Spoils of War

[illianacole]

Eira watched as the people that were left alive in her village were brought on board. There was her former best friend, shackled down by the man who had cornered Eira while Bjorn defiled her mother, then there was the bossy breadmaker's wife. She was pretty but had always ordered other's about. she didn't seem unhappy to find herself among the vikings. and finally the men, one of which was her cousin. the boy caught her eye as if begging his spirited older cousin to save them both. Eira onl shook her head at him. There was no saving either of them.

Then the Viking was speaking to her and she focused wholely on him. She knew her future was with this man and as he lifted her she was taken with the visions of long nights with him, both of them whispering sweet nothings to one another as they spent their passions. At the moment she could not imagine him being that man with her.

"I don't see as i have much choice in the matter, though I don't particularly fancy being treated like a whore. I could have done that a million times over in the last two years." Her eyes were spitting fire at him again, proving that she may be weak of body but her mind and mouth still worked fine. Then she let her secret slip in her anger. "I knew you would come for me. I knew that You would leave me orphaned and take me away. But I cannot find a man of worth in you. I don't see how you can be so cruel and then become the sweet lover in my visions. I don't trust you, Viking." She had deliberately used the word as an insult and another show of her ire, rather than his name or the term she already knew he preferred to hear in moments of intimacy.

 

[LordLuck]

He was loving it. Eira's defiant attitude was one of her qualities that attracted Bjorn. There was some kind of mystery in her deep eyes, her voice speaking of a kind of comprehension and understanding that intrigued the Viking.

As Eira revealed her gift of foresight, Bjorn was relieved. This was indeed the girl the one that his sages had told him about. Before ever setting sail from the coldest fjords of Skandia, the svear chieftain had asked for the council of his fortune-tellers and wizards. One of those, Revjak, was quite intimate with him, having been the one to guide the young Bjorn in the rites of hunt. Revjak had burned the bones and read the runes, who said that once the Jarl would find a woman who bore visions of the future. And with that woman, he would experience joy.

Bjorn caressed Eira's tighs, his callous hand rubbing it's rough surface over Eira's soft skin. The Viking smiled as he teased the woman in his lap.

"I do not care if you do, Eira.", the Jarl kept caressing his new toy, his tone condescending and amused,"For once it was revealled to me that I'd stumble upon a farseer that would share love with me..."

The Jarl stared at Eira's eyes, using his right hand to bring the small woman closer to his chest.

"And I've never really believed in the tale until now. I see something almost unreadable in your eyes, Eira. I'm intrigued. And I am also very capable of compassion... I've spared you after all!", the huge svear laughted. "So tell me, Eira of the British, how can we work this out?", he scoled.

 

[illianacole]

Eira eyed the Bjorn warily. He would be surprised to know the truth of her. She detested being forced or treated like chattel, but she had never been averse to the idea of being a man's love slave. She had heard stories over the years of women stolen from brittish soil and taken to be slaves in other parts of the world that were cherished and loved. she had dreamt of such things. It had been what tempered her fear of the large man whose hand was currently teasing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

"How can we work this out? Get rid of every other woman in your house, Viking. Perhaps then we can begin to talk of love and passion between us. I am not averse to being a man's love slave, but the term involves a certain amount of emotion. I want to be something treasured above all else in my man's life, not one of many for him to choose from."

It was the truth but the words were spoken with such hatred and disgust that only a person as close to her as Bjorn could possibly tell that there was a slight sob to the entire speech.

 

[LordLuck]

Eira's demand really took Bjorn by surprise. She dared to demand to be his only lover, this girl that had never laid with someone else before the Viking himself? How preposterous was that! How bold!

Still, how corageous of her. And perhaps if he did accept her childish wishes, Bjorn considered that Eira could be more submitted... and after all, Revjak had been clear that she would bring much temper to his life, that she would share with him both happiness and sorrow. Perhaps... perhaps...

"A woman of your passion would be an interesting prize indeed...", Bjorn scratched his greasy beard with his left hand, taking some seconds to think before laying it back into Eira's tigh, resuming his caresses. "Perhaps I should make you my one and only lover..."

"I have some women really lectured in the arts of pleasure. As you've proven me earlier, you are young and innexperienced, girl. What would you offer me that none of them could?"

 

[illianacole]

Eira narrowed her eyes at him. How dare he?! to remark on her inexperience as if it were some black mark on her soul. "Well you've obviously no women with my stamina and passion, or i would not amuse and intrigue you so. Do you think a woman cannot learn to harness such things quickly? I imagine it works about like every other thing in life, If you enjoy it enough you'll work hard to be good at it. and make no mistake, Viking, I am very good at the things I enjoy."

It was a bold move, but Eira knew herself very well. If the viking could in fact make her enjoy coupling, she would do her level best to return the pleasure. and even more so if he could truely love her after this night, she would be the best damn woman in the world to him. In that moment she wondered how many bastards the man had fathered or if he had a legal heir in his homeland. Eira had long for a child ever since she became aware that her father would never allow her a husband to give one to her.

 

[LordLuck]

"Ha! Now that's a good argument!", Bjorn smiled, satisfied, his cheeks almost concealed under his lenghty beard. "Very well, you've conquered me, Eira of the British!"

Suddenly, his tone turned out to a somber remark."But make it worth it.", the phrase sounding like a terribe thread. Eira could see how serious he was, meaning every little horror that remark could imply.

"Keld!", the Viking roared.

One of the crewmen, the one that had kindly smiled to Eira, the shirtless thin one, came over to the back of the throne. Eira could notice that the throne was indeed some kind of barrier between Bjorn's personal space and the rest of the ship.

Yes, sir? , the younger man looking eager to awnser to his chieftain.

"Sing the Sagas! Play the harp! And tell the huskarls that there's a special reward to them back home!", the Jarl said, his caressing turning bolder, his eyes those of one who hoped he had done a good bargain.

As Keld left, Bjorn leant forward towards Eira.

 

[illianacole]

Eira couldn't believe her ears. Had he actually just agreed to give up all of his women for her? "Why... Why would you do that so quickly?" she asked in wonder, "Not that i don't think I can deliver, but you've only had me once Viking, and you said it wasn't like it normally is at that."

Bjorn had thrown her for a loop and Eira was lost now. She had expected him to fight her for his women. Not to simply give in to her demands. She didn't even realize that she'd inadvertently spread her legs a little wider and allowed him more access to her body as she searched his face for the meaning of what had to be a cruel joke on the simple brittish girl in his lap.

 

[LordLuck]

"Dear Eira,", Bjorn smiled to her,"My men deserve their rewards. And I do not have that many women back home."

The Jarl was good humoured. Perhaps the old man's visions were accurate. Maybe Eira could be useful for him in that regard as well... but that was an idea to delve in further later.

"Because I like you, Eira. I like you too much to have you thrown overboard to freeze to death. I like you too much to handle you to my men to have their own fun. I'd rather keep you for myself."

He snorted.

"And because I respect the gods. They've sent me to you, and you to me."

Bjorn hand went further down Eira's legs, his caresses ever more elaborate, almost about to touch her. He would respect her, and await to see if she would indeed allow him to probe her... and teach her pleasure.

 

[illianacole]

She knew she had to own up to their bargain now. She hadn't thought it would be so soon, but she was a prideful girl and backing down now would shame her. timidly she let one leg fall from his lap leaving her completely open to him. " It won't hurt again, right?"

She thought it strange that she had not trembled in fear when Bjorn had raped her, but she did so now when he was not forcing himself upon her. It made no sense. She was suddenly very frightened of what she did not know.

 

[LordLuck]

"Not this time...", Bjorn whispered at Eira's ear, leaning over to kiss her. He was being almost too cautious this time. He had to earn both her trust and her care if she was to return him the favour.

All the while, he led his hand down into her womanhood. At first, Bjorn only brushed it against her own pubian area, playfully letting his fingers wander around.

He was starting to feel his own urge rising again. But that would have to wait for Eira to be ready. He did not wished to have her sore once again, for it would spoil his own fun in the regard. The Jarl started to probe at her labia, his thick fingers touching Eira with caressing spinnings, taking special care of her clit, leading his middle finger in her.

He caressed her hair with his right hand, all the while slightly pulling Eira closer over him. He'd knew when she was ready this time.

"Tell me... how do you feel, Eira?"

 

[illianacole]

Eira didn't quite know how to answer. The sensations she was feeling were all completely alien to her. "I.. I don't know. It's not hurting me."

She could feel the wetness between her legs, but in her innocence she really had no clue how to react to him. So, she did the only thing she could think of and wrapped her arms about his neck and, blushing, whispered to him "Show me more."

 

[LordLuck]

The Viking only leant his head forward, laying his forehead over Eira's own.

Bjorn kept his rhythm, his fingers probing into Eira, his knots feeling her wetness. Still, he could tell of her unease. She was just about ready. Still, he remembered how she had clamped around him when he had forced himself in.

"You're ready for me, now.", he whispered back to her, his deep voice as soft as he could. "Your moisture tells that you are prepared to welcome me, and that prevents the pain."

The Jarl then withdrew, spinning Eira over his lap so that the british woman now laid facing him, her legs spread apart over his own. As she wore his own bear-pelt mantle, it's thick fur covered them both. It would make it slightly more confortable, Bjorn hoped.

As Eira hold on to him, her arms around his neck, Bjorn hold her closer with his right hand, unbuckling his trousers with the other.

There he stood again, the fingering in Eira turning his own urge to bear. His erection was much less intimidating now than when he had brutally raped Eira, but he was no less turned on.

"This should not hurt you again, dear... Are you ready?"

An audible moan came from behind the tall throne. As Eira sat over Bjorn, a tall man himself, she could see her ex-best friend sucking the warrior that had touched her as Bjorn had done her mother. The huskarl, sat in his own rowing seat, forced the girl's head in his own member, trying not to groan loudly.

Bjorn knew the voice of Ghatrad. He could guess what happened behind his eyes, knowing of his best warrior's delights. The thought was incredibly arousing.

 

[illianacole]

Eira turned from the sight of her former friend and the other viking and looked Bjorn in the eye. Taking a deep breath she nodded her head and whispered softly, "I am ready, Viking."

Though brave and proud beyond belief, Eira still trembled. She was truely frightened. Mostly of the pain returning, but also of everything she did not know. Timidly she tilted her head up to give him a soft kiss. Maybe he wasn't so bad as he had seemed to start with. People did things for war that were out of character... Maybe she would ask him about it if she survive the voyage to his homeland.

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn smiled as Eira allowed him to proceed. Unlike when he had first ravished her, with brutal violence and out-of-control lust, the Jarl now clutched Eira with both desire and care this time. Eira had, somehow, taken control of him. She was the only one to ever manage to hold that kind of control over Bjorn, and the though was curiously pleasant.

He positioned his erection before Eira's soaked womanhood. Going slow, for Eira's sake, knowing that she would still be sore from his first intrusion, Bjorn held the woman towards him, both hugging and caressing her, his arms around her chest.

His hand wandered around her back, finally coming to lay in her ass. Bjorn gripped Eira's soft skin, his nails almost digging into her flesh. And then, he forced her down on him.

The Jarl had never felt such desire for a woman. Of course he had his fair share of women warming his bed, he had unleashed his seed in many of those, but this one... this one he really longed to be with. What kind of spell had Eira cast over him, Bjorn only guessed, amused with the though that this seer was also a sorceress.

His member went deep inside of Eira, as he impaled her, her wetness sliding him in much easier than the first time he had forced her. Bjorn groaned as he hilted himself in Eira. He kissed her back, all most fiercely, his beard tickling her chin.

 

[illianacole]

Eira allowed herself to get lost in Bjorns kiss as she revelled in the sensation of him filling her once more. There was still a bit of pain, but this time it was accompanied by a tight knot of pleasure deep in her belly. He was so big she felt stretched beyond belief. Was this what it was supposed to be like?

He was even gentle now, well gentler. His fingers were digging into her buttocks, but the feeling wasn't unpleasant. She could certainly find enjoyment in this act if it were to continue. Deciding to trust him in this single endeavor, she let bjorn guide her on what she was supposed to do.

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn groaned as Eira enveloped his manhood. By the Aesir, she felt great. He had barely felt her the first time, the days of sailing had turned him wild. He held lowered her over him, feeling the pleasure of stretching Eira's insides.

The Jarl held her there for almost a minute, enjoying the sensation as she clamped his erection. Good Gods. What had I done to deserve this prize, he thought silently.

"H-How are you f-feeling, Eira?", he asked, the pressure around his cock almost maddening.

 

[illianacole]

Eira squirmed a bit in his lap, before whispering "It's nice, but something tell me there is so much more. Show me..."

He was being so kind. such a turn around from the brute who had taken her the first time. It was that more than anything else that had amazement coloring her tone as she asked for more from him.

 

[LordLuck]

Eira's whispers were seductive words to Bjorn. He loved them. He loved to have her with him, on him. As she squirmed, he could feel his own erection throbbing inside of her, begging for the motion to resume.

Bjorn smiled, staring at Eira's eyes as he lifted her slowly, both hands at her ass clamping her tight. He slowly withdrew Eira from himself, taking painful seconds as inch after inch of his cock left the warm depths of his lover.

And once again, he lowered her down over him, his lips barely concealing his pleasure. As he hilted himself again, he laid another soft kiss at Eira's lips.

"Up and down. Y-You get the... idea."

 

[illianacole]

Eira nodded and, using the arms of his chair to lever her weight, began to mimic the motion on her own. All the while watching Bjorns face for his reaction. She wanted the future she had seen in visions. She was hoping that it would not backfire on her. As she picked up a little she moaned softly, "Like this?"

 

[LordLuck]

"Y-Yes..."

Bjorn hugged Eira's frame as she held the throne arm's and slowly slammed herself over him. She was beaultiful over him. Even though Eira was covered by the bear-pelt over her shoulders, before Bjorn, she was just as nude as when she had come to this world. Her small, petty physique was as perfect as Bjorn could hope, her small breasts bouncing as she lowered herself over him.

"Harder. F-Faster."

The Viking had grabbed her ass again, this time helping her raise and lower over his member. He forced her to sped up her rhythm, bringing her faster over his cock.

He moaned, almost forgetting to shush himself, his eyes glimmering in delight as he stare at Eira's.

 

[illianacole]

Eira found an odd sense of power in the vikings words as he urged her to go faster and harder. As if she were the one in control of his pleasure. She had never been in control of anything before, It seemed a lovely prospect to be in control of a man's pleasures. The feeling made her a bit playful and just to see how he would respond, she slowed down again. Grinning at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What if I don't, Bjorn?"

 

[LordLuck]

"Y-You little devil...", Bjorn groaned again under clenched teeth. Insolent, little bitch. He could twist that little neck of hers... in other ocasions, he would. One of his colleagues Jarls prized himself on how he had kept fucking a girl's corpse even after he had killed her.

But this wasn't any woman that he could fuck and then throw overboard. This was the gods gift to him. This was his seer. This was his promised love. His cock still throbbed, almost painfully in Eira's womanhood. Bjorn dug his fingers further into Eira's skin, but he did nothing. He didn't forced her down on him again. He had hoped she would still take some time to realise the power that she had over him.

 

[illianacole]

Eira chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss him again as she picked up her pace, working herself on him as fast and hard as she could. "I am simply learning, Viking. I want to know what I can do to you, what I do to you now. Do not worry, I have no desire to hold the reigns between us. I just like to explore my options."

She had seen in his face the moment when he considered murdering her for slowing down. It was obvious that the man was used to being in control. She didn't mind that so much, as long as he understood she would always be willful and proud and outspoken. She was also beginning to realize she would always want to find new ways to test him. She had no desire to be a lamb led to the slaughter like other women.

 

[LordLuck]

Part of him loved that Eira would never be the submissive slave, that cowers and cries as you take her. Even though Bjorn owned her for all it mattered, he knew that she was the one who had actually taken him. After all, this little woman had made him resign his own earlier taking. And he was loving it.

Bjorn smiled as he he kissed her back, Eira's comment amusing him even more. That would be an interesting routine.

She sped up.

"Y-Yes...", Bjorn groaned once again. His climax was building close, now."T-Take it...", the Viking caressed Eira's back, distracting himself of his incoming ejaculation. But it didn't worked for long. Even though Eira wasn't the most savage of the women he had taken, her eagerness shamed many of the more experienced he had.

It was sudden. Bjorn felt the ticklish feel in his balls, and he cursed himself that he was close to end it. As Eira impaled herself one last time, Bjorn moaned as he ejaculated. He suddenly held Eira in a strong hug, both arms crossed behind her arching back, pumping in her jolt after jolt of his sperm. Once. Twice. Thrice. He kept spilling his seed inside of her until the last drop.

"It... It was... wonderful.", Bjorn kissed her, holding her tight towards him, a true bear's hug, his member still hard inside of her.

 

[illianacole]

Eira grinned as Bjorn climaxed. She had done that. Oh, yes, she could get used to this fairly quickly. Enjoying herself thoroughly she wrapped her arms about his neck and began to move on him once more.

From this position she could see past his shoulder. It seemed everyone on board was engaged in similar acts, though most did not seem to enjoy it as she was, especially not her former best friend who appeared to be crying now as Bjorns second crammed his member harshly down her throat.

Eira suddenly found that she was grateful the man had not had the chance to do more than touch her. She would probably be dead now if he had. For she would have bitten him she was sure.

Returning her attention to her own viking, Eira tested something she had seen her mother do to her father often. She began to nibble at his ear lightly, moaning softly in response to her own actions in his lap.