Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 15:



Innesfain Castle:



Fiona gasped as a strong arm hauled her behind a curtain near the great hall. She struggled until a familiar scent filled her nostrils. It was Leif. She tried to bite his hand that was covering her mouth.



“Vixen,” hissed Leif as he pushed her back against the wall and removed his hand from her mouth.



“Someone will see,” said Fiona as she tried to move away.



“See what?” asked Leif as he pushed her skirts up over her waist and ripped her underthings away.



“You are not going to tumble me like a serving wench,” hissed Fiona as she tried to push her skirts down.



Leif insinuated his thighs between her legs and pushed her skirts up again. He looked into her eyes deliberately as he pushed his breeches down and freed his straining cock. Fiona could feel the smooth, hot head of his erection probe between her legs.



“You are definitely not a serving wench,” said Leif roughly as he entered her with a hard thrust. Fiona gave a smothered cry.



“A serving wench would know her place,” whispered Leif as he began to move inside her with hard, choppy thrusts. He covered her mouth with his hand. Fiona tried to wrench away but she could not move. He was strong and determined. Fiona moaned in her throat. She could feel every inch of him as he pushed his way into her pussy. She had not been ready for him and she felt like she was full to the edge of bursting.



Slowly, Fiona’s eyes began to droop as a feeling of almost painful pleasure began to permeate her senses. Her back was hitting the wall every time he thrust hard into her. And he was not being gentle. But Fiona could feel her pussy heating up and Leif began to pump smoothly into her aching cleft as she got slippery with desire.



When Leif lifted his hand a minute later, Fiona moaned as his mouth claimed her own. They exchanged fierce kisses as Leif fucked her up against the wall, harder and faster. Fiona stiffened and moaned into his mouth as the pleasure crashed over her. She threw back her head as his throbbing cock drover her higher and higher. When he stopped moving inside her clenching pussy, Fiona gazed at him mutely. She felt him withdraw from her cleft with an audible sucking noise. Fiona wordlessly obeyed him as he urged her to her knees in front of his red, pulsing cock.



Leif panted as he rubbed the leaking head of his penis against her lips. He groaned softly when the wet heat of her mouth surrounded him. His hand fisted in her hair as he urged his cock deep into her mouth. As he rocked his hips, he closed his eyes in pleasure as she licked and sucked at him.



Fiona thought that he tasted like passion. She moved her mouth down on his cock as he moved inside her mouth. She could feel him shudder as her mouth worked on him. She felt pleased that she could affect him so deeply. Fiona opened her eyes and saw him fist hiaft aft in his hand and he began to move his fist up and down. Fiona knew what he wanted of her as she moved her mouth to cover the head of his now huge throbbing erection. She began to suck, hard.



Leif bit his lip as he felt his orgasm begin at the soles of feet and rocket up his body. He forced his eyes open to watch her swallow his come like he taught her. Through passion glazed eyes, he watched her avidly as she recoiled slightly when the first burst of semen hit her tongue then she swallowed hard again and again. Leif threw back his head and let the pleasure of her hot mouth engulf his senses.



A moment later, Leif hauled her up against his body and kissed her. Fiona was shocked as he sucked on her tongue then licked the remnants of his semen from her sticky, swollen lips.



“I am coming to your bedchamber tonight,” said Leif with an intent smile.



“I…,” stuttered Fiona. Her protest died on her lips as she looked into his passionate eyes. She nodded.



Elsewhere in the castle:



Olaf could see the Campbell clansmen watching him intently. He pretended not to notice their interest and walked slowly but relentlessly towards the staircase. He was trying to make his way back to the bedchamber he shared with his Viking brethren. He looked around with studied casualness for Margaret. They had to be very discreet.



Olaf wondered to himself why the Campbells were watching him so carefully. He had his father’s coloring and his eyes. He had known that they were Campbells by the tartan they wore. His mother had made him a tartan just like it. He stiffened then turned politely when the leader of the Campbell party hailed him.



“You boy,” said Lord Archibald Campbell as he came towards the Viking. “I wish to speak with you.”



“Yes, my lord,” asked Olaf politely.



“You have a mark on your cheek,” said Lord Campbell with an intent look into Olaf’s face. “How did you come by it?”



Olaf touched his birthmark and his face paled slightly. It was barely noticeable but Lord Campbell was watching the face of this disturbing young man intensely and with great interest. Olaf’s pale countenance aroused the laird’s suspicions. He motioned some of his clansmen nearer.



“It is a birthmark,” said Olaf bravely as Campbells silently and quickly surrounded him. They looked at him with strange expressions.



“What was your mother’s name?” asked Lord Campbell with an intense glare.



“Megotta,” said Olaf with his chin raised. He was going to lie but he just couldn’t deny his mother even if she was dead. It would not be honorable.



The Campbell’s began to whisper amongst themselves. Once again Olaf wondered how they knew. He looked like his father.



“What was her clan name,” asked Lord Campbell.



“Why?” asked Olaf as he tried to head them off.



“You have the same birthmark as myself, my mother and my lost sister,” said Lord Campbell. My birthmark is on my neck.” He lifted his hair so Olaf could see. “My lost sister had that same birthmark on her cheek.”



Olaf once again touched the star shaped mole on his cheekbone and remembered belatedly that his mother had the same one. She had commented on it once.



“It must be happenstance,” said Olaf carefully.



“My lost sister’s name was Megotta,” said Lord Campbell. “She disappeared nigh on eighteen years ago. How old are you, boy?”



“I am sixteen,” said Olaf.



“Where is your mother,” asked Lord Campbell anxiously.



“She is dead,” said Olaf stonily. “And I don’t know what you want of me.”



“We want to know if you are a Campbell, boy,” said a gruff clansman.



“No,” said Olaf firmly. “I am not. I am sorry but you are mistaken.”



“I do not think so,” said Lord Campbell. “The signs are there. You have the family mole, your mother’s name was Megotta, and you even sound like her. You walk like my father when he was younger. You are Megotta’s son.”



“No,” protested Olaf. He tried to back away.



“Archie,” said Lachlan MacLean as he came up to the gathering. He looked at Olaf with a stern, hard look. “I would like you to come up to my wife’s solar. This boy’s companions are there and we have news.”



“You are coming with me,” said Archie as he took Olaf’s arm.



“That he is,” said Lachlan with a grim expression.



When they entered the solar, Leif and Lars were standing near Lady Margaret. They had stoic expressions on their faces. Olaf made a move to join them but Campbell still had a grip on his arm.



“Archie,” said Lachlan without preamble. “These lowland traders are really Vikings in disguise. My wife has had a letter from her long lost twin sister. She and a party of Northmen are moored off shore near here. They came looking for one of their marooned ships. It seems that these men were from that ship.”



“Christ,” said Campbell as he looked at Olaf with shock.



“What are your true names?” asked Lachlan.



“My name is Leif Gunnarson and I am the leader of this scouting expedition,” said Leif in perfect Gaelic.



“My name is Lars Erickson,” said Lars as he raised his chin.



“My name is Olaf Hoiby,” said Olaf, as he looked Lord Campbell in the eye.



“I and my companion were chosen because of our ability to speak this language,” said Leif in the stunned silence. “Our mothers were Viking captives from this part of the world. We came only to find craftsmen to repair our dragon ships that were damaged in a storm off of your coast. We mean no harm. When your lady found out that we knew of her sister, we were able to make a trade for what we needed. Their resemblance to one another is unmistakable. We stayed as a matter of honor until your craftsmen came back unharmed. We were willing to pay greatly for your help in reaching Denmark before winter. We were unaware that we would be missed so soon. Our overlord has come with a fleet. His wife is the Lady Margaret’s lost twin sister.”



“She’s here,” said Margaret hoarsely. “Moira has come home.”



“Christ,” said Lachlan as he sat down.



“Tell me,” said Archie Campbell as he turned to look at Olaf with new eyes. “Are you my sister’s child? He mentioned Viking captives. Was my sister a captive? Tell me the truth, son.”



“My mother’s name was Megotta Campbell,” said Olaf quietly as Lachlan and Archie reared back in shock. “My father bought her in Dublaihn, when he was on his first trip a-viking. She was in a slave market. My mother said she had been on her way to see her grandmother when brigands overwhelmed their party and the men were killed. The brigands sold the women to slave traders that promised that they would end up far away from Scotland. My father took her back to Denmark. I was born a year later.”



“Is she dead,” asked Archie hoarsely.



“Yes,” said Olaf. “She died four years ago from a weak chest. My father took her to many healers. They said the inflammation of her lungs could not be cured. She sent me away to live with my father’s overlord. She did not want me to watch her die.”



“Megotta,” whispered Archie sadly. “Was she happy?”



“Happy?” asked Olaf. He smiled wistfully. “Are you asking if my father treated her well? He did not take a Norse wife until after she died.”



“You are a Campbell,” said Archie after a short silence.



“My mother stayed a Campbell until she died,” said Olaf. “But I am my father’s son and heir. It’s what she wanted. In your world, I would forever be half Viking. But she made sure I was brought up to be all Norse. I have no place in your world.”



Lord Campbell looked at the proud Viking lad and saw his sister’s determined chin and her inner strength that allowed her survive in a harsh world after she was captured and sent to ave ave market. Archie gave Olaf a slow nod.



“I want to see my sister,” said Margaret after a silence. “And she wishes to see me. She proposes that one of their ships will bring our craftsmen back to the castle and they will, in turn, pick up our guests. She will be on that ship.”



“You actually want us to invite a Viking ship into our harbor without a fight to the death,” asked Lachlan in surprise.



“Yes,” said Margaret.



“If I say no,” said Lachlan with a significant look at Archie.



“Then the tradesmen will be dropped off at a point near here,” said Leif. “And we will leave and rejoin the fleet down the coast.”



Margaret gave a low moan of protest. Olaf risked a quick searching glance in her direction.



“What if we chose not to let you or your companions go?” asked Lord Campbell as he gave Olaf a possessive look.



“There is a fleet of Norseman a league away. They include the fathers of these two young men,” said Leif as his voice hardened.



“My father is here?” said Lars with a sudden smile. Olaf gasped then smiled as well.



“Very well,” said Lachlan as he gazed at his wife shrewdly. “I suspect Margaret will simply try to see her sister with or without my permission. With the Campbells here, the Vikings would not dare to try anything.”



“Our word of honor is not something to be taken lightly,” said Leif seriously. “We will be sailing under a flag of truce. We will not break our word.”



“What about the rumors about the Vikings on the continent?” asked Lord Campbell.



“The Franks broke a treaty,” said Leif grimly. “They are paying for breaking their word in blood.”



“When?” asked Margaret eagerly.



“Tomorrow,” said Leif.



Author’s Note:



Sorry for the lack of a quick update but I have several stories on the go. The next update will be quicker. By the way, Olaf’s father is only 34. We will be meeting him. So will Margaret.



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