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by Desconhecido

  Fridgeir raised up. “Depends. If you don’t heal well enough to enjoy it it’s one thing, but law does allow a slave to be taken if her owner can’t or more likely won’t see to her pleasure. In bed. Rest of the time, no one cares if you’re happy—so stop plotting.”

  She chuckled. “You wound me, making such accusations! Besides, everyone keeps telling me what a catch you are, being the high king’s close friend and all.” She flashed a smug smile at him.

  Fridgeir snorted and bit her neck lightly. “Then you’d best keep me happy, slave.”

  She rolled to her back. “So soon? Gods—how long has it been since you had a regular bedmate?” she teased.

  He answered with a passionate kiss. His tongue tickled her lips and flowed in when she parted them. Very soon she returned his kiss with equal passion, encouraging him.

  He caressed her jaw and cupped it softly in the palm of his hand. Her breath quickened and she moaned into his mouth.

  “Way too long!” he breathed when he finally let up. He kissed his way down her throat, sucking lightly at the base. She moaned slightly and turned her head so he could reach easier. He kissed up to her ear and behind it. Her breath caught when he found the right spot. Where else would she like to be kissed?

  He moved on to the rim of her ear, lipping it then sucking in the lobe. She sighed out her pleasure.

  His hand strayed across her chest light as down then back again in a firmer stroke. He teased across her nipples until both rose hard. She moaned softly as he took a single finger and massaged one in small circles.

  Fridgeir watched the passion and pleasure flow across her face with great satisfaction. He loved watching a woman give in to the feel. He took her nipple between two fingers and rolled it. She gasped and arched into his hand. His cock answered with a throb.

  He bent and flicked the nipple with the tip of his tongue. She gasped again and clutched at the bedding. One leg drew up and down again as her hips rocked. He sucked her breast and she moaned and dug her fingers into his hair, holding him close.

  He trailed his fingers down her firm abdomen and to the curly red mound of hair. He brushed it so lightly. Her eyes flew open and she gasped and pressed up, chasing his hand with her hips.

  He tickled along the inside of her thigh. She grabbed his beard and pulled his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. He pressed close to her side but at the last moment remembered not to surround her with his arms. She stroked his chest and dove straight for his cock. He gasped as she stroked it firmly, closing on the head with her palm. He pressed urgently into her hand. She massaged the end sending hot fire burning clear to his balls. Pre-cum wept from the slit and she stroked it around the turgid head.

  His eyes opened to fill hers with deep blue passion. His hand swept across her mound again and she gasped and parted her legs, wanting. But he just continued to tease. She moaned and arched into his hand, drawing one leg up and raising even higher.

  Mother of demons! If he’s this good with his lips and hands what can he do with the rest of him?

  Need filled her so deeply. She swelled with desire. He softly and carefully stroked lower.

  His breath heaved and his cock jumped against her side. Carefully he parted the hair. She moaned and writhed with pleasure. He softly stroked her with just his pinky. She gasped, clutching at the blankets and wriggling with pleasure.

  He slipped lower and sucked in the nipple closest to him. She gasped and moaned harder. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her chest heaved as pleasure flowed from his lips. His finger sank farther in and found a sore spot. She whimpered slightly and shrank away from his touch. Tears started to form in her eyes. I want him soo badly! His tongue teased her breast while his fingers withdrew.

  She read the determination in his eyes, he wouldn’t quit, not this time. A sharp thrill of anticipation sent heat back to her sex.

  He kissed his way down her belly. She swallowed and let the pleasure flow back into her. He stopped at her hairline as if uncertain. She couldn’t help chuckling.

  “Never kissed a woman’s lower lips before?” She raised her head up and cocked a brow in challenge.

  He shrugged. “No, not really.”

  “It’s easier if you move between my legs,” she suggested with helpful amusement. He kissed the hairline and she laid back with a sigh of pleasure to come.

  He moved carefully between her legs and she raised her knees and dropped them open.

  His breath caught and then heaved. His cock jumped in anticipation. The view of her womanhood spread so invitingly in front of him was almost more than he could bear! And even in the shadows of the alcove, he could see areas he needed to avoid. He caressed lightly across her and she whimpered in pleasure and anticipation.

  “Kiss me!” she demanded as she reached down and spread her hair back. He leaned down and kissed her. She gasped and sighed.

  He inhaled her scent, heavy with woman’s musk. His cock throbbed and he kissed deeper. His tongue flickered out. She gasped and pressed into him. He looked across her body, between her heaving breasts and enjoyed the pleasure on her face. He licked her again and his cock jumped at the pleasure contorting her face.

  “Oh, yes! Higher, here. That’s the best spot.” She showed him her clit. It had been awhile since he’d visually explored a woman so thoroughly. He took the time to see, to touch lightly with a finger. She gasped and whimpered slightly every time he touched it.

  He leaned closer and brushed it with his nose then kissed it. She gasped and arched into him.

  He licked it with the very tip of his tongue. She gasped and her hands flexed reflexively. Her hips rose to meet his tongue. He chased it around and she gasped and whimpered, her hips moving with him. More of her sweet nectar flowed from her hot slit.

  “Oh! Yes! Oh sweet mother of demons! Yes!” She gasped and moaned. Her breath heaved and her body tensed. He flicked firmly across it and watched with anticipation as she arched and whimpered louder, moaning.

  “Oh, keep doing that, oh, please!” she begged and writhed under his touch. He licked in circles, faster and faster. She pressed up into him, gasping and moaning. “Oh, more, I need more,” she moaned and begged for the release that eluded her. “Suck me, gently, please!”

  He took her clit softly in his lips and sucked lightly. She gasped and cried out, her body tensing and straining into him. He sucked and the tip of his tongue flicked against her. Her eyes flew open and she cried out softly. He felt a rush of wetness.

  He did it again, flicking the tip as he sucked. She whimpered and her body writhed then tensed hard. With a soft whimpering cry she finally reached her release!

  He felt a rush of juice and a pulsing in her loins. He sucked softly once more and she cried out, pulsing as she sank to the bed. He pulled himself up beside her, basking in her pleasure. Soft green-grey eyes opened to his. She smiled and pulled his beard so she could kiss him soundly.

  “Not bad for a first try,” she teased with a wicked lick of her lips. “But you’re going to have to practice more.”

  He nuzzled into her neck and nipped her. She yelped and giggled. He rose up to look her in the eye with challenge. “You’ll just have to show me how it’s done then.” He rolled to his back and stroked his throbbing cock. She licked her lips and his cock throbbed in yearning.

  “Sit up against the wall.” She pointed. He moved and she slipped between his legs.

  She skipped any foreplay and dove onto him. He gasped and clutched her hair. Her tongue never stopped stroking as her mouth moved in small circles. One hand took the base and stroked. He moaned and gasped at the rush of pleasure.

  Her tongue found the hole at the top and teased it. He moaned and braced himself, rocking his hips forward.

  She sucked harder. Sweet mother that feels so good it almost hurts!

  He could feel his balls drawing up tight, seed ready to rise in his shaft.

  Her tongue danced faster and harder along his length. He cried out and his body jerked with his c
ock as his seed sprayed down her throat. She gulped and swallowed without missing a beat. He gasped and cried out and writhed until he could take no more.

  “Stop! Oh, gods, stop!” His chest heaved and the rest of him fell limp. She smiled wickedly and rose up on her knees.

  “And that’s how it’s done,” she told him with a smug and saucy look. He smiled and opened his eyes.

  “Can you give me another lesson tomorrow?” he teased and stroked her chest with his fingers. Much to his surprise, she straddled him and leaned in for a kiss.

  “Maybe,” she said just before leaning in for a kiss. Her tongue teased into his mouth.

  He opened and met her tongue with his, following it back into her mouth. His brow furrowed. She didn’t taste nearly as sweet as just moments ago. Then it hit him—She tastes of my seed! He jerked back in horror.

  She couldn’t help laughing. “Don’t like the way you taste? Now you know why some women won’t do it.” She leaned close and licked his beard, still damp with her juice.

  “I like the way I taste.” Her brow wrinkled slightly. “Although I should have washed first. Tastes a bit of blood.” She started laughing again at his horrified look. She moved off the bed and went for the pitcher of water nearby. “Here, rinse it out if it’s that bad.” She didn’t stop chuckling as he took a hearty drink and swished it around his mouth before swallowing.

  “What did you do that for?” he demanded as she crawled up next to him.

  “It’s custom to share love juice. To finish with a final kiss of sharing.” She started to sound annoyed. “What was all the nattering about sharing pleasures? Just a lot of talk? We shared—what’s the big deal?”

  “Sharing means I give you some of mine and you give me some of yours. Not giving it back again! Gods, woman. A man’s not supposed to suck his own seed.” Fridgeir stared at her in total confusion.

  She shrugged. “Well, you wanted to know how it was done and that’s the way we do it were I come from. I had no idea Northmen were such big babies.” She pouted dramatically but the glimmer of mirth in her eyes gave away her game.

  “Careful, slave, there’s a nice slave trader in town just itching to have you! Better start behaving,” he warned as sternly as he could manage.

  “Humph.” She tossed her hair back. “And then who would bite your neck?” She arched a brow in challenge.

  Fridgeir laughed despite himself. “Ah, wild one, you’re truly a prize!” He pulled her close and lightly kissed her. “But do that again and I’ll have to beat you silly.” He only sounded half-teasing.

  She snorted and flopped down on the bed. “Promises, promises,” she retorted and turned her back to him.

  He chuckled and lay on his back. Still, it was worth it. I gave her pleasure! He sighed and closed his eyes to sleep.

  She lay a moment, then rolled over and ran her hand across his chest.

  He cocked an eye open. “Now what?”

  Her gaze dropped a moment, then met his in seriousness. “Just, thank you.” She snuggled closer to his side.

  His heart missed a beat. He kissed the top her head. “You’re welcome,” he whispered. A very satisfied smile followed him into sleep.

  She smiled to herself. He’ll never sell me now, not after tonight. And slave or not, she knew just what he needed, wanted. She sighed and rested her head against him, listening to his strong, steady heart. And as long as she gave it to him, he'd keep her safe. Safe. She hadn’t felt safe in so long. And satisfied. They didn’t destroy me after all! I can’t wait until I can feel that glorious cock of his buried balls deep in my puss. She sighed out a deep breath. Things might just work out after all.

  Chapter 17

  Day 8, morning through afternoon

  Eirik waited with a very worried Saibh at the morning table. As soon as Eireann appeared she bolted to her sister’s side. Eireann hugged her and urged her back toward the table.

  “It’s all right, little flower. I’m sure the high king took good care of you?” she asked more than stated. The girl nodded reluctantly then took her sister’s hand. She darted a glance at Fridgeir. Eireann smiled and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

  “Yes, he took good care of me last night.” She let her gaze travel down him warmly. No few looked a bit shocked before starting in, demanding details. Fridgeir just smiled politely and set about eating.

  Eirik gave his friend a slap on the shoulder. “Fridgeir, you joining us in town or you want to laze about in bed a while longer?”

  Fridgeir looked Eireann over then sighed. “Tempting, but there’ll be plenty of time for that later.” He shot her a teasing glance.

  She simply shrugged.

  “Although I’ve little enough coin to spend, I think I’ll join you.” He spoke to Eireann. “Can I leave you for a few marks without you getting in trouble or should I have you tied to the mast of the Fire?”

  She tossed her head slightly. “They keep their tongues to themselves, I’ll keep my teeth to myself,” she replied icily.

  Men chuckled.

  “I’m sure there’s no doubt to your claim now,” Nokki as he gave Eireann a sly wink. “I think she’ll be safe in here with the other women. You’ll keep an eye out, dear?” he asked his wife as he kissed the back of her neck.

  She shoved him off with a disdainful look. “You taking the rest of them with you or do I have to watch the whole lot?”

  Eirik shook his head. “We’ll take the ones we’re selling. Some of our men will stay to keep an eye on the rest.”

  “Well, then just put her with them. I’ve no need for the extra hands.” Then she replied with sweet sarcasm, “Unless you don’t trust your own?”

  “Forgive me, lady. Have we insulted you somehow?” Eirik asked with true concern.

  She sighed. “Other than filling my hall to the rafters with rowdy men and making all sorts of extra work for the women here, no. Forgive me, High King. I’ve been a bit out of sorts of late.”

  He smiled. “We’ll try to be less rowdy, and out of your hair before dinner. And, lady, thank you and your daughter for helping with Hope.” He decided he’d best get them both a gift.

  She smiled politely. “I could hardly refuse such a tiny one in distress! It’s horrific how they treated that poor baby!”

  The lady sighed heavily as if making a huge concession. “I guess she can stay with the mother, as long as she does as she’s told.”

  Fridgeir smiled and nodded at Eireann.

  “Of course, my lady. I am after all just a slave.” Eireann bowed slightly and tried to sound not even a slight bit mocking.

  The men left and the lady of the hall turned with a big smile to her daughters and other women. “That went well. I think more than Nokki will be shopping for gifts to appease us.” Her remark was greeted with laughter.

  Eireann tried not to laugh with them. Sneaky woman!

  “Come then, slave. I understand you have some skill with herbs and cooking. You can help get some travel provisions readied.” The lady ushered her and Saibh toward the back. “But first you have to answer one question.”

  Eireann looked at her expectantly. The lady grinned slyly. “What in the seven hells was so funny last night?”

  Eireann grinned widely then started laughing.

  * * * *

  Fridgeir joined Eirik, Cedric, Leif, Arinbjorn and the young Njals for a trip into town. Narrow streets wound between wooden buildings and sheds. A tavern stood on the corner of the alley leading to Nokki’s and the main street. It offered rooms for rent on the second floor and from the sign, whores as well. At this hour the street held few people and most of those were headed to or from the harbor. They turned down toward the docks and the slave market.

  As expected, the women brought a good price, especially the young ones. The raiders brought a much better price than they’d expected. The slave master indicated the Witch King as well as local wars had increased the demand for able-bodied men a good bit.

  By the time they he
aded to the weavers, the dusty streets had begun to fill with more people.

  “Why do they cross the street or duck in stores when we pass? With Nokki living here it’s hardly like they’ve never seen a Northman before.” Njals asked with confusion.

  Cedric chuckled. “I think they’re afraid we’ll slit their throats for looking at us.”

  “Some seem to fear us grabbing their women off the street, never to be seen again,” Eirik replied then laughed as a man all but shoved his wife and daughter into a doorway.

  Unfortunately for the panicked townsfolk, it happened to be the cloth merchant Eirik liked to trade with. The family fled to a far corner of the store.

  “Hail, Eirik Dragon Heart!” the shopkeeper greeted him with a big smile. “I’ve some fine silk I’ve been saving just for you. It’s royal blue and I have a matching silver.”

  Eirik snorted. “Saving it for me because no one else will pay your outrageous prices!”

  Fridgeir and Arinbjorn shared a laugh as they watched the poor family fleeing the store. By the time they left, Eirik purchased not only the silk but some fine cotton as well. Arinbjorn bought some cotton cloth in a rich russet for his wife.

  They made their way through the winding streets toward the glassblower’s. A real crowd began to fill the streets but they found a way always opened for them. It didn’t hurt that they each stood almost a head taller than most of the townsfolk. Or perhaps that they never went anywhere less than armed to the teeth, although they did leave their ring mail and helms behind. Fridgeir and Arinbjorn liked to carry their long axes in holsters across their backs. It had an amusingly unnerving effect on people to see the head of a war axe peaking over a man's shoulder.

  A small crowd of Northmen gathered at the new glassblower’s, watching him work. Such artisans were common farther south or east but this was the first to make his home in Dungar. Eirik purchased a fine pitcher and matching cups for serving the other kings when they came. Several bought finely crafted glass beads to take home to their women.