Sold to the Berserkers: A Menage Shifter Romance

by Savino, Lee

  “Go to him, Brenna.” Samuel ordered. “Give my brother a kiss.”

  I crawled across the pelts, smiling in greeting. The dark haired man grinned and accepted my chaste touch of lips, then cupped my head in his hands and kissed me deeply.

  When he was done he rested his forehead against mine for a moment. “Thank ye, lass.” His voice seemed to return to him, he and Samuel chatted about the hunt and other warriors for a few minutes, while Daegan ate some meat, offering bits to me. I accepted quietly, following my role, my ears alert for any clue for escape.

  At last, Daegan reached down and tugged a lock of my hair. “Are ye enjoying yerself, Brenna?”

  I hesitated, then nodded shyly.

  “Ye are very beautiful.”

  This time the compliment didn’t make me cringe. These men were warriors stuck in a mountain top camp. Of course they thought the only woman around for a hundred miles was the most beautiful thing they’d seen.

  I smiled at him and raised up onto my knees, reaching for him. I set a hand on his chest, feeling his muscles flex under my palm as I kissed him. He tasted of wood and wild. I wanted more. I slanted my head, as Samuel had done, and fed on the corner of his mouth, begging for a slip of his tongue. He rewarded me, drinking deeply.

  When we were done I burned all over. I barely heard Daegan comment. “She’s a quick learner.”

  “Aye.”

  “My wolf is calm,” Daegan remarked, still holding me.

  “As is mine.”

  “Better than seeking a priest to exorcise the demon,” Daegan said with a sly look at Samuel. “All the praying and sacrifice, and what you needed was a sweet maiden to lie with.”

  Samuel growled, an unhappy sound. My body stiffened.

  For a moment no one spoke. The room seemed colder.

  Daegen’s hands soothed up and down my back, and the edge of his mouth quirked in a little smile.

  “I’ve upset my warrior brother.” Daegan turned me to face the blond, who was staring at the stone walls, brooding. “It is your duty to make him feel better. Go to him, Brenna,”

  My dark haired master set me on my feet and gave me a little push. The short walk took ages. I stared at the rigid line of Samuel’s shoulders.

  But when I reached him and put a hand on his arm, he softened.

  “Little love,” he sighed, drawing me between his thick, muscled legs. “So sweet and so pure.”

  Even with him seated on the rock and me standing, he still was taller. I leaned in to kiss him, feeling his beard, softer than it looked, brush against my face.

  His big hands came to cup my head. I waited for him to start kissing me again, sending his hands exploring so he would tease me to pleasure and ready me to rut but he seemed content to just hold me close.

  Daegan moved around the cavern, feeding the braziers. “Perhaps ye can tell our wee savior the tale.”

  Samuel shot his warrior brother an annoyed look, but the tension drained out of him as he spoke.

  “I was born in the Northern Way, a few day’s sail across the sea. I had a life and family there, but I was a warrior in service to my king.”

  “Tell her yer name,” Daegan huffed a laugh.

  “It was Sigmund,for my father’s father.” A ghost of a smile breached Samuel’s mouth only to quickly fall away. “Then a witch came—a volva, as we Norsemen call them- who worked spells for the king. She said she would make us invincible. We all competed to be the best, worthy of the spell. When the time came, she turned us into monsters.” His hand absently petted my hair.

  “Great warriors,” Daegan said. “Unstoppable during the killing rage.”

  “Aye,” Samuel said softly. “But the beast eats our humanity.” The blond lapsed into a brooding silence.

  Daegan came close to explain the rest. “Samuel left Norway to fight for his king, and eventually put his sword up for hire. When I first met him, he professed fealty to the White Christ, and changed his name from Sigmund to Samuel.” Daegan regarded his warrior brother. “You thought the Christian magic would heal you.”

  The blond nodded sadly. “It did not. I fasted and prayed, and the beast only grew stronger.”

  “We have tamed it.”

  Samuel lifted golden eyes to mine. “Brenna has.”

  “Aye.”

  I wrinkled my brow, looking from one to another.

  “You calm the wolf,” Samuel said.

  I nodded. I knew this was important, even if I didn’t understand.

  “Little lass, you do not know how precious you are.”

  Then Samuel grew tired of talking, for he cupped my face and kissed it, and I leaned into the pull of his lips. His mouth possessed mine, silently promising all good things, before kissing down to suck on the tender skin of my neck. My head fell back, and Daegan was there, pushing back my hair and kissing my other shoulder.

  Too late I realized that his lips had traced down my scars.

  It was my turn to stiffen, and them to quiet me.

  “Come, lass.” Daegan drew me to the cavern of springs where he bathed me thoroughly, rubbing oil into every crevice and scraping it off before bidding me rinse off.

  I submitted, happy to get clean of their seed, even though I had the feeling they’d want to paint me with it again soon enough.

  When he finished, Daegan handed me the oil and strigil.

  “Your turn, lass.” He grinned and turned his back to me. For a long time, I rubbed my hands over the broad expanse, enjoying every muscle. The great bunched muscles of his shoulder, the long lean ones alongside his spine and the small, knotted ones around his ribs.

  He practically purred as I anointed him, frowning a little as I carefully scraped the oil away with the strigil. He plunged into the pool, splashing and rearing up, shaking water out of his hair.

  I waited on the edge of the pool, and he beckoned me to join him, grinning when I hesitated. My hair was almost dry.

  He came at me, wading with water droplets flying, a playful look on his face. I backed up a few steps, then decided to risk it and run.

  He caught me after a few steps, tossed me on his shoulder and carried me to the pool, dunking me. I came up annoyed, beginning to understand why Samuel sometimes gazed at his warrior brother with frustration. I swatted the water, sending a little spray towards him.

  He grabbed me again. “Wee one, yer too courageous by half, to fight with me.”

  I don’t know what possessed me, but I pretended to bite him.

  His eyes lit and he wrestled with me, his movements light and quick and still playful. I could tell he was holding back from his full strength.

  Still, when he dunked me again, I twisted and swam away, popping up and sticking out my tongue at him. Eyes bright, he chased me with a growl and for a moment I was really frightened, but when he caught me his hands were gentle.

  “I got ye,” he growled, and my heart beat faster. “Yer mine now.” He picked me up and carried me to the dry stone, laying me on a sitting rock. I lay stretched before him like a sacrifice on an altar, my chest heaving. What would he do with me?

  “Lie still now, Brenna. I’m going to get my reward.”

  I stayed put while he went to grab a few things, but I couldn’t help sitting up and cowering a little when he set two things beside me: the jar of oil, and a blade.

  “Shhh, it’s all right lass. Calm yerself. I’m going to shave ye.”

  His tone relaxed me, then his words penetrated and I scrambled up. He caught me and laid me down again.

  “Now, now Brenna.”

  “Need help brother?” Samuel entered, a loincloth draped around his giant hips. Before I knew it, the blond sat at my back, cradling me and pulling my legs apart.

  “Shhh,” Samuel hushed me as Daegan poured out the oil. “Be good for my warrior brother.”

  “I won’t hurt ye, lass,” Daegan told me softly. His fingers stroked my lower lips, coating them generously with oil. “Dinnae move and I won’t even nick ye with the blad
e. You’ll be all soft and smooth for us.”

  With a wicked smile, Daegan started sharpening the blade. I squirmed on Samuel’s lap.

  “Still, Brenna.” The blond’s voice made my body freeze. “This is what we wish. You will obey.”

  “Though if ye don’t, it’ll be a pleasure to see ye punished,” Daegan added with a wink.

  My eyes widened. For all their talk of caring for me, they were threatening to beat me?

  Samuel sighed and explained Daegan’s teasing. “Your punishment would not be harsh.”

  “Just a wee spanking,” Daegan sounded excited at the prospect. “Though yer bum will sting because it’s wet. Is that what you want, Brenna?”

  I shook my head.

  “Good lass. Now lie back and relax, and I’ll get you all smooth for us to lick.” The black haired warrior approached with the blade, and I showed my displeasure by kicking out.

  “Och, careful, lass, the knife is sharp.”

  But I wasn’t in the mood to be placated. In the past day, I’d grown more comfortable with the warriors, and forgotten too much of my fear, for as Samuel gripped me tighter, his hand came near my mouth and I bit him.

  He only chuckled and clamped his hand over my mouth. “Biting us already? Not in the throes of passion. Oh, little love you are so brave.”

  Before I knew it, he had flipped me over his knee and swatted my bottom once. It didn’t hurt but I knew it was a warning.

  “Your choice, Brenna. Submit to the shaving, or to your punishment. I can spank you as long and hard as you want.”

  I made my decision, thrashing and trying to fight to get off his lap. My struggles made no difference. One great leg weighed down mine, and he caught my flailing hands before smacking my bottom again. I stilled at the force, not quite strong enough to sting, but serious.

  “That’s one.”

  I struggled and he smacked the other cheek hard enough for me to catch my breath. “That’s two.” The sting worked through me, telling me to stop this mad experiment, and obey.

  I let my body go limp over his legs in submission.

  Daegan chuckled. “Seems she learned her lesson.”

  Anger burned through me. It seemed, in the face of their coddling and gentle treatment, I had lost all good sense.

  Samuel held his hand to my face. “Kiss me to thank me for your punishment.”

  I contemplated this, then tried to bite him again. A stupid move, I soon realized.

  “Not quite,” Samuel told Daegan. “But soon.” The blond’s great hand beat down, covering every inch of my backside. The spanking hurt but the warrior obviously wasn’t using even one iota of his full strength. It was nothing like the beating I expected, and in the end it almost felt nice, for every so often the warrior stopped and rubbed my bottom. The massage muted the slight sting. After a few minutes, I felt warm and floaty, even when Samuel’s swats reached a crescendo. The blows came down harder and harder, then stopped.

  “Almost there?” Daegan asked.

  “Aye.” Samuel’s fingers slid between my legs. “She’s soaked.” He played in my folds until I bucked my hips a little.

  “Well, Brenna? Are ye ready to be good? If ye are we’ll give ye a reward…”

  I let myself go limp over Samuel’s lap.

  “Smart lass,” Samuel laughed and rubbed my back and bottom. Whatever small pain I’d felt faded quickly away leaving a deep aching desire.

  My face was flushed and my body relaxed when Samuel helped me up. The two warriors propped me between them and finished the job of shaving me while I submitted, desperate to cum.

  “There we are. All smooth.” I felt hot breath blow over my lower lips and sighed. “Now for your reward.”

  Daegan took his time, swirling his tongue around my newly shaved center while Samuel held me and stroked my breasts.

  Despite my captive position and chastised bottom, I felt comfortable and safe. In only a few days, these warriors had molded me into the perfect object of pleasure. I marveled at how happy I was in my new role. For the first time in my life, I felt truly accepted and loved.

  That sudden realization made me blink. Worry flicked through me, though it couldn’t last long in my relaxed state. More dangerous than violence and beatings were bonds of kindness and love. The longer they held me here, the more I would forget who I truly was: Brenna, scarred and sold as a slave, the only one who could stand between my sisters and my lecherous stepfather.

  This thought fluttered through my head but before it could take root, Daegan shifted between my legs and I focused on him.

  “Do ye like yer smooth cunny?” He lay his cheek on my thigh, his beard scratching me lightly. Wet poured from me and he inhaled, his eyes glowing brighter. He began laying kisses on my inner thighs and soft lips, waiting for me to admit my struggles had been in vain.

  Setting my jaw, I reached down and tried to tug his head forward, to force him to lick me as I liked. Daegan caught my hands in surprise.

  Samuel chuckled so hard, his laugh shook me as I lay back on his chest. I shot him an annoyed look.

  “She grows bolder,” Samuel said to Daegan in an approving tone.

  “Aye, she’s a courageous one. But it is a pleasure to teach her to mind.” Holding my hands away, Daegan used his tongue to tame me, laving up and down my soft, wet heat until I writhed and gasped. He pulled away with a wicked smile.

  “What do ye say, Brenna. Are ye glad to be shaved?”

  I glared at him and he teased me some more. Finally I nodded vigorously, silently begging for release.

  “Good lass,” he praised me, using finger and little kisses on my pleasure bud to send me convulsing over the edge. All too soon, he was kissing and licking me again, and the coil of pleasure tightened in me again.

  As he worshiped between my legs, his finger dipped and probed lightly at my bottom hole. I clenched and he shot me an impish look.

  “One day, wee one,” He said to me. “I will take you here while my brother takes your cunny, and we will claim you together.” As his finger slipped in and out of my lower hole, I scrunched my features and made a face.

  Daegan’s laugh echoed around the chamber.

  “You dinnae like the sound of that, lass?”

  I squirmed away from his finger, still frowning.

  “Brenna,” Samuel warned, clutching me tighter.

  “It’s all right, brother,” Daegan soothed. “Brenna, ye dinnae believe I can make it feel good?”

  Before I could nod or shake my head, he dipped his head and fastened his mouth on my overstimulated nub. I tried to escape but between him and Samuel I couldn’t move to escape Daegan’s insistent tongue. My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and Samuel gripped my hair, turning my head to claim my mouth. I panted heavily, and Samuel drew back, nibbling on my lips instead. Between my legs, Daegan did the same, licking and sucking until I gasped into Samuel’s kiss.

  Over the next few minutes, I learned something about my two warriors: they thought the same. One would probe his tongue into my mouth, stabbing and possessing, while the other thrust his tongue into my cunny. My mouth fell open, lax, and my eyes were half lidded as two men fed on my sweet lips, one above, one below. Samuel transferred his snuffling kisses to my ears, while Daegan remained at the center of my legs, sucking on my pleasure spot until I shuddered onto the pelts.

  In the languid aftermath of my release, I realized Daegan had ventured further, sweeping his tongue up between my buttocks. It felt good, but I fought to close my legs and keep him out. With a small growl, he pinned my thighs and, gripping my bum cheeks to hold them open, vigorously tongued my dark hole.

  I didn’t want it to feel good, but it did. I reminded myself that he’d washed me thoroughly. All the same, I was glad when he added two fingers to my cunny, stroking my sensitive pearl to another shattering climax.

  “Is she ready for a good hard fucking?” Daegan asked Samuel as I lay convulsing on the pelts.

  “She was born for it,” S
amuel growled and swung into place over me. He kissed and rubbed his bearded face against my breasts for a minute or two, letting me come down from the precipice before he spread my legs set himself at my slick center and slid inside me. The shock waves began all over again. I thrashed on his pillaging cock. His manhood stretched me but my soaking cunt accepted him.

  He fucked me hard and I accepted it like I’d been made to bounce on the end of his huge rod. I lifted my legs and hitched them around his hips so he could drive deep, cursing as he came.

  Without further ado, Samuel pulled out, his slickened spear still hard and jutting from his hips, and Daegan took his place. The black haired warrior drove home in a great lurching thrust that had my head flying back. He bottomed out and retreated only to do it again.

  The orgasm came from deep inside me, almost breaking me. I gasped and panted and clawed at the pelts.

  “Do ye see how it will be, lass? Two men unable to sate themselves on your body. We will pound yer heat and then flip you over for a good arse fucking while one takes yer sweet mouth. Then a nice long rest and a bath before we do it again.”

  He pulled out and rolled me over onto my belly, pulling up my hips and tucking pelts under me so my bottom stuck up in the air. “Oil, brother. She'll take her pleasure with something in her ass.”

  When Daegan slid his cock back inside my wet heat, he added a finger to my bottom hole, swirling and working one thick digit inside me. My body cramped around the oiled intruder. I felt full to breaking.

  Samuel came to my front and set his cock at my mouth.

  “Lick me,” he growled, taking my hair and guiding me to clean his member.

  They played with me like that for a while, Samuel using my tongue to lick him back to hardness while Daegan squeezed and rubbed my bum, finger fucking my dark entrance while his cocked remained sheathed inside my cunt.

  Finally, Daegan tired of playing with my ass. Samuel drew back, stroking himself off in front of my face while his warrior brother slammed hard into me. They both finished within seconds of one another, Daegan gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, while Samuel painted my face with seed.

  They spent some time spreading it over my skin, claiming me, before washing me off and carrying me to bed.