Viking Saga II

Viking Saga II: Chapter 17:



Lachlan MacLean and Archie Campbell exchanged apprehensive looks on the pier. Like Lachlan had suspected, Margaret’s visit with her sister had not turned out like planned. Now, it seems that Margaret had invited her sister’s husband to a feast to be held that night. If Margaret had her way, Moira would be staying for more than this day. Lachlan scowled as he checked the keep’s defenses. Moira, rather Kati as she insisted her name was, had come with a minimal escort. wifewife and her stunningly identical sister were waiting on the pier. Like every Scot in view of the firth, Lachlan stiffened as he saw the dragons head prowed ships come into the harbor.



“Jesus,” gasped Campbell as he saw the smaller strider ships head into the firth ahead of the enormous dragon class ships.



Lachlan watched the young Norse boys that disguised themselves as traders surge toward the pier. The next hour passed in a blur and Lachlan was stunned to find himself inside his castle with the quietly commanding man that was Kati’s husband. His name was Bulwyl. He was very tall and very blonde. Lachlan turned to watch the proceedings. He gave his wife a vague smile. He had no idea where Archie had taken himself off to. He was probably with that boy who was Megotta’s son.



The Great Hall:



Olaf was scanning the men that accompanied his overlord into the Hall. He sighed as he couldn’t see his father. He was probably on one of the dragon ships with the rest of the fleet. He gave the hovering Archie Campbell an uncertain look. The man had attached himself to Olaf some time ago. He and his clansmen looked like they were guarding him.



“Olaf Hoiby,” said a gruff tall Viking man in Norse as he passed the hovering boy. “Make yourself useful and go unload the strider ship. Lady Kati has gifts she wishes to bring her lady sister.”

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Olaf nodded and turned to obey. He was disconcerted to see Archie Campbell and his clansmen follow him. They couldn’t understand Norse. Why were they following him?



Just before Olaf could get to the pier, he heard a voice that made his heart jump.



“Boy,” said a tall, dark haired man with a growl in Norse. “Come here.”



Olaf rushed to the man and threw his arms around his father. His father took his face in between his big hands and examined him carefully for wounds.



“You are well, boy?” asked Haakon Hoiby as his heart surged with a sense of utter relief. This child, his first born and most beloveds sas safe.



Archie Campbell watched as Olaf flung himself into the embrace of a tall Viking that looked like him. That man must be his father. That man knew Megotta, his sister. Megotta had been his captive. He listened as the pair had a long and involved conversation in that incomprehensible language of theirs. He stiffened when Olaf’s father turned his gaze to Archie with an unreadable look in his eyes. The man just looked at Olaf when the boy tried to interrupt his father. Olaf stilled instantly.



“You are Megotta’s brother,” said Haakon in heavily accented Gaelic.



“Yes,” said Archie stiffly as his clansmen bristled behind him.



“My wife wanted me to tell you, if I ever had the unlikely chance to myou,you, that she lived the life that was meted out to her,” said Haakon carefully like he was saying something he memorized. “Megotta never forgot that she was the daughter of the highlands.” Haakon turned to his son and said something in Norse.



“My father also wants me to tell you,” said Olaf seriously. “That her life was happy. She regretted that she would never see Scotland again but she was happy. Her legacy lives on in me and, of course, my sisters.”



“Sisters,” said Archie in utter shock.



“I have two sisters as well,” said Olaf. “They live in Denmark on my father’s freehold. Their names are Signy and Freya. They are twelve and ten years old.”



“Your father called Megotta his wife,” said Archie as his heart pounded. “She was his captive, wasn’t she?’



“At first,” said Olaf. “But her blood ran true as my father said. He knew she was highborn; it just took my grandfather a bit more time to come around to the idea. They were married after Freya was born. My father took his first Norse wife a few years ago after my mother died. I think I did not make myself clear to you. My Gaelic is not as good as Leif Gunnarson’s.”





Olaf looked over his shoulder as he headed off towards the ship to unload the gifts. He still had a task to perform.



“Lazy as usual,” said a mocking voice as he vaulted onto thip. ip.



“Barni,” said Olaf. The two young men threw their arms around each other.



“I’ve come on your rescue party,” said Barni cheerily. “Help me take these bolts of cloth to my mother. I’ll tell you about the latest thing my brother, Haarald had done.”



The boys gossiped their way into the Great Hall. Barni stood in front of Kati impatiently.



“Mama,” said Barni as he put the bolts in front of her. He did not notice the entire Hall get still and silent. Mama was a universal word with only one meaning. The MacLean clan stirred as they fought to get a look at this boy who called their long lost lady his mother. He had red hair like Kati.



“This is Barni Bulwylson,” said Kati with an inward grin at the looks on the faces of her clansmen. “He y loy lord’s third eldest son and my step-son.” She smiled serenely as she fought not to add, his red hair comes from his birth mother. My lord has a marked penchant for red hair.



The hall shifted and the low murmur of voices began again.



“For one minute there,” said Margaret with a smile at her sister. “I thought you had a child when you were twelve.”



“He is my child,” said Kati with a similar smile at her sister.



Bulwyl watched the sisters silently. It was amazing to him how very muchke tke they were. He noticed Barni’s friend, Olaf staring at the sisters. Olaf had good taste in women for such a young pup. Haakon had hinted lately that a match between Olaf and one of Bulwyl’s young daughters would be advantageous for both of them. It would. Haakon was a prominent landowner in Denmark plus his family had an interest in shipbuilding.



Margaret fought not to look at the st mat man sitting beside her sister. He had a commanding presence. Not a single warrior, Norse or Scot, took their eyes off this man for very long. He was also ry hry handsome man. Her sister was very lucky.



Bulwyl cast his gaze down the hall. He noticed Haakon was in a deep conversation with his first wife’s brother. He understood that this man was a powerful clan chieftain in the Highlands. Haakon would tell him what the conversation was about later.



The afternoon past quickly and the light faded in the west. A majority of his fleet and Haarald were just over the horizon. Bulwyl was taking no chances. Haakon whispered some news in his ear that made Bulwyl think. Later after the feast, his wife came to him.



“Can we stay overnight in the harbor on a ship, my lord,” asked Kati prettily. She knew that he would never stay in the castle.



“The tide is now out so we have no choice, my lady,” said the Viking steadily.



Kati only smiled. Just before they were to leave for the ship, Kati went upstairs with her sister to see tapestries. Bulwyl only raised his eyebrow at his wife and waited patiently for her return.



Later in the huge dragon ship, Bulwyl called for Haakon and watched his wife nervously pace the cabin as he sat down in his chair with a smile.



“Haakon,” said Bulwyl genially as his longtime friend came into the cabin and closed the door, “I would like you to meet Lady Margaret MacLean.”



Margaret gasped and looked at Bulwyl in utter shock. Haakon gave a slow smile that did not reach his eyes.



“How did you know?” asked Margaret as she licked her dry lips. She was alone on a Viking ship. Her heart began to pound uncomfortably.



“You smell different,” said Bulwyl with a genial smile. “And you may look alike but I would know my Kati anywhere. You were taught Norse the same time as your sister but she has acquired a Danish accent in last few years. You have not. It’s just as well. Haakon wanted to speak with you.”



Margaret heart sank. She knew this mad plan would not work. But she had seen the desperation and hope in her people’s eyes when they thought that Barni was Kati’s son. They were as desperate for an heir as she was. Kati had seen the hope and desperation, as well. Kati was still a MacLean and Bulwyl was a proven breeder of sons. Kati had protested but Margaret had overridden her arguments.



“My son tells me that he is greatly in love,” said Haakon quietly. Margaret turned her eyes on this man that looked so much like her young lover. She wtunntunned to realize that he was not much older than thirty. His dark hair glittered in the candlelight. “Olaf says that he wishes to stay here with you, if he can. He is young and still a wet behind the ears puppy. He is not meant for you, Lady Margaret. I will not let you ruin my boy’s life and the plans that I have made for him. But alas, he is passionate like his mother. I fear your charms will lure him away and perhaps get him killed. Did you know that Archie Campbell has told me that your liaison with my son is not a secret?”



“Oh no,” said Margaret as her heart jumped in her throat.



“Only he knows and a few of your guardsmen,” said Haakon. “You arrtunrtunate that you seem to have your guardsmen’s loyalty and my son’s uncle is protecting him.”



“I wanted a child so much,” whispered Margaret. “I just wanted to be loved.”



“Olaf sails with me if I have to tie him up first,” vowed Haakon.



“Did you choose Olaf because he resembles your husband,” asked Bulwyl finally breaking his silence. His bright blue eyes lazily noted the richness of Margaret’s red hair.



“Not consciously,” whispered Margaret. She was all of a sudden aware of the darkness of the cabin and the light in her sister’s husband’s eyes.



“You came here looking for a child, tonight, did you not?” asked Bulwyl. He gave Haakon a speaking glance.



“Yes,” whispered Margaret. Her heart was in her throat. “I persuaded Kati to let me try. She said you would know.”



“Kati is safe in your castle?” asked Bulwyl sternly.



“Yes,” said Margaret. “There are guards on my, well, her doors.”



“Good,” said Bulwyl as he got to his feet. He began to take his shirt off as Margaret stared at him in shock. She turned her head as she heard a noise to her left. Haakon was unbuttoning his breeches. Margaret backed away from both Vikings.



“What are you doing,” said a panicky Margaret as her eyes darted towards the door.



“I am going to give you what you came for,” said Bulwyl as he finally gave free rein to his desires. He wanted to see if she was as beautiful nude as his wife. He gave Margaret a hungry look.



“Don’t even think about the door,” said Haakon huskily as he took in the frightened woman’s lush curves. “I am not a boy. You wouldn’t make it two paces. I would be forced to make you regret it.”



“You can’t,” said Margaret unsteadily as she felt Haakon’s hands on her arms from behind her. She moaned in spite of her fright as Haakon’s big hands slipped down her bodice and cupped her breasts. He pulled her up against his large frame. She could feel his erection prodding at her bottom. She could only watch as Bulwyl undid his clothing and stood in front of her nude and aroused. Her eyes dropped to his throbbing penis and she shivered. She gave a low cry as Haakon undid the dress brooches on the dress she borrowed from Kati and pulled her gown down her arms. He took the chemise with it and she was standing in the cabin shivering and naked. Margaret stood there in shock as she finally realized that both Vikings were going to fuck her.



Haakon ran an admiring hand down her smooth back and her firm backside. His hand slid around to her pussy as he cupped her mound as he pulled her up against his hot and aroused body. He smiled as he heard her gasp. He could almost feel how hard her heart was pumping. His long fingers splayed against her cleft and he stroked her.



Margaret was staring deep into Bulwyl’s eyes as Haakon fondled her. She shivered as she saw his bright eyes peruse her body seriously. He looked up at her again and gave a small, pleased smile. She gasped in surprise when he moved. All of a sudden his hands were cupping her breasts and his thumbs were teasing her hard nipples.



“Hmmm,” said Bulwyl in his deep voice. “Your body is like Kati’s that first night I had her. Odin, her pussy was tight. Is yours just as tight, Margaret? You look like a girl still.”



Margaret only moaned. Haakon was trailing kisses down the nape of her sensitive neck. And he was rubbing his stiff cock on her backside. She gave a cry as Bulwyl dipped his finger inside her clenching sheath. He moved his finger deeper inside her.



“Why resist?” said Haakon in his accented Gaelic. Margaret stiffened in surprise. They had been speaking Norse until this point. “Enjoy the night. No one will know.”



“Does it matter?” said Margaret as she licked her suddenly dry lips. Haakon moved his hands so now he was spreading her thighs open for Bulwyl’s fingers. The Viking pushed another finger into Margaret. “You would take me regardless. You have the strength to force me.”



“Yes, we do,” said Bulwyl. His blonde head dipped down as he took a hard nipple into his mouth.



“And I am not averse to fucking an unwilling pussy, Margaret,” said Haakon lowly in her ear. “But willing would be much more enjoyable.”



“Ohhh,” moaned Margaret as Bulwyl pulled away and sat down on the armless chair in the cabin. She moaned helplessly as Bulwyl caressed his hard cock and Haakon lifted her to straddle his overlord. Then the hard tip of Bulwyl’s penis was at her entrance. Margaret cried out as Haakon pushed her down so that her sheath engulfed his overlord’s entire length in one thrust. Bulwyl’s hands clamped over her squirming hips as she cried out in pain. He was a large man, larger than any Margaret had taken before. She felt split wide open.



“I am not a boy,” said Bulwyl as he started to move her up and down on his lap. Haakon was sprawled out on the bed watching them and stroking his thick cock in anticipation. She could see him from the corner of her eye. She gave a low moan. He looked like Olaf but more filled out and infinitely more ruthless. But he was still as beautiful as her young lover.



“Odin,” moaned Bulwyl as he moved his hips harder into her tight clenching pussy. He reached up and took her nipple into his mouth. He licked and laved at the one nipple until Margaret was moaning and moving her hips into his strokes. Then he transferred his attentions to her other nipple. Margaret gave a sigh as she finally clutched at his long platinum blonde hair and pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth. She blushed as she heard the sounds of their lovemaking get louder. She arched her back as she felt him delve very deep inside her. Her helpless moans of pleasure got louder as she rocked faster on his lap. A wave of pleasure rippled over her hard as she shrieked. She could hear him panting and driving himself into her with lightening fast strokes of his hot engorged cock. The he stiffened underneath her and she felt him come inside her with a warm rush. She could feel her sheath contracting against his spasming cock in undulating waves and she moaned.



Margaret panted on top of her sister’s husband and looked into his slumberous blue eyes. Her mouth was soft and clinging when he kissed her. His tongue dipped into her mouth and sucked on her tongue with promises of pleasures to come. She gasped when a hard arm came around her waist and lifted her off Bulwyl’s penis with an audible sucking sound.



A scant moment later, Margaret was flat on her back on the bed with her legs wrapped around Haakon’s slim hips. He slid his thick erection inside her with a groan. Margaret arched her back as he gave a low moan of pleasure. She clutched as his solid biceps as he began to fuck her fast and hard. He was thick but Bulwyl’s semen had made her pussy slick enough that his hard thrusts did not hurt her. She looked dreamily up into his passionate face and thought the loe looked like he was barely old enough to be married never mind having a son Olaf’s age. Then he rotated his hips in a lascivious way that her gasping and writhing under him. And he kept on sliding his hips around until her nails were dug into his back and she was crying out in utter pleasure. She gave a low moan of disappointment when he stopped and pulled out of her. She looked up at him as he sat back on his haunches. Margaret obeyed when he told her to turn around and get up er her hands and knees.



Margaret stiffened when she saw Bulwyl in front of her then she gave a low moan as she felt Haakon slid his cock deep inside her aching pussy from behind. He felt even larger inside her sheath from this position. Margaret moved her hips around as she struggled to catch her breath. She gave soft cries at each inward thrust of Haakon’s hot erection.



Bulwyl moved closer to Margaret and grasped her drooping head. He lifted her chin so she could see into his eyes. He saw her dazed eyes focus then he took his reawakened erection and rubbed the head against her soft lips. He smiled as he saw the look of shock in her eyes. Then he groaned in pleasure as the wet heat of her mouth closed over the head of his cock.



Haakon bit his lip as he saw Margaret take Bulwyl deep inside her mouth. He thrust his cock harder inside her and was rewarded by a muffled moan from the woman. But she didn’t stop licking and sucking the penis inside her mouth. Haakon gave a muffled groan as he felt her sheath ripple and clench at his erection like a squeezing fist. He splashed his hot semen deep inside her rippling sheath as he groaned out his pleasure in Norse.



Bulwyl pulled his cock from her mouth when he saw Haakon still his hips and cry out in Norse. He petted his aching penis soothingly as he waited until Haakon was finished coming inside her. Then he took Haakon’s place. She was still sprawled out on her knees with her face leaning down against the bed. He lifted her hips and slid into her dripping wet pussy.



Bulwyl stroked her rich red hair as he stroked slowly inside her. He gathered the long hair in his hans hes he began to move into her faster.



“Margaret,” said Bulwyl huskily. “Beautiful Margaret.”



Margaret moaned in response. She was clutching at the bedcovers as he fucked her. She licked her lips. She could still taste him. Margaret felt almost drugged with passion and pleasure. She loved the way his thick cock felt deep inside her. She arched her back as Bulwyl lifted her to brace herself with her hands again. She looked over her shoulder with a smoldering look of passion. She wasn’t sure what she wanted but she did not want this magnificent man to stop fucking her.



“Haakon needs to made ready again,” said Bulwyl huskily. He gave a low moan as he watched her turn her head and then engulf Haakon’s waiting penis into her mouth. He patted her bottom approvingly and groaned as she moved her hips into his thrusts.



Margaret licked at the hard column of flesh inside her mouth. Modesty gone, she laved his shaft with her tongue lusciously. She suckled at the tip of Haakon’s cock until he cried out and pulled out of her mouth with a low groan.



Margaret turned on her back when Bulwyl pulled out of her clenching sheath and told her to turn around and spread her legs. Shspedsped when he pulled her legs over his shoulders and leaned down until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. She cried out when he thrust his erection deep inside her and began to stroke into her hard and fast. Her nails dug into his arms as a bolt of pleasure flashed through her bodyeacheach of his downward thrusts. He was in very deep. Her orgasm hit her when she felt him spurt and shiver on top of her. She panted as she realized with a bolt of lust that Haakon was waiting.



Many hours later, she lay on her stomach in the waning candlelight and felt Bulwyl stroke her hair thoughtfully. Margaret felt exhausted but exhilarated. It had been almost liberating to let herself just enjoy sex without thinking about alliances and behaving like a perfect lady. Haakon had left the bed after his third, or was it fourth, bout inside her. Her pussy felt tender and slippery wet. He was right. Bulwyl and Haakon were men not boys. They had taken her mercilessly and made her come harder than she ever had before. She turned her head to look at Bulwyl. He was lying beside her. His hands twirled in her hair.



Bulwyl looked at his wife’s sister thoughtfully. After that first time, she had been eager. He enjoyed fucking her. She had been so hungry and as passionate as his Kati.



“I am sorry for trying to trick you,” said Margaret contritely.



“That’s why I invited Haakon to join us,” said Bulwyl. “He was your punishment. I had no objections to giving you a child, Margaret. All my wife and you had to do was ask. But I trust you did enjoy the encounter.”



“I did,” confessed Margaret. Then her face clouded. “Will you punish Kati?”



“Yes,” said Bulwyl then he smiled. “She will enjoy her punishment as much as you did.”



” wh” whispered Margaret. Bulwyl had taken her hand and wrapped it around his velvety thickening penis. She began to pet at him. Her thighs quivered and she winced. “I am very sore.”



“One more time before sleep,” coaxed Bulwyl. “We will go slowly. I want you on top anyway.” His voice thickened with desire. “I want to see your hair.”



Margaret lifted her mouth for his kiss and nodded.