"The Vikings of Orkneyjar" (closed)

[KingOfNowhere]

"The Vikings of Orkneyjar"

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Magnus's gaze passed over the burning city -- his burning city -- and over the bodies of the dead and dying littering it. Most of the casualties were his own warriors, shieldmaidens, and regular folk who had taken up makeshift arms in support of their Earl.

Some of the dead were of the invading force, the army of King Rolf the Resolute...

Magnus's older brother.

Magnus had always been loyal to his older brother, serving in whatever capacity was asked of him. He had fought along side the six years older Rolf to expand the latter's territory to include 8 major cities in southwestern Norway. When Rolf made him Earl of Langt vann -- Long Water, named for the 11 mile long fjord that connected the town to the sea -- Magnus pledged his town's wealth, warriors, and longboats to his older sibling's quest to conquer and unify all of Norway under one crown.

But when the Rolf's hunger for anything and everything Norwegian came to include Magnus's betrothed, the younger of the brothers refused the elder of them for the very first time in his life. Rolf threatened to take both his brother's town and his woman by force, regardless of their familial past.

Magnus stood his ground, not that that did him any good. Rolf's forces had arrived six days later by land and sea both, and 12 hours later Langt vann was ablaze with most of its warriors and shieldmaidens dead or dying. Magnus looked to Ericsson, his Second, and told him softly, "Tell my brother I agree to his terms."



The next morning, Magnus watched from the shore as his largest surviving longboat was loaded. Ericsson, 12 warriors, 4 shieldmaidens, and 18 other men, women, and children packed the craft with as much food, water, weapons, tools, other supplies, and livestock as the vessel would hold. To be honest, Magnus feared that the boat would flounder and sink in the first rough seas it met.

But the boat and its contents was all Earl Magnus retained after surrendering to his brother the night before. Rolf had given his younger sibling until high sun to leave Norway. The King had ever right to simply execute Magnus and his fighters yet had instead decided to exile them.

As the oarsmen headed the longboat away from the beach and out into the long fjord, Magnus refused to look back to the shore. He knew what he would see there: his brother and Olga, the woman with whom Magnus had hoped to have many sons but with whom Rolf would now have that pleasure.



It was nearly two hours later when the overloaded vessel reached the open ocean. Ericsson asked, "Have you made a decision, Earl Magnus?"

"Orkneyjar," Magnus said softly after glancing about and seeing his people looking at him inquisitively. He hadn't yet told them where they were going, only that that they were leaving. They'd been given the opportunity to remain in Langt vann under his brother's rule, but these 35 people had decided to take their chance with their Earl. He said with more authority, "We will go to the Orkney Islands. There is good land there, and friendly people. We will start fresh there and thrive."

Only part of Magnus's vow was spoken in full honesty. Yes, there was good land there, though not as good as farther south in Denmark. Vikings had reached England just a handful of years earlier as well, and they had found far better land there. But that information was still only rumor to Magnus and his kin.

And as far as friends went, there had been 3 Norwegian settlements established in the Orkneys, but unknown to Magnus not a one of them still existed. One had been destroyed by forces from the south, another had been devastated by disease and starvation, and the last had simply been abandoned by its Viking inhabitants who had instead sailed farther southwest to the shores of Ireland.

No, Magnus and his people would be arriving in Orkneyjar to a very unfriendly situation. Thankfully, his fighters would be more than capable of dealing with anyone not interested in becoming friends.

 

[sexygurrl]

Fiammetta- Fia, since her capture six years ago at 14- looked up at Magnus as he spoke and then looked around her at the huddled people. She'd been told by other thralls when she first arrived at Langt vann that the Vikings were the people who you wanted to be a slave to.

It still wouldn't be an easy life, but if you were smart, quiet, and lucky you might actually rise up through the ranks and be a household, or even a personal, thrall. Or better yet, you might be able to become a freedman by buying your own freedom.

She had not been wealthy, ever, but she'd still had a good, somewhat privileged life tucked away in her past. She was traveling with her family for work. Her father's master had recently passed away and the son had decided he wouldn't hang on to his late father's successful, established merchant business. So her father had taken up his small family and trudged down south from Napoli into African and later Arabic lands.

Fia looked beyond her soft leather shoes at the wood of the longboat as she remembered the day she'd been caught… Or was it sold?

It was a bit of a blur, something her brain had tried to encase away. She remembered the tall blond man who had claimed her as his thrall, who told her he'd found her olive skin exotic, as he placed the necklace signifying her new status. She shivered as he called her long, curly dark hair beautiful, even as he cut it short to signify her new role in life. She remembered as he cut away the last strand he'd accidentally sliced into her soft and tender right cheek as a wracking cough ran through his body and he spat blood.

He hadn't said sorry or apologized in any way. He had only pressed his hand onto his side and smiled, "Good, this way no one will want you but me."
Two days later, he lied at the back of the longboat wheezing in pain. He was dying slowly, agonizingly, of a punctured lung.

When they arrived, he was blue from lack of oxygen. She was put to work in a plain shift dress and an older woman took her under her wing and taught her the ropes of the farm work and rules of the village for the thralls.

She'd been sold away to someone else shortly after her first master had died.
Fia constantly kept her head down and had somehow managed to keep all men at bay, her baggy plain shift dress hiding any curves that might call their attention.

Fia was a hard worker, observant and smart. When Rolf's men came, she did something none of the other slaves did. She took the sword and shield of a fallen soldier and took up arms against Rolf and his men. She was not the best, but she'd seen how the Vikings practiced. She was not as agile, but she played to her strengths. Six years of hard farm work and lean diet made her strong in ways battle couldn't have.

She looked at the sword still in her right hand- no one had bothered taken it from her yet- her other hand went to the necklace and she fingered the small disk. She looked at the back of Magnus's head and her grip on the sword tightened as the thought of freedom pounded in her ears. She had no silver ingots, but fighting should be worth something. Determined, once they landed and began to make their home, she would ask for the frelsis-öl. She would ask to be a freedman.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

The entrance to the fjord that reached inland to Langt vann disappeared beyond the headlands as the longboat headed southward, now under the power of the wind. It was almost two hours after that -- their sixth hour since departing his surrendered earldom -- that Magnus took note of the woman sitting hear the rear of the vessel. He slapped Ericsson on the arm to gain his attention, then nodded his head toward the young beauty.

"Mia," the ominous looking Viking incorrectly informed him. "No … Fia. She belongs to Waaren."

"The goat herder," Magnus responded, identifying Waaren's main source of income after pillage and plunder. It was more a statement than a question, yet Ericsson nodded acknowledgment anyway. "She's a thrall."

Ericsson nodded before returning to chatting with one of the shieldmaidens -- after last night's battle -- was now unclaimed. Magnus's inquiries continued. "Why does she have a sword?"

The bigger and meaner looking Viking -- becoming increasingly annoyed at the interruptions -- looked to Fia for a moment, then answered, "Maybe she's going to kill you because you because you're keeping her from talking a beautiful shieldmaiden from reaching her hand down into her bikses. Oh, wait … no … that would be me who's being--"

"Bring her to me," Magnus interrupted. When Ericsson only stared at his Earl, gesturing to the woman he was eager to have jerk his cock, Magnus laughed and demanded, "Bring the girl to me."

Ericsson shook his head in disbelief, kissed the female warrior on the cheek, promised his return to their display of affection, then began the difficult transit from the bow of the overly crowded boat toward the stern. When he reached Fia, he snatched the sword from her hands, then grasped one of those now-empty hands and with great strength lifted her to her feet.

It took some doing, but Ericsson managed to get the thrall to the front where his Earl was sitting in a heap of grain bags covered by bedding furs. Ericsson pushed the young woman down onto the furs -- practically into Magnus's arms -- before handing the sword to his master and returning to his shieldmaiden friend.

"You are Fia, yes?" Magnus asked. He waited for her response, then asked, "You belong to Waaren?"

Again he waited, then he asked a blunt, personal question. "Do you keep him warm in his bed at night?"

Again, Magnus waited for her answer, which was a very big surprise to him. Most thralls her age spent a good portion of their night -- and sometimes their days -- with a cock thrusting in and out of one of their holes. He looked to the sword, turning it to examine the dried blood.

"Did you do this yourself … dirty this blade with the blood of our enemies?" he went on. Magnus listened to her response, then tossed the sword into a safe place between some cargo. He pulled a dagger from his waist in a manner that caused its deadly tip to come to a stop just two inches from Fia's face. He held it there a moment, then flipped it around and offered its handle to the young woman. "Take this. Go ahead … take it. It's a little more your size."

If she didn't take the blade, Magnus would drop it into her lap. He looked aft to find a new face just beyond the mast staring his way: Waaren. He gave the goat rancher a dismissive wave, and after the man turned away, Magnus lifted the fur wrapped around his body outward with an outstretched hand.

"Will you lay with me?" he asked with a tone meant to imply that he wasn't asking, he was demanding. "The sun will drop in a couple of hours and it will get cold. I'll keep you warm."

 

[sexygurrl]

"You are Fia, yes?" Magnus asked. He waited for her response, then asked, "You belong to Waaren?"

"Ja, jarl Magnus." She replied softly but in good Norwegian to show that unlike some of the slaves, she had bothered to learn the language, "Yes, Waaren is my master, sir."

Again he waited, then he asked a blunt, personal question. "Do you keep him warm in his bed at night?"

She shook her head, blushing just a little, "No, sir. He…" She whispered low, as if not to want to embarrass her owner, but still be truthful to the Earl, "He prefers the older women, says he doesn't want any of his babes- any possible sons- to be born into slavery." Her cheeks reddened a shade more when she added softer still, "I have not yet been with any man."

"Did you do this yourself … dirty this blade with the blood of our enemies?"

She nodded, very slowly and began to slightly shudder thinking she'd done wrong, "Yes, sir."

If she didn't take the blade, Magnus would drop it into her lap.

But she reached for it, her hazel eyes glinting excitedly. Fia put her new dagger into her belt, smiling and thinking of the sheath she'd make for it when she had some free time. Thralls were never gifted anything, especially not by an Earl. This was good. This was special.

"Will you lay with me?" he asked with a tone meant to imply that he wasn't asking, he was demanding. "The sun will drop in a couple of hours and it will get cold. I'll keep you warm."

She sat next to him, even if it meant she might get a thrashing from Waaren later. She knew what was good for her and who was above who in this caste system. Fia knew better than to scorn the Earl. Not that she felt contempt for him, she'd only known him to be kind to his people, and by extent, the slaves.
She trembled as she made herself comfortable next to Magnus, glad that he had asked her under the fur. Already a chill had begun to bite and she found herself pushing into Magnus's side.

He was like a hot wood stove, outputting gentle warmth and she sighed contentedly. She felt tiny, but safe at his side.
So safe, in fact, that at the moment nary a thought of any kind of trouble occupied her mind.
She stared at the horizon for a moment before she dared speak before being spoken to.
"Sir," Her voice was clear and soft, with a respectful undertone, "Thank you for allowing me next to you. It is an honor. But there's something I wish to ask for," She glanced over her shoulder at the spot Waaren sat at, "When we get to those friendly lands you spoke of, I would like to begin the work to no longer be a slave." Her bottom lip trembled at her own words and she bit it as a sudden thought hit her. What if I've overstepped my boundaries?... What if he only asked me here because he wants to buy me for himself?

She turned her face away and looked down at her clasped hands and sighed, "Unless, of course, you desired me for yourself."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

"I have not yet been with any man."

Magnus couldn't help but smile a bit wider at Fia's announcement of her virginity. Every man, whether Earl or thrall, yearned for the privilege of being a pure woman's first. And the fact that this woman was no girl made Magnus think that she might actually enjoy having a man's cock intrude upon her womanhood, as opposed to simply laying there on her back crying out in pain.

Fia felt as good against Magnus as she moved close to him. Magnus wrapped an arm around her waist, his large powerful hand finding the edge of her belly. He pulled her hard against him in a familiar way, unconcerned that she belonged to another man. Magnus could feel the firm mound of one breast against his rib cage and the meeting place of her thighs against his upper hip. He easily contemplated how such an embrace might feel in the future should the two of them be naked and without so much company in proximity.

Magnus looked down the length of the boat, once again catching sight of the goat rancher looking his way. He could see in Waaren's expression that the man felt slighted by his Earl's trespass upon his slave's comfort. Magnus might have felt a bit guilty about holding young Fia as he was -- or imagining himself doing other things to her as well -- if the other Viking had taken it upon himself to rid the woman of her virginity. If Waaren wasn't going to partake of Fia's gifts, Magnus just might.

His thoughts about the slave were followed by her own words on the subject as she asked about the possibilities she would face once they reached the Orkney Islands.

"When we get to those friendly lands you spoke of, I would like to begin the work to no longer be a slave."

This was, of course, a true possibility for Fia. Per the law, her master, Waaren, could grant Fia her freedom, raising her from the status of thrall to karl. Waaren could do this out of the goodness of his heart or because Fia had earned her freedom by whatever agreement the two of them had made in days or years past.

As Earl, Magnus could grant Fia her freedom as well. Of course, he would be required to make a payment to the goat farmer, either in tangible goods or in a some favor. Of course, Magnus could always accuse Waaren of some crime or slight against either him or the clan and, as punishment, deprive him of his valuable property, Fia.

But doing so would be seen by the clan as Magnus using his power and position to simply steal away Fia to his own bed. Even Earls were looked down upon for taking such personal actions, though. Magnus might get away with doing such a thing against a lesser person but not against Waaren. The man was often teased about being a simple goat herder, but Waaren was a well respected man in Magnus's community. If Magnus was to claim Fia for himself, he would have to do so with proper respect and reimbursement

"Unless, of course, you desired me for yourself."

"I do," Magnus said without hesitation or shame. He had no reason to hold back such a thought; Magnus was well known for his fondness for beautiful young women, and to say he had no such thoughts for this one would be seen as an obvious falsehood. He added, though, "But I will not have you for myself while you belong to another man. I will speak to your master once we are in our new home if that pleases you."

Once again, Magnus didn't require Fia's approval to buy her from Waaren. But he preferred it that way. He could fuck any slave in the community at any time without asking for approval, of course. But Magnus sensed something different about Fia. Seeing her sitting there with that bloodied sword in her hands had got him to thinking. It had been a long time since a woman of real substance had piqued his interest. He didn't know Fia, but Magnus saw something in her beyond just another warm, wet hole in which to put his hard, yearning cock.

"Go to sleep, slave," Magnus said with obvious humor in his tone. He slipped his hand down her backside, took hold of one firm butt cheek, and pulled her more atop him. His semi-hardened cock pressed against her hip bone as he moved her about to be more comfortable and finished with, "I need sleep. Keep me warm."



The night was dark and overcast with nary a star in the sky and only the barely noticeable illumination of the moon when Magnus awoke. His first waking sensation was that of the warm woman still pressed against his body; his second was of Ericsson standing over him with a smile, a gently shaking head, and an offered hand. Magnus moved slowly to get out from under Fia, took his friend's hand, and -- while simultaneously replacing the fur blankets over the young beauty -- rose to height on the more noticeably rocking boat.

Ericsson pointed off to the northwest -- to a menacing, black storm front -- and told his Earl, "It's coming right for us."

Magnus contemplated the situation. He and his friend were both skilled enough mariners to know that they couldn't outrun the fury bearing down upon them. To make matters worse, the longboat was overburdened with people, animals, and supplies. There was a very good chance they would all be dead soon.

"Bind the sails and extend the oars," Magnus decided. "Get the men on the benches. If we stay pointed into the waves, we have a chance."



For the next 9 hours, they valiantly fought the raging winds and crashing waves. By rowing into the swells, they managed to keep the boat from capsizing. But they a dozen lives were lost before the fury moved away; men, women, and children were either washed overboard or otherwise killed as the boat threatened to come apart upon and all about them.

When the sun finally broke through, the community took a few hours to rest before setting about to repairing the damage. And by early evening, the sails were again filled with wind and the Vikings were on their way toward their destination.



"I have spoken with your master," Magnus told Fia the next morning. He had sent the bow watch and the others aft to partake of the midday meal and give him and the slave some relative privacy. "I know you seek your freedom, and I wish for you to have this as well. But it is something you will have to earn. Vikya has offered to train you as a shieldmaiden if this is something that interests you."

Vikya was Magnus's younger half-sister and, while not known to many, also Magnus's on again, off again lover. And she was the most skilled shieldmaiden in the clan, a better warrior than even some of the male fighters. She was well respected and, without a son of his own, had been declared Magnus's heir should he die.

"If war is not to your liking, you could become anything you wish once free … even a goat farmer," Magnus continued with a smile. But he added with a serious tone, "But freedom is not simply given without cause."

He reached a hand out to light touch her face … then let it slip down her front side until it was resting in the swell of her bosom as he let her know of her immediate future with him, "You would have to earn your freedom."

Magnus obvious meant she would have to earn her freedom in his bed.

 

[sexygurrl]

"Go to sleep, slave," Magnus said with obvious humor in his tone. He slipped his hand down her backside, took hold of one firm butt cheek, and pulled her more atop him. His semi-hardened cock pressed against her hip bone as he moved her about to be more comfortable and finished with, "I need sleep. Keep me warm."

She didn't go to sleep as soon as he did, she watched his features lit by the very last of the sun's rays. He is a handsome man, she thought and smiled as she reached up to actually touch his face. She might be considered "pure", but she wasn't innocent. The thralls didn't have personal little rooms to be intimate in. She knew what the bulge poking her side meant. Could have done a lot worse than attracting the attention of the Earl, She grinned and sighed softly, noting that she liked the way he smelled as sleep overtook her.

He reached a hand out to light touch her face … then let it slip down her front side until it was resting in the swell of her bosom as he let her know of her immediate future with him, "You would have to earn your freedom."

Magnus obvious meant she would have to earn her freedom in his bed.

Fia looked as tired as she felt after helping to repair what needed to be fixed on the longboat, but still she listened intently.
She waited until Magnus finished speaking and nodded, "I am honored that Vikya has made that offer and I accept. As for my freedom, sir…" She paused, noticing the tingle she felt under his hand and the way her nipples seemed to strain away from her breasts and point at Magnus, "I would do anything to have a taste of it again." She jutted her chest out at him, pressing against his hand. She meant to tell him she understood, "Anything, sir."

There was almost a soft pleading tone to her words, though she was unsure if it was for her freedom or for his touch. It didn't really matter, both were now intertwined.

She blushed as she realized that the cleft between her legs was wet, her heart pounded at his touch, and that she was actually looking forward to being deflowered. She repeated, "Anything."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

"Any thing..." he said with a devilish smirk and a suggestive tone, "will get you every thing you want … eventually."

Magnus wanted to bend Fia over the boat's railing right here, right now, and partake of her certainly-tight hole. But there were other things with which to deal. He sent her to Vikya, who was not only in charge of the shieldmaidens in battle was currently in charge of the more womanly duties. His sister would put Fia to work preparing the meals and assisting the injured while Magnus himself joined Ericsson and the men in continuing with the boat repairs and navigation westward.



Magnus called Waaren to the bow of the boat later in the afternoon to formalize the transfer of his slave. In exchange, the Earl promised Waaren first choice of the next batch of captives taken in the Orkneys, as well as a boy who could be trained as a shepherd, replacing the son Waaren had recently lost to the fever. The goat rancher didn't think it was enough, though, and attempted to negotiate First Night with Fia. Magnus laughed, told him he had the right to ask, then denied him the privilege.

"You've had years to partake of what your beautiful thrall has to offer," Magnus told the man. "Let your Earl have the privilege, and you will see a third slave added to your wealth once we reach our new home … maybe a woman of experience … a woman who knows how to treat a man right rather than this virgin who will only cry and beg you to cease."

Waaren took the offer reluctantly; once he'd realized Fia wanted this trade, he himself had wanted to hurt her in a way only a man's cock could. But that idea wasn't happening, so Fia was sent aft to collect her things and move them to the bow where most of her new master's own possessions were stored.

Needing rest for the midwatch, Magnus again laid down amongst the grain bags and fur blankets. And again, he gestured Fia to join him. This time, though, he pulled her more atop him, both hands full of her young, firm buttocks as he pressed his mouth to hers. He pulled her thighs apart such that his stiffening cock pressed against the cleft beyond the thick, woolen dress she was wearing as protection against the cold, sea breeze. He wanted to pull the gown up and the undergarment beneath it as well, pull loose his raging erection, and claim Fia in the way she knew he'd been fantasizing for two days.

But instead Magnus only held her body against his own, enjoying the feel of his shaft's underside against her. He murmured to Fia, "The first thing I'm doing when we beach is take you off to the woods."

 

[sexygurrl]

He sent her to Vikya, who was not only in charge of the shieldmaidens in battle was currently in charge of the more womanly duties. His sister would put Fia to work preparing the meals and assisting the injured while Magnus himself joined Ericsson and the men in continuing with the boat repairs and navigation westward.

Fia thought about her luck already beginning to change. Right after the storm, she'd had to work as hard as the men with ship repairs. Now, she was helping prepare meals and sew repairs on the sails, and make sure those injured were comfortable and well on the way to being healed.
She listened to Vikya and did what she was told, showing her she would be a willing student.

Occasionally, she would feel an intense gaze upon her body and she'd turn to it, only to see Waaren look away.
No matter; she would soon be Magnus's and if Waaren dared touch her, he would be in much trouble. She might not yet be free, but her life as a slave still was valuable in the Viking system.

But instead Magnus only held her body against his own, enjoying the feel of his shaft's underside against her. He murmured to Fia, "The first thing I'm doing when we beach is take you off to the woods."

Her heart once again pounded against her ribs at the promise. At least they'd have some privacy beyond furs and woven blankets, unlike some of the Vikings here on the boat too impatient to wait.
"And I'll gladly go, master," She said in a hoarse whisper as she lightly ground into him. She closed her eyes, relishing in the way her swollen pussy lips felt as they lightly rubbed against him, the way he held her ass. She looked towards his face, again wanting to feel his mouth against hers. But Fia was still a slave and she had no right to take what she wanted, especially not of her new master, Earl Magnus.

Instead, she relaxed into his chest and pulled the fur tight around them to keep him warm. Once again, she slept only after he'd been sleeping for a long time.

It was a cloudy night, though the moon did shine tonight. The rays filtering through at least provided enough light to show silhouettes against the dark environment.
Though Magnus had been careful to not wake her before, tonight she stirred as her body subconsciously missed his. She watched him, her arm propped on the bags of grain, her head in her hand.
Fia lost herself in daydreams, wondering what exactly she would feel when he took her, wondering if he'd bother to be gentle. Her other hand slithered under the fur, under her dress and she clumsily touched herself over her undergarment until a small orgasm made her lightly gasp and the wetness increased.
She smiled to herself as she lied down, her eyes still on his shape.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

"There," Ericsson whispered as he extended an arm, hand, and outstretched finger toward the distant, dark, and barely perceptible meeting sea and sky. He hesitated while Magnus searched the horizon, then stressed, "Below and left of that large lighter looking cloud."

But the Earl simply didn't see land as his Second was claiming to observe.

Meanwhile, as the two men continued to scan the distance west by northwest of them, a third set of main eyes was studying something as well. Waaren -- who had inconspicuously moved forward to just behind the mast -- had suddenly become obsessed with his soon-to-not-be-his-slave. And as he watched her laying their in the near darkness, he was certain that she was pleasuring herself beneath the thick fur blanket. I may not have First Night, he told himself with regret, but I'll have you none the less.

He returned to where he'd slept the last two nights, slipped under the blanket in which his other slave slept, pulled her shift up and his trousers down, and forced himself into her. He drove himself to a quick orgasm, imagining it was Fia's hole in which he was intruding. As he grunted his release, his wife -- laying just opposite the thrall -- found herself wishing Waaren had kept the virgin slave for no other reason than it meant she herself wouldn't have to endure her husband's intrusions on her own womanhood.



"There!" Magnus said in much more than a whisper. Ericsson had given up his study of their surroundings, believing that he had in fact been seeing things. Magnus kicked the man awake, and when his Second looked up, blinking his eyes back to life, the smiling Earl announced with excitement, "Light, my friend, from a fire."

It would be more than an hour before the longboat would be near enough to the shore to begin making out the shapes of structures. He'd already ordered the sail lowered and secured, and the oarsmen were moving the vessel at top speed toward the campfire Magnus had spotted earlier.

Looking behind them, Magnus could see the eastern horizon slowly turning from deep red toward orange. He told Ericsson, "I want us to reach shore with the bright fire of the sun behind us … in their eyes,"

As they got close enough to begin feeling the effects of the breaking surf, Magnus could see that their destination was a small fishing village. Even closer, they found a pair of men near the fire, one sitting, one standing, and neither of them aware of the danger that was approaching.

"Get Vikya!" he told one of the nearby warriors, adding, "Tell her to bring her bow."

Vikya arrived a moment later, and with her were two additional archers, one male and one female. Magnus pointed to the men on shore but had no need to give orders. The three found positions on the ships railing, supported by others who grasped their legs to steady them.

"Now," Magnus ordered just a moment before he thought the boat was about to strike the rising sea floor below them.

Arrows were loosed toward the fire with great accuracy; one man was struck in the neck and thigh while the other found his belly penetrated by the bolt that nearly left through his back. The three notched again as the belly-shot man cried out in pain, searching for the source of the assault. The second volley flew through the air; all three missiles headed toward the screaming man with two of them striking and silencing him.

"Ashore!" Magnus ordered just loud enough for the boat's occupants to hear but, hopefully, not loud enough for those sleeping in the huts on shore to detect. He looked to Fia, smiled with delight, leaned to give her a passionate kiss, then just before leaping over the railing told her, "I'll be back … to take you to the forest my beautiful girl."

From both sides of the boat, warriors and shieldmaidens leaped into the water. It ranged from waist deep to over the head; being Magnus's largest longboat, the craft had a deeper draft than most and unfortunately had not reached the shallower water Magnus would have preferred.

But even though who hadn't reached the sandy bottom with their heads above water were eventually coming out of the surf and hurrying forward toward the dozen or so small huts. Magnus was one of the first to reach the shore. He'd shed all but one layer of clothes, so he wasn't too awfully waited down by sea water. It wouldn't have mattered, though; when he was in war-mode, there was little that inconvenienced the Viking warrior.

"Do what you do best!" he commanded once he and the first wave of invaders were nearing the huts. Just thirty feet from the nearest structure, Magnus finally caught sight of a man emerging from one of the farther huts. The man looked horrified and nearly stumbled backward as he looked up and down the line of heathens. Just as Ericsson slashed his ax down onto the turning man's back, Magnus called out again but at top volume, "Do what you do best my friends!"



The fighting was over in under three minutes. When the last Viking sword, ax, dagger, or bow was deployed, the village's original population had been reduced to less than half of its original 40 or more. Nearly every man was dead or soon would be; some of the women had taken up arms as well and they, too, had or would meet the same fate as the menfolk.

As the longboat was being anchored and unloaded, the captives were being herded together and bound. Magnus looked over them and was happy with the results: there were 10 women who were of age -- which would make the horny Viking males happy -- and half that many again who would be in a couple of years; and most of the surviving children were young enough that they could be easily trained out of any resistance they would have to their Norwegian masters and mistresses.

"Take your pick," Magnus said as he caught sight of Waaren nearing the prisoners. "One woman for your bed … one boy for your herd, as promised."

Magnus left Ericsson to deal with the captured, telling him, "No raping until I have had a chance to make some choices of my own."

His Second nodded his understanding. Magnus spent the next several minutes moving from hut to hut as his Vikings and Shieldmaidens pillaged them for valuables. There wasn't much here about which to be excited; it was just a seasonal fishing village which meant that any gold, silver, or other valuables that belonged to these people would be in another village somewhere inland.

He made his way back to the bound islanders. He gave Ericsson a pick from the fuckable pillage, as well as a youngster for other servitude; he offered a girl to his sister as a house servant; then he made his own picks, a young boy and his younger sister who appeared to now be without parental accompaniment.

"Let the men play," he told Ericsson after cutting out out the too-young females to be secured in one of the huts. "Save two of them for the night watch, though. I wouldn't want them to miss out on the fun."

He assigned four men to take posts in the forest along the beach, reassuring them that they'd have their share of the captured islanders. Then he looked for and found Fia. He took her hand and -- without a word, as it didn't seem necessary -- led her to the hut that appeared to belong to the village's former leader. Inside, he found a roaring fire, a kettle of hot water, and even a wooden cask bathing tub. The hut was actually very nice, even nicer than the one in which he'd been raised prior to his older brother becoming an Earl and moving Magnus with him into the village's longhouse.

"Pour us a bath," he told Fia after he'd pulled her tight against him and given her a long, deep kiss. He flashed his bloodied hands to her and even wiped a drop of red from his cheek. He laughed and told her, "I want to be clean and smell good for you … when I make a woman out of you."

 

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Just as Ericsson slashed his ax down onto the turning man's back, Magnus called out again but at top volume, "Do what you do best my friends!"

Fia watched with bated breath as her new master rushed into the village. Her eyes never left his muscular form if she could help it, and they always found him again quickly when he disappeared behind a hut or a flurry of men trying to defend the village.
It didn't take long for the Vikings to claim the village as their own. As she was still a slave, she was given the order to help unload the longboat which she gladly did.

As Fia carried a sack of grain, an older thrall came up behind her and almost silently cackled, "Fia! You stupid girl!"
Fia turned, her cheeks ruddy, "Why do you call me that, Helga? I have done nothing to offend you."
Helga gave the younger woman a knowing smile, "I am a woman who has seen many moons go bye. I know that look. I've seen that look more than I care to count." They continued to work as they spoke.
"Can you count above ten, Helga?" Fia's eyes shone defiantly.
Helga clicked her tongue against her palate and laughed, "Don't get too good for the rest of us. You might be the earl's slave now, but you're still a slave. And you are a silly, stupid girl if you let yourself fall in love!" Before Fia could protest, Helga continued, "It never ends well, girl. Never!"

"I'm not in love!" Fia dropped the grain sack with the others and turned on her heel quite roughly, her fists clenched at her sides. How dare that old woman insult her like that? As if she herself didn't know that a female thrall was generally used only for her work and her warm holes? She was so mad and could find no outlet or do anything about it, that angry tears began to sprout at the corners of her eyes.

Was it really so wrong that she knew what was coming but wanted it as much as she did? That it might be her way out of slavery? That the thought of warming the earl's bed made her feel tingly all over?
Those were her thoughts as she suddenly felt herself being pulled away from her path, her task.
It took her a long moment to get adjusted, to realize Magnus himself had grabbed her and was about to kiss her.

Her tense, angry body relaxed with the kiss. She looked at his hands when he showed them to her and a smile flitted across her face.

"I want to be clean and smell good for you … when I make a woman out of you."

Once again, that tingle she felt surged from the place between her legs to her extremities.
She nodded and worked on getting water warmed to his liking and filling the tub.
She explored the hut while the last of the water, which she'd just fetched from the village well, reached the preferred temperature. She even managed to find sweet-smelling bath oils and a large bundle of soapwort.
Though she assumed Magnus had brought his own grooming tools, they weren't at the hut just yet. So she picked an oil that smelled of lavender and mint and poured some into the bath, along with the rest of the steaming water.

"Master," Fia turned to face him as the lovely scent of minty-lavender wafted through the hut, "Your bath is ready."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Magnus wandered about the hut, examining the home's contents as his new but not newest slave prepared a bath. He found many things that were familiar to him for two significant reasons: first, these people were fisherman, just as Magnus and Rolf's family had been before they began their rise to power and found more important things to occupy their time; and second, the Norse influence of the 100 years prior to this had had a much larger effect upon the prior population than Magnus could have possibly imagined.

Over the days, weeks, and months to come, Magnus would learn that the tales he'd been told of Norse failures in the Orkneys had been misconstrued and in times simply false. The Vikings who had come before him and his clan had had a much greater impact on Orkneyjar than he could have imagined.

In fact, in the weeks to come, he would learn that there were still in fact villages and towns in which the blood of the people was more of the North than of the South.

But the story of the Orkneys was too old and complex to be defined by who may have arrived here this year, this decade, or this century. Magnus couldn't know that the first people to arrive in the Orkney Islands had done so nearly 5,000 years ago...

He couldn't know that some of the still-existing stone structures on the islands dated to before the birth and death of the God of the Christians who occupied the islands to the south of the Orkneys...

He couldn't know that that religious faith existed here in the islands, too, living side by side -- though not always peacefully so -- with pagan religions that were both similar to and very much different than his own...

He couldn't know that a once great King of the Orkneys had submitted himself and his people to a great conquering people called the Romans...

He couldn't know that these Romans had continued to trade exotic goods from the south for fish and cold weather crops of the north before suddenly disappearing from this part of the world...

He couldn't know that the current, local languages were influenced by those of the Picts and the Gaels and the Celts, as well as of the Norsemen.

He would learn much of this in the days and months to come. But not tonight.

"Master," Fia turned to face him as the lovely scent of minty-lavender wafted through the hut, "Your bath is ready."

It was only now that Magnus noticed the wonderful scent that had filled the air of the hut. He turned to look at the wood tub and the light steam rising from its watery content. He approached Fia, took her arms into his strong hands, and pulled her close for another long, passionate kiss. He enjoyed the way she reacted to his affection; she didn't fear him as others had before, and she didn't seem to be faking her return of intimacy, making Magnus believe that she wanted to be his lover just as much as he wanted her to be his.

He reached to the string in the midst of her modest bosom, pulled it loose, and slid her thick winter dress off her shoulders. It gathered at her feet as he took note of the swollen nipples now easily noticed beneath the much thinner cloth of her shift. Magnus pulled this gown off Fia's shoulders as well, letting it join the previous one about her ankles. His gaze settled on her firm, perfect breasts for a long moment, one hand returning to hold an upper arm as the other gently caressed its way up the other arm, across her collar bone, down her modest cleavage, and out to rest upon the youthful globe.

"Beautiful," Magnus murmured, as much to himself as to Fia. "Simply beautiful."

His thumb played atop and around her nipple as his palm and other fingers continued to gently caress and grope. His other hand moved to the small of Fia's now bared back, pulling her close for another passionate kiss. That hand slid downward to an also-firm buttock, grasping it, as its opposite hand caressed down the slave's body toward her womanhood with the intention of finding and pleasuring her wetness.

But he flinched and turned as the door of the hut burst open. Still fully dressed with his weapons belt about his waist, Magnus ripped his dagger out at the sight of a local man, believing he was going to have to dirty the hut's floor with enemy blood.

But Magnus quickly noticed that the man's hands were bound before him, and then just as quickly caught sight of Ericsson following the man inside. Magnus demanded "What is this?"

Ericsson gave the other man's legs a swift kick, dropping him to his knees. Magnus's Second gave Fia a look, smiling as he ogled what parts of her nude body she didn't cover at the intrusion. Then looking to Magnus again, he announced, "This man knows our language."

Magnus only stared, first at his friend, then at the frightened man kneeling on the wooden plank floor. To Ericsson he asked with surprise and doubt, "What are you saying? How can this be?"

"Tell him!" Ericsson ordered the other man. "Speak our language."

"My name is Aiden, my lord," the man finally said in a hesitant tone. "I am a..."

He was searching for the word in the Northmen's language, and at Ericsson's urging to continue, he said, "Wanderer. I am wanderer … wander … I move from … um … places … place to place … uh, land to land--"

"See?" Ericsson said with an excited tone. He gave the rope connected to the Aiden's bound wrists a bit of a whip to encourage him as he commanded, "Speak the language of the people of this place."

After a moment, the man began rambling on in one of the tongues that was foreign to the other three in the hut but spoken well amongst the others in the village and the island.

"You are a monk?" Magnus asked, quickly clarifying, "A Christian?"

"No, my lord," Aiden answered without hesitation. But then he added, "Not really. Maybe. I am not certain."

"How can you not know what your religion is?" Magnus asked with a bit of harshness. "You either believe in the God of the South or not."

Aiden rambled on for a long moment about being flexible in his beliefs, due to his wanderings about many lands during his 55 years of life. Magnus didn't quite understand what this all meant, nor did he believe that this man could possibly be that old. Aiden had to be lying; Magnus had only ever known 2 people to live past half a century, and as Holy men and Seers, they had had the protection of the Gods to help them last so long.

"You will speak my words to your people, wanderer," Magnus cut in eventually. "You will tell them what I say."

"Yes, my lord," Aiden responded quickly, nodding his head in as much of a bow as he could manage on his knees. Using a word from yet another of the cultures with which he'd had contact, Aiden said, "I would be honored to be your liaison to the Orkney. What would you have me tell them, my lord?"

"You will tell them that if they submit to my rule, they will not be harmed," Magnus responded. He had to take a moment to consider what he was saying; even through the walls of the hut, Magnus could hear the sounds of two women crying out in pain and horror as they were undoubtedly being raped by the Viking heathens. "You will tell them that those who work hard and follow my commands will live … while those who don't will be killed in the most horrific ways."

Aiden looked up to Magnus with wide eyes. It was clear that he believed everything the Viking was telling him. He said with a sincere tone, "I will make the people understand you, my lord … and believe your words."

Magnus ordered Ericsson to get the man out and to post a guard outside. "I want no more interruptions."

Ericsson looked to Fia again and said with a devilish tone, "I can understand why."

The two men departed and the door was pulled shut. Magnus turned to Fia, looked her up and down again, and asked with a wide grin, "Where were we...? Oh, yes … you were about to undress me and climb into the bath with me."

 

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Fia's very short hair, symbol of slavery, and her slow reaction to cover up allowed Ericsson to get a good look at first glance.
She squinted at the monk-who-wasn't-a-monk hearing him speak, trying to pick out words in his dialect. Smart young woman that she was, she figured she'd learn it quick enough.

Her left arm covered her breasts and her right hand rested upon the soft, kinky hair between her legs when Magnus's second looked over her nakedness again. She jutted her chin out at him as if saying, "Take a good look, it might be your last."

When the door closed behind the two men, she let her arms fall to her sides.

Magnus turned to Fia, looked her up and down again, and asked with a wide grin, "Where were we...? Oh, yes … you were about to undress me and climb into the bath with me."

She smiled back at him as she stepped away from her dress and with trembling hands began to strip away his clothes letting them fall away from his body and onto the wooden floor.
Her fingers danced and darted over a scar on his chest, her brow knitted in worry. She'd been right to be afraid some when she witnessed him charging into the village; he'd been hurt before, he might get hurt again. She heard Helga's words in her head as she looked down and worried about another old scar on his side. Fia gently shook her head to clear it of worry and Helga's cackle.

"Will you tell me the stories of your wounds?" She asked softly as she looked over one on his shoulder and one on his thigh. Her eyes darted to his member and almost immediately looked away, nervous and a little shy. She knew that part of him would soon claim her maidenhead and her breath caught in anticipation.

Fia walked around him, and taking a liberty she would never take in front of others, she wrapped her arms around his thick, muscled torso. "I'd love to hear your journey. The path that put you on mine." She raised herself on her tiptoes, pressed her bosom against his back and laid a trail of soft kisses on yet another scar found across his back.

She was aware that she was being forward, much too brazen. She didn't seem to care, though. She would be meek and quiet if that's what he wanted, but she felt that's not at all what he wanted.

Fia took his hand and guided him closer to the bathtub, "Master, please, let me help wash your body."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

As she undressed him, Magnus's gaze remained steady on Fia's eyes as they themselves studied his warrior's body. Her innocence and desire were both obvious in her body language and trembling hands.

"Will you tell me the stories of your wounds?"

"I failed to get out of the way," Magnus said with his lips spreading playfully. After a moment, though, he told her without much commitment, "Someday."

She glanced to his groin as his trousers and undergarment fell away together, exposing his nearly fully hardened cock. It's nearly horizontal position left it nearly touching Fia's own bare body. She looked away, obviously embarrassed, which only made Magnus smile even wider. He followed her with his eyes until she was behind him, clutching to his body, pulling them tightly together.

"I'd love to hear your journey. The path that put you on mine."

Magnus considered the request and wondered just what he could tell her about himself. His life before being pronounced Earl of Langt vann hadn't been well known to many in the town; only the fighters who'd come with him from his home village and their families had known anything about him, and Magnus had never felt it important to tell of his previous life to those indigenous to Long Water.

Again, he only told Fia, "Someday perhaps."

She moved to take his hand and led him to the tub. He stepped inside, feeling the wonderfully hot warm water flood over his body as he sunk down to his knees. He asked her to add more water from the pot over the fire, and after she'd done so she slipped into the bath at his back. Her treatment of Magnus's body was one part, cleansing, one part caressing; he closed his eyes and simply marveled at the feel of a young woman treating him so intimately.

Eventually, he stood to more easily turn in the smallish tub, sat again, and pulled Fia into his lap. He pulled their torsos tightly together and kissed her passionately. After a moment, his semi-hard cock was again stiff as a pole. Magnus grasped the young slave's ass tightly in powerful hands and moved her into position until he felt the eager head of his erection at her hole.

"This might hurt," he whispered to her as he pulled her womanhood against his swollen bulb. It took a moment … but eventually he felt her tight muscles part to permit the intrusion upon her innocence.

 

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She whimpered quietly as her walls sheathed his cock. Her hands gripped the sides of the tub and she did not move. She felt pain, yes, but the way he filled her felt so right.

Fia breathed in and out and concentrated on that while she adjusted to his girth.
"Please…" She pleaded, though for what, she did not know. Her pussy began to throb, wanting both less and more.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Penetrating Fia's tight pussy wasn't the easiest of things he'd done today, and that was saying a lot considering Magnus had concluded a cruise across the ocean and the conquest of a village. He withdrew his cock a bit, then pushed forward again until her muscles again clenched tightly around his upper shaft.

"Please…" She pleaded, though for what, she did not know. Her pussy began to throb, wanting both less and more.

Magnus didn't know what the young thing meant anymore that she did. He interpreted it, though, to mean please don't hurt me. He once again pulled most of his cock back, then pushed forward, then repeated both; with each successive penetration he was sinking deeper into her.

With an audible groan of pleasure, Magnus finally felt his full length wrapped by Fia's pussy. He simply looked to her face for a reaction, wondering whether it was the pain or pleasure that was dominating the situation.

 

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She was breathing hard, though she still didn't move much. She was letting him do a lot of the work, being a novice at this.

With each gentle thrust, she became more relaxed. When Magnus was snugly in her depths and he groaned, a moan escaped her lips as well. That tingle she'd come to associate with him, began at the place where their bodies met.

She sank into him, her breath now regulating as she accommodated his length and thickness. She smiled as she let go of the tub; one hand went to play with a breast, the other found the swollen burning nub between her legs. She alternated between it and a mellow squeeze of his balls. Fia had seen another thrall do something similar to her partner when they were being intimate, thinking the rest of the slaves slept around them.

She didn't feel much pain anymore. It was beginning to feel good. No, better than good.

Fia did not lie when she spoke her next words. She did not know what this new world would bring, what her life might turn out like. But there was one thing she would always know to be true, something no one could take away: Unlike many young women she had come to know, she had willingly given her virginity away; to the Earl, no less. She had let herself be claimed.
She grinned, "I am yours, my Earl. Always."

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Magnus remained still for a long moment, his cock simply resting deep inside the young slave's warm canal as the latter's muscles relaxed to his intrusion. He loved the feel of an inexperienced pussy, or in this case a virginal one; from both the physical aspect of never having been trespassed up to the more emotional one of knowing that he was the first ever to be here, this was a moment that stuck with a man.

"I am yours, my Earl. Always."

He felt her hand stimulating his balls, and suddenly idly enjoying the current situation was no longer enough. Still grasping Fia's buttocks in tightly gripping hands, Magnus began ramming his length in and out of her. He stared into her eyes, watching her reaction; he saw pain and surprise and perhaps awe at what was happening and with whom it was happening, but he also saw pleasure as he pounded against that sensitive but at the top of her womanly crevice.

Magnus would have loved to see the young beauty orgasm with him but the fact of the matter was that he himself didn't last very long inside this most pleasurable of pussies. He pulled their groins firmly together as he let out a great grunt and filled her with his seed. His head fell forward to rest on her bare shoulder as the pulses of his manhood spurred forth a euphoria that swept through him.

 

[sexygurrl]

Fia's sensitive walls spasmed against his rigid dick, more instinctively than not, as he spilled himself inside her. Her body knew what to do, even if she didn't. It knew to try and pull his seed deeper inside her.

The sudden warmth coating her insides made her utter a barely audible and surprised, "Oh!" as she registered a feeling associated with something a thrall didn't usually have: pleasure.
He had stopped moving after ramming himself into her, though, and she couldn't help but think Is that all there is to this?

Hesitantly and ever so slowly, she began to grind against him. She looked at him, searching his face for a clue, to see if she should do even that.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Magnus was lost in the euphoria of orgasm, his heart beating rapidly, his chest swelling and shriking with deep breaths. He clutched Fia's body tightly to him with powerful arms and hands, almost to the point of making it hard for her to breath.

And then, as he was coming down, he realized that she'd began gently grinding her groin against his. He opened his eyes to look into her own and thought he saw a desperate need to continue onward. She wasn't done yet; she wanted more.

Magnus slipped one arm after another under the young woman's knees, grasped her buttocks tightly one again but from under her thighs this time, rose to his knees -- lifting her almost entirely above the tub's surface, and began slipping his still hard cock in and out of her. He watched for her reaction, shifting their proximity to one another, until he found a speed, depth, and strength that stimulated her the greatest...

...and then simply continued onward until she came to enjoy the same euphoria he had.

 

[sexygurrl]

Now that she was more relaxed, he actually did feel good inside her.
The way he held her as he pumped deep inside her, she had to trust him. Though for leverage she held to the sides of the tub again.

Fia began to moan lightly as a tension began to tug her toes towards her abdomen. She'd had this feeling before when she let her fingers wander below. It had just never been anywhere near this intense. Something primal told her she'd enjoy his body more if only she rose her hips to meet his. She found a rhythm, clumsy and new, but still a rhythm.

It didn't take her too long. Her lips were already swollen, the blood was rushing down below and she wasn't the one in control. Her pussy began to involuntarily milk his cock again as she came on it.
She yelped her pleasure, her eyes closed, her back arched and then a violent tremble went through her before she went limp.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Magnus had had only a handful of lovers for whom whose pleasure he'd had as much concern as his own. Most women -- slave or free man -- were simply a warm, wet hole in which the Earl could find his delight. But Fia was going to be different; she was different. She was just a thrall, of course, yet Magnus could sense that she had the possibility of being more than that, to both himself and to the community.

They were starting over here in Orkneyjar, and they were alone. Or, at least, Magnus thought they were. He had no idea that the Norse had a larger footprint here in the Orkneys than any of his clan knew. He and 35 people had left Norway; 12 had been lost in the storm; and 1 had been killed during the attack on this fishing village.

That left Magnus and a free population of 20, including Ericsson his Second; Vikya his half sister; Waaren the goat herder; 8 warriors and 3 shieldmaidens; as well as 2 men who weren't warriors, one women who wasn't a shieldmaiden, and 4 free children between all of the free adults. That latter number -- 4 free children -- was a sad reflection on a community who, after their bravery in war, set their pride in their families and the children who would carry forth the stories of that bravery.

In addition there were the thralls who had made the transit from Langt vann: Fia, Helga, and a third woman, Britta. Two others had been lost in the storm.

And, of course, there were the new slaves taken from the raid on the fishing village. Seeing how his first concern after the attack had been to sink his cock deep inside Fia, Magnus didn't currently know that 20 slaves had been taken who would survive.

And, of course, no one knew exactly how the slaves would be divided amongst their Viking conquerors at this very moment in time. Over the next day and a half, though, the human loot would be distributed as such: Waaren got his new female play thing to replace Fia, as well as a young boy to be trained as a shepherd; Ericsson got a warm, wet hole of his own, as well as the eldest surviving male who he would train as a warrior, the 13 year old Angus; each of the 8 warriors would be given a woman to warm his bed while each of the 3 shieldmaidens would be given a woman who hadn't yet reached breeding age to be not only trained but also protected from the male Vikings who might not care whether they were of age or not.

That left the young children. Magnus, of course, had claimed a boy and girl who were siblings, and in addition to her teen, Vikya would take possession of an even younger girl. And even though no one had even considered it yet, let alone made a decision on it, the fourth child -- a girl of just 4 nicknamed Kitty -- would be given to Fia. It wasn't unheard of for one thrall to own yet another, but in this community, Fia would be the only example of such a situation.

And then there was Aiden, who would find himself Magnus's very special possession. The wanderer would ask the Earl tomorrow whether or not he himself was a slave. Magnus wouldn't say yea or nay, only that Aiden was to remain here in the village and do as he was asked. The implication was clear: try to leave and you'll be killed.

But all of that was a concern for another time. Magnus's only concern at this moment was his impending second orgasm as he watched Fia trembling and softly crying out during her first. She was so beautiful to him at this moment as the euphoria of orgasm swept through her delicious body.

Magnus continued to thrust into Fia, extending both her climax and causing the arrival of his own. Just as she was relaxing in his arms, his cock began jerking hard, once again filling her with his seed. He let out a single loud grunt, several obvious moans, and then lowered his new lover back down into his lap as he wrapped his arms around her torso and simply held her tightly for a long moment.

He eventually released his hold on the thrall, and they both laid back against the curves of the wooden tub; Magnus's cock was still inside Fia. He simply stared at her as each of them enjoyed the aftermath of their love making. It had been a long time since Magnus had enjoyed a woman as he just had Fia, and that went well beyond the simple physical joy of sexual release. He didn't know it now, but he was well on the way to falling in love … and, once again, that went well beyond the simple joy of sexual release.

"We were fishermen," he began out of nowhere, adding when he recognized confusion in Fia's face, "You asked me about my path … my path to this place … to you."

He was sensing a cramp from the awkward way in which he was sitting and -- reluctantly -- withdrew his slowly softening cock from its happy place. He took hold of Fia and turned her around, sitting her between his parted legs and against his torso. He continued, "My father, my brother … our uncles. We were fishermen. Oh, we knew how to use the sword and ax, of course. All boys and men did. But we didn't fight. We didn't need to. We had all we needed in our little village. We had no enemies."

Magnus took a moment to recall those first years of blood before he continued. "The Earl of the town to which our village was bound came to my uncle, who was the patriarch of our family … came to my uncle and told us we had to fight for him … against another Earl of another town in Norway. My uncles and my father did … then my older brothers did … then I did. We were only defending ourselves at first. Then, later … we weren't. Soon … we were raiding villages in Norway … Sweden … Jutland."

He took a moment to reflect on how he'd so easily been turned from a simple fisherman into a fierce warrior. "Others went west, across the sea … to England … Scotland … here, to Orkneyjar … to Iceland. We didn't … but others did. We followed our leaders … and then … somehow … we became leaders. My brother, Rolf … after my father's death and my uncles' … he became a great Earl … he will be king soon I am sure."

He felt his stomach roll over at the memory of how he and his brothers had come to be on opposite sides of the battle field … and over a woman. Oh, it had been about more than Olga, of course. Magnus had been nothing but loyal to his brother. But Rolf had become ever more increasingly paranoid that his younger brother would supplant him, despite Magnus never having given him any reason to believe so.

After a long moment of simply sitting there holding Fia against him, caressing her skin and even cupping a breast with a soft hand as he toyed with her nipple, Magnus finally chuckled lightly and concluded, "And that is my path to you."

 

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She felt his seed released into her depths again and once again moaned at the feeling. She equated it with pleasure, his pleasure. Feeling- knowing- that her body had produced that for him made her feel… powerful.

Fia could feel him softening up inside her and even that felt nice. She found herself wrapped in his arms and being held tightly, safely, so she rested her head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart for the moment before he released her.
She leaned back, watching him with a sleepy, satisfied look on her face, a soft smile playing upon her lips.

He was sensing a cramp from the awkward way in which he was sitting and -- reluctantly -- withdrew his slowly softening cock from its happy place. He took hold of Fia and turned her around, sitting her between his parted legs and against his torso.

She noted vaguely that the space between her legs now felt incredibly empty and she missed him there; he belonged there.
But still she listened intently. She had an inkling that he didn't usually share his story with others, which again made her feel special.

After a long moment of simply sitting there holding Fia against him, caressing her skin and even cupping a breast with a soft hand as he toyed with her nipple, Magnus finally chuckled lightly and concluded, "And that is my path to you."

She turned to look up at him and reached a hand up to his hair, letting it slip to his cheek.
"I thank the gods they did," She whispered, showing that she had not just bothered to learn their language, but had adopted the belief of Norse gods. She pushed herself up gently and this time did indeed take what she wanted.
Her lips pressed softly against his and her tongue flicked gently out to taste him.

 

[KingOfNowhere]

Magnus and Fia concluded their bath with some actual bathing, using some of the soaps and scents they'd found on a shelf near the cask-like tub. The previous owner of the hut -- now arranged cord-wood style with the other dead at the village edge -- had had a woman, whether it be a wife or consort, who had been roughly Fia's size; the clothing in a small travel trunk wasn't that much different than her size and fit her, though, whether or not she chose them over her own dirty clothes Magnus left up to her.

The Earl, however, was far too big to fit into the now-dead fisherman's clothes. Magnus donned the clothes he'd been wearing previously, and once both were ready, led his new lover out to where most of the others were still building the funeral pyre. He found Aiden with Ericsson and asked the wanderer whether he'd had an opportunity to speak to the other hostages.

"You will have problems with some of them, my lord," Aiden responded with the due amount of deference and as closely to Magnus's lingual understanding as he could. Hesitantly he continued, "I could name them if you wished … however … as I know this would force you to add them to the pile--"

Near them, the wrapped dead were being respectfully laid out upon the now-finished pyre. Aiden went on, "--I would humbly request that you allow me time … time to speak with them, to make them understand … understand that this is their new life, and that if they perform as you require of them … that they will be safe … and unharmed … and respected."

Aiden waited for Magnus to meet his eyes before he asked expectantly, "I can tell them this with confidence my lord...? That they will be safe and unharmed … and treated with the deserved respect?"

Magnus studied the man for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. If they work hard and do as they are told, they will be shown the due respect."

"And remain safe and unharmed..." Aiden urged, trying to sound as if he were confirming Magnus's unspoken promise rather than begging. When the Viking nodded to him, Aiden gave him a respectful bow as he backed away, saying, "Then I have work to be done, my lord."

Magnus watched the wanderer as he moved off to be with the people of the village. Although the Northmen had armed warriors and shieldmaidens conspicuously arranged around the little fishing village to deter misguided actions, Magnus knew that the reason the little community was currently calm was because the survivors of the attack were more interested in paying homage to their lost love ones.

The Earl gave a signal when the time came and the pyre was lit. It was now a couple of hours past sundown, and the flames lit the forest's edge inland and the white cap waves seaward as the dry tender, limbs, and finally logs began to burn ferociously. Magnus watched the flames reach high in the sky, then continued to watch for a full hour or more out of respect for the dead; there was only a single Northman amongst those 25 or so bodies, but that had little meaning to Magnus. The souls of the dead … all dead … should be shown due respect in their trek to the next life, whether or not they were on their way to Valhalla.

As the evening went on, Vikings, slaves from the north, and slaves from the Orkneys returned to their duties if they had them or simply went to the huts as was appropriate. Watches that had already been set in the village, in the forest, and down the beaches and were now relieved with fresh eyes; those men coming back to the village for the evening got their opportunity to avail themselves of the captured adult women before the latter were individually given as property to the victorious Vikings.

Magnus's new possessions were brought to the biggest of the huts which the Earl had selected for himself and his new lover. Aiden came with the trio to translate, to explain their new duties. Even as he was doing so, Vikya entered with three other hostages. She told her half-brother that she would be staying here, too, moving up close to Magnus and whispering, "I think it better for us to have many eyes on them."

The them, of course, were the new slaves. They outnumbered the Northmen, of course: on one side of the situation were Magnus, Vikya, and Fia, who of course was legally if not entirely a slave herself; while on the other were Magnus's two young siblings, Vikya's teen age girl and young girl, and the little 4 year old, Kitty.

As if the relatively large hut wasn't already becoming cramped, Vikya had asked the two other female slaves from Langt vann, Helga and Britta -- who belonged to Magnus, of course -- to come tend to their Earl, and they, too, would be spending the night and keeping an eye on the new servants-to-be.

Aiden was asked to be in attendance as well, and he spent nearly an hour before the last head lay down to sleep quietly whispering to the other Orkney slaves, reassuring them that all would be well so long as they cooperated and -- if they didn't -- life could be harsh … or short.

In the end, the circular hut which measured barely 20 feet across in its interior had 11 people inside it when it was time to lay down for sleep. Beds were made for all, though, in some instances it was difficult to tell where one bed ended and another began. Magnus slept with Fia to one side of him and Vikya to the other under a single arrangement of furs and fiber blankets; Helga and Britta slept together for warmth, ignoring their long lasting dislike for one another that had grown out of the older slave's superiority over the younger one; and separated by space to each side, the remainder of the slaves huddled relatively close to one another on the far side of the fire with Aiden rolled up in his own traveling bedding near the fire in sort of a no man's land between them all.

Magnus and Vikya made an inconspicuous but intentional effort to ensure that one of them was awake and aware during the first couple of hours. Neither one of them nor their Langt vann associates wanted to be knifed during the night by a vengeful spy.

Ironically, Ericsson had had the same thought. He arrived during the night after not having felt secure enough to close his eyes with his two teen age slaves in tow. The 13 year old boy had apparently shown some unwillingness to go along and was bound at the wrists when Ericsson pushed him to the huts floor and tossed a fur over him.

"Go to sleep," he demanded, unsure and unconcerned as to whether the boy understood. He commanded Aiden, now again awake, to counsel the teen on how to keep his neck from being slit open. As the wanderer was doing that, Ericsson's new bed warmer made a bed for her new master, then tried to make her way over to the other slaves, many of whom had awoken during the ruckus. But Ericsson grabbed the young woman and directed her to his bed.

Magnus wasn't surprised when, as everyone settled down again, he heard and saw his Second's body engaged in coitus with the gently sobbing Orney. He pulled Fia closer to him, more atop him than not, and tried to get back to sleep.

During the night, Vikya snuggled up against Magnus almost as closely as was Fia...

 

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The souls of the dead … all dead … should be shown due respect in their trek to the next life, whether or not they were on their way to Valhalla.

Fia stood respectfully silent next to Magnus. Partly out of respect for the dead and partly to not make it seem she was flaunting her new role in life, she chose to not wear what would become her new wardrobe just yet. She had no desire to cause hate to come her way, so why invite it by wearing the deceased's clothing?

As the evening went on, Vikings, slaves from the north, and slaves from the Orkneys returned to their duties if they had them or simply went to the huts as was appropriate.

When Magnus didn't need her, Fia would go to work alongside some of the new slaves. Understandably, they weren't in a speaking mood, having lost everything they knew. But sometimes a word or two was thrown about and that's what Fia was hoping for. This would help her learn the new language to properly communicate with the new slaves.

During the night, Vikya snuggled up against Magnus almost as closely as was Fia…

Fia slept lightly that first night; every stir, soft movement and loud snore kept waking her. She saw as Vikya's leg glued itself atop Magnus's own. She'd heard rumors that Vikya also warmed his bed on certain cold, lonely nights, but as far as she was concerned it was not her business, nor were the rumors ever truly proven fact.
This did not bother her. This little village was almost as cold as Langt vann had been during warmer months at night and she couldn't blame someone looking for warmth during sleep.

An hour or so later, when the moon still ruled the sky and everyone in the hut slept, Fia was once again roused from her fitful sleep.
It took her a moment to realize where the offending sound came from, turning towards it. The tiny girl who slept next to the brother and sister was sobbing and whimpering, crying out for her mamma. She was sitting on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest and rocking herself.

"Oy," Fia moved slightly out of Magnus's grip and called out softly. The little girl turned to the voice and she sniffled.
"Are you hurt?" Fia tried first in the Viking tongue. Receiving no answer, she stumbled over what she wanted to say in this new foreign language, "Dè… ainm?"
It wasn't great, but the broken phrase spoke to the young child in a way no one else could have. She stood and after another sniffle, she answered in a whisper, "Kitty."
She went closer to Fia and knelt near her, "Do you know where my mamma and pappa are?"
The rush of words was too much for Fia to understand, but she did know two of those words. She shook her head slowly, hoping the little girl would comprehend.

Kitty whimpered and the tears came gushing out.

Fia's heart rent apart at the pain of this little body and she reached out from the warmth of the fur blanket to touch the pudgy little hand.
She wanted to comfort her like she herself had never been after she had been sold into slavery.

Fia lifted the fur blanket inviting Kitty in, "Thig." She repeated herself so that Kitty knew she'd have to learn to speak this way as well, "Come."
Kitty crawled in and Fia wrapped her arms around her, tucking the blanket under her to keep her warm.

In another tongue, one she hadn't used in six years, Fia softly whispered, "Mi manca anche mia mamma"
Music and love transcended words, yes, but so did grief.

Knowing what the little girl was feeling, there was nothing more that Fia wanted to do but comfort the child. She did so by holding her gently against her chest and very softly humming an old lullaby she thought was from her old life.
Kitty eventually slept and only then did Fia doze.

Even with as little sleep as she'd had, she was the first one to wake with the first sun's rays. She noiselessly slipped away and took a bucket to the well to fetch clean, fresh water.
She turned from the well and was startled into nearly dropping the bucket.
"Maddain mhath!" Kitty positively shouted at her with a smile lighting her face and waving.
"What?" Fia smiled back, "Do you mean good morning?"
They looked at each other, smiling, not quite understanding, for a minute. Finally, Fia put her hand out and said, "Come, Kitty. There's much to do today… There's much to do every day and the work is never done, but you'll learn that as you grow."
Kitty took her hand, though she had no idea what Fia was saying. Kitty had imprinted on Fia, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

She taught Kitty to make tea and some porridge from grains that had traveled with them as those around them began to wake. Fia poured a cup of tea for Magnus and his sister Vikya.
She had Kitty take another cup to Ericsson. Fia herself served porridge to the Earl, his half-sister, and his second.
She made sure Kitty also had food in her belly before she ate. The older slaves could come and serve themselves if they wished to partake.

As the village came alive and people began to work, Fia, with Kitty as her shadow, joined in where she was needed. She tried to involve Kitty to keep the little mind occupied with work rather than sorrow.

They constantly talked to each other, Kitty telling her of her life as the youngest villager and Fia explaining how things worked. They weren't always sure what one said to the other, but with lots of miming and encouraging smiles they began to grasp certain words.

Around noon, when it was time for another meal and the heavy work was winding down, Fia took some wool and three spindles of different sizes and set Kitty outside the hut with the other two young sibling slaves. She took some time to teach them how to spin, knowing the yarn that came from them would be slubby, but still quite useful.
"When the wool is finished, go and gather some wood for tonight's fire." She told them, "I must go make a meal for the Earl…. Oh and make sure to knock before entering."
The siblings looked at her with blank faces. Fia looked at Kitty who was nodding and squeezing the soft, fluffy wool. She smiled and explained what the older thrall wanted.
The three little pairs of hands began to make yarn as Fia made her way inside the hut to figure out what to make. It looked like somebody had already brought food to be made, which included a fat, skinned chicken, fish, ale and some beans and barley.

She set about cooking finding salt and a few other spices, some of which she wasn't sure she'd seen before and one which she thought was popular in her home country. She used a bit of common sense and her nose to create a savory meal, ready for the Earl to come to.

Fia combed out her hair and washed her face with cool water as she waited for him, thinking of his body against hers and feeling the wetness between her legs as it readied for his thick, long cock, though she did not actually know if that's what he even wanted at the moment.

She could hope, at least.

 

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The sound of Fia and the young child talking awoke Magnus as well. But he only remained conscious for as long as it took his new lover to settle the frightened girl into the blankets, and then he was out again.

When he awoke for the last time this morning, Magnus found himself without his new lover yet being suitable warmed by his previous one. Vikya stirred as well, pushing up closer to her half-brother in a very intimate way; her upper leg bent up over his lower body, resting the flesh of her thigh upon his cock as her upper hand began caressing his upper torso.

"Did she make you happy last night, brother?" she purred before rising to kiss him passionately on the lips. When their mouths parted she asked for more detail, "Did she make you happier than I did before we left Langt vann?"

"I would never compare you to another," Magnus said playfully, not wanting to answer such a question at all. He reached his hands to Vikya's body and pulled her entirely atop him. As she giggled and immediately began grinding their groins together, he suggested, "Perhaps you should remind me of how good it feels to be inside you, sister."

She laughed, lifted her upper body on outstretched arms, and intensified the pressure of her pussy against his rapidly hardening cock. Her expression revealed the pleasure he was causing her, but Magnus knew he wouldn't be cumming inside the ovulating shieldmaiden when she told him, "I am in my Moon, brother."

Vikya leaned down to kiss him once more, then rose from their bed to begin dressing for the day to come. He watched her longingly, then spied one of the new of age Orkney women and contemplated laying her on her own back for a little morning delight. In the end, though, Magnus forced his lust from his mind and simply laid back to get another couple of hours rest.

Vikya roused the new slaves and -- with the already awoken Aiden -- got them to understand it was time to begin their day. She went outside and found her brother's new play thing already hard at work. Such dedication would take Fia far, Vikya knew. Life for the clan was facing the possibility of great changes in the near future, and the shieldmaiden -- like Magnus -- already knew that Fia had the possibility of escaping her enslavement if she played her part well.

She found Ericsson and several other well rested warriors. Once they'd all eaten from the leftovers of the night before, they made their way to those on watch, relieving them for their own morning meal. The two leaders returned to sit with a now dressed Magnus and discuss the day and days to come.

Fia and her little tagalong entered the hut with tea and porridge, causing Magnus to smile with joy. Many mornings following death and destruction didn't proceed as peacefully as this one was. It was good to see his people happy and his slaves peaceful.

"This is only a work village," Magnus told his sister and second as they were partaking of the meal offered by the slaves. He wasn't telling Vikya and Ericsson anything they hadn't already figured out themselves, of course. "These people will be missed soon. Other may be coming to collect the harvest."

"There may have even been some who escaped last night," Vikya pointed out. "They will raise the alarm."

"We should pack the boat with what we don't need ashore," Ericsson suggested, adding, "Be ready for a quick escape if it becomes necessary."

"We didn't come here to run away," Magnus reminded them. As Fia passed by him, her hands now devoid of plates and cups, he reached out, snatched a wrist, and pulled her into his lap. But his attention remained on the topic at hand, telling his two most important friends, "Aiden tells me there is only one road between the town and this fishing village … that the beach ends a mile to the north and two miles to the south at cliffs. We send a force up the road ... to see what if the town knows of our presence."

Magnus playfully grasped Fia's ass and gave it a squeeze before he pushed away to return to her work. He, Vikya, Ericsson, and a fourth Viking who arrived discussed the plan for the day. Soon after, with everyone fed and guards set to watch over the new slaves, the three leaders headed up the road with the majority of their fighters.

It didn't take long to find what they were expecting: the town was on guard. Magnus, Ericcson, and Vikya each led a small squad close to the town from different directions. When they returned, they each reported roughly the same discovery: 30 or more men with swords, bows, spears, and other weapons. The town's defenses were lacking, just a simple shallow moat-like ditch that encircled the town of perhaps 200 people as well as a sharpened-pole stockade surrounding the central portion of the community.

It was difficult to be sure exactly what was inside that stockade, though. Aiden's description was vague as he claimed to have been drunk the last three times he'd been inside the wall. But he did say there was a church with gold and silver and that the Lord of the town had great wealth.

Magnus decided to station lookouts here at the forest's edge and at two locations on the road that would allow for signal communication. Vikya volunteered to stay behind while Magnus and Ericsson returned to the fishing village to prepare for an assault.

Back at his hut, the Earl found hot foot awaiting him, as well as his new lover with her body cleaned and her hair as beautifully arranged and decorated as it could be considering its length. He ate his fill, talking to Fia about her new pet. He mused aloud, "Kitty...? Like … meow...?"

Magnus wondered about the origin of the girl's name. He asked if Fia knew anything about the girl's parents, knowing that they'd probably been killed in the attack the previous night. Just as Magnus once again pulled Fia into his lap to kiss and grope her, Ericsson entered the hut without knocking to report that the men were ready to return to the town to stage a raid. When he saw that his Earl was busy, he smiled and said, "There's no hurry, but … make sure you have some energy left over for the attack."

Magnus laughed as his friend departed, then laid Fia on her back upon their bed and fucked her long and hard until each of them had achieved their joy. In the afterglow, they kissed softly until Magnus whispered, "I want to put a son inside you."

He listened for her response … then fucked her hard and fast once again to more fully fill her womb with his seed. He had seen in her face during the first session the pain from his intrusion upon her swollen, sensitive pussy. But by the time he'd cum the second time, she seemed to be at ease with having him thrusting hard and long in and out of her.

"You can keep Kitty," he told Fia as he dressed again. Before he grabbed up his ax and sword, he called in Helga and Lora, a dark skinned Medicine Woman of about 30 who had been lifted from thrall to karl a decade earlier. "Lora, you will be in charge of the new slaves. I leave a man behind to help you. Aiden will make it clear to all before we leave that any resistance will be met with the blade."

Then, looking between Helga and Fia, Magnus said, "Fia, you will answer to Lora … and you will be in charge of the Norse."

Helga immediately began to object but -- seeing Magnus casually reach his hand to the hilt of his dagger -- went silent. She nodded respectfully to him, saying, "As you wish, Earl Magnus."

Without another word -- let alone a goodbye kiss or grope -- Magnus headed out of the hut, gathered with the warriors, and headed off for the town.