by Lily Harlem
“It’s time, wife,” he said softly. “To take you fully, and finally claim you here.” He pushed his finger into her. It was a smooth glide, his way eased by something slippery.
“What is that?” She twisted a little to look.
“No, stay still. It is the butter, easing the way.”
“Yes, Master.” She hung her head and concentrated on the sensation he was producing. Her tight ring was opening for him.
On and on he pushed, then added another finger. It didn’t hurt; the experience was different, and interesting, and it did feel good.
“That’s it, stay nice and relaxed.” He spread his fingers, widening her further.
She screwed up her eyes and willed the tiny amount of sting to dissipate. It did.
“It will take my cock a few minutes to get hard again,” he said, withdrawing. “And you still need some preparation.”
“Yes, Master. I understand.” She swayed her hips, missing his attention.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, there’s more, much more.”
Something pressed against her asshole again. But it wasn’t his fingers this time, or his cock.
“Halvor?”
“Shh,” he murmured, pressing his palm on the small of her back. “Keep still.” Whatever was at her rear entrance pushed forward, parting her hole with firm insistence.
“But?” It was big and wide, cool too.
“It’s the switch handle. The perfect width to prepare you.”
“Oh…” Really? He was putting the leather handle up her ass?
“It’s coated in butter to help it slither in.”
“I can’t, it’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.” His tone was firm. “No bigger than two or maybe three of my fingers.”
“That’s a lot, Master.”
“Your body can do this.” He rubbed her back in small gentle circles and quieted his voice. “Try and relax.”
She blew out a breath and forced her muscles to soften.
“Well done, much better, my beauty.”
He continued to slide the slick leather into her. It was like the ginger plug but a bit wider and without the sting.
“That’s it.” He kissed first her right and then her left buttock. “That’s enough.”
“Yes, Master.” Her arms were weak so she rested down, her forehead on the blanket and her ass high in the air.
“So pretty,” he said, smoothing up and down her back and stroking her hair. “Indeed you look like a pretty mare with a tail.”
“Oh, God.” She moaned, not really wanting to imagine what she looked like with the switch sticking from her ass.
“I like it,” he said, kissing over her ear, his breath loud and hot. “Expect to be rendered in this position again.”
She didn’t answer; instead she turned and looked at him.
He stepped back and gripped his cock. “It won’t take me long.” His gaze slid over her body as he began to work himself. “And then I will take the place of the switch.”
She clenched around the handle. Sparks of desire shot to her cunny and her nub and she groaned.
“Just the thought of it excites you, doesn’t it?” He smiled at her and sped up. “Do not fear, you haven’t got long to wait.”
“Halvor, but what if I…?”
“You can and you will.” He hunched forward a little, his big shoulders shifting as he masturbated. “I’m ready, seeing you like this makes my cock ready again very quickly.”
This is it. The moment of taking Halvor into my most private place has arrived.
She swallowed a lump of nerves, then trembled as Halvor ran his hand down her spine.
“Do not fear this,” he said. “Find the pleasure. I will help you.”
“Yes, Master.”
He caressed her buttocks, tracing the lines the branches of the switch had made earlier.
Duna took long breaths and pushed up to her arms again, locking her elbows. Her body was still hot from the slaps he’d given her with the switch, her skin tingling as if she was aware of every tiny section of it.
And her cunny was wet, his seed leaking from her. Her nub was throbbing in time with her pulse.
“I’m taking this out now.” As Halvor had spoken he removed the handle, sliding it with ease from her body.
She clenched her hole tight. It felt strange without the switch, even after such a short length of time.
The switch clattered to the floor, and then with it the butter bowl.
“Keep still,” he said, when she went to look. “I need to coat my cock in butter, to ease the way. This is not like your cunny.”
“I understand.”
It took Halvor only seconds to coat his cock, then the wide domed head was at her hole.
“Oh, no. I don’t think this will work.” He felt impossibly wide.
“It will.” He slipped his right hand around her hip and settled his fingers on her pleasure nub. With the other he clasped her waist. “Now trust me or you’ll be spanked and taken in the ass… at the same time.”
“Oh, no, Master.” How would she survive that?
She gasped as he applied pressure to her hole. At the same time he rubbed over her nub.
“Bear down,” he said. “Let me give you this, sweet wife. I promise you will enjoy it as much as I.”
“Halvor.” She did as he’d asked and her tight ring widened around his cock tip as he pushed forward.
He was unrelenting and continued to drive slowly forward as he worked her nub.
She barely knew which sensation to concentrate on. It was so much, so intense.
“Good, that is it.”
She was aware of the flare of his glans popping into her. She was stretched wide, but it didn’t hurt.
He continued his slow journey, filling her, his way eased by the butter.
The dense, solid invasion was dark and erotic and she soon found she wanted more. She wanted to please him and find her pleasure this way.
“For the love of Odin,” he groaned. “You are taking me beautifully.”
“Please, bring me pleasure.”
“I intend to.” He worked her nub harder and she was aware of the pressure beginning to build. Sweat popped on her body. She pushed back for more and was rewarded with Halvor’s balls against her cunny. He’d reached full depth.
“Take it,” he said. “Take the pleasure. Mine will soon be here.”
She had no choice; his fingers were skilled. He knew how to make her cry out his name with bliss.
He withdrew his cock a little, then slipped back in.
Duna cried out, not from discomfort, but from happiness. She had her husband inside her and pleasure was about to claim her body.
“Now,” he said, repeating the action with his cock and rubbing her nub harder and faster. “Now.”
Hot shards of pleasure erupted from her nub, spreading to her cunny and rear. The joy spread over her hot, quivering bottom up her back and to her breasts, which were jostling with each of Halvor’s thrusts.
She yelled his name, dragged in breath, and curled her toes until the soles of her feet ached.
“My wife. I own you,” he yelled, then shot his seed into her. “You are mine… for all of time.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” She could hardly breathe as her ass spasmed around the root of his cock. “Always, my love.”
On and on he took her ass, until she was sure he’d be drained dry of seed.
Her cunny pulsed and trembled and she shifted away from his fingers still pressing on her nub. It was always so sensitive after she’d claimed pleasure.
“Duna,” he gasped, leaning over her, his cock still buried deep. “I cannot tell you… how amazing that was.” He kissed the base of her neck. “Tell me it was good for you too.”
“Yes, husband. It was.”
“I only ever want to please you.”
“You do, always.”
He kissed her again, then trailed his lips down her back and pulled fr
om her hole.
She tightened all the muscles in her pelvis. The flesh was tender, hot, and sensitive. It was a sensation she enjoyed. But the rest of her was exhausted and her skin rapidly cooling.
“Here,” he said, reaching for the blanket and resting it over her shoulders. “I do not wish for you to catch a chill.”
“So hold me.” She clutched it around herself and turned.
“I will… in one moment.” He reached for the switch and the spilled butter.
Duna flopped back on the bed with her head on a pillow so she could watch him.
Still naked, he walked to a pail of water. He used it to wash the butter bowl, then splash water over his groin, then he set the handle end of the switch in it.
“Come to me,” she said, wanting his arms around her. Emotions were spinning in her mind. She needed his strength to help her keep her thoughts together as she calmed from the high of their coupling.
“Be patient.” He reached for his tunic and pulled out a cream envelope.
Duna’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen anything like it since she’d arrived in Norseland. “What’s that?”
“It is for you.”
“For me? Who from? You?”
He came to the bed, sat, and held it out to her. “No, it comes from Nadir, before that the reverend. It is my understanding this thing, whatever it is, has been on a long journey to reach you.”
She sat forward and read the front.
Duna Terin of Shet Isles.
Assumed residence Halvor Stein of Gorstein,
Norseland.
“I… I recognize the hand.” Her words came out shakily. Could it be true?
“The hand?” Halvor appeared confused.
“Yes, the writing.” She studied her husband’s blue eyes. “It’s that of my father.”
“Your father? He made this?”
She nodded and turned the envelope over. Quickly she opened it and pulled out a single sheet of paper. It was full of her father’s neat sloped handwriting.
“What does this mean?” Halvor asked, jabbing at it. “These scribbles.”
“It’s not scribbles, it’s words, communication.”
“They mean something to you?”
“Yes, of course.”
He raised his eyebrows as if not quite believing her.
“You cannot read?”
“Why would I want to?”
“For this, to send letters, information. I was taught at Sunday school, everyone on the island learns.”
He smiled. “It is not the Viking way. Odin, Thor, and the runestones show us our path and tell what we need to know.”
Duna wanted to argue, but now was not the time.
“So what does he communicate?” Halvor asked.
“He says.” Duna took a deep breath then began to read. “My darling daughter, Duna. It is with much hope that I put pen to paper and write this and that you will one day read it. And if you do I hope it finds you as well and happy as Esca has had me believe. He returned from his journey some time ago, with a missionary, who now says he is traveling south then onto Norseland. From the kindness of his heart he promised to try and get this letter to you. I want you to know how much I love and miss you. I grieved for you when you were taken the way I grieved for your mother. My broken heart was soothed by marrying again, Esca reports he told you of this fact so it should not come as a shock. This marriage has made me happy, but knowing you are alive and well has brought me more joy than you can imagine.” Duna paused, bit on her bottom lip, and sent a silent prayer of thanks to God. To read that her father was happy gave her a wonderful sense of relief.
“Is there more?” Halvor asked.
“Yes.” Duna continued. “In regards to your marriage to the savage Norse brute who took you, I am of course surprised and can only presume you were forced into it. Esca has assured me this isn’t the case but I cannot understand it any other way, I’m sure that is something only you could make me believe. But if that is the case I hope he treats you well and with kindness and provides everything you need in the way a husband should. Perhaps one day you will return to the Shet Isles, and I pray that it is within my lifetime. However if that is not the case, dearest Duna, know that you are a light in my life, a part of my soul and I will be waiting in God’s heaven for you. Your loving father, Ronan Terin of Shet Isles.”
Tears misted Duna’s eyes and she quickly folded the letter and returned it to the envelope.
“Oh, my love, please don’t cry.” Halvor frowned and reached for the letter with both hands. He held it up and twisted it. “Here, I will destroy it.”
“No, no, it’s precious to me.” She snatched it back.
“It’s made you sad. I do not like that.”
“Sad in a happy way.” She tucked the letter beneath her pillow then wrapped her arms around herself. A single tear escaped and trickled down her cheek.
“Duna.” He caught her face in his hands. “Do not weep on our special night.”
“Hold me, please.”
He didn’t reply, just scooped her close and lay down with her in his tight embrace.
She settled her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his familiar scent. For several minutes they were silent. Halvor rubbed the small of her back gently and kissed the top of her head several times.
“Your father does not care for me,” he said.
“Can you blame him? I was all the family he had and you stole me away.”
“I wanted you.”
“I know that.”
“Do you wish I hadn’t taken you?”
She was quiet for a moment, then, “At first I did. I wanted to be at home, with my father and the people I knew. I didn’t want to be a thrall, and to be spanked for making mistakes. But then I became fond of you. I liked our home, the animals and the fields and hills. And then…” She reached up and touched his cheek. “And then I fell in love with you, and the way you make me feel.”
“Which is?”
“Alive, happy, a woman who is desired, protected, and kept in line.”
“On the boat, here, all that time ago, I longed for you to respect me as a master. Do I have that?”
“You know you do, and more.”
“I respect and admire you, Duna,” he said, catching her hand and kissing the tips of her fingers. “The way you fought for your freedom at the beginning. How you take your punishments without complaint and complete your tasks even when tired or heavy with child is commendable.” He smiled. “And I love you for the way you hand your body over to me, take my seed, and have given me a son. Without you, sweet Celt, my life would not be worth living. You are my sun, moon, and stars. You are the waves that support my world, the crops that nourish me, and you are in every beat of my heart.”
“Halvor.” A wonderful warm feeling spread through her chest. “For a Viking savage that was very… romantic.”
“Romantic.” He laughed. “I am not.”
She smiled.
“I am a demanding master, with a beautiful wife. A wife with a hot tight cunny my cock desires every minute of every day. I will never get enough of being with you.”
Suddenly she was on her back and he was over her, kissing her. She parted her legs as he shifted the blanket and his hard cock prodded her entrance.
Happiness filled Duna the way Halvor’s cock did. The worst night of her life had turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to her. Being stolen away by a big bad Viking who demanded obedience had made her rich in so many things. And as he pushed into her, taking ownership once again of her body and her pleasure, she was reminded of the dream she’d had several times over the last year—her and Halvor, eight children, four boys and four girls, all down at the lake, content, healthy, and happy to be together.
It was true, Vikings really were great warriors, and they were also men who wanted victory in every aspect of their lives, from running their crofts, raising their offspring, and pleasuring their women in bed.
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