Caroline's Christmas Viking

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Erik glared at him, energetic fury in the depths of his eyes. “Never say I be you buddy. I be watch you.” He pointed two fingers at his eyes and then turned them toward Herbert. “Be good or I tell Einarr you bad devil. Okay, buddy?”

  Herbert nodded and the pregnant moppet started to wail again.

  “You better get Bunny to the hospital before she spits the kid out on the front lawn,” Caroline said.

  Herbert heaved a sigh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “See ya, Mrs. Conlon,” Bunny called over her shoulder.

  “Good luck with the baby, Bunny,” Caroline said. “Both of them.” And then the door closed and they were gone.

  “See?” Erik said. “I promise Thor’s Day be back.”

  Caroline gazed at his handsome face, her spirits lifted, her hopes renewed. “Yes, you did. What made you so certain?”

  “I tell Thor’s Day I make big steak and give beer and much chocolate. I tell him in Norwegian so he understand Erik.”

  “But he doesn’t understand Norwegian.”

  Erik nodded confidently. “His name is from Norse god. He understand plenty.”

  Taking in his smug expression, Caroline threw her head back in laughter.

  “But that not all,” he continued. “Erik make heart wish.” He placed his hand inside the fur-pelt tunic.

  “You made a wish that Thursday could stay with me? Oh, Erik, that’s so sweet. Thank y—” The words lodged in Caroline’s throat and she gasped when she saw what Erik held in the palm of his hand.

  “Erik…what…how…”

  “Heart wish,” he said, fingering a small silver Viking charm and smiling. It was exactly like Caroline’s amulet except that it was a female form.

  “I don’t understand. Where did you get this?”

  “Rungnir Johannesen. Father of Einarr’s father.”

  “No.” Caroline felt her knees go weak. “That’s the name of the man my great aunt Helga married when she returned to Norway twenty years ago.” She sucked in a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. “They were childhood sweethearts. After her husband and Rungnir’s wife died, they found each other again. And then Rungnir died last year.” She blinked hard. “Same man?”

  “Same.” Erik nodded, looking almost as shaken as Caroline felt. “Helga be Mrs. Johannesen. Great uncle wife. He die. She die. Now they happy in Valhalla together.”

  Caroline stared at Erik for a moment. And then she reached inside the neck of her sweatshirt, drawing out the chain with her Viking charm. She held it out to Erik without a word.

  Now it was Erik’s turn to gasp. “Who give you?”

  “Helga. My great aunt.”

  “How long you have?”

  “It arrived a few days ago.”

  Erik rubbed her charm between his thumb and finger. “Color…was silver, then gold, now silver again?”

  Caroline nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “How did you know?”

  “When turn silver again?”

  “This morning.”

  “When heart wish made, color change.” With a boisterous shout of elation, Erik scooped Caroline into the air, swinging her around. Thursday joined in the jubilation, bouncing up and down and happily yapping. And then Erik brought Caroline back to her feet, holding her at arm’s length, gazing into her eyes with an intensity she hadn’t glimpsed before.

  “Aunt, Uncle make happy plan for Erik and Caroline. See?” He spoke slowly, plainly doing his best to make her understand. When Caroline frowned, trying to comprehend what he meant, Erik sighed in frustration. “Viking magic,” he said. “I be you heart wish!” he said through a bright smile as he thumped his chest. And at that instant, Caroline knew he spoke the truth. No doubt about it, he was the wish her heart had made. The embodiment of all her dreams and fantasies. “I be Caroline true love. Caroline be Erik true love.”

  It was impossible. It couldn’t be. But then… Caroline remembered the vision she’d seen in Auntie Helga’s eyes so long ago. Of course it was Erik. Her own Erik the Blond. And he had unselfishly used up his single heart wish to ensure she’d be able to keep her beloved dog. The realization brought tears to her eyes. Her head still spinning with thoughts of magic and sacrifice, Erik kissed her with such passionate force that she thought she’d launch into a quaking orgasm right there in the middle of the puke-spattered living room.

  “Time for bath. True love smell like floor.” He pinched his nose and motioned to the rug. Caroline cringed. “I give Caroline sex bath, yes?

  “Oh, yes,” she said, tingling madly at the suggestion. “That sounds perfect.” She headed for her bedroom and Erik followed.

  “Then you come Erik house. No smell there. Big bed. Not need Mrs. Julenissen clothes with bells. Erik like Caroline nuked.” He jiggled his eyebrows.

  “Nuked, huh?” Caroline laughed. “Sounds like a cross between nude and naked.”

  “Naked,” Erik corrected himself. “Yes.” He tugged Thursday close and clapped the dog’s rump. “For Julekveld supper I make you steak, beer and chocolate.”

  Fortunately Caroline had cleaned up her bedroom the night before and, while a faint odor lingered, it was clean and presentable.

  “Do you have another play performance today?” she asked, stripping out of her jeans. Erik’s gaze fixed on her as she wriggled out of her clothes, sliding over her ample curves in swift, satisfied appraisal. Her whole body went on alert.

  He nodded. “One in morning before I come here. One in night for Julekveld. Eh…” he searched for the right words. “Christmas Eve,” he explained. “You come see Erik play?”

  “I’d love to.”

  “First, Erik and Caroline play,” he said, his voice a husky timbre as he lifted the hem of her sweatshirt, dragging the garment from her body. He smiled when he saw her naked, unencumbered breasts and immediately buried his face between the mounds. He popped back up abruptly, wrinkling his nose, and led Caroline to the master bathroom. “Bath first.”

  The small shower stall felt deliciously crowded with Erik’s broad frame filling it. He positioned Caroline under the warm spray and turned her slowly, watching the water sluice down her curves. And then he soaped her body, massaging the lather over each peak and valley and groaning with pleasure as he traced a path from her nipples down to her hungry pussy. All the while she could feel the hard, insistent nudge of his cock making its presence known.

  The best part was when he stood behind her and held her flush against his body as he creamed the soap over her breasts, belly and pussy. His hips moved in a slow, sensuous motion, grinding his wet cock into the small of her back and then sliding the rigid shaft lower, up and down along her ass and then sandwiching it between the folds. A moment later his fingers explored her ass, and Caroline shivered. She’d never felt a man’s hands there before and had no idea the sensation would be so erotic. Then Erik slipped his fingers into her pussy. He caressed Caroline, rocking them both in a circle as he fucked her with his broad fingers.

  Enveloped in a sweet daze of need, her moans echoed off the shower walls, giving the sound a mystical aura. Still positioned behind her, Erik kept his thumb inside her, twirling it as his fingers clamped around her pussy. He shifted her body with just the use of his hand until the small circular motion nearly drove Caroline mad. And when Erik’s fingers found her clit, abrading the engorged pearl, she gasped. Her thighs tensed as the ecstasy seized her loins and waves of rich, rippling pleasure sent her spiraling into orgasmic bliss.

  It was awhile before the power of speech returned and when it did, Caroline said, “Erik, that was exquisite. Like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.”

  “I not finished,” he said, bracing the weak-kneed Caroline as he turned her toward him. “Caroline body like smorgasbord to Erik. Mmm. So many good bites.” He nibbled on her earlobe then trailed a sultry path of kisses to her mouth, nibbling and tugging on her bottom lip. “Now time for dessert. I take soap off and eat pretty pussy.” With a languid lick of his lips as he gazed into Carol
ine’s eyes, Erik promptly got to work, showering the soap from her skin.

  Being rendered speechless by Erik’s bold pronouncement wasn’t a problem because there wasn’t a hint of protest trekking through her thoughts anyway. At the moment she couldn’t imagine one single thing that would be a better Christmas present. Her eyes were transfixed on his exquisite muscled torso and she savored the glide of his fingers as she watched rivulets of water trickle down his chest. Enticing blazing-hot fantasies tripped through her mind. If she closed her eyes, she could envision the two of them in days of old, when Vikings roamed the earth and the seas, standing beneath a waterfall in their own secret alcove, blissfully fucking as they pledged their true love.

  True love. Yes, as hard as it was to believe, she could feel it. She hadn’t even known Erik for an entire day and yet…it felt as if she’d known him all of her life. As if they were destined for one another. Soul mates. She wanted to savor every moment because there was a part of her that was afraid it was all a wonderful, mystical dream and that Erik wouldn’t be there when she awoke from it.

  Once Erik rinsed the last bit of lather from Caroline, he lowered to his knees in front of her. His hands were on her thighs, palms splayed, and he licked his lips. The sensation of sweet hot pressure grew between her legs as he approached her pussy like a lion stalking its prey. Not quite certain what to expect as his head drew close, Caroline’s breath caught, only to be released in a trembling whoosh as he buried his face in her pussy. She felt the heat of his tongue darting between her folds and sashaying across the ultra-sensitive, engorged pearl. His talented mouth plundered every bit of slick territory it could reach.

  “Oh!” Caroline gasped before she heard herself muttering strange guttural hums and murmurs of pleasure. As if on autopilot, she fisted his long wet locks and began to writhe and grind her pelvis up against his him. Her primed body shook in carnal anticipation and Erik held her firm so she wouldn’t slip and fall. The man may not have attended escort school, but he sure as hell knew exactly how to pleasure a woman to the extent that every nerve ending in her body prickled with delight.

  She whimpered through ragged puffs as he pulled back, gazed up into her eyes and smiled. “I love to taste Caroline nectar. Sweet. So good.” The tingling tremors increased and she felt sure she was about to detonate. Erik took Caroline’s hands and positioned them on his shoulders. “Caroline hold Erik good now so not fall.” He spread her legs a bit more and glanced up again, gifting her with a bright grin and a languorous lick of his sensual lips. “Caroline ready be happy now?”

  “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” she said with a throaty giggle. The sound of her cavalier chuckle was abruptly choked off when Erik opened his mouth and competently scouted around her dripping pussy with his tongue and teeth. Beacons of fire erupted everywhere tongue met flesh. When he took her throbbing, swollen clit between his lips and sucked and then nibbled the bud with his teeth, Caroline’s internal universe crackled and sparked like a firecracker. In the midst of his wicked, fiercely carnal kiss, her legs wobbled and earthquake-like sensations shot north and south until every cell in her system shuddered. She heard herself scream out Erik’s name as he tenderly lapped at the juice of her wild orgasmic surge.

  True, Erik may not have mastered the English language yet, but damn if her magical Viking didn’t know exactly what he was talking about when he asked, Caroline ready be happy now? Because Caroline honestly couldn’t imagine being one single iota happier than she was at this exact moment.

  Chapter Five

  “I make Caroline big happy, yes?”

  “That, my darling Viking, is an understatement,” she purred, still basking in the pleasurable afterglow of Erik’s erotic gift. Caroline traced her fingers along his body, starting at his square jaw, loitering on his firm pecs and working down to his groin. She swallowed hard as she eyed his cock and the thatch of golden curls surrounding it. Slipping her fingers beneath the sac, she felt his balls draw up tight. Erik sucked in a sharp breath that developed into a growl when she stroked the sensitive patch of skin between his balls and ass.

  It was going to take her a while to come to terms with how deliciously substantial the man was, from his towering height to his perfectly honed physique to his thick, ramrod-straight cock. And she was still absorbing the surprising bit of news that her magical Viking was actually a professor at the same university as Herbert.

  Caroline sank her teeth into her bottom lip as she eyed the droplets of water clinging to his considerable physical attributes. Talk about a smorgasbord! No doubt about it, Professor Erik Tryggvason was designed to delight, excite and satisfy the female of the species.

  “Understatement,” Erik repeated, breathing hard. “That mean happy?”

  “Oh yes.” She laughed and trailed a line of kisses across his impressive pecs. “Big, big happy. And now,” she clutched his biceps with one hand and his cock with the other, eliciting a raw groan from Erik, “it’s my Viking’s turn to get big happy.” Bracing her hands on either side of his body, she eased herself to her knees, licking and nibbling as she went down. She ached all over from the desire to taste him, to capture his cock between her lips and feel its heat pulsing against her tongue.

  As she knelt, Caroline swirled her fingertips through his thick curls before grasping his shaft firmly with one hand and his ass cheek with the other. Relishing in the spicy tang of his arousal, she wasted no time paying homage to her Viking’s proud cock. Skimming him with her tongue in a long slow glide that made him moan with pleasure, she finished the sensual swoop by lapping a drop of pearly liquid at the tip.

  “Mmm…succulent…salty…creamy.” She licked her lips and went back to laving his sock.

  “Ahh…Caroline…my beauty Caroline…” Erik said, threading his fingers through her wet hair. He stiffened when she took his cock into her mouth, her cheeks compressing his girth as she sucked.

  She engaged in another round of licking and lapping, tasting the warm pre-cum dripping on her tongue, and then she raked his engorged flesh with her teeth. A shiver of ripe excitement shot through Caroline as a jagged groan erupted from somewhere deep within Erik’s chest. Whispering her name, he fisted her hair and pressed her close.

  Astounded at how much pleasure it gave her to lavish attention on Erik’s cock with her mouth, Caroline couldn’t help but remember what a drudge it had been to give Herbert blowjobs. He’d never been a giving lover. It was all about his satisfaction. She’d done it purely out of a sense of duty and obligation and had never achieved any real enjoyment or satisfaction from what she considered a necessary chore. Making love to her Viking’s beautiful cock with her tongue, her lips, her teeth and her throat was a radically different, wholly delightful experience. And knowing that she was giving Erik such pleasure delighted her beyond measure.

  As Erik’s muscles tensed and she felt the primal surge of his pelvis forcing his cock further into the recesses of her suckling mouth, Caroline knew he was close to coming.

  “So good. I ready,” he grunted, slipping his cock out to avoid ejaculating in her mouth.

  “That’s good because I’m ready too,” she countered, rolling his balls between her palms and watching the head of his cock bob. “Ready to make my Christmas Viking a very happy man.” And then she claimed his wet throbbing flesh with her mouth again. Just watching the ecstasy in his eyes and knowing she was responsible for putting it there made her pussy clench and spasm.

  A wicked combination of nibbles and spiraling licks had Caroline wringing rough shouts of pleasure from Erik’s throat. Taking the fullness of his cock deeply then, she rejoiced with him as he raised his head and roared a primeval cry of joy. Ribbons of hot cum spurted down the back of her throat and Caroline shuddered as shocks of piercing pleasure arced through her. Savoring the taste of his sweet-tart cum as the first wave of her orgasm pummeled through her, Caroline felt almost delirious from pleasure. She was baffled and elated beyond belief that she could actuall
y come without stimulation to her clit. That was a first—but she suspected it wouldn’t be the last time.

  At least, not as long as the big Viking was part of her life.

  “You make Erik ecstasy,” he said as soon he had his wits about him again. “Best Christmas stocking ever.” He drew her into his arms and held tight as he kissed her.

  After toweling each other off, they dressed and went next door to Erik’s house, Thursday in tow. While Caroline and Thursday settled in the modern Scandinavian-style living room, Erik prepared mugs of hot buttered rum. He brought out a couple of English-Norwegian phrase books and dictionaries and they passed the next couple of hours practicing each other’s native tongues. Tortured pronunciation and hilarious twists of the tongue as they each struggled with the foreign words filled the room with gales of laughter.

  By the time they attended the Christmas Eve play together, Caroline and Erik had gotten to know each other much better. While children and their parents sat mesmerized, Erik did his Viking gig on stage—and Caroline thoroughly enjoyed every second of his hammy performance. The kids in the audience as well as the ones on stage seemed enthralled by the giant of a man dressed in Viking garb. Enthralled. Yes, that’s exactly how she felt about him too. And Erik got the biggest ovation when the production had ended.

  What an immensely different holiday this had turned out to be from the lonely, depressing one Caroline had envisioned. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined sharing Christmas Eve with a Viking lover.

  Once they returned to Erik’s place, he insisted that Caroline relax as he busied himself in the kitchen preparing steak, salad and potatoes for dinner.

  “Erik not forget Thor’s Day,” he said, presenting the buoyant mutt with a whopping big steak, a bowl with some beer and a chocolate kiss. He and Caroline laughed as Thursday’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head with pleasure as he devoured the promised treat.

  After dinner, Erik presented Caroline with a cordial glass of clear liquid. “Aquavit,” he said. “Norwegian liquor.” He linked arms with her for a continental toast and sipped as they gazed into each other’s eyes. The pleasant flavor reminded Caroline of caraway seeds. “Take aquavit to bed.” Erik took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom. The bed was massive and Caroline’s pussy drooled as she pictured the two of them romping and rolling around. “Get nuked now. Naked,” he corrected himself with a laugh.