A Battle Too Far (Closed for C G Raven)

[YoungLisa]

OOC For nearly two years I have wanted to write with a man who has supported me through the China Pearl Inn, its founder – C G Raven or as we love to call him CG. At last I can do this. I know time restraints will make his postings few and far between but it is worth the wait to fulfil this ambition. I hope the readers will enjoy reading it as much as we enjoy writing it.

After the Romans left the British Isles in 410AD the breakdown of law and civilisation was fairly swift. To counter the raids from continental pirates, the indigenous communities hired mercenaries from Europe to defend them from attack. These mercenary soldiers were Angles and Saxons from northern Germany.

The deal was that the mercenaries brought their families with them, and got paid with land which they could farm. Eventually the Anglo Saxon mercenaries realised that they were stronger than their employers and appear to have taken over the running of areas themselves. The new Anglo Saxon invaders were not organised centrally, as the Romans had been, or as the Normans would be. They slowly colonised northwards and westwards, pushing the native Celts to the fringes of Britain. Roman Britain was replaced by Anglo Saxon Britain, with the Celtic peoples remaining in Cornwall, Wales, Scotland and some even sailed to Ireland. The Anglo Saxon areas eventually combined into kingdoms, and by 850 AD the country had three competing kingdoms of Mercia, Northumbria and Wessex, not only were the kingdoms competing between themselves, but they were also under sustained attack from Viking raids.

The Viking incursions culminated with a "Great Army" landing in East Anglia in 865 AD. It made wide territorial gains, and by 875 the kingdoms of Mercia and Northumbria had succumbed. Only Wessex remained as Anglo Saxon.

The Vikings attacked Wessex in 878, and the Saxon king, Alfred (of burning the cakes fame) had to flee to the Somerset marshes. However he was able to regroup and counter attack. His efforts and those later of his son and grandsons, gradually pushed the Vikings northwards and eventually into the sea.

Our story is set in the Wessex village of Woking, now a town in modern day Surrey shortly after Alfred has fled to Somerset.

ICThe Saxon village of Woking proved very stubborn opponents to the invasion. Even after Alfred fled the small resistance group continued to attack the Vikings causing death, destruction and disruption to the invader’s plans. Raeden and his seven sons led the rebellion but one by one they fell in battle leaving his daughter to lead the remnant. Acca had learned much from her brothers, how to handle a sword, use a bow and arrow, and above all leadership. Six foot tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and weighing a comfortable thirteen stone Acca had all the dynamism of a man locked into a woman’s body. Her father and brothers had trained her well in the art of fighting. As she approached her nineteenth birthday she had genuinely defeated each of them in mock battle and yet they still would not allow her to join them in the field. After the battle in which Raeden and his last surviving son died Acca organised the cremation before calling together the ever decreasing resistance movement.

“We don’t have time to mourn” she said firmly “We have to make these Vikings regret they ever landed here. They can murder, rape, burn and steal. But they will have no peace until they have killed each and every one of us.” The small group of survivors rallied round Acca and over the next seven months she led them in raid after raid as against all the odds they inflicted defeat after defeat on the invaders. Acca’s name was on the lips of every Saxon in the Woking area, and even more, it brought fear into the hearts of the Vikings.

So concerned were the invaders that they summoned Hedin the Bloodthirsty back from his battles with Alfred to bring an end to the uprising in Woking and to remove Acca from the equation once and for all.

The rain was falling heavily onto the roof of Acca’s tent when she was awoken by Drew, one of the scouts. “The Vikings have called Hedin back to deal with you. If you’re quick you can escape before he and his army attack. You know what he’ll do to you if he captures you.”

Acca called an assembly of the warriors and stood to address them. “I hear Hedin has been called back to deal with us. No doubt he is already planning an attack so let’s surprise him by striking first.” She could feel the unrest and concern in the camp so she raised her voice holding her sword in her hand. “ONE MORE BATTLE!”

The warriors soon caught her mood and repeated “ONE MORE BATTLE!” They beat their swords onto their shields in time with each word. But secretly Acca feared she might be contemplating a battle too far.

 

[cgraven]

It had all started with attack in June, 793, was on the Christian monastery on the island of Lindisfarne, off the east coast of England. The resident monks were killed, thrown into the sea to drown or carried away as slaves along with some of the church treasures. After repeated Viking raids, the monks fled Lindisfarne in 875 C.E., carrying the relics of Saint Cuthbert with them. In 840 and 841, Norwegians raided during the winter months instead of summer, as was their usual tactic. They waited on an island off Ireland. In 865 a large army of Danish Vikings led Ivar, Halfdan and Guthrum arrived in East Anglia. They proceeded to cross England into Northumbria and captured Jorvik (York), where some settled as farmers, making the land their own and living under the Daneslaw. Most of the English kingdoms, being in turmoil, could not stand against the Vikings, but Alfred of Wessex managed to keep as small swampy corner of Wessex where Anglo Saxon law prevailed. However the Devonshire, Daneslaw, replaced the powerful Anglo Saxon kingdom of Northumbria and the Isle of Man.

Yet Alfred was not the only one who resisted the Norse invaders in Wessex. Woking proved very stubborn opponents to the invasion. Raeden and his seven sons led the rebellion but one by one they fell in battle leaving his daughter, Acca, to lead the remnants of the resistance. Like Boudicca before her, who had fought the Romans, Acca now led the resistance and fought like a she devil so much so that Hedin the Bloodthirsty was summoned back from his battles with Alfred to bring an end to the uprising in Woking and to remove Acca from the equation once and for all. Among the Thanes that served under him was Rolf Far Sight, a giant of a man, he towered head and shoulders above all. His tawny hair shown like fire kissed gold. He regularly plied the Volga with his trade goods: furs, tusks, seal fat to seal boats and slaves, taken from these British Isles notably female slaves; for females were priced higher than males. He was known to be so bold in battle to be almost reckless. It was for these qualities that Hedin the Bloodthirsty chose him to lead 30 Thanes of a hundred against this upstart girl.

Rolf Far Sight saw the Saxon farmers of Woking drawn up in a shield wall, their shields overlapping like the scales of a dragon. He raised his bastard sword and with his shield on his arm personally led the attack. The charging force and hellish war cry of the 30 Thanes crashed onto the Saxon shield wall like a gale drive sea upon the shore. The clash of shield on shield was deafening and Rolf lead a break in the center of the Saxon line. It was then that he saw the Maiden Warrior, her golden hair flowing below her helm, her captains falling back to protect her. The Maiden's lithe figure was accentuated by her closefitting mail. Rolf hacked his way through the guarding captains to engage the Warrior Maiden in single combat, to conquer her, to drive her to the ground.

“Yield and I shall spare your followers life. Fight on and I shall put them all to the sword before your very eyes, every man, woman, and child of them.”

 

[YoungLisa]

Two Weeks Earlier
Acca called her warriors together and addressed them. “We have neither the numbers nor the weapons to fight the Vikings head on. We will be defeated in an hour. But we do have the element of surprise; we know this area, every hill, every blade of grass. We will have to hit and pull back, hit and pull back. It’s our only path to survival.”

The Saxons spent the following four days in training with Acca leading the enterprise. Despite being a woman she defeated every man in mock combat showing their weaknesses and giving advice. Three days later they launched their first raid on Elmbridge (OOC Modern Day Weybridge) where the Vikings had established a fortified camp. They chose dusk because by this time many Vikings would be drunk. Acca organised her archers into two sets. One to fire burning arrows into the tents and the second group to fire arrows into the un armoured bodies of the warriors as they escaped the blazing tents.

In the confusion Acca led her swordsmen into combat with the few that had escaped cutting them down one by one. Three minutes later she raised her hand and the horn blower blew on the bone horn signalling withdrawal. The warriors ran back into the woods before mounting horses and escaping back to Woking.

The following day Acca called her warriors together “We lost four good men yesterday and taught the Vikings a lesson. They will soon get the message that they are not welcome here. The Battle for Wessex is not over.”

This pattern of attack and retreat continued for the next few days with the Vikings taking heavy losses while the Saxons led by Acca sustained very few. Then the unthinkable happened. The Vikings attacked Woking during the day, led by Rolf Far Sight, a giant of a man who showed no fear. Acca’s warriors fought hard to defend their village, but unlike the Vikings who only had soldiers in their tents they had women, children, old people who would perish under the fire of the Viking flame arrows.

Rolf Far Sight saw the Saxon farmers of Woking drawn up in a shield wall, their shields overlapping like the scales of a dragon. He raised his bastard sword and with his shield on his arm personally led the attack. The charging force and hellish war cry of the 30 Thanes crashed onto the Saxon shield wall like a gale drive sea upon the shore. The clash of shield on shield was deafening and Rolf lead a break in the centre of the Saxon line. It was then that he saw the Maiden Warrior, her golden hair flowing below her helm, her captains falling back to protect her. The Maiden's lithe figure was accentuated by her closefitting mail. Rolf hacked his way through the guarding captains to engage the Warrior Maiden in single combat, to conquer her, to drive her to the ground.

“Yield and I shall spare your followers life. Fight on and I shall put them all to the sword before your very eyes, every man, woman, and child of them.”
Acca turned to her generals “What do we do? We can’t surrender, we can’t trust them. Yet what else is there?”

Her trusted general Denisc replied “You can’t surrender; you know what they’ll do to you. Let me run you through with my sword and then I’ll yield before Rolf Far Sight.” Acca nodded and braced herself for death but before the blow could be struck a Viking Thane Warrior lunged forward with his sword killing Denisc instantly.

Acca didn’t have time to grieve. Instead she thought on her feet. Addressing the Thane Leader she said “You claim to be a Warrior, a fighter, then, let’s fight. Just you and me. If I win you and your troops guarantee the safety of all who live in Woking, whatever happens to the rest of the Kingdom we, in Woking, live in peace”. She hesitated. “… But if you win I will yield to you and surrender not only the people of Woking. I’ll surrender myself to you, to be your slave in any way you want me.” Again she hesitated “… And … I have never … never been with a man … or a woman.”

Looking down at the dead body of Denisc she took a deep breath, stuck out her chest and said boldly “So, Viking. What’s it to be? Are you man enough?”

 

[cgraven]

““Yield and I shall spare your followers life. Fight on and I shall put them all to the sword before your very eyes, every man, woman, and child of them.”

For the first time the calmly Warrior Maiden showed hesitation a weakness as she turned to her War Captains.

“What do we do? We can’t surrender, we can’t trust them. Yet what else is there?”

There was certain fatalism in her sweet young voice and yet a hint of her steel will as well. That biting steel she had demonstrated more than once in her daring attacks. A surly grizzeled war captain spoke boldly.

“You can’t surrender; you know what they’ll do to you. Let me run you through with my sword and then I’ll yield before Rolf Far Sight.”

Rolf saw the young beauty nod and braced herself for the death that would make her a martyr to her people a heroin that would cause as much trouble dead as she had alive a rolling cry for rebellion. Her youthful face shown with a devein radiance as Acca prepared to become the virgin martyr to rally her people from beyond the grave. But before the blow could be struck a Viking Thane Warrior lunged forward with his sword killing Denisc instantly robbing Acca of her immortality. Frustrated the quick witted young beauty through down a challenge one that she pinned all her hopes on.

“You claim to be a Warrior, a fighter, then, let’s fight. Just you and me. If I win you and your troops guarantee the safety of all who live in Woking, whatever happens to the rest of the Kingdom we, in Woking, live in peace”.

Then for the first time Rolf saw this bold golden beauty hesitated. The battle was all but lost her warriors’ shield wall broken. She had clearly stated what she would gain from this Challenge. Rolf was a Viking Thane a warrior that struck quickly with overpowering force, made an example of those who resisted and instilled terror, a quite effective weapon. There was no glory or profit in dying. He wondered what tantalizing morsel this proud beauty offer to entice him to single combat.

“… But if you win I will yield to you and surrender not only the people of Woking. I’ll surrender myself to you, to be your slave in any way you want me.”

Again she hesitated “… And … I have never … never been with a man … or a woman.”

A chaste christen virgin to do with as he willed a proud beauty to bed woo and corrupt that was an appealing boon.


Looking down at the dead body of Denisc she took a deep breath, stuck out her chest and said boldly

“So, Viking. What’s it to be? Are you man enough?”

It always paid to keep your opponent off guard so Rolf did the one thing he was sure this lithe beauty was not prepared for.

Swift as the strike of summer lightening and without the warning herald of thunder Rolf Far Sight struck. His massive hand grasped Acca’s mail shirt, he lifted her from her feet as if she was a child’s ragged doll. His lips crushed to hers in a dark sensual kiss. He savored the sweetness of the young virgin’s mouth and then tossed her to the ground before she could react.

“As you wish little warrior Maiden.”

Rolf let ACCA scramble to her feet. He gave her no quarter pressed her hard, he left opportunities for her to attack to spend her strength and energies on pointless attacks. He used his reach to keep her at arms distance. And when the cunning little beauty would go on the defensive he would attack bashing her with shield and sword making Acca expend more of her strength and energy in defense. Rolf was stronger had a farther reach and had been a warrior for the last 30 years. He let this strong willed young beauty exhaust herself and then he struck in earnest to claim the prize Acca had offered him.

 

[YoungLisa]

Swift as the strike of summer lightening and without the warning herald of thunder Rolf Far Sight struck. His massive hand grasped Acca’s mail shirt, he lifted her from her feet as if she was a child’s ragged doll. His lips crushed to hers in a dark sensual kiss. He savoured the sweetness of the young virgin’s mouth and then tossed her to the ground before she could react.

Acca was completely unprepared for Rolf’s assault on her mouth. She had only ever been kissed by her parents before and never like that. And to make it worse she was lifted off her feet. Before she could even attempt any resistance it was over and she lay spread eagled on the grassy ground and she heard Rolf’s voice “As you wish little warrior Maiden.”

Acca quickly scrambled to her feet, grabbed a sword from one assistant and a sword from another, and immediately lunged towards her opponent causing sparks to fly as her sword skidded off his breast plate. Her opponent was swift, tall, strong and experienced and it soon became clear to all watching both Saxon and Viking that Acca’s only hope of victory would be by accident, not design. Yet she had never ever been defeated in single combat and if she was fighting even a normal Viking she would have undoubtedly defeated him.
The watching Vikings cheered at each attempt Rolf made to vanquish the young maiden and jeered each movement Acca made, but even they recognised courage when they saw it and could not help having some admiration for her.

Meanwhile the Saxons watched with dismay and trepidation as it became clear their leader and protector was finally facing defeat. Within a few weeks they would all be slaves and their heroin’s belly would be swollen with Viking child.
After about an hour Acca began to tire and try as she could to continue fighting she knew the end was near. Suddenly her shield became entangled with Rolf’s and it was ripped from her hand causing her to scream more in shock than pain. Now there was no hope but Acca refused to accept defeat and she continued to attempt to strike with her sword.

With one final attempt she screamed and charged aiming for Rolf’s unprotected lower abdomen but as she did he yanked her arm upwards removing her sword and in the same movement placing the point of his at Acca’s throat. For a brief second she thought of forcing her throat onto the sword to kill herself but feared what revenge her conqueror might take on her people.

Stepping back she said slowly “You win, you’ve proved you are the greater warrior. My people surrender and …” She hesitated, struggling to get the words out of her mouth “I … I … yield.” Kneeling before her vanquisher she continued “I beg you, pl … please, whatever you want to do to me as you claim your reward …” She struggled to say the words “Please … don’t do it in front of my people.”

Acca was determined not to cry, so she took a deep breath and stared appealingly at Rolf taking in his physic, his strength, his legs and biceps. She drank in his very manliness and she found herself trembling. To her own amazement she found it wasn’t just through fear.

 

[cgraven]

Rolf smiled wickedly as Acca quickly scrambled to her feet, blushing the most delightful shade of pink. Grabbing a sword from one assistant and a sword from another, and immediately lunged towards her opponent causing sparks to fly as her sword skidded off his breast plate. The Saxons watched with dismay and trepidation as it became clear their leader and protector was finally facing defeat. Within a few weeks they would all be slaves and their heroin’s belly would be swollen with Viking child. After about an hour Acca began to tire and try as she could to continue fighting she knew the end was near.

When the end came, it came swiftly. Rolf sword’s point pressed to the hollow of Acca’s throat where her neck and shoulder meet and her life source beat madly just beneath the surface of her silken skin. Acca stepping back she said slowly,

“You win, you’ve proved you are the greater warrior. My people surrender and …”

She hesitated, struggling to get the words out of her mouth, Acca struggling to accept that she had been vanquished.

“I … I … yield.”

There was an audible gasp as Acca knelt before her vanquisher.

“I beg you, pl … please, whatever you want to do to me as you claim your reward …”

Rolf saw the struggle, the tears shimmering in her stunning blue eyes, the words a whispered plea.

“Please … don’t do it in front of my people.”

With Acca surrender the fate of her warriors was sealed. They would pay for their revolt with their lives. The young women would be taken as slaves, as well as the children. The old women would be left to fend for themselves and to spread the tale of Woking fate. As for Acca, Rolf Far Sight knew that he could not let this proud Warrior Maiden become a martyr to her people that he must destroy the image of her as the fearless warrior and leader. It had to be replaced with the image of a woman being ravished by the conquer.

“Strip your weapons and mail from you GIRL!”

There was an edge of steel to Rolf’s voice. His bearing was relaxed yet every muscle ready to spring at the least sign of resistance or defiance from the golden beauty. When she stood before him in only her peasant’s shirt and thews Rolf let his eyes leisurely travel over Acca’s supple young body. He let the girl see that he was stripping her with his eyes.

“Remove your Shirt and thews girl………...”

Rolf paused his dark hazel eyes meeting Acca’s cool blue eyes.


“……….you gave your word girl.”

Again he paused.

“Then drop to your hands and knees !”

Again that edge of steel in his voice. The note of one use to command and obedience.

 

[YoungLisa]

Acca heard the command “Strip your weapons and mail from you GIRL!” She hesitated and then moved her hands behind her neck and unhooked the chain mail pulling it out and allowing the armour to fall to the floor. She then unhooked the belt that once held her weapons and stood defiantly facing her vanquisher in just her shirt and threws. Holding Rolf’s gaze she felt him looking at her breasts through her shirt. She knew it would not be long before Rolf’s hands would be going where no hand had ever been before.

“Remove your Shirt and thews girl………...”

“Please … PLEASE! … Don’t make me do this. I … I don’t know what … I’ve never been with a man.”

She saw a change in Rolf’s expression “……….you gave your word girl.” And it was clear he would take no disobedience. Still struggling to hold back the tears she began to undo her shirt and let it drop. Now her breasts were exposed and she saw the look of lust not only on each Viking face but on some of her Saxon men as well. Acca had no knowledge of sex apart from what she had seen in the farm land when the horses and sheep mated. Like any young girl she had heard gossip but now she was about to find out first hand.

“Then drop to your hands and knees!” Still holding Rolf’s gaze she went down slowly to her knees. Again looking up at Rolf she thought she could see a bulge from his groin and fear took hold of her. Yet she still had to do something for her people.

Thinking fast she said “You won’t enjoy it, I promise you won’t … unless …” She was clearly playing for some bargaining chip to save her warriors. “… But, spare my warriors use them as slaves and I will willingly come to your bed, and I’ll even take you in … in … my mouth.”

Looking up at her conqueror she waited for his answer. Holding his gaze she said “It’s not much to give me, but you will not only gain many hard working slaves, you will also feel my mouth embrace your ,manhood. Just the very beginning of the pleasure I’ll give you”. She looked up at him and said “The choice is yours! A complete submission or a struggle. Because you will not take my virginity without a struggle if you kill my warriors.”

Acca had played her final card. She waited his response. Either way she knew she would become a woman before the day was over.

 

[cgraven]

Those cool ice blue eyes held Rolf’s gaze she went down slowly to her knees. Acca’s alabaster skin as smooth as silk her Venus Mons barely covered with a fine tawny downy fleece that did little to hide the soft rose pedal pink of the girl’s virginal folds. Suddenly the little golden Warrior Maiden blurted out,

“You won’t enjoy it, I promise you won’t … unless …”

How many times before had this very scene in one way or another played out before him. The vanquished trying so desperately to bargain with the victor.

“… But, spare my warriors use them as slaves and I will willingly come to your bed, and I’ll even take you in … in … my mouth……. “It’s not much to give me, but you will not only gain many hard working slaves, you will also feel my mouth embrace your ,manhood. Just the very beginning of the pleasure I’ll give you…….The choice is yours! A complete submission or a struggle. Because you will not take my virginity without a struggle if you kill my warriors.”

Still the proud warrior the little Maiden played her last card. Now Rolf would teach her how the game was truly played.

“What makes you think Acca of Woking that I want a mewing passive little Christian Virgin? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WOULD NOT RELISH YOUR STRUGGELS as I took your chaste nubile young body and ripped your virginity from you. And bend you to my will.”

Rolf let his words strike her like a fist. He saw the shock in those ice blue eyes that anyone could relish no having a willing virgin., would relish the very act of taking her against her will.


“Please me with your mouth and they will only lose their right hand girl……………..do not try my patience!”

 

[YoungLisa]

Acca knew she was playing her final card and was horrified to think Rolf would actually enjoy ripping her virginity from her, but then Rolf appeared to bend ever so little. “Please me with your mouth and they will only lose their right hand girl……………..do not try my patience!”

Realising this was the best offer she would get Acca held Rolf’s gaze and nodded. Then looking down at his crutch she noticed a definite swelling. The very thought of what she would have to do filled her with revulsion. Yet she also felt curiosity begin to stir within her mind. Looking up, struggling to hide what was left of her modesty she nodded as she said slowly “I … accept your offer”.

Although she was a warrior, Acca was completely innocent of what went on privately between a man and a woman apart from little bits of information she had gleaned from other girls she spent her very early teenage years with.

Aware her people still surrounded her she added “Take me to your tent where we can be private. Then you can teach me how to do it.”

 

[cgraven]

Already Rolf could see the image of the Warrior Maiden the heroin of her people begin to fade as Acca knelt before him in all her youthful naked glory. Her breasts were exposed, he saw the look of lust not only on each Viking face but on some of her Saxon men as well as they savored the firmness of her breasts the dusky pink areolas capped with soft pink rosebud nipples. The defeated little golden beauty lifted her ice blue eyes to his. Acca held Rolf’s gaze and nodded. Tears shimmered in those cool blue eyes as Accastruggling to hide what was left of her modesty

“I … accept your offer

Aware her people still surrounded her she added

“Take me to your tent where we can be private. Then you can teach me how to do it.”

Rolf bent down on one knee, his massive hand cupped Acca’s chin and he held her tear shimmering eyes captive in his dark gaze. Then he whispered so just she could hear his words.

“No Acca of Woking we will not go into my tent you will please me with your mouth here and if I then chose to take you now It will be here for all to see……….”

He paused his eyes cold and hard as steel. Their gaze left no doubt that the time for barging was over and now it was time for her to pay the price of her warriors’. That look told her that no matter her choice her own fate was sealed. Rolf lips slowly pressed to Acca’s his tongue slid across the bow of her moist ripe lips past the guard of her even white teeth and into the sweetness of her virgin mouth. Rolf let that kiss linger and deepen until time stood still, till there was not past, no future, just here and now and that one sinful kiss.
Rolf broke the kiss and drew Acca to kneel naked before him.

“It is time for you to pay, for you to keep your word Acca.”

As he spoke Rolf loosed his manhood from his thews the tip grazing Acca’s lips as it sprung from the confines of his clothing.

 

[YoungLisa]

It was only now that the personal consequences Acca’s defeat began to sink in to her mind. In her dreams as a child she had imagined her wedding day, she had often been a child escort to a bride and loved wearing the costumes that came with the office. But she had no idea what happened in “that tent”, children were ushered away and only the adults stayed at a respectful distance until the groom emerged with a blood stained sheet and everyone cheered before leaving the newlyweds alone and re-turning to the feast. It was only when she became a young teenager that she learned what happened in the tent and she learned how important it was to keep her hymen intact. Everyone, from the Crown Prince down to the village beggar expected, demanded, to marry a virgin and if a girl was found to have been deflowered before her wedding the marriage could be declared invalid and the bride and her family shunned by the community. Like every teenage girl Acca had dreamed of that moment when her gentle, loving husband, whoever he might be, took her to the tent and consummated the marriage.

But before Acca was ever able to be considered for marriage the Vikings had come and she had joined her father and her brothers in fighting them. Naturally athletic she trained hard and never tasting defeat she was the obvious leader when the last of her family died. Her people loved her, followed her and respected her. She was a modern day Boadicea or Mergan and the good people of Woking believed she was invincible. Now they had learned different and there was a definite mood of disbelief when she yielded to Rolf. Now she would never fulfil her dream of marriage and being bedded in the privacy of the “marriage tent”. Her virginity was to be taken in front of her people and she knew their lasting vi-sion of her would not be that of a Warrior Queen but of their conquerors whore. No one had ever seen her weep and although tears formed in her eyes she fought her emotions and refused to actually cry.

Yet what hurt her more was not what she knew was going to happen to her, or the jeering of the Vi-kings. What caused her more pain was the look of lust on the faces of some of her own men as they strained to see her mouth taken. The very men she had fought with, sparred with, defeated in mock battle. The men whose lives she had saved by negotiating with Rolf and agreeing to willingly allow him to cum in her mouth.

For the second time that day Rolf’s mouth took her’s only this time his tongue ventured to explore where no tongue had been before. Acca found herself resisting for a few seconds until her mouth opened to allow him greater access and to her shame she found herself responding with curiosity. When Rolf broke the kiss she was almost disappointed but was brought back to earth when she heard him say as he pushed her down into a kneeling position “It is time for you to pay, for you to keep your word Acca.”

Acca’s blue eyes, like chips of ice, focused on what Rolf was doing. She had seen a bull’s penis before but never a man’s. As it sprang forth it seemed to twitch with desire and Acca noticed a seeping of clear thick liquid escaping the snout. Making eye contact with Rolf for a second she refocused on the monster that was approaching her mouth. She remembered that some of her friends had told her their husbands sometimes leaked seed before penetrating them and she was now seeing this herself for the first time in her life. Then she remembered a folk lore saying that after a man came his manhood shrank back and he was not able to produce more seed for several hours. If this was true she had to make Rolf cum now so that she could preserve her virginity for a few more hours and avoid being rav-ished in front of her people.

Rolf’s manhood gently brushed Acca’s lower lip and she felt the wetness of his pre cum drip onto her chin. For some unexplained reason Acca had the urge to kiss the snout and as she did she definitely felt it jerk. Slowly opening her mouth she allowed the monster access through her lips, passed her teeth and towards the back of her throat. The taste was neither pleasant or unpleasant the nearest thing she could equate it with was un-smoked salted boiled ham. At first Acca choked but soon she managed to allow Rolf’s shaft to nestle into the well of her tongue. Sucking and licking Acca knew her conqueror was enjoying her ministrations by the noises coming from his mouth. With each groan she felt him get harder as more of the salty sweet fluid escaped. But Acca knew this was only the prelude to the tsunami that was going to inevitably follow. By now she was shaking, but it was with desire as well as fear and her hope was that after this Rolf would be spent and would leave her hymen intact.

 

[cgraven]

Rolf knew that Acca was a warrior that she had thrived on combat and he knew there was a certain dark arousal form combat as you tested yourself against another. Fear, adrenalin the quickening of heart and breath there was nothing like it, well perhaps there was . a wry smile bowed his lips as he looked forward to this little chaste Christian virgin’s discovery of this new thrill, this new combat. She had responded to his kiss leaned into it as she had surrendered to its dark sensual temptation.

“It is time for you to pay, for you to keep your word Acca.”

Acca’s blue eyes, like chips of ice, focused on what Rolf was doing. Rolf’s manhood gently brushed Acca’s lower lip and she felt the wetness of his pre cum drip onto her chin. Acca seemed to be transfixed by the one eyed serpent that had brushed her sweet virginal lips. Almost as if she here in a trance Rolf watched those sweet ripe lips slowly “O” as her mouth allowed the monster access through her lips, passed her teeth and towards the back of her throat. Rolf’s fingers ran through Acca’s tawny golden tresses he lit it drip from her finger tips like liquid gold. Every eye was drawn to the kneeling beauty as Acca at first choked but soon she managed to allow Rolf’s shaft to nestle into the well of her tongue. The lust of her own warriors grew as they saw her sweetly suckling and licking her conqueror. Rolf for his part was enjoying ministrations his fingers now curling into her tawny golden tresses his hips rolling to her sweetly suckling mouth. With each groan she felt him get harder as more of the salty sweet fluid escaped. Rolf felt how Acca was shaking, the sweet musky fragrance of her growing arousal, of her sinful desire mingled with her fear as every nerve in her lithe young body now hummed and dark warmth began to grow deep in the pit of her stomach.

Slowly his dark voice came to her as he praised Acca for her efforts to please him His fingers entwined now in her golden tresses guided rather than compelled Acca. He whispered to her coached her in how to relax her throat, and rolled his hips to her sweet lips as he entered her throat he steadied her in a moment of panic as he told her how to breathe how to please him and lavished his praise on her for every little success. How adorable Acca looked with her ripe moist virginal lips obscenely “O”ed around his cock as she suckled him. Soon he would have her perform other acts that would both humiliate her and debase her before all as her memory was changed from Virginal Warrior Maiden to that of a little strumpet and Viking whore. Yet all the while he praised her and told the little virgin of her beauty and his lust for her.

 

[YoungLisa]

Acca was conscious of her own body’s response as she felt Rolf approach the pinnacle of his passion. Something deep within her primal body was fighting her mind. She was disgusted with herself for feeling this way but there were was a definite desire building within her, for what she had no idea.

Some of Rolf’s warriors could not look on what was happening without becoming aroused themselves. A few grabbed the nearest Saxon woman they could find and forced them down so they could be taken in the same was as their leader. Others lowered their breeches toyed with themselves until their hot seed erupted onto the ground. Seeing them explode left Acca with a very graphic picture of what was going to happen in her mouth and later in her womb.

Acca felt Rolf curling his fingers round her locks and was grateful he was guiding her to minister to him as he wanted. She was even more surprised when he told her how attractive he found her and how much he desired her. Her closest friend, Sunniva, a girl she had grown with, played with and loved as a sister broke her heart as she shouted “So much for our ‘undefeated leader’. As soon as you came against a real man you yielded. Now you’re enjoying him!” Acca knew then why Rolf wanted to take her in front of her people and she felt so helpless. One of the Vikings grabbed Sunniva and dragged her away to slake his lust before she could utter another word.

It was at this point Acca felt a change in Rolf’s manhood and she braced herself for the invasion.

 

[cgraven]

The tableau of the golden Saxon Maiden being so vilely taken by the wild savage pagan commander of the Viking horde was by its very nature one of primal conquest as he bent the once proud Virgin warrior to his lustful desires. Some of Rolf’s warriors could not look on what was happening without becoming aroused themselves. A few grabbed the nearest Saxon woman they could find and forced them down so they could be taken in the same was as their leader. These men let their seed gush into the hapless young Saxon maiden’s mouths, to splash over their faces, and to cling to their bared breasts like glistening living pearls.

Acca felt Rolf curling his fingers round her locks and was grateful he was guiding her to minister to him as he wanted. Rolf nostrils were filled with the dark musky scent of the little virgin’s sinful arousal. He smiled to himself as she seemed to relax and to almost eagerly suckle him in the sweet moist warmth of her virginal mouth.

“So much for our ‘undefeated leader’. As soon as you came against a real man you yielded. Now you’re enjoying him!”

Was that the soft caress of a tear that he felt? His fingers curled tighter into the girl’s golden tresses. He was no fool he felt his cock give a tentative jerk in Acca’s sweetly suckling mouth. His cock slipped from those heavenly”O”ed lips with and obscene little pop. Rolf’s dark lustful gaze met Acca’s shimmering ice blue eyes. He saw the smoldering fire of forbidden pleasure stir in their clear depths, he saw the flash of the girl’s emotions; hatred discuss, and sinful desire warring to consume her body and soul.


“ On your hands and knees girl so I may claim what is mine by conquest and offered freely by your words.”

Acca could do as she was commanded or she could rebel her people’s fate rested with her decision.

 

[YoungLisa]

Sunniva’s cutting remarks hurt Acca more than the thrust of a Viking sword could have done. They cut deep and sharp burning into her very soul and doing what even Rolf had failed to do. It brought her to tears, tears of shame and humiliation.

To her surprise, just as Rolf was about to flood her mouth with his seed, he withdrew and barked his cruel order “ On your hands and knees girl so I may claim what is mine by conquest and offered freely by your words.” Acca knew her plan to avoid impregnation had failed and her ravishment was to take place there and then in front of her people. Refusal would result in her people being punished so slowly she repositioned herself.

Looking up at Rolf she sighed as her tear-filled eyes met his. Raising her hands in a prayerful plea she said slowly and deliberately “Please don’t do this to me, I don’t want to have a baby …” Her words trailed off as she heard the shock of her people, the people she had led, the people who looked on her as almost a goddess, echo round the field. Then she remembered that their fate depended on what she did now so she continued “… but I know, I promised, and I’ll let you claim your reward. J … just be gentle, PLEASE be gentle, and …” Here she blushed as she held her conqueror’s gaze “And … please tell me what to do, how I can … how I can please you.”

Acca was aware of a sea of faces all staring at her. Some were disappointed in her, others were sympathetic. One woman even cried with her, feeling for her, almost wanting to change places. Then there were the Vikings cheering their leader on and shouting obscenities at her waiting lustfully to hear her screams as she was finally deflowered.

Then looking down she whispered “I’m ready, let’s … let’s get this over with.”

 

[cgraven]

Illiana sounds like a very tiring weekend.

The girl’s words had cut and cut deeply Rolf could see from the tears that now streaked the little golden beauty’s flawless cheeks. The golden warrior maiden now raised her ice blue eyes to him . She sighed as her tear-filled eyes met his. Raising her hands in a prayerful plea she said slowly and deliberately

” Please don’t do this to me, I don’t want to have a baby …”

His eyes where hard unyielding and Acca’s voice trailed off in defeat as her honor must be sacrificed for her people. Slowly she lowered herself to her hands and knees as she pleaded.

“… but I know, I promised, and I’ll let you claim your reward. J … just be gentle, PLEASE be gentle, and …”

Acca was no longer the fearless warrior and she blushed the most delightful shade of pink as she held her conqueror’s gaze. A maidenly blush that proclaimed her innocence to any who may have doubted it.

“And … please tell me what to do, how I can … how I can please you.”

Her desperate pleas were met with cold silence and Acca lowered her once proud golden head looking down she whispered

“I’m ready, let’s … let’s get this over with.”

Rolf took his time he let his finger run through the girl’s golden tresses, he let them slip from his fingers like liquid gold. He let his finger tips trail down the sinuous column of her spine, savor the silken perfection of her skin. He let them trail over the firm curve of her derrière to slip between her virgin thighs. The tip of a finger slid along the length of Acca’s virgin folds. Rolf smiled at the first wisp of her arousal the musky sweetness of her shame. His finger dipped between those soft pink, now glistening folds to caress and coax Acca’s little pearl of passion from its hooded hiding place.

 

[YoungLisa]

How many times had Acca rehearsed this moment in her mind? The moment when, after she and her husband exchanged their wedding vows, celebrated with their guests and left for the privacy of the marriage tent. How many times had her imagination stopped as they approached the bed? She had no idea what happened next.

But this was all wrong; she had not consented to marry this man, a man she had not even met before this day. A day that had started so well, with plans for a final battle to push the invaders away and then begin to link up with Edward. And then the call came telling her the Vikings were attacking Woking. She had hurried to dress in her armour but the speed of the attack meant there was only one going to be one outcome. Yet even then she gambled on her skill in battle only to feel the bitterness of defeat. A defeat that meant she had to whore herself to save her people.

As the tears flowed she felt something she had never experienced before. A finger where no finger had ever been before, not even her own. She wanted to resist, she should resist yet she had this urge to push against it, to even, perhaps, help it on its way.

The feeling of desire and curiosity began to spread up from her centre, into her cleavage and then to her nipples which stood erect and hot. For some reason she had the urge for Rolf to touch them, to bring them to the boil but then she felt disgust, not with Rolf but with herself. She heard her pubic hair bristle as Rolf’s finger explored further and then she heard a moaning sound, a groan of lust building very close to her. Then to her shock and horror she found it was coming from her own mouth.

Acca raised her head and saw the lust on the faces of the Vikings, each wishing they were Rolf for the day. Then she turned and saw the looks of disbelief in the eyes of her own people, some men were shaking their heads, others were looking on with the same lust that filled the Viking expressions while some of the women actually looked at her with something resembling sympathy.

Just then all her thoughts stopped and the whole ensemble fell silent as Rolf’s men noticed the moisture on their commander’s finger. One shouted “MY LORD, SHE IS READY FOR YOU! HER BODY IS EXPECTING YOU!” All the Vikings laughed as Acca dropped her head in shame and her tears fell even faster.

 

[cgraven]

Rolf grinned as that sweet sensual musky fragrance of Acca’s arousal grew stronger. He took his time as his finger began to seduce the young virgin’s supple youthful body. Though her mind may rebel and her flawless cheeks might be stained with her tears. Acca’s awakening body new what it desired. That grin only broadened at Acca’s first stagger moan that escaped her sweetly “O” ed lips. Soon a lustful little groan followed as Rolf felt the girl’s hips push back ever so slightly against his finger her groan of lust building for all to hear.

Acca raised her head and saw the lust on the faces of the Vikings, each wishing they were Rolf for the day. Yet it was not only the Viking horde that looked on her naked body with lust but many of her own people. One or two of the women looked on her with sorrow or perhaps compassion most as if this was her just fate for acting as a man. Yet in some of the woman’s eyes smolder a lust for the girl’s supple young body that matched the gaze of any of the Viking horde.

“MY LORD, SHE IS READY FOR YOU! HER BODY IS EXPECTING YOU!”

All the Vikings laughed as Acca dropped her head in shame and her tears fell even faster. Rolf did not answer for he wanted more from this proud beauty than for her stunning young body to be ready for him he wanted her to beg him to take her user her as he pleased as long as she found relief from the fires he would enkindled in her supple wanton flesh. A second finger joined the first and flickered over the once hooded guardian of the young beauty’s chaste virginity and her now throbbing clit. Those fingers now slipped within the dewy confines of Acca’s virgin passage his knuckles gracing her feverous clit. Again those fingers flickered over a little rough patch within the girl’s caste young body and a bolt of forbidden pleasure rippled through her.

Acca’s troment and seduction had just begun.

 

[YoungLisa]

Acca was glad she was facing downwards but she knew that very likely before long she would be on her back, facing upwards into the gaze of her conqueror and open to the stares of her people, the people she had loved and served.

In her inner struggles she knew her body was fighting her mind yet she still managed some defiance “Please … please remember I am innocent. Pl … Pl … Please don’t … don’t make me do this!”

Then she found herself groaning again as the second finger joined the first exploring her most safely guarded passage. A little whimper here, a sucking of air there and then a rebellious “NO!” Followed by silence and then she found herself grinding against Rolf as she felt moisture begin to form in her sex.

Nature was winning the battle and Acca knew it. Soon she became oblivious of those around her and she found herself calling on her God for relief. She knew the bodily cycles of men and beast, she knew if Rolf took her now she would be ripe and ready for his seed. And the natural part of her wanted this.

Her nipples were so tight she thought they would burst and yet she wanted them touched, bitten, ravaged by this huge man who had earned the right to make her his.

Sucking in more air through her mouth she felt herself surrender again, she heard her people gasp at her words as she shouted “Pl … PLEASE … you win … YOU WIN!” Then there was silence for about ten seconds that felt like sixty before she completed the sentence “PLEASE … FUCK ME! MAKE ME A WOMAN!”

 

[cgraven]

Acca’s supple young body slowly began to surrender to Rolf’s seductive caress. Her golden head hung in shame before her people. A little gasp escapes the girl’s sweet ripe lips. Even as her treacherous young body pressed to the Viking’s sinful caress Acca desperately pleas

“Please … please remember I am innocent. Pl … Pl … Please don’t … don’t make me do this!”

Her desperate pleas ends in a sensual little mewing groan that culminated in a gasped……… NO……..even as the defeated young beauty pressed back on to his fingers seeking the dark sinful pleasure that had aroused her chaste innocent flesh. The little Christian virgin warrior was ill prepared to face the dark temptations the Pagan Viking’s fingers offered her drove the young beauty to the edge of the dark abyss where the forbidden pleasure he offered shimmered before. Her lips moved in a whispered prayer to her god That pious little prayer died on her lips as Acca gasped her ice blue eyes grew wide as she shouted for all to hear


“Pl … PLEASE … you win … YOU WIN!” Then there was silence for about ten seconds that felt like sixty before she completed the sentence “PLEASE … FUCK ME! MAKE ME A WOMAN!”

Rolf smiled his fingers slipping from the girl’s virgin folds , Acca was empty her supple young body hungering for more,……more of what…..she did not know and yet she hungered. The hot caress of her conquer’s manhood on her lily white inner thigh. His hands encircle her trim little waist. He kneels between her thighs. His hands slide up the sensual curves of the golden beauty’s torso to cup her breasts. Rolf’s thumbs graze Acca’s swollen throbbing nipples. His hips roll to hers as the length of his lust slide along the length of her virgin folds enflaming her unholy arousal and spreading the fires of passions that were threatening to consume Acca body and soul. Kittle kisses floated up the sinus column of her spine. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of Acca’s neck danced in Rolf’s moist hot breath as his body molded to hers. His teeth grazes her earlobe. Rolf fingers ensnare her golden tresses and close to a fist. Acca’s head is snapped back and Rolf’s lips crush to hers in a sinful kiss. Rolf mounts her as if the girl was a young filly and he was a stallion.

 

[YoungLisa]

What was happening to her? Acca had no idea, no one, nothing had prepared her for this moment, yet she seemed to be welcoming it. As Rolfs hands embraced her proud untouched breasts she felt her nipples leap and the warm pre orgasmic sensations begin to be reflected in her most private parts.

Moaning wildly she knew Rolf’s lips were near hers and as he pulled her head backwards so her lips were near his she felt him crush her mouth in a lustful that combined with her desires further lubricating her virgin mound.

Feeling Rolf’s manhood brush against her sex she had the desire to sit back on it, yet she desired to have him enter her to the hilt. “I … want you inside me … Deeply … Let me lie back, please. Turn me! Take me!”

Then she moved her own hand upward and pulled Rolf’s mouth into hers allowing her love bruised lips to take control.

 

[cgraven]

Rolf fingers ensnare her golden tresses and close to a fist. Acca’s head was snapped back and Rolf’s lips crush to hers in a sinful kiss. Rolf mounted her as if the girl was a young filly and he was a stallion. Moaning wildly she knew Rolf’s lips were near hers and as he pulled her head backwards so her lips were near his she felt him crush her mouth in a lustful that combined with her desires further lubricating her virgin mound.

He was pleased with his little Saxon Virgin Warrior as her supple young body stirred ever so slightly and pushed back to meet the roll of his hips. Acca surrendered herself fully to his demanding kiss. He felt the velvet tip of his cock slip within her chaste virginal folds. It was then that his little warrior maiden halted broke their kiss. Rolf was ready for her to scream, to fight to try and claw his eyes out, now that her fate was at hand. Yet this firry golden beauty surprised him for far from fighting him or pleading for mercy Acca cooed.

“I … want you inside me … Deeply … Let me lie back, please. Turn me! Take me!”

Then she moved her own hand upward and pulled Rolf’s mouth into hers allowing her love bruised lips to take control. What a bold little beauty she was and her mouth as sweet as summer wine. Rolf let the kiss linger and deepen until the little golden virgin was lost in their kiss. Slowly he eased her back on to the fresh spring grass. His body rested between her thighs. His lust for her found its Mark. With her people watching Rolf began to seduce the young girl’s body with his. He took his time opening her virgin passage finally The velvet tip of his cock brushed her maiden head the sign of Acca’s chaste virginity. His hips drew back, he paused his dark hazel eyes holding her smoldering ice blue eyes as Rolf’s hips rolled forward, and trust into her. He saw the flash of fire in those stunning eyes as the lance of his manhood claimed the symbol of her innocence. Rolf’s lips crushed to Acca’s as he swallowed her scream of pain. He stilled for only moment letting her adjust to him

Then her true seduction began He moved with in her the sharp pain of her loss innocence becoming a steady ach, which dulled to a throbbing. That throbbing became the first stirrings of a dark sinful pleasure. A Pleasure that Rolf knew would bring the proud little Saxon warrior to her ruin.

 

[YoungLisa]

Acca was in no doubt that Rolf was in control of this whole scenario, yet she knew that if she was going to be forced to surrender her innocence on his terms she had to make the best of a bad situation. Her self-control was leaving her and she knew Rolf was demanding nothing less than complete surrender. Many men in her village had dreamed of being her deflowerer, many in neighbouring villages wanted to trade with her father, and bring their communities together by marrying his beautiful daughter. Yet it never happened because instead of being a wife and mother Acca had embraced the role of being virgin warrior in the fight against the Vikings. Now as many of her would be suitors looked on Acca knew she would never be a virgin bride. But she would soon be a mother.

What had been so carefully preserved was now being surrendered to her conqueror in sight of her people. She felt Rolf’s surprise at her sudden change of attitude and allowed herself to be moved round until her back was caressed by the warm damp grass. As Rolf positioned himself to take her Acca again pulled his head down and opened her mouth to his and embraced him in a passionate kiss, moaning into him.

A slight feeling of panic enveloped her as she felt Rolf’s shaft engage her most private area and the clear pre – cum that seeped from its snout mixed with her own nectar as he moved forward slowly and considerately. Acca broke the kiss and stared deeply into Rolf’s eyes then she took hold of his left hand with her right and moved it to cup her right breast. Groaning she found herself arching in response to the invasion allowing Rolf easier access to her channel. Feeling Rolf’s cock touch her barrier Acca knew her days of innocence were over. Holding his gaze she felt him pull back before he took her mouth as slid forward tearing through her hymen.

Acca screamed as she felt a sharp stabbing pain almost split through her womb as she finally lost her virginity. Some of the Vikings who were close recognised that look and cheered in triumphal support of their leader. Yet it seemed Rolf wasn’t sharing their sense of triumph. Instead she felt him stop, hold and remain deep inside her allowing her to adjust. Acca felt her eyes sting with tears of pain as her warm blood began to escape from her wound, but soon the pain began to ease. Gradually Rolf began to move again and each movement was accompanied by less pain until Acca was aware of a dull ache which itself faded.

Deep inside her Acca became aware of another sensation, one she had never experienced before. Building from the very depths of her womb. It begin to spread outwards and upwards and then began to take control of her breasts and nipples. Acca became aware of her voice moaning and whimpering with each thrust. Then her muscles embraced Rolf’s shaft holding it tight as they sought to express every drop of seed they could from him. Arching again Acca moved her hands down to hold Rolf in position to ensure she wouldn’t lose any of it.

Acca felt as though she was rushing towards the edge of a cliff and was about to jump off into unknown territory into a new experience. Again she held Rolf’s gaze before shouting “YES!” And embracing his mouth into a passionate demanding kiss while her womb prepared for the explosion.

 

[cgraven]

The little golden beauty screamed into their kiss as she felt a sharp stabbing pain almost split through her womb as she finally lost her virginity. Acca felt her eyes sting with tears of pain as her warm blood began to escape from her wound, but soon the pain began to ease. Gradually Rolf began to move again and each movement was accompanied by less pain until Acca was aware of a dull ache which itself faded.

Her pain and virginity now nothing but a fading memory of what was or what might have been. Soon each of Rolf’s thrusts where met with the girl’s sensual mewing, her little groans and moans of pleasure. Acca felt as though she was rushing towards the edge of a cliff and was about to jump off into unknown territory into a new experience. Again she held Rolf’s gaze before shouting

“YES!”

And embracing his mouth into a passionate demanding kiss while her womb prepared for the explosion.

Rolf brought his little golden warrior to the edge of that abyss several times held her their tittering on the edge of the abyss before pushing her over the edge and into the abyss where that dark sinful pleasure claimed her body and soul. His fingers interlaced with Acca’s and he pinned her hands either side of her head. Rolf broke their kiss and held her smoldering azure blue eyes with his dark golden hazel eyes. He slowly drew back his body. His throbbing manhood almost clear of the girl’s hungering pussy his head lowered and his teeth grazed Acca’s taut rosebud nipple then as he inhaled that throbbing bud between his teeth he drove into her his groin pressed to hers. Again and again he repeated the slow withdrawal, the hesitation. He let his little captive anticipate the plunge the power of his thrust. And he denied her the release that her supple young body now begged for. If Acca tried to thrust her hips to his Rolf drew back further until she was forced to use her long supple legs to draw him into her.


With Acca’s final surrender before her people Rolf let his seed fill her fertile young womb. The warrior and the girl gone and the woman left below him in the warmth of the Spring sun laying in the splendor of the grass.

 

[YoungLisa]

Acca surrendered her self-control to a frenzy of lust, desire, and total passion. Never had she experienced anything like it or imagined any experience could be so wonderful. Time after time her conqueror brought to the edge of fulfilment only to deny her the moment she craved more than anything else on this earth.

Gasps of shock and disbelief mingled with disgust echoed around the defeated Saxon camp while the Viking warriors were either fulfilling their own lust on the conquered maidens or were enjoying Rolf’s victory by proxy. None of this had the slightest effect on Acca who was now totally oblivious to the outside world. Time after time she arched upwards to receive more of Rolf’s manhood only to be denied by his expert prowess and self-control.

Above the noise of the entwinement Acca groaned, moaned ad gasped as she was raised to even greater heights. When Rolf’s mouth attacked her nipples she thought they were going to burst through the skin in desire as she threw her head back and screamed “PLEASE! NOW! FUCK ME!” Seeing her surrender the very last of her dignity many of her people sat down and wept. One tried to push Rolf off of his prey but his head was separated from his body by a Viking sword before he was even within six feet of the couple. Even the splash of his warm thick blood could not divert Acca from her desire. Many doubted she even felt it.

After she was totally stripped of any authority in the village Rolf finally completed the ravishing of the young beauty. Acca felt a slight sensation of warmth in her inner being as Rolf’s manhood hardened even further. She cried out as his hot burning seed erupted down in her channel as wave after wave made its home in her virgin womb helped on its way by her own warm juices. This in turn triggered Acca’s first ever orgasm as the pleasure built first in her womb, up to her sex, and sparked an explosion in her clitoris that spread to her nipples. Screaming at the top of her voice as she held Rolf in a bear hug so strong even the mighty warrior found breathing a challenge.

Time and space seemed to stand still as Acca experienced orgasm after orgasm accompanied by the sound of her screaming her deflowerer’s name. Gradually the pace lessened and she lay back onto the grass. No longer a warrior, no longer a girl, no longer a virgin but a passionate woman who shocked even the powerful Rolf as she whispered the words “Again! Let’s do it again!”

What Acca and Rolf did not know at the time was that events were about to unfold that would change both their lives for ever!