by Lexi Lane
Despite her revulsion, Maya felt herself arch against Alek, seeking more contact with his hot, wet mouth. She felt an intense throbbing start deep in the pit of her stomach and flooding warmth between her legs. Tipping her head back, she gave in to the sensations of Alek’s mouth and tongue as he sucked greedily at her breast.
But her mind screamed this was wrong, this was a barbarian Viking with his foul mouth, sucking her smooth pale, tender skin. Maya struggled against his hands, twisting away, her breast pulling free from his mouth. She looked down, breathing hard in anger, enjoying the surprised look on his face.
“Well, brother, looks like she’s going to be a fighter all the way.”
Maya looked up, startled to see the red-haired Viking standing behind his brother, towering over her. She saw he was rubbing his hand over the large bulge in the front of his trousers, touching himself as he watched the two of them.
“Yes, she is. I think I’m going to need your help after all, Eric. Care to hold the girl for me? I think she needs a lesson in obedience.” As Alek stood, Maya saw the front of his trousers straining against his hardening cock. As Eric moved behind her, Alek stripped off his over-shirt and began undoing the lacings of his trousers.
Maya looked up at the Viking standing in front of her. His arms were huge, his chest layered with muscles, the thick hair on his chest catching the light of the lantern, briefly glowing gold. In a small corner of her mind, she recognized his rugged beauty. But then Maya’s eyes were drawn to what his hands were doing, as he pulled his cock from his breeches.
A brief flash of relief coursed through her; it wasn’t forked at the end. But that relief was replaced with a mix of fear and awe; the cock that now was inches from Maya’s face was huge, long and thick. It pointed straight up Alek’s flat stomach, impossibly big in the lantern light. She knew she was gaping open-mouthed at the sight.
“Like what you see, do you? It’ll be yours soon enough.”
Maya looked up at Alek, saw the heat of lust in his eyes and pulled her legs close against her body.
“No, girl, your maidenhead is safe for tonight. I have no desire to relieve you of that on a boat; that is something I’m going to take in my own bed. But I am in need of some attention, and you are going to service me.” Alek thrust his hips forward, rubbing his cock against Maya’s cheek. She clamped her mouth shut, turning her head.
“Oh, no, girl, keep that mouth open. It’ll do until we reach home.” He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her forward, twisting her face toward him. She felt Eric moving behind her, and then his strong hands were gripping her shoulders. She could feel the heat of his body, of his naked skin against her back, his cock thrusting into her bound hands, and then sliding against her ass as he pulled her upright.
“I’ll bite it off.” Maya looked up at Alek, eyes flashing in the dark. “I’ll bite it off and spit it over the side and the fish will eat your cock.”
Alek laughed. “Then we’ll let Eric go first. You can bite Eric.” He grabbed her chin, holding her face up to his, bending down to look into her eyes.
“But know that if you bite either of us, I will remove your teeth, one at a time. And still take my pleasure with your mouth.” He let go of her chin, straightening. “Your choice, girl.”
Maya was silent, glaring up at him.
“I take that as agreement, then. Hold her, Eric. You’ll get your turn next.”
Alek ran the head of his cock along her cheeks and over her closed lips. Maya flinched at the contact, trying to twist her face away, but Alek held her head with his hands, winding his fingers in her hair.
Alek persisted, repeatedly thrusting the head of his cock at her lips. She was surprised at how hot his cock felt, and how soft it was against her skin. She’d somehow imagined their penises, if not forked, as being toughened and rough. But the head of his cock, as he forced it between her lips, was silken smooth.
“Open up, this will be much better for all of us if you do.” Alek growled out the words between clenched teeth. Maya looked up, sensing something dangerous in the tone of his voice, a look crossing his handsome face she could not read. She parted her lips, relaxed her mouth and Alek slid his cock into her, a low moan escaping his lips.
He held her head more gently, pushing between her lips, each thrust forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She panicked, felt suffocated, unable to breathe and struggled against the hands that held her, gagging as she tried to spit his cock out of her mouth.
Alek held himself still. “I’m not going to choke you. I don’t take pleasure from dead girls. Just breathe easy through your nose, you’ll be fine. I’ll warn you, it’s going to get rough.” He looked down at her. “But with practice, you’ll get better at this.”
And with that he began thrusting hard into her mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat, making her gag repeatedly, tears streaming from her eyes. But she tried breathing as he’d said, moving her tongue and tilting her head until she found a less tortuous position. Something she’d done made Alek gasp, and his cock jerked in her mouth, and she tried to repeat whatever it was. She angled her head back, relaxing into his hands and it suddenly became easier to receive his thrusting cock without gagging on each stroke.
At her back, she felt Eric’s cock thrusting and poking against her ass. His breath was hot in her ear as he ran his tongue over her neck, kissing and licking her skin. She felt a sudden tug on one breast as he pulled at her nipple, stretching and rubbing the hard button between his thick fingers. She tried to twist away from his hand, but Alek gave her hair a sharp pull and she stopped moving.
Seeming intent on intensifying her discomfort, Eric slid his other hand down to her ass, groping and pinching her tender skin, one hand moving between her legs. In panic, she clamped her knees together, tensing her thighs, trying to pin his hand, to stop his advances. She heard his soft laugh, close to her ear.
“Don’t worry, your maidenhead is safe from me as well. My brother would have my head if I took it first. But there are other things I can do to you besides that. Now part your legs, girl.”
Eric’s hand continued working between her thighs, probing and pinching her skin, working between the folds of her slit. She resisted the urge to grit her teeth, instead focusing on her breathing.
But then Eric’s fingers found that spot on her body she knew all to well, the hard button she’d rubbed and touched when she thought about James naked in the lake, the one that made her cry out with pleasure. Against her will, she flinched, her hips twisting and jerking on their own. Eric laughed against her neck.
“I knew that would work; it always does.” He rubbed harder with his fingers, pulling and twisting that swollen and tender nub of flesh, as her body began shaking, her hips now flexing in response to his touch. Reflexively she arched her back, her ass pressing against Eric’s hard cock, her legs spreading, allowing him more access. Soon the familiar growing warmth was coursing through her body and she cried out, the sound muffled against Alek’s cock.
She felt Alek change his rhythm then, spreading his legs further apart, hips tilting forward. His thrusts became erratic and he was grunting loudly now with each thrust. Maya looked up at him, eyes wide, not knowing what to expect.
The Viking was still holding her head between his large hands, looking down at her with a strange mixture of lust and something else she couldn’t understand, something that looked like tenderness or approval. Her own body was still twitching and jerking as Eric continued his assault with his fingers, the warmth low in her stomach now building to a fierce heat that ran through her veins.
Suddenly she was convulsing against both of them, stuck between Eric’s body pressed against her from behind and Alek’s cock still thrusting into her mouth, lost to the sensations tearing through her body.
With a sudden shout, Alek pulled his cock from her mouth, holding it above her face with one hand, pulling and stroking himself, one hand still wound in her hair. With one final grunt, a stream of hot creamy liq
uid shot over her face, running into her mouth, open as she cried out from the force of her own orgasm.
In desperation Eric was rubbing his cock against her ass, straining to reach some kind of release himself. From the depths of her pleasure she could hear him swearing in her ear, frustrated and angry.
Alek was gasping, the last pearly drops of his seed dribbling from the end of his cock. Maya had swallowed the first hot spurts without thinking but now as Alek held his cock to her lips, the hot salty liquid trickling into her mouth, she pulled her head back, turned to the side and spat onto deck of the ship. She heard Alek laugh above her.
“You’re not giving up the fight, are you?” He stood back, pulling up his breeches, tucking his softening cock back inside and lacing himself up.
Maya glared up at him. “Never again.”
Alek continued laughing. “Well, no, not now.” He reached down, stroking her cheek. Maya flinched away from his hand.
“But you’re forgetting my brother. He’s not yet had his turn.”
Eric came to stand beside his brother, a wide grin splitting his handsome face.
“Open up, girl. You’re not done yet.” And then Eric was standing in front of her, winding his fingers in her hair, pulling her head toward his cock. Maya glared up at them, wishing the sea would swallow them all. But obediently, she opened her mouth.
***
Alek was standing in the bow of his ship again, watching his village coming into view in the soft gray light of dawn. This was the time he loved the most: a successful raid behind him and his hearth and home in front of him. And now he had Maya, his latest—and best—loot. His cock twitched briefly as he remembered the brief time he and Eric spent with Maya, his cock in the warm soft cavern of her mouth, then exploding over her face in one of the most intense orgasms he’d had in a long time. And then watching Eric take his pleasure with her. The fight in the girl was tremendous; the threat of danger ever present. It took a brave man to put his manhood in the mouth of the tiger, but it increased the pleasure one thousand fold.
And she had responded to Eric’s touch, taking her own pleasure against her will. For all the fight in her—and for being a virgin—she was full of lust. He was looking forward with great anticipation to his first night with Maya, alone, breaking her in, tearing through the barrier that would make her into the wanton woman he suspected lurked beneath her proper maiden’s exterior.
His reverie was broken by the sounds of the men shipping the oars, the calls from the villagers on the docks shouting greetings to the returning warriors as the boat docked. Bags of loot from Guild were being unloaded, the men were securing the ship to its moorings and the crew began heading toward their homes; to a hot meal, a warm bed and for many, a lusty wife or mistress to ease them into their hard-earned rest.
“Lars, take the girl to my longhouse. Send your wife to attend to her. Have her fed, cleaned, dressed and a pallet made up for her.” Lars nodded.
“And have her bound as well. See to that yourself. Make her comfortable but see she cannot escape.” Lars turned away, walking toward one of the larger longhouses in the village, the girl tossed over his shoulder like nothing more than a sack of grain.
“Rest well,” Alek called to the rest of the departing men. Eric threw an arm around Alek’s shoulder, turning them toward Alek’s longhouse.
“Well, brother, it’s good to be home. Are we ready to continue breaking in your new mare?” They started down the hill toward Alek’s longhouse, but Alek stopped, gently removing his brother’s arm from his shoulder.
“Not we, brother; I. She’s my loot, my payment.” Eric frowned at his brother. “There’ll be plenty of time to share. But now, for this, you know she’s mine to take.” Alek slapped his brother on the back.
“Wish me luck though. I believe I’ll need it. I hope I come out with nothing bitten off and my eyes not gouged from my head.” Leaving Eric standing open-mouthed in the muddy center of the village, Alek strode off to his home, a smile of anticipation on his face.
Alek spoke briefly with the man guarding the door to his longhouse. He patted the man on the shoulder and then entered the building, dropping the heavy bar across the inside of the door. In the subdued light of the room, he saw Maya sitting on a pallet in the corner, hands and feet bound. There was a plate of half-eaten food and an untouched cup of ale on a nearby bench. She looked clean, her hair combed and carefully braided, but he could see dark circles beneath her eyes. He knew she had slept little on the voyage home.
“Ah, I see you’ve eaten. Good. You’ll need your strength.” Alek moved to the bench near the fire, pouring water from a bucket into a basin. He stripped off his clothes, stretching his long limbs, basking for a moment in the warmth of the fire. Turning, he looked down at Maya, her eyes wary but curious as she looked at his naked body. He saw her eyes widen as she looked upon his cock.
Alek looked down; the light of the fire and the light from the smoke hole in the ceiling clearly showed the length and girth of his cock. He flexed his hips, his cock was responding to Maya’s attention, twitching and stiffening, heat singing through his veins.
“I enjoyed our time together on the boat.” He reached for a bar of soap, wetting it, working up a sudsy lather. He glanced at Maya. She was as still as a rabbit, her eyes taking in every move he made.
“Your body tells me more than your words, girl. Your words tell me no, but your body says yes, and very loudly.” He reached down, running his soapy hands over his flat stomach, down his thighs, cradling his cock and balls in his hands. He stroked himself slowly, glancing up at Maya. All her attention was focused on watching his hands, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, as his cock grew harder, longer.
“Yes, your body tells me much more than your words,” he whispered. He turned toward the basin, rinsing the soap from his cock, quickly washing the rest of his body, reaching for a rough rag to dry himself. He turned back to Maya, his skin glowing from the cold water and brisk rub with the rag.
“Let’s see what else your body has to say.” He walked deliberately to where she sat, her face flushed as she looked up at him. He could see a tiny pulse beating along the curve of her jaw, where the tender skin was almost white. Sitting down beside her, he leaned forward, running his tongue over that spot, feeling her pulse fluttering beneath his lips. She offered no resistance, her head tipping to the side.
“I’m going to untie you, girl. Do not think you can run fast enough to escape. The door is barred with heavy oak and there is a man standing guard outside. You would not get far. And I would hate for you to come to any harm.” He bent to the ties that held her hands, undoing them and then releasing her feet.
He gently chafed her wrists; Lars had bound her tightly, or she had been struggling against her ties, and there were red rings marking the white skin.
In a sudden movement, he lifted her from her pallet. He stood her briefly on her feet, pulling the dark blue dress over her head, before laying her down on the wool blanket on his bed. He’d taken care not to hang his weapons in their customary place above his bed, not wanting to risk her cutting his throat while he was distracted. This girl was not to be trusted.
Alek took a moment to look down on her, lying naked in his bed. Her breasts were firm and round, the nipples a dark rosy color against her pale skin. Her waist narrowed and then her hips curved out gently, her stomach flat until the slight mound covered by the dark blonde hairs between her thighs. All in all, she was perfect. And she was all his.
He crawled into the bed, lying down next to her. She tensed, lying rigid as he ran his hands slowly over her body, gently caressing her neck, feeling the pulse quicken beneath his fingers. His fingers found her breasts, again circling one nipple, watching it pucker and harden; apparently this was a weakness. He leaned forward, licking and kissing her breast, flicking his tongue over the tight nipple.
Beneath his mouth and hands, he felt Maya’s body shudder. This time he knew it was not from cold; t
he longhouse was warm and comfortable. This was truly from arousal; her body did not lie. For many minutes he moved between her breasts, licking and sucking, gently teasing her nipples with his teeth. Soon her legs were moving restlessly on the bed and she lifted one hand to wind her fingers in his long hair. He tensed briefly, waiting for some violent movement on her part, but she only sought to hold him closer to her. Looking up at her face, he saw her eyes were closed, lips parted, heard her softly sighing. Emboldened by her apparent acceptance, he moved his body, lying between her legs, his hard cock brushing against her thigh.
At the touch of his cock against her skin, Maya yanked at Alek’s hair, pulling him away from her breast. He looked up sharply, seeing the anger return to her eyes.
“Your mind…” he tapped his forefinger between her eyes “…is telling you no. But your body…” he lowered his head, licking one hard dark nipple “…is telling you yes. Why go against nature, girl? Relax. It will be better for both of us if you do.”
She glared down at him. “My maidenhead is not yours for the taking. It’s mine for the giving, and I’ll not be giving it to some barbarian savage.” She struggled beneath him, but he easily held her down. He rested one hand on the bed, looking down at her.
“Well, in a perfect world, I suppose that would be true. But in this world, your father swore an oath and swore it on your maidenhead.” He felt Maya tense beneath him. “And then he broke his oath. For that, you’re here and he’s dead. Would you rather his fate?”
“Rot his soul, he got what he deserved.” Her words were laced with bitter venom.
“He’d have sold your marriage to some other village chieftain’s son, do you not know that? Selling it or giving it, either way, you’d not have had much say. It may lie between your legs…” he slid his hand between her thighs, pinching the warm tender skin, making her flinch “…but it was your father’s to sell as chieftain. Or, in this case, his to lose through poor judgment.” Alek was growing weary of this argument. He enjoyed a good bit of conversation, but not when his cock was hard and a virgin lay beneath him.
