A New Viking Tale-Closed for Homerun2611

[Perplexia]

Anne Hayward, the only daughter of Lord Hayward of Mitford. A small little town of Northumbria. Her father had received the town after ridding the area of Danes about ten years prior. During the previous battles they had lost her mother to consumption. So at 18 the long red-haired green eyed lady was still unwed. Her father refused to give her hand away.

Being only 8 when she lost her mother, her father leaned toward raising her as a boy. She had been taught swords, archery, and had better horsemanship then any man in the kingdom. Her letters had been taught, and soon she had taken on the responsibilities of the books.

The town had been made self sufficient. So if the trade routes were blocked or in jeopardy they could still survive. There was always a risk for invasion, but as time had passed and non had ever come. The town fell into an attitude of false security. After all they were a little town in the middle of nowhere, with no significance to the king other then to wave his flag out of loyalty.

News seemed to take a while to reach the small town. But when it did they learned of King Williams Death. That meant his war hungry son would be crowned king, and his first act would be to attack the vikings that had settled peacefully under the remainder of King Williams rule.

Anne's daily tasks included handing out bread to some of the poor farmers. The mentality was that everyone takes care of everyone. Her father spent his days mostly with a cup full of ale. He had been like that since he claimed Mitford in the kings name. Whenever she tried to breach the subject with him, he would simply send her off on another task.

The friends from Anne's youth were all married and on their second or third child. When she was younger she was a bit envious, but as she grew older and into her life as it was she was grateful she hadn't become some breeding sow for an ungrateful Lord. She hadn't met one yet that she hadn't thought of castrating. They were so arrogant, as if being noble entitled them to a better life then the people that paid their taxes provided to them.

Anne was content with her quiet life, and the idea of one day being running the village completely by herself. Not that she wished harm on her father, but one day as all did he would eventually meet his end. Probably at the bottom of a bottle of ale or wine.

As she bent down to pick a couple daisies on her way back to town is when she heard it. The bell that had lied so dormant for so long was ringing madly with angst.

Picking up her dress she began to run toward the madness. Upon entering the edge is when she saw the horrific visual of a viking holding her fathers head from his finger tips as they raised their axes and other weapons into the air in cheer. Rushing in she picked up the first sword she could find and fought any viking she could reach managing to land a few blows and create a few lasting scars.

 

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Erik was the youngest of three sons borne to Bjorn Olaffson the youngest of seven brothers of King Olaf. Bjorn was given lands and a castle in the south westerly region of Scandinavia, today's Southwest Sweden. Like his father before him, Erik was said to be an heir to God Frey. Also, like his father, and unlike his brothers, or his uncles, Erik was blessed with the virility and two inches thick, nine inches long cock of a God.His father loved his son, he was so like him as the closest to him, but age had its privilege. His brothers would be the next to rule their father's lands, Erik would need to find his own way.

He was an expert sailor, warrior and fisherman. On the 24th anniversary of his birth, he decided it was time to go a viking and see if there was a land that he could claim and prosper. As the natural leader, he quickly assembled 300 able bodied men and 6 ships to transport themselves, horses provisions and weapons. On his last night, he sat in the temple praying to the Gods of Thor, ruler of the gods and keeper of the heavens and winds, Woden the god of war and strength, and Frikko the provider of peace, pleasure and fertility. To look at him was to know he had been blessed by the gods, and on that last night his father joined him and gave him his most prized possession, the lost sword of Frey, a sword so powerful, it could fight by itself.

"Son, It is time to find a land, that can be yours, a woman or women who can bare you sons, and a people who will follow you and help you build your legacy. You may never return, but you are the blood of Frey, and you must live up to the legacy of your lineage." Knowing he had the gods smiling on him, he headed due west, rather than south like most of the other norsemen. They crossed the black sea, as the gods guided their way with calm seas and strong tail wind, two full moons of sailing. They landed on the rugged shores of the highlands just as the winter season was only two full moons away. There was little time to set up a camp.

The death of King William meant the Viking settlements in England would need to be fortified, for if his son, as expected, did attack, they must be able to quickly assemble and defend their holdings. Erik 's responsibility was to ride, his troops of 20 riders and 200 foot soldiers, the fifty miles south to Northumbria, and reclam the land that had once been held by his people. The others were to travel to York and receive further instructions there to fortify the larger army.

Erik was shocked as his advance riders scouted the town, there was no watch, no sentry, no sign of any protection. He changed his plan and sent an initial party of only 50 men who as they stormed the town, easily captured and killed the leader. It was hardly a heroic act, as the man came stumbling out of the tavern wobbling and trying to flash his sword. As Erik rode in, the fighting was over, except for a single resistor, it was a lass no less, auburn hair with a bit of fire, and showing skills no lady he had ever met possessed.

He rode straight toward her, and leaped from his horse just as she was about to kill one of his better warriors. In he stepped thwarting her lethal blow. The women had fire, spirit, and absolutely no chance, but over and over she lashed at him, but he, and his special sword held each thrust at bay, never fighting back. Finally she was tiring, and he tried to speak. "My lady you fight with valor, valor your men folk have long forgotten, but your efforts are fruitless, and I do not wish to kill one so brave and righteous. Your leader is dead, your men largely are too, but I need to talk to whomever is in charge here?" Erik couldn't help but admire the woman, not only was she fierce, but with little effort, she was a true beauty!

 

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This heathen stepped in as she was about to lay waste to one of them almost smiling as he took the fight upon himself. It only made her angrier as she lashed out at him. But he thwarted all her efforts using little effort himself. Never had she seen anyone deflect blows like the ones she hurled at him. He wasn't even fighting back just blocking her attempts.

Fury rose within her the more he seemingly toyed with her. She was at her wits end, so tired, and emotionally drained. Her green eyes looked up to his when he spoke. He toyed with her still by complimenting her fighting. His men were laughing and watching with amusement.

When he spoke to her in her own tongue it startled her almost throwing her off guard. She cocked her head a bit. The sound of his voice was a deep sultry sound that she had never heard the likeness before. His eyes ice blue staring at her as he awaited her answer.

Her eyes went to the women and children that had been captured and were being tied like oxen. Anne turned her eyes back to the viking with more fire brewing from them. "Why should i tell you?" she questioned, not yet ready to reveal who she was. Though it didn't occur to her that her dress, though a day dress, was more regal than that of a peasant. She stopped striking at him but kept her sword poised as if she might restart again.

 

[Homerun2611]

'By the Gods, this was a woman!' Such spirit, such strength, such endurance, fire, guts, he had never seen anything quite like her. He could sense her frustration, and when she finally halted, but far from surrendered, he turned, ever so slightly, as he did not trust the vixen not to try to run him through, and that alone brought a fire to his loins he had scarcely felt before.

Oh, back home, he had his share of maidens, virgins and married ladies of the court alike. He was a giant of a man in these times, nearly six foot three inches, and twenty two stones of sculpted muscle. There were statues less muscular and defined than master Erik. Combine that with his classic features, and deep blue eyes, and a voice that made women's underthings damp by his tone alone, and then there was the smile. In an age of yellow and rotting dental hygiene, Erik was again blessed with a set of pearls, perfectly aligned and dazzling, that would have made the proudest oyster envious. It was not the teeth alone, it was how when he smiled or laughed his manly chest flexed, and his eyes danced, and women, swooned.

That was the issue, Eric was a warrior and a hunter, and no hunter enjoys the great elk coming up bright eyed and pleased to have the bow shot through his heart. So yes, he had visited many a garden, and seen the flowers so willingly open and avail themselves to him. He smelled, and plucked, polinated and soiled, but would then move on, completely lacking any longer term interest.

Thus it was, as he met Lady Anne. He had recognized immediately the difference in attire, she was some form of nobility, and thus deserved some recignition, but it was her fight, her spiirit, the fire that burned in her beautiful locks that won her special consideration, if indeed she wanted it? He heard the men laughing and teasing, and it was they who he addressed while still keeping an eye on her.

"And what is it you all find so funny? I dare say, I would not wager on any of you against her? Or perhaps it is me, would any of you dare take me on as she has, fight as valiantly or endure so long? Perhaps I should give you a run at her, and see how long it takes her to run you through?" He heard the grumblings but the men shut up.

He turned back, now once again speaking in her tongue. Eric was well educated and literate, e had spent two years, three years back in the court of King William in Knightly training, except after four days it was young Erik doing the training and the elder knights attempting to maste his skills. He was composed, and gave her his smile. "You should tell me because, I have beaten your men fairly, and so far spared any additional lives. You are clearly a noble, but unlike any lady of court I have met, I mean that as a compliment. Your courage and spirit has won you audience to give me reason to spare them from death or slave work. It is your choice on whether you choose to take me up on my offer but should you choose not to, their fates will ride on your head, every bit as much as mine. I am giving you an opportunity, it is your choice?"

He extended his hand, and watched her, as she saw her contemplate an offensive, "Please don't my lady, if you draw again, I must finish you, you will have dishonored my offer. It is not you, there is not a knight in the land that can beat me. It is not arrogance, it is truth, I speak truths. I am Erik Olaffson, son of Bjorn Olaffson of the Westelies, grandson of King Olaf, and whom may you be?"

 

[Perplexia]

Anne's eyes watched him carefully, and listened to him speak to his men in their native language. The looks on their faces confirmed to her he was in fact the leader. But the fact that he silenced them made a small impression upon her. Just that mere display showed that he held weight, and was conscientious of how their actions seemed to only ignite her rage. Or at least that's what she assumed since it's hard to know what any man, much less a barbarian was thinking.

He switched back to her and spoke her language once again. If she hadn't been so angry, she would have most definitely taken in his chiseled features. From his face to his arms the man was built like a god. Even in her off mental state, his voice still impacted her. His first words however, not so much.

"Fairly, you 'Fairly' beat these men? Tell me how does one 'fairly' beat unarmed men with axes and clubs and such? Were they shooting deadly spears from their eyes? Or was it the massive security we have around this town that you could see no other way to take it?"

Her nostrils flared at him. All this senseless death. Now she understood a little why her father went to the bottle for consolation. But now she had a choice to make. The choice was for her peoples lives. It was time to put on her Ladyship hat, and act like the leader they deserved. His men yes one or two at a time she could probably take on. But him, he was unlike any fighter she'd ever seen.

He was right as much as she didn't like to admit it. She had no choice but to find some way to negotiate with him for her peoples sake. Placing her sword carefully down to her side and keep a firm grip on it, just in case, she spoke.

"I am the leader since your men killed my father. I am Lady Anne Hayward. These are my people. There was anger still from her eyes, but a more sophisticated calmness in her voice. What is your offer Erik Olaffson for their freedom?" she asked knowing she hadn't much riches. At least not enough to satisfy the hunger that she heard a viking possess.

 

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He listened to her rage, and later when she mentioned it was her father, who he realized was held in his man's hands as a clear sign of conquest did he fully take it in. "Fairly, you 'Fairly' beat these men? Tell me how does one 'fairly' beat unarmed men with axes and clubs and such? Were they shooting deadly spears from their eyes? Or was it the massive security we have around this town that you could see no other way to take it?"
Erik was no savage, despite her view of his appearance, he was a warrior, and there was a difference. He had not come to kill and maim, he had come to conquer this land and claim it for the Vikings, build a stronghold that could withstand when the new King inevitably came to take it back.

Erik was angry at her response, but understood. The reality was her town had been lazy, if not asleeep, their leaders should have been embarrassed with the inadequacy of the resistance he faced, and the fact they entered largely without any realization of the military of this group, instead they were now largely dead. Never under his watch would he allow anything similar, a good leader must be vigilant in his care to protect what is his, and the safety of his people.

His men had come in to almost no resistance, only to find them shocked and inadequate in thier response, but respond they did, running at his men willy nilly, but the defeat of their inadequate opposition had been easy. He had not arrived to negotiate, but to conquer, if they had laid down swords, they would have accepted it bloodless, but instead they fought, if you could call it that, and his men answered and vanquuished as they were trained to do. His men were trained to subdue and end quickly eliminate any resistance, and so they had, other than this one lass, trying to take them all on, as her men had so thoroughly and inadequately been able to do.

He watched her then compose herself, and turn, the battle lost, again the lady impressed him with her pivot and attempt to salvage what was largely insavageable. "I am the leader since your men killed my father. I am Lady Anne Hayward. These are my people. There was anger still from her eyes, but a more sophisticated calmness in her voice. What is your offer Erik Olaffson for their freedom?"

He stayed somber and moved closer, respecting her loss, and trying to initiate a more discreet and private negotiation. She didn't realize it, but he was a bit taken with her, and she had the ability to effect the outcome, which would otherwise be the imprisonment of her villagers, the elimination of the weak, severely elderly or infirmed, and largely the selling of the remainde into slavery or servitude.

"I appreciate your anger, and I cannot compensate your loss. You will need to grieve, but that must wait a bit. We were here to take your lands, your men were not prepared, and under my watch I can guarantee, that will never happen again. You know these people better than I, if there is a reason that I do not gather the healthy and put into servitude, eliminate the infirmed, I will do as such. I have roughly 180 men left here, after the fighting. They will need blacksmiths, craftsman, and the such, they will need women who can satisfy their needs..." He had seen several women, who were attractive enough to put into a serviceable brothel, as the best way to avoid threats of mutiny was with reasonably satisfied group of cocks.

"....take a look what is left here, do you have solutions to offer, or should I simply carry out my duties of parsing what is needed and valuable from what is not?" He turned to his second in command, a brute of a man who followed orders to a T. "Have the villagers gathered into the square. They will be frightened, try to be as gentle as possible, I want no one who is complying harmed in any way. Separate the men and women, old and infirmed. Please keep children with their mothers, I need thorough counts, I will meet you in the square in 30 minutes. Try to calm them, you don't speak their language, so the aggressiveness of your movements and tone mean everything." He simply nodded, Erik's men were well trained for this, but now they must execute.

He turned back to Lady Anne. "May you and I go somewhere and talk, perhaps you have some water, ale or wine we might share....and might I suggest you try not to poison me, I don't think the result wouold be to your favor?"

 

[Perplexia]

As much as Anne hated to admit it, he had a point. As soon as they received word about the Kings death they should have fortified the town. They knew this was to come, yet her father did nothing. Perhaps she should have taken a firmer hand with him, not that it would have done any good. But it would have been better then doing nothing. Even better then this.

Right now she needed to come up with an argument. There wasn't a way to pay him, and there would be no rescue party. First and foremost she had to put her villagers first. Regardless of what sacrifice she would have to make. But what could possibly be worth the price her people would be worth in servitude.

War was upon them all, his people and hers. There would likely be more bloodshed and she needed to keep that in mind. Anne nodded and added in response to his question if there was somewhere more private they could speak. She let him to large manor, that wasn't quite a castle.

They went into the dining room and she motioned for him to sit upon the wooden chair in front of the 8ft oak table. "Amelia, Ale for our guest and myself please". she commanded. The girl nodded and with a curtsy and scampered off. The look of fear was evident upon her face. Being this near to him was unsettling and she couldn't figure out why she found herself blushing and short of breath when he drew near out in the town. Perhaps it was just bottled fear.

Taking a seat to his right she laid the sword against her chair and folded her long delicate fingers in front of her. "This town was made self-sufficient when my father received it as a gift from King William. Oddly this was done so in the event we found our self under attack, or cut off from trade routes. However, as you've bared witness to my father's demons prevented him from finishing his plan of fortifying the town." Amelia arrived with the ale and poured them both a tin cup full and left it between them before scurrying away again.

Taking a drink from the cup and letting the liquid courage run down her throat. She closed her eyes for a moment recomposing herself, and then opened them continuing. "Though most of the men have been slaughtered, the blacksmith and a few crafts men and women remain. We've never had a ..Brothel.. she said adjusting her mouth to the word. But one could be built and there are some widows prior to today's events that i'm sure would be more then willing to satisfy you and your mens needs."

With a larger gulp of ale she managed this time to look at his face instead of her hands. "Every person in this town has a purpose. My tasks are to take bread out to the poor, keep the books, basically all that it entails to keep things running smoothly with a small profit from the residents. These people are happy with their lives. We take care of each other, and help when it's required. With civility on you and your mens part i'm sure they will be able to accept you as part of it."

 

[Homerun2611]

She took him to what she soon would confirm was her home. While not a palace, she lived well, very well, and again he was impressed. He had not met a woman like her, she was as much man as woman, in logic, toughness, and carriage. Yet, as he walked with her, she was vey female, and while the clothes hid quite a bit, he sense a womanly figure underneath that would please the most discerning of eye.

She showed him to her table and called to her servant, ordered ale which pleased him much. He was taking it all in, but as he saw her place, a new thought began to sprout, one that he assumed wouold meet resistance, but if she let herself think as a leader instead of a woman, she might understand the pragmatic merit. War was indeed imminent, but he need not be an invader, if ... she was reasonable?

The girl brought their drinks, "I believe she thinks me the devil or a beast, trust, I am neither, unless of course a beast is desired?" He raised his brow, for him this was about as close as courting got, he was a man of straight talk and decisive judgment. About halfway through thier swordfight he had decided this woman was worthy of his interest as perhaps none had been before, and now he was exploring the potential mutuality of that interest, with a slightly provocative assertion.

They were now alone. "This town was made self-sufficient when my father received it as a gift from King William. Oddly this was done so in the event we found our self under attack, or cut off from trade routes. However, as you've bared witness to my father's demons prevented him from finishing his plan of fortifying the town." He remaind quiet, but that explaind a lot. He was not a fan of rules being rewarded as presents. His father had been similary rewarded, purely on birthright, same with his brothers. He felt if you fought and won a territory, you understood its value and the need to protect it. He would not take this land, these people for granted, he in fact, would defend them to his death. Yet he liked that it had the ability to be self serving, that provided a layer of stability, if desied, an empire could be built from such a strong and self sustaining center.

She took a hearty sip, she drank like a man, and that would be his ideal mate, drink, think and fight like a man, fuck like a woman, or better yet, a whore! "Though most of the men have been slaughtered, the blacksmith and a few crafts men and women remain. We've never had a ..Brothel.." she said adjusting her mouth to the word. "But one could be built and there are some widows prior to today's events that i'm sure would be more then willing to satisfy you and your mens needs." He smiled, "I dare say, it is a necessity, but most of us Vikings, we enjoy and know how to pleasure a woman, your widows will not lack for the enjoyment of release." Never one to skirt the awkward, it was agreed to.

"Every person in this town has a purpose. My tasks are to take bread out to the poor, keep the books, basically all that it entails to keep things running smoothly with a small profit from the residents. These people are happy with their lives. We take care of each other, and help when it's required. With civility on you and your mens part i'm sure they will be able to accept you as part of it."

"Lady Anne, we are not here to be neighbors, we have conquered you, and your choices are limited. However, if there are truly skills, things which enhance the settlement, and hopefully give people joy, there is no reason they cannot continue. How do you teach, train, or school your young?" He listened to her response. "The Brothel will be fine but most of your able men, are now dead. I have 20 in my leadership, and correct me, but if they were to marry, they wouold be entitled to that woman's lands under the King's law? Same with you..." He stopped and looked into her eyes, but there was warmth there expressed in his, genuine interest, even if it was not necessarily returned.

"Lady Anne, you are of an age, and most certainly a beauty, that I do not understand why you are not wed. I can only hazzard, no man has ever enchanted you enough to earn your favor. None has ever welcomed the fire in your eyes, or the fight in your heart. I do, for I have never met or seen a woman like you. I need a wife, a legitimate right to these lands, and one day, I hope to breed. I know you do not love me, nor I you, yet, but such can grow, or not, or we could simply be partners. Same with my leaders and some group of ladies, I would suggest you help select."

He saw the look in her eyes, perhaps he had not been clear. "Will you and your women wed my men, make us legitimate title holders, and allow us to care for you/them? Or would they prefer to be made whores or slaves?" It was not exactly Romeo and Juliet, but it was pragmatic, and they were expected back in the town's square in ten minutes with answers, not possibilities. He had warned her, he was a man of truths, and not a bad catch himself!

 

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"Lady Anne, we are not here to be neighbors, we have conquered you, and your choices are limited. However, if there are truly skills, things which enhance the settlement, and hopefully give people joy, there is no reason they cannot continue. How do you teach, train, or school your young?" He listened to her response.

We have a small school on the edge of town.

"The Brothel will be fine but most of your able men, are now dead. I have 20 in my leadership, and correct me, but if they were to marry, they would be entitled to that woman's lands under the King's law. Same with you..."

"They would also need to convert to Christianity to be considered legal citizens and to sanction the marriages. It doesn't mean that they have to believe in the one true god, or forget their gods. But its a formality." she ignored the same with you portion willfully.

"Lady Anne, you are of age, and most certainly a beauty, that I do not understand why you are not wed. I can only hazard, no man has ever enchanted you enough to earn your favor. None has ever welcomed the fire in your eyes, or the fight in your heart. I do, for I have never met or seen a woman like you. I need a wife, a legitimate right to these lands, and one day, I hope to breed. I know you do not love me, nor I you, yet, but such can grow, or not, or we could simply be partners. Same with my leaders and some group of ladies, I would suggest you help select.
"Will you and your women wed my men, make us legitimate title holders, and allow us to care for you/them. Or would they prefer to be made whores or slaves?"
"Of course we do not wish to become whores or slaves. I'm sure many of the woman if approached with civility would find matches in your men. There are probably 30 widows in or around the farm. We would need to match carefully, skills, likes etc for them to be advantageous marriages."

She took another drink of ale. There wasn't really any avoiding this, she would have to marry him. "I am not wed because my father couldn't do without me, he is, well was" Taking a moment she regathered her composure. He was right grieving would have to wait. "He was a drunkard and plagued with night terrors. I can only guess it was from the battle he was in for the previous king. I've never had the desire to be a 'wife'. However, it seems i truly do not have a choice in the matter. So yes, i will marry you...but with conditions of my own if you are willing to hear them."

 

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He had negotiated war time pacts, surrenders, and the division of lands. Anne was composed and thoughtful, she knew her people and kept their interest paramount, he once again respected her stewardship, and as she described her father, how long she had indeed been the defacto ruler.

We have a small school on the edge of town. He smiled, "You do! And is the instructor still alive, or did a group teach different subjects? I believe in literacy and instruction, it always bothered me that in the king's court, only the privilige, of which I was fortunate to be included were given the privilige of learning their letters. This will continue, and I would like to review the curricula, and perhaps add certain skills in defense, agriculture, fishing and hunting."

He could tell she cared about creating a strong and self sustaining community, she would be surprised to see how much they held in common. She counseled him, not judging, but explaining and he understood the difference. "They would also need to convert to Christianity to be considered legal citizens and to sanction the marriages. It doesn't mean that they have to believe in the one true god, or forget their gods. But its a formality." He nodded and smiled, "Of course, how could I forget...." This could be an issue, but he thought not. His gods were more about life than redemption. Above all, his men would listen, and this was required for them to claim their land, and wife, then "Yes, I can explain this to them, we can do that."

He smiled at her practicality, "Of course we do not wish to become whores or slaves. I'm sure many of the woman if approached with civility would find matches in your men. There are probably 30 widows in or around the farm. We would need to match carefully, skills, likes etc for them to be advantageous marriages." He looked at her, "We need an orderly process, arranged marriages I believe. Your women have just experienced great hardship, my men will tend to focus too much on the physical. I assume you know your people, I know mine, and I agree good unions must ideally have attraction, but must be more. We will need to allow some inclusion of attractiveness, maybe some gathering to introduce people, but I will not allow jealousies to break down the culture and brotherhood of my men. You and I will have final say."

He hoped she understood the respect and role she had already gained from him, he was not treating her as a prisoner, but in many ways a true partner. She clarified her position, but even after he assumed his initial belief was correct, she had never met the right man, but she would learn, sh had now, she just didn't know it yet, and in different times, different circumstances he first would have earned her heart, these weren't those times.

"I've never had the desire to be a 'wife'. However, it seems i truly do not have a choice in the matter. So yes, i will marry you...but with conditions of my own if you are willing to hear them." He took a large swig of his ale, trying to understand if she was even slightly pleased at the concept, but given her father's death, that was probably too much. "Okay, I cannot promise I will agree, but I wouold be happy to listen and will honestly be open minded in trying to address. However, I have one of my own, and it is both ways. When we are done, I would like us to disrobe, not that it will happen now, or immediately, but I want a wife I long for, and I want a wife, who finds my body desirable. There will be a day, when I will expect to bed you, and I want us both to have a certain, anticipation of that moment." He stopped, and looked at her, "Now Lady Anne, what are your conditions?"

 

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He smiled, "You do! And is the instructor still alive, or did a group teach different subjects? I believe in literacy and instruction, it always bothered me that in the king's court, only the privilege, of which I was fortunate to be included were given the privilege of learning their letters. This will continue, and I would like to review the curricula, and perhaps add certain skills in defense, agriculture, fishing and hunting."
"Yes the instructor is still alive, a widow of three years. Because we are self sustaining agriculture is part of the curricula, as well as letters, history, philosophy, and writing. We can proudly boast that our little town prospers and nurtures the minds of a new generation." She actually gave an honest prideful smile at that. Education was very important to her. And she was glad it did to him as well.

He looked at her, "We need an orderly process, arranged marriages I believe. Your women have just experienced great hardship, my men will tend to focus too much on the physical. I assume you know your people, I know mine, and I agree good unions must ideally have attraction, but must be more. We will need to allow some inclusion of attractiveness, maybe some gathering to introduce people, but I will not allow jealousies to break down the culture and brotherhood of my men. You and I will have final say."

She was glad he was taking in the women's feelings into consideration. "I agree, I think we should make a list of questions and have both parties fill them out. I think a gathering of the people would be a good idea. But first they need to be allowed to bury their dead and grieve properly. The only way to have an open mind to move on is to have closure to the past. When we do the gathering you and I will need to act as interpreters. We must find a way to educate both of our people in both languages if we are to function as one."

He took a large swig of his ale, trying to understand if she was even slightly pleased at the concept, but given her father's death, that was probably too much.

"Okay, I cannot promise I will agree, but I would be happy to listen and will honestly be open minded in trying to address. However, I have one of my own, and it is both ways. When we are done, I would like us to disrobe, not that it will happen now, or immediately, but I want a wife I long for, and I want a wife, who finds my body desirable. There will be a day, when I will expect to bed you, and I want us both to have a certain, anticipation of that moment."

Goosebumps traveled up her arms and she quickly stroked them and then grabbed the ale taking a long swig. Naked. He wanted to see her naked now, before they were wed, before anything. "I'm going to have to trust your word as a gentleman. Trust is very important to me. If you break it, there is little chance you will ever regain it. But I will concede to your request." taking another swig of ale she looked at him in his eyes.

He stopped, and looked at her, "Now Lady Anne, what are your conditions?" Taking a deep breath she spoke "Although it is rarely done, it is important to me that our union be between the two of us. There will be no boasting of your conquest once we are wed and have consummated our relationship. There will also be no other women. It is important that our children be legitimate heirs and not have to grow up with the stigma there father was a whore monger, and have to deal with jealous half siblings."

Taking a moment to let what she said sink in she then continued.

"Also when it comes to matters of the town we need to be on the same page. That means not making rash decisions without taking the time to discuss it with the other."

 

[Homerun2611]

Erik considered himself an excellent judge of people, so with every action, from the battlefield, to the early negotiations, to now this discussion of her lands, her people, and finally their union he watched her. He watched how she thought, her logic, her consideration, her values, her fire, her character. Repeatedly, and thus far without fail, she had passed with flying colors. Never had he been so taken, and certainly never in so short a period of time. This time there was the sparkle and pride of a nurturer in her eyes and voice as she talked about the school, the teacher, the children.

"Yes the instructor is still alive, a widow of three years. Because we are self sustaining agriculture is part of the curricula, as well as letters, history, philosophy, and writing. We can proudly boast that our little town prospers and nurtures the minds of a new generation." He smiled and nodded at her, seeing more than just a leader, but potentially the mother to his children, their children.

"I agree, I think we should make a list of questions and have both parties fill them out. I think a gathering of the people would be a good idea. But first they need to be allowed to bury their dead and grieve properly. The only way to have an open mind to move on is to have closure to the past. When we do the gathering you and I will need to act as interpreters. We must find a way to educate both of our people in both languages if we are to function as one." He laughed, "I am glad you think so highly of my warriors and fishermen, but sadly few of them know their letters. The vision we share is to educate our young, but for now, three perhaps four are truly literate, and none had near my training. How about we assign a lady to each man, she can help him fill it out, and perhaps circulate a bit getting to know each other. While many of my men may not be learned, they are good hunters, farmers and fighters, your ladies if they allow will find they are good providers and will protect them. However, the ladies may need to file some rough edges. We will learn your language, but I would like you to also learn ours. I will teach myself, if that is okay?" He smiled, and then became somber. "Of course they must grieve, and I am fine assisting with a proper honoring of the dead. Just let me know your customs and my men will assist in every way possible."

If she listened, she would also learn of him, he was fierce but respectful, intelligent, but understated in his verbosity, he liked to listen more than talk, as he learned far more, but readily took the lead when needed or necessary. And most of all, he was compassionate, he truly felt for their losses and did want to honor the men he had just slain.

He watched her reaction, she was a proper lady, in her own way, and his suggestion was forward, if not likely obscene in her eyes, yet, she did not dismiss, she considered and then she replied, after a deep breath. "I'm going to have to trust your word as a gentleman. Trust is very important to me. If you break it, there is little chance you will ever regain it. But I will concede to your request." He knew this was not easy for her, she had immense pride, and this was a major concession. He leaned in, and touched her arm. "You may always rely on my discretion, and again we are alike, I am careful in extending trust, and once broken cannot be regained, but you will learn, you can trust me, and I am equally confident, I can trust you...." He smiled, "And I know that you are wary, but I am sure I will like what I see, and as I speak in truths, I believe, so will you!"

He was not arrogant, he spoke simply from a man, that knew physically, he had no peer of which he was aware. Finally she gave her conditions of matrmony, and as he listened he felt they came from the heart. "Although it is rarely done, it is important to me that our union be between the two of us. There will be no boasting of your conquest once we are wed and have consummated our relationship. There will also be no other women. It is important that our children be legitimate heirs and not have to grow up with the stigma there father was a whore monger, and have to deal with jealous half siblings."

He sat back, hiding a smile behind the mug of ale as he drank. This was easy, he felt the same, but, there was more to the story. "I will not deny Lady Anne, I have lay with many women, but have no child. I do not have memories, for they were not memorable. Yet I have known you all of two hours, and even now, could never forget you. There the were wanting and willingly spreading their legs but more often than not, imitating dead fish. I believe the bedding of a man and a woman is more than procreation, it is also the most sublime recreation. When we are together, abandon propriety, and be mine. Indulge in our pleasures of the flesh, show me that same fire and spirit you had with a sword in your hand, when you have my sword instead. I want a woman who longs for me to be between her legs, and for whom I long to be there. I want passion, do not deny me, and I will never want for another. I will be possessive of your flower, as you appear to be for my wand. One you lay with me, you will be mine, and I yours, and then it is up to us whether we allow ourselves to push the boundaries of pleasure that male, female love making can manifest!"

He looked at her, unsure of what she might be thinking, so he stood up, downed the remainder of his ale, all this talk had him nice and hard, ripe for presentation and inspection. He smiled at her, as he moved his hands to his clothes. "If that is all, shall we disrobe and complete our negotiations?"

 

[Perplexia]

He laughed, "I am glad you think so highly of my warriors and fishermen, but sadly few of them know their letters. The vision we share is to educate our young, but for now, three perhaps four are truly literate, and none had near my training. How about we assign a lady to each man, she can help him fill it out, and perhaps circulate a bit getting to know each other. While many of my men may not be learned, they are good hunters, farmers and fighters, your ladies if they allow will find they are good providers and will protect them. However, the ladies may need to file some rough edges. We will learn your language, but I would like you to also learn ours. I will teach myself, if that is okay?" "Yes I think that will be adequate.

He smiled, and then became somber. "Of course they must grieve, and I am fine assisting with a proper honoring of the dead. Just let me know your customs and my men will assist in every way possible."

"There are a couple different aspects." she responded. "The first is the viewing. where family and friends Come to say their final goodbyes and pay their respects. Then there is the burial in which the priest will say a few words as the bury the body six feet under and cover it with dirt and rocks. Most families will place a wooden cross of sorts with their loved ones name. In traditional sense a wife will wear black for a year before she is allowed to remarry. That will not impact your men however." she said anticipating a rebuttal. "The widows i have in mind have all passed their grieving periods." she decided to push the line a little. "With your permission, other than our wedding day, i shall like to observe that custom and wear black to honors father memory."

He leaned in, and touched her arm. "You may always rely on my discretion, and again we are alike, I am careful in extending trust, and once broken cannot be regained, but you will learn, you can trust me, and I am equally confident, I can trust you...."

When the flesh of his hand touched the cloth on her arm, something happened with in her. She knew she could trust him, and if any man dare even look at her wrong their life would be at risk. She couldn't explain this connection she felt with him. It didn't make sense to her, because it was unlike anything she'd ever encounter. She just knew that this man was different. Not just because he was a viking, but because he was an intelligent man with a unique perception to the world around him.

"Thank you" she replied softly.

There was so much she meant by those two little words. But now wasn't the time to delve into subconscious thoughts and hidden meanings.

He sat back, hiding a smile behind the mug of ale as he drank. This was easy, he felt the same, but, there was more to the story. "I will not deny Lady Anne, I have lay with many women, but have no child. I do not have memories, for they were not memorable. Yet I have known you all of two hours, and even now, could never forget you. There the were wanting and willingly spreading their legs but more often than not, imitating dead fish. I believe the bedding of a man and a woman is more than procreation, it is also the most sublime recreation. When we are together, abandon propriety, and be mine. Indulge in our pleasures of the flesh, show me that same fire and spirit you had with a sword in your hand, when you have my sword instead. I want a woman who longs for me to be between her legs, and for whom I long to be there. I want passion, do not deny me, and I will never want for another. I will be possessive of your flower, as you appear to be for my wand. One you lay with me, you will be mine, and I yours, and then it is up to us whether we allow ourselves to push the boundaries of pleasure that male, female love making can manifest!"

It didn't surprise her that he had laid with many women. But it did touch a cord of heart when he told her she couldn't be forgotten. He wasn't as roguish in his description of what he wanted from her in the bedroom. She did blush a little because these things where simply not discussed. That she knew of anyway. Her comparison was only what her friends had told her. It was awaking to her that he saw it as a pleasure for both. Anne had never considered that there may be such a thing waiting for her in a marriage bed. If perhaps she had given it further thought she would have realized it was a possibility. Though she never really had anything to compare it to. "I will promise to try my best not to disappoint you. Though i don't know anything about the 'pleasures' of the flesh, nor that of the heart. I just ask that you be patient with me."

He looked at her, unsure of what she might be thinking, so he stood up, downed the remainder of his ale, all this talk had him nice and hard, ripe for presentation and inspection. He smiled at her, as he moved his hands to his clothes. "If that is all, shall we disrobe and complete our negotiations?"

Drinking down the rest of her ale as he did she rose from the table. "If you will follow me to a more private area we shall disrobe and complete our negotiations"
She tried to say it without any fear or reservation, though there was in fact quite a bit. It was unnerving to reveal herself and be so vulnerable.

"Please follow me." she said picking up her sword and heading toward the stair case. They made their way up the stairs and she opened a door to a private chamber. Once they were inside she closed it and turned the key to ensure privacy. Positioning her self about four feet away from him she stood tall and looked him dead in the eyes. Her fingers began to unlace her dress. Turning around she asked nervously. "Would you please release the laces for me"

 

[Homerun2611]

She was thoughtful and somber, he understood. This community had suffered great loss and it was at his hands. "There are a couple different aspects." she responded. "The first is the viewing. where family and friends Come to say their final goodbyes and pay their respects. Then there is the burial in which the priest will say a few words as the bury the body six feet under and cover it with dirt and rocks. Most families will place a wooden cross of sorts with their loved ones name. In traditional sense a wife will wear black for a year before she is allowed to remarry. That will not impact your men however...The widows i have in mind have all passed their grieving periods." she decided to push the line a little. "With your permission, other than our wedding day, i shall like to observe that custom and wear black to honors father memory."

He nodded and thought. "I do understand, and you must do what you need and I will not deny you. However, know, that as your husband, it is not my preference. I will do all in my power to make you happy, and in return, I want my wife to be a source of inspiration for me. I want a woman unafraid to be a woman, inspiring her man, and leaving him longing to gaze on her again and all the virtues only a beautiful woman possesses, and I believe you my Lady, in particular, possess in abundance."

When he touched her arm, he too fell the spark in his body, and a sense of connectedness that came from the depths of the soul. And although he could not know the full significance, he knew her simple, soft and sincere "Thank you" was far more than a polite acknowledgement. He respected her, and was cognizant of her needs, this was not a brute, despite his physical presence, this was a man!

He knew this next part was hard for her, a discussion unlike any she had ever had, and certainly not with a gentlemen as a prerequisite to their coupling. "I will promise to try my best not to disappoint you. Though i don't know anything about the 'pleasures' of the flesh, nor that of the heart. I just ask that you be patient with me." His hand moved from her arm to her cheek where he cradled it softly, forcing her to look at him. "Do not over think it my Lady. Do you not feel yet the chemistry between us. Perhaps you do not yet hunger for me, but I think you will. Just don't resist, the mind is the enemy to passion. Trust your body, its needs its wants, and pursue them. Bring the fire of the woman who battled my sword so passionately and tirelessly, going on impulse and reactions, and I could ask for no mor. Of course I will be patient, I intend to devote a life time to you and us, and helping us enjoy each other to the greatest extremes possible. Just trust yourself, trust me...and let our bodies learn how to please and push and enjoy themselves..I will always be there."

They got up, but as he should have anticipated, she wanted privacy, "If you will follow me to a more private area we shall disrobe and complete our negotiations…Please follow me." He watched her move, ever since their fight had finished, he had found himself undressing her with his eyes, the anticipation growing ever more rabid, and now the time was here. She stood four feet away, staring at him, not defiant, not submissive, and if he hadn’t known better he might have thought aroused. As her hands went to her laces, he smiled, “I cannot remember more when I was so excited to participate in such an exquisite unveiling.” He winked, trying to reduce her embarrassment and accurately convey his attraction. Suddenly she turned, "Would you please release the laces for me?"

He closed quickly, but rather than put his hands immediately to her laces, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders, and as he leaned in, his warm breath on her neck only to be immediately followed by his soft lips. He inhaled her soft scent, only to taste her with his first kiss to her neck. Tenderly and romantically he applied two kisses. “This is a special moment, the first time a man unwraps his woman and is allowed to feast on her gifts. Your body is a treasure to me, I will admire it, enjoy it, and take ownership with all I have to protect it, and bring it pleasure. I hope you learn to want me my Lady, as I know I will want you.” As he did not sense resistance, he moved his hands down and as he slowly unlaced her bodice he continued to kiss her softly until she was undone.

Fully unlaced, he brought his hands back up and slid her gown down her shoulders to the very precipice of it falling down her body, and then he stopped. “Would you like me to keep going? I will tell you, I enjoyed that very much, I look forward to unwrapping you again and again. If you would like me to finish, I would be glad to, delighted actually, or I will step away, you may finish, and I will unwrap and present myself to you, although, I would also welcome your assistance?” He was smiling, holding her delicate shoulders in his hands, her dress in his fingertips…

 

[Perplexia]

He nodded and thought. "I do understand, and you must do what you need and I will not deny you. However, know, that as your husband, it is not my preference. I will do all in my power to make you happy, and in return, I want my wife to be a source of inspiration for me. I want a woman unafraid to be a woman, inspiring her man, and leaving him longing to gaze on her again and all the virtues only a beautiful woman possesses, and I believe you my Lady, in particular, possess in abundance."

She was surprised that this charmer hadn't married yet. Somehow in the words he spoke she secretly found herself hoping that she could be such an inspiration to him and that they could form that unique bond so many marriages these days lacked. Anne was going to do what she could morally to make him happy. "I understand, and appreciate your thoughtfulness and sensitivity to the matter that is part of my culture."

His hand moved from her arm to her cheek where he cradled it softly, forcing her to look at him. "Do not over think it my Lady. Do you not feel yet the chemistry between us. Perhaps you do not yet hunger for me, but I think you will. Just don't resist, the mind is the enemy to passion. Trust your body, its needs its wants, and pursue them. Bring the fire of the woman who battled my sword so passionately and tirelessly, going on impulse and reactions, and I could ask for no more. Of course I will be patient, I intend to devote a life time to you and us, and helping us enjoy each other to the greatest extremes possible. Just trust yourself, trust me...and let our bodies learn how to please and push and enjoy themselves..I will always be there."

The touch to her cheek almost had her undone. It took all effort she had not to let the tears slip from her eyes. In that moment of cradling her face she felt supported, honored and cherished all at the same time. It was almost to overwhelming. Why was he having such and effect on her? Of course she felt the chemistry between them. She wasn't quite sure what hunger was, but that was probably there too. His eyes bore into hers with a softness she would have never thought a man, much less this one capable of. His promise of always being there was what allowed on tear to slip free and trickle down her cheek. Again the soft words of "Thank you" came from her lips.

He closed quickly, but rather than put his hands immediately to her laces, she felt his strong hands on her shoulders, and as he leaned in, his warm breath on her neck only to be immediately followed by his soft lips. He inhaled her soft scent, only to taste her with his first kiss to her neck. Tenderly and romantically he applied two kisses. “This is a special moment, the first time a man unwraps his woman and is allowed to feast on her gifts. Your body is a treasure to me, I will admire it, enjoy it, and take ownership with all I have to protect it, and bring it pleasure. I hope you learn to want me my Lady, as I know I will want you.” As he did not sense resistance, he moved his hands down and as he slowly unlaced her bodice he continued to kiss her softly until she was undone.

His soft kisses didn't make her jump as she thought they would have. She was still in a vulnerable state from his hand on her cheek and his words. His vows to her body only increased the desire to find solace in his arms and let everything free. She had been strong for so long without anyone to lean on, she had forgotten how to nurture her emotional side. Sure she had kindness to the town, but had always been worried about taking care of others, and no one was there for her. Could her husband to be really mean the things he said,and would he in turn grant her the freedom to curl in his arms for comfort? As she was enveloped in his words and his light touches with his lips upon her neck. She barely noticed that he was unlacing her bodice. It felt natural and it felt right for him to be the one doing it. Decorum had yet to rear its head and throw the wall of inhibitions up in the place it most likely belonged.

Fully unlaced, he brought his hands back up and slid her gown down her shoulders to the very precipice of it falling down her body, and then he stopped. “Would you like me to keep going? I will tell you, I enjoyed that very much, I look forward to unwrapping you again and again. If you would like me to finish, I would be glad to, delighted actually, or I will step away, you may finish, and I will unwrap and present myself to you, although, I would also welcome your assistance?” He was smiling, holding her delicate shoulders in his hands, her dress in his fingertips…

He gave her a moment to contemplate her situation. Childish honesty exited her mouth "Yes i do, but i shouldn't. I'm overwhelmed and hanging on by a thread. In the last half hour you have shown me more civility, consideration, kindness , admiration, and consolation that I think I've had in a life time." another tear trickled from her eye. "Right now i do not want your hands to leave me. That is wrong, and i don't understand it. I don't know how to process this. I would like to think that i'm not some weak feeble minded woman that melts in the arms of the first man that whispers in her ear." Closing her eyes for a moment as couple more tears fell she spoke again. "You asked me to trust you and i find more then anything i want to, i need to. So please continue with the understanding that we shan't lay together until our wedding night."

 

[Homerun2611]

He had described his desires for a wife, he loved her spirit and fire, but would encourage gowns that gave him fond remembrance of the curves that he would enjoy once that gown no longer stood in the way. Yet, he understood her torment of her loss, even though her father, had in many ways let her down. "I understand, and appreciate your thoughtfulness and sensitivity to the matter that is part of my culture." He simply nodded, he had said his piece.

He smiled knowing he had both touched her and provoked her, mentioned possibilities she did not know existed. Not long ago, he had seen nothing but fire and anger but that was now washing away. He wasn't trying to manipulate her, he was simply showing, in both words and actions, he was different, so different than any man she had known, any man she would know, however if she saw it, recognized it, and wanted it, he was there, wanting only to be hers The heat of anger had been replaced by the warmth of shared tenderness. He tear touched him, "Thank you" He wiped it from her cheek, "You are most welcome my Lady." He smiled, wanting to sweep her up in his strong arms. "Your fight will no longer be alone, I will be there, but I need you and want you, in my bed."

He felt her body soft, trusting, as he softly kissed her neck, unlaced her gown, and was about to slip off her garment. She didn't look at him, suddenly in many ways the fierce sword wielding maiden, was suddenly a little girl, a bird to be carefully held in his strong hands and gently encouraged to fly. If he had not been so close, he might not have heard her. "Yes i do, but i shouldn't. I'm overwhelmed and hanging on by a thread. In the last half hour you have shown me more civility, consideration, kindness , admiration, and consolation that I think I've had in a life time." He smiled and brought his lips to her ear, "I am sorry, but that will never be true again, you no longer always have to be strong, you can be soft and vulnerable and I will hold you, you can fall and I will catch you, and if you are scared, simply take my hand.


"Right now i do not want your hands to leave me. That is wrong, and i don't understand it. I don't know how to process this. I would like to think that i'm not some weak feeble minded woman that melts in the arms of the first man that whispers in her ear." He smiled, "Do not worry, you are the most capable and extraordinary woman I have ever met, but you no longer have to be a pillar all others use to support them, at times you can rest, and know I am in command, all is well. As for my hands, there is nowhere they would rather be."

He felt her emotion release, as she showed him in actions how far she had come, how she trusted him, in such a short time. "You asked me to trust you and i find more then anything i want to, i need to. So please continue with the understanding that we shan't lay together until our wedding night." As he slipped the gown from her shoulders, and it fell to puddle on the floor, he whispered, I wouldn't have it any other way...but I want our wedding to take place as soon as you are ready."

The gown fell, and there she stood in her cotton night dress, her naked body just beneath, and a pair of panteloons. He turned her toward him. He looked her up and down, obviously pleased, but, "I think my Lady has a few too many layers, something we might address with your seamstress in the future." There were two small buttons at the curve of her cleavage, and he looked in her eyes, as he unbuttoned them slowly revealing her breasts and flat toned tummy. He took a deep breath, and slid the nightdress from her shoulders, and she now stood topless before him.

She could see his delight, as his eyes took her in, he licked his lips in hunger to taste her. "You are spectacular my Lady, the fact that such beauty has never enjoyed the touch of a man, means you were destined for more, I hope you will find, the wait was well worth it." He took a knee, and curved his fingers around her pantaloons, "This is the final aspect, trust me, although, never have I been so wanting." He slid them over her slight, but perfectly rounded hips, and there in front of him was her bright burning bush, promising the fire he would find between her legs. His eyes panned down, and he let out a gasp, and looked up, seeing the worry in her eyes.

"Your flower is beautiful, I can hardly wait to enjoy the scents and flavors of your flower. But my lady..." He reached out and touched a small lighting bolt birthmark on her inner thigh a mere inch from her pubis. He ran his finger down it, and he felt her gasp. "You have the mark of Thor, the Gods, I am supposedly a descendant of the Gods myself, there can be no doubt, my lady, you have not just been waiting, but you have been waiting for me...just as I have searched for you."

He got up, "I hope I did not frighten you with my touch. Your beauty is beyond compare, and my body will ache until I am given the opportunity to lie with you." He looked at her, and reached down and pulled the tunic over his head, there were scratches running deep, in his chiseled chest, he was broad shouldered and his muscles rippled as if in conflict fighting for thier own space on muscular body. He took off his boots, and brought his hands to his belt. She was watching him closely, curiously, "Would my lady like to help me display myself? It is okay, you can touch me..."

 

[Perplexia]

He smiled and brought his lips to her ear, "I am sorry, but that will never be true again, you no longer always have to be strong, you can be soft and vulnerable and I will hold you, you can fall and I will catch you, and if you are scared, simply take my hand."
How could this man possibly be real? she pondered. His words and his warm breath in her ear continued to tear through the walls she had built so high over the last ten years. Instead of crumbling honesty came from her lips.

"Right now i do not want your hands to leave me. That is wrong, and i don't understand it. I don't know how to process this. I would like to think that i'm not some weak feeble minded woman that melts in the arms of the first man that whispers in her ear."

He smiled, "Do not worry, you are the most capable and extraordinary woman I have ever met, but you no longer have to be a pillar all others use to support them, at times you can rest, and know I am in command, all is well. As for my hands, there is nowhere they would rather be."

Even at one of her weakest moments he still believed in her ability to be worthy of him. For some reason she was feeling extremely lucky to be in the presence of such a man. He was strong, fierce and yet possessed the finesse of a gentleman. This man was born to be a king. There was no doubt in her mind that it was his true calling. Anne knew that with his help their town would only become stronger. Now wasn't the time to talk of political ambitions. But she made a mental note to one day breach the subject with him. He was the King that England needed.

His words reassured her that her virtue was safe and at the same time he was eager for their vows so he may be free to explore her flesh and her his. It was important to him that she take part in this experiment. Though she was still a bit hesitant.

"I think my Lady has a few too many layers, something we might address with your seamstress in the future." she couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh at his words and her bare top.

"I am sure my Lord" addressing him by what his new title would be. "that we may find some alternative, and still maintain the appearance worthy of being the Lady to the people, and providing my Lord ease of access to his wife." Was she flirting with him? Was she actually embracing the idea of being his on call lover? Her words took her back a minute and she listened to him intently as he said

"You are spectacular my Lady, the fact that such beauty has never enjoyed the touch of a man, means you were destined for more, I hope you will find, the wait was well worth it."

"Thank you my Lord" As he got down on one knee her hand reached out and gently stroked his cheek. Again that spark, that connection soared through her. But still her hand remained touching him as he began to slide down her pantaloons and expose her completely to him. Her heart was racing as he said

"This is the final aspect, trust me, although, never have I been so wanting." For the first time she felt dampness growing between her thighs as his fingers touched her flesh removing the undergarments. He gasped, and she thought perhaps the wetness was wrong, had she already disappointed him?

As if he somehow read her mind he replied "Your flower is beautiful, I can hardly wait to enjoy the scents and flavors of your flower. But my lady..."

Confusion was about to set in, but it was quickly replaced by the light touch on her inner thigh over her birthmark. Electricity flooded through her causing her button to ache and throb in agony and hunger. Her breathing increased rapidly she fought to keep her hands where they were and not reach for her aching womanhood.

"You have the mark of Thor, the Gods, I am supposedly a descendant of the Gods myself, there can be no doubt, my lady, you have not just been waiting, but you have been waiting for me...just as I have searched for you."

"Yes I have" she didn't realize the words until they actually came out in a almost raspy tone. In literally the hour or so she'd known him, he'd somehow managed to conquer her inhibitions, her demons, her anxieties and now even her body. She blushed profusely at the revelation she just gave.

He rose and her hand returned to her side. He said "I hope I did not frighten you with my touch. Your beauty is beyond compare, and my body will ache until I am given the opportunity to lie with you."

Fighting to put walls back in place she chose not to reveal to him that his touch ignited something inside of her she'd never felt before. Instead she said softly "No Mi Lord, I trusted in your word. Thank you for the generous words of praise you honor me with. "

He looked at her, and reached down and pulled the tunic over his head, there were scratches running deep, in his chiseled chest, he was broad shouldered and his muscles rippled as if in conflict fighting for their own space on muscular body. He took off his boots, and brought his hands to his belt. She was watching him closely, curiously, "Would my lady like to help me display myself? It is okay, you can touch me..."

Her hands were already on the way up when he gave permission to touch him. She took a step closer to him and placed her hand one hand on his shoulder feeling the muscle beneath it, and the other roamed his hard chest. Tracing the scars that he had earned in battle. Her eyes took in this chiseled god in front of her. The hand that was on his shoulder traced lightly to his neck admire him like a fine sculpture. Looking up at him shyly her eyes went back to his chest. Leaning forward she placed a soft kiss on his scar. As if that would be all it took to make it disappear. "is that okay?" she questioned looking back up to his eyes.

Her hands moved to his pants unfastening them as her eyes remained with his being sure her actions weren't offending him in any way. She fumbled with them until they came open and dropped to the floor. Her eyes broke contact with his to look down and see his proudly standing member aiming for the sky. It should have offended and frightened her. Instead she looked at it with amazement. This man was a god if ever there was one. Her mind was full of conflicting information, on one hand she wanted to touch it, on the other she wanted to kiss it, but both actions could be the undoing of the vow they had made. Well his vow to her to wait. Instead one hand traced the perfect v as she admired the 8 pack. In all her years she had never seen such a specimen.

Trying to regain her composure without stepping back "I think we should probably get dressed and see to our people." Though what she really wanted was his arms around her holding her tightly. She wanted to feel those warm lips on her flesh again. Soon once they were wed she would feel worthy of saying things like that to him. But there was work to do.

 

[Homerun2611]

He could feel the transition happening within the room, between them. He was just beginning to walk her through an awakening, embracing not only being the strong servant she had been to her people, but how she could be as a woman, embracing her femininity, her sexuality and having not just a husband, but a lover, and the joys of passion.

Yet he tried to be playful in expressing his desires. "I think my Lady has a few too many layers, something we might address with your seamstress in the future." she couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh at his words and her bare top. Yet, in that laugh, there was a certain spark and acknowledgment, her believed. "I am sure my Lord" addressing him by what his new title would be. "that we may find some alternative, and still maintain the appearance worthy of being the Lady to the people, and providing my Lord ease of access to his wife."

He looked at her, smiling, "My Lord, I like the sound of that....and I will enjoy access, and my Lady, so will you....but I also want to enjoy the visual, know when you dress, and I look at you, you are wetting an appetite that will need to be satisfied." He was letting her know that she had power, she didn't have to wait for him, she could initiate in her own most feminine way, and her man would know.

He praised her, her beauty, her sexuality, it was important she knew what she did to him, it was a different type of confidence, one that was clearly new to her. The lioness, in this new light, became a lamb. "Thank you my Lord" That softness, those words, by the Gods he wanted her, never had he experienced such want, yet he intended to keep to his word.

He removed her final undergarments, and there was her treasure, he inhaled her musk, and was thrilled to see the dew sparklng on her petals, she was wet, and whether her mind was completely sure or not, her cunt had no doubt, she knew herr man. However, it was her birthmark, put there by the Gods, a signal to him his journey truly was over...and she knew her King had come to her shore. "Yes I have" It took all he had to stand up, he wanted to lift her leg and open her petals, taste and lap at her honey, and see if her little button longed for the touch that she had avoided for her lifetime. Yet he got up, she had let him see her splendor, now it was her turn to see him. Her words made him know he had made the right decision, despite the overwhelming temptation.

"No Mi Lord, I trusted in your word. Thank you for the generous words of praise you honor me with. " "You have no idea how hard..." He smiled, for momentarily she wouold see exactly how hard, like a great pillar of pulsating ivory, "...it is to keep my oath, when every bone in my body has never been so tempted or wanting."

He gave her the option and she did not hesitate, how far they had come in such a short time, this fair damsel was ready to embrace full womanhood. He felt her hand on his chest, her trace his scars. Her touch was soft, caring, as if she knew the pain he had suffered and tried to will it away in a loving touch. "is that okay?" He so wanted to kiss her, "It is not just okay, it is perfet, loving, tender, it makes me want to be and feel I am home.....It has not been easy to become who I am, and I had thought that was what stopped me fom claiming a woman, but now I know, I have let my life be lead by the Gods, and they have brought me to you, but can you want a man who has so often flirted with death?"

She did not stop, and his heart raced as she reached for, and worked his belt. The fact she struggled a bit, pleased him, she was his and he was hers as she had clearly never contemplated before. Their eyes broke and he arched his back, like a male peacock, plumed and pleased to present his feathers. Erik saw her eyes, she looked at his hard member and he liked how she stared at it. He couold tell she was not just curious, she wanted, even though she wasn't sure exactly what to do, he would help.

Her hand traced his V and chills of desie swept his body, she did not know what to do, she needed his help, "I think we should probably get dressed and see to our people." . He did nt let he go, and she did not resist. "Not quite yet my lady." He took her hand and gently put it on his cock. "I think you need to be introduced?" He smiled and moved closer. "I will not break my word, but we are not ready to part, are we?" Pointing his fingers down, slightly curled, he took her by her mound, and with the othe hand, grabbed her back, just in case she needed support. "I too craved an introduction..." As he gripped he pressed, lightly massaging...his hand gripped her back and pulled her in as thei hands enjoyed each other's sex, and he kissed her, firm strong, he pressed his soft lips firmly into hers, and kissd her how she deserved to be kissed.

He did not use his tongue, but he held and lingered and allowed her to kiss back. His fnger felt her swollen buttn and he massaged as he pressed, giving her the chance to either withdraw or enjoy...The kiss was wonderful, mind shattering, and he hated for it to end..as he broke he did not let go, "Now we may get dressed if you wish....or if you would like, I will kiss you ome more time and you will let my fingers bring you a gift that will make you want our wedding to happen as soon as I do?"

 

[Perplexia]

"No Mi Lord, I trusted in your word. Thank you for the generous words of praise you honor me with. " "You have no idea how hard..." He smiled, for momentarily she would see exactly how hard, like a great pillar of pulsating ivory, "...it is to keep my oath, when every bone in my body has never been so tempted or wanting."

But somehow she felt she did. The throbbing and aching of her bud, the desire be no where but entwined within his arms. If ever there was a man to lift the weight from her shoulders and show her the way into becoming the woman she was meant to be. It would be him. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that this, that he was the course her life was always meant to take. Even if it took the sacrifice of her fathers death, and some of her people. She felt ashamed at that thought. All that had been lost that day and here she was behind closed doors finding a happiness she never knew could exist. Yet still looking in his eyes caused her no hesitation to reach out and touch him.

"is that okay?" He so wanted to kiss her, "It is not just okay, it is perfect, loving, tender, it makes me want to be and feel I am home.....It has not been easy to become who I am, and I had thought that was what stopped me from claiming a woman, but now I know, I have let my life be lead by the Gods, and they have brought me to you, but can you want a man who has so often flirted with death?"

Her eyes looked to his
"I don't know if it was my god or yours My Lord. But I do not feel the need to question it. From your first touch on my arm my body reacted to you. Your words have serenaded me, and your strength inspires me, and fills me full of hope for a prosperous future. I have no doubt My Lord you and I are meant to be. So yes My Lord, i do."

Her heart lead her words not giving her mind the opportunity to sensor them.

"I think we should probably get dressed and see to our people." . He did not let he go, and she did not resist.
"Not quite yet my lady." He took her hand and gently put it on his cock.

A blush crept her cheeks as she didn't resist wrapping her long delicate fingers around his massive shaft. It was so smooth and silky. Without thought her fingers grasped around its neck and slowly slid up and down. Her eyes searched his to ensure what she did was okay.

"I think you need to be introduced?" He smiled and moved closer. "I will not break my word, but we are not ready to part, are we?"
"no sir" came out in almost a child's voice trusting in this man like she trusted no other.
Pointing his fingers down, slightly curled, he took her by her mound, and with the other hand, grabbed her back, just in case she needed support.

A soft moan came from her lips as she felt herself growing light headed from the quickness of her breathing. Her heart raced a million miles a minute.

"I too craved an introduction..."
As he gripped he pressed, lightly massaging...his hand gripped her back and pulled her in as their hands enjoyed each other's sex, and he kissed her, firm strong, he pressed his soft lips firmly into hers, and kissed her how she deserved to be kissed.

The kiss was almost her undoing. She found herself pressing her lips eagerly back to his Her eyes closed, her body trembling lightly. Somehow she knew that she would never be able to deny him. Unless of course his demur changed, and he wasn't really showing his true self. She knew that she wouldn't fight him if he broke his word, but she would never trust him again.

His finger felt her swollen button and he massaged as he pressed, giving her the chance to either withdraw or enjoy...The kiss was wonderful, mind shattering, and he hated for it to end..as he broke he did not let go, "Now we may get dressed if you wish....or if you would like, I will kiss you one more time and you will let my fingers bring you a gift that will make you want our wedding to happen as soon as I do?"


When his mouth left hers she was breathless. His finger was now rubbing the ache between her thighs and it felt like nothing she'd ever known. Her eyes looked up to his from beneath her lids. Her tongue lightly wet her lips and her hand released his manhood and moved with the other so both were around his neck."Please don't let me go Please my lord, i feel weak will you kiss me one more time upon the bed so i'm sure not to fall." She didn't know what he meant by a gift. She just knew she didn't want him to stop. She wanted his arms around her and her lips to never part from his.

 

[Homerun2611]

Erik was a learned man, thoughtful, he could act with urgency and make quick decisions, but he preferred reason over war. However, if war, battle was required, he would lead fearlessly, never asking anyone to take on a task, a challenge he would not do himself. He was legendary with his riding, his accuracy with a bow, but it was his sword, man to man combat, he had no peer, and his men would have followed him into hell if need be, for Satan would surely meet his match. Was it fair what he asked of Lady Anne? It wouldn’t have been fair not to. Bloodshed would find him again, and surely he would be in the thick of it.

So he asked, did she want a man like that? "I don't know if it was my god or yours My Lord. But I do not feel the need to question it. From your first touch on my arm my body reacted to you. Your words have serenaded me, and your strength inspires me, and fills me full of hope for a prosperous future. I have no doubt My Lord you and I are meant to be. So yes My Lord, i do." He would not ask again, for he was sure she understood the risk, and she was also a warrior.

She was cute, but these were unfamiliar lands, so he took the wheel, she had looked at him, and he knew she liked what she saw, but did not know how to listen to her body yet. So, he would guide. He took her hand, asking if she wanted to part as she had suggested, her response was swift, but honest, "no sir". It was soft, and sweet, but very willing. She curled her tiny hand around his thick, hard shaft, it was meant to be there, and instinctively she began stroking. Lightly, delicately, but she sent fire from his loins through his body, and a want only she could satisfy.

He curled his hand, and took her mound, holding her controlling her, by her sex, and his strong hand on her back. He would not let her fall, not now, not ever. He heard her soft moan, “Good my Lady, it is good to enjoy, to feel good, it is okay to want, you deserve to feel this, more than this, just let yourself enjoy my touch, as I enjoy touching you.” He took her in his arms, kissed her, caressed her, and played with her mound, her clit, his woman. He felt her melting, but he gave her the chance, they could stop, there was no more need to validate chemistry, they would be fire, instant and enduring fire, white hot, and raging.

Her eyes looked up to his from beneath her lids. Her tongue lightly wet her lips and her hand released his manhood and moved with the other so both were around his neck. "Please don't let me go Please my lord, i feel weak will you kiss me one more time upon the bed so i'm sure not to fall." Reluctantly his slid his hand, from her hot, damp sex, and he picked her up, sweeping her up into his strong arms. She was as light as a feather, and as fresh and delicate as a daisy. “Get used to this my lady, I like you in my arms.” Her hands were wrapped around his neck and once to her bed, he set her down like a princess on her feather pillow and down comforter. He moved quickly and deftly up beside her, and he took his hand and spread her leg.

He ran his finger down the inner thigh of her extended bent leg. “By the Gods you are spectacular, and I want you to open and display yourself, invite me into your garden, I have many ways to pleasure your flower. He looked into her eyes, her arms around his neck, he began to press his fingers up and down her slit, teasing her soft wet lips, knowingly teasing her button. “Before I kiss you, my fingers are going to enter you, I am not risking your maidenhood, but I am giving you a taste of how it will be to be filled, how your body will feel complete.”

He pressed one strong finger, then a second, she was so tight, but he was gentle, and she stretched enough to take him. He slid his thumb up, and began massaging, once again, her swollen button, waiting for her moan, before beginning to gently thrust. He looked into her eyes. Lady Anne, there are no rules for your enjoyment, be greedy, let me serve you…and as he began to fuck her with his strong hand, he kissed her…oh how he kissed her!

 

[Perplexia]

Reluctantly his slid his hand, from her hot, damp sex, and he picked her up, sweeping her up into his strong arms. She was as light as a feather, and as fresh and delicate as a daisy. “Get used to this my lady, I like you in my arms.” Her hands were wrapped around his neck and once to her bed, he set her down like a princess on her feather pillow and down comforter. He moved quickly and deftly up beside her, and he took his hand and spread her leg.

He picked her up with little effort and spoke more sweet words. She couldn't help but bury her head in his shoulder and enjoy the warmth of his skin against her face. When he laid her down there was a moment where they were barely touching. The void, the loss was felt. How could she be so attached to him already? No more could the thought enter her mind, then he was beside her.

His hand pushed her thighs apart and she offered no resistance. He ran his finger down the inner thigh of her extended bent leg. “By the Gods you are spectacular, and I want you to open and display yourself, invite me into your garden, I have many ways to pleasure your flower.

He looked into her eyes, her arms around his neck, he began to press his fingers up and down her slit, teasing her soft wet lips, knowingly teasing her button. Follow his request she opened her legs wider. The feeling of his fingers up and down her slit had her gasping, holding her breath, and mesmerized by the sensation.

“Before I kiss you, my fingers are going to enter you, I am not risking your maidenhood, but I am giving you a taste of how it will be to be filled, how your body will feel complete.” She nodded in understand though her muscles tightened in anxiety. Was it even possible to feel more complete then she did with him already?

He pressed one strong finger, then a second, she was so tight, but he was gentle, and she stretched enough to take him. He slid his thumb up, and began massaging, once again, her swollen button, waiting for her moan, before beginning to gently thrust. He looked into her eyes. "Lady Anne, there are no rules for your enjoyment, be greedy, let me serve you"…and as he began to fuck her with his strong hand, he kissed her…oh how he kissed her!

With his first finger at first it was a little uncomfortable, and with his second much the same. But the feeling they gave her quickly turned to pleasure and her taut wet pussy began to clench them with hunger as he moved them in and out His thumb played her clit like a harp. Soon she was moaning and gripping him tightly. With his mouth on hers there was little anyone else would hear. She returned his kiss with a passion she never knew she posses her mouth opened and for the first time the strange sensation of tongues mingling added the fuel to the fire. It didn't take long at all for that panting throbbing to increase to the point of eruption. Her body gave in to its desires and bucked wildly on his fingers clamping down with a fierceness as her first orgasm took hold and had her crying out into her lovers mouth. A sheen sweat covered her as her body cried out for more still pushing back on his fingers. He'd given her the sweet taste of relief and though her mind was filled with a cloudiness, her body took over knowing this was the one man that made to fulfill and satisfy any desires she could ever have.

Without any thought her hand reached down to find his hard member and began to stroke it with a more sure touch. She needed him to join her in this blissful world he'd shown her.

 

[Homerun2611]

Such a short time ago, she had been so fierce, but now, as he carried her to her bed, she melted into his shoulder. There were so many facets of Lady Anne, a diamond, a treasure and he enjoyed every facet. He was surprised and delighted at her innocence here naked, with him, and she had no idea what she was supposed to do, yet she was a natural. Not only was she a treasure, but she was his treasure, untouched, unsullied and she rightfully trusted him to teach her, take her, please her and let him make her happy, and she him.

When he let her down, he felt it too. The void, he looked into her eyes. "My Lady, I will not take your maidenhood until you are my wife, but, you already have my heart, and my arms will not want to be without you again, I only hope you feel the same." He slid in beside her, her body supple and willing, wanting as he spread her legs, and he could almost hear her heartbeat anticipating what he might do.

He went slow explained it but words could not do justice to the chemistry, as his fingers first slid inside of her. She was so tight, he moaned, not because of his fingers but his anticipation of having his cock enjoy this same entrance, explore this same tunnel. He felt her wince initially, "Just give it a second, I promise." And then he felt her arousal, her juices slide around his fingers. He slid them in and out, their first fuck, and soon her tender cunt was grabbing him, holding him, giving her body what she needed, and the signals he did to maximize what felt the best, change what didn't.

Grinding and thrusting, he kissed her, over and over, as her body danced, writhed and finally came to his experienced touch. They were once again at a natural stopping point or next step of acceleration. Yet this time it was she who pressed down the petal. Her body was glorious in orgasm, glistening, sexual and active, ferocious in it innocent need. Her hand went down and began to work his cock.

"Mmmm, my Lady isn't through, the first orgasm is delicious, the second sublime, the third, I iwll let you choose the words. The key is not coming down too far, the way you are moving is perfect, keep letting your body take me, work your glorious body. I don't want to let you down yet...it may be another time before we go for three, but you deserve to cum again.

This time when she grabbed him, she was more aggressive, she was a natural, taking his body's feedback, and "Mmmm, that feels good my Lady I like being in your hand. But, if you kieep that up, I will surely make quite a mess. When a man releases, it is quite an explosion, and well, mine is substantial." She stroked him again and again, and again, "My lady....that feels good...too good...are you sure...for if you are..." He worked his hands harder and harder, grinding and thrusting, her body arching and moving, the next plateau was on the horizon...and they were going to scale it."

She played and worked his cock, never had he wanted a woman so much to have him, "I love how you play me, my Lady, I will never want another." He pressed his hand and grinded, he leaned in and brought her breast into his mouth, suckling, taking, playing, owning...."Oh my Lady, I want, I need, you to be mine! Oh by the Gods be mine..." This time as they arched, moanaed and tensed, they came together....and it was spectacular!

 

[Perplexia]

"My Lady, I will not take your maidenhood until you are my wife, but, you already have my heart, and my arms will not want to be without you again, I only hope you feel the same."

Once again it was if he could read her mind. It was eerie and exciting all at once. She knew in that moment that if ever they were apart he would move heaven and hell to be by her side again. She also knew that each moment she couldn't look in those eyes a piece of her heart would fall into a heavy coma until his touch and kiss could revive it. Only he would have that power to do so. It both terrified her and fulfilled her. The only response she gave him to his words was a soft stroke across his cheek as she looked into his wondrous eyes.

Anne had heard tales of how almost barbarous the first time with their husbands could be. Those woman never got to experience this... foreplay, this tuning of each other before hand. From the first moment Erik had been whispering words of guidance, encouragement, trust, and sincerity. If she had allowed herself to think prior to this she would have been able to have more walls up. But the man was to bright to give her that option. No, Erik Olaffson knew her needs before she did. That also was a bit terrifying. Whatever control she had was dissipating quickly.

"Mmmm, my Lady isn't through, the first orgasm is delicious, the second sublime, the third, I will let you choose the words. The key is not coming down too far, the way you are moving is perfect, keep letting your body take me, work your glorious body. I don't want to let you down yet...it may be another time before we go for three, but you deserve to cum again."

So the explosion she had and hungered for was called an orgasm, and also called cumming. Not only the experience was new to her but the terms that went along with it. The glorious sounds he made when she stroked his manhood had her elated. It was a revelation of sorts. Not only did he have the power over her body she too had power over his. It was a combination of not only their souls, their hearts, their minds and their bodies that rendered them unstoppable together.

"Mmmm, that feels good my Lady I like being in your hand. But, if you keep that up, I will surely make quite a mess. When a man releases, it is quite an explosion, and well, mine is substantial." Her hand responded where her words were at a loss. She needed him to feel what she felt, more over she wanted them to feel it together.

"My lady....that feels good...too good...are you sure...for if you are..." oh she was sure and her hand working his massive cock didn't slow in the least. She continued working him as he worked her.

The feeling of his mouth on her breast was new. It was exciting and his warm mouth felt so good as his tongue danced on her hardened nipple. The suction he gave was almost her undoing. There was no doubt her lover knew how to make her body dance. There was no doubt that he would be the only one she would every lay with. For he was hers and she was his.

Again as if he could read her mind he said "Oh my Lady, I want, I need, you to be mine! Oh by the Gods be mine..." She didn't hesitate and the words came flooding from her lips. "Yes Erik, yours and only yours".

It was if the revelation itself was enough for both their bodies in unison tensed as they both exploded in a blissful creamy mess. When she was sure his cock had no more juice to give she released her cum covered hand and initiated the kiss of utter passion and surrender. Anne was breathless and spent. Years of unknown frustration, pain, and desire where temporarily erased from her mind. All she could do was revel in the way she was feeling in this moment.

Releasing from the kiss she turned on her side and wrapping one leg over his and laid her head on his chest tracing the scar lightly. "If any man or woman ever scratches this beautiful body again i will cut their heads off myself." The word were spoken softly but the strength and conviction behind them was there.
"I don't think we shall need to worry over physical chemistry any longer. For if there were ever any doubts before there are none now. I am yours Erik Olaffson. My entire being heart, body and soul."

 

[Homerun2611]

As she stroked him he felt her confidence rise, like a young man first given a sword, they are tentative, and a bit jerky, but once the gain confidence it is they who control it, not the opposite, and then balance, and in that case footwork, they begin to wield with more confidence, and such was Lady Anne as she now fondled and enjoyed Erik's magnificent sword. He never slowed from pleasing her, and each kiss was deeper and more passionate than the last. But it was what she now did to him, and his reactions that gave her the feedback to craft her skills. He moaned at the small strokes, thrusted a bit to the longer, and when she teased the sensitive head or underside, he moaned and kissed her ever the more passionately, while thrusting deep and hard with his fingers.

He broke the kiss, "Being here with you like this is magic, we do not have to be wed to enjoy ourselves lie this. It is good we learn of what pleases my cock, and your tender cunt, as I believe we have the ability to please each other like no other...." I love how as you move your body the walls of your cunt grip me, and encourage me every deeper. Let my fingers keep working you, and I will stretch you, and make our marital night all the more blissful when I make you mine....and you, you play my cock like an instrument, like you were born to make it only play the sweetest music, I can scarcely wait to see how your mouth enjoys it...." He knew that was new concept, but they will learn how to explore and enjoy all of each other's holes. It was a concept somewhat forbidden or certainly not talked about, but Erik could tell, there was little they wouldn't want or couldn't enjoy of each other, and he would teach her, as she gave him control.

Things only escalated, as he suckled, licked and bit a bit at her breasts and nipples, and his warning of how his snake would spew venom only made her work more feverishly to witness such a sight. He knew it was reciprocity for her, no one had ever made her feel like he had, and she would not do her best to provide the same to her. Great lovers were as giving, as they could be selfish, and they were destined to be amazing lovers.

He had warned, and now he enjoyed, faster and faster she stroked him, both of thm groaning as he fucked her harder and harder, bodies racing for the next plateau...and releasing into the air. "Ohhh.....yess...my lady...my lord...oh...yes...take me...god ...god" Who said what was intelligible as moans and words mingled, bodies tensed and spasmed, and two beautiful bodies climaxed as one." Erik's cock was powerful, and his ejaculate plentiful and strong. She jerked and jerked and he made it rain, cum arcing through the air landing on his chest, her breasts, abdomen and arms, his Lady painting herself in her Lord's cum. At first she didn't know it, as she was also bucking, eyes close as her pussy erupted, letting loose a gush as pure and joyful as a natural spring. He leaned in and kissed her as or more passionately than ever. "My Lady, I know this is new, but that was incredible, and to think it is only our first."

He took a small dollop from her chest of his offering and scooped it with his finger, and brought it to her lips. "I want you to taste me, I hope you like it, as I will want to feed my wife, my seed." Simalary he reached down and scraped her wetness off her superb thighs. He licked his fingers, "Mmmm, the nectar of my love....when we are together next, I hope to kiss your flower, and drink of your sweet honey." He laid back and felt her crawl onto his chest, and drape her leg across, exactly as he would have wanted it, absent one item. He took her hand and gently laid it n his cock. "Remember it is now yours, I like it when you care for and protect it."

Erik had never known real passion, and certainly not love, and now both emotions overwhelmed him. Their breathing became one, as her hand traced his scars. "If any man or woman ever scratches this beautiful body again i will cut their heads off myself." He smiled, chuckled, as his lioness was back, but no longer targeted at him, but with him, his partner defending him above all others. Never had anyone truly had his back, nor had he requested such, but with her, it was so natural, and while he was the great warrior, protector, it was nice to know she was there. "Well, I will make one exception. If in the throws of passion, it is my Lady Anne's talons that grip and claw my flesh, they will be welcome badges of honor, I look forward to you marking me."

That made him think. My lady, when a man and woman share a climax and a man spills his seed for and on his lover, there can be no greater claim. Today, when we go back to the square, we will not be able to touch or share the intimacy we now both crave...." He looked down and saw he eyes sadly agreeing with him. "I would like you to wear my seed, under your garments so you can feel me, our love our passion, marking you as mine...." He reached down between her legs and his hand was awash in her wetness, he spread it across his face and chest, as I will wear your juices, inhaling your scent with every breath. Will you do that for me...wear my seed proundly?"

He kissed her one last time, and then they got dressed. They had left the square at best conqueror and vanquished, at worst enemies, but as the came back, his men had never seen Erik with such a sparkle in his eye. The townspeople had never seen the beautiful Lady Anne glow like such a ....woman! Erik smiled, as they got to the center, "Lady Anne and I have agreed on a most peaceful settlement, I will leave it to MY Lady to explain the details!" He helped her up onto the platform on the towns square, and every eye turned to her, with more than a fair bit of skepticism....

 

[Perplexia]

"Being here with you like this is magic, we do not have to be wed to enjoy ourselves lie this. It is good we learn of what pleases my cock, and your tender cunt, as I believe we have the ability to please each other like no other...." I love how as you move your body the walls of your cunt grip me, and encourage me every deeper. Let my fingers keep working you, and I will stretch you, and make our marital night all the more blissful when I make you mine....and you, you play my cock like an instrument, like you were born to make it only play the sweetest music, I can scarcely wait to see how your mouth enjoys it...."

It was good to hear of the things that gave him pleasure. She would be sure to do more of them in the future. When he brought up putting his massive manhood into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide for an instant. How could she possibly fit that into her mouth? For him she decided she would give it a try. Perhaps there was some trick to fitting it all in there and still giving him pleasure.

He took a small dollop of cum from her chest of his offering and scooped it with his finger, and brought it to her lips. "I want you to taste me, I hope you like it, as I will want to feed my wife, my seed."

Anne opened her mouth and sucked his finger clean. "its salty and yet sweet" she remarked casually. He licked his fingers, "Mmmm, the nectar of my love....when we are together next, I hope to kiss your flower, and drink of your sweet honey."

"I have a feeling I would quite enjoy that my Lord." If his tongue worked her button like it did in her mouth she was actually quite certain she was going to enjoy that to the moon and back.

He laid back and felt her crawl onto his chest, and drape her leg across, exactly as he would have wanted it, absent one item. He took her hand and gently laid it n his cock. "Remember it is now yours, I like it when you care for and protect it" Her hands were small in comparison to the size of his manhood. Still she got his point. He was as possessive as her as she was him.

She proved her possessiveness by threatening to behead anyone that harmed him in the slightest. Although he chuckled she knew that he knew she meant it. He did mention that he would like her to use her nails upon his flesh the next time in their throws of passion. Nodding she acknowledged his request and smiled at the thought of a next time. Somehow she didn't think that there would ever be a dull moment between the two of them.

Erik spoke to her of a claiming. Wearing each others scents and juices under their clothes to remain near or on each other like in public. There were many customs that had to be recognized. What they just did in secret would be highly frowned upon. Her title could be removed for actions unbecoming of a lady. No they had to play it safe so she replied. "Yes my Lord, and it shall only be removed when we bathe, to be replaced with fresh until we be wed."

Anne would normally have a servant help her get dressed, but instead she had Erik help with the layers of clothes she had to wear. Fixing her hair, they exited the room and made their way back out to the square. Some of the women fell to their knees thanking god that the heathen hadn't killed her or worse. Anne clenched her cunt feeling the void ever so much from where Eriks fingers had been only minutes before.

"Lady Anne and I have agreed on a most peaceful settlement, I will leave it to MY Lady to explain the details!" He helped her up onto the platform on the towns square, and every eye turned to her, with more than a fair bit of skepticism....

"My people, we find ourselves in troubled times. The new King has declared war against the vikings. As my father, god rest his soul" the towns people all repeated "god rest his soul" and made a cross with their fingers from their head to their chest. "As my father suffered from the drink and failed to provide us with fortification, we were over run by Lord Erick and his men. And rightfully so, for if we cannot protect what is ours, we shall not have right to keep it."

"Upon the table there was the question what to do with the people. Lord Erik and I have negotiated on behalf of both of our people. As I too am one of the people I will be the first of 21 women to wed one of the vikings. Erik and I will be wed as soon as the priest converts him and his men to Christianity. We lead by example. In order for our town to prosper, continue to grow, and be protected. We need their help and their expertise. We first ask the women who have been widowed a year who are in need of a good man to help with their farms or shops to step forth."

There was a bit of chatter and mumbling of resistance until one of the farmers widows stepped forward. There was a gasp from some but she turned and spoke to the crowd. "There isn't a man within fifty miles that would be willing to take on my brood and help me with the farm. These are men made of flesh and bone if one is willing, then i say why not."
Soon more women stepped forward, and when it was done they had more women willing then the agreed upon men.

"Will the ladies that volunteered please meet me at the hall in about ten minutes, and we will begin obtaining the information to match you with the man that will be best for you and yours. Everyone else please being the proceedings for the showings and burials of our deceased. Lord Erik's men will help you with whatever you need. Anyone that is left without duties may assist those that have them. Also tomorrow evening in the hall we with be throwing a dance to welcome Lord Erik and his men to our town."

Taking Erik's hand she stepped down from the platform and asked "did i forget anything?"