The Unholy Captor

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Slowly he pressed his manhood into that dark opening. She could not help the tears that slowly fell from her eyes to splash onto the rug beneath her, her tight anus eventually opening as he told her to relax. Ashamed at her tears and not wanting Eistir to see her weakness, she kept her head bowed.

Carefully the King entered her until at last she felt the heat of his body pressed against her bottom and knew that his entire length was in her. She gasped at the pain of that opening being stretched so wide and there was a feeling that she should make a trip to the Privy.

As the old King pulled slowly back, she shuddered but he did not completely exit before once again he pushed back in. Dúnlaith tried to accept this degradation, this will of God that she be no better that others. Each time that he would start to pull out the old King would only go so far before once again pushing back in. And each time he reinterred, he would push a bit harder and a bit faster, till soon it was if he were in her sex, the speed at which he went. Yet he remained gentle with her, for which she was indeed thankful.

It was a surprise when the flying came for she did not expect to ever feel pleasure with such an act. It was still a bit painful but she found that she was able to withstand that bit of pain for the pleasure at the end, giving a cry as the King gave a hard thrust deep within her. As he pulled out, she collapsed exhausted on the carpet, though the feeling of his seed there was a bit uncomfortable. Not painful, but uncomfortable.

She hoped that she had pleased him.

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Later when she was alone with Eistir, the woman taunted her.

“Well, whore, you are no better than any other woman here. You have even had a cock in that dark and forbidden place that you had treasured so much. Whore! And yet no child grows within your belly. I heard that Aralet will be sold when the winter leaves and her owner will go with Eric in search of a new woman to bear his child. Since you seem not fertile anymore, perhaps Einar will tire of you and just keep me. It could be that no child wishes such a whore for a mother.”

Eistir had not heard such but she taunted the woman anyway. She could tell that Dúnlaith felt something more for the Viking. And though she did not know if Aralet would be sold, it was still a delightful story. It pleased her that her words had worried the woman. She alone knew that Einar had the whore drink the bitter herb so she would not become with child, so that Dúnlaith would remain lithesome and supple for his purposes.

The dark-haired woman smiled and placed her hand on her swollen belly.

“Give me your hand. GIVE IT TO ME, or are you afraid?”

Dúnlaith held out her hand and Eistir took hold of her wrist, placing the copper-haired woman palm against where the baby grew. She could feel a thumping, small against her hand. The baby. A lump filled her throat at the loss of her own child.

“Feel the life that grows within me. You have not that life. You are only good to be fucked in your ass. Soon Einar will be able to suck milk from my teats. Yours are dry. I am a woman, and you are merely a plaything, something to amuse him while I help to grow this new land where we now live. Whore!”

Laughing, Eistir turned and left in search of the King and a good fucking. Dúnlaith collapsed to the floor and cried.

 

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Faster and faster the tempo at which Einar Njord fucked his little Redheaded Irish beauty, drove his cock ever deeper into her ravished and defiled chaste young body. His heavily laden sack slapped Dúnlaith’s pussy with each plunging thrust. Einar was pleased as the young chaste beauty screamed out her sinful ecstasy; her hips rocking back to now meet his demanding thrust. In the end Einar’s hand clamped down, held Dúnlaith in place, his cock buried deep in the butter depth of her ravished ass, as he came. The spent and exhausted beauty collapsed below him spent and basking in the afterglow of that forbidden and sinful act. She had cum for him, her anal orgasm shaking her young soul. This pleasure this ecstasy that had engulfed her must be a sign that she had done her god’s will. His eyes smiled down into Dúnlaith’s shimmering emerald green eyes, the back of his hand caressed her cheek as he breathed,

“You please me sweet little lamb!”

Einar leaned forward and brushed the young tawny copper haired beauty’s lips in a tender kiss.


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Eistir berated and humiliated the copper haired beauty and forced her to feel the life that grew in her, Eistir’s belly, Einar, listen and thought What a cruel little vixen my dark imp is. It was then that he overheard another conversation.

”He must have a limp dick………….or is queer……..”

Another voice answered the first.

”……….. she has been in his bed for several months now………………………Well it is not her she was with child until his witch put an end to it………”

Einar suddenly realized it was he and the young Irish Novice Dúnlaith that they were speaking of and in that moment he decided that before the end of the new moon that the little redheaded beauty would be with child.

 

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It had been her fear that now that the old King had pierced her dark hole that he would prefer to couple with her there instead of her sex. But instead, she was surprised.

First, she had come to expect the bitter tea that she drank every morning. Originally she had been told that the tea was to make her blood stronger. Yet, this morning, when the old woman did not bring the tea, the woman in her halting grasp of Gallic, told Dúnlaith that she was well now and did not need it.

The next change was that she was called to the King’s bedroom. She was apprehensive but knew that she had no say in the matter. It did surprise her that Eistir was nowhere to be seen.

What did also surprise her was that the old King seduced her. It was as one would a lover, at least that was her impression despite her limited experience and knowledge.

But she was relieved that he did not seem to be interested in having sex with her other than in the traditional way. That was fine with her. She would do her best to give the old King exactly what he wanted.

 

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Dúnlaith had sacrificed her pride and her naive sheltered concepts of right and wrong, what was forbidden and what was sinful to bend to her will to Lord and Master’s will, and to do the Will of her God. The sweet innocent redhead beauty now feared that Einar Njord would only wish to couple with her in this most sinful and forbidden manner. Yet instead he seemed to wish to lay with her as a man and a woman where meant to lie together. Perhaps it was part of her God’s plan to show this pagan King how a man and woman should couple. Dúnlaith was no longer given the bitter tea to drink each morning. Yet each time that Einar called his little Irish concubine to his bed that fear still lingered as to what he would demand of her.

Eniar Njord loved toying with the naive young beauty as he continued to seduce her gorgeous young body and innocent young mind. At the moment his desire was to have his bastard swelling the young beauty’s belly. It would prove to all that he was still virile and put an end to the scandalous mutterings of his servants. Any lad older than 10 was not allowed near Dúnlaith her company was that of woman only. OH he still from time to time required the girl to suckle his cock in her sweet warm mouth, but rarely required Dúnlaith to get on her hands and knees so that he could take his pleasure from her tight little ass. By the new moon Einar Njord had what he desired, his bustard seed had taken root in Dúnlaith’s fertile young womb and she was with child.

Dúnlaith was in her fifth month and all could see she by her swollen belly, that she would bear Einar Njord a child. I was in Dúnlaith fifth month that Eistir time had come and she went into labor. It was a long and hard labor, and her child was weak when it was born. The little girl lived only a few days before she died. With the death of her child Eistir’s hatred for Dúnlaith grew as the little redheads own time drew ever nearer.

 

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The old King seemed to be in much better spirits once she had submitted to him, and she found herself being treated almost like a Queen. Daily she found herself being called to his bed, and he seemed to have the stamina of the young warriors that she had witnessed during the taking of their convent. Each time that he would call her forth, she would find him with his manhood up and waiting for her. And things seemed more stable now that she and the King lay as the way that a man and a woman should couple. Occasionally he would have her use her mouth on his member, but those times were rare and she found that though she did not enjoy it, she accepted it.

Things did change during that time. Suddenly she was not allowed to wander the village alone. The old woman would always walk about the snowy village with her. She would glance at the other women as they worked about the place, their slowly expanding waist proclaiming their fertility to everyone. She worked to avoid the jealousy that threatened to grow with in her.

She also noticed that now, the men of the village avoided even being near her. But she was becoming used to being separated from others. Even Eistir avoided her, not either bothering her or torturing her.

After several weeks, she noticed that her flow had not occurred. She suspected that she may be carrying a child but she hesitated to say it was so. The old woman however had no qualms and it soon became common knowledge that once again, she was expecting a child - the King’s child. He seemed happy enough and her restrictions were lifted. Once again she could walk about the village alone. Once or twice she caught Eric staring at her though she thought that there was hatred in his gaze.

The other women, the novices and nuns that she had known all her life, were very happy for her. Those women, including Eistir, only had about four months before their children would arrive.

Through the winter, the women from Cairbre prepared for their blessed events. It was exciting and a bit scary.

Winter soon gave way to spring and though there was still snow on the ground, the air was not so bitter cold. Margreg was the first to go into labor, and after about half of a day she gave birth to a little boy. There was much cause for celebrating. Several days later, the next woman gave birth and then two women had their children.

Eia went into labor. The woman had always been a quiet, sweet person. And it was obvious to everyone that she was torn with the guilt of what had happened to her and what God had planned for the woman.

She had grown quite large and soon her time came. But her labor was hard and all the women were saddened when she appeared to give up. That day they had to bury both Eia and her baby, a little boy.

Then Eistir’s time came and Dúnlaith was needed to aid in the delivery. The poor woman also had a rough time and her pain was great and the baby was very weak. Eistir could not even get the tiny thing to suckle and the woman soon grew impatient. One of the other new mothers offered to suckle the baby but still it would not feed and after several days, it would not wake from its sleep.

With the death of her child, Eistir became harder to live with. Whereas the King seemed pleased that his child grew within Dúnlaith’s belly, Eistir’s heart became harder and darker though Dúnlaith tried to tell herself that it was the grief. She would frequently find the woman looking with hatred at Dúnlaith’s ever growing belly and she actually began to fear what the woman might do to her or her baby. And then she would feel that she she was not being a good Christian and would pray to God for his forgiveness and ask that he make her a better person.

Any time that she ran into Eric, he would barely speak to her, but instead would stare angrily at her growing belly as if to say, ‘you should be having my child now.’

Dúnlaith did her best to avoid Eistir. To keep from possibly losing the child, the King ceased all sexual contact with Dúnlaith though he did enjoy placing his hand upon her bare belly to feel his child kick back and would still have her sit in a chair and use her mouth on his member. But it was Eistir that warmed the King’s bed now and Dúnlaith was moved to the other room. The woman was happy coupling with the old man and frequently begged the man to give her a baby too. The woman got her wish and soon she proudly boasted to anyone that would listen that she too carried the King’s child.

One morning, while all was still dark, Dunlaith’s time had arrived. With a whooshing, her water broke and her time came. After a while, she lost track of the number of people in the room. All she was aware of was the pain that came in waves. Time became a haze of pain and hours blended one into another. Fatigue became part of the journey. And then the sudden rush and soon her baby was placed upon her stomach as the cord was cut. Looking down at her baby boy as he was cleaned and wrapped and placed in her arms, she was tired but happy. She had her baby, his skin red and wrinkly and a small thatch of red hair on his head. His lungs had been strong and loud as he had cried his entrance to the world, announcing to the village that the King had a son.

But she did not see Eistir who stood in the doorway, nor did she see the look of pure hatred that she cast upon Dúnlaith and the tiny baby nestled in her arms.

 

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Something dark happened to Eistir when she had lost her wee babe of a boy. She had withdrawn from life and brooded in the darker corners of Jarl Njord’s mead hall. The only time that Einar’s dark little Imp was seen was when he called her to his bed and then she would push him to use her in the darkest ways imaginable. Eistir seducing the Jarl to indulge his darkest passion knowing that soon, soon as Dúnlaith had her squalling brat that Einar Njord would want to indulge those dark passions on her sweet young body. Eistir was gleeful at the prospect of how nicely Dúnlaith’s creamy flawless ivory skin would mark to the sensual caress of leather and its stinging kiss.

When Dúnlaith time came she bore Jarl Einar Njord a fine healthy boy and Eistir was at Einar’s ear whispering to him and planting her dark seeds in his jealous mind. Oh it is a shame that Dúnlaith’s firm young breasts will sag as they fill with milk and her brat suckles on them…………… And that once taunt little belly of hers sags now……... Eistir dark words took root in Einar’s mind and he called for his wise woman to see what could be done to make sure that his little Irish novice remained as she was, a flawless beauty. He was told that a wet nurse to suckle Dúnlaith’s babe and a potion to dry up her milk would keep her breast firm as he desired and that a suave to anoint her abdomen and soon it would be as taunt as a young virgin’s. And so Dúnlaith’s wee babe was taken from her arms after a few days, the hapless little concubine was allowed to see him only twice a day, and she was forced to watch as a wet nurse fed her wee babe of a boy. After the time of her confinement Dúnlaith was once more called to the Jarl’s bed and he was pleased to see that her ravishing young body was taunt and firm as he desired.

 

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Dúnlaith was filled with joy at the birth of her baby. And it was very fulfilling when she held her son to her breast and the baby suckled. There was a tug deep inside her every time that the babe fed. She had wanted to name him Taran, which was what she had been told was her father’s name.

“Taran, you are my own.” She kissed his sweet forehead and sang lullabies to him.

For several days, her time was spent with Taran. She had mentioned that she wanted to name the baby that to the King, asking if that met with his approval. But he did not answer her. Instead, one morning as she nursed the babe, he came in the room with a big woman and took Taran out of her arms and gave him to the woman. She cried and begged but his heart was stone as the woman left with her babe. All night she cried. The old woman returned, and made her drink some strange liquid and then rubbed a cream on her stomach that was still a bit sore from the baby.

Yet still she grieved for Taran. Finally she was allowed to see her child twice a day though she was not allowed to nurse her own child. Instead she was forced to watch as the woman nurses him as if her was her own. She was only allowed to hold him for a few minutes, where she would sing to him and kiss him and whisper to him that he was hers and no one else’s. Her own Taran. Her baby.

Twice daily the old woman rubbed cream on her belly. Daily she drank the liquid that they made her drink. It was torturous for her being parted so cruelly from her babe. Eventually the milk dried from her breast. Eventually her belly became flat and firm, almost as if she had never had a child.

Meanwhile, Eistir’s belly began to swell as she carried the old King’s child.

“I shall give him a son stronger than your child. You were not fit to even care for your son. They had to get someone else to care for him. Your milk was not sweet enough. That’s is why you no longer have milk.”

And then, one day, the old King called her to his bed. She knew that still she had say no. He owned her and she had to do what he told her to do. He had taken her son away from her. He had her bare herself and she suspected that he would couple with her. Did he wish to give her another child?

 

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The Jarl’s wise woman, his witch, whispered in his ear and a wicked smiled bowed his lips. He then sent for Dúnlaith. He lay reclining on his bed as he watched the ravishing young redheaded beauty come to him. The young girl slipped her robes from her shoulders and gracefully sunk to her knees and assumed the position of display that Einar so enjoyed. Her breasts did seem as firm and uplifted as they had before Dúnlaith had borne him a bastard son, for though the gorgeous young Irish beauty was the Jarl’s favorite concubine Dúnlaith was not his wedded wife. Einar motioned the young girl to stand and beckoned her to come to him. He loved watching her move, the fluid sensual grace of each step she took, the seductive sway of her hips had him lusting even more to take her to use her to posses her in all ways possible be they forbidden or not.

It had been three month sense he had laid with young Dúnlaith and the Jarls was pleased to see that her Abdomen was flat, with just a hint of a little round that showed that she was indeed fertile, and yet with that seductive figure of a young childless maiden.

“Come to me on your hands and knees my girl!”

There was no disguising the lust in Einar’s voice, or the way he looked at his sweet little concubine. His eyes caressed every inch of her young body and finally settled on the firm rounded curve of her tight little ass. As she settled on his bed Einar caressed that firm rounded ass and breathed in Dúnlaith ear.

“Tonight I shall enjoy your dark treasure girl.”


Eistir heard the screams of pain as he took Dúnlaith in that most forbidden of ways but her wicked smile soon faded as he heard the girl’s cries of pain soon become sweet little mewing and then screams of forbidden pleasure as she came again and again as Einar took her. The dark Imp knew that she would never be the Jarl’s favorite as long as Dúnlaith was his concubine. Not only would she have to rid herself of redheaded rival Dúnlaith but of her squalling brat as well. For as long as that little bastard was there to remind Einar of Dúnlaith she would always be second best.

It would be simple if Eistir could simply poison the girl and her brat but that was too dangerous for Einar’s wrath might well lash out at her in unforeseen ways so there must be another way for her to rid herself of Dúnlaith and the brat. It was then that Eistir decided to use Eric Far Sight as a pawn in her game. Time to plant a seed that she hoped would bear fruit. She would use Lars one eye to plant that seed. Einar Njord took Dúnlaith from Eric, why should he not take Dúnlaith and her squalling brat, Einar’s bastard son. What sweet revenge that would be.
And so Eistir spent a week in Lar’s bed as Einar amused himself with Dúnlaith’s gorgeous supple young body. Eistir knew that the girl would bend to the Jarls will, the little naive fool believing it was the will of her God.

 

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After she had assumed the position that the old King seemed to prefer her in, Dúnlaith awaited his desire. She had hoped that if she should please him, he would let her have Taran. It made her so sad when he had ordered that her son be taken from her or even be allowed to nurse him past the first couple of days after his birth. Instead, she was forced to watch a stranger nurse her own son. Twice a day, she was limited as to exactly how long and what she could do with Taran. She did try to remind the baby that she was his mother, but it pained her heart whenever Taran was hungry, or afraid or wanted comforting, that instead he would turn to the stranger that was allowed to nurse him. The woman was cold to her, refusing to even try to speak to Dúnlaith and she had a Viking name that she called the babe. Dúnlaith refused to call him anything but the name that she had given him. Taran. Taran. Taran!

Meanwhile, Dúnlaith cast her eyes downward, missing the way that the old King watched her every move. For if she had seen it, it might have filled her with fear. For three months she had been absent from his bed, which pleased her. However she had no say in such matters and so she knelt naked before him, awaiting his desires.

Come to me on your hands and knees my girl!

She felt a chill fill her heart. She had hoped that the King had been changed, that he would not desire these dark things. But without seeing him, she could hear the wickedness in his voice. Yet she did as he ordered, crawling towards him on the bed. He stopped her to get off the bed and walk behind her, his hand trailing down her backbone until it reached the round cheeks of her ass. She held her breath as his hands seemed to pet her cheeks, before leaning over her back. She closed her eyes as his words whispered in her ear.

Tonight I shall enjoy your dark treasure girl.

There was no preparation of her body like last time. His fingers parted her cheeks as he thrust his manhood into her anus. The screams tore from her lips and it felt as if this had never been done to her before. Again and again he thrust into her, her cries of pain seemed to delight him more than her cries of pleasure.

It was difficult to relax, the pain was so intense. Yet as time passed, her body seemed to try to accept what was happening. As if no longer able to fight it, she tried to embrace it. She did not like it but there was nothing that she could do about it. Perhaps it would be just this once before he would give her another child?

She was not happy yet her body accepted it and soon she screamed pleasure for the old King for after all, this must be God’s will.

For 7 days, the old King would not let her leave, not even to see her son. She was reminded over and over again that she belonged to the old King, that she had no choice in this. Over and over he would use her, making her scream in pain, making her scream in pleasure. She saw no one other than the king or the old lady that would once again bring them food, or feed her the bitter tea. Sometimes the old King would not cease in his use of her as the old woman would enter. Yet, Eistir stayed away and she saw no sign of the woman. She saw no sign of anyone save the old King and the Old woman. Dúnlaith was forced to submit to the will of the King.

 

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Einar Njord kept his little redheaded Irish beauty by his side and in his bed for the next seven days enjoying her firm fit young body, it was if the girl had never born a child. Yet Einar could see how she pined for her wee babe. That longing of Dúnlaith to see her Taran sparked in Einar’s mind a cruel little game of seduction of not only Dúnlaith ravishing young body but of her truly innocent mind and will as well. He knew that the girl give herself to him because, as his dark Imp had told him, she believed it was the will of her God. True she would deny him nothing when it came to the use of that gorgeous supple body of hers but he wanted more from her. Einar was already the Master of the girl’s traitorous young body and could rip from her the most unimagined pleasure that would sear her young soul.

The seduction of Dúnlaith’s young innocent mind was slow game one that Einar patiently played as the results would be so evilly delicious. It started in little ways, if Dúnlaith tried particular hard to sexually please him she would get a little more time with her Taran. Oh it was not obvious but slowly steadily the more willingly his little redheaded concubine gave herself to him, more readily she lost herself in the immoral and sinful acts that he enjoyed so, the more time Dúnlaith had to hold and cuddle her wee Taran. One day when Dúnlaith had been very pleasing to him in, what was now Their bed Einar even took Taran into his arms and cuddled him as well.

Eistir watched Einar’s little game of seduction and she smiled wickedly for the closer that Dúnlaith became to the Jarl the more that she surrendered to him until she was truly his adoring little concubine the sweeter her own revenge would be. It now became important to keep Erick from acting to quickly so Eistir used the one weapon that she had, her stunning young body and her wiliness to please men not matter how sinful their demands were of her. She granted her sexual favors to Erick’s closest friends and she planted the seeds in their mind that the time was not right to strike, that preparations must be made if success was to be theirs.

If all went well Eistir would have her revenge on Dúnlaith, and she would replace her in Einar Njord’s bed.

 

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There was no question but that she would do anything for Taran. With his red hair and bright blue eyes, he appeared to be a happy baby. Dúnlaith knew that his eyes would eventually turn green to match her and would be obvious to anyone that he was her baby. And to her, the day was brighter and just a bit better when she held him in her arms and pressed her nose in his soft hair and kissed his soft cheek.

At first, when she returned to the old King’s bed, she was not allowed to leave for seven days. Seven days of not seeing her Taran. Seven days of every sexual perversion that the King could demand of her. Yet she denied him nothing. Still he would not let her leave his bed. Not even Eistir did she see, only the old woman that would bring their food, and remove their bodily wastes. She knew not the woman’s name, nor her station here. The King spoke to her in their own tongue and with angry eyes, she watched Dúnlaith and the King couple.

Anything that the King asked of her, she willingly gave and willingly did. This was the King with power over life and death, and she denied him nothing. Eventually, he must have taken pity upon her for once again little Taran was brought to her.

Yet she felt that God must have put her here for a purpose. Perhaps not the purpose that she wanted, but a purpose nevertheless. And then one day, she felt that perhaps the old King was being touched by God. As Taran was brought in to the bedroom, the King took his son and held him in his arms, laughing and hugging the baby. And Taran giggled and placed his hands on his father’s face.

Maybe this was what she was here for, to touch the old King’s heart.

 

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Eistir smiled wickedly. The dark little Imp never realized how much fun it could be not only to manipulate Lars and Eric but Jarl Njord as well. A little whisper in Lars’ ear a seed planted for Erick to bide his time, to let Einar truly bond with Dúnlaith squalling brat. A little whisper in Njord’s ear what fun it would be to seduce his little Irish concubine body and soul until she looked up at him adoringly with those stunning green eyes of hers and the key to her complete seduction would be his fained affection for the child. Oh what sweet revenge Eistir cackled to herself, oh what delicious revenge!

Eniar Njord began paying more attention to Taran. The boy was now dressed in swaddling clothes fit for a prince. When Dúnlaith had been particularly submissive and pleasing he would call to his wise woman his witch to bring the babe to their bed so the freshly fucked redheaded beauty could cuddle with her son, He would hold the babe on outstretched arms bouncing him up and down and little Taran would giggle and coo in delight. Einar began to present the picture of a father enjoying the company of his son; at the same time he was subtly demanding that Dúnlaith become a more giving and active partner in their perverse sexual life. It slowly became clear that he would not accept half measure form his ravishing young concubine. Dúnlaith must have realized that if she did not leave her old life finally behind her, did not in fact become Njord’s willing and loving concubine that she might anger him and then what would her sweet Taran’s fate be. He was her son her wee babe, her everything.

So Dúnlaith faced a choice, leave her convent, Eric, and her god behind and give herself body and soul to her Lord and Master for the sake of her sweet wee Taran.

 

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There came a time when the old King made it clear that he would allow no half measures. For the sake of Taran, she would have to relinquish her God. Cut off from Margreg and all the other nuns and novices, she had no one to talk to. No one to advise her. Not even Eistir was there to ask. Instead, the old King made it clear that there would no longer be her God. For the sake of Taran, then she was expected to accept that she was the King’s concubine, his sex slave that loved him unconditionally for the sake of her baby. Whatever he decreed of her, all was for Taran. However he wished to use her, it was all for Taran.

And so she accepted it. Watching the old King play with his son, she gave up her God to protect her son. She belonged to the king and accepted whatever sexual perversion he asked of her. She was his to use as he wished. To play with as he desired. She turned her back on her God and gave the father of her son her love. For the sake of her Taran.

 

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Eistir black heart soared as she saw Dúnlaith slowly but surely serum to Einar Njord wicked little game of seduction. Gleeful watched as the young redheaded beauty turn her back on everything she had believed in for the sake of her child, and then slowly, hesitantly in the end she gave her love and all that she was to Einar. There was nothing that Einar could demand of her that Dúnlaith would not lovingly do for him no matter how perverted the act might be. She would lovingly suckle his cock and lick his balls if he desired it of her. Willingly fall to her hands and knees and actively give herself to him as he took her firm little ass his balls slapping her pussy as he pounded into her, or ride astride of him as he smiled up in to her angelic face as he fucked her and mauled her firm young breasts. Einar also seemed to be showing a real and loving interest in wee Taran as well.

One day when Einar called for his adoring little redheaded concubine he commanded her to take the position of display. It had been awhile sense he had sense he had Dúnlaith kneel before him her hand as clasped at the nape of her neck, her firm little ass resting on her heels and her knees spread until her delicate pussy blossomed for his delight. He circled his sweet loving concubine as she knelt there the tips of his fingers teasing her breasts and nipples, gliding over her shoulders.

“You are a gorgeous creature my sweet and you please me well!”

The was a strange dark note in Einar’s voice, a note of lust, and of dark desire that Dúnlaith had not head sense he had taken the last vestige of her virginity.

“Please yourself with your fingers my sweet until you cum for me.”

Einar was commanding Dúnlaith to masturbate for his pleasure and yet there was a darker look in his eyes one that the young redhead had never seen before. In the past Dúnlaith may have pleaded with him to spare her , that the act was sinful and forbidden, but now how could she , after all that had passed between them deny her son’s father and her love. Little could the naive beauty know that he would soon demand even a more sinful act from her.

 

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Dúnlaith had turned her back on all that she had known. It had hurt her heart, but for the sake of little Taran, she had been forced to embrace all that the old King had demanded of her. She was not his wife but merely the concubine that shared his bed, given him a son, and gave him her body and soul and her love. She no longer saw Eistir and for all she knew, the woman had returned to the bed of the man with the watery eye. In fact, the only people that she ever saw was the King and Taran. And of course, the old lady that seemed to always be there. Feeding them and caring for them. And the woman that had nursed her Taran, and that now cared for him. Her own sweet Taran. Already his blue eyes were not quite so blue.

But as to the rest of the settlement, she knew not what had happened to Margreg and the other nuns and novices. She knew not if Aralet had been sold or kept, or how the other babies had fared their first year of life. She was kept apart from the settlement.

It has been some time since the King commanded that she assume the position that he seemed to enjoy. As he walked around her, his fingers running over various portions of her body, she felt a shiver run up her spine at his words.

You are a gorgeous creature my sweet and you please me well!

She held her breath and waited, afraid of what would next pass through his lips for she recognized his tone. It was one that usually meant that she should fear what words he may utter next.

Please yourself with your fingers my sweet until you cum for me.

She knew that she could not plead with him to not ask that of her. The old her would have known that it was a sin. And perhaps deep down inside she thought that. Yet, for Taran’s sake, she had to turn her back on such and do as he commanded.

Please yourself with your fingers my sweet until you cum for me.

With hesitant fingers she placed them to her sex and felt the slickness already beginning. Oh, yes, the body may be willing. She rubbed slowly and methodically in an attempt to imitate what the old King did. Having never done this before, she was unsure of herself.

Soon she found her fingers going faster and faster, pushing such words out if her head. IT IS FORBIDDEN. IT IS A SIN. It is WRONG. It is forbidden. Until eventually she heard not those words but only heard her panting and felt the fast beating of her heart, the cries as she came for him.

 

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The Jarl of Sjonafjoror loved the innocent little blush that kissed Dúnlaith cheeks as he told her to pleasure herself with her delicate fingers. That sweet innocent blush that always seemed to kiss her cheeks and turn them the most adorable shade of pink as if she were still a virgin, and it was her first time always pleased and excited him not only physical but mentally as well. That shy little blush of Dúnlaith’s spurred him on to push the girl’s boundaries of what she would willingly do to please him ever further.

The kneeling young beauty’s crimson blush deepened to scarlet at her delicate fingers first hesitant brush of her soft coral pink folds. Einar Njord could see that those sweet folds were already glistening with Dúnlaith growing arousal. It was if just the idea of performing this sinful and forbidden act was exciting her. She rubbed her throbbing little clit slowly and methodically as Einar had done so often. Her delicate fingers moved faster and faster, Dúnlaith was panting and gasping for breath as she drove herself ever closer to that dark abyss and the pleasure it promised. Dúnlaith’s back arched her lips “O”ed as she screamed out her ecstasy then slumped forward her forehead resting on the floor her fingers still buried in her maidenly folds.

“Again my sweet!”

Einar was commanding Dúnlaith to pleasure herself again with her fingers. He knew she would obey his command for this slip of an Irish girl had turned her back on everything, taken him as her lover, all for the sake of Taran. Dúnlaith did as her Lord and Master; her lover commanded he drew a silken cord from around his waist. As he sensual dragged the cord over the kneeling girl’s bear shoulders it caressed her soft velvet skin, tumbled down over her heaving breasts, and clung to her peaked and puckered nipple before cascading down the sensual curves of Dúnlaith torso to caress her inner thigh.

“Faster my sweet!”

And as if to punctuate his command Einar flicked his wrist, and that silken cord seductively wrapped around Dúnlaith gorgeous young body, its fiery kiss lapping at the girl’s breasts and nipples.

“Fuck your tight little pussy with your fingers my loving little concubine for it would please me.”

 

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As she felt her soul seem to take flight, there was a thick substance that coated her fingers still buried within her sex. Collapsing until she rested her forehead on the soft rug within the King’s bedroom, she panted feeling her body covered in goosebumps.

Again my sweet!

Taking a deep breath, she straightened back up and once again did as he has commanded. This time, her finger, still slick with her own spendings, slid easier around her sex. She felt something brushing against her body. Soft and almost like a feather it traveled, tumbling across one nipple and finally resting against her inner thigh. Her skin seemed extremely sensitive even to this soft sash and she shivered as it gently whispered against her skin.

Faster my sweet!

Suddenly there was a sting down her breast and nipple and fire where that silk belt ended at her inner thigh. She gave a gasp, a little cry of pain, only to be interrupted by the king who pressed her onward.

Fuck your tight little pussy with your fingers my loving little concubine for it would please me.

As if to press his point, once again the sash jerked, snapping against her sensitive skin. She gasped, her back arching as if accepting the punishment. To please the King. Her fingers flew within her sex, slipping and sliding and rubbing that special place that the Old King had taught her about. Over and over until once again she had flown, collapsing on the rug, her spendings truly coating her hand and between her thighs was sticky. Her skin seemed to tingle where the sash had touched it.

 

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As if to press his point, once again the sash jerked, snapping against her sensitive skin. She gasped, her back arching as if accepting the punishment in her adoring efforts to please the King, to please the man she had taken as her lover. Dúnlaith fingers flew within her sweet little pussy, slipping and sliding over her throbbing clit, and rubbing that special place that the Old King had taught her about. Over and over until once again she had flown, her back arching, every muscle in her gorgeous young body tight as she screamed her ecstasy. Collapsing on the rug, Dúnlaith sweet dew nectar truly coating her hand and glistening on the soft creamy ivory skin between her thighs. Each little gasp, sensual sigh, and seductive moan that bubbled from the little Irish beauty’s full ripe lips pleased Einar. Her skin seemed to blush where the sash had touched it and was accompanied by a breathy gasp.

Dúnlaith had masturbated for him, defiled and humiliated herself for her Lord and Master and now lover. She had become a devoted and perhaps an adoring little concubine for Einar. With each day Taran was growing closer and closer to Einar. He now reached out his little arms to Njord and Einar knew that the child was the key to his mother’s willing submission to whatever he demanded of her. Einar shook himself from his thoughts and his eyes drifted over the naked beauty that lay before him trying to catch her breath. Her tawny copper hair was in wild disarray and formed a fiery halo around her angelic face. Her nipples were still hard, still engorged with her passion and arousal, and her ravishing young body shimmered in a fine sheen of sweat.

SWOOOH……….Crack

The silken sash licked at Dúnlaith’s breasts and nipples. SWOOOH……….CrackThe silken cord danced across Dúnlaith’s quivering abdomen, SWOOOH……….Crack and licked at the gorgeous young beauty’s pussy and velvet thighs. Einar Njord idly wondered if his young innocent concubine would come to the sensual caress, and the seductive stinging kiss of the silken cord.

 

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She understood not the reason for the whippings. She was, after all, merely the concubine of the king. She was not worthy enough to be his wife, though she had bore him a son. The King seemed to love his son and Taran seemed to love his father, his fat hands reaching for his father. The child’s laughter would fill the house and he would clap his hands at anything that his father would do. Anything for her son.

She lay there panting, her nipples tight and hard and aching, her body laid open to her lover. She heard the crack before she felt the pain as the silk flicked across her breasts and nipples. She gave a cry out as the warm pain filled her mind. The warmth spread out from her and her back arched as yet again she heard the crack before she felt the fire across her belly. Had she does something to displease him? If so, she could not imagine what it was. If he would just tell her then she would not do it again.

She could not help the cry that she gave as once again she felt the sting across her sex and her thighs. Never before had something like this happened to her. She could not understand why such a thing should hurt yet excite her. Her body writhed before the old King, and her actions seemed to please him and she did wish to please him.

Yet, her body burned from where he had whipped her. Not badly, but more of a sting.

“I am sorry that I have displeased you, my Lord and Master.”

 

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With each lash of that silken cord the intoxicating musky scent of the young girl’s growing arousal filled Einar’s nostrils. That delicious young body bucked and thrashed under the seductive sting kiss of that silken cord.

“I am sorry that I have displeased you, my Lord and Master.”

Dúnlaith’s voice was a breathy passion choked whisper, her soft emerald green eyes were smoldering and Einar Njord knew his innocent young concubine was very close to cuming from the seductive stinging caress of that silken cord.

SWOOOH……….Crack

Again that sharp stinging kiss to Dúnlaith’s pussy. It was then that Einar decided to see just how many orgasms he could rip from his young Irish Concubine and lover from the lash alone.

“You have not displeased me Dúnlaith………….The more you cum for me…………..the more I am pleased with you sweet child.”

His voice was dark and rich, a voice that carried his will to the young beauty, wrapped around her senses as he whispered a simple command.

“Come for me Dúnlaith’s!”

And again the SWOOOH……….Crack of that silken cord as this time it licked at the girl’s breasts and nipples.

Eniar wondered just how far Dúnlaith would willingly go to please her Lord and Master. How far would the naïve beauty go to please her harsh lover and the father of her child……sweet Taran.

 

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At first he did not answer but instead continued his whipping of her. And though it did not seem that he was whipping her hard, still she felt the burn on her sex, across her nipples, across her breasts, across various parts of her body. She could not understand how her body seemed to actually like what the King was doing to her.

You have not displeased me Dúnlaith………….The more you cum for me…………..the more I am pleased with you sweet child.

Her lips formed a soft “Oh” as she writhed before him. A frown crossing her face as she tried to make sense of his words.

Come for me Dúnlaith’s!

She tried to understand his words. He wanted her to come? He wanted her. Come? Come?

SWOOOH……….Crack

She felt herself starting to soar, her body twitching as she screamed. It was to please her lover, after all. Her back arched, with nipples pointed to the heavens.

 

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“You have not displeased me Dúnlaith………….The more you cum for me…………..the more I am pleased with you sweet child.”

Dúnlaith’s full ripe lips formed a soft “O” as her gorgeous young body writhed so seductively before him with each caress and stinging fiery kiss of Einar’s silken cord. A frown crossing the young Irish girl’s angelic face as she tried to make sense of his words, but it was not only her master and lover’s words that confused the defiled little novice but what her ravishing young body was feeling.

“Come for me Dúnlaith!”

SWOOOH……….Crack

The young beauty’s back arched, the intoxicating musky scent of Dúnlaith’s growing arousal delighted Njord. The way her soft smoldering emerald green eyes rolled back and as those stunning green eyes fluttered close, told him that his little lamb felt herself starting to soar, her supple young body twitching as she screamed. When Dúnlaith climaxed Einar knew that she was telling herself, in the silence of her mind,It was to please her lover, after all she was a good pious girl. As his silken cord danced across Dúnlaith’s delicate pussy, her back arched, her taunt, throbbing nipples pointed to the heavens. Oh not the heaven of her life in the convent, of physical and sexual denial but a pagan haven of heathenism and sexual pleasure.

As Einar Njord watched his sweet little Irish concubine gorgeous young body buck and thrash engulfed in the throes of her cascading orgasms he wondered just how far Dúnlaith would go in search of ever darker passions as her innocent young mind rationalized that it was only for sweet Taran and his father, the man she had now taken not only as her Master but as her lover as well. Again and again Einar let Dúnlaith taste and savor the excusive pain and pleasure that his silken cord brought her as its sensual caressed and seductive fiery kiss explored every inch of the girl’s supple young body from her breasts and nipples, to her delicate pussy, thighs and calves. He smiled as he saw the panting screaming young beauty’s pussy blossom, glistening with her own dewy nectar as she came for him again.

Einar Njord could see his little lamb was nearly spent when he leaned close, his lips brushed young Dúnlaith’s, now parched lips, and whispered a single word,

“More.”

The haunting question played at the edges of the young exhausted girl’s mind, a seductive temptation to beg for what her body now seemed to crave the fiery of that silken cord. Einar looped the cord around and drew the girl up on to her knees and again asked that haunting question.

“More Dúnlaith?”

 

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Time and again she came while the silken cord whipped her, falling across her sex, her nipples, her body, over and over and over and she continued to come. Yet still he pressed her again and again until she feared that she would pass out. Her body gleamed in the waning light, the sweat making a fine sheen on her skin as she twitched her way down from the high that he had pushed her up. From such a height, she should have been able to see heaven had she not fallen from her life of purity.

Over and over she did as her lover asked if her. Over and over until the pain became mixed up in her mind. The silken lash whipped her body until it glowed bright red. Merely to touch her skin with her fingers was like a fire that burned harsh and bright.

Exhaustion finally took hold of her as she came again and she lay before her lover, panting. She could feel the cream of her desire as it oozed from her sex, running down the cleft towards that dark opening before puddling in the floor between her legs. Her breast stung, the nipples hard.

Yet he leaned over her, giving her the briefest of kisses before whispering against her mouth.

More.

That word blurred her senses, sent her heart pounding. He looped that silken cord around her and drew her up, kneeling before her Lord and Master. Sweat covered her body and she longed for rest yet his voice called to her.

More Dúnlaith?

In a small voice she looked at the old King, her lover, father of Taran, her child. If that was what he wanted then she would give it to him.

“If that is what you wish, my Lord and Master, then more. I want only to please you.”

 

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Einar Njord was pleased as his little Irish concubine came over and over again as he lashed her gorgeous young body whit that silken cored. The way that Dúnlaith arched her supple young body as if offering herself up for his pleasure, ash he lashed her breasts, nipples and her delicate young pussy, and the more and the harder he lashed his sweet green eyed concubine the stronger the musky scent of her arousal grew until she collapsed exhausted in the afterglow of her latest orgasm.

The way that Dúnlaith offered herself and her body up to her Lord and Master, to her lover had awaken something dark in Einar as he gasped, “More?” As the nearly spent young redheaded beauty gasped trying to catch her breath so she could answer her Lord he had looped that silken cord around her slender neck and drew her up to kneel before him. More Dúnlaith?

She raised her smoldering emerald greens eyes and sought his cold brooding eyes. Einar was her lover, father of Taran, her child. If that was what he wanted then she would give it to him or at least that is what the aroused young beauty told herself, whether she believed it was only for him in her heart of hearts was quite and other matter. In a small voice Dúnlaith whispered, “If that is what you wish, my Lord and Master, then more. I want only to please you.” Einar saw how his little green eyed concubine had fully embraced the sensual caress of the silken lash and its seductive fiery kiss as it licked and explored every inch of the young girl’s supple body from her breasts to her soft velvet thighs.” The you shall have more my sweet lamb.” He breathed as he drew Dúnlaith fully up by the cord looped around her neck to stand before him in all her naked glory.

He led Dúnlaith by the silken cord looped around her slender neck to the high table of his mead hall. The sound of breaking crockery filled Dúnlaith’s senses as his arm swept the table clean. Eniar’s hands were around the young concubine’s waist, he lifted her to the table and commanded her to recline. Soon he had the girl blindfolded, her hands bound above her head, her legs spread wide and bound. Robbed or her sight Einar Njord knew all of her other senses would be heightened. Slowly he pulled on a pair of rough leather gloves.

Dúnlaith lay in a dark world bound and helpless completely at her Lord and Master’s mercy. Einar knew that each little sound would seemed louder, more threatening. Each little caress of a breeze across her feverish and aroused skin more sensual, more seductive and in this Heightened state that her young mind, imagination, fear and darkest longings would that flight. His gloved hand cupped Dúnlaith’s breast, the coarse material grated across the girls peaked taunt nipple.

 

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The you shall have more my sweet lamb.

The cool silken cord that he had around her neck was what he used to lift her to a standing position. She stood before him wearing only the silk cord around her neck, her copper hair a halo around her head. There was a glint in his eyes that she had never seen before. She was led to the center of the mead hall, her heart pounding in her ears.

The sound of crockery crashing on the floor stirred her confusion and she looked to find her lover pushing everything off the table, littering the floor with the broken bits. The old King wrapped his hands around her waist to lift her on the large wooden table. He quickly had her stretched out taking her sight from her with a blindfold, tying her hand above her head. Her feet were stretched wide apart and bound so that her body. She felt totally bared before him - nothing hidden from him. And as he had taken her in every way that she could imagine, she felt apprehension fill her.

She should trust the old King, yet she was not sure that she did. It would be different if this was someone that she had fallen in love with. But somehow, always in the back of her mind was the fact that he owned her. She was not here of her own free will. She was merely a possession. She was here, same as the other women from her village, because she was taken and then taken again. And now, she was to have God knows what done to her. But she would accept it because it was expected of her.

With her sight taken from her, she knew not what would happen next. Were those footsteps? Did she hear whispers? Or was that the wind? Maybe a sigh? There was a rustling sound before something rough tried to caress her breast, her nipple. Her skin felt sensitive and she gasped as whatever it was that roughed up her skin.

Her body felt as if it was tightly being plucked and she waited for what would come next.