Caroline's Christmas Viking

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Hours later, after fucking like lions in heat, Caroline’s raw pussy trembled with the most exquisite combination of pain and pleasure imaginable.

  But Erik wasn’t finished executing his scintillating Viking magic just yet. Positioning Caroline as easily as if she were a rag doll, he posed her so that she was on her knees. Kneeling behind her, he played with her breasts, her cunt and her ass, smoothing his hands over the surface of her butt cheeks, squeezing them and trailing his fingers up and down the length of her crack. Caroline gave a little yelp when he spread her cheeks and then slicked his hot, wet tongue up the crevice. Now that was certainly a new sensation.

  “Nice ass,” Erik said, kneading her butt cheeks. “Like Nordic moon. Caroline sweet all over.”

  Caroline couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve got a pretty nice ass yourself, Erik.”

  “Good. I glad Caroline love Erik nice ass and giant Viking cock.”

  Caroline’s appreciative laughter was cut short when she sucked in a sharp gasp as the head of his cock nestled into the crack of her ass and nudged forward until it met with resistance from the muscles ringing her anus. Her buttocks tensed beneath his splayed palms, but she didn’t shrink back.

  “Is okay?” Erik asked, advancing his cock slowly.

  Caroline’s mind spun with a proliferation of thoughts. Confusion, wonder, a bit of shy reticence. She was on the verge of braving into bold new territory with her Viking lover. “I haven’t done this before, Erik. I’m…not sure what to expect.”

  “I stay gentle,” he said, leaning his body over her and trailing kisses along the small of her back. “Be some hurt. Then much excellent ecstasy. Trust Erik.”

  “I do trust you, Erik. I do.” She moaned. “Do it.”

  “I make wet first.” She watched him reach over to the nightstand and open a drawer, withdrawing a small jar. He unscrewed it and slathered some of the contents on his sheathed cock. Then he was behind her again, positioning the head of his shaft at her small opening. Erik pushed gently, then with more pressure. “Caroline relax now,” he instructed. With another push, her muscles eased, allowing him entrance and he tenderly eased part of his cock into her anus.

  The sensation was incredible. There was pain and discomfort at first, but then the awareness of acute pleasure obliterated any distress or embarrassment. Before she realized what was happening, Caroline heard herself erupt in an impassioned moan and then cry out, “Fill me, Erik. Do it. I want to feel all of you inside me.” She wiggled against him, trying to seat his cock to the hilt.

  “No. Not first time.” He stilled her movements. “Caroline too tight. We do more each day. Make more easy. Understand?”

  The weighty sensation of Erik’s cock partway up her ass was intoxicating. “Yes. I understand,” she panted. Logically she knew that if she forced it she’d be sore as hell for days afterwards, but at that moment her lusty libido was warring with rationality and reason.

  Erik kept himself partially buried in her ass, moving his hips so she could feel him flex inside of her. He reached beneath her, grasping one of her breasts with one hand and tweaking the nipple while the fingers of his other hand shoved up her dripping cunt. The delicious impression of being packed in both holes at once was most extraordinary.

  “Mmm…so juicy for Erik,” he said. Caroline couldn’t respond because she was all but crazed with passion, panting and moaning and growling. “Caroline.” Erik’s voice spilled out in a raw grunt as he finger-fucked her, eliciting slurpy sucking sounds from her pussy. “Play with breast. Erik watch.”

  It was a night for firsts because Caroline had never played with herself in front of Herbert. But in the next instant she anchored herself and reached for her breast, pinching the nipple and tugging it, adding to the exotic mix of sensations already whirling deep in her belly. She practically went out of her mind when Erik’s hand left her pussy and swiped savagely over her tender, swollen clit.

  “Too much,” Caroline breathed. “Dear God, Erik…too much pleasure… I feel like I’m going to shatter.”

  Erik grunted. “So…tight…Caroline. Cock to explode from sex.”

  Caroline could tell he was struggling not to ram his cock fully into her ass just as mightily as she was trying not to buck against him, driving him deeper.

  Erik was such a giving, not to mention gifted, lover that she found herself fighting off tears of appreciative joy as they made love.

  “Mighty Odin!” Erik roared as he shot his cum, bracing Caroline’s bucking hips as she writhed. Soon her moans ripened into growls of supremely satisfied completion. Once again she and her Viking lover were whisked away to Valhalla on a journey of carnal perfection.

  They collapsed in a sweaty, depleted heap, perfuming the air with the sweet scent of musky sex. They lay silently, tangled together for what could have been minutes or hours. As long as she was in her Viking’s arms, time had no meaning for Caroline.

  Erik had just opened the final packet in his long strip of condoms and rolled it onto his cock when he kissed her lovingly and said, “True love, you Erik heart wish. Caroline stay Erik forever. Yes?”

  Hard tingles of excitement she could barely contain rocked through Caroline. With the language difference she couldn’t be sure she understood what he was saying. Could it really be possible that he’d fallen in love with her so quickly? She realized it was feasible because she knew in her gut, in her soul, in her heart that she was in love with Erik.

  “Are you asking me to…” she started but wasn’t quite sure how to finish.

  “Be Mr. and Mrs. Tryggvason.” He brushed a kiss across her lips. “Be love forever. I never be son of jackass like Herbert.” Caroline laughed at that and then she cried. And then she laughed again.

  She wrapped her arms around the Viking’s neck. “Take off the condom, Erik. I want to feel your hot Viking flesh buried deep inside of me where it belongs when I give you my answer.” She watched his cock jerk in expectation and felt her juices glide down her thigh. “Fuck me, Erik. Oh, please…fuck me.”

  Fingers fumbling in anticipation, Erik discarded the condom and then, with a low guttural growl, he plunged his marble-hard cock into Caroline’s pussy. As he drove into her, he plucked at her nipples, persuading them into rigid peaks. Raging streaks of hot pleasure throbbed to her clit each time his fingers squeezed against a nipple.

  “I…love…you,” Erik said slowly, distinctly as he hammered hard into her pussy.

  “I love you too,” Caroline whispered through happy tears. “God, yes, Erik,” she continued, jerking with untold pleasure as he pinched her clitoris with unexpected force. Her head tipped back and a hoarse cry tore from her throat. “I want to be with you forever,” she managed through ragged breaths as he slammed into her again. She squirmed against him, relishing the sensation of being pinned, impaled. Fucked. Loved and cherished.

  Erik’s final thrust was almost savage as he slammed his cock into her without mercy. Caroline moaned as her internal muscles tightened around the solid shaft, grasping it, drawing it even deeper until one feathery touch of her fingers against his balls triggered a potent ejaculation. At the feel of his cum bathing her depths, flurries of erotic delight stormed through Caroline with all the force of a Chicago blizzard. Swathed in the superb undulating waves of shared orgasm, their chorused moans were so loud they nearly drowned out the instrumental music from the Christmas CD playing in the background.

  As Erik bent over Caroline’s still quaking body, emptying himself of the last of his seed, the Viking charm around his neck clinked against the one Caroline wore.

  With a bright spark of blue light, almost like an arc of electricity, the charms and their chains disappeared from their necks.

  Spent after an immensely gratifying orgasm, Caroline and Erik gasped in astonishment.

  “Oh my God…what just happened?” she said, feeling her heart skip a beat. “Where did our charms go?”

  Erik clapped his chest, examined Caroline’s, then patted the mattr
ess and pillows, searching for the missing amulets. “I not know.”

  The pair erupted in another gasp as they spied a bright glow through the doorway, followed by a thunderous noise.

  And that’s when Thursday started barking his head off.

  “It is blaedhorn…Viking blasting horn,” Erik said, wide eyed.

  “It’s coming from the living room,” Caroline whispered as she sat up tentatively. Erik leapt from the bed and shrugged into a pair of jeans while Caroline grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

  “You stay. I go,” he said, creeping ahead and grabbing a hockey stick from behind the door while pushing Caroline back.

  “Uh-uh. No way.” Caroline seized the waistband of his jeans and held tight. “I just found you, Erik. If there’s some alien ship out there and it sucks you in, I want to go with you.”

  Pausing, Erik turned to her, slanting a befuddled look. “I not go Mars.”

  Caroline chuckled and punched his arm. “For chrissakes, don’t make me laugh now. This is serious! Let’s go.”

  The light was fading just as they tiptoed around the corner into the living room. Thursday was at the far corner of the room, barking at the ceiling. Before the last glimmer of light died away, Erik and Caroline watched two white feathers float down from the ceiling just above the spot where Thursday stood.

  “A bird must have gotten in here,” Caroline said.

  Erik shook his head. “Bird no can make light.”

  “You have a point there.”

  They padded cautiously toward Thursday who was quieting now.

  “I don’t remember seeing the little Christmas tree before,” Caroline said, gesturing to the tiny tree atop an end table next to the sofa. “It’s cute.” She reached out to touch it and Erik stilled her hand.

  “Not be Erik tree,” he said, gulping. “Caroline…look!” They gazed at the tree and then at each other, jaws dropping in awe.

  There on the tree hung both Viking charms together, on one single chain. A small card rested in the little branches next to the talismans.

  “You’ve made your heart wishes,” Caroline read aloud, her voice wavering. “And have found your true loves. The charms will work their magic again fifty years from now. Pass them on to those most deserving. Until then, the magic will live in your hearts. Merry Christmas, dear children.” She paused and clutched her chest, breathing rapidly. “Ohmigod…Erik…”

  Erik took the card and read the rest. “Love, Auntie Helga and Uncle Rungnir.” He turned to Caroline and a slow grin took hold. “Not bird, Caroline. Not man from Mars. It be angels.”

  “Oh, Erik…our very own angels from Valhalla.” He nodded and Caroline touched one of the feathers. “Christmas magic,” she breathed.

  “Caroline be best magic gift.” Erik put his arm around her shoulder and tugged her close before bending to give her a kiss. “And Erik the Blond be best gift for Caroline.”

  The church bells chimed. It was midnight. Christmas Day.

  “Gledelig Jul. Merry Christmas, true love,” Erik said, enfolding her in a firm embrace.

  “Merry Christmas, my heart wish,” Caroline answered as he lifted her into his strong arms and carried her back to the bedroom. “My magical Christmas Viking,” she added in a soft whisper against his ear. “This time, wear your Viking helmet, okay?”

  About the Author

  Imagine frantically trying to file your way out of a locked bathroom door with a teeny nail file, dressed in nothing but a too-small towel while you’re waiting for a real estate agent and a family with three small kids to arrive for a showing of your house.

  Okay, now picture the contents of a box of just-delivered sex toys (purely for research purposes, you understand) strewn on the bed just outside the same locked bathroom door.

  Welcome to the madcap real world of award-winning author Daisy Dexter Dobbs.

  With her works hailed as the best in screwball romantic comedy, Daisy firmly believes in the healing power of love and laughter, although she’s quick to disavow any notion that the often hilarious foibles and mishaps that frequently happen to befall her have any connection whatsoever with the zany predicaments of the characters in her romantic comedy novels.

  Uh-huh. Right.

  A Chicago native, Daisy now lives in the Pacific Northwest. She is happily married to her high school sweetheart, and has one child.

  Daisy welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

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