The Viking's Captive(56)



She shunted up the table and groaned. It was the kind of groan she made when he was buried deep in her cunny and seeking to bring them both pleasure.

He held his breath as his first shot of release coated her right buttock. Letting go of her other cheek, he directed the next pearly rope of pleasure to land on that side. He let out a bellow as wild sensations gripped his body and circulated in his blood.

The final spurt from his cock tip landed on the groove between her ass cheeks.

Halvor was gasping for breath as he slowed the movements on his cock and looked at the sight before him.

Duna’s shivering scarlet ass, coated in his seed was an image that would stay with him for a long time, or at least until he created it again.

He reached for a chair and sat, so his face was level with her ass.

“Master.” She made as if to straighten.

“No.” He applied a swift spank to her upper thigh.

“Ouch!” She bucked and the table legs scraped on the floor.

“I didn’t tell you to move.”

“Sorry, Master.” She rested back down.

“My seed should be inside you,” he said, running his fingers over her ass cheeks and gathering the warm liquid.

She didn’t reply, but when he edged down to her entrance and filled her with two wet fingers, she moaned and tugged at her bound wrists.

“Widen your legs,” he said.

She did as instructed and he slid deeper.

Her hips curled under, the way they had just before he’d found release, and she groaned.

Sly little Celt.

She was grinding her nub on the table, bringing herself pleasure.

Smiling, he withdrew, gathered more of his release and pushed back in; he went knuckle deep this time.

Again she groaned and rolled her hips on the wooden surface.

“You’re enjoying this?”

“Is it part of my punishment?”

“No, Duna, the punishment is over.” He paused and inhaled her sweet aroma, it was getting stronger as he fingered her deeper and with firmer strokes. “And now I would like you to find pleasure, like this, with my hand.”

“Master. I don’t know if I can.”

“I know you can, you’re working your special place on the table.”

“But.”

“You think I can’t see?”

“I… I can’t help it.”

“Don’t try to. Let it take you, the pleasure. I want to watch from here.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her cunny.

“Oh…” She ground her hips harder and moaned.

Halvor smiled and set to his task with a steady determination.

An ass tanned with the belt, then pleasure at his hand, should ensure Duna’s memory about mushrooms would be to his pleasing.

“Halvor. Oh…”

“Aye, let it take you.” Delicious wet noises were coming from her cunny as he worked her. He gripped her ass with his free hand, which was bobbing before him as she built the pressure in her nub.

“Oh, oh… it’s here.” She wailed and bucked.

He added another finger, stretching her, and thrusting the way he would with his cock.

She cried out, fighting the belt around her wrists as she arched then bowed her back.

With his free hand he brought a swift slap down on her sore ass.

She stilled with her head raised and her limbs seeming to turn to stone, then after a few glorious seconds, she curled forward and there was a gush of wetness from her cunny onto his fingers and into his palm.

“Good girl,” he said. “Stay with it.”

Her internal muscles were pulsing around his fingers, clenching and releasing. He adored the sensation and continued to work her as her pleasure extended. Once again she was grinding on the table, then pushing back onto him for more.

He kissed her ass cheeks, stood, leaned over and kissed the nape of her neck. He kept his fingers inside her.

“That’s… so much…” she gasped.

“You have taken punishment and pleasure well,” he said. “You’ve pleased me.”

“Thank you, Master.” She blew out a breath.

He pulled from her and undid the belt from her wrists. He then gathered her into arms and sat back down. Her body was limp and hot, and he positioned her on his lap with her ass between his thighs so it wasn’t touching anything. He’d meant what he’d said about it being painful to sit on today.

Her eyes were shut and he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and enjoying the feel of her small body pressed against his bare chest.

“It’s over now,” he said, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder and pulling her hair from the ribbon. “I’ve got you, and I will always be with you, my love.”





Chapter Twenty


Duna stayed cuddled up against her husband for some time. She may have dozed a little, she wasn’t sure, but her thoughts drifted and her heart rate settled.

He whispered soothing words to her, stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks.

Her ass was hot and tingling, and a deep sense of satisfaction made her cunny warm and soft.

Within Halvor’s arms she felt so safe and protected. Her warrior Viking would always take care of her, and see that she knew how to survive too, in this strange land.

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