Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 13:



Innesfain Castle: Later that Night:



Margaret had spent the day in a blissful trance. She thought about Olaf all day. In her mind’s eye, she could see him and his dark hair lying against her breasts. She remembered his passionate eyes and hoped that night would come soon.



Every now and again, Olaf would look towards the raised dais and willed Margaret to look at him. Her eyes would drift towards him, and they would exchange secret smiles.



Lars whispered something that Olaf didn’t hear so he tore his gaze reluctantly away from his lover and looked is bis best friend.



“Where were you last night?” asked Lars quietly. “Leif spent his evening with Lady Fiona. I looked for you.”



Olaf gave a non-committal shrug and gave Lars a quiet satisfied smile.



Just before the meal ended, a commotion was heard at the door. Olaf and Lars stiffened as the doors of the Hall were flung open and a large group of mud splattered men came through the door. Margaret got to her feet.



“My lady,” boomed out Lachlan MacLean. “I do hope we haven’t missed the evening meal.”



With that statement, Olaf realized to his disappointment that the lord of the castle was home. At that same moment, so did Lady Margaret. Her first thought was of Olaf. She masked her disappointment and ordered meals and baths for the returning men. In the ensuing commotion, she risked looking for Olaf. He was watching her. Margaret hoped he knew that he could not visit her tonight. Occasionally, Lachlan came to her bed after a long trip.



Later that Night:



Olaf listened from his hiding place in the solar to the sounds of Margaret preparing for bed. Her ladies bustled around her. The sounds of other voices faded and Olaf made his way stealthily to the small hallway separating her bedchamber from her solar. He could see her standing in front of the fire. He could see her body outlined against the fire and his entire body came to life.



“Margaret,” whispered Olaf.



Her head jerked up in surprise and horror.



“Olaf,” whispered Margaret as she rushed over to the solar door. “You can’t be here. He might come.”



“Your husband,” said Olaf with a scowl. He wrapped a possessive arm around her waist.



“Yes,” said Margaret with a sorrowful look. “You must go before he gets here.”



“Maybe he won’t come,” said the Norse boy as he slipped his hand under her robe and stroked her smooth skin.



“He will,” said Margaret as she bit back a moan. His hand had cupped her breast and his thumb was teasing her nipple. Her nipple stiffened under his petting fingers.



“I don’t want him to touch you,” said Olaf hotly as his eyes glittered.



A part of Margaret was thrilled by the possessiveness in his voice. She gave a low moan as his fingers trailed down her taut stomach. She licked her lips when his fingers dipped into her cleft. She trembled under his stroking fingers.



“I don’t want him to hurt you,” said Margaret against his pouting mouth.



His mouth claimed hers in a fierce demanding kiss. Margaret clutched at his shoulders and opened her mouth under his demanding mouth. She sucked on his invading tongue. Olaf gave a low groan.



Margaret panted as Olaf turned her to lean against the door. She braced herself against pan panels. She could feel the smooth leather of his breeches against her backside and her thighs. He had pushed up her robe and had used his knees to part her legs. Margaret moaned and spread her legs further apart for her young lover.



Olaf ran a hand down her soft arse and then ran a finger down her wet throbbing cleft. His other hand was freeing his pulsing erection from the confines of his breeches. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and drove his cock deep inside her. Margaret gave a soft cry of surprise. Olaf grasped her hips in his hands and moved her into his thrusts.



Margaret swallowed her cries in her throat as she felt every pulsating inch of him drive into her body over and over again. She arched her hips back as they began a rhythm as old as time itself. She clutched at the wooden panels as he rocked her body back and forth.



Olaf closed his eyes and savored the feel of her wet sheath. He moved his hips faster and faster. eacheached around their laboring bodies and slipped his fingers into her wet cleft. He found her hard nub and began to stroke her until Margaret stiffened underneath him. When he felt her come against his stiff erection, he allowed himself to drive his cock deeper and harder into her welcoming depths. He came inside her a few breathless moments later.



Olaf panted against her hair for several minutes as he savored the feel of her body pressed against his.



“My Margaret,” murmured Olaf.



“Yes,” said Margaret dreamily. Both lovers stiffened when they heard a commotion outside the door leading to the hallway.



“Hide,” said Margaret frantically.



“I am not afraid,” said Olaf aggressively. “He is old. I could easily take him.”



“For me,” said Margaret pleadingly. She put her hands on his chest and her eyes begged him to go.



“Fine,” said Olaf as he made his way quickly through the door leading to her solar.



Margaret had just closed the door behind Olaf when her husband came striding through the other door.



“Margaret,” said Lachlan with an oblivious smile. “You are in good looks this evening. Did you go riding this morning?” He sat on one of the chairs beside the fire.



Margaret smoothed her robe and she walked towards her husband slowly. To Margaret’s horror, she could feel Olaf’s semen running down one of her legs. She went to a table near the fire and got her husband a goblet of wine.



“Tell me of your trip,” said Margaret evenly as she sat down in the chair opposite her husband. She listened and nodded at the right times as he told her of her trip. She was only listening with half an ear. She smothered a nervous titter when she realized that she was sitting in front of the fire with her husband, her cleft sticky with her lover’s semen while her much younger lover was hiding in the next room.



Margaret got to her feet and refilled her husband’s cup and jumped in shock when his hand caressed her backside.



“You are very pretty today Margaret,” said her husband lazily. “Your face is flushed and your nipples are harid yid you miss me?”



“Yes,” lied Margaret as his fingers drifted up to touch her hard nipples through the silky robe. She shuddered as he rubbed her tight nipple under the robe. His fingers felt strange and somehow wrong on her body.



“We should move this conversation to bed,” said her husband as he grasped her nerveless cold hand and led his wife to the large bed.



Margaret’s mind was racing as she realized that he would know when he touched between her legs that Olaf had been there recently. She struggled for a way to distract him.



“Let me help you,” said Margaret. She helped her husband with his clothes. She undressed him as he looked at her in surprise.



Margaret looked into his eyes unflinchingly as she caressed his now stiff erection.



“My,” said Lachlan throatily. “This is quite the change.”



“A wise woman came to the castle while you were away,” said Margaret as she got to her knees in front of her surprised husband. “She told me that I should try harder to please you.”



Margaret dipped her mouth and took his smooth hard cock in her mouth. She licked at the head delicately. She could hear husbhusband’s incoherent moans. She stroked his slick penis with her hands.



“She told me how to please you with my mouth,” said Margaret as her hands moved up and down. “She said if I did this then our chances for a child were better.”



“She did, did she?” asked her husband hoarsely. He smiled when she shrugged off her robe to reveal her full breasts. He moaned when the wet heat of her mouth closed over his cock again. Mart let leaned in and sucked at his throbbing erection. As he moaned above her, Margaret quickly and carefully wiped away the evidence of her tryst with Olaf from between her legs with her discarded robe.



When her husband stopped the bobbing of her head, Margaret sucked in her breath and trembled for what was to come. She bit her lip as Lachlan tossed her on the bed and proceeded to plunge inside her. She held her arms around his back and felt his muscles tighten as he strained on top of her. She hooked her legs up around his waist and heard his pants and moans get louder. She arched her hips under his thrusts and gave encouraging noises in her throat. Lachlan stiffened over her and proceeded to come inside her quivering sheath. Margaret stroked his back as he regained his breath on top of her. Throughout it all, Margaret felt strangely detached from the entire thing. For once, he felt pleasant but he did not give her the spine tingling rush that Olaf did.



Margaret looked at the ceiling and realized that it wasn’t the mechanics of Lachlan’s love making that was lacking for her. Lachlan did not see Margaret like Olaf did. She could see the want and desire in Olaf’s eyes every time he touched her. She could feel the passion in his hands as he stroked her skin. To her husband, she was his simply his wife. To Olaf, she was his woman.



“Margaret,” said Lachlan with a satisfied grin a while later. He shifted off of her pliant body. Margaret gave him a steady smile.



“Did I please you,” asked Margaret seriously.



“You did,” said Lachlan as he stroked her hair thoughtfully.



“Good” said Margaret. She got up and put her robe back on. “Are you spending the night, my lord?”



“I am going hunting early in the morning my dear,” said Lachlan as he got out of his wife’s bed. He put his breeches back on and shrugged into his shirt. “I do not want to disturb you. I will be back in the afternoon. Perhaps, you will have some …time for me later?”



“Of course,” said Margaret as she watched her husband leave for his bedchamber with a soft smile on her lips. When the door closed behind him, the smile faded. Margaret went to a side table and poured water into a basin. She opened her robe and began to wipe her husband’s seed from her body with slightly trembling hands.



Margaret could feel him standing behind her but she did not turn around. She rubbed the cloth between her legs harder.



“Margaret,” said Olaf against her hair.



“He is my husband,” said Margaret fiercely. “He has his rights.”



“I know,” said Olaf seriously. He rubbed her arms soothingly.



Margaret turned suddenly and buried her face in Olaf’s tunic. She trembled as he stroked her hair.



“While he was touching me,” whispered Margaret. “All I could think of was you. How much I wished it was you touching me. /> />


Olaf’s hands pushed her robe off of her shoulders and swept down to caress her breasts. Margaret pushed them harder into his hands. She gasped as his mouth dipped to run his tongue lightly around the edges of her nipples. When his mouth finally tugged on her rosy nipple, she moaned. Her thighs pulsed with sensation. She tugged on his hair and pulled him up to kiss her. They kissed frantically as Margaret tugged his clothes off.



This time when she got to her knees in front of this man, she smiled into his passionate eyes. She kissed and suckled his throbbing cock. His moans made her temperature rise and the throbbing between her legs accelerated. She felt his hands in her hair as he urged her to take him deeper. She obeyed and was thrilled to hear his sighs of pleasure. She redoubled her efforts.



“Odin,” groaned Olaf. “Enough Margaret. Your sweet mouth is killing me.”



Olaf lifted her nude body to sit on the table. He pushed the basin impatiently away as Margaret wantonly spread her thighs for him. He gave a low chuckle as Margaret eagerly took his throbbing penis and guided it into her throbbing wet cleft. He twisted his hips and drove into her softness with a low sigh of pleasure.



Margaret threw her head back and gasped out his name incoherently as she wrapped her legs high around his waist and wriggled into his thrusts. They looked into each other’s eyes intently as the erotic rhythm consumed them both.



Margaret felt like flames were licking up her thighs as a strong burst of pleasure flooded her senses. She clutched at his strong shoulders as the waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again. She opened her dazed eyes and watched him drive into her. His thrusts were getting wild and erratic but she held on to him tightly. She watched his handsome face contort with what looked like almost painful pleasure and felt a burst of warmth deep inside her. Margaret threw her head back as an orgasm crept up on her at that moment flooding her senses with bone deep satisfaction.



Later, as they lay in her bed, their bodies wrapped around one another, Olaf gave her a serious intent look.



“I’ll kill him for you,” said Olaf as he stroked her hair possessively.



“You cannot,” said Margaret just as seriously. “He is for better or worse my husband and my kinsmen as well. The clan chose him for me. I will not tear my clan asunder.”



“You are my woman,” said Olaf with a stubborn look in his eyes.



“I am,” said Margaret with an intense whisper. “But I am also his wife.”



“I‘ll do anything for you,” said Olaf intensely. “I love you Margaret.”



Margaret stiffened then her face crumpled and she began to cry softly.



“What’s wrong,” asked Olaf with a saddened and worried gaze on her tearful face.



“No man has ever said that to me,” said Margaret as she stroked his face soothingly. “The hard part is that I love you too Olaf. I think about you all the time. I want you all the time. I will die inside when you go. And soon, you will have to go.”



Olaf’s face saddened as he realized the truth to her words.



“I don’t care,” said Olaf as he feathered kisses across her tearstained face. “I will still go on loving you Margaret.”



“I hope so,” said Margaret as she threw her arms around his neck. “Because I believe I will too.”



“I mean it,” said Olaf intently. “I will do anything for you.”



“Really,” said Margaret as she shifted to her back and pulled his long frame over her welcoming body. “Give me a part of you, Olaf. Leave me with your child.”



“Anything,” whispered Olaf as he kissed her throat and rolled over her body to lie between her thighs.





In a Fjord down the Coast from Innesfain Castle:



Haarald could feel the relief and happiness crash over him when his dragon ship got within sight of the fleet of Norse ships.





“Haakon Hoiby,” said Haarald with an answering grin and a wave.



“Your father is in the ship farthest from this one,” yelled Haakon Hoiby. “But before you sail for the ship, tell me, where is my son, Olaf? Is he safe?”



“He is well,” yelled Haarald. “But it a long tale to tell. Come and anchor near my father’s ship and I will tell you a story you must see to believe.”