his body around hers, adding his body heat to hers, the blanket insulating them from the cooler weather outside.
Laying with this woman, Bjorn remained uncomfortably aware of his cock’s proximity to her ass as she pressed herself against him with a quiet sigh. Her soft body pressed against him, her head resting against his chest, her dark hair spread out on the bearskin. He could smell her, somehow both earthy and clean at the same time. As he ran his hands slowly, gently, up and down her arms, he thought to himself that he would do anything to protect her from the Romans. She belonged to him, and woe be to any who threatened to take her away from him.
In the relative safety of the shack, holding his woman and keeping her warm, Bjorn fell into a fitful sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lili
Lili began to awaken from the very good dream she’d been having. She’d dreamed that she was laying on a fur carpet in front of a fireplace being bathed in warmth. The fur carpet tickled her body in new and very pleasant ways, awakening new desires in her that excited her and scared her. As Lili opened her slowly opened her eyes, she became aware of the darkness around her. Normally, such deep darkness would scare her, but something kept her calm.
As she became more aware of her surroundings, Lili realised that the fur carpet she’d dreamed of was a bearskin cloak wrapped around her entire body, including her head. The fireplace, now behind her, was actually that man, Bjorn, who’d taken her from the garrison. She felt enveloped in his warmth, and felt his breath on the back of her neck as he slept.
Lili noticed something else. That feeling of excitement that tingled between her legs had not gone away. If anything, it felt heightened. She felt the hard, muscular body of the man behind her and something else. Something both soft and hard, resting against her lower back. With a start she realised her shift was gone and the man behind her was nude as well.
She turned her head slightly. Torn between her curiosity and her comfort, almost not wanting to wake Bjorn up, she whispered to him “what happened?”
Bjorn opened his eyes, his hard blue eyes piercing into her soft brown eyes. “You fell in the river. I saved you,” he said, his voice a soft growl. “Tell me your name,” he commanded.
His rumbling voice stirred something between Lili’s legs. “I’m Liliana, Lili, really. And you’re Bjorn.”
Lili felt Bjorn’s already large shaft harden and begin to grow between her legs as she said his name. Feeling his hardness pressing up against her sent another wave of warmth running up and down Lili’s body, concentrating between her legs.
“Liliana.”
He said her name slowly, as though trying it out on his tongue. Hearing him say her name sent another thrill through Lili, increasing her desire still more. She noticed his hands, one resting on her stomach, slowly, gently moving up and down, never quite touching her breasts, always reversing the moment he touched her soft, tufted hair between her legs. Lili had been using Bjorn’s other arm as a pillow, but now that they were awake, his massive hand reached down to caress her thighs.
Lili felt her nipples begin to harden and her breathing quickened as Bjorn touched her. She knew she should put a stop to this, but she didn’t know if she could. She wanted this, wanted him. Ever since she’d seen Bjorn, she’d wanted him. She felt like she knew him, like she belonged with him, to him, like she’d always been with him.
Lili felt Bjorn adjust his position under the cloak, his hard cock sliding down into the cleft between her taut buttocks. She’d never been touched by a man before, and certainly never by his hardness, but she found the feelings exquisite. She felt the dampness growing between her legs, not sure if that should happen. But the more Bjorn touched her, the more the dampness grew so she didn’t question it.
Bjorn’s hands left little trails of fire burning up and down her skin, amping up her excitement. The more she felt his hands on her stomach and legs, the more desperate she became for him to touch more sensitive areas, to reach both lower and higher. She started moving her hips back and forth, pushing back against his massive cock which rubbed up and down behind her. Lili wanted to touch him, to be touched by him.
Lili moaned softly, her soaking cleft desperate for contact. She felt Bjorn’s cock twitch behind her, knew her pleasure intensified his pleasure. Bjorn kept teasing her, running one hand up to the base of her right breast, around the top of it and then down the cleavage between her breasts, never touching her nipples. The more Bjorn caressed her, teased her, the more Lili moaned in need for him.
Lili squeezed her thighs together as her hips bucked, trying to bring Bjorn’s hand to her sensitive cleft. Bjorn clearly enjoyed teasing her, running his hand up inside of her thighs, stopping before he reached the apex, then reversing course down to her knees, again and again. Every time Bjorn approached her soaking cleft, Lili bucked her hips forward, moaning for more, but each time, Bjorn withdrew his hand.
By now, Lili felt like her whole body was on fire, but the heat especially radiated from her sex. She felt her excitement running between her legs, felt the warmth of Bjorn behind her, the hardness of his manhood pressed between her buttocks, his gentle hands grazing her body, lighting her up like lightning.
Finally and suddenly, Bjorn drove a finger into her desperate cleft, slipping into her easily. His other hand slid down Lili’s body, and he found a spot that sent a surge of lightning shooting through Lili’s body. Bjorn’s finger worked its way in circles around Lili’s sensitive nub. Lili moaned in almost painful need and arousal at the initial intrusion, her cries increasing in need and volume when Bjorn’s fingers started dancing on such a sensitive area. Almost of their own volition, Lili’s hips thrust upward against Bjorn’s hand. She felt Bjorn’s finger curl upwards inside of her, and let out a sudden gasp as he touched a sensitive area she’d known nothing about. A moment later, with a scream loud enough to frighten off any wildlife in the area, Lili’s world exploded in a shower of shooting stars, her whole body quivering with the power of her release, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Bjorn’s hands slowed, but didn’t stop, between Lili’s legs and he slid his finger out of her. Lili felt Bjorn’s hot breath on the back of her neck as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
“You are mine,” he said matter-of-factly.
Yes she was, she thought.
CHAPTER SIX
Bjorn
Bjorn hadn’t meant for things to happen this quickly. All he planned to do was to rescue Lili from the Romans. He thought that, in time, she’d come to love him and they could be together and start a family. Instead, here they were, inside a decaying, destroyed house, getting started on everything underneath a bearskin cloak.
Still, Lili hadn’t seemed to mind. In fact, s
he’d seemed to share his eagerness. The way her whole body had quivered when she finished, her buttocks tightening and jerking up and down around his cock, nearly made him finish, too. And the volume of her screams when she finished… Bjorn worried that someone might have heard them and thought they were in danger. Certainly, any birds nearby had taken flight as a result.
Laying here, her body warm against his, one hand between her legs, gently rubbing circles around her clit, his other hand draped over her shoulder, resting on one of her large breasts, he desperately wanted to continue. Lili may have cum, but he hadn’t.
Feeling Lili’s body begin to still in front him, he slowly removed his hand from between her legs.
Lili’s head turned toward Bjorn, and her brown eyes met his blue ones, her cheeks still pink with arousal and exertion.
Then Lili averted her eyes. “Thank you, Bjorn. For freeing me, I mean.”
Hearing her say his name made Bjorn’s cock twitch in between her cheeks. Clearly Lili felt it. Bjorn saw her cheeks go even redder and her mouth opened into a silent O of surprise.
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