Her Viking Lovers

by J. A. Bailey

  Her Viking Lovers

  J.A. Bailey

  Copyright 2014 © J.A. Bailey

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter One

  Esa paused outside Alrek’s hut as a masculine groan echoed through the wooden walls. She dropped her hand away from the door and held her breath. Sure enough, a woman answered his groan with a cry of her own. Esa’s body clenched. Desire stirred in her blood. Alrek was well known for his lovemaking skills—not that she had ever experienced them—but the women spoke of them often. By the sounds the woman was making, the rumours were not unfounded.

  Darkness shrouded their settlement. Many were abed, ready to be up with the dawn. The gentle slosh of waves could be heard but Esa’s hearing remained focused on the couple. Aware of the occasional stick crunching under her feet, she tiptoed to the rear of Alrek’s home and pressed her eye to a gap in the wood. The glow of candles disorientated her for a moment but eventually the copulating couple came into view.

  It was Yrsa, an attractive widow whose husband had no returned, much like herself. Why then did Alrek turn his attentions to Yrsa and not her? But Esa knew well they were both still too honour and love bound to Esa’s partner, Rennir. Her heart beat heavily at the thought of never touching her Viking warrior again. As Rennir’s dearest friend, Alrek loved him too and they had shared their grief together when he had failed to come back from the latest expedition. Injured long ago, Alrek no longer took part in the expeditions but he remained a strong protector of their settlement and many of the women relied on him—especially her.

  Three summers and the grief had barely dulled, yet she had needs. She longed for strong hands upon her and a warm chest beneath her cheek. Something to ease the loneliness. With no children to keep her occupied, her life seemed empty at times, in spite of her duties keeping her busy. As a Viking woman, she had to help look after the animals and her home as well as help the other women.

  Alrek’s skin glistened in the candlelight. She thought it strange he had not taken a partner yet. Many women would have him though she suspected his leg injury held him back. From the way he drew Yrsa back and settled behind her rear, she knew his fears were unfounded. She had seen Alrek fight and even his lovemaking skills were not hindered by the damaged muscle.

  Yrsa cried out and Esa drew in a sharp breath as Alrek plunged into her from behind, hands firmly grasping the woman’s hips. Her heart thrummed against her chest and moisture gathered in her sex. The ache increased when Alrek plunged again. Yrsa’s breasts swayed and, as if they invited his touch, he leant over and cupped one breast, pinching her nipples. Esa moved a hand to her own breast and plucked her hard nipple through the woollen fabric of her dress. She closed her eyes and imagined Alrek’s coarse fingers upon them. Then she slipped a hand underneath her skirts. Arousal made her slick. She traced her folds and found her nub. With small flicks, she teased her clit. Alrek’s increasing grunts drew her eyes open once more and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

  Using two fingers, she thrust them into her wet pussy and mimicked his movements. How she wished she were the one on her knees, taking his thick glistening cock. Flutters met her fingers and she pushed harder. Esa had to grip the wood to keep herself from slipping to the floor as heat gathered between her thighs. She withdrew her fingers and went back to touching her clitoris. In frantic presses, she increased the pleasure, switching her attention from Alrek to Yrsa when their expressions contorted with gratification. Yrsa’s cry rent the air but it was only when Alrek thrust several more times did Esa come apart with him. He withdrew and spilled his seed onto Yrsa’s back. Esa imagined the hot feel of it and the salty tang while her climax shuddered through her, leaving her breathless but still wanting.

  Only Alrek’s cock would satisfy her fully. She sighed. But that would never happen. They both simply loved Rennir too much to betray his memory.

  While Alrek helped Yrsa clean up, Esa readjusted her skirts. She couldn’t leave quite yet. A few more peeks of those wide shoulders, that crisp golden hair and still slightly aroused cock might at least sustain her fantasies for a while. If she were brave, she’d knock on the door and offer to totally satisfy him, but, alas, she was not. Alrek would likely reject her and she depended on him too much for companionship and assistance when the strong arms of a Viking man were needed.

  Alrek offered Yrsa a kiss as he wrapped a woollen blanket around his waist. It was too much. Tears stung her eyes. How she longed for a kiss again—from Alrek or Rennir she wasn’t sure. The lonely ache in her chest promised to remain. Rennir was dead and Alrek out of bounds.

  Turning, she snatched her skirts and scurried away before she sobbed aloud. As she hastened around the corner, the door to Alrek’s hut swung open and Esa barrelled into a wall of glistening muscle.

  Hands firm around her upper arms, Alrek held her back to study her. “Esa, what brings you out at this time?”

  “Forgive me, Alrek.” Her voice came out tight, grief stifling it in her throat.

  “You have been crying,” he stated gruffly.

  “Neinn, not crying.” Not yet, at least.

  He glanced over his shoulder, clearly wary of Yrsa’s presence in his hut. Did he believe she would be jealous? He could not be concerned for his reputation. The entire village knew Alrek to be a generous lover and none begrudged him his spoils for he worked hard to protect them all.

  Yet the flutter in her belly told her she longed to be in Yrsa’s place.

  “Do you need something, Esa?”

  She drew in a breath and met his grey gaze. “I… a leak in my roof. I was hoping you might fix it.”

  “It is not raining.”

  Had she angered him by interrupting his liaison? He normally treated her with such kindness but this night he seemed curt and annoyed. “Neinn, b-but it might.”

  “I shall come by on the morrow unless it is urgent. The night is not cold and it is surely too dark to be fixing roofs.”

  “You are right, Alrek. Forgive me. I simply worried you would not have time.”

  “Fear not, Esa, I shall always make time for you.” His furrowed brow softened. “Return now and dream well.”

  The look in his eyes made her frown. Did he know what she would dream of this night? Strong hands, firm muscles and Alrek’s cock sinking deep into her. Her fluttering belly swooped and she fought the need to clench her legs together as desire renewed.

  “Good night, Alrek,” she replied before she could make an even greater fool of herself. Esa hurried away, the scent of sex and Alrek’s musk lingering in her nostrils. She held onto the aroma, knowing it would fuel at least another climax as she lay in her bed that night.

  Chapter Two

  While the sun peeked over the horizon and cast the straw rooftops in an orange haze, Alrek climbed onto Esa’s roof. After sending Yrsa on her way, he had thought of nothing else but Esa’s cursed roof and the shimmering sorrow in her eyes. Had she heard him with Yrsa? He made no secrets of bedding the widows of the village. He brought them as much pleasure as they did him. But Esa had no such man to keep her company. Perhaps it sad
dened her to have no lover. However, she’d shown little interest in remarrying after Rennir and no man would consider taking his place.

  Rennir had been the best of men and a bold warrior. That he had not returned from the expedition shocked the village to the core. None could fill such a man’s shoes, not even Alrek, no matter how much he longed to. Alas, his injury made sure of that.

  If he could not satisfy Esa’s needs physically, he would at least help her in any way he could. He had tended to her animals and home ever since Rennir had left. In many ways, he was a husband to Esa, protecting and taking care of her as Rennir once had. But he would never cross that line. He doubted Esa would welcome any advances from him anyway but neither of them could taint Rennir’s memory like that.

  Alrek released a long, low breath. No matter how tempted he was. Esa had always been a beautiful woman. Many had envied Rennir when he had married her but it had only been right. The strongest warrior gained the beauty of the settlement. While longing panged in Alrek’s gut, it pleased him that his closest friend had found happiness with a kind and dutiful woman.

  Alrek never intended to find such happiness. No woman could come close to Esa and the perfection that had been their marriage. He envied that—wished to emulate it. Besides, with his injury he was half a man. How could he take a woman to be his when he could not protect her properly?

  Shuffling across the roof, sure enough he found the gap Esa had spoken off. The straw was particularly thin. He proceeded to remove some of the old straw and froze. Alrek gulped, blinked and peered through the gap once more.

  Esa sat in the small wooden tub, wet and naked. It was a sight he had dreamed of yet his dreams had never done her justice. Shadows caressed her skin but he saw enough. Round, succulent breasts, tight nipples, flowing hair now darkened by the water. Usually it reminded him of the sunset—a glowing yellow tinged with red. He longed to thrust his fingers into those wet locks and massage away her worries.

  She leaned back and stared up. He jumped back before tentatively shifting forward. It appeared she either hadn’t noticed him or couldn’t see him in the gloom of the hut for she grabbed a washcloth and began scrubbing her arms and across her breasts. Alrek let out a hiss as his cock tightened and he imagined using his hands to scrub her soft skin.

  He held his breath when she moved the cloth lower over her stomach and finally between the shadows at her thighs. He silently cursed the lack of light. What he would not give to see her spread open for him, to taste her luscious cream. Esa began to move the washcloth and his raging erection lengthened. By the gods, she was pleasuring herself.

  A stab of something akin to sorrow tore at his gut. She should not have to pleasure herself. Her small gasps clutched at his heart. If only he had the will to tear himself away and not watch the torture that was a lonely woman seeking meagre gratification. Or better yet, the courage to tear down the door, spread her thighs and lose himself in her.

  Neither happened. Instead, he watched her other hand caress one full breast as she brought herself to a gentle climax. Bitter regret burnt in his mouth. If he had been with her, he would have given her such pleasure, the rotten straw would have dropped from the roof with her cries.

  He drew back when she sagged against the wood. How could he bear to see her so unsatisfied? With the sun fully up and peeking between the thick clouds, Alrek set to work on the roof. When all the rotten straw was removed, a woman called to him, voice curling around his gut. He slid from the roof and climbed down to greet her.

  “Good morrow, Alrek. I did not think you would be here so early.”

  “I promised I would see to your roof.”

  “At so early an hour? You have clearly been working for some time.”

  Colour graced her smooth cheeks and Alrek forced his expression to remain neutral. Did she wonder if he might have heard her? Little did she know, even now he pictured her as she had been. Wet, lush and ripe for a fucking. He clenched his jaw and forced aside the image.

  “It looks as though Freyr is going to bless us with rain today. I would not see you wet—” He cursed his words and their double meaning silently. He had seen her wet. He would kill to see her wetter. To part her creamy thighs and see those glistening folds. To make them wetter by running his tongue over them. With the scent of her in the air, his mouth grew dry at the thought. “I mean your home wet.”

  Gazing up at him, a small smile teased Esa’s lips. Whether she understood his meaning or was amused by his discomfiture, he did not know, but he enjoyed her smile nevertheless. The woman did not smile enough in his opinion.

  “Well, I shall leave you to your work, Alrek. Be assured I shall prepare you something hearty for your midday meal in repayment.”

  “You need never repay me, Esa. You know I do this—”

  “For Rennir,” she finished for him.

  He had been going to say because he cared for her but he let the statement hang. It was a good reminder to him that nothing could ever happen between them. The memory of Rennir would always linger.

  “Good day to you, Alrek. The gods thank you for your work.”

  Alrek simply dipped his head and watched as she ducked back into her hut. He’d rather she thanked him. Down on her knees perhaps, taking his cock into her mouth or riding him hard, taking him deep into her hot cunt.

  With a long inhale, Alrek snatched up the fresh straw he had brought with him and made his way back onto the roof. A day’s toil would rid him of such thoughts.

  ***

  Aware of the man on the roof, Esa struggled to concentrate on preparing him a meal for midday and tidying her home. Having been unable to sleep, she had already tended to the animals and gathered food for the day. Now her fatigue was catching up with her yet her body simmered with tension and need. Her earlier climax had done little to satisfy. Rennir had been a lusty lover—strong, dominant and talented. While sometimes she had longed for him to display a more tender side, she always enjoyed lying with him. She missed the feel of a man’s cock between her thighs and the strong musky scent. Her own gentle fragrance seemed insipid and her delicate fingers a poor replacement for a thick erection.

  The pitter patter of rain sounded upon the straw and Esa peered out to see raindrops building into puddles in the mud. She straightened her gown and tidied her hair as she waited for Alrek to join her and come out of the rain but he did not come. She glanced at the roof and noted it did not leak. Snatching a blanket, she held it over her head and stepped outside.

  “Come down,” she called up to him.

  “I will be only a moment,” he yelled back over the drumming of the increasing rain. “Go inside.”

  “Alrek—“she protested.

  “Inside, Esa, now,” he barked.

  Taken aback, Esa did as he ordered and hurried inside. She used the blanket to dry herself off and settled on the wooden chair by the fire pit. Why had Alrek been so short with her? He usually only ever treated her with kindness. Twice now she had aggravated him and she could not fathom why.

  The door swung open and Alrek swaggered in. She gasped at the sight. His long hair, wet and plastered to his face, his garments moulding to his firm body. A stab of longing struck her lower belly.

  “You are soaked.”

  “I am.” He offered her a twisted smile.

  “Come, sit by the fire.”

  He did as he was told, which surprised her. She snatched the blanket and stood behind him. With rough movements, she worked on drying his hair.

  “Esa, you do not have to—”

  “Alrek, you have toiled all morning on my roof. I must.”

  She eyed his strong profile, the scar that sliced through his eyebrow and those firm lips while she continued to rub him down. When she came to stand in front of him, she saw his hands twitch. How she longed to feel them pressed to her hips. To have him nuzzle against her and draw her down for a kiss. Her chest grew tight, her breaths heavy and wanting.

  Esa swiped the blanket over his damp face
and he let out a grumble in protest.

  “I am no child, woman.”

  “You are soaked to the skin. You shall make yourself ill.”

  “If you let me be I shall return home and dry off.”

  “You shall get wet all over again. The rain still falls heavily.”

  “You are right. It does.” His gaze connected with hers. Something stirred in the air.

  Esa gulped. “Stay by the fire. You shall dry soon enough. Or else… you could remove your garments…”

  Alrek’s silvered eyes darkened. “You do not know what you ask of me.”

  Did he understand? Was her need that obvious? She must seem pathetic and unfaithful to him. “I ask nothing of you. Only that you do not sit in wet clothes and succumb to illness. I—that is, the village—would not do to lose a man such as you.”

  He stood, drawing the air from her chest as he towered over her. With one easy movement he took off his shirt and handed it to her. Her hands shook as she took it. She had seen Alrek’s chest before—the light scattering of fair hair covering firm muscles and the occasional slash of a scar—but never in such close confines. She itched to spread her hands over him and touch his flat nipples.

  Instead, she hung the shirt over the back of a chair and turned to take the rest from him. She froze. In the glowing light of the fire, Alrek’s naked body called to her. A proud erection thrust from between his legs. More golden hair surrounded his large cock and it glistened with pre-cum. She licked her lips and Alrek groaned.

  Swallowing heavily, Esa stepped forward with the blanket and began rubbing it across his chest. “You are very wet,” she whispered.

  “Já.”

  “Wet all over.”

  “Já.”

  “I must dry you.” She must. It was her duty to look after the man who had been so kind to her. But would he let her look after him in other ways too? He clearly needed release.

  Esa rubbed her way down his stomach, across the firm ridges, skimming the head of his arousal. He closed his eyes and she heard his heavy breaths. Before she could become distracted, she stepped around behind him and worked across his shoulders and firm rear. She had to stand on tiptoes to dry the tops of his shoulders. The heat building between them increased the scent of him. The earthy masculine aroma made arousal drip between her legs.