Aussie_Wolf
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Erik Magnusson stood at the prow of the large Dragon boat and watched as the shoreline came into view. He and his raiders had been pillaging up the English coast for the last several weeks and had been away from home for several months. They should have been sailing for home, but the scouts had returned with word of a semi large village with hardly any defences but teaming with ripe riches to plunder. Livestock, Women, a church and what looked like a nobles house.
Erik had immediately set sail for it. Raiding had proven good this season but his men could use a very good haul to finish things off before the long winter ahead. Besides he himself was still looking for a good looking woman to warm his bed. His wife had recently fallen ill and he had become bored of the slaves he did have. Unfortunately the woman he had found were hardly worth his time. Oh he had enjoyed his fair share of time with them of course, but none were worth fighting over to bring back to his home. Let the others do that, he would wait until there was one worthy to claim. He just had to hope this village provided her.
The Vikings put on the motley assortment of armor and weapons and picked up their shields. He had planned the attack like many others he had led. The boats were rowed right up onto land and two warriors per boat left to secure them while the others made haste towards the village. It was still so early even the roosters were not up and the stars had not fled the sky. If they did have guards on duty Erik knew most would not be awake. Years of nothing happening lulled even the most firm believer into a false sense of security.
As it was this village did not even have a wall and the Vikings quickly spread throughout the place. Soon forty hardened warriors were in place and the sound of a large owl cried through the night. Simultaneously every door was kicked in and warriors rushed into houses pulling out frightened women and children and slaughtering any males over the age of twelve.
Erik led the assault on the most substantial house and found two would be guards on duty and one was actually semi awake. He actually managed to take a swing at him and Erik laughed as he easily took the clumsy swing on his shield and caved in the man's head with the large warhammer he carried in his hand. Still the man had died fighting and he respected him for that. He paused and made the sign of Thor over the man. He hoped he was wherever his god promised him for he had died with honor. Stepping over the body he continued deeper into the house.
His practised eyes roamed over the fixtures and a smile spread over his face. There was gold here. Candlesticks, trinkets and plates. For that to be on display meant that there was jewels somewhere as well. He had been right to risk the raid, they would make a good profit this season.
A commotion drew his attention and he walked in further and found several men in the kitchen with the servants. They were actually the lucky ones, well the males anyway. They would be the only fighting aged men to survive tonight along with any priests they found. They made good slaves as they were already used to serving and knew good trades. His men were already slapping the chains on them and eyeing up the women.
“Remember, One hour and leave them whole. We need to be able to sell them,” he reminded them although he didn't really need to. His crew's knew the rules and the punishment for disobeying him. One man had already joined the ranks of the non males who would be serving the priests when they got home, if he survived his injury that was.
Searching the rest of the house Erik directed the looting of it until he came to a barred door. Well it seemed the owners didn't like the way he was redecorating. He gathered four strong men with him then began to attack the door with an axe. It actually rebounded off without leaving much of a scratch. He shook his head and smiled. Good wood. However he knew how to get through these things. He looked for and found his cousins boy on his first raid. He had kept him beside him and made sure had survived although he had not had to do much. The boy was a natural fighter and would make his father proud. “Brand run back to the ship and grab Ragnarok, and be quick about it or you will be feeling my boot up your ass and you won't be getting your dick wet.”
The men with him laughed as his face turned white at that last threat and he ran out of the house like Fenris himself was after him. Within ten minutes the boy was back carrying a large two Handed warhammer bigger than himself and puffing in exhaustion. Smiling Erik took it from him And gestured everyone back. Flexing his large muscles he picked up the large hammer and swung it with all his might hitting the door just near the handle.
It shook violently but did not give way, and he struck again and again. By the third strike the door was shaking violently and on the fifth the sound of splintering woodwork and crashing stone was heard and the door crashed inward. Grimly he stepped inside the large hammer held across his chest and found a large portly man, an older woman that still had some of the good looks she had as a younger woman and a young girl that had inherited all of them.
She was a vision and he could already feel himself getting hard in his breeches. Now this was the woman he had been searching for. He would be claiming her as his so no other could put there hands on his prize. “Right as Raid leader, I am claiming the girl as my prize. No one is to touch her but me.” He heard groans from all around him but each called out Aye.
Then he looked at the man and woman. Obviously they were rich, but were they rich enough to have friends that would pay to get them back. “Sven, Olaf, Brand, Wulf, Escort them to the ship. We will see if there is anyone that will pay a ransom for these two. If not we kill them. Magnus, guard the door and see that I am not disturbed for a little while. I have a new slave to break in.”
He watched as the men left then turned to the girl. “You, what is your name Girl? I hate not knowing the name of a woman I am about to fuck.”
Erik had immediately set sail for it. Raiding had proven good this season but his men could use a very good haul to finish things off before the long winter ahead. Besides he himself was still looking for a good looking woman to warm his bed. His wife had recently fallen ill and he had become bored of the slaves he did have. Unfortunately the woman he had found were hardly worth his time. Oh he had enjoyed his fair share of time with them of course, but none were worth fighting over to bring back to his home. Let the others do that, he would wait until there was one worthy to claim. He just had to hope this village provided her.
The Vikings put on the motley assortment of armor and weapons and picked up their shields. He had planned the attack like many others he had led. The boats were rowed right up onto land and two warriors per boat left to secure them while the others made haste towards the village. It was still so early even the roosters were not up and the stars had not fled the sky. If they did have guards on duty Erik knew most would not be awake. Years of nothing happening lulled even the most firm believer into a false sense of security.
As it was this village did not even have a wall and the Vikings quickly spread throughout the place. Soon forty hardened warriors were in place and the sound of a large owl cried through the night. Simultaneously every door was kicked in and warriors rushed into houses pulling out frightened women and children and slaughtering any males over the age of twelve.
Erik led the assault on the most substantial house and found two would be guards on duty and one was actually semi awake. He actually managed to take a swing at him and Erik laughed as he easily took the clumsy swing on his shield and caved in the man's head with the large warhammer he carried in his hand. Still the man had died fighting and he respected him for that. He paused and made the sign of Thor over the man. He hoped he was wherever his god promised him for he had died with honor. Stepping over the body he continued deeper into the house.
His practised eyes roamed over the fixtures and a smile spread over his face. There was gold here. Candlesticks, trinkets and plates. For that to be on display meant that there was jewels somewhere as well. He had been right to risk the raid, they would make a good profit this season.
A commotion drew his attention and he walked in further and found several men in the kitchen with the servants. They were actually the lucky ones, well the males anyway. They would be the only fighting aged men to survive tonight along with any priests they found. They made good slaves as they were already used to serving and knew good trades. His men were already slapping the chains on them and eyeing up the women.
“Remember, One hour and leave them whole. We need to be able to sell them,” he reminded them although he didn't really need to. His crew's knew the rules and the punishment for disobeying him. One man had already joined the ranks of the non males who would be serving the priests when they got home, if he survived his injury that was.
Searching the rest of the house Erik directed the looting of it until he came to a barred door. Well it seemed the owners didn't like the way he was redecorating. He gathered four strong men with him then began to attack the door with an axe. It actually rebounded off without leaving much of a scratch. He shook his head and smiled. Good wood. However he knew how to get through these things. He looked for and found his cousins boy on his first raid. He had kept him beside him and made sure had survived although he had not had to do much. The boy was a natural fighter and would make his father proud. “Brand run back to the ship and grab Ragnarok, and be quick about it or you will be feeling my boot up your ass and you won't be getting your dick wet.”
The men with him laughed as his face turned white at that last threat and he ran out of the house like Fenris himself was after him. Within ten minutes the boy was back carrying a large two Handed warhammer bigger than himself and puffing in exhaustion. Smiling Erik took it from him And gestured everyone back. Flexing his large muscles he picked up the large hammer and swung it with all his might hitting the door just near the handle.
It shook violently but did not give way, and he struck again and again. By the third strike the door was shaking violently and on the fifth the sound of splintering woodwork and crashing stone was heard and the door crashed inward. Grimly he stepped inside the large hammer held across his chest and found a large portly man, an older woman that still had some of the good looks she had as a younger woman and a young girl that had inherited all of them.
She was a vision and he could already feel himself getting hard in his breeches. Now this was the woman he had been searching for. He would be claiming her as his so no other could put there hands on his prize. “Right as Raid leader, I am claiming the girl as my prize. No one is to touch her but me.” He heard groans from all around him but each called out Aye.
Then he looked at the man and woman. Obviously they were rich, but were they rich enough to have friends that would pay to get them back. “Sven, Olaf, Brand, Wulf, Escort them to the ship. We will see if there is anyone that will pay a ransom for these two. If not we kill them. Magnus, guard the door and see that I am not disturbed for a little while. I have a new slave to break in.”
He watched as the men left then turned to the girl. “You, what is your name Girl? I hate not knowing the name of a woman I am about to fuck.”