Viking's Claim

by Madison Faye

  “Just like that, little bird,” he growls, hissing as I stroke his thickness. “Gods do your hands feel good.”

  “As good as my pussy?” I whisper, the very words making me even wetter as the heat sizzles through me.

  “Nay,” he growls. “Nothing in this world is as sweet as your pretty little cunt.”

  I wasn’t there, but I remember Catriona telling me a story about seeing one of her father’s banner men and the wife of another lord in the stables once. I remember her blushing as she told me about the woman dropping to her knees and… and putting her mouth on her lover’s cock. I blush fiercely, just like I did when she first told me the story. But suddenly, I get it. It’s an act I’ve never imagined before, but with Tor, it’s like I want to explore it all.

  I want to give him all of me, and to experience all of him. And very suddenly, I know exactly what I want to do.

  I lean up, kissing him hungrily as I stroke his cock against my soft tummy. Tor groans, one hand sliding around to grip my ass tightly, the other still cupping my breast.

  “I—I want to taste you,” I whisper heatedly, my face going red.

  And Tor groans.

  “Rhona—”

  “Let me taste you,” I moan, kissing him again before I slowly drop to my knees. My pulse races as I grip his cock and stroke it, shivering when it pulses in my grip. At eye level, it’s like he’s grown even bigger—his fat, swollen cock throbbing in my little hand. I stroke him again, and gasp when a big white drop of thick liquid beads at the head. It drops, landing on my thigh, and I pant as I start stroking him more. Another thick white droplet of it leaks from the crown, but this time, I act.

  I lean forward, and before I can second guess myself, I lap at it with my tongue.

  And Tor, growls.

  “Fuck, Rhona,” he hisses, his muscles rippling and tensing. I do it again, leaning forward and lapping at his crown with my tongue. Tor groans, and when his hand slides into my hair and tangles in it, a thrill blasts through me.

  “Is it good, my husband?” I husk. I lean in again, and this time, I part my lips. I kiss his swollen head, and slowly, my lips part and my mouth opens as I suck him inside. I moan deeply, the thick, hot feel of him on my tongue sending a rush through me. I push my mouth down further, tonguing the underside of him as I moan around his cock. Tor groans again, his hips pushing his cock deeper into my mouth as he grips my hair tight. I moan eagerly, hungry for everything he has for me as I hungrily suck on him. There’s a sweet taste to him that leaks out over my tongue, dripping into my mouth as I begin to bob my head up and down. I slide my lips down as far as they can, before sliding back up until just his fat crown is in my mouth.

  “Gods, Rhona,” he grunts, throwing his head back in pleasure as I moan and suck wickedly on his cock.

  “Your mouth is like heaven, little queen,” he groans, looking down at me. Our eyes lock, and I hold that gaze, loosing myself in his eyes as I bob my wet pouty lips up and down his gorgeous cock. My hands stroke the sizable amount of him that doesn’t fit, and just feeling how big he is has me dripping wet. I moan hungry around him, the taste of him on my tongue sending a thrill through me. My mouth waters, dripping down his thick shaft as I stroke and suck, moaning more and more as I lose myself in the act of worshiping his cock.

  “Gods do I love your pretty little mouth being so dirty for my cock,” Tor growls, his hands tightening in my hair and sending heat blazing through me. I moan and whimper around him more and more, stroking him faster as I try and swallow as much of him into the back of my throat as I can. Tor roars, throwing his head back and hissing in pleasure. His abs ripple, muscles tightening, and knowing all of this is from what I’m doing to him is like a power I’ve never felt before.

  I suck loudly and lewdly at his fat cock—wantonly, eagerly, hungrily. His muscles clench, his jaw twitches, and his eyes blaze right into mine as he watches me on my knees for him, swallowing his cock.

  Suddenly, he grunts, tensing as his hands gently pull me away from him. I gasp, my lips swollen and red and a strand of spit clings from my bottom lip to his bulging cock.

  “Was… was it okay?”

  He groans at my words, grinning as he sucks in a breath of air.

  “It was perfection, my love, but if you keep doing that—”

  “I know what will happen,” I purr huskily, licking my lips as I eye him. Heat flashes over his eyes, his jaw tightening as his cock throbs in my hand. I lean in to kiss his swollen crown, making him groan.

  “I know what will happen, and I want it,” I whisper. “I want to taste all of you, my lord.”

  Tor groans, his jaw clenching as I plant kisses down the side of his cock.

  “I am no lord, Rhona.”

  “Yes, you are,” I moan. “You’re my lord.”

  “I don’t own you,” he growls.

  “And yet, I’m all yours,” I purr right back. He groans as my mouth slides over him, bobbing, sucking, licking, and stroking. His cock swells bigger and bigger, stretching out my little mouth as more of his sticky sweet liquid covers my tongue.

  “You know what happens, do you,” he growls, this fierceness crossing his face. I moan, nodding as I swallow his cock, sucking wetly on him as I stroke his throbbing shaft.

  “Then make me come, little bird. Make me come with your naughty little mouth and let me fill it with my seed.”

  He groans, the sound sending a thrill through my core as his body tightens. He thrusts against my mouth, my tongue darts across the underside of him, and my hands stroke him. And suddenly, his cock swells huge in my small mouth.

  “Rhona—”

  I only moan, sucking him as deep as I can, until suddenly, I feel it.

  Tor’s thick cock pulses hotly in my mouth, and when I feel the first spurts of his hot, sticky seed splash over my tongue, I moan as the sinful thrill explodes through me. He’s sweet and salty, and I hungrily swallow him just as another spurt coats my tongue. And another, and another. I moan, trying to swallow everything he gives me, but it’s just too much. I cry out, pulling away, my hand still stroking him as jet after creamy white jet of his cum erupts from his crown. It lands in thick ropes across my breasts—hot on my skin as I gasp and just keep stroking. Tor roars, his hips bucking again and again before finally, his cock stops spurting.

  I moan softly, leaning in and taking him in my mouth again. I swirl my tongue around his crown, tasting him and loving it. But slowly, he pulls me away, growling as the fire blazes in his eyes. I gasp as he yanks me up, scooping me into his arms and kissing me fiercely and wildly. We cross the room in seconds, and when he throws me down on the bed, I shriek in pleasure and excitement.

  Tor looms over me as he crawls up onto the bed, his eyes blazing into mine.

  “You vixen, you,” he growls fiercely. I blush, biting my lip as our eyes lock.

  “Me?”

  “You,” he groans, his eyes hungry. My gaze slides down his body, to his still very hard, very thick, very throbbing cock, and I moan softly.

  “Spread your legs, little bird,” he growls, pushing between them. He’s still so hard, and I gasp as I watch him stroke himself. My legs spread wide, and when he spreads them wider around his hips, I whimper, knowing he’s going to take me, like he did before.

  I blush as I reach for a blanket, pulling it towards the sticky mess on my breasts and tummy, but Tor just grins as he shakes his head, tugging the blanket corner from my hand.

  “Uh-uh, love,” he growls, his eyes fierce. “Leave it where it is. I want my cum on you. I want my seed covering you, marking you as mine. I want to see it glistening on your skin when I take you.”

  He tugs my legs up, spreading them around his grooved, muscled hips, and when he pushes his hips to mine and lets his thick, gorgeous cock tease over my lips, I cry out. He eases the head against my opening, and even though I’m not a virgin anymore, and even as dripping wet as I am, I can feel just how big he is against my tight little cunt. He pushes, and I cry out i
n pleasure as I feel myself slowly start to open for him.

  “Let me in, little bird,” he groans, his body tensing as he strains to slide his cock into my slick, tight opening. “Open your little cunt for me and let me fill it with my cock. Let me fuck my wife how she deserves to be fucked.”

  His cock slides halfway in, and I cry out in pleasure, writhing under him. My nails rake down his biceps, and when he pushes in even more, I throw my hand back and moan. Tor groans in pleasure as he slides into me, sinking his thick cock deep in my pussy, pushing inch after inch until I cry out at how massive he feels in my tight little cunt. He leans down, and when our lips crush together, he slams the rest of him deep inside. I scream in pleasure into his mouth, clinging to him and wrapping my legs tight around him. I lock my ankles together, keeping him there so deep inside of me with his cum drying on my skin and his lips claiming mine.

  We grind and rock together, urging each other on as he slides out and then all the way back in, sinking his gorgeous, huge cock deep inside of me. His hand slides between us, his thumb rolling my clit in maddeningly slow circles as he starts to take me harder, and faster. His cock pistons in and out of me, sending me reeling and spreading heat through my entire body as I lose myself in him.

  His drives into me again and again, and when his thumb presses down on my little button, suddenly, I lose it. I scream in pleasure as I throw my head back, my body arching off the bed against him as the climax erupts through me. He never slows, never ceases, just keeps fucking me with deep, powerful, even thrusts, fucking me right through my climax as I beg for more.

  Tor pulls out suddenly, his muscles tight and heaving, his thick, long cock bobbing heavy from his grooved abs. He’s slick with me, glistening in the candlelight, and when he pulls me up and kisses me fiercely, I melt against him.

  But Tor has other plans.

  I whimper as spins me around, and when he pushes me down across the bed, my pulse thunders in my ears.

  “Yes,” I gasp, feeling him move behind me. His big, strong hands stroke my skin, pushing my body and positioning me exactly where he wants to. My cheek rests against the bed, and when his hands tug my ass up in the air, I moan as I feel him move in behind me. He teases his swollen head up and down my eager lips, and the thrill of being taken like this—like a beast— has my heart racing as I ache for him to fill me again.

  “Spread those pretty thighs, little love,” he growls into my ear, teasing me with his cock head. “Spread those pretty thighs and let me fuck this little cunt like it ought to be fucked. Let me fuck you like no little lordling ever could. I’m going to rut into you like a beast, on all fours, begging for my cum.”

  His filthy words are fuel for the fire inside of me, and I moan for more and more as I feel him start to push inside. He growls, and I cry out in pleasure as I feel him suddenly push forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me. His size takes my breath away, filling me up entirely and stretching me wide. And God is it good.

  One of Tor’s hands grabs my ass tightly, spreading me lewdly open for him as he thrusts into me. His hand is so big that even as he grips me, his thumb is able to tease down the crease of my ass. And when I feel him start to rub my most private hole, I whimper in forbidden pleasure. His thumb rolls and swirls over my asshole, sending shivers of illicit pleasure through my core as I thrust back into him.

  His other hand teases up my side, cupping my breast from behind and tugging at my nipple as I clamp down around him, flooding him with more of my slickness as I come again. His hand slides over my back, and when it tangles in my hair, he grips it right as I cry out. Tor growls, snarling like a wild animal as he fucks me. His hand tugs at my hair, sending a thrill through me as he utterly claims me.

  I can feel my body rolling towards that edge again, and this time, I know it’s going to shatter me. The way he’s shattered everything about me so beautifully.

  “Tor!” I cry out, bouncing on his cock and thrusting back to see him. “Oh God, I’m—I—you’re…”

  Nonsensical words tumble from my lips, my whole world stats to fade at the edges, and all I know is the hot, thick, ceaseless feeling of his big cock plunging into me again and again.

  “You want to come for me, little love?” Tor snarls crouched above me tugging my hair and gripping my ass as he pounds me—fucking me hard and deep and so thoroughly that I wonder how anything in life will ever top the feeling. He so huge above me, completely dominating and owning me as he plunges his big cock into me again and again as the whole world starts to blur at the edges.

  “Go ahead, my love. Go ahead and make this little cunt come for me. Come with me, Rhona. Come for me while I fill your little pussy with my cum. Take my cock and take my cum, my little queen.”

  He thrusts into me, gripping me tight, owning me, dominating me, and when he grinds so deep and fills me to the brim with his thickness, I lose all control. I lose it, I fall, and I go crashing over the edge.

  I cry out in pleasure, clutching at the bedclothes and shuddering in pleasure as wave after wave of it thunders through me. I gasp, my toes curling and my nipples dragging over the sheets as the climax erupts through my body. Tor roars like a beast, thrusting into me again and again, pushing me from one climax to another, before suddenly, he groans as he sheathes himself to the hilt inside of my cunt. His cock throbs, and I feel it.

  I moan as the thick jets of his seed erupt into me—hot ropes of his sticky cum coating my womb and squirting into me as we both cry and shudder on the bed, writhing together in ecstasy.

  I’m gasping, panting for air as I feel him slowly roll us to our sides, his cock still rock-hard and deep inside of me as he wraps his huge, muscled arms around me and holds me close. His lips kiss my neck gently, soothing me, giving me warmth and love as I shudder in my aftershocks, utterly and completely spent.

  …Utterly and completely his.

  My eyes start to close, the adrenaline flooding out of me as start to sink into sleep. I try and fight it, struggling to stay awake, but Tor just chuckles behind me.

  “No, sleep, my love.”

  “You… what did…” I groan, snuggling back into him and kissing his arms—loving that I’m still filled with his cock.

  “What did you do to me?”

  “Exactly what I’m going to do to you the second you wake up,” he purrs into my ear. “Now sleep, my love.”

  “Goodnight,” I murmur sleepily, my eyes closing, and I know I couldn’t keep them open if I tried.

  “Goodnight, husband,” I whisper happily.

  “Goodnight, wife,” he growls back.

  And I fade to sleep.

  That is, until I wake up.

  It’s the dark that comes just before the light when I do. The kind of pitch darkness where it takes a moment to see your hand in front of your face. Around me, the entire camp is silent, and so I know it must be very early morning. But still, something woke me.

  I blink, stirring as I sit up in the bed. Tor’s big arm is still wrapped around me, and I smile happily as I kiss his hand before gently moving it away. There’s a part of me that pouts that his cock is no longer inside of me as I woke, but I want to roll my eyes at myself for being so… so… wanton. So eager. So hungry for him.

  But then, he’s mine, and I’m his. And what I crave I can have any time. It’s a thought that makes me smile wickedly as the heat teases through me. Part of me wants to wake him for exactly that—perhaps climbing on top of him or slipping under the covers and rousing him with my mouth. But there’s a stillness outside that’s just so peaceful and intriguing that I find myself slipping from the bed instead.

  I tug on his tunic, which fits me like a dress just past my knees, and I slip out the tent flaps. The camp is fast asleep—even the later night revelers who I’m sure were drinking by the fire up until recently. Beside Tor’s tent, there’s a small stream that flows through the camp—probably why they set up here. It’s not wide—nothing you couldn’t step across with a little jump, and my eye
s follow it through the camp before tracing it back to Tor’s tent, and then the other way, where it disappears into the woods.

  I know it’s late, and I know what I really want is bed, back with the man who’s stolen my heart. But it’s so beautiful out, and with the moon turning the little stream to quicksilvers darting through the trees, I can’t resist. I turn, and with my bare feet on the soft carpet of moss, dirt, and pine needles, I follow the silvery stream into the woods.

  I don’t get far before I find the little pool where it begins, and through a pile of rocks, the spring that feeds it. I step lightly over to it, dipping a toe into the freezing cold pool and giggling as the iciness. I dip my foot deeper before jumping back with a grin. No, that’s too cold, even if it is beautiful. So instead, I lower myself to the bank, sitting on the soft moss and hugging my knees to myself.

  It’s so peaceful, and part of me even considers falling back asleep out here on the soft forest floor, even though I know I should head back. But just then, I hear the soft steps of him behind me, and I grin.

  “Oh good,” I purr softly, reaching back for him with one hand as I gaze at the pool. “I was just about to come find you. Isn’t it beautiful?”

  “Oh, very.”

  I freeze, my heart jumping into my throat.

  “Pretty if not for the whore sitting next to it.”

  I lurch to my feet at the sound of Lord Chauntleroy’s voice, but he’s faster. Or rather, the ten men with him are faster. I open my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand clamps over my mouth, silencing my cry. I thrash, screaming muffled screams into the hand anyways as I thrash to break free. But it’s not happening, and as they start to drag me away, my blood runs cold as I struggle.

  I bite at the hand, but the glove is a soldier’s glove, and the man it belongs to just chuckles as he grips me tighter.

  “You little whore,” Lord Chauntleroy sneers at me as the whole group of us trample away from the Viking camp, and from Tor.