Authors: Constantine De Bohon
married woman, and she could tell just by a certain man‟s posture
he was ready to take action if anyone so much as approached her. It
was a little overwhelming and a whole lot daunting.
When the women finished, they gathered their things and said
goodnight. Hott and Ulfr both met her at the top of the hill. Each
took an arm, and she was escorted to the hut. Valerie felt her heart
race. She had been thinking of this all day.
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Chapter 7
When Valerie entered the hut, she noted another pallet had
been added to the floor with even more furs. She wondered if that
meant Ulfr was moving in. She placed the clean dishes on the table
and looked around thinking she would ask them tomorrow to
fashion shelves. She had no doubt they would accommodate her,
especially since she was about to accommodate them both.
Although feeling a small amount of trepidation, she was also
tingling with a certain anticipation. Still, she wanted to be
completely relaxed. Valerie reached for the flask that hung on a
wooden peg in the wall. She didn‟t want to get drunk, but it
helped her to loosen up, and she downed a few big mouthfuls in a
quick moment. Both men were watching her with some
amazement, Ulfr with more concern.
Valerie smiled a bit shyly at the man and his worried
expression. She realized how it must seem to them, especially Ulfr.
“You are handsome,” she explained as best as she could. “But
very large, I don‟t want to be nervous.”
She squeezed her hands together as though tensing up. Ulfr
looked confused. Valerie walked over to Ulfr and put her hand on
his cock. Then she looked pointedly at Hott and said, “Monster.”
Hott laughed and said a few words to Ulfr who smiled
broadly, obviously well pleased, and relieved. Ulfr then lifted the
flask to Valerie‟s lips and encouraged her to drink more of the
fermented beverage. She laughed, and downed more, enjoying the
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feel of Ulfr‟s hand as he slid his fingertips up and down her arm.
Hott had stayed back watching their exchange, and Valerie sensed
he was giving them some time. The palm of Ulfr‟s hand rested for
a moment on the side of her face in a loving gesture, and his voice
was throaty when he spoke a few words. She knew by his tone they
were endearments, he didn‟t want her to fear him—she didn‟t.
It didn‟t take her long to feel in the mood. Her body grew
warm and relaxed and she was ready to have them both. She placed
the flask back on the wall peg and felt Ulfr lift her tunic over her
head, her arms rose to aid him. Hott stepped forward and began
massaging both breasts while her hands were still in the air. No
doubt he was eager. His fingers rolled her nipples. Ulfr stroked her
hair from her neck and kissed her nape. Valerie‟s hand reached
back to stroke Ulfr‟s long hard length over his clothing, while her
other hand moved to do the same to Hott. Ulfr‟s hands felt so good
as he rubbed her back and shoulders easing any last feelings of
reservation away. Hott‟s one hand slipped low to rub at her clit.
He slid a finger inside and pumped her tenderly. He was saying
sweet-sounding words.
Valerie was guided to the pallets on the floor. Hott settled her
to her knees before them both with his hands on her shoulders.
Valerie looked up at the both of them, wondering where to start.
This was all so new to her, and she had a misgiving of being
awkward. Thankfully both men seemed inclined to let her choose
the pace. Tentatively one hand lifted to slide up Ulfr‟s inner thigh,
she felt his tremor. Valerie swallowed hard at the look in his eyes
as she stroked Ulfr‟s hard cock. Intense dark eyes gazed down at
her causing her to look away. Her heart skipped a beat, and she
shivered sensing a predatory passion.
Hott moved closer and with his hand to her head he eagerly
guided her mouth over him. Valerie would have chuckled if she
could have. It was apparent though Hott was willing to share—she
was his first. Though eager and somewhat territorial, he relaxed
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when Valerie gripped him in her other hand. She laved the tip of
Hott‟s erection. Drawing him deeply into her mouth she sucked
him hard, and he groaned. She ran her tongue up and down his
long length until droplets of cum spilled. He tasted so wonderful.
She wondered what Ulfr‟s flavor would be like. She turned her
face and began doing the same thing to Ulfr while she continued to
stroke Hott with her hand.
It was Ulfr‟s turn to clutch her hair within his hand as Valerie
gripped him and guided him into her mouth. She heard him groan
as her lips tightened around him. The feel of his hot velvety skin
against her tongue was as thrilling as Hott‟s. Ulfr moved against
her more forcefully and she accepted more of him, and then more
as her action encouraged him. She made little gasping sounds in the
back of her throat as he became more and more demanding.
Feeling a bit of panic her wild eyes lifted to Hott.
Hott lay down on the furs and his fingers settled into her hair,
tugging on her, taking control, he gave her no choice but to move
with him, and she released Ulfr. Hott pulled her body up over
him, and she straddled him. She felt his wet cock rub against her
opening making her equally wet on the outside as she was feeling
inside. She lifted her hips high and moaned as his hard length slid
inside her. His hand released her hair and he gripped her waist and
lifted her up then pulled her down. The sensation was as
fascinating as it felt fantastic. He was being very gentle; the hands
on her waist caressed her hip then ran up and down her spine.
She felt Ulfr behind her. His hand settled between her
shoulder blades, and he bent her forward. She braced her hands on
Hott‟s chest for balance. Hott held her still, and she jumped when
Ulfr‟s slicked finger slid into her ass. She groaned when she next
felt his head push its way into her behind. She felt hot and slick and
Hott was right, she was getting used to the feeling. But there was
so much more. Ulfr‟s grip was harder, not painful nor possessive,
just different from Hott‟s touch.
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Ulfr pumped in and out, slowly at first. The powerful
movement rocked her back and forth onto Hott. When she looked
down, Hott‟s eyes were closed. Ulfr had one of her breasts in his
hand, Hott had the other. Both were squeezing and kneading her.
Again each touch was different. Hott rolled her nipple in his fingers
while Ulfr pulled on her other, again not painfully and the feeling
wasn‟t unpleasant. Valerie tossed her head back, and she felt Ulfr‟s
hand at her throat. He nipped at her neck painfully, and she cried
out, then relaxed as he whispered soothing words and laved the
hurt with his tongue. Hott had nipped at her, but not as painfully.
Valerie was beginning to get the idea Ulfr liked sex with a bit of
male dominance—but how much? She tensed.
Valerie tugged Ulfr‟s hand from her throat and to her relief he
let go. His hand was once again on her breast, only this time his
touch was gentler. She relaxed, yes he did like rough, but not if it
frightened her. Ulfr‟s moist lips kissed her back and shoulders. His
touch was tender—restrained. She could feel it in the way his body
moved behind her, as though pulling a taut leash on his demanding
needs. But because of his control, she was safe to lose her own.
Valerie could feel her desire build. Now that she knew she
was in as much control as the two men, she wanted to experience
their power—not dominance. Her hips moved forward and back,
thrusting against them both eagerly. Soon both men were bucking
against her.
Valerie gripped Hott‟s hand that held her breast. He turned
her hand and placed it over her so she was squeezing her own
breast harder and harder. Her fingers pulled at her nipples much in
the same way Ulfr had, while Ulfr moved his hand to her front.
Ulfr worked his fingers against her clit, and she cried out. Her
knees grazed back and forth over the soft furs beneath her. Her
other hand found Hott‟s nipple, and she rolled it between her
fingers as she rolled her own under Hott‟s demanding hand.
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Hott shuddered when he came. He released her hand, and she
placed her hands on the pallet at either side of Hott for balance.
Ulfr wasn‟t finished with her yet. He laid her over Hott‟s body and
pumped into her. She could feel his pelvis slap against her behind.
He was more demanding than Hott had been. She cried out as he
thrust himself into her. She gasped for breath when she tensed and
went limp. Ulfr came right after she did with a howl. He slipped in
and out of her few more times slowly.
When Ulfr pulled away from her Valerie collapsed, sated,
between both men. Hott nuzzled her neck and kissed her long and
deep. Ulfr‟s lips were on the back of her neck. She could see Hott
grinning when their kiss ended. He said something to Ulfr who was
still breathing heavily. Ulfr nodded and rolled over, his back
pressed against hers. Hott kissed and caressed her, his thumbs
stroked her cheeks, and his hot breath bathed her face in soothing
words. Even she understood his meaning. She was Hott‟s. Ulfr
could have her to ease his needs—if she was willing, and she was.
But in the end it was Hott whom she belonged to. With Hott
warming her front and Ulfr curled up to her back, she fell asleep
feeling safe and protected.
When morning came Valerie was relieved to find no vermin
in the hut. Ulfr was gone, and Hott made sweet love to her again.
Once more he touched and caressed her. It felt like her body was
being worshipped by him. Powerful arms wrapped tightly around
her. His stunning blue eyes looked so happy as he stroked her hair,
kissed her eyelids. Though she didn‟t understand his words, she
knew his actions. He placed her hand over his heart and hers over
his—he loved her. She smiled just as brightly up at him, loving him
back.
Valerie arched her back when he entered her. His were
gliding strokes, and her hips rose to match his gentle movements.
They kissed, and she held tight to him, her arms wrapped around
his broad back. Her release was sweet.
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She dressed when they finished and went with the other
women to the river. She laughed and splashed at Hott who was
close and the other women laughed. The young girl‟s father glared
and snapped at Hott who stepped the proper feet away from the
other washing women. Valerie could have told the man he had
nothing to fear, she was keeping at least two Vikings very happy.
Feeling invigorated, Valerie trailed Hott back to the hut. She
managed to relay to him she would make him some breakfast. He
smiled and, after he kissed her, he left. Valerie bent over to pick
up her iron pot, thinking to fill it with water. To her horror she
felt a large hand go over her mouth and another around her waist.
She dropped the pot, gripped the two hands, and flipped the man
behind her into the wall.
Ulfr lay looking up at her stunned. Valerie gasped in surprise.
Ulfr rose and rubbed his behind.
“I was playing,” he informed her.
She caught the word for play in their language and realized
what he meant.
“Not a good idea to scare a woman in a village full of lusty
men,” she snapped.
He got the idea and looked at her contrite. “I am sorry, little
Valkyrie. Some women like play.”
She caught the jist of his meaning, and she felt a bit sorry for
him standing there rubbing his butt. “Warn me next time.”
“I am warning now,” he replied and winked at her.
Valerie sighed. She guessed it would soon be her rubbing her
behind. She wished Hott would just let his brother screw her
pussy. Ulfr approached like a wolf. The thought made her smile.
Hott had told her his brother‟s name meant wolf. He certainly was
predatory enough with his handsome dark looks, and his hard as
rock muscles. His smoldering gaze made her shudder with
apprehension. She sensed a need within this man. A hunger that
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craved satisfying, and her good judgment suggested he held back
with her when he was with his brother.
She had experienced a taste of what he craved last night. But
now Hott wasn‟t around. She was feeling a little apprehensive,
wondering if she should call Hott. Then she remembered Hott had
told her it was her choice. If she told Ulfr to leave he would have
no option but to go and leave her be. But did she want that? He
hadn‟t hurt her, not really, and the feeling, although a bit spooky,