Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 12:



A/N: Sorry about the long delay, but I had to think about where this story is going. I’m done thinking now.



Innesfain Castle: The Next Morning:



Margaret slowly woke up the next morning as the dawn broke the over the eastern horizon. She stretched and winced as her sore muscles protested. Margaret blushed as her memory returned and she turned to look at the young man sharing her bed.



Olaf was lying on his stomach sprawled out beside her. One possessive arm was draped over her waist and a muscular thigh was thrown over her hips. Margaret shifted and stroked his dark hair softly as he continued to sleep. It felt like a lifetime had passed but it had only been a day since she took Olaf as her lover.



Margaret smiled as she remembered how guilty she had felt last night as she presided over the evening meal. She had sat at the high table and willed herself not to look at him. But she could not stop thinking about him. The taste of his lips, the feel of his smooth muscled arms, the sound of hoansoans haunted her. She had been embarrassed by the fact that she had been sore between her legs as she sat there - a soreness that he had caused. She had also been embarrassed by how much she still wanted him. The meal had seemed to last forever.



The memory made her shift her legs and she winced again. Margaret thought back to the previous night.

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Flashback:



It was late, but Margaret couldn’t sleep. She paced back and forth in her chambers after dismissing her maids for the night. She tightened her robe around her waist and sat before the fire and stared into the flames lost in thought.



She had glanced at Olaf as she was leaving the main hall. She had been aware of him completely throughout the entire meal. Her heart had sunk as shtchetched him flirt with a young maid. She had turned resolutely away and had made her way to her chambers after seeing the steward of the castle. The workman had made their way safely to the waiting Vikings. They had been told that it was secret deal between the clan and the northmen. The workmen grumbled but went for the good of the clan. The clan always came first. Margaret had spent her life dedicated to the good of the clan.



A noise startled her from her gloomy thoughts. She looked towards the small hallway that led to her solar. The noise had come from there. She stood and was about to call out for her guards when Olaf stepped through the half-opened door with his finger over his lips.



“The guards,” gasped Margaret softly. Her heart soared and hammered uncomfortably against her ribs. “How did you-“



“I hid in the solar after the evening meal,” interrupted Olaf with a cocky grin on his handsome young face. “No one saw me come in.”



“You shouldn’t be here,” said Margaret breathlessly. Olaf had come to stand beside her. He was taller than she was. She looked up into his smiling face. “Why are you here?”



Olaf didn’t answer but he pulled her into his arms and slanted his mouth over her own. Margaret gave up the pretense and wrapped her arms around him. Her mouth opened under his demanding lips and she moaned as he explored her mouth with his eager tongue. They clung to one another kissing frantically and hungrily.



Margaret panted after Olaf released her mouth reluctantly many minutes later so they could breathe. She gasped when his hands tugged off her robe and she stood before him nude and shivering in the firelight. She moaned when he lowered his dark head and tugged at her rosy nipples with his lips and laved them to hard pointed peaks with his moist tongue. She shivered when his other hand ran slowly down her stomach and delved into her mound. His knowing fingers dipped into her wet cleft and stroked her as his mouth sucked on her nipples.



Margaret tugged at his head and he left her breasts to kiss her again.



“Olaf,” gasped Margaret against his mouth when he slipped a long finger into her soft pussy. She looked into his slumberous eyes as he slowly moved his finger inside her sheath. A tingling wave of pleasure ran up her spine. “Ohhhh.”



“Margaret,” whispered Olaf softly as he pulsed his finger deep inside her. “You are so tight and wet.”



Margaret clung to his shoulders and gave a high gasp as he slid another finger into her pussy and moved the two fingers back and forth inside her.



“You feel so good,” said Olaf with a groan as he rotated his cloth covered erection against her stomach. “Odin, your sweet little pussy is going to feel so good when I slide my cock into it. You are still so tight even after the stretching I gave your sheath this afternoon.”



Margaret moaned softly at his erotic words. Her hands slid to his waist as she tugged on the waistband of his breeches with nerveless fingers. She gave a disappointed protest when he pulled his fingers out of her hungry cleft and stepped away from her. Margaret smiled when she saw him grin and swiftly pull his clothing off. She watched hungrily as his hard abdomen, muscled thighs and red erect penis were unveiled.



Margaret shivered as he gathered her against his nude body and purred as he ran his hot leaking penis over her stomach and thighs. They kissed frantically as they made their way to the bed.



Margaret opened her eyes when she found herself lying on the bed on her back with her legs over the side. She watched panting as Olaf stood over her supine body and opened her thighs for his slim hips. He pulled her ankles up to lie on his shoulders. She could see him as he took his erect penis and sank into her cleft. She gave a strangled cry at the erotic sight.



Olaf groaned throatily as he sank into Margaret’s tight sheath. He looked into her passion glazed eyes and gave a tight grin. He watched her face as she watched his cock slid in and out of her tight wet pussy. He looked down and he could see how tightly stretched her nether lips were. He could feel and hear how slippery she was as he rocked inside her sheath. Olaf closed his eyes and savored the sensation of being deep inside Margaret. His hips moved as he took his pleasure.



Margaret hazily could hear herself moan then give sobbing little cries as the waves of pleasure racked her body again and again as he fucked her hard and fast. She looked up into his face and moaned. His face was flushed with passion and desire. His cheeks began to go red as his hips moved faster and faster still. Margaret gave a choked cry as she shuddered against his throbbing erection.



“Come inside me,” moaned Margaret as she saw him make a move to pull out of her pussy. “I want to feel you come in me.”



Olaf groaned then grabbed her hips and rammed his penis as deep inside her sheath as he could go and spurted his semen deep inside her and he jerked and shuddered on top of her. He had collapsed against her body.



Margaret panted under his hard body. Her legs had dropped to wrap around his his hes he panted hard on top of her. His weight felt delicious to Margaret as she stroked his sweaty back.



Some time later, he rolled off of Margaret and then gathered her up against his nude sweaty torso and rolled them both to the middle of the large bed. He settled on top of her curves with a sigh of contentment and stroked her skin possessively as he kissed her throat. When Margaret murmured something about the cold he covered them both with a counterpane and continued to kiss her.



“I was waiting all night for that,” said Olaf lazily as he touched her hair with a possessive gleam in his blue eyes.



“As was I,” said Margaret truthfully as she stroked her young lover’s tousled dark hair.



“Aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant,” asked Olaf with a touch of confusion.



“No,” said Margaret firmly.



“Oh,” said Olaf as he assumed that she knew how to prevent that from happening. He then smiled and ran his awakening penis along her semen damp cleft. Margaret shivered with surprise. She had just assumed that he was going to sleep like her husband.



Olaf wrapped her hand around the shaft of his thickening cock and gave her a bright smile, “I’m young my lady and very hungry.”



Margaret bit back a moan as his hot mouth captured her own in a sucking passionate kiss.



“I want to show you what else you can do with your delicious mouth,” moaned Olaf. His eyes glittered with passion as his head dipped to tease her breasts.



Margaret gasped and blushed as she remembered Fiona on her knees in front of Leif. She wrapped her arms around Olaf and gave herself up to the pleasure of his embrace.



End of Flashback.



Margaret came back to herself when she felt Olaf’s callused hand caress her breast. His thumb teased at her nipple as she looked into his sleepy eyes. A stab of desire went through her.



“You must go soon,” said Margaret with regret. She arched her breast into his hand. He stroked her nipple.



“But you are still hungry,” whispered Olaf.



“It is your hands,” said Margaret helplessly as he stroked her stomach. She opened her mouth for his tongue when he slanted his mouth over hers and then levered up on his hands over her quivering body.



Margaret could feel his cock as it trailed over her stomach. The blunt head of his erection dipped towards her cleft as Olaf urged her thighs to part in the early morning light.



Margaret blushed as she opened her legs for him. She could see him so clearly. Her hand dipped down to run down his flat hard stomach to grasp his smooth hot penis. Another stab of desire ran down her spine as she guided him into her sticky sore pussy. They both groaned as he sank inside her.



“How do you get so hard so fast,” whispered Margaret against his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched into his slow lazy thrusts.



“I want you so badly,” whispered Olaf. “I get hard just by smelling your hair or touching you.” He lowered his face into her hair and rotated his hips slowly as he slid in and out of her.



Margaret sleepily thought that this type of love making felt just as good as the hard fast thrusting. His hips were making lazy circles and her pussy began to heat up and stabs of pleasure were flowing down her spine.



Olaf savored the feel of her sticky wet sheath and he moved his hips in from side to side. He could feel the desire grow in his loins like a slow building heat rather than a sudden conflagration. Slow, deliberate thrusts were just as pleasurable as the deep stabbing plunges into her depths. He kissed her soft mouth intently as he rotated his hips.



When her orgasm came, it was like single wave of intense feeling that washed over her like a warm soothing bath. It began at her toes and washed over her to the top of her head. It was long and lingering. She arched her back and moaned his name over and over again.



Olaf’s orgasm came over him righter ter he felt her stiffen in his arms. His spine tingled with pleasure as he arched his back and moaned her name. He felt like his entire body was pouring itself inside her as he came in her sheath. The pleasure was intense. He clung to her panting body and wriggled his hips so he could stay deep inside her for as long as possible.



“I don’t want to leave you, Margaret,” said Olaf after he finally levered off of her.



“I don’t want you to leave me either,” said Margaret as she reached over and kissed his face. “But you have to.”



“I know,” said Olaf intensely.



“Come to me tonight,” said Margaret just as intensely.



“I will,” vowed Olaf.





A Few Miles Down the Coast:



“Haarald,” said a voice from the mast excitedly. “I see prows.”



Haarald looked up the mast intently as he hurried to the middle of his dragon . He. He had sent one of the lesser strider ships with the Scottish workman to the trading post a few hours ago. He didn’t wish to go himself but he had sent his most trusted captain. First, he needed to wait for Leif and secondly, he did not want to give Sonja up. Her father owned that trading post. Her father may have figured out where Sonja was. He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to manage it but he was never letting her go.



“The strider,” asked Haarald with a worried expression.



“No,” said the Viking from on top of the mast. “They are dragon ships- at least five.”



“Do you think help came that quickly,” said Haarald with disbelief.



“Denmark is only two weeks away with good winds and fair weather,” said another Viking with a smile. “We were on that island for over a month. It was plenty of time for the others to get back and get help.”



“Odin,” said another Viking hopefully. “I can already taste the mead.”



“Just in case,” said Haarald as he turned for his cabin. “Arm yourselves. It may be someone unfriendly. But keep the arms under cover. No need to antagonize a brother Norseman, eh?”



Haarald went looking for Sonja. He didn’t want her in harms way in case the dragon ships were unfriendly.



Ten Miles to the East of the Castle:



“My lord,” said a Scots horseman as a troupe of Gaelic warriors galloped through the mud. “We should make the castle by this evening at the latest.”



“Good,” said Lachlan MacLean as he grinned at the men behind him who were wearing a different tartan. “My Campbell brothers look in dire need of a warm bath and a hot wench.”



“True,” said Archie Campbell as he slogged a splash of mud from his face with a grimace. “Whatever possessed me to agree to one of your mad hunting schemes MacLean, I don’t know.”



“The hunting to the south of the castle is superb Campbell,” said Lord MacLean to Lord Archibald Campbell - head of that proud Highland clan. “My lady wife sets a fine table. I trust Margaret will not be too displeased that I have neglected to send word that I am coming home early and with guests. But no mind, she’s a good hostess. She would be a perfect wife if she were not barren. I sometimes think it was too bad that her twin sister went to that convent rather than Margaret. I might have children by now.”



Lord MacLean neglected to see the dark looks sent his way by several of the MacLean guardsmen. Lady Margaret was the real leader of the clan.