Spoils of War

[LordLuck]

Bjorn gasped as Eira started to move on him once more. Was she really...? She wished to continue?

The Viking's member still throbbed inside of Eira, sending shivers back to Bjorn's spine. As she moved, he laid completey helpless, both hands sliding down at Eira's buttocks once more, helping her move over him, in him.

His hardness undimished, Bjorn could only bless the Gods. She was turning out to be a better bargain than he had hoped, being eager to please him - and herself as she did it.

As Eira leant over him, coming to nibble at his ear, Bjorn was ready again. She had aroused him so much that the Viking was already ready for another round. Bjorn gleefully grinned back at his lover.

 

[illianacole]

Softly Eira whispered in the Viking's ear. "Show me more, Master Viking, Teach me what pleases you so that I may please us both."

It was a complete one eighty, she was aware, but she had decided not to fight the fates. She had been sent the visions for a reason and it wasn't to change wht was to be. It was so that she did not fight it like the stubborn prideful mule she could be. She was smart enough to know that.

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn thinked about it. What was Eira ready to be taught, but not forced her too much? She was still a little inexperienced, and he didn't wished to harm her anymore than the least possible.

"Raise, Eira."

She looked to him. The Jarl just felt so good with her over him, but he wished to teach her some other tricks...

"Raise, and Kneel before me."

 

[illianacole]

Eira did as Bjorn asked, suddenly afraid that she would be treated to the same thing as her former friend. It did not look enjoyable. If he tried he would suffer her teeth on a most sensitive part of himself.


(sorry it is not such a great post, but i wanted to move the story along.)

 

[LordLuck]

"There are many ways to please a man, Eira.", he inspired heavily as he sat straight in his carved throne. Nodding down both to Eira and towards his erection, he smiled to her.

"Touch it. Stroke it."

(no problem. I do wish to get it going as well.)

 

[illianacole]

Eira reached out and ran her small slender fingers along his Mounstrous organ. She could barely believe that Bjorn fit inside of her body. Timidly she wrapped her hand around him, watching his reactions with rapt interest. She could literally see the pleasure in his face as she slowly stroked his cock. The pleasure it gave her was not sexual, but still immense. to have such power over a man. She wondered what he would do if she began to fight him once more.

As that thought crossed her mind Eira worried about her sanity. Had she actually enjoyed him holding her down and invading her so harshly? No, she had not enjoyed the pain or the violation. But, as she mulled it over, she came to realize she had liked being at his mercy. Held down and made to recieve what she had caused in him.

 

[LordLuck]

The Jarl groaned as Eira's hand closed around his girth. When she started to stroke him with her small, slender finger, every touch sent a shiver of pleasure down Bjorn's spine. And he could see her interest, as she stared at his eyes, watching her effects over him.

Bjorn held Eira's hand over his own erection, clamping her tight around himself, and forced her up and down more roughly.

"B-Be more... energic, dear.", he mumbled.

As Eira stroke him down, another warped idea coloured the Jarl's mind. He started to caress her hair, his large hand patting her in a sweet caress. With a slow, kind voice, Bjorn asked her:

"Leant over it, Eira, my dear. And kiss it."

 

[illianacole]

Eira looked nervously from bjorn's face to his member, still held in her hand, and then to the crying girl still choking on his second's member. She gulped once and took another deep breath. Well this was the time for discovery. She only hoped it wasn't all that brutal.

Timidly she leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. Her eyes still watching him, she whispered against the sensitive flesh, "Like that, Viking?"

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn could hear the uncertainty in Eira's voice. He had to assure her before she would continue.

"Worry not, dear. I'll be gentle."

He wrapped her hair along his right hand. He stared down at Eira's glistening eyes, eager to please him once more.

"Suck it. Put it in your mouth, as much as you can."

 

[illianacole]

Eira bit her lower lip nervously, but after a few moments she did as he asked. Slowly she took him into her mouth as far back as she could. He tasted of salt and sweat and the tanginess that was their combined juices. It wasn't an altogether disagreeable flavor, though a little bitter on the tongue.

Timidly she began to swirl her tongue about him, testing the textures of him, enjoying the velvet feel.

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn petted Eira's long hair, caressing her shoulder as she started to take him inside.

He suddenly felt her swirling her tongue around his gland, the area sensitive enough to send a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

The Jarl audibly moaned in delight, the hand at her shoulder gripping her.

 

[illianacole]

Eira began to work her mouth up and down his shaft as she had seen the girl his second was playing with do. It was not so bad to do this for Bjorn, as long as she gave no thought to where he had been shoving this particular appendage.

Slowly she began to pick up her pace, growing more bold and curious by the minute. She could hear is moans of pleasure and was pleased with herself for not messing this up right out of the gate. She had no need to fight him any longer. She was his and vision had told her that was as it should be.

 

[LordLuck]

Suddenly, the Jarl had noticed that he was moaning aloud. He clenched his fist as another groan came from his throat, both hands now laying over Eira's head, caressing her fine features as she took her time to slowly blow him.

More moans and sobs came from behind the carved, wooden-throne. Bjorn disregarded them, but would Eira do so? He just wasted a moment thinking about it, before being brought back to his new lover as she had just rubbed her teeth against his sensitive skin.

He was growing restless. She was too slow... he had to feel more. He had to have more.

Bjorn, without speaking a thing, grabbed Eira by the ears, his huge hands almost enclosing her head under them, and forced her down into his groin, taking his member deep into her throat.