The Viking's Captive

by Lily Harlem

  Her hair fell forward, several flowers fluttering to the ground, and she reached for his belt as something to hold onto.

  Slap.

  “Oh!” He’d whacked his hand over her ass, then left it there.

  “Thank you, reverend, and you, too, Asmund and Nadir, but it is time for us to leave.”

  “What about the wedding meal?” Nadir said. “I have broth on the fire.”

  “It’s not food I’m hungry for,” Halvor said. “Though I appreciate your kindness.”

  Duna gasped as he spun and began to stride toward Ivan.

  “Goodbye, Duna,” Nadir called. “Have fun.”

  Fun! She was sure what Halvor had in store for her would be many things, but she wasn’t sure if fun was one of them.

  He lifted her onto Ivan and she gripped the horse’s mane, waiting for a wave of dizziness to pass and catching her breath.

  “Are you well, wife?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He leaped on behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her tight against his chest, and reached for the reins.

  “Hy, hy,” he called to Ivan and dug his heels in.

  Ivan seemed to gather his energy beneath himself, then sprang forward into a fast canter.

  Duna clung tighter to his mane as they raced away from Asmund and Nadir’s longhouse. The wind caught in her hair and she was glad of Halvor’s strong arm around her.

  They traveled in the direction of home, passing several pastures, and following the river, but just before they reached their land, Halvor pulled Ivan to a halt.

  “What are we doing?” she asked, looking at the elderberry bushes to her right.

  “I’m not waiting until we get home,” he said, slipping from Ivan and landing with a thud on the ground.

  She gulped when she saw the iron set of his jaw. “Not waiting for what?”

  “You know what, Duna.” He gripped her waist and pulled her from Ivan.

  She was in his arms again and he was kissing her. This kiss was urgent, his tongue tangling with hers and his hands roaming to her ass and pulling her closer, closer still.

  Her heart rate picked up. His erection was prodding her stomach through their clothing. And it was as big as she remembered.

  He took several paces away from the horse, then turned and urged her to sit on the long meadow grass. He then kissed her, and his lips didn’t leave hers as he pressed over her until she was lying flat on her back…

  “You have my mind spinning and my body aching,” he murmured against her lips. “And now I have to relieve that ache.”

  He dragged at her dress, bunching it up around her waist, then pushed at her undergarments.

  She helped him and kicked them off. Her cunny trembled. This was it, the moment she’d both feared and longed for.

  His breaths were coming hard and fast. His eyes were narrowed, his movements swift and efficient. It was as if he’d become possessed, only one thing existed in his world.

  Getting inside her and spilling his seed.

  He fumbled with the button on his breeches. “Spread your legs, wife.”

  She gulped and did as he’d asked.

  His cock sprang free, but he didn’t grip it, instead he brought his hand to his mouth and spat in his palm. “I hope you’re wet for me,” he said. “But if not, this will help.”

  He reached down and gripped his cock, coating it in saliva. He then arrowed the tip at her entrance.

  She held her breath. The domed head of his glans was impossibly wide. It would never fit.

  “Relax, my little Celt wife, try to let me in,” he said. “It will be better for you.”

  He pushed forward.

  Despite her wanting him so badly, her body resisted and she cried out.

  But he didn’t stop. He continued to forge in, staring into her eyes as he did so.

  With effort she managed to relax a little and accommodate him. He took full advantage and drove in deeper.

  He groaned and his eyelids drooped. “Your cunny is Valhalla.”

  “Halvor,” she gasped. She couldn’t take it all. She’d been right, he was too big.

  “You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “We fit perfectly.” Sweeping his mouth onto hers, he curled his hips forward and thrust in to full depth.

  A stitch of pain sliced through her cunny. She gasped and closed her eyes.

  Almost immediately he pulled mostly out, then shoved balls deep again.

  Duna gripped his tunic and struggled to catch her breath. She was so full of him. He’d taken control of her body, buried so deep into her. But he did fit. She had taken him.

  “Take pleasure,” he gasped. “From my body.”

  “I… I don’t know how.” The pain was easing. A sense of elation went through her that she could accommodate her husband’s cock.

  He rested more heavily on her, and his body rubbed over the nub in her cunny he’d stroked with his tongue the night before; the nub that had resulted in a mind-blowing experience that resembled thunder and lightning shooting through her body.

  “Ah, yes, Halvor.”

  “That’s it,” he said. “Take it there, find pleasure… but don’t be too long about it, woman.”

  He picked up the pace. Not kissing her now, but staring down at her with a look of concentration.

  What he was doing with his hips, rolling over her nub was incredible. And along with the intense filling in her cunny, his cock thick and hard, she was soon able to feel the buildup of pressure she’d enjoyed the night before.

  “Is it there?” he asked, sweat dampening his brow and his hair falling forward.

  “Yes… yes… nearly.”

  He gritted his teeth. “Odin, give me strength.”

  “Oh, Halvor, it’s so…”

  “Let it take you.”

  She clapped her hands over his cheeks and held his face to hers, then allowed the pressure to release. Bliss burst through her cunny. Her belly tightened and it was hard to breathe.

  “Ah, fuck.” His eyes widened. “Your cunny, squeezing me like… that.” He threw his head back and roared, the way he had at the lake.

  As her pleasure extended, his cock throbbed inside her.

  She knew his seed was releasing and she clung to his wide shoulders, loving how it felt to be giving the man she adored such pleasure.

  He shook, his muscles were like iron, and he pounded harder and deeper.

  And then he stilled. He lowered his head from the sky and stared down at her. “My love,” he said. “That was better than I’d ever dared hope it could be.”

  “I feel the same.”

  “I did not hurt you?”

  “No…” It had a little, to start with, but she didn’t want to worry him. “It was good, more than good.”

  “And you found female pleasure, the way you did last night on my tongue.”

  “Yes. I didn’t know that happened for a woman during coupling.”

  “I wouldn’t have known if it hadn’t been for a wench down at the port teaching me about it.”

  “Do not talk of other women, for we are married now.”

  “It was a long time ago.” He kissed her. “And I promise to only sink my cock into your cunny, for as long as we both live.”

  “That’s a good promise.”

  He withdrew then flopped onto his back and rested his forearm over his eyes. He blew out a breath. “And it must be reciprocated; I am the only man who will ever touch you, from this point forward.”

  “You are the only man who ever has or ever will.” She propped onto her elbow and slid her hand into the gap in his tunic, between two buttons and stroked over his nipple.

  He turned to her. “What are you doing?”

  “You like touching me, I want to touch you, husband.”

  “My body doesn’t hold the same interest as yours.”

  “It does to me.”

  “It does?”

  She could feel heat rising on her cheeks. “Of course.

You are a handsome warrior, full of strength and power. I want to admire that about you.”

  “In that case.” He sat, fisted his tunic between his shoulder blades and drew it over his head. “Here I am.” He tossed the clothing aside and lay back down.

  She smiled and drank in the sight of his naked torso. Broad and sun-kissed, his pectoral muscles were square and his abdominals bricked. His cock was semi-hard, resting on his straw-colored pubic hair, and his breeches shoved down to his thighs.

  Slowly she traced his nipples, enjoying the way they tightened beneath her touch.

  “Duna?”

  “Shh.” She tipped forward and laved the right one with her tongue.

  He released a low, rumbling groan and she had to suppress a smile. He was enjoying her treatment of him.

  She moved over his body, tugging his left nipple into her mouth and biting it gently.

  “Fuck, no woman has ever done that,” he muttered. “You are a surprise a minute, wife.”

  “I hope I can keep that up.” She smiled, then resumed kissing over his chest and bestowing attention on his nipples. As she did so, she slid her touch to his waist, over his stomach, and to his navel. She was learning his shape and the heat of his skin. She was surprised when he trembled slightly beneath her touch, especially when she caressed the hair between his belly button and groin.

  “Duna,” he murmured. “If you carry on I may have to bury inside your cunny again before we make for home.”

  “I would not object to that.”

  “Good.” He reached for her dress. “Take this off. If you are seeing me, I wish to see you.”

  She allowed him to tug it over her head, and then kicked away her undergarments completely.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze roaming her body. “And with Odin gracing us with a sunny day for our wedding, you are even more so in this dappled light.”

  She sat back on her heels and cupped her breasts. “I am glad to please you with my looks.”

  “You do, and you will always.”

  “Even when my hair is silver and my face creased with wrinkles?”

  “I will think you even more beautiful then, because we will have spent our lives together.” He slid his hand to his cock.

  Duna followed his movements and was pleased to see he was growing hard again. Her cunny fluttered, she was still damp with his seed, but wanted him inside her once more.

  “Sit on me, here,” he said, angling his cock straight up.

  “Sit on you… on it?”

  “Aye.” He smiled and with his free hand urged her astride his thighs. “That way you can fuck me.”

  “I can fuck you?”

  “Well, sort of.” He smiled, lines creasing from the edges of his eyes to his temples. “As much as I’ll let you.”

  “I’ll take what I can.” She rose up and allowed her cunny lips to brush over the tip of his cock.

  “Aye, like that, you’re a natural at this, my beautiful Celt.”

  “I have a good teacher.”

  He released his cock and gripped her thighs. “Now lower yourself, take me deep.”

  “I’ll try.” As she’d spoken she’d sat a little, allowing his cock tip to stretch her entrance.

  He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

  “Am I paining you?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “My instinct is to go fast, pull you down, but I want you to enjoy every tiny portion of my cock filling you.”

  “I am.” She tipped forward, her hair swinging and placed her hands on his chest. She took him in some more. “Oh… and that…”

  “Feels like Valhalla.”

  “Something like that.” He was easing in with more grace this time. The glide was smooth and delicious. No pain, just exquisite stretching sensations as his dense cock lodged high.

  “More,” he gasped. “Please, all the way. I need you.”

  “And I need you.” She held her breath and sat fully on his cock. It was hard to think of anything other than him being inside her, but she took a moment to enjoy his expression of bliss. Her husband was a handsome man, but in this moment, ecstasy gripping him, he was surely the most beautiful man ever to have walked the Earth.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah, move, Celt, now.” He’d accompanied his words with a thrust of his hips and clamped his fingers on her thighs. “As if you’re on a horse, going faster and faster.”

  Duna rotated her hips, gasping as her nub caught on his body. Quickly she discovered which movement created the building of pressure and caused Halvor to groan in a long, guttural way.

  “Take your pleasure,” he demanded after several minutes. “When you can.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “And don’t stop, damn it.” He opened his eyes and stared at her. “If you stop I will spank you until your ass is redder than the roses on the pathway.”

  “I won’t stop.” Nothing would make her cease the action of her hips. The pleasure had grown inside her. All she had to do now was release it. “Oh… oh… Halvor, it’s here.”

  “Take it!”

  She tumbled into a wondrous ecstasy that she had total control over. For about three seconds. Then Halvor sat, wrapped her in his arms and thrust his hips upward at the same time as he pulled her down onto him.

  He released a roar that tangled with her cries of release.

  She shook as sparks of white-hot delight shot over her skin. Her cunny spasmed around Halvor’s cock. His seed poured into her yet again and he yelled out each time more shot from him.

  Eventually he stilled though he kept her in his vise-like grip.

  “My wife,” he said, kissing her hot cheek. “I knew you were wild from the first moment I saw you.”

  “Wild?”

  “Wild and wonderful, almost untamable.”

  “Almost?” She found his lips and pressed hers to them.

  “Aye, almost, because no matter how domesticated I make you, I get the feeling you’re always going to become a wildcat when you’re naked in my arms.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Two months later

  Halvor swung his hammer onto the post. He’d been working hard for a few hours on the vulnerable corner of the barn. It had taken him a while to decide what to do, for the earth there was a little sandy. But eventually Duna had come up with the idea of driving in stakes that were nearly as long as he was tall, to create bars deep in the earth. That way, should the wolves come in the winter, as they had in Duna’s dream, they wouldn’t be able to get past them. It would be like having a cage deep in the ground to protect his livestock.

  Which he needed to do because hungry wolves in the barn would be a disaster. The animals they didn’t kill and eat would die of fright. Sheep were like that; their hearts stopped if they were scared.

  When he was happy the last post was in deep, he slung his hammer to the side and began dragging big boulders over the spot to further deter any digging.

  “Hey, Craw! Stop that!” He straightened and whistled. The new herding dog had a habit of rolling in the dirtiest patch in the yard he could find. Which meant Halvor was always having to fill pails from the spring and wash him down, otherwise Duna complained about the smell.

  The black and tan dog stood and shook, covering Raven, who was standing next to him, in dust. Raven stepped away with a look of resigned weariness in his doggy eyes. The young dog, not much more than a pup, clearly was more of a hindrance than a help to Raven. But Halvor knew, come winter, and as Raven aged, they’d need Craw’s help. Plus, if wolves came, Raven would have another warrior to fight at his side.

  “I’m back,” Duna called, strolling toward the longhouse holding a small basket. “I will make us food.”

  “Ah, good, I’m hungry.”

  She smiled. “I found mushrooms.”

  He nodded. Mushroom season had started. Soon the temperature would fall away at night and leave a coat of what looked like tiny stars on the ground come morning. He was pleased Duna had worked as hard as he had over the summer; it meant their stocks for the winter months were high. They’d eat well during the snow season.

  He was bare-chested and leaned over his pail. Scooping up water in the cup of his hands, he splashed it over his face, hair, and then his chest, ridding the sweat from his body. “Keep watch,” he said in his native tongue to Raven.

  Raven turned to the meadow then sat, with his back rod straight and his ears pricked forward.

  “And you,” Halvor said to Craw, pointing at the spot next to Raven. “You have to learn how to tell if a sheep gets into trouble.”

  Craw turned in a complete circle then sat beside Raven. It was clearly too close for Raven, though, because he stood and moved a pace away then resumed his position.

  Halvor smiled and shook his head. His stomach growled and he headed into the longhouse.

  Duna was standing by the fire; she’d pulled her hair high onto her head, with a length of ribbon Nadir had given her, and it swung like a horse’s tail as she moved. He liked it.

  “I have fixed the barn. Your dream was a good warning to its weakness.”

  “I’m glad.” She smiled and plucked a handful of mushrooms from her basket. After dropping them into a pan, she added a sprig of herbs.

  “I need ale,” Halvor said, licking his lips. It had been a hot morning’s work.

  As he stepped past the fire, smoothing his palm over Duna’s ass, which was irresistible, he glanced into the pan.

  He paused.

  Looked closer.

  “What are these?” he asked.

  “Mushrooms. They are the same as the ones on the Shet Isles.”

  He poked one. “No, these are not edible.”

  “They are, Master.”

  “No.” Damn it, not only were they inedible, they were deadly poisonous. “These are death angels, at least that’s what my mother called them. They will kill a grown man.”

  “But—”

  “No but, Duna. You should not have picked these, even less put them in a pot to cook as food.” He tipped the pan, scattering the toadstools into the flames.

  Duna clasped her hands together. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You could have killed us both.” He frowned at her. He blamed himself too, though. She wasn’t a native of this land, how would she have known?

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