Taken by the Vikings: Books 1-3 Bundle (Historical Group Erotica) (Taken by the Vikings (TbtV))

by Circe Ridley

  The blonde one, Sven, nodded and rubbed his beard thoughtfully, apparently judging whether he liked her enough. She was plump and healthy, obviously young and strong enough to be a good wife.

  “Are you married, maiden?” Sven demanded, his deep voice rumbling over the room. She wouldn’t answer him, her whole body ready to pounce on him and claw at his face, willing to fight like an animal to get away from him.

  “I asked if you’re married, girl. Don’t play coy with me,” the blonde man hissed, the redheaded man leaning against the doorframe with obvious amusement to watch the exchange. Finally, she found her voice again and the words almost felt like they were spat at him.

  “Yes, I am married,” she said defiantly, her back against the solid wall and her legs pulled up to her chest.

  She could see a hint of remorse flash over Sven’s features for the slightest moment, before he shrugged and started taking off his belt, a heavy knife and a pouch hanging off of it. He looked over his shoulder at the other man and gave a mock sigh as he threw the belt down on the ground.

  “Guess I won’t find a wife this time then, Leif. She would have done so well, though,” he said, taking a step towards the bed and ripping the scarf from Ingrid and tossing it to the side. “Come on now, if we can’t take you with us we will just have to fuck you so you’d know what true Norsemen cock feels like. Maybe you can then teach the daughters of this village to wait for their true husbands to arrive before giving themselves to Swedes,” he growled, tossing the knitted shawl aside.

  Ingrid’s stomach clenched with a mixture of fear and excitement, his words striking her to the core. Rarely would the Vikings ravish the women of Ostenay as they found enough girls to suit their needs and there was no time when they had to fight the men hell-bent on protecting their women. But this time was different. They had all the time they needed to sample the fine buxom lasses of Ostenay, whether they were betrothed or not, and it seemed Sven and Leif were planning on doing just that. She yelped as two strong hands pulled her down on the bed, but her pussy quickly became wet with her juices. These men were nothing like her husband and in her heart, a surprising thought arose – maybe they could give her the child she so yearned for?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Sven ripped her skirt in half with one swift tug, the dense fabric breaking easily under his powerful hands. Ingrid tried to kick him anywhere she could, in his face, neck and chest, but he barely seemed to notice it as he pushed aside the folds of her skirt to get to her undergarments. Truth be told, she was barely batting at him anyway, trying to keep up a façade of dignified horror while she stewed in her excitement. She savored his touch, the rough hands pawing at her delicate pale skin as he groped her thighs and pulled off her underwear. Ingrid screamed loudly, punching and slapping at him and trying to writhe out of his grasp but to no avail, he held her down with an iron grip. Her sex couldn’t be more ready for him, wanting to know how big he was, how mighty his cock.

  Leif came to stand to the side of the bed and as if she had barely any strength at all, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down with one hand. His grip was warm and strong around her wrists, her fingertips caressing his gruff skin. The two Vikings were both broad-chested and tall, true mountains of muscle and strength. If it had been any other time she would have quietly admired the big handsome men, the epitome of what a Northern man was supposed to be, but she hadn’t imagined it quite this way, as Sven’s curious fingers plunged roughly into her wetness.

  “I don’t think I should be doing this,” she gasped, bucking away from Sven, who held her down by one hip as he shoved his fingers deep in her, his thick digits stretching her open. He laughed and just pressed his fingers in deeper, fucking her with them without mercy.

  “That’s not what your twat is saying, girl,” he growled, pulling his fingers out for a moment and holding them up for her to see. They were coated with her juices and the woman just whimpered at that, as he pushed them back in. There was no denying it. She wanted them just as badly as they wanted her and no force could keep her legs closed from them. Her disappointing husband had brought her enough heartache, at least she could enjoy herself for once.

  Her eyes met the deep green eyes of Leif, who looked at her with iron calm, not as taken away with lust as Sven was, but giving her no yield. He shushed her, dragging a finger over her pink lips and then wiping away a tear that was rolling down her cheek, making a streak on the grime that was coating it in a light layer.

  “Don’t worry, girl, we will make you enjoy it more than you ever did with your Swede husband,” Leif said, his voice soft but low, resonating through her. He held her firmly but not cruelly, staying mindful of her even when Sven didn’t. She could feel something in her heart twitch, an unfathomable thought running through her head. For the smallest of moments she wished she had been given to this rock of a man, Leif’s strength and compassion even when his desire was unyielding sparking an unknown desire in her.

  Ingrid glanced down and saw Sven pushing down his pants to reveal his hard cock, ready to fill the hole that his fingers had claimed already. As Sven was about to enter her, Leif’s other hand tore her bodice off of her, her large milky tits bouncing freely. She groaned and tried to pull her hands free from Leif’s unbending grip as Sven pushed her legs apart to reveal her slit for his hungry eyes. Ingrid could see Sven grin as he raised her by her hips a little and then slowly entered her, making her pussy take his cock in almost to the hilr. It was a surprise that it didn’t hurt as much as she expected it to, the Northman’s dick not much more impressive than her husband’s.

  She started moaning as Sven drove his hips into her, thrust by thrust driving deeper into her wetness. Her body was tense and her muscles flexed, her entire being taken by the the demanding man despite the fact that she could barely do anything. Leif’s hand slid down her neck, trailing along her soft skin until he reached her collarbone. He touched her with gentle hands even though there were callouses on his skin from working hard every day. She looked up at him, his strong features chiseled and powerful. Ingrid found herself concentrating on the tiniest details of his face, his soulful eyes and muscled neck, trying to block out the man driving into her.

  Sven’s grunting resounded over the room and Ingrid could feel his sweat roll over her thighs as he went deeper and deeper into her. Leif’s hand caressed her breasts and he twirled his finger on one of her wide nipples, making it perk up. Leif gently squeezed her breast, feeling the soft white flesh with a kind of ownership that she hadn’t sensed before. Her breath caught in her chest as he slowly toyed with her breasts, his gaze intent and thoughtful, ignoring his partner, who was taking the hapless girl so roughly.

  Sven paused for a moment, looking at the woman whose mouth was slightly open as she stared up in a daze at Leif. He smirked slightly, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

  “I think it is time for you to have her as well, Leif,” Sven said, making Ingrid stir slightly. She rubbed her wrists as Leif let them go, but was suddenly flipped over on her stomach, the remnants of her clothes brushed to the side and the curvy woman now completely naked in front of the two Vikings. Sven stood at the footboard with his cock erect in his hand, rubbing it slowly as Leif got on the bed on his knees and raised Ingrid up to be on her hands and knees.

  Ingrid shuddered in anticipation under Sven’s steely gaze, while hearing Leif take off his belt wordlessly. The room was cold and her skin was marked with goose bumps and the scent of wood was now mixing with the telltale smell of sex and sweat, assaulting her nostrils. The bed wasn’t very soft and it felt like she was as if on the ground on her hands and knees like an animal, instead of a gorgeous village girl on her own luxurious bed.

  Sven cupped her chin for a passing moment, tilting her head up to look at him. She was resisting less now, just as they always did. Even the most stubborn ones finally learned to submit and enjoy what was given to them, though Ingrid clearly was not one of the more difficult ones.

  “S
ee, we’ll make you beg for it yet, girl,” Sven murmured and then grabbed her by her braids, forcing her mouth on his erect dick. Her brow furrowed and she tried to keep her mouth shut, but he pulled her by her hair harshly until she couldn’t help but open her mouth, which he quickly took advantage of. She could taste her juices on him as he made her take him in, her tongue and mouth on his throbbing member. Her whole body shivered and she tried to back away from him, only to be met by Leif’s strong hands.

  Ingrid let out a long scream as Leif finally spread her legs a bit and entered her, splitting her open on a cock so massive that she didn’t believe it could ever fit in her. Sven laughed out, the hearty sound bellowing over the house as he just thrust deeper into her mouth, forcing into her throat. Ingrid was bucking and writhing, trying to fight her way free, but those powerful hands kept her in place no matter how much she struggled and the huge rod forced into her wet pussy without yielding to her pleas. Leif worked his way into her slowly, meticulously exploring every inch of her wetness as it stretched to take him. Ingrid thought she was going to rip and bleed, but to her astonishment she adapted to his size and soon he could start driving into her, going deeper and deeper.

  Something in the pit of Ingrid’s stomach started to burn, coiling together and sending heat throughout her body so she no longer cared about how cold it was. Leif’s hard cock rubbed and plunged into something in her pussy that had never been touched before in the way he had touched it, driving her passion and threatening to consume her. She found herself wanting him to go faster, pound into her deeper and fill her even more. Ingrid was taken bit by bit, dragged into the fantasy and the ecstasy as she started licking and sucking on Sven’s cock, suddenly hungry and in need of more in her. She willingly took Sven into her throat and lapped over his shaft with her delicate tongue, making small circular motions as she bobbed up and down on it.

  Sven shook in laughter as the woman transformed from combative to driven by lust, taking the Norsemen’s cocks like a needy slut without any struggling.

  “That’s it,” he muttered and shoved her deeper, holding her tightly by her hair. She was moaning and yelping as the two dicks took her, Leif’s powerful rod grinding into her and making her gape while Sven made her lick his pulsating member. Ingrid lost all concept of time and she thought she would faint when she felt Leif grab one of her large breasts and squeeze it hard, his breath heavy and hot on her back. She was bucking back into him now, desperate to have more of him even though she couldn’t stop crying. It was more painful than she could have imagined, yet she didn’t want him to ever stop. Leif had made her love being fucked in a way her husband had never done.

  Leif smacked her tits and pinched her nipples, making her recoil from him, but only for a second, before she took the pain and found it enticing. Leif’s sweat dripped on her back, one of his hands still holding onto her wide hips as he plowed into her wetness, his hips smacking against the soft roundness of her wide ass. He squeezed and grabbed at her breasts harder as he picked up speed, Sven matching it as he made her suck on him harder, both of the men grunting now as they took the buxom woman as their own. Ingrid’s husband was a long forgotten memory and she couldn’t think of being anywhere else than in the arms of the two powerful Vikings, claiming her as their own.

  Ingrid could feel herself edging close to her limit. She had never cummed from being taken, the few times she had gotten an orgasm had been through her own fumbling hands. But now, with the two cocks taking her in both ends, she could feel her resolve waning and her body becoming flush with heat and need. Leif pinched her nipples again and pulled out almost completely, before ramming back in with all his length and it was then, that Ingrid could feel her self-control completely collapse.

  She fell into deep shivers and only Leif’s hands grabbing her by her hips and soft waist kept her from falling on her stomach. Her back arched as neither of the men had any mercy on her, taking her even harder now that she had completely succumbed to them.

  Ingrid’s throat opened in a scream and Sven filled it completely, making Ingrid gag and sputter but still not fight it. Waves of ecstasy wafted over her and her ears started ringing as she was slowly riding out her long orgasm. She barely had the strength to notice when Sven gripped her with both hands and blew his large load in her mouth, the woman automatically swallowing it all without question. Sven’s powerful thighs quivered as he cummed into her mouth, her round cheeks flushed and the tears still streaking her features. When he finally pulled out of her mouth and leaned against the wall, Ingrid fell on her elbows, her ass and pussy up for Leif to fill.

  Leif plunged so deep in her that he kept pounding against the wall of her womb, making the woman wince. His movements became faster and less controlled now and she knew that he was about to finish. She looked over her shoulder at the magnificent beast of a man, pleading in her eyes.

  “Please,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Please fill me, please give me the child my husband cannot,” she asked, her mind barely registering what her mouth was saying. She saw Leif’s lips narrow to a line and sweat drip down his forehead, his fingers digging into her.

  When he came he let out a loud roar, his large hardened muscles flexed as he shot long ropes of semen into Ingrid’s pussy, pumping her full of his seed. She couldn’t help but smile as the powerful man indulged her and as he slumped over her back, breathing heavily now. He rested for a moment, before pulling out of her and pushing her to rest on her side. As he was pulling up his pants and reaching for his belt, he dragged a finger across his cock and let her suck on it, the woman tasting the Viking’s cum and her juices. She sucked eagerly.

  “Remember this,” Leif said, getting off the bed.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Ingrid fell asleep almost immediately after Leif stood up, completely exhausted. She didn’t notice as the men gathered their things, tightened their belts and made their exit with what little valuables she owned. The biggest prize of course had been her complete submission. Her rest was long and undisturbed, no dreams soiling her sleep as she laid there in the same position Leif had left her in with just a blanket around her for warmth. She was finally awoken when her husband slammed through the front door and ran through the house with heavy steps.

  She stirred slowly, looking at Fiske with confusion as he shook her, asking her if she was alright and what had been done to her. Ingrid had no answer, reality creeping up on her with small steps and the understanding of what she had done taking a long time to reach her. Fiske pulled the covers from her and recoiled, seeing the thin dry stream of cum on her thighs and out of the side of her mouth. Instead of bursting with anger, he pulled her close to his chest, the leather cold against her chin as he cradled her, rocking back and forth.

  “It’s alright, Ingrid. I know you could not do anything against them. We will get through this,” he said, his voice distant but caring as he wrapped her tighter in the covers. Ingrid felt a deep pang of regret as she was pressed against the man that was supposed to be her protector and her other half, incapable of getting her mind off the Viking that had left her just a few hours ago. She touched her stomach with one hand, cradling it thoughtfully. The blonde maiden could sense something changing in her, something growing that hadn’t been there. She knew logically that it was too early to know, but in her heart she was sure. Ingrid was carrying Leif’s child and he had succeeded where Fiske had failed time and time again, both in pleasing her as well as giving her an offspring.

  Fiske boiled her some water and made her bathe. She washed herself slowly, reluctant to scrub the remnants of Leif off of her, but complying with the little voice of reason that had made its way back to her. Ingrid dried off and found clothes that weren’t ripped and ruined, and dressed, her thoughts miles away. She knew she was being naïve and that soon she would have to have a very uncomfortable talk with Fiske, but something in her hoped that maybe Leif would come back for her. Maybe the Viking warrior would feel the same was as she did. Maybe it would all be ok
ay.

  She sighed under her breath and tied back her long hair, feeling battered and bruised by what had happened. Ingrid carried out the bucket of water and toppled it over next to the door. As she straightened up, she looked across the village of Ostenay, feeling a tug around her heart. She didn’t even care who was lost and what had happened to the village. Suddenly, she felt that her place was somewhere elsewhere, next to a man she barely knew. Ingrid wrapped her arms around herself, biting her lip.

  How will I find him…

  PLUNDERED: TAKEN BY THE VIKINGS

  HISTORICAL GROUP EROTICA

  BY

  CIRCE RIDLEY

  CHAPTER ONE

  The wind howled treacherously near the rocky cliffs of the Scottish Eastern bank. A mighty storm had been raging for days now, tossing about anything that wasn’t nailed down and making the sea roar with indignation. Waves tumbled and rolled into one another, sometimes rearing up to be as tall as the tallest trees and as steep as the deepest valleys. The weather was proving to be a worthy adversary to anyone that dared venture outside and not a single man, even the maddest, would have had the guts to try and conquer the sea at that time.