The Viking's Captive(66)

She clenched her hole tight. It felt strange without the switch, even after such a short length of time.

The switch clattered to the floor, and then with it the butter bowl.

“Keep still,” he said, when she went to look. “I need to coat my cock in butter, to ease the way. This is not like your cunny.”

“I understand.”

It took Halvor only seconds to coat his cock, then the wide domed head was at her hole.

“Oh, no. I don’t think this will work.” He felt impossibly wide.

“It will.” He slipped his right hand around her hip and settled his fingers on her pleasure nub. With the other he clasped her waist. “Now trust me or you’ll be spanked and taken in the ass… at the same time.”

“Oh, no, Master.” How would she survive that?

She gasped as he applied pressure to her hole. At the same time he rubbed over her nub.

“Bear down,” he said. “Let me give you this, sweet wife. I promise you will enjoy it as much as I.”

“Halvor.” She did as he’d asked and her tight ring widened around his cock tip as he pushed forward.

He was unrelenting and continued to drive slowly forward as he worked her nub.

She barely knew which sensation to concentrate on. It was so much, so intense.

“Good, that is it.”

She was aware of the flare of his glans popping into her. She was stretched wide, but it didn’t hurt.

He continued his slow journey, filling her, his way eased by the butter.

The dense, solid invasion was dark and erotic and she soon found she wanted more. She wanted to please him and find her pleasure this way.

“For the love of Odin,” he groaned. “You are taking me beautifully.”

“Please, bring me pleasure.”

“I intend to.” He worked her nub harder and she was aware of the pressure beginning to build. Sweat popped on her body. She pushed back for more and was rewarded with Halvor’s balls against her cunny. He’d reached full depth.

“Take it,” he said. “Take the pleasure. Mine will soon be here.”

She had no choice; his fingers were skilled. He knew how to make her cry out his name with bliss.

He withdrew his cock a little, then slipped back in.

Duna cried out, not from discomfort, but from happiness. She had her husband inside her and pleasure was about to claim her body.

“Now,” he said, repeating the action with his cock and rubbing her nub harder and faster. “Now.”

Hot shards of pleasure erupted from her nub, spreading to her cunny and rear. The joy spread over her hot, quivering bottom up her back and to her breasts, which were jostling with each of Halvor’s thrusts.

She yelled his name, dragged in breath, and curled her toes until the soles of her feet ached.

“My wife. I own you,” he yelled, then shot his seed into her. “You are mine… for all of time.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” She could hardly breathe as her ass spasmed around the root of his cock. “Always, my love.”

On and on he took her ass, until she was sure he’d be drained dry of seed.

Her cunny pulsed and trembled and she shifted away from his fingers still pressing on her nub. It was always so sensitive after she’d claimed pleasure.

“Duna,” he gasped, leaning over her, his cock still buried deep. “I cannot tell you… how amazing that was.” He kissed the base of her neck. “Tell me it was good for you too.”

“Yes, husband. It was.”

“I only ever want to please you.”

“You do, always.”

He kissed her again, then trailed his lips down her back and pulled from her hole.

She tightened all the muscles in her pelvis. The flesh was tender, hot, and sensitive. It was a sensation she enjoyed. But the rest of her was exhausted and her skin rapidly cooling.

“Here,” he said, reaching for the blanket and resting it over her shoulders. “I do not wish for you to catch a chill.”

“So hold me.” She clutched it around herself and turned.

“I will… in one moment.” He reached for the switch and the spilled butter.

Duna flopped back on the bed with her head on a pillow so she could watch him.

Still naked, he walked to a pail of water. He used it to wash the butter bowl, then splash water over his groin, then he set the handle end of the switch in it.

“Come to me,” she said, wanting his arms around her. Emotions were spinning in her mind. She needed his strength to help her keep her thoughts together as she calmed from the high of their coupling.

“Be patient.” He reached for his tunic and pulled out a cream envelope.

Duna’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen anything like it since she’d arrived in Norseland. “What’s that?”

“It is for you.”

“For me? Who from? You?”

He came to the bed, sat, and held it out to her. “No, it comes from Nadir, before that the reverend. It is my understanding this thing, whatever it is, has been on a long journey to reach you.”

She sat forward and read the front.



Duna Terin of Shet Isles.

Assumed residence Halvor Stein of Gorstein,

Norseland.



“I… I recognize the hand.” Her words came out shakily. Could it be true?