Authors: Constantine De Bohon
he won. He loved Brandr and admired his strength, but still felt on
edge about his ability to best such a seasoned warrior. Thorvald
was full of deceitful tricks and had no honor. Rolf would die before
allowing harm to come to his best and most beloved friend.
To Rolf’s frustration, they had lost both the captive and
Thorvald’s trail. They decided to try again the next morning and
returned to the cabin. Rolf had been surprised when Eirik
approached him with his request for Sky to dance.
She wasn’t a captive; it was rare for a free woman to dance
unless she had strong protection. The men could become a little
overwhelmed at the swivel of a woman’s hips.
Eirik told him that he had sworn to protect her and had
enlisted three other men, feeling the six of them should be enough.
After all it wasn’t as if she had any formal dance training. What
could it hurt?
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They could control the men after her simply swaying and
rocking, nothing to worry about. Rolf shrugged. He asked Sky and
she seemed eager enough and not afraid. After the annoying day he
had just had, Rolf thought a distraction would be most welcome.
After the children had been settled for the night, an area had
been cleared. Rolf and Brandr stood off to the side to watch Sky.
Brandr nudged him in the ribs and smiled. Rolf knew he was
amused. Brandr loved Sky, but had on numerous occasions
declared it was a good thing she was so damned cute and sweet
because she couldn’t do anything else. Rolf grinned in agreement
and wryly told him to never mind. This was something she wanted
to do and even if she was as horrible as Isibel, they would be
supportive and tell her she was wonderful. Brandr just shook his
head and chuckled. Secretly, Rolf hoped she wasn’t as bad as Isibel;
the woman’s dancing was not unlike a drunken goat escaping
slaughter.
The floor of the cabin was wooden but many fur rugs were
tossed around, as Sky was to dance barefoot. Rolf wanted no
splinters in her feet. When Sky moved to the middle of the room,
she raised her hands high over her head. Rolf saw her glance
around with some trepidation. The room, filled with massive
warriors and a few women, became so quiet he could have heard a
feather hit the furs beneath her tiny feet. Rolf smiled. She looked
so small and tempting. Her breasts were barely covered by a
leather strap of fur. She wore a simple flap of leather that dropped
across her behind and front. The material was very low and
revealing at the waist, exposing her entire left thigh and slit up the
other side. Most captive slaves danced nude but an exception had
been made. Sky wasn’t a slave; she was his and Brandr’s. With her
arms raised, the gentle swell of her rump was visible, peeking out
to tantalize. Her behind had long since healed and she was the
sweetest pale white. Like delicate meadow flowers.
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The flute began to play. It was slow and steady and Sky began
to swing her hips and rose to the balls of her feet, with her knees
bent. She found her rhythm. Murmurs of appreciation were heard
from many directions. It was soon apparent she could dance and
dance well. Every eye was on her. Rolf felt Brandr tense next to
him. His friend had gone from amused to shock. Rolf would have
laughed at Brandr’s wide-eyed expression but could feel his own
heart begin to pound.
By the Gods, she is a Valhalla Valkyrie come to life.
Sky moved as though she were part of the song; as though she
brought it to life. Rolf knew she had seen Isibel’s clumsy attempt
to tell a story through dance; the woman had failed miserably. Sky
danced like a master. Her body begged for protection. She stood
before man after man, rolling her hips reaching with her arms
pleading for someone to take her home with them and keep her
safe. Her eyes went from begging to seductive, making the men
sweat as her dance promised them anything in return.
When the man she was in front of reached for her, she danced
back spinning. They were given a tempting glance at her wares.
She moved to Eirik. Rolf knew she had no fear of the man and he
wondered how bold she would become. She trailed the backs of
her delicate hands down his unclad chest. Her sensuous mouth
pouted as she teased him into wanting her. Rolf saw Eirik tremble.
Thank the Gods Eirik was one who had promised her protection.
From the look on the man’s face, she would have needed
protection from him. Eirik’s jaw twitched.
Poor Eirik.
He clenched
and unclenched his sword hand. The man looked ready to battle
himself.
Sky looked at Eirik sadly when his hand began to rise. She
moved away, twirling, revealing her behind and front for a few
mere twists yet again to make every man in the room fall over
themselves for a look. It was part of the dance, to entice protection
through promises of heated desire.
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The pace of the music increased as the dancer became more
frantic in her search for a master’s protection. Was there no one
who would keep her safe if she were to offer her willing, eager
body in exchange? Sky was now in front of Rolf and Brandr. Sky
looked up at them both pleadingly with her huge brown beautiful
eyes and Rolf felt his heart melt. If she had been a captive and had
danced before him like this, he would have drawn his sword and
claimed her. He could tell Brandr felt the same. His lovesick friend
was almost beside himself to have her. His impressive erection was
straining toward her against his pants. Rolf sympathized, he knew
how his friend felt.
Sky dropped to her knees. A light sheen of sweat covered her
body. Her eyes were glazed with passion. He could tell she was
excited. He would swear he could smell her heat beckoning to
him. Her back bowed onto the furs before them writhing and
begging to be taken. When the dance finished she lay before them
both in submission, panting. Her arms held out in a pleading
gesture to be loved, to be made love to. Rolf could hear his heart
hammer in his chest. Sweat slid slowly down the side of his face.
The music stopped and for a moment all was quiet, until
Pandemonium broke out.
“I must have the woman!” a male bellowed.
Rolf and Brandr drew their swords and Sky screamed in panic.
She scrambled to her feet and hid, crouching, behind Rolf’s legs.
Many more swords were drawn and sparks flew as they
clashed. Many more women were screaming and running, hiding,
fleeing for safety in all directions.
Rolf engaged in battle with the man who swore he had to have
Sky. A massive bear of a man. They exchanged heated blows. Rolf
kept one eye on the sex-crazed man and watched as Sky and a
bunch of other women fled to a room to barricade themselves in.
The door slammed behind them.
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With Sky safe, Rolf returned the blows of the man eagerly.
All of his concentration was now centered on the clash at hand.
Rolf didn’t strike to kill; the man was a comrade after all. He
couldn’t blame the man for wanting Sky. Rolf himself had battled
not to take her on the floor when she had lain so enticingly before
him. By the Gods, she had been magnificent. But it was up to him
and Brandr to protect her. If they couldn’t, they didn’t deserve to
have her.
“Enough!” Eirik bellowed into the frenzy-filled room.
A few last hits of swords followed then the room went silent.
“Sky is not a captive for any man. She is Rolf’s and Brandr’s.
Tonight she is mine as well. Would you dare take what belongs to
your leader?” Eirik yelled.
“You never said she could dance like that,” Gulli growled
heatedly.
“I didn’t know,” Eirik replied. He looked at Rolf who
shrugged.
“I had no idea,” Rolf said, just as surprised. “And now she’s
hiding in terror.”
“Now we know and because you behaved like the fools you
are, I bet she will never dance again,” Brandr snapped.
The men groaned.
“But she
must
dance again,” Lud said.
“Rolf, talk to her. Tell her to dance again. She was not
harmed,” Cull pleaded.
“I’ll think about it,” he replied then grinned at Brandr.
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Chapter 7
“You’re all sex-craving lunatics!” Sky declared.
She marched past Rolf to sit at the table in the hut, fuming.
With her back ramrod straight, and her shoulders set, she glared at
them both. She had thought the men might get a little riled, but
not go insane. Swords had clashed and flown—that hadn’t
happened when Isibel danced. Eirik had battled three men at once.
And she had a sneaky suspicion one of the men Eirik had enlisted to
keep her safe had declared mutiny. All because of a little dance.
Once again, she was reminded that she was surrounded by
barbarians.
“It’s just been a while since the men have seen anyone dance
as well as you. It’s been years since a trained dancer has passed this
way. You are very good, Sky,” Brandr said soothingly. But she
wasn’t soothed…
she was pissed
.
“I had to crawl between legs, under tables, around furniture.
Flying sparks from swords zapped my butt. Little Leif stood in the
doorway waving his wooden sword calling me into the room. I was
being protected by a five-year-old boy with a wooden sword!” she
howled.
“It’s all right, Sky,” Brandr said. He dropped to his knees
before her. “We would never let anyone touch you. You were
never in any real danger.”
Sky glared at him. It had been so invigorating to dance for him
and Rolf. The look on Rolf’s face had meant so much to her. He
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had wanted her, and she had danced for him and then Brandr. They
had looked so handsome, her two proud warriors, and she wanted
them to be proud of her. This was something she could do the
other women couldn’t. Finally, she had something she could be
proud of that no one did as well in their village. She had seen the
looks of appreciation from everyone. It had been so exhilarating,
she never wanted the song to end. But it had. Then all hell had
broken loose. Hearing about battle-crazed Vikings was one thing,
experiencing it firsthand was another. She was grateful she had
lived through it. So many sparks from swords had lit the large dim
room, it had looked like the Fourth of July.
Why had she agreed to wear the skimpy costume? The fur
across her chest only emphasized her breasts, making them appear
larger. She never should have agreed to wear the revealing skirt
Katla had given her. Thinking about that, she clamped her legs
together. What had she been thinking?
“Sky,” Rolf began but she cut him off.
“Goodnight,” she said between clenched teeth.
She could see the hard-on both men had under their tight wolf
and leather pants.
Over my dead body.
Sky got up stiffly and went to
lay in the furs. She pulled a blanket around her indicating she
wanted to be left alone. She heard Rolf and Brandr argue quietly.
Before long she slept.
* * * *
Rolf stayed with Sky at the cabin the next day.
Leif was her shadow. Katla was helping her with the shirt she
was making.
Katla smiled at her.
“No,” Sky snapped in a grumpy tone.
“How did you know what I was going to ask?” Katla said
innocently.
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“Because a few of the other women have asked me to dance
again,” Sky grouched. “I don’t get it. The men were all hot and
bothered to have me last night. Don’t you find that offensive?”
“Not at all,” Katla replied with a secret smile. “Eirik came to
me after. Many men sought out their wives last night and if they
had as much fun in the furs as I did, I can understand their
disappointment in you not wanting to dance.”
Sky looked at her questioningly. “They want their husbands to
go nuts over me?”
Katla shrugged. “They can’t have you. The captive is gone and
there wasn’t a man in the cabin who wanted to wait for a turn after
you danced and the heat of the fight. Some of the wives have
complained that with the captive here they get no attention from
their husbands.”
“But I’ve seen how they took the captive. Their wives
wanted…”
“Don’t you have Brandr the same way?” Katla countered.
Sky could feel the blush heat her cheeks. “But it was so scary,
the way they started fighting.”
“Men fight, it’s what they do,” Katla said. “Next to screwing
with a woman, they like fighting best…or perhaps eating comes
next. That one’s always a guess.”