The Viking's Captive

by Lily Harlem

  “They look so like the ones we eat back home, that are safe.” There was a shake in her voice.

  “You will never collect mushrooms again and cook them without showing me first, do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Master.” She blinked rapidly a few times and looked at the floor.

  He rammed his hands onto his hips. His heart rate had picked up at the very thought of Duna being poisoned, of dying. If he lost her he didn’t know how he’d carry on. She was his everything, the woman the gods had chosen for him.

  “I have disappointed you,” she said.

  “I believed your knowledge to be more than it was.”

  “I should have checked first. It was foolish of me.” She stepped up to the table and reached for the breadboard. She slid it to the edge, then gathered her skirt up exposing her undergarments.

  Halvor’s cock twitched.

  “Master, you should ensure I don’t make that mistake again.”

  “And how should I do that, woman?”

  “Mark my bottom, Master.” As she’d spoken she’d pushed at her clothing, exposing her peachy bare ass cheeks. She tipped forward over the table, so her buttocks were lifted and presented perfectly to him. The breadboard he’d used to spank her on previous occasions was ready for using.

  There was a familiar rush of blood to his groin. His wife’s ass, when red, was one of his favorite things to see, touch… kiss.

  But he didn’t want the board, not this time.

  “It’s a very serious error, Duna.” He reached for the buckle on his belt.

  She was facing him, and her eyes widened as he slid it free, folded it in half, and gripped it over the buckle. “I understand, Master.” There was a slight shake in her voice.

  “A serious error, one that nearly cost us our lives, requires twelve lashes with the belt, do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “You may cry out, for this will hurt, as it is intended to.”

  She closed her eyes and clenched her ass.

  “No, little one, that will make it worse, you know that.” He stroked her bare bottom. Her skin was smooth and warm. He adored the round, pert shape of her buttocks.

  She relaxed under his touch.

  “Now place your hands in the small of your back,” he said.

  As her wrists crossed he took hold of them with his left hand, in the right he held his belt. He’d need to keep her in place for this lashing; it would be tough to take.

  “Please, Master, I am sorry.”

  “You would be more sorry had we eaten poison.”

  “I know. Yes. I would be. I would hate myself.”

  “You will never forget this lesson.”

  “I won’t.”

  He was keen to get started, so she’d always remember the near miss, and never forget to show him mushrooms in the future. But equally he knew the perfect white skin of her ass was about to be stained red.

  “I’m ready,” she said, her fingers digging into her palms.

  “Try and be brave,” he said, then pulled back his arm and swung the belt over her right cheek.

  She cried out and lurched forward but he had her held tight.

  Quickly he brought down the next lash, over her opposite cheek.

  Again she squealed and he had to hold her firm to stop her from scooting off the table.

  “It’s not drawing blood,” he said. “I would never do that to you.”

  “Oh, but it hurts so much.”

  “That’s what it’s supposed to do.” He flicked the belt down again, twice, over the first stripes that were already appearing.

  “Oh, oh…” she wailed.

  “Never again will you attempt to cook us poison.” He held her tighter and thrashed her again, several times. He didn’t put all of his strength into it; that would be too much for his delicate wife to take. He gave her as much as he knew she could handle.

  She wailed and sobbed, writhed within his hold, bucking against the table.

  The next two strikes had her dancing on her toes and flicking her hips from side to side as if to escape.

  He paused before the last four slaps of the belt to allow her to catch her breath. Her ass was red and glowing, she was trembling, and her bottom shook delicately as he admired it. His cock was rock hard and surging against his breeches. He was well used to that now when he delivered a spanking.

  “We’re nearly finished,” he said, eager to set down the belt and feel the heat radiating from her ass. “Four more strikes.”

  “Yes… Master.”

  He gripped her wrists tighter, held the belt firmer, then raised his arm and brought down the strip of leather. He sliced it over first her right then left buttock. Without a break he repeated the action.

  Her wail was long and guttural and echoed around the longhouse. He knew she’d never pick the wrong mushrooms again, or attempt to cook them. This was a lesson she’d well and truly learned.

  Releasing her wrists momentarily, he quickly used the belt to bind them together, so her hands were trapped in the small of her back. “Stay there, stay still. I have not finished with you.”

  “Yes… Master.” She was crying, which she often did during a spanking. Soon he’d comfort her.

  Standing behind her, he rested his hands over her buttocks. She gasped and went onto her toes, shifting on the table.

  “The belt marks you in a very pleasing way,” he said, tracing over the swollen welts. “Though I dare say sitting down today will not be comfortable.”

  “As it shouldn’t be after my mistake.”

  “True.” He reached into his breeches, loose without his belt, and tugged his cock free. Wrapping his fist around his shaft, he began to masturbate. “Do not move.”

  “I won’t, Master.”

  For the love of Odin, his wife’s ass was beautiful. Red and quivering, her cunny lips just visible and sparkling with her moisture.

  He worked himself faster and his balls contracted.

  “Master,” she gasped.

  “Duna.” It was nearly there, his release. He gripped her left cheek with his free hand and squeezed, digging his fingers into her stained flesh.

  She shunted up the table and groaned. It was the kind of groan she made when he was buried deep in her cunny and seeking to bring them both pleasure.

  He held his breath as his first shot of release coated her right buttock. Letting go of her other cheek, he directed the next pearly rope of pleasure to land on that side. He let out a bellow as wild sensations gripped his body and circulated in his blood.

  The final spurt from his cock tip landed on the groove between her ass cheeks.

  Halvor was gasping for breath as he slowed the movements on his cock and looked at the sight before him.

  Duna’s shivering scarlet ass, coated in his seed was an image that would stay with him for a long time, or at least until he created it again.

  He reached for a chair and sat, so his face was level with her ass.

  “Master.” She made as if to straighten.

  “No.” He applied a swift spank to her upper thigh.

  “Ouch!” She bucked and the table legs scraped on the floor.

  “I didn’t tell you to move.”

  “Sorry, Master.” She rested back down.

  “My seed should be inside you,” he said, running his fingers over her ass cheeks and gathering the warm liquid.

  She didn’t reply, but when he edged down to her entrance and filled her with two wet fingers, she moaned and tugged at her bound wrists.

  “Widen your legs,” he said.

  She did as instructed and he slid deeper.

  Her hips curled under, the way they had just before he’d found release, and she groaned.

  Sly little Celt.

  She was grinding her nub on the table, bringing herself pleasure.

  Smiling, he withdrew, gathered more of his release and pushed back in; he went knuckle deep this time.

  Again she groaned and rolled her hips

on the wooden surface.

  “You’re enjoying this?”

  “Is it part of my punishment?”

  “No, Duna, the punishment is over.” He paused and inhaled her sweet aroma, it was getting stronger as he fingered her deeper and with firmer strokes. “And now I would like you to find pleasure, like this, with my hand.”

  “Master. I don’t know if I can.”

  “I know you can, you’re working your special place on the table.”

  “But.”

  “You think I can’t see?”

  “I… I can’t help it.”

  “Don’t try to. Let it take you, the pleasure. I want to watch from here.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunny.

  “Oh…” She ground her hips harder and moaned.

  Halvor smiled and set to his task with a steady determination.

  An ass tanned with the belt, then pleasure at his hand, should ensure Duna’s memory about mushrooms would be to his pleasing.

  “Halvor. Oh…”

  “Aye, let it take you.” Delicious wet noises were coming from her cunny as he worked her. He gripped her ass with his free hand, which was bobbing before him as she built the pressure in her nub.

  “Oh, oh… it’s here.” She wailed and bucked.

  He added another finger, stretching her, and thrusting the way he would with his cock.

  She cried out, fighting the belt around her wrists as she arched then bowed her back.

  With his free hand he brought a swift slap down on her sore ass.

  She stilled with her head raised and her limbs seeming to turn to stone, then after a few glorious seconds, she curled forward and there was a gush of wetness from her cunny onto his fingers and into his palm.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Stay with it.”

  Her internal muscles were pulsing around his fingers, clenching and releasing. He adored the sensation and continued to work her as her pleasure extended. Once again she was grinding on the table, then pushing back onto him for more.

  He kissed her ass cheeks, stood, leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck. He kept his fingers inside her.

  “That’s… so much…” she gasped.

  “You have taken punishment and pleasure well,” he said. “You’ve pleased me.”

  “Thank you, Master.” She blew out a breath.

  He pulled from her and undid the belt from her wrists. He then gathered her into arms and sat back down. Her body was limp and hot, and he positioned her on his lap with her ass between his thighs so it wasn’t touching anything. He’d meant what he’d said about it being painful to sit on today.

  Her eyes were shut and he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and enjoying the feel of her small body pressed against his bare chest.

  “It’s over now,” he said, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder and pulling her hair from the ribbon. “I’ve got you, and I will always be with you, my love.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Duna stayed cuddled up against her husband for some time. She may have dozed a little, she wasn’t sure, but her thoughts drifted and her heart rate settled.

  He whispered soothing words to her, stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks.

  Her ass was hot and tingling, and a deep sense of satisfaction made her cunny warm and soft.

  Within Halvor’s arms she felt so safe and protected. Her warrior Viking would always take care of her, and see that she knew how to survive too, in this strange land.

  She decided not to think about the ‘what-if’s’ and the poisonous mushrooms. It was too frightening. Instead she vowed never to collect mushrooms from that spot again, and to always show Halvor anything she did forage before even taking it into the longhouse.

  “You did so well,” he whispered, “taking the belt for all those strikes.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “But I’m sorry I had to do it, wife.”

  “I understand why you did, and I wanted you to, after I’d realized how dangerous my actions had been.”

  “I’m glad you understand.” He tipped her chin with the crook of his finger. “I hope it won’t happen again. I do not wish to have poison in my meal.”

  “I promise it won’t, ever. If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do.” Her eyes filled with tears; as was often the case after a spanking, she was emotional and she didn’t try to hide it these days.

  “Shh, shh, nothing is going to happen to me. We’re safe here and we have everything we need.”

  “It’s you I need the most.”

  He smiled and kissed her gently. “And it is you I need the most.” He wiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “No more crying. It’s a beautiful day outside, perhaps we should take bread and cheese and go to the lake.”

  “For a swim?” She hoped he’d say yes. They’d swum several times in the lake together, naked, and although it was cold it had improved over the warm months. The coolness would also be pleasant on her hot ass.

  “It may be the last swim of the summer, the winter will be upon us in another moon, and we still have harvesting to do.”

  “I understand.” She smiled suddenly. “Let’s go. I will prepare the food.”

  “Good.” He stood, helping her onto her feet as he went.

  Carefully she pulled up her undergarments.

  He watched her. “You’ll be able to swim?”

  “Yes, of course.” She adjusted her dress so it hung neatly and suppressed the need to wince as it pressed against her buttocks. “It will only take a moment to prepare the food.”

  “I have something to attend to first. Do not go alone to the lake.”

  “Of course not, Master.”

  Twenty minutes later Duna was sitting on the sandy bank of the lake enjoying the bread she’d made the day before. She had butter and cheese and a few crab apples to complete their outdoor meal.

  Halvor ate as though he’d never eaten before, taking his fill quickly and efficiently. It never failed to amaze her how much he could eat; her job as his wife, to provide his meals, was not one for the faint of heart.

  The distant bleating of their sheep echoed around the hills, the lake shimmered under a cloudless sky, and butterflies and bees went about their chores.

  “I’ve had luck with my rabbit snares,” Halvor said, wiping crumbs from his hands, then taking a slug of ale.

  “That’s good.”

  “But nothing for the one I’d set for boar. I was hoping to catch another one before winter.”

  “There are no prints.” Duna gestured to the sand.

  “No, there haven’t been for a while. Perhaps they’ve moved on from this area.”

  “I’m sure they’ll be back.”

  “Yes, and I’ll catch us one.” He raised his head to the sun. “Soon it will be time for us to wear fur every day, and the new leather tunics you’ve made us.”

  “The fur boots too,” she said, finishing her meal.

  “Aye, and those, but for now, it’s good to feel the sun on my skin.”

  She studied his bare chest and wide shoulders. His flesh had turned golden over the summer, and his blond hair had grown in length, sitting now around the base of his neck. She never got bored of looking at the way his muscles moved beneath the surface of his skin, how they bulged, flexed, and danced as he worked.

  “Perhaps,” she said, removing her summer boots then standing, “we should feel the sun on all of our bodies, husband.”

  He opened one eye and looked up at her. “What do you have in mind, wife?”

  “This.” She peeled off her dress and discarded it by the basket she’d used to carry the meal. Next to it lay Halvor’s dagger.

  He opened his other eye and let his attention linger on her breasts.

  Her nipples tightened, a combination of the light breeze and his interest.

  She tucked her fingers into the waistband of her undergarments and pushed them down, exposing the dark hair of her cunny and her pale thighs.

  He swallowed and stood. “I believe that’s a very good idea.”

  She smiled and turned.

  “Odin, give me strength,” he said, blowing out a breath as he stared at her buttocks.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she ran her hand over her ass, tracing the raised lines there.

  “Duna,” he said, his voice low and husky.

  “If you want me, you’ll have to catch me.” She giggled then rushed for the water. In five paces she was up over her knees, and she fell forward, allowing the chill to encase her. It stroked over the welts on her bottom, and slipped between her legs to her cunny.

  He laughed. “Wench, come back.”

  “No.” She struck out, swimming away from the shore.

  He was behind her in a flash, reaching for her waist and pulling her close.

  “Hey, hey, get off me, you brute.” She pretended to be indignant and pushed and shoved at him.

  But she didn’t have a chance at escape, not least because he could stand up on the lakebed, and she could not.

  “You cannot flee your great Viking warrior husband, Duna.”

  She stilled and cupped his face. Her smile dropped. “You know full well I do not want to escape. I only want to be with you.”

  “That makes me happy.” He kissed her and hoisted her higher into his arms.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him. His cock nudged at her entrance.

  “Halvor,” she gasped.

  He grinned, small lines darting from the corners of his eyes, creasing the ink on his skin. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

  “Here, in the lake?”

  “Aye, here.” He tugged her down onto him.

  She gasped as his cock tip stretched her pussy. Hardness along with the cool water seeped into her. “Halvor.”

  “Ah, that’s it,” he said against her mouth. “Take me.”

  She had to force herself to relax to take more. They’d coupled more times than she could count, but still, his cock was big and had to be eased into her.

  “I want you to have pleasure, here in the lake.”

  “Yes, and I want you to have that.”

  He applied more pressure and tilted his hips, seating himself higher inside her. “No, I want my seed to stay inside you, not be washed away by the lake.” He lowered his forehead so it was touching hers. “I still hope for a Viking son to join our family next summer.”

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