Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 14:



Sonja curled up under the heavy blanket on the beach under the waning autumn sunlight. She gave Haarald’s stepmother a shy smile when she handed Sonja a goblet of warm wine. Sonja gazed at the line of beached strider ships with awe. She looked out into the firth at the array of large dragon ships and shivered. This was a flof Vof Viking ships. As far as she could tell, they were here to find Haarald. She shivered as she realized that her lover was from a very wealthy Norse family.



Kati smiled at the shy little girl her stepson had stolen. They had stopped at the small trading island and found a hysterical mother and a furious father. Bulwyl had soothed their injured feelings and assured them that he would bring their daughter back to them. But Kati had a feeling this promise would be hard in keeping. She had seen the possessive way Haarald looked at this delicate beautiful girl. And the adoring way this girl looked back at him.



“Would you like to go back to your tent,” asked Kati gently.



“I will wait for Haarald,” said Sonja with a determined look at the kind lady.



“Your parents miss you,” said Kati.



“I miss them too,” said Sonja passionately. Her voice dipped. “But…. I do not want to leave him.”



She jumped to her feet as the group of Viking men sitting around the bonfire down the beach broke up. Two tall blonde men and a younger red-haired man came towards the tents. Sonja dashed out to meet Haarald. He curled his hand around her waist and led her into their tent. The younger man drifted off to the edge of the sea to give his parents privacy. Barni, Bulwyl’s third born son, had schemed his way into coming along on the rescue mission.



i,” i,” said Bulwyl as he sat down on a camp chair by the fire in front of the largest of the tents. “I have news that concerns you.”



“What of the girl, Sonja,” asked Katie as she stood behind her husband and soothed his tense shoulders.



“The impetuous boy insists on marrying her,” said Bulwyl with a sigh. “He cannot keep her as a captive. She is Norse. So he says he’ll keep her as a wife.”



“Young love,” said Katie soothingly.



“Yes,” said Bulwyl with an eyeroll. “Haarald refuses to give her up. We are going to owe that family a hefty bride price. He had her virginity.”



“It could be for the best,” said Kati practically. “We needed a place on this trade route where our ships are sure to find a safe port. We could develop the island. She is an only child. Put it into her wedding contract that she is to inherit the post.”



“My practical wife,” said Bulwyl with a grin as he pulled her onto his lap. He gave her a soft kiss. He looked into her green eyes seriously.



“That is not everything,” said Kati perceptively.



“Kati,” said Bulwyl. “Do you remember where you were born?”



“I can remember the castle mostly,” said Kati with a far away look.



“And your name was Moira,” said Bulwyl intently.



“I haven’t heard that name spoken aloud since I was thirteen,” said Kati. “I am Kati Tjessem now. How did you know my -.”



“Moira MacLean,” said Bulwyl intently.



“Yes,” said Kati faintly. She looked wildly around.



“We are just a few hours from your childhood home, my love,” said Bulwyl gently as he stroked his wife’s back.



“My…my sister,” asked Kati with a choked sob.



“Lady Margaret MacLean,” said Bulwyl. “Has provided tradesmen to repair our damaged dragon ship at the outpost. They are on their way now. She knows that you are still alive but not that you are so near.”



“Oh Bulwyl,” said Kati shakily as she clung to her husband. “I thought that I would never see Margaret again. I will be able to see her, won’t I?”



“Haarald tells me that the castle is a stronghold overlooking a smaller village,” said Bulwyl as he soothed his anxious wife. “There are a great many fighting men in that castle.”



“And they would instantly go to arms if they saw the dragon prows come over the horizon,” said Kati with a sigh of defeat. “I could write her instead.”



“I thought maybe you would write and see whether or not your sister could prepare the way for us,” said Bulwyl with a faint smile. “Haarald tells me that she is quite clever. She saw immediately that the ‘traders’ had seen her face before. She was always hoping of news of you. She arranged to meet Leif Gunnarson in private almost immediately after. It was the quite the shock, I am sure, to see your face so far from Denmark. Your sister takes after you, my clever wife.”



“Margaret never forgot me,” said Kati as her eyes shimmered with tears. “Are you sure, my lord, that it would be wise for me to try to see her? I should just write a letter and hope to see her in the future.”



“Do you want to see your sister, my love,” asked Bulwyl as he lifted her trembling chin with his finger.



“More than anything,” whispered Kati.



“Then shalshall,” said Bulwyl with a commanding air. He gave his wife a cocky grin.



“I love you,” said Katie as she threw her arms around his neck and gave him a slow lingering kiss.



“I have never seen the inside of a Gaelic castle,” said Bulwyl. “At least, not e ite it was still standing.”



Kati gave her husband an affectionate kiss and got to her feet.



“Barni,” chided Kati. “You are going to get a cold. Come out of those waves.”



“Mama,” hissed Barni. His red hair glowed in the light of the setting sun. “I am not a babe anymore. I am sixteen. I am a grown man.”



“Of course you are,” said Kati with a suppressed grin. She looked at him with affection in her eyes. Barni was the only of hef her stepsons that called her ‘mama’. Haarald and Magnus had remembered their mother too vividly to call her anything but her name. She did not feel slighted by that. They missed their mother terribly. Barni had been very young when his mother had died. He took to Kati immediately. His memories of his mother were fading and he needed a mother figure.



“Please don’t embarrass me in front of the others,” pleaded Barni in a quiet voice.



“I promise, Barni,” said Katie with a look of contrition that pleased her Viking son. She thought to herself that he was becoming more like his father every day. The swagger, the recklessness, the smile all reminded her of her husband and what he must have been like as a young man.



Katie waved her at her son as he went towards the bonfires and the warriors gathered around it telling stories. Her husband was already around the fire listening to his men. She sighed and went into the tent and wrote her sister a letter.



Haarald’s tent:



“Sonja,” said Haarald as he gathered her against his chest and sat down on a chair in his tent. “My father has promised your parents that he would take you back to the island.”



“No,” whispered Sonja. She clung to Haarald as she began to silently weep.



“Will you miss me little girl,” asked Haarald as he touched her long hair.



“Yes,” said Sonja. She hed hed his face sadly.



“I cannot keep you as a captive,” said Haarald as he ran a finger down the front of her linen dress.



“Could I be your…..mistress,” asked Sonja with a desperately hopeful look on her face.



“You would make a wonderful mistress,” said Haarald throatily. “I could teach you more.”



“I want to learn more about pleasing you,” sainja nja earnestly. She arched her breasts into his chest and bit her lip.



“But my father said it would be too scandalous to keep you as a mistress,” said Haarald as he smoothed the hair away from her face and dipped in and stole a swift fiery kiss.



“But,” whispered Sonja against his mouth. “I don’t want to leave you.” She leaned forward and gave him a soft sweet kiss. They stopped talking for a moment as they fed on one another’s mouth.



“Do you think you could learn to please me outside the bedchamber, my beautiful Sonja?” asked Haarald as he loosened the fastenings to her shift and slid his callused palms into her bodice. He caressed her tightening nipples. His fingers delicately outlined the edges of her nipples then his thumbs swooped in to rub her rosy crests until they were hard and aching.



“I would do anything you wanted, said Sonja as she trembled in his embrace. He tugged up the skirt of her dress and urged her to straddle his powerful thighs.



“You please me greatly in bed,” said Haarald hoarsely as he rocked his rock hard cloth covered erection against her exposed softness. “Can you learn the ways of a Danish household as quickly?”



“I could,” said Sonja hesitantly. She stroked his long blonde hair.

“What are you asking me, Haarald?”



“You cannot be my captive or my mistress, Sonja,” said Haarald simply as he held her in his arms. “Can you be my wife?”



“Your wife,” said Sonja as she looked at him shocked.



“My wife,” said Haarald with a satisfied grin. He lowered her bodice and kissed a rosy nipple.



“I…I don’t…..I,” stuttered a completely flabbergasted Sonja.



“Is that a ‘yes’?” asked Haarald with a raised eyebrow.



After a long silence, Sonja said sadly, “I am not a suitable wife for a man such as yourself. I am not a rich Viking warlord’s daughter and I have no political importance. You are not serious about yingying me.” She tried to get off of his lap. Haarald would not let her.



“I have enough riches,” said Haarald with a serious look.



“I am not important enough,” said Sonja as tears spilled down her cheeks.



“I’ll marry Barni and Magnus off to important wives,” said Haarald.



“I have no rich dowry,” protested Sonja.



“Do you love me,” asked Haarald intently.



“Yes,” sobbed Sonja passionately. “I love you Haarald.”



“Will you be loyal to me and my family until death,” asked Haarald intently.



“Yes,” said Sonja as she stopped crying and looked up into his intense blue eyes. Her heart soared as she saw the soft look in his beautiful eyes.



“Do you love me, Haarald,” asked Sonja hesitantly.



“I do,” said Haarald simply. “I want you to be my wife. Unlike many of my brethren, I would rather have a wife that loved me than a woman who married me because she had to. I want a wife that I will yearn to come home to. I want to lay the world at your feet. I want you to have my children. I want you in my bed forever.”



“I’ll marry you Haarald,” said Sonja as she flung her arms around his neck and cried.



“Why are you crying,” asked Haarald with a confused look on his face.



“I am so happy,” said Sonja. “I still can’t believe you want me.”



“I wantife ife that will be sweet, gentle and loyal,” said Haarald. “I know that you would be that woman.”



“I am so afraid that I will disappoint you,” said Sonja hesitantly as she leaned her cheek against his hard chest.



“No,” said Haarald. “My step mother will take you under her wing and show you how a large household is run. It will take time but everything will work itself out.”



“Really?” said Sonja as she looked into his eyes.



“Yes,” said Haarald. He gave a wicked grin as he tugged on her lowered bodice and made Sonja realize that she was bare breasted. She gasped then moaned when Haarald dipped his blonde head and tugged a nipple into his hot mouth. He laved her nipple thoroughly and then transferred his attention to her other neglected crest. Sonja clutched at his fine hair and gave a throaty moan.



“We had better hurry,” said Haarald as he got to his feet and carried Sonja to the waiting bed. He tugged his clothing off and covered her shivering body with his nude frame a minute later. He ran a possessive hand down her trembling body as he removed the rest of her dress and left her panting.



‘Why?” asked Sonja as she closed her eyes the now familiar feelings of bliss began to wash over her as she felt the strong muscles in his chest and thighs flexing against her soft curves.



Haarald dipped a long finger into her wet cleft. Sonja parted her knees to allow his exploring finger greater liberty and moaned as he searched out her sensitive nub. His finger stroked and caressed that spot as Sonja fought to keep her voice low. She said his name with a plaintive note as he rubbed and petted at her until she was slick with desire.



“My brother is sharing the tent,” said Haarald hoarsely as he slid his finger into her slippery sheath. “I would estimate we have about an hour or two until he comes to bed.”



“To do what?”



“Innocent little Sonja,” said Haarald with a chuckle. “I have never fucked you on dry land. I intend to remedy that right now.”



Sonja felt her body flush with heat as the tingling between her legs got more intense. She grasped Haarald’s face and gave him a long wet kiss. His tongue sucked on hers as he slanted his mouth over her own and kissed her until her lips were swollen. His finger was still busy sliding in and out of her sheath.



“Eager and willing, aren’t you?” purred Haarald. His hand pulled out of her wetness and trailed up to her firm lush breasts. He fondled the globes of flesh with passionate eyes. Sonja gave a surprised gasp as he pulled up to straddle her chest. He was resting lightly on his haunches over her. He touched her rosy nipples and squeezed her breast together. Sonja gave a panting moan as he then slid his pulsing cock into the furrow he made in between her tits. He ran his slick cock in and out for a time.



Sonja licked her lips and watched his passionate face as he rocked back and forth on top of her. She looked down and saw the red head of his erection peeping out from her breasts every time he thrust forward. The pulsing between her legs accelerated and she squirmed. Haarald let her breasts go and leaned up higher over her chest. He pushed his hips down and Sonja swallowed as she saw his stiff erection bobbing in front of her face. She looked up and knew what he wanted.



Sonja grabbed his shaft and leaned forward and engulfed his hot penis into her mouth. She licked and kissed the head. She explored every groove with her tongue and lips and heard him moan his pleasure loudly. A surge of pleasure went through her as his moans increased in volume and his cock swelled in her mouth.



Haarald removed his throbbing erection from her sweet mouth and looked at her with passionate blue eyes. He looked down at her licking her lips and her passion-glazed eyes told him that she had enjoyed the erotic interlude. He was saving the main feast for the treasure in between her thighs.



“What do you want me to do Sonja,” asked Haarald as he slid down her sweaty body. Her thighs parted invitingly for his hips. He settled in between her legs with a smile. His erection throbbed on her soft belly. He pressed closer. “Tell me.”



“Please Haarald,” moaned Sonja. She arched her hips up into his hard thighs.



“Tell me,” teased Haarald as he took his penis and rubbed it over her hard clitoris.



“Ohhh,” moaned Sonja. She thrashed and tried to pull Haarald into her cleft but he pulled away.



“You know what to say,” said Haarald.



“Please,” said Sonja softly. Her hands clutched at his hard shoulders. Sonja knew he wanted to hear her say the erotic words he always said to her. She blushed and squirmed under him. A surge of heat went through her then she broke. “Please Haarald,” moaned Sonja throatily. “Please fuck me.”



“Say it again.”



“Fuck me.”



“Again”



“Fuck me hard.”



Sonja arched her back and gave a breathless scream as his enormous pulsating cock plunged into her. They moved against one another with hard stabs of their hips as they moved together in a rush of heat and excitement.



“Haarald,” shrieked Sonja as the pleasure came out like a huge engulfing wave and swept her away. The tremors pulsed through her and she opened her dazed eyes to see Haarald buck and moan on top of her many moments later. She watched as the pleasure took him and she could feel the warmth of his seed inside her. She wrapped her arms around his panting body and savored the feel of his spent body.



They spent the rest of the night, resting in between bouts of lovemaking. Neither Sonja nor Haarald heard Barni come to bed three hours later. Barni only smirked as he rolled himself into the other bed. He ignored the sight of his brother laboring on top of Sonja. Her slender legs were wrapped around his hips and he was very obviously buried inside of her. He put his cloak over his head to drown out the sounds of his brother’s moaning and the girl’s soft groans. Barni was a considerate brother. He only took one long look at Sonja’s naked body. He fell asleep thinking that Haarald was a very lucky man.