Cum For The Viking 4 (The Sins of the Virgins) Page 4

  I buried my face in my hands, hiding my shame.

  Chapter Six

  I spent the day sewing the torn remnants of my tunic. Then I brushed out my hair, arranging the golden strands into a bun and securing it with pins. A wimple hid my handywork, yet the appearance of modesty helped me to face myself, especially in light of the events of the night before. I was now prepared for whatever the evening might have in store.

  When the door opened, I was shocked to see not only the king, but also Lord Vapnfjord, who looked as blonde and handsome as ever. His expression remained neutral, as it fell upon me. I felt twinges of regret and bitterness at the way we had parted.

  “You’ve been acquainted with this young woman, I’ve been told.” Randver removed his chainmail, the heavy item dropping to the carpet.

  “I have.”

  “She’s a delight.”

  “She was.” His dour expression held more than a hint of indifference.

  “Ari!”

  “Yes, my Liege?”

  “Bring us mead.”

  The servant bowed deferentially. “At once, my Liege.”

  There was a chair by the fire, and Randver dragged over another from behind the desk. “Let’s sit.”

  I remained near the window, my heart pounding wildly. When Vikings assembled, sex usually followed shortly after drink, and I held my breath, wondering if I would be forced to service them.

  “I’m arranging a meeting tonight to deal with the uprising,” said Randver. “We mustn’t let them gain the upper hand. If we do nothing, their numbers will grow.”

  “We’ve weakened them considerably. We’ve taken all the horses. Once the insurrection is put down, we can focus again on plunder. This area is nearly exhausted in that respect. I’m planning on sailing south soon…or perhaps north…”

  “What?”

  “I might settle here.”

  Randver appeared aghast. “Have you lost your mind?”

  “I’ve met a woman.”

  “It’s always a woman, isn’t it?” he barked with laughter. “It never ceases to amaze me the power these wenches hold between their legs.” He glanced my way, and I avoided him by staring at my fingernails. “Don’t let their pious exterior fool you.”

  “Believe, me, I haven’t.” Finn got to his feet. “I’ll send missives to the lords. We’ll need to prepare ourselves. We’ve been lucky so far, but these men will take up arms soon enough. Our days are numbered, but the pickings will be just as sweet elsewhere.” He glanced at me. “Where’s Emma?”

  The question took me by surprise. “Uh…she’s with my parents.”

  “Why would they leave you behind?”

  “The monastery was raided, and…they fled without me.”

  He seemed to find this reasoning suspect, his eyes hardening. “This woman’s father is an influential lord. He has power. What’s he up to?”

  “I think I’ve a good idea.”

  “Indeed.”

  “Where’s your father, Charlotte?”

  “I haven’t a clue. You Viking vermin will be eradicated soon enough. I wouldn’t get too comfortable in my home, if I were you.”

  “Ah, these highborn sluts are precious, aren’t they?” Finn’s smile held an edge of steal. “You’ve enjoyed yourself plenty with me and my men. You were hardly adverse to my charms. I suspect you’re giving our king a good run.” He grinned. “Has she satisfied you well, my Liege?”

  “Very well.”

  “Her sister’s near, I suspect. There’s another willing piece of ass, if ever I met one. I’ve had them both at once. I highly recommend it.”

  I jumped to my feet, as anger had me glaring through a haze of red. “You…you…bastard!” The Abbot had a collection of owls; some were carved from stone, ivory, and wood. Luckily, the stone owl was nearby, and I grasped it, flinging it at Finn, who ducked. “You black-hearted, soulless, smug, er… saurigr skítkarl!” There. During my enslavement, I had learned a bit of Old Norse. I felt a twinge of pride for having called him a dirty bastard. The men roared with laughter, the edges of their eyes crinkling. I flung another owl; the wood carving cracked against the wall, tumbling to the carpet. “Ouf!” I crossed my arms over my chest and sat, stewing in indignation.

  “I’m off,” said Finn. “I’ll messenger you when the meeting is set.”

  “Good. I leave as well. I’ve supplies to check.”

  “And gold to count.”

  He slapped the warrior on the back. “Indeed. Let’s take stock, shall we?” He glanced my way, winking. “I’ll be with you later, sweetling.” That statement mortified me beyond words, and I glared at him. “My man will attend to you.”

  What did he mean by that?

  Hours passed before there was a noise at the door. The key turned, and Ari entered with a tray. “Supper is ready.” There was a carafe of wine, a wedge of cheese, and sliced bread. Ham had been placed on a plate.

  “Thank you.”

  He bowed slightly before taking his leave. I had barely finished eating when he returned, carrying a pitcher, which I suspected was filled with water. He placed it in front of the fire, but first, he added new logs along with kindling. I assumed he would leave, but he stared at me, his pale gaze lingering.

  “Th-thank you.”

  “I’m to prepare you for tonight, Lady Colby.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He withdrew a bar of soap and a linen cloth from a deep pocket in the sides of his pants. “My orders are to clean you…thoroughly.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath. “I’ll never submit to that.”

  “I’ve been given exact directions in how to prepare you. I will follow them exactly.”

  “Go to hell.” I’d suffered enough indignities for one day. I was certainly not going to let a servant add to my misery. “Get out.”

  “This is my Liege’s bedchamber—”

  “It’s the Abbot’s, you Viking scum.”

  “We mustn’t make this unpleasant. My task is to clean and oil you. Nothing more.” His expression was neutral, yet there was tension in him. I could tell by the way he carried himself.

  Oil me? “And if I refuse?”

  “I’ll take you down as you are, and the men can deal with you.”

  I gasped. “How many men?”

  “Several.”

  “Am I being prepared for them?”

  “Yes.”

  Now it was all very clear; my spirits sank. I was to be trussed up like a whore…again and made to entertain the heathens, much like when I was Finn’s hostage.

  His look was sympathetic. “This will be pleasurable, Lady Colby. You’ve nothing to fear.”

  “But…” Tears were in my eyes. “I’m a harlot now. You’ve made me into a whore. My family will disown me.”

  “They weren’t invited.”

  “This is terrible.” I sat in the chair and held my face in my hands, while my wimple fell around me. “I’ll light on fire, if I ever set foot in a church again.”

  His hand was on my back. “That’s not true. Firstly, you can foster the blame solely on the Vikings. Secondly, no one will know what happens here. No one. This is a private meeting, and you’ll be worshipped; I promise you that.”

  “I don’t want to be worshipped. I want my home back, and I want my husband to rescue me, although he’s probably dead.”

  Ari knelt before me. “Listen. We’re nearly done here. Every house in Dorset’s been looted to its doorknobs. The men are going south soon. They won’t bring women with them, as there will be fresh…er…oh, never mind. The point I’m trying to make is that we’re leaving soon. Your suffering will end shortly.”

  I glanced at him. “What will you do to me?”

  “Bathe you, oil you, and send you down.”

  My mind taunted; you will be worshipped.

  Oh, shut up!

  “Fine. I don’t care anymore.” It was useless to fight them anyhow.

  “Excellent. Undress, and come before the f
ire. The water should be warmer.”

  I removed my belt and tunic, lifting the underdress over my head and discarding it on the floor. I pulled off my woolen socks, feeling utterly exposed, and glared at Ari, who eyed me impassively. He dunked the cloth in the water, applying a thin layer of soap, and then he began to cleanse me, moving over my arms, breasts, and legs. He rinsed the cloth and began anew, nearing my buttocks and lower, grazing my pussy. I stood as still as possible, staring at the fire, while cursing him silently. To my horror, he spent far too much time between my legs, soaping and then wiping, over and over. With each pass, he grazed my nub, which had begun to protrude.

  “Good. Now for the oil.”

  “Is this really necessary?”

  “I’m following orders.”

  “Ugh,” I grumbled.

  He held a small bottle, pouring a clear fluid onto the palm of his hand. It smelled of almonds, sweet and fragrant. Firm fingers massaged my shoulders and arms, working in seductive circles. I remained standing, although I longed to sit and enjoy this aspect of the ordeal.

  “Can I sit?”

  “Not yet.”

  My back received his attention; my muscles were firmly kneaded, while he continued to coat me in oil. His hands drifted to my hips, then my thighs, where they turned inwards, caressing the soft skin in-between. He was standing behind me, so close in fact, that I could feel his breath on my neck. The hairs stood up on my arms, and I began to tingle in places I shouldn’t. He moved alarmingly close to my pussy, grazing me more than once.

  “Are you finished now?” My voice held a hint of panic.

  “Almost,” he murmured. “There are other areas that need oil, Milady.”

  “What areas?”

  His hand slid between my thighs touching me intimately. “Here. You’re to be thoroughly oiled here.”

  Chapter Seven

  “No!”

  “Yes.” His breath was on my neck. “But you may lay down.” I dropped to my knees, mostly to get away from his disturbing proximity. “On your stomach.”

  I hid my face in the fur, not wanting to look at him. His hands were on my back, massaging, but drifting lower quickly, which was alarming. He slid over my buttocks, stroking and dribbling more oil, as drops fell between my legs. The tension that had begun to strum inside of me was nearly unbearable; my body could not help responding to his gentle touch. I squeezed my eyes shut and imagined myself in church, kneeling in a pew, and reciting prayers. My concentration was such that the faint smell of incense lingered briefly, but this holy imagining was no match for his hand, which had drifted between my cheeks.

  “Oh!”

  “Just relax.”

  “Stop touching me and I will.”

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No.”

  “Exactly.”

  He slid into the silken thatch of my pussy, driving against my nub. Not content to tease, he entered me, spearing me seductively with a single finger, but a moment later, he added another, opening me considerably.

  “Ommm…” I hadn’t meant to, but my buttocks lifted from the rug, driving his fingers in deeper. The sensations this provoked set off a naughty chain of events, as my body began to hum with need, wanting to be satisfied. “Please…stop…”

  His laughter filled the room. “I don’t think you want me to.”

  I lifted my bottom again, taking him deeper. His other hand was on me, massaging my cheeks and drifting closer to my buttcrack. His thumb drew circles around my clit, leaving me trembling and burning; the edges of orgasm were gathering. He seemed to sense this, thereby removing his thumb from my throbbing womanhood. The fingers in my pussy continued to stroke deeply, satisfying the burning itch.

  “Ommmm…” I moaned helplessly, while more oil landed on my buttocks. He had found the tight little opening, playing with it by gently sliding the tip of his finger into me. “Ooohh…no…”

  I desperately wanted him to rub my clitoris again, but he seemed intent on other things, like opening my anus. This brought a tiny bit of discomfort, as the muscles slowly expanded. I moved restlessly beneath him, squirming, trying to get him to stroke me higher, where I had begun to tingle in earnest now.

  “How are you feeling?” Out of frustration, I grasped his hand, bringing it to where I needed it, but he snatched it away quickly, laughing, “Not so fast.”

  I turned to glare at him, feeling confused, conflicted, and alarmingly aroused. “What are you doing?”

  “My job, Lady Colby.”

  “Stop teasing me.” The gleam in his eye confirmed my suspicions.

  “I’m not finished yet. Lie down.”

  I huffed with indignation. “You Vikings…are horrible.”

  “And to think, your suffering has only just begun. At this minute, there are several men waiting for you. Each of them is in possession of a very stiff cock.”

  This comment had a horrific affect on me. Instead of being repulsed and shocked, every nerve ending in my body suddenly sprang to life, which left me shivering with anticipation. I was far too aroused to think clearly, my senses having been led astray. At that moment, all I wanted was for him to finish what he started. I desperately needed relief from the distracting tingling in my pussy.

  I lay on the fur waiting for what would happen next. He poured more oil, leaving my shoulders and back soft and smooth, as he kneaded away the remaining stiffness. Talented fingers drifted downwards, nearing my bottom again. He caressed me with little circles, dipping between my crack and lower. I moaned when he grazed my nub, the hardened mass was incredibly responsive.

  “Oh, yes…more…more…”

  Again a finger slid into my anus, and it was followed by a second, which brought a sharp twinge of discomfort. This began to lessen as he slipped in and out with the aid of more oil. Ari knew when I was close to leaping over into the abyss, because he would stop rubbing at that precise moment. I bit my lip, silently cursing him. At one point I had been extremely close, just a hairsbreadth away, but he had pulled back in the nick of time. A moment later, he stopped touching me altogether.

  “You’re ready now.”

  “Oh, you horrible man.”

  He smiled slightly. “Wear this.” He handed me a blanket. “I’ll escort you to King Gunnlaug now.”

  I hadn’t meant to pout, although I must have looked ridiculous with my bottom lip protruding, because he stared at my mouth at that moment. We were only inches apart. For a servant, he was a handsome looking man with kind eyes, although he wasn’t as large as a warrior. Had he ever lifted a sword? He’d been responsible for the condition I was in now, the intense burning in my belly and the throbbing of my sex. These emotions had clouded my judgment and taken away my good sense. He wasn’t unaffected, as the bulge in his trousers revealed.

  He paused too long, his expression, which he tried to mask, gave him away. I took advantage of this momentary weakness by wrapping my arms around his neck and attacking him with my mouth, kissing him desperately; my loss of control was now complete. I thought he would push me away. I thought he would be stronger, but he was just a man after all. He kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. Within a second, I was in his lap, pressing into his erection, which hit my clitoris, sparking a renewed need in me.

  “Ooohh…” I groaned against his soft lips. His hands went to my hips, pulling me closer, until I could feel the tip of his cock at my portal, but his pants were in the way. “Oh, please…oh…God. Don’t wait. Fuck me. Fuck me now!”

  He uttered something under his breath in Old Norse. It sounded like a curse. Then he untied his braes, releasing his cock, which I grasped, feeling the hardened, heated length. Within a second he was buried inside of me, and I gasped with delight, relishing the intensity of the feeling.

  “Oh, yes!”

  “Lady Colby!”

  “Charlotte,” I breathed. “Call me Charlotte.”

  I had all the control, as I ground myself into him, taking every inch and then some. Our mouths met, fusi
ng in a wet, sensual kiss, while I pleasured myself, my nub rubbing against his pelvis. This position gave me exactly what I wanted, and the orgasm I had so craved would be mine in moments. His hands gripped my bottom, while he thrust upwards, filling me completely.

  “Oh, God…ooohhh…it’s so good.”

  His lips were on my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling firm, hot flesh. His expression was veiled with lust, his eyelids half closed. In a moment of blind passion, I attacked his neck, sucking and producing bruises. The muscles in my lower anatomy contracted around him, throbbing and helpless with want. I was on the edge of bliss, the cliff was in reach, and I was going to jump off.

  I flung my head back, screaming, “Take me, you filthy Viking! Oohhh….”

  He murmured something in a language I didn’t understand, thrusting and stiffening. We clung together, our hearts thumping wildly, as we fell from the pinnacle of surrender, one blissful contraction at a time. I collapsed against him utterly spent and replete.

  “I’ll be in trouble now.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I know you don’t. It won’t be your hide that gets tanned.”

  “You Vikings can go to hell.”

  His arms tightened around me. “I’m jealous of my king.”

  “Why? You’ve just taken what was his.”

  “I have…but I’m greedy. I want you again.”

  “You poor little servant. Once is all you’re going to get.” I glanced at him, seeing a man torn and unhappy. It pleased me that I had affected him in this manner. My only weapon was my sex, and I had just learned how to use it.

  “Beautiful woman.”

  His cock was slowly losing its hardness. “Thank you.”

  “I’m to send you down now. I’ve…failed in my duties.”

  “I don’t think so. You were marvelous.”