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A Royal Sacrifice
RedHairedandFriendly and cgraven
~ A Closed Tale ~

Evette Adair the Fourth Queen of Vix, eyes glazed over, though no one in the Queen’s Bedchamber noticed. Everyone was focused on the wee babe that had sprung from her loins just seconds ago. When the silence of the room was broken by the squall of the newborn babe, it was only then that the Queen’s most trusted Lady’s Maid and friend turned to smile at the new mother. The words of congratulations never left the young woman’s lips, but a wail of deep sorrow did.

The physician gave the babe to another and rushed to the nineteen-year-old beauty’s side. He hung his head in sorrow, though he knew that if she’d not died birthing the child than she would have died in the garrison. Her child had been a girl and that was not what the King wanted.

The babe was wrapped in a thick blanket, which Evette wove and taken to the King. “Your daughter,” the woman said.

King Richard stared down on the Princess and scowled. He gave her a name, but nothing else; even that he felt was more than she deserved. Evelyn was then place in the care of one of the wet nurses in the village. She was forgotten by her father and he married another and then another. No sons were born and when the King finally was laid to rest, young Evelyn was eighteen and had been raised as a servant.

She had never been treated like the royal she was; when Cedric ran into the woods calling for Eve, it was no surprise that the young woman that greeting him, looked like a simpleton. Her face was covered in dirt and her clothes tattered and torn. A basket was held firmly in one hand and in it rested several large mushrooms. Those mushrooms were tumbling from the basket to land on the forest floor.

“Cedric. You oaf, ” Evelyn of Vix shouted as she bent down to pick up the mushrooms.

“Sorry Eve, but you are wanted at the castle,” Cedric told her. He helped pick up mushrooms and then began picking twigs and leaves out of her long chestnut curls. “The Chancellor calls for you.”

“For me? Whatever for?” she asked. Evelyn knew who she was, but she’d never been acknowledged by anyone from the royal palace. In fact, even the villagers treated her like a wench, though they never touched her in an unwelcomed manner, something Evelyn was both thankful and disappointed with.

“The King . . . your father has passed,” Cedric told her. His blue eyes studied her hazel and he waited for the reality of the situation to set in.

Evelyn stared at her friend and companion to many troubles. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and she fell to the forest floor as the moment she’d been dreading for years suddenly washed over her. She had one thought in her head and that was to flee, but she knew she couldn’t. She’d been watched for years, even though she wasn’t treated like the heir to a Kingdom she was protected like she was. Even now there were archers in the trees, they never spoke to her, but on rare occasions they would make their presence known to her, usually when she was out setting traps for the foods her foster family needed for the winter.

“I was told to fetch you Evie and you know I have to take you back,” Cedric told her. He bent down and pulled her into his arms, helped her up and together they returned to the castle.

Once there, she insisted on delivering the fungus she’d gathered to the cook before presenting herself to the Chancellor.

“Aren’t you going to wash?” Cedric asked. The look she gave him told him that she would not. He knew why, she’d been caste aside and she would go to them the way they had deemed her worthy . . . as nothing.

Evelyn Adair took a deep breath and followed Cedric to the throne room where the Chancellor and the Bishop waited. Within fifteen minutes the wench was crowned Queen of Vix and wore a crown of jewels that would have fed everyone in her village for the next four hundred years.
 
Eric Strongbow stood at the prow of his dragon ship. The fog lay thick as a blanket the sightless eyes of the dragons head looked out over the endless sea. His men sat at their oars poised to pull together at his command. His Wiseman cast the rune stones and they clattered on the foredeck he mumbled to himself and then cast the runes again.

”There is danger My Lord but the prize is worth the risk”

The Prize was Vix. Their King lay close to death and the country was vulnerable. He may already be dead, it was a plum ripe for the plucking for their was no male heir to the throne. Eric’s eyes strained to see through the fog, his ears strained to hear the breakers on the rock, the warring that the shore coast was near. A light breeze stirred and the tendrils of mist began to part. Flash of light on the water.

“Pull together, Hard to larboard breakers dead ahead.!”

His voice was a clarion call and broke the eerie silence. His men bent to the oars, the muscles of their backs like cords of iron as they pulled at their oars. The freshening breeze played in Eric Strongbow’s braided, blonde bear, and his ice blue eyes saw the river estuary that would lad deep into the heart of Vix.


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A farmer on the coast was the first to see the Dragon ship, he rand to the headland and lit the signal fire. The first in a long line that would warn the castle that sea raiders where on the coast. Vix had grown fat and lazy under King Richard’s iron rule and it had been many years sense the sea raiders had dared to venture along the coast. Now with the King dead and a slip of a girl on the thrown Vix was ill prepared to defend its self from the sea wolves. Word soon came that not only where these scourge of God on the coast but they where headed up the Elba, headed for the castle and the heart of Vix.
 
Cedric ran into the kitchens and prayed that Evie had defied the Chancellor again and was once more taking a turn at kneading bread for the morning meal. When his eyes caught sight of her he hurried forth and dropped to his knee. “Your Majesty, I come . . . ”

“Cedric, you fool. Get up. Don’t bow to me, especially when I’m in the kitchens, peeling an onion.” Queen Evelyn scolded him.

“Evie, I’m sorry. It is just . . . you never know who is watching.”

“Cedric, the Chancellor and members of the council will never step foot in the kitchens. Why do you think I come here to escape those damn lessons they are shoving down my throat? Now, why do you have need of me? Is there an animal that needs skinned or perhaps an ailing villager that is ill? Anything at all that will give me a way to escape the eyes of all these teachers?”

He looked up at her and rose to sit beside her on the ledge of the window. “Have they not told you?”

“Told me what?”

“A ship has been spotted. It has the carvings of a dragon and there are several men aboard. They look as big as giants and they mean to come here and kill us all.”

She blinked and rose to her feet. “I am sure you are wrong. If this ship posed a threat, I would have been told of it. I am the Queen, why would they not seek me out?” She laughed at her friend. “Cedric, go and find out the truth from those on the coast. I will seek the High Chancellor and see what he has to say. From what I know we are not a threat to anyone and have been living peaceably for years. Surely things are not as you say.”

Evelyn pulled off the long apron that covered her gown. She despised the dress she wore. It was worth more than anything she’d ever owned. . .before she became Queen. She smoothed out the wrinkles and was just about to leave when the cook flung a towel at her.

“Wipe yer face yer Highness, or they’ll be a beatin’ me for lettin’ yer in here again.”

“Thank you, Bretta. They have orders to never lift a figure to you again.”

Bretta just snorted as she turned her back on the young Queen. Evelyn sighed, wiped away the dirt of the kitchens, tucked a stray strand of black curls behind her ear, and then made her way through the castle. She hoped to find the Chancellor and learn the truth behind the ship that had sent the fear of God through Cedric.
 
Eric Strongbow’s Dragon ship rode at anchor in the estuary of the Elba river. He watched the hills as mounted soldiers of Vix kept a close eye on his ship from the heights above the river. Though King Richard was dead the country still had a well organized, if not well lead force of men at arms. Eric had just over forty men at arms in his dragon ship. They where well trained and hard men. Eric Strongbow was an experienced raider, like most Viking he knew the benefit of terror, of hitting an enemy hard, of sparing no one in an attack, so resistance meant death, no quarter given. Every man killed, children taken and carried off as slaves, old women put to the sword and young women raped and taken to be sold in Eastern Slave markets. The only thing left after the raid the charred ruins of their village.

Eric looked out over the still waters of the Elba he knew that other Viking raiders still thought of Vix as too much effort and to little return for the risks taken and the profit made. He also knew he had to take some kind of action soon that would put plunder into the hands of his men, less they grow restless and sullen. Warwick Eric’s Wiseman came to him at the prow of the dragon ship the hunch back with one blind eye made a show of casting runes and then hopped around on one foot in glee.

“My Lord the runes say you will have a great victory over Vix.”

All eyes where on the twisted creature for Eric’s men put great store in the runes, and like all successful captains Eric knew the benefits of this little show and that of a good round of mead to bolster the courage of his raiders.

Falls Kirk

Warwick hissed as he hopped in glee.

Falls Kirk shall fall like a ripe plum into your hands My Lord

The men took up the chant of the fabled Monastery that lay two leagues up the Elba from where they rode at anchor. It was a rich prize and defended only by the monks who relied on their God and prayers for their defense, an easy and rich target. One that would bring plunder, one whose fall would spread fear throughout Vix. Eric shouted his orders and his men sprung to action . They weighted anchor and bent their backs to the oars. The great Dragon ship silently glided over the still waters of the Elba, like a hungry wolf it began to close in on its prey.

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Cedric went to do Eve’s bidding, to find out the truth of the matter; was there really a Dragon ship along the coast, was the threat real or just the blind fear of the court that saw danger at every turn now that the King was dead and a mere slip of a girl sat on the thrown. The pall of smoke that rose over Falls Kirk, the great Dragon ship beached on the shore of the Island told Cedric that the danger was real. Her saw the monks lying slain on the island, the Vikings carrying the plunder to their ship. Villagers where fleeing from the coast in blind fear with rumors that more Dragon ships where off the coast.
 
Alexander glanced up at the woman who dared to disturb him. He watched her shocked expression as he pushed the wench from her place on the floor and repaired his state of dress. “You really should knock, Your Highness.” He ordered the house maid out of the room and when she walked past Evelyn it was with a look of satisfied glee.

Evelyn knew the young woman, had known her since she was a child. She’d never treated her kindly, though Evelyn did try and only returned her spite when it was delivered to her. Evelyn’s face reddened with the knowledge of what she’d “interrupted,” but her mind shifted quickly back to other things at hand.

“Lord Chancellor, Cedric says we are under attack.”

Alex sighed and approached her. He took her elbow and led her to the chaise. “Your Highness, we have taken the means to protect the keep. You are safe behind these walls.”

Evelyn did not sit still, but instead rose up and took her place behind the large desk her father, the late King Richard had sat behind. “Why was I not informed as soon as the signal was lit?”

“Had you been at your lessons you would have been,” he sneered back. “You were not, so we were left to give the orders.”

“What orders did you give?” she asked.

“Evelyn, my child. We ordered the castle surrounded. We need to protect the Queen, you are after all the only heir and until a son comes from your womb we can’t have you pass on to the afterlife now can we?”

She thought a moment, understanding his decision to protect, her though she still was perturbed for not being informed. “What of the villagers? I assume you sent out men to protect them?”

He focused his hard steely gaze on her. “No. Why would we?”

“Why would you!” she shouted and slammed her fist on her desk. Her rage was apparent in her stare and her voice dropped the ladylike attitude she’d been “learning.”

“Yer a vile pig. Yer about to let the villagers die fer me, when it is yer soilders job? I demand ye protect the lot of ‘um.”

He smirked and she knew she’d slipped in the language of a simpleton. She bit her tongue as she fought the urge to continue speaking in the slurred manner, but she admitted to herself, she enjoyed the sound of at least seeming to be educated.

“Evelyn...”

“Your Highness, Lord Chancellor,” she sneered as she corrected him, “bring as many as you can behind the walls.”

“Your Highness. I will send out our warriors to protect the village, but the most elite and the strongest will stay here. You are the only heir and you must be protected at all cost. Even the at the cost of useless peasants.” Alex turned to leave and felt the heat of her glare.

“Alexander, I have allowed you to guide me in the ways of royalty, but when I am ready, you will be gone.”

He stopped and stared back at her. “As you command, Your Highness.” In his mind only one thought poured through him. “You’ll be gone as soon as a child erupts from your loins, no matter the sex.”

Evelyn watched him leave and then hurried toward her rooms. She had several friends in the village and she did not want them harmed. Her one thought was to reach them and bring them to the castle for safekeeping. She quickly called for her ladies maid to help her remove the long, velvet gown and jewels she’d been wearing. In their place she pulled on the tattered dress she’d saved from the day she’d been made Queen. Her long raven locks were quickly braided and left to swing down the center of her back. Satin slippers were tossed away as sensible black boots that covered her trim ankles were pulled onto her feet and secured.

Her maid stared at her with shocked eyes and Evelyn waved her off. “Tell anyone what you’ve seen and you will not enjoy this lifestyle for long.” She slipped from her room and made her wait out of the castle.

Marie knew who was in charge of the workings of the keep and she wasted no time in rushing to find the Chancellor and inform him of Evelyn's departure.
 
“Alexander, I have allowed you to guide me in the ways of royalty, but when I am ready, you will be gone.”

The Lord Chancellor reply was as smooth as silk, he was a man use to power and the wheeling of it. His family had served the crown of Vix for generations and he scoffed at the fact that the crown was a mere accident of birth rather than a result of merit. This slip of a girl, this gutter snipe, was now Queen of Vix by the mere accident of the coupling of the King and queen. Richard had not even suffered to have her live as a royal. She had to be married off and preferably to a prince who lived far form Vix, produce an heir, at which point Queen Evelyn’s duty done, she would be come expendable. Alexander in anger when the chamber maid Marie burst into his chambers.

Lord Chancellor………………… the woman was breathless and her eyes where wide with fear as she quickly told the tale of how her Mistress the Queen had changed into the tattered dress and was determined to bring the wretches she called friends into the castle personally.

GUARDS

“Bar the queen’s departure by force if necessary her person must be protected even if she does not see the need.”


Eve found her way blocked when she attempted to leave the Castle her plans having been know to the Chancellor. Though she might fume the young Queen had learned who really held the power in Vix.

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The slaughter of the monks and the looting of Falls Kirk had the desired effect the paths, lanes and high roads of Vix where clogged with peasants and villagers fleeing before the onslaught of Eric Strongbow’s Vikings. The men at arms of Vix found it almost impossible to move to meet th threat the Vikings presented. They could not concentrate their forces and when isolated groups did manage to encounter Eric’s men the slaughter was swift. The chaos that gripped the roads of Vix had no effect on the sea raiders as they traveled along the Elba in their shallow draft Dragon Ship. They could get behind their foes and fall upon an unprepared village where rape and murder was the rule of the day. Even those villagers far from the river, who would have been safe fled for the castle. It seemed as if the populace of the country was making for the royal castle and the protection of its walls. Soon the castle was full to over flowing and its resources stretched far beyond its means to feed all that had come to shelter their. Fear gripped all and the tales of horror where far beyond reality.

When all seemed darkest it became much worst as the tower bell rang out and the watch called,

VIKINGS

Like a ravenous sea wolf the great dragon ship was seen of the river just south of the castle.
 
Evelyn glared at the maid as she helped her dress in the gown she’d just shed moments ago. She was angry, but she refused to speak to the maid until she was finished. “Leave me,” she snapped and watched the girl walk away. She saw two guards stood outside her private chamber, a chamber that had been used by many Queens before her as well as her mother. She stood near the small slit that served as a window and watched the smoke clear the forest’s tree tops.

“They’ll destroy everything before we are able to stop them.”

She thought of those that had already suffered and her anger rose. She’d been so close to leaving the keep, when the guards had come upon her and forcefully grabbed her. One had taken several liberties that she knew would have gotten him killed, if someone besides Alexander had been in charge.

An hour passed before Alexander came to approach her. “Your Highness, it is time we think of removing you from the castle. They are closing in and our forces are falling back.”

Her eyes shot daggers at him. “You fool. You allowed this. Delaying our forces and then only sending out the weaker line. We will not desert these people. We stay and raise a flag in peace. Perhaps we can reach a decision that is beneficial to us both.”

“You’re a fool. A simple child who knows nothing. Do you think they will simply offer to let you live? They mean to destroy us woman and you will do as I say. It is my job to see the crown continue and that means keeping you safe.”

He grabbed her arm and dragged her from her rooms, down the stone steps and then deeper into the dungeons where he found a door that led down a dark tunnel. He looked back to the two guards who’d been guarding her door. “Stay here. She is not to leave, neither are the two of you.”

Evelyn was pushed in and the door slammed and locked behind her. “Damn you, Alexander!” she cursed and pounded the door, ordering her guards to release her. They ignored her request and Evelyn was left alone. She sought out what little light filtered into the room, from the small cracks in the ceiling. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings and she made out a small cot. She went to it and sat, wondering what was happening above her.

As she waited in the pits of the castle Alexander ordered his men to surround the castle and to protect her walls. He did not like the reports that were coming to him. Several men had been taken down and though he knew they were the soldiers who were more loyal to the crown than him, he still grew concerned this was a battle they would not win. He needed to maintain control of the situation as well as Evelyn, though if she were gone... he would be able to keep control of his castle. His gaze traveled to the south and he saw the dragon approaching. A plan began to formulate, one he hoped the Vikings would find appealing.
 
Eric Strongbow smiled they where trapped like rats in a sack. The Castle of Vix stood on a solitary peninsula that jutted into the Elba. It was perfectly situated to repulse any attack from land, but lay as vulnerable as a babe in arms from attack from the river. The smoke from the burning villages had drawn other raiders from the sea, Eric’s younger brother Loather, and his cousin Sewn Warhammer both where his liegemen for this summers raiding both had placed wives and children as hostages in Eric’s village and if there was any treachery they would pay the price. Yet they had given their word and like all Vikings their word was their bond.

Loather was the more dependable of the two, so Eric gave him the assignment of attacking from the river Elba if it became necessary. Sewn was a brave warrior but lacked imagination he Eric would keep by his side. As the first rays of the morning sun kissed the still waters of the river the castle of Vix awoke to find not one but three Dragon ships below its ramparts and just out of bow range. Across the neck of the peninsula was drawn up two hundred Viking warriors armed with shield sword and ax with the sun to their backs. The clarion call of the war horn split the morning air like the howl of a banshee and in that howl there was death. It was soon joined by the thunder of swords beating against shield and the war cry.

This was all for show, for there was no way that this small force could take the castle by storm. Yet it was enough to keep Vix’s men at arms bottled up and to keep supplies from getting in. In the Long run Eric Strongbow could starve the defenders into submission. Eric stepped forward and placed his sword point down into the soil of Vix, a sign that he wished a parler. His face was covered by his winged helm, which bore the mask of Thor the thunder god. When the Captain of the Guard came out all he saw was a giant of a man that looked like he had stepped from the bowls of hell.

“ I would speak with your queen, to discuss the terms of your surrender.”

His voice sounded as a deep rumble that came from the bowls of the earth and out from behind the mask of his helm.
 
Word came to Alexander that the Viking demanded to speak with Evelyn Queen of Vix. He thought of sending a message, saying the Queen had been lost in the skirmish, but instead he thought of another way to rid himself of the pest that was Evelyn. He called for a guard and one quickly appeared. “Bring Her Majesty to me and be quick.”

The guard did as he was commanded and when Evelyn heard the grating of wood on stone she jumped up. “Is it over?” she asked. “Have they been defeated? Have we fallen?” Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears and she was again reminded that Alexander had to much leverage over her warriors and she was going to have to change that.

“Your Majesty, Lord Alexander wishes to speak with you.”

“Well it is about time,” she muttered, gathered up her skirts and then walked down the dark cold hall. Hours had past and when she emerged from the depth of her keep she was greeted with the stares of fear that came from many villagers faces. She knew then this was a sign of great loss and she prayed that her friends were safe, especially young Cedric.

Quickly she made her way to Alex and faced him. “Well?”

“He’s asking to speak with you.”

Her eyes grew wide in fright. “I know not the way of negotiations.”

Alexander smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “You are the Queen. I have been in council with your father during strenuous times as have my ancestors. I am willing to help you my Queen, since that is my job as your teacher. We do not always agree, but in the end, your lands are my priority,” he paused and then lifted one lip, “as are you.”

“We will meet him together.”

A quick flash of anger filled him. He’d rather have negotiated on her behalf. He wanted to toss her to the Viking pig and rid himself of her. He still could, but he had to make her think it was someone else’s idea. He looked up and told his man to return to the field and tell them the Queen awaits him.
 
Eric Strongbow stood there like a rock, as if he where part of the ground, part of Vix rather then its despoiler. Time seemed to drag by and yet sewn carried out his orders to the letter as at least half of his Vikings beat there shield and howled their defiance at the castle and all those that huddled behind its walls. Slowly the postern gate opened and again the captain of the guard emerged the man was terrified as he came again before the faceless giant.

Queen Evelyn by the grace of god, queen of Vix awaits you in the royal thrown room.

The captain had tried his best to sound confident, to give his Queen all the majesty that was her right and due., yet his voice trembled and cracked like a green page. He stood there a moment before the silent giant.

“Tell your stripling of a girl, you call Queen that Eric Strongbow of the house of Oslo waits on her to attend him on the field of battle to lay down the terms of her surrender in an endeavor to spare the life of her wretched people. If she does not attend on me in the next twenty minutes then all will be put to the sword.”

Eric paused a moment to let his words and there meaning set in.

“No go BOY before you wet yourself and soil your threws.”

The Captain blanched ashen the flushed crimson, his hand went to the hilt of his sword he longed to avenge the insult, but his duty was to attend on his Mistress and carried the words of this foul, heathen, barbarian.


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The Captain stood before the Chancellor and his queen.

” Eric Strongbow of the house of Oslo waits on her to attend him on the field of battle to lay down the terms of her surrender in an endeavor to spare the life of her wretched people. If she does not attend on me in the next twenty minutes then all will be put to the sword.”

The man’s voice was nearly trembling when he finished relaying the message. Lord Alexander blanched at the name Eric Strongbow.The man was noted for his cruelty and that he meant exactly what he said.. Then the idea that had been taking form in the back of his mind crystallized. If luck was with him he could be rid of both the Viking barbarian and the girl Queen.
 
Alexander turned to Evelyn and saw that she too recognized the name. What villager hadn’t? He raised a brow to see if the woman would refuse, now that she knew her enemy. When he saw her smooth down her gown and raise her head he knew she was going to meet the Viking, what other choice did she have.

Evelyn shook with a fear unlike no other. She’d heard stories of Strongbow. His cruel deeds and his need to crush all in his path. There were rumors that he’d dined on his victims, but she didn’t believe those. Those she felt were stories told to keep children in their beds at night. Still she had heard the rumors and rumors have a way of making a man seem larger than life until one met him.

She was helped into her wrap and then she with Alexander and several guards went out to meet the man that had brought destruction down upon her and her people. She heard whispers surround her and knew that several thought her incapable of reaching any agreement with the Viking, others, those that were of the same class she’d been before she became Queen were whispering how she was their salvation. Evelyn though. . .she knew she was nothing. Something in her gut told her that this was not going to go well for her. Alexander had begun to show his true colors more and more. She would have to try to speak on her own behalf and not let Alexander control the moment.

When the sea of bodies parted, Evelyn and her Chancellor emerged to face Eric Strongbow. Her eyes ran the length of his person and she took in his stature and physical attributes. She swallowed. He was a large man, thick cords of muscle ran under bronzed flesh, his stare was intense and she felt as if he were looking through her not at her. Did he know she held little sway on the going ons of Vix? Did he know she was more a servant than a Queen.

Alexander made the introductions and it was his voice that brought her out of her musings and she blinked away her the thoughts that may have shown in her eyes.

“What are your terms?” Evelyn asked. She looked about her and saw there were several already dead, but there were still many of her soldiers. Could they continue to battle? Or was the loss of life too high?
 
Erick Strongbow had set the scene to his best advantage; so far his planning had been flawless. Vix was in a moment of weakness, the old King dead a new Queen just ascended to the thrown. A good raider always knew his enemy’s strengths and weakness and Vix’s weakness was its pride. That pride had brought Vix’s men at arms together too quickly, the sacking of the Monastery at Falls Kirk hand ensured that, the sacking and ruthless attacks to the villages along the Elba had driven the peasantry to the castle stretching its ability to feed them and the garrison to the breaking point, and the fact that he and his Sea Wolves had given no quarter to Vix’s men at arms in front of the castle, their dean laying like slain lambs was a potent reminder of what further resistance would bring.

Yet Strongbow also knew his own weaknesses. He did not have the siege equipment to quickly take the castle. True he could lay siege to it, starve them out, but the longer he said at this one spot the greater the chance that his allies would sail off for easier plunder. These thoughts where interrupted as the outer gates of the castle of Vix opened and the royal delegation came out to meet with their scourge. The men at arms where worn, tiered and he could smell their fear. The tall eloquently attired knight clad in the latest armor was no warrior; his stylish armor bore no sings of combat. He stood their as a giant, a pillar of garnet that the sea broke against but could not move. He watched from behind his masked helm His cold blue grey eyes like the ice of the northern seas, His coat of mail stained with the blood of those that would stand in his way His might sword pricing the soil of Vix as if it was pricing the country’s very soul. His gaze rested on what must be their young queen. Her eyes ran the length of his person and she took in his stature and physical attributes. She swallowed.

His cold blue grey eyes took in everything without appearing to look at anything. He quickly evaluated the slip of a girl that was queen of Vix. Her long chestnut curls soft as silk shimmering in the morning sunlight, her clear sparkling blue eyes and her stunning young body. She could not be a summer or so more than her eighteenth year, and her petite supple form was made for pleasing a man. Eric Strongbow’s thoughts where interrupted by the eloquent knight as he proudly declared he was Alexander Chancellor of Vix and that this slip of a girl was Evelyn Queen of Vix. Then the stunning young beauty stepped forward and boldly declared.

“What are your terms?”

She blinked away her the thoughts that may have shown in her eyes, looked about her and saw there were several already dead.
Eric saw the compassion and sorrow in those stunning blue eyes and knew that what ever he demanded would be granted.

“My terms are three wagons of gold and sliver, one for each of my war captains, the isle of Falls Kirk as a permeate trading settlement and an annual tribute of one wagon of sliver or ten young maidens.”

On the surface Eric’s terms were leant and he watched as hope flared in the young queen’s eyes. The scowl on the chancellor’s face showed Strongbow the man knew that the Isle of Falls Kirk controlled the Elba river and once in Viking hands they would control the heart of Vix and yet it offered the plum that the thrown, and power of the country would remain in the capital. Then a evil gleam danced in Eric Strongbow’s eyes.

“…….and the Queen as my concubine or I shall put the country side to the torch and slaughter all between the sea and here.”
 
The glee in Alexander’s eyes was missed by Evelyn as her face paled just as quickly as the hope had appeared. It took her a moment to collect herself. It seemed to her like several minutes, but in fact it was just a brief amount of time, but it was enough for the Viking to see and she inwardly cursed. He knew she was shocked and even frightened, but she squared her shoulders and glared back at him. She was about to speak her mind, something that had gotten her into a lot of trouble growing up in the village, when Alexander’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

She turned her head, glanced at his hand on her person and then shot daggers back at him. He quickly removed his hand and whispered that he wanted to speak with her.

Turning away she faced her “so-called” advisor and waited to see what his counter offer would be.

“Your Highness, I know he what he asks is bold and quite distasteful, but. . .”

Evelyn’s jaw dropped. “You can not be contemplating accepting his demands. I would have agreed to all, but the last is unspeakable and disgraceful.”

“It is a bit forward. I agree. Your Highness, may I be frank, though my words may come across rude and disrespectful, they are only straight forward.”

“When has that stopped you?”

Alexander smirked and lifted a brow, indicating she had proved her point. “Then I will proceed. We can take several of his men, if we continue to fight, however. . .our men are growing tired. Our stores are low and will continue to diminish. We have not the means to continue to feed the village as you desire. . .”

“As is OUR duty,” she hissed back at him.

“Yes, Your Highness. His demands will be hard to meet, but in the end we will survive. We have a chance of prolonging our destruction...”

“So I am to become his. . .his. . .” She refused to say the word.

“Do you have another offer? One that he will agree too? I mean, you are the Queen. What pray tell is your plan?”

She could hear the sarcasm dripping from his lips. She spun back around and faced Strongbow.

“How long will this service last? A year? Two? I will agree to your demands, if there is a time restraint on my ‘use’. . .”

Alexander’s eyes grew thick with joy as he too waited to hear how long he would have control over Vix.
 
The glee in Alexander’s eyes was missed by Evelyn as her face paled just as quickly as the hope had appeared. Yet Eric Strongbow did not miss it. In that unguarded moment Eric saw the rift that now existed in Vix. The Queen a stripling of a girl Her Chancellor a man use to wielding power and not willing to relinquish it to his young queen. He watched the bold way that the chancellor grabbed her arm as if she was a common scullery maid, the flash from her soft eyes that grew had at his touch. Eric was as impassive as the sea as they argued in low whispers in front of him only removed a step or two. This was a kingdom ripe for the plucking, a place that would make a very desirable new colony for his Vikings, a place where he and his men could be free of their own fealty to a King they neither like or acknowledged but where still bound to if they returned to the far north.

His attention was brought back to the present as the young queen again steeped forward and mustering all the courage and pride at her disposal addressed him.

“How long will this service last? A year? Two? I will agree to your demands, if there is a time restraint on my ‘use’. . .”

Eric smiled behind the mask of his helm she was willing to submit for her people. He also noticed the chancellors eyes grew thick with joy as he too waited to hear how long he would have control over Vix.

“ You will be my concubine until your 21st summer.”


She had asked for a time limit to be set and he had set it. If he was correct and the girl was only in her eighteenth summer then it would be three years, three years to solidify his holdings at Falls Kirk, to establish his colony, and to enjoy this ravishing young beauty’s charms. Three years to teach her to serve him in ways this young innocent could not even conceive of.

“Is it war or a bargain Queen of Vix’s?”

Eric paid no heed to the treacherous Chancellor his dark hazel eyes held her sparkling brown eyes.

“If so then let us seal the agreement with a kiss.”

Eric Strongbow removed his helm, his hair was the color of summer wheat, long and thick, plated for war and touched with sliver at the temples. The giant of a Viking was old enough to be her father plus perhaps a year or two more. A livid scare that ran from his forehead down across his right eye and cheek was the only thing that marred his features. His skin was bronze from many years at sea. He would wait to see if she steeped closer for the kiss and if she did he would kiss her like she had never been kissed before a kiss that would sear her young soul and let her know who her Master was.
 
Everyone watched and waited to see how Evelyn would react. Alexander was the most intent, wanting nothing more than to see her gone from his sight. His need to rule Vix was growing thick and he knew disposing of the young woman would guarantee his stand. If she was gone three years, then returned, it would be easy to rid himself of her before she stepped onto land and made her presence known again. He would see to it. Once she was gone, she’d never return.

Her gaze was brought from the sun-kissed hair to the scar that ran across his features. It was long and though most would find it shocking or grotesque she did neither. It was threatening, not hideous, or perhaps that was the intensity of his eyes that drew from her a gasp of surprise. Whatever it was she couldn’t hide the fact she’d reacted to him, the blush of her cheeks only rose in color as she looked at his mouth and thought of what the next three years would entail.

A shiver ran through her and she made a move to step forth, only to have her way blocked. Her eyes grew wide, knowing that the man barring her path would likely get himself killed if she didn’t intervene. Quickly she raised her hand, hoping to stay any weapons that were up and raised, unsure how her men or the Viking’s would have reacted.

“Evie you can’t do this. We can still fight,” Cedric’s eyes pleaded with those of her best friend.


She took a deep breath, knowing she would have to make him understand that this was the only way out. “Cedric, there is no way we can care for the people, we’ve not the stores. King Richard was a lazy man, and our stores and our men grow weaker by the hour. I will do this and will return in three years to lead my people.”

Evelyn made the move to go around him, when she felt his grip on her arm. This time the look she gave to a man that dare touch the Queen was soft and gentle. Her fingers ran up her arm and gripped his, she squeezed them, their stares meet and for the first time she saw what she had refused to see. Love. She wasn’t in love with him though, he was her friend, not her lover nor would he ever have been. She sighed and removed his hand from her.

“I can’t let you do this,” he whispered. “I won’t.”

“Then you’ll die by his sword. Is that what you want? Cedric, it is going to happen and you’ll let it.”

“You’ll be nothing but a whore. The one thing you were never wished to be. You know this?”

She felt the first wave of shame wash over her and nodded her head. “Yes, I know this.”

He shook his head and waved her away. “Go then. We are finished.” She watched him leave, the crowd of onlookers laughing at him as he pushed his way through them.

Evelyn turned back and looked at her enemy, finally taking the last step that separated them. “Three years and then you will return me to my people.” She squared her shoulders and waited for him to seal the treaty. Something in the scarred face told her it would be the hardest three years she’d ever lived, much harder than living as a peasant had ever been.
 
“Evie you can’t do this. We can still fight,”

The young man’s voice was laced with passion the way she gently removed his hand from her arm the softness in her eyes told Eric that there was a deep feeling between them. Was this brash young man her lover, her intended? The look in the callow youth’s eyes spoke of his love for the young Queen the way he entreated her not to accept the terms. There words where intent whispers and then that look of love in the man’s eyes began to fade and he spat out his damning accusation.

“You’ll be nothing but a whore. The one thing you were never wished to be. You know this?”

Evie’s cheeks flushed crimson at this accusation.

“Yes, I know this.”

The youth face grew hard and the light of love in his eyes died they where now dead burning coals.

“Go then. We are finished.”

Eric Strongbow watched the stunning young beauty turn towards him her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. he watched as she mustered her pride and regally restated the terms that would bring her people life.

“Three years and then you will return me to my people.”

Her soft brown eyes held his cold unblinking grey blue eyes as she took that final step closing the distance between them.

“I have given my word girl and I’ll keep it. You shall return in three years if that is your desire.”

Eric’s arm encircled Evie’s trim little waist as he drew her supple young body to his. His hips brushed hers in a most sensual manner, the tip of his tongue slid seductively across her full ripe lips, then the even white ridge of her teeth, it demanded entry into the girl’s chaste mouth a demand she knew she must grant. Eric Strongbow let that erotic kiss linger deepen till it possessed the young queen and then his lips slowly parted from hers. In that one kiss he had declared to all, that she was now his concubine his property to do with as he pleased.

Eric unceremoniously swept Evie up into his arms and turned his steely gaze on the Lord Chancellor.

“You’ll be kept under siege till the tribute of sliver and gold is delivered. Your queen will come with me.”

Eric paused and then pointed at Lord Alexander.

“Three days any treachery on your part and I’ll have your head on a pike, and all will be put to the sword.”

Eric turned on his heel not waiting for an answer the young beauty still in his arms. And strode down towards the river Elba and his Dragon ship.

“You’ll have no need of baggage my Pet”

He whispered into the shocked young beauty’s ear.”

Evelyn Queen of Vix was borne down the river to the isle of Falls Kirk, to the monastery that would now be her Master’s seat of power. So far Strongbow had made no demands on her other than their kiss sealing the treaty. But now as he carried her up to the Abbots rooms and set her on her dainty feet she knew that was about to change for his dark brooding eyes where filled with lust.

“So my pet let me see what I have bargained for. Disrobe !”

His voice was not harsh but in a way gentle but there was no mistaking the edge of command it carried.
 
She’d stayed silent the entire journey. Her eyes drinking in every thing, trying to find the man’s weaknesses. When she found none, hope faded and she resigned herself to her fate. She was not naive and knew the next three years would be those that she would not wish on her worst enemy, or so she thought. Evelyn had been untouched, pure in all ways as the kiss Strongbow had taken from her proclaimed.

Nevertheless, she was no longer innocent in one aspect, the kiss he'd taken to seal thier deal still played on her mind, but she refused to focus on it. He was her enemy, not her friends. To Eric Strongbow, she was simple a vessel to be used until he tire of her and the three years were finished. She prayed he'd tire of her soon.

Now, she stood in front of him. Her gaze shifting from him to the floor and back to him again. Her breath caught in her throat as he demanded for her to disrobe and bare all to him. She wanted to hesitate, to curse him and tell him how vile she believed his actions to be.

Her eyes spoke the words her mouth refused to spill. Timidly she slid her hands over her bodice, the shaking of her fingers proved her uneasiness.

Each hook was released and slowly the bodice of her dress was left open, revealing a thin chemise underneath. She slid the gown from her hips, pushing it onto the cold, dirty floor. She stepped free of it, slipping her small feet from her slippers and shivering at the contrasting temperature.

The air stirred and she shivered. For a moment she wished she’d left her hair unbound. She would have used it as a covering. The length more than enough to hide her physical attributes. Evelyn glanced up at him, seeing that he was still waiting. She knew the chemise had to go too.

“The years will not move swift enough for me,” she muttered and lifted her chemise from her young form. She held it for less than second in a tight grip, covering herself, then she allowed it to fall.

Evelyn stood there naked, unsure if she wanted approval or disgust to come from his lips. She’d not bared herself to the opposite sex, since she’d been taken aside by the local whore and told she could was no longer allowed to swim naked in the river with the other boys and girls. When she had asked why, all was revealed to her; now she stood on trembling legs waiting for the Viking to do all the horrible things that she’d imagined since “the talk” with Scarlet.
 
Eric watched as the young queens trembling fingers went to the hook of her bodice. Each parted slowly as if this young maiden was delaying the inevitable as long as humanly possible as the last hook surrender to her trembling fingers she pushed the heavy formal gown from her firm young body to stand before him in just her thin chemise. The late afternoon sun was streaming through the widow behind Evelyn her nubile young body clearly silhouetted. Strongbow could see the firm rise of her breasts tipped with little taunt nipples either from her fear or from the chill of the dying day. The ravishing young Queen stood there barefoot, her hair bound up accentuated the long sensual line of her slender neck.

“The years will not move swift enough for me,”

She muttered and lifted her chemise from her young form. She held it for less than second in a tight grip, covering herself, then she allowed it to fall.
Evelyn Queen of Vix, stood naked as the day she was born before her new Master wearing only a crimson blush from the tip of her nose to the dip of her toes.

Eric had studied her as they had traveled in silence to Falls Kirk. He could see both the fear and pride in her soft eyes. He knew she expected him to throw her on the bed, rape her then and there claiming the prize she had offered for the safety of her people. It was what all the rumors said her fate would be, a Christian Queen now at the mercy of a heathen, barbaric Viking. Yet Strongbow knew more about the young Queen than she knew herself he had seen the way she had brushed her lips with the tip of her tongue on the voyage here, he had seen how she had responded to the kiss that had sealed her fate, and he knew that her passions where possibly a match for his own.

“You are beautiful my Pet. he said simply and then he came to her. Evie was in his arms, she could feel their strength as he drew her to him. His coarse woolen shirt teasing her taunt nipples, his mouth slowly lowering to hers to claim her lips in a tender kiss. Again his tongue slipped pass her lips and into her chaste mouth . Eric let their kiss deepen linger. He would concur, her not by brute force but by sensually, seductive, temptation. Eric would strip away each layer of her innocence till she became in all things his concubine, she would set at his feet rest her head on his thigh and give her body to him in whatever manner he chose in the end. But for now he let his kiss possess Evie. Her virginity would be just a memory by morning.
 
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His lips moved over hers and she tried to fight the battle that was suddenly upon her. She had felt the heat of his gaze and watched him advance on her. She’d swallowed her fear, yet as soon as he pressed against her, it returned. A gasp fell from her lips and he moved in deeper, taking the opportunity to plunder her mouth. Her fingers curled into fists, as she fought not to run them over his arms and up into his hair.

Her lips trembled and her knees threatened to give way as the assault moved onward. Heads angled, and positions switched, yet their lips never separated. When she did uncurl her clenched fist it was to push it between them. Her skin was hot to her touch and she could feel his aroused state pressed against her.

It took Evelyn a full minute to realize she had given in and was kissing him back. Her hand, the one she was going to push him away with was now anchoring herself to him. She gave herself a mental scolding and pulled her mouth away and then pushed him back. She stumbled, knowing she’d tripped on the gown that lay near their feet.

Catching herself, she glared back at him and stared. Her lips were swollen and red. She could feel the warmth of her skin as well as the tingling that was coursing through her most intimate places. Her fingers moved to her lips and she covered them. “Don’t do this,” she whispered, a plea that she hoped would spare her.

“I do not wish to be a whore, not for any man.”

She stepped back and felt the wall behind her. It did little to comfort her boiling flesh. “Please, I beg of you, do not shame me.”
 
Eric felt the young Queen surrender to their kiss, she reveled in it sensual, seductive temptation, a welling participant and the sweet fragrance of her arousal hung musky on the air of the room. He savored again the sweetness of her mouth and could feel her nipples pebbling against the coarse wool of his tunic.

Evie pulled her mouth away and then pushed him back. Her fingers moved to her lips and she covered them.

“Don’t do this, “I do not wish to be a whore, not for any man.”


Her voice was a husky, sultry, whisper laced with unwanted passion. A passion that scared her, those soft hazel eyes where smoldering with the fire Eric Strongbow had lit deep in her belly with just a kiss. His cold grey blue eyes had softened and there was soft warmth in them that belied all the fearsome rumors that he ate his foes. He took a step closer to the terrified little dove as she tried to press her naked form through the unyielding stone wall.

“Please, I beg of you, do not shame me.”


“You are no man’s whore Evie.”

It was the first time he had called her by name, and he used the simple form of her name the chastened young man had that very morning. Eric reached out his hand stilled for a moment as she shrunk back from him turning her head. Slowly tenderly he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. His calloused warriors hand in mark contrast to her sun kissed silken skin. It was a gentle tender caress so unlike the ruthless warrior that had stood before the castle.

“Shame you? How can I shame you by keeping the bargain we made this very morning, a bargain you sealed with a kiss?”

Strongbow cupped Evie’s chin in his huge hand and turned her head so that she faced him, his eyes seeking hers holding her captive in his steady unblinking gaze.

“You agreed to be my concubine for three years and know you flee from that very bargain. I can not shame you Evelyn of Vix only you can by reneging on your word.”

He paused as his words fit her like a fist. Then in a quiet yet commanding voice he continued.

“If you can not keep your word, then get dressed I shall return you to the castle in the morning. You will have three days in which your people can make their peace with your Crucified god. Our pack will be at an end and I will keep my word Queen of Vix and all will be put to the sword.”

As he Spoke their was no malice or anger in his voice, they had made a pact a bargain and if she could not keep it then he had no choice but to return her to the castle. The fact that he would allow her and her people three days to make their peace with their god was a boon he need not offer or grant.

Eric Strong bow kissed d Evie’s forehead then each of her eyelids. He turned as if to go. It was up to the young queen to shallow her pride beg him to return to her and then offer herself to him without reserve.
 
His words were not harsh, just simply stated, but to her they were a cold slap in the face that brought her back to reality. “Don’t go,” she whispered and then said it louder. “I will fulfill the terms.”

She stepped around him and placed her hands on his chest. The hardness of him frightened her. The strength he possessed inside the clothes that covered him could snap her in two, yet he had not once been violent with her, even the kiss on the battlefield had been exploratory, not raping. She bit her lip as she explained herself.

“I know to you it is a simple thing. Two leaders agree on a price and it demands payment. But as a woman it is not so simple. It is much more. When I return there will be those whose eyes accuse me of whoring myself out. No man will wed me, no heir will spring from my loins and I will be nothing but another bartering chip to be peddled out. I know this doesn’t concern you and in time I will deal with it, as I have dealt with other things.”

She took a deep breath and placed her other hand on his person. “I will not turn away again. What do you want me to do?”

Her fingers lay on his shoulders as her heart pounded in her chest. She could feel every pulse and she knew her skin was more red. She inwardly cursed at the weakness she portrayed with every girlish blush. Her head bowed and she stared at his chest, not wanting him to see her fear.

“I have never. . .” she let the words die, not able to bring herself to admit both her ignorance and her curiosity.
 
“Don’t go,” she whispered and then said it louder.

“I will fulfill the terms.”


Evie’s hands where trembling when she placed them on Strongbow’s chest she looked like a simple country girl so young and fresh hardly the queen of Vix as she worried her lower lip.

“I know to you it is a simple thing. Two leaders agree on a price………………………………

Eric had heard it all before from other ladies of high station brought low by a Viking raid ther supple young bodies the only thing of worth that they possessed. He smiled to himself no heir with any luck this stunning young beauty would be heavy with child before the first year was out and Vix would have an heir, a Viking heir.

She took a deep breath and placed her other hand on his person.

“I will not turn away again. What do you want me to do? I have never. . .”


Her girlish blush the way she demurely held her soft hazel eyes down cast as she admitted her ignorance in the ways between men and women. Eric lifted her chin with a single finger his eyes smiled down into hers.

“I will teach you Evie,”

His lips brushed hers. Eric Strongbow let that soft tender kiss deepen until it was all that existed in the stillness of the room. That simple perfect kiss became an erotically tempting kiss deepening till they shared the same life giving breath. When his lips finally parted from Evie’s the young girl was breathless. Soft light butterfly kisses traced the outline of her jaw. He nibbled at her earlobe his hot moist breath stirring the stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck. Those light seductively tempting kisses floated down the slender column of her neck, he sensually tongued the hollow spot where her neck and shoulder met and her life force raced madly just below the surface of her soft silken skin. They traveled lower, followed the contours of her firm young breasts. Eric seductively kissed and sensually tongued and nipped at their youthful perfection. One hand cupped the trembling virgin’s right breast and he rolled her little roes bud nipple under the pad of his thumb as the tip of his tongue circled the girl’s dusky pink areola, then Strongbow captured her left nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking across its now moist tip. Gently he held the taunt bud in his teeth and inhaled deeply drawing a cool steady stream of air across the feverous bud.
 
Evelyn whimpered. Her skin burned and her fingers slid instinctively to his shoulders. They rested there until he further teased her, then she began to grip the hard chords of muscle. The kiss still lingered on her memory, but as his teeth drew in the pearl of her breast she was quickly finding another sensation assail her.

Her lips were begging to be kissed again. Her tongue constantly darting out to taste him. She tried to remain unfeeling as to what was happening to her. Her attempts were useless. Every kiss, every breath, and ever tender lick made their own war against her and she lost each one just as quickly as they left the battlefield and moved on to another patch of flesh to conquer.

She stared down at him, watched his mouth take in her nipple and her eyes grew wide as the heat of his breath caressed her flesh. “Ohhh. . . my,” she whispered and the coughed, trying to cover up her shock. Her teeth, white and even, something she took pride in, came out and again chewed on her lip. Her tongue snaked out, moistened the strip of flesh and then she gasped as he never eased up on his exploration.

Her nails dug into his shoulders and she eased up on the pressure, fearful that she’d hurt him. However, as the wave of heat that had been building continued to beat through her, her grip tightened and she marked his flesh with tiny moon drops. Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes rested on skin the color of a sweetly scented rose, but as hot as the sun.

The scent of her reached her nostrils, the aroma new and pleasing. She breathed deep.

“Eric,” she whispered and felt sweat break out on her brow as she fought to maintain a shred of control. She swallowed and felt her knees growing weaker with every teasing touch. “It feels. . .” she purred and coughed. “Ohhh my Eric, what are you doing to me?”
 
Evelyn whimpered. Her skin burned and her fingers slid instinctively to his shoulders as Eric sensually explored her contours of her firm young breasts. He felt her nipple grow taunt under the pad of his thumb, each little gasp sigh and involuntary moan was music to his ears.

Ohhh. . . my,”

She whispered and the coughed, trying to cover up her shock, even as she arched her body to his mouth. Evie’s nails bit into his shoulders when he inhaled deeply, and Strongbow could feel them break his skin.

“Eric,……….It feels. . .” she purred and coughed.

“Ohhh my Eric, what are you doing to me?”


Evie’s voice was a soft husky whisper laced with the passions that Eric enkindled in this innocent young beauty.

“Teaching you as I as I promised Evie.”

He could taste the salt of the fine sheen of sweat that now bather her stunning young body, the sweet musky fragrance of her arousal was like a heady wine and he longed to taste it. Eric knew that this proud little beauty had lost all hope of resisting his assault she was slowly becoming an eager participant Strongbow smiled as he let his lips slide from the girl’s pebble hard nipple. His hands seductively slide down the sensually curves of the ravishing young beauty’s torso. They encircled her trim little waist, and he lifted her off her dainty feet as if she was light as a feather. His erotically sensual and seductive kiss trailed down across the flat even plain of the young virgins belly as he lifted her higher. His great hands now cupped the firm globes of her ass as his devilish tongue reamed out her naval. Eric nipped at the soft spot where Evie’s thigh and hip met. His hot moist breath stirred the sparse dark tawny fleece of her virgin pussy. The hapless girl was forced to support her weight with her arms on his shoulders. Then the giant Viking lifted Evie’s chaste little pussy to his mouth. His tongued snaked out to run the length of her moist rose pink folds and he caught the first dewy drops of her sweet nectar Eric feasted on her virginal nectar his tongue now flicking at the hooded guardian of her secret garden.
 
Evelyn felt the texture of his tongue slide over her nipple before he released it. The soft globe bounced slightly and then she felt his hands graze her ribs. A hiss escaped her and his words washed over her. Her lesson was only beginning and already she feared her body would collapse from exhaustion. She never met that fate as he gripped her waist and lifted her from the ground.

She thought then that he was going to take her to the bed, enter her and claim the rights he was set on receiving. Her eyes shot open when he continued to lift her higher. Her hands moved to hold onto him, and then she watched in awe as he further explored her heated flesh. When he grabbed her ass and held her up to his mouth, she gasped in shock. A plea of mercy left her lips as she felt his tongue invade her.

Her body seemed to convulse and she shuddered against him. Embarrassment filled her as he dined on her juices. She knew she was moist, it had been appearing since the moment he’d kissed her, renewing the tingles that he’d awakened with the first brush of his lips. Now he was covered in them. Her sex ached and she let her head fall back.

“Eric. . .I . . .” she whimpered, unable to speak.

She tried to breathe, to draw in the much needed air that her lungs craved, but it was an after thought to the feelings that were rolling inside her. She couldn’t concentrate as he moved over her sex, claiming the strip of flesh and tormenting it with his lips, tongue and teeth. Her hair, still braided was slowly coming undone, locks had broken free and were threatening to fall across her back.

“Please. . .it is too much,” she whispered and without thought rubbed her sex against him.
 
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