by Circe Ridley
The interest of the other Vikings was now firmly captured. Countless pairs of eyes took in her luscious body, her pale skin and ample rump as their Captain had the first taste. His hands kneaded her full breasts, the small pink nubs of her nipples becoming taut under his touch. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched the delicate pink peaks, his gruff hands touching parts of her that no man had ever been near. Erik’s hands slowly slid down her body, going over her soft stomach and wide hips before landing on her firm ass. He squeezed it tightly, the woman pressed closer against him as a result. She could feel his giant erection rubbing against her thigh and she found herself more than a bit curious as to how big it would be.
Erik kept her mouth on his as he tossed off his coat and undid his pants. The night was cold but the fire cast some warmth and light over them as the two were twisted in a scene of lust. Dava gasped as Erik’s hard cock was unleashed, big and throbbing. She bit her lip in surprise as he allowed her to look down upon it. He grinned when she glanced back up at him, her green eyes filled with uncertainty.
“Don’t worry, little red. You’ll learn how to take many of these tonight.”
Her panties were pushed down with rough hands, exposing her wet slit. Dava gasped in surprise, completely naked now in front of countless Vikings who all lusted for her young body. Erik grabbed her in his arms and lowered her down on the rugs she had been resting on before, setting her down on her back. She could see the curious eyes gazing at them from all around, some men preparing to take over as soon as their Captain allowed them. Yet, the woman was sure that the decision had been the right one, even if only for the chance of tasting Erik.
He spread her legs with a rough hand and dipped his fingers into her heat. Dava gasped, her back arching as he explored her wet folds with experienced hands, making her young body squirm with excitement.
“Are you ready?” Erik asked, a surprising tint of kindness in his tone. Dava looked around herself once more before allowing her gaze to stop on the blonde Captain. She nodded, hesitant but willing.
“Yes,” she said and the man immediately took her. She screamed out in pain as his huge cock burst into her, drilling its way into her tightness. He was so big and her virgin tunnel could not stretch as quickly as he wanted it to, but it was going to have to. Erik held her by the hips and worked his way into her with determined thrusts, the woman gasping for breath under him. It was so big that she thought she would lose consciousness, but at the same time the feeling of being filled to the brim was delicious and mesmerizing.
Erik waved Holger over with a nod of his head and the man kneeled next to Dava. He pushed his pants down and his thick rod sat heavy in his hand. Dava’s head was twisted to meet the purplish tip of the engorged cock, her eyes filled with the tears she had pushed down earlier. Holger grabbed her by her flowing red hair and pulled her face to his dick, making her take it in her mouth. Her moans were muffled by his hard rod and the woman shuddered and shook in the hands of the two big Vikings. Dava’s body was filled with pleasure, though the beginning hurt as much as the finish would bring relief.
When Erik finally broke through to the hilt, a sharp jolt of electricity ran up Dava’s spine. Each following thrust was easier to take, her body yielding to his need with more ease now and giving room for her own. The movements settled into a steady rhythm, the woman’s delicate hands digging into the rug beneath her. Tears streamed down her cheeks but the feeling of pain was slowly dissipating, replaced by a hunger she hadn’t known in herself. Their mighty cocks in her mouth and pussy felt more and more natural and her need grew. Dava desired more and the Vikings were gladly willing to allow her that courtesy.
Erik’s hands rested heavily on her hips as he held on for support, his broad-shouldered form breaking out in sweat. The little Scot was just what the men had needed to unwind after the long trip, to unravel their blood-thirsty minds and bring back focus and clarity of thought. Holger pushed his rod deeper into Dava’s mouth and she took him willingly. Her throat opened for him and the man forced into it, the head of his cock popping past the uvula. She gagged a bit, but the talented village girl soon found her breath once more.
Holger groaned through clenched teeth as she suckled and lapped at his shaft, her eyes half-lidded. The woman was falling into a trance-like state, focusing only on the giving and receiving of pleasure. She pushed all the negative thoughts and worries out of her head, thinking only about what her body was feeling and how she could make the men enjoy themselves more. The inexperienced lass was quickly picking up skills that she never would have imagined needing.
Holger’s breath caught in his chest and his fingers curled tighter around her hair, pulling at them in reaction to her exquisite sucking. It didn’t take long for the man to be overwhelmed and soon Dava had her first taste of salty seed. Thick rivulets of cum burst into her mouth and trickled down her throat, filling her world with the flavor of Viking seed. She gasped and gagged on it for a moment, Holger’s big rod still buried in her mouth, but swiftly learned to take it as just another facet of the pleasures of flesh. She swallowed it all, just a thin streak dribbling down her chin, and the man pulled out of her mouth with a sigh.
The Captain had not let up on her, his need still palpable. As soon as Holger left her mouth, Erik used the moment to flip her over on her stomach. Strong hands pulled her up on her hands and knees, revealing her plump ass to Erik’s hands. He plunged back into her sopping wet pussy, filling it to the brim, and his hands grabbed at the supple flesh of her rump. Dava winced as she landed on her belly, but her protests soon turned into a smile as Erik thrust into her again. The man she so desired was being kind to her, teaching her the ways of pleasure, and she was adamant about enjoying it.
Her mouth still tasted of Holger when another warrior approached her, getting down on his knees in front of her. His cock was shorter and thicker than Holger’s, the man holding it by the base. Dava licked her lips for a moment, meeting the man’s gray gaze. She would not remember him when the night was over. Her mouth latched on greedily, taking the hard dick in her mouth with an unexpected obedience. The small pink tongue swirled over the smooth skin of the bulging head, dipping between the two sides and tasting his precum. She suckled on him gladly as Erik took her from behind, his rough hands digging into the pale flesh of her ass.
Each thrust rocked her forward before allowing her to fall back a bit, the woman bobbing up and down on the Vikings’ cocks. Her heavy breasts swung with each jerk forward, keen eyes following each motion. Dava was either becoming more proficient at sucking cock or the man had less self-control than Holger had had. She could soon feel him shuddering under her touch, his muscles clenching as she took him further in. He gasped and blew his load just as Erik grabbed her tighter by her waist and shoved her back into him.
Her mouth once more was filled with the warm sensation of a Viking’s seed, the man emptying himself into the willing redhead. She lapped it up and swallowed before looking over her shoulder at the Captain. Erik’s face was contorted with concentration, the man reaching close to his peak. Her pussy was wet and tight around him, yearning for him to finish into her. She gasped each time he sunk into her, the man no longer treating her with any kind of softness. One hand reached for her breast and squeezed it hard, his fingers grasping the delicate skin.
His need drove her further, the woman finally getting a moment to focus on the fire in her. Her back arched, pushing her ass higher. Jolts of electricity sparked through her nerves, making the woman shiver in ecstasy. Her green eyes closed in expectation, his rough strokes and her hungry young body combining to send her over the edge. It felt as if her lungs protested against another breath as she crashed over the edge, her orgasm taking her. Her pussy milked Erik’s cock hungrily, desiring its seed. Small muscles contracted around his throbbing rod as she collapsed into her release, waves of pleasure wafting over her.
Dava’s hands shook, the woman having trouble keeping herself upright. Strong arms grabbed her, holdi
ng her up as she experienced the first of many finishes to come. Erik growled, a deep, guttural sound, as he quenched her pussy’s need. Long ropes of salty cum burst forth into her, filling her so fully that some of it leaked out around his thick cock and dribbled down her thighs. She wailed like a wildcat as he stayed in her, letting her have all he had to give.
When the heat of the pleasure was finally winding down, the Captain pulled out of her. He laid a small kiss on her back before getting up, his place quickly taken by another. Dava was too dazed to notice, but from there on, the men kept changing in rapid succession. She was kept on her hands and knees, strong Vikings plowing into her awaiting holes. They did not push into her ass, except for with their thick fingers. Those were almost too much to bear as well and the men did not harass her further with it, on Captain’s orders. Erik probably wanted to keep that treasure for himself. Just as he had taken her pussy the first time, her ass would be his later as well.
Her skin was dappled with sweat, the heat of the fire and the exertion combining together to warm her. Each man would have his turn, if he wanted her. Dava’s mouth was constantly filled with a cock, all sizes and thicknesses pressing between her lips until she was too tired to tell the difference. She just knew she had to suck, to taste, to swallow like a good slut, giving her body for the pleasure of Viking warriors. The tone around the fire had settled from raucous laughter to a more manageable chuckle, the Vikings each taking their turn. When they had emptied their load in or on the Scot, they mostly retired to sleep, claim the rest of the wicked.
Dava’s body was twisted and turned, hungry hands and mouths discovering her curves. Men sucked on her big tits, nibbling on her nipples and making her scream out as they bit down. They were never too cruel though, making sure that the Captain’s favorite was well treated despite their growing hunger. The woman was thoroughly filled with Viking rods and their thick, plentiful cum, until her thighs were slick with the leaking seed and her throat burned from it. But the woman never wavered in her resolve. She didn’t say no, she didn’t fight against it – she had traded her safety for that of her family and she would see it through, no matter what.
Her body begun to quake with tiredness after several hours, thought her pussy still milked the Vikings’ cocks with eagerness. She had been shook by several smaller orgasms, though none of them had matched up to the powerful explosion she had enjoyed in the hands of Erik. The Captain had kept a close eye on her all night, never straying too far to make sure that his men were treating her properly, even under those peculiar circumstances. As the fire was dying down, the last of the ravaging warriors took her.
A thick beard tickled her soft belly as the man kissed and nibbled on her tits. He was buried deep inside of her, small meticulous thrusts stoking his flame. Dava bit her lip, her eyes closed. Cum had caked on her eyelids and long lashes, making it difficult to open them. And she no longer felt the need to see anything. She only knew pleasure and how to give it. The last few hours had constricted her vision of the world to just the thrusts of lustful Vikings and the shudder of her own orgasms. When the man came, shooting his load in her, the woman visibly relaxed. He climbed off of her and it was almost surprising to feel no one taking his place – no one pushing into her mouth or slapping her ass.
Instead, a sudden warmth enveloped her. It took her a few seconds to realize what it was. A thick blanket had been curled around her and strong hands had picked her up, cradling her against a wide chest. She knew his scent immediately. The woman fell into a deep, restful slumber almost immediately, not even waiting until Erik set her down on a new rug. He pulled her against him tightly and the woman had the best sleep she had ever had, nestled in the protective arms of the Viking.
CHAPTER FIVE
When she awoke the next morning, Dava found herself almost completely alone. Two Vikings had been left behind as the others went forth with their plan to conquer and plunder. Erik had set a few items of clothing by her side and she dressed quickly. The Vikings were kind enough to show her to some water so she could bathe, their demeanor both respectful and courteous. It was as if they had not been hilt-deep in her pussy just the night before.
Dava bathed carefully and then settled in to wait. Her mind was awash with thoughts and questions, pondering whether she had done the right thing and if she could ever forgive herself. But she soon found that there was little to forgive. It didn’t strike her as uncomfortable or wrong and she was certain that given the same circumstances, she would do it again. Despite for a thorough ache throughout her body, she had come out of it mostly unscathed. Erik’s warmth still lingered in her bones, the man’s presence as if looming over her even when he was gone. Dava sighed to herself, eyeing the small fire that she was huddled in front of.
A mad thought started to form in her head. She knew full well that there was nothing for her in her village. The courageous redhead could never tell any of her kin what she had done, nor would she want to. She was left all alone with her choices and decisions, only the Vikings perhaps being able to understand her. Her adventurous little heart yearned for exploration and thrills greater than her solemn life could promise in the sleepy corner of her home. When the men returned that night, she had a solid plan formed in her head.
Erik strode into the camp with his head held high, a heavy sack weighing him down just the slightest bit. His men followed in troves, all carrying something or another. Some of them sported wounds, but their numbers did not seem to have shrunk – something that did not surprise Dava in the slightest. Her people were proud, courageous, but they were not warriors, at least not strong enough to match the Vikings. When her eyes fell on Erik, her stomach fluttered with butterflies. She almost frowned at that, the womanish simplicities striking her by surprise. Yet, they only got more intense as he neared her, dropping the sack beside the fire.
“So, little red, rested?” he asked, a sly grin perched on his lips. The woman nodded quietly, trying to fight her most feminine reaction to the handsome man before her. He made her heart jump and that was not something she was used to.
“I want to come with you,” she said, a blush creeping on her cheeks. The man stared at her with surprise in his eyes. It soon twinkled away though, replaced by an understanding. He smirked and nodded his head slightly.
“I think you should, red.” The man dipped down and kissed her deeply. Dava knew right then and there that her destiny had been set. It had not come the way she had expected it to, but it had come none the less.
PILFERED: TAKEN BY THE VIKINGS
HISTORICAL MENAGE EROTICA
BY
CIRCE RIDLEY
CHAPTER ONE
The wind howled ominously, kicking up leaves and rustling grass as it snaked through the forest. Evening was falling over the lands, the sun going down and the moon readying to take its place. The livestock had been safely tucked away in their pens and barns and the usual joyful laughter of children and chattering of women was hushed by the tempestuous weather. There was something not quite right and down in their bones, the locals could sense it. Even if it was just another cold autumn eve for the inhabitants of the Ostenay village, they still felt that danger was lurking not far from them.
That feeling often came over the villagers when the men were away. The few grown men of the village had to take to the forests and mountains often to secure enough pelts and wild meat to pad the harsh winters. Fishing and the meager farmlands only took them so far, especially with the weather being as unkind as it had recently been. Their bellies needed filling, so the village had to take risks. Sending the men out hunting seemed like a small compromise in comparison to the very palpable possibility of being without food come winter. It was a sign of desperation that led the men away from their defenseless homes and villages, even though the threat of Viking raids was always on the back of their minds.
It had been years since the last attack. It seemed to come in waves to Ostenay. For a long while, not a single longboat could be sighted near thei
r shores, but then it would seem like they were always around. There was a theory on why it happened that way and the villagers were more and more adamant about its trueness. Ostenay was known for its beautiful women. Something about the air, the location and what must have been a blessing from Freyja, had created the most striking women known in the lands. Their hair was long and wheaten, full and silken to the touch. Eyes that shone like bright blue pools drew attention to heart-shaped faces and a gentle pink blush that seemed to hang permanently on their cheeks. Their wide hips and ample bosoms showed that they were fertile and ripe, visions of feminine perfection.
Men came from all the lands to court the gorgeous maidens of Ostenay, but few were allowed a hand in marriage of one of the protected jewels. A man had to be worthy. Powerful, capable, calm and commanding respect. Only then could he be considered good enough for one of the blonde lasses. Yet, the same rules obviously didn’t apply to the Vikings. The feeling was that they only came when they caught wind of new brides having come of age. They never took the young ones from their mothers, but the girls who were old enough to give them children and cook their dinners were more than inviting targets. So, every few years, the raids began. The Viking longboats rowed up the shores and took their pick until there was no one to take or the men of the village pushed them back.
