Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 11:





Later that day, Margaret went looking for her closest friend, Fiona. She found her sewing in the solar. Fiona was in turn threading needles and looking out the window with a dreamy expression on her face.



“Fiona,” said Margaret with a smile. Fiona jumped in surprise.



“My lady,” said Fiona as her face flushed.



“You slept late this morn,” said Margaret.



“Yes,” said Fiona faintly as she ducked her face. Margaret watched as Fiona fidgeted with her embroidery for a few minutes. Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at Margaret with a detned ned look.



“Margaret,” said Fionaitanitantly. “I have something to confess. The Viking that came to the castle as a merchant, he and I…. Well…. His name is Leif and –“



“He is your lover,” said Margaret softly as she interrupted her.



“How did you know,” gasped Fiona.



“I knocked on your door earlier this morning,” said Margaret. “And you didn’t answer so I opened the door.”



“Oh no,” said Fiona as her face turned scarlet.



“You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” said Margaret with a little knowing smile.



“I…,” stuttered Margaret. “I was.”



“Was he your first lover,” asked Margaret lowly as she sat beside Fiona.



“Yes,” said Fiona as she gave a shy smile. Fiona then proceeded to her about the encounters in the bathroom and in her bedchamber.



“Are all men so domineering?” asked Fiona with genuine confusion.



“No,” said Margaret with a chuckle.



“He spanked me Margaret,” said a blushing Fiona. “And the shocking thing is I really…liked it. He made me feel things I didn’t think were possible.”



Margaret blushed as well as she looked at her friend speculatively. “Are you meeting later?”



“I told him that he shouldn’t risk coming to my bedchamber again,” said Fiona. “But that impossible man will, I know it! He doesn’t listen to me.”



“Ahh Fiona,” said Margaret with a smile. “I think you have found a man you cannot tell what to do.”



“I will try to be discreet Margaret,” said Fiona seriously. “My reputation and yours will not suffer.”



“Sometimes reputations are not everything,” said Margaret wisely.



“When he leaves,” said Fiona with a troubled face. “That’s all I will be left with.”



Margaret deftly turned the subject and began to tell Fiona of her deepest wish to see Moira again. After a long conversation, Margaret sent Fiona to gather the workmen that she would be sending to Leif’s captain, Haarald. She told Fiona to make sure the men were trustworthy and discreet. She sent for Leif as well.



“My lady,” said Leif as he looked at Fiona possessively when he entered the room. Fiona blushed and looked out the window.



“I am sending the workmen to your captain tomorrow morning,” said Lady Margaret. “I trust you and your companions will remain here until they return?”



“Of course, my lady,” said Leif smoothly. The Viking and Lady Margaret proceeded to lay in place plans that would keep the trade of workman a secret for the time being. Margaret was sending her most trusted clansmen to work on the ships.



Margaret excused herself from the room to ensure that the workmen were ready to go. Halfway down the stone stairs, her steward met her and informed her that the work party would be ready to go first thing in the morning. Margaret nodded her thanks and turned around to go back to her private solar. She wondered if the Viking was still there. She entered the solar through her bedchamber. There was a small corridor in between the two rooms. Margaret stopped when she heard a long low moan. She slowly opened the door a crack and peered into the solar. The scene made her face flame.



Leif was standing unashamedly nude in the bright sunlight of the solar. Margaret drank in the hard planes of his chest and thighs and stifled a gasp as her eyes dropped to his erect penis. From behind the door, she looked her fill of this virile attractive young man. She blinked when she realized where Fiona was. The Fiona she knew was a forceful smart woman. This Fiona was kneeling at this Viking’s feet in a submissive pose. Margaret watched in confusion as a nude Fiona levered up on her knees.



Margaret covered her mouth when Fiona grasped Leif’s straining penis and put it in her mouth. She watched shocked to her toes as Fiona licked then sucked the head of his red throbbing penis into her mouth. Fiona’s head bobbed up and down as Leif grasped her hair in his fist and urged her to take him deeper. Margaret could feel her stomach get warm and her face flush as she listened to Leif’s throaty moans. She licked her lips unconsciously when Fiona slid his thick cock out of her mouth and leaned back and looked into the Viking’s face. She shivered when Leif ran his slick penis over Fiona’s face in a lascivious gesture. She panted as Fiona got to her feet and the two lovers shared an intense passionate kiss. Margaret could see Fiona’s hands clinging to his broad shoulders and the man lifted her up and placed her on the solar table.



Margaret could feel the warmth in her belly liquefy and throb as Leif spread open Fiona’s thighs as she sat on the table. Margaret could see clearly as Leif settled himself between Fiona’s legs. Ls mos mouth captured one of Fiona’s nipples as he surged into her wet cleft with a groan of satisfaction. Fiona’s gasp of pleasure echoed through the room as Margaret watched Leif rock back and forth inside of the Gaelic woman’s sheath. Fiona’s nails dug into the Viking’s back as he fucked her on the table. Margaret jumped when she heard Leif begin to talk. His voice was low and seductive.



“What do you want Fiona,” gasped Leif as he slowed the speed of his thrusts.



“I want the same thing you want,” said Fiona with a soft sultry tone. She wrapped her legs around his slim hips and wiggled enticingly.



“I thought you were going to be my obedient woman?” said Leif with a slightly hard edge to his voice.



“You mean you don’t want this?” asked Fiona challengingly.



“Of course,” said Leif with a glitter in his eyes. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”



“Arrogant man,” said Fiona as she raked her nails down Leif’s back hard. Throughout this exchange Leif was still plunging in and out of her. He pulled away from her with a growl. Fiona panted on top of the table then shrieked when he tossed her over his shoulder and strode over to the window seat.



“No,” shrieked Fiona as he sat down and forced her over his knee. “They can see from the bailey.”



“We are too high up,” said Leif.



“No,” shrieked Fiona as Leif began to swat her backside in firm hard strokes. Margaret was frozen to her spot as she heard Fiona moan and saw her squirm over his knee. She was about to come to her friend’s rescue when a long low moan of passion from Fiona filled the air. A shocked Margaret watched as Leif plunged two of his fingers deep inside Fiona.



“Odin,” growled Leif with a note of passion. “You are slippery and very wet Fiona, you love it when I spank you. You like to provoke me.” His fingers pulsed deep inside her.



“Please,” moaned Fiona as she moved her hips.



“Come,” said Leif panting just as hard as Fiona. He moved her to her feet to stand facing away from him. “Come sit on my cock.” He moved her hips down as Fiona straddled his thighs and eased her pussy over his erection then sank down. Margaret watched with her thighs and heart pounding with desire as Fiona and Leif began to move against each other in wild unrestrained passion. She could see the Viking moving in and out of her friend with firm hard thrusts that were making Fiona mewl with desire.



She tried to swallow but her throat was dry when Fiona and Leif began to strain and buck against each other. She watched as Leif grabbed Fiona’s hips and urged her hard onto his lap. She could see Fiona’s face become rosy and flushed as she moaned his name over and over again. They stopped their urgent movements and Margaret stepped away from the languorous lovers and fled unseen to her bedchamber.



Margaret grabbed her cloak and rushed out to her private garden to be alone. A morass of tangled feelings and desires were making her run for her sanctuary. Her husband had never looked at her with the want and desire that Leif had looked at Fiona with. The memories of his hard firm body were making her thighs quiver. Her husband was a hunting man but hard sailing and extensive weapons training hewed Leif’s body. Margaret could feel her body make its wishes known to her. Her womb throbbed with desire. She stopped in her tracks in the middle of the garden. She was not alone.



The Cell ell boy was sitting on the benchkingking out towards the sea with a yearning and wistful expression on his face. But no, this boy was not a Campbell; his name was Olaf Hoiby. And he was not a boy; he was a young man. He turned and smiled at her.



Margaret approached him silently and sat down beside him on the bench. Her heat was pounding with desire as she looked into his eyes and ma qua quick decision. She took one of his hands in her own and settled its wh onh on her breast. Then she slid his unresisting hand into her bodice. She stifled a moan as his fingers curled around her tight aching nipple and rubbed. She gave a soft gasp as his other hand swiftly began to undo the laces on her bodice. She helped him then gave a low moan of desire as his other hand slipped into her dress and caressed her other breast.



Olaf’s head was pounding with lust and anticipation. He was surprised but quickly made the most of the situation when she appeared in the garden. He could feel her tremble as he squeezed and caressed her breasts. He leaned down and took a tight red nipple in his mouth as she grasped his head in her hands and urged him over to the other breast a moment later. He slid a hand under her skirts and slowly made his way along her leg. His hand faltered when he reached her thighs. He was suddenly unsure of himself. Olaf gave a low gasp as Margaret reached out and guided his hand into her hot wet cleft. He took his mouth off of her nipple and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were cloudy with passion as he explored her wet delicate folds with his light fingers. He found and stroked her clitoris as she stiffened under his clever fingers.



Margaret stiffened as a spasm of pleasure shook her body under this Viking’s hands.



“You are so beautiful,” said a slightly awed Olaf sincerely as his fingers moved against her.



Margaret moaned as she saw the light in his eyes as he looked at her. No man had ever looked at her like that. She closed her eyes as he moved closer and captured her mouth a soft seeking kiss. His lips moved against her own insistently so she opened her mouth for his clever tongue. The kisses turned from sweet to sucking as he plundered her willing mouth. Margaret groaned against his mouth when he pulled his hand from under her skirts and urged her to the ground beside the bench. She helped him as he tossed up her skirts to her waist. She watched as he unbuttoned his breeches with slightly trembling hands. She shivered as he moaned when she touched his eager erection that protruded from his breeches. And Margaret spread her legs willingly as Olaf settled in between her thighs.



Olaf threw back his head and said her name when he entered her tight cleft with his stiff cock. He licked his lips as he savored the clinging wetness of her pussy he he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in. He repeated this movement over and over again and watched her face - the face that had haunted his dreams for years. But the reality felt so much better. Olaf reveled in her clinging wet sheath as he moved his hips in between her thighs.



Margaret panted as Olaf moved on top of her. His cock was long and very thick. He was much bigger than her husband was. He filled her almost to bursting. She gasped with surprise when he had entered her for the first time. But the slickness of her sheath had made his path easy. Margaret shivered as his cock touched places in her that no man had ever before and wriggled under his hard thrusting body. When his fingers curled around hipplipples, she gave a long high moan. And moved her hips up to meet his thrusts.



Olaf bit his lip as he struggled to hold on to the sweet sensations that were running through his body. He moved harder and fasterMargMargaret began to pant and thrash underneath him. He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her cries of fulfillment. He could feel her sheath squeezing at his erection as he stabbed into her with lightening fast thrusts. He felt the pleasure burst over him as he made to pull his cock from her pussy and come on her belly. Her legs wrapped around his hips tightly so he sank every inch deep inside her and came with a low growl. He arched his back as he spurted his semen deep inside her womb.



Margaret could feel his cock swell inside her just before Olaf made to pull out of her sheath. Her orgasm had left her breathless but she was till coherent enough to pull him deep inside her. She wanted him to come inside her. She moaned in satisfaction as she felt his semen splash against the walls of her clenching sheath. She moaned in surprise as a jolt of pleasure shook her body again and again as they both came.



They panted in the garden together until Olaf pulled out of her and leaned back on his haunches to look at her. Margaret got up off her back and began to lace her bodice back up but Olaf stopped her. He pulled her bodice down to her waist then tossed his own tunic over his head. Margaret stared at his hard chest and blinked at him.



“Take your hair down,” ordered Olaf as he swiftly took his clothes off. Margaret gasped then moaned as Olaf took her hand and put it over his awakening sticky penis. He looked seriously into her eyes. “I want to see your beautiful hair around your naked body. I want to hear you moan for me again. I want to feel you come when I am inside you again. I want you Margaret.”



Margaret looked into his determined eyes and felt his sticky cock lengthen under her fingers. She leaned back and let her hair down.