The Viking Saga

As Katherine heard the screams of the women in the solar and the battle cries of the Vikings fill the air. She stood frozen thinking back on her life. She was only eighteen years old and she felt one hundred. She was sent to the nunnery at Saint Luke\'s from the northern highlands because she was a twin when she was thirteen. Her sister Moira was the oldest and the heiress. Her father as he lay dying told her that her continued presence would only incite rebellion within the clan. She was a temptation. So, his dying order imprisoned her in a nunnery for life. She didn\'t think it would be such a short one.

Unlike Mary Margaret, she had no illusions about these men from the north, the Vikings. Her clan had endured many raids over the years. The Vikings had established a trading post on an island not far from her father\'s lands. When she was a baby her father had traded for a Norse wet nurse when her mother died in childbirth. Inga taught her to understand and speak the Norse language.



She saw the men burst through the solar doors in slow motion. People were running and the Vikings were making short work of any resistance. Like a dream, she saw a huge man come towards her with his sworawn.awn. His hand came towards her and she closed her eyes. Here it comes she thought as she prepared herself. She was so preoccupied with the thoughts of her coming death that she barely felt the blow that knocked her out.



Several hours later, Katherine woke up in the keep\'s main hall amazed that she was still alive. All around her were the sounds of celebration. She opened her eyes to see herself surrounded by Vikings eating and drinking in a circle of tables. A huge pile of tapestries, gold fixtures and other bewildered women were with her in the middle of this feast. She looked over to the front of the hall and saw men at the main table. She thought to herself, I must have hit my head hard because I can\'t believe what I see.



First of all Katherine eyes were drawn to a tall strong looking blond haired man sitting in the castle lord\'s chair. He looked to be in his early thirties with a commanding air about him. Certainly, every Viking in the room was deferring and toasting to him. From what she could hear, his name was Bulwyl. He was listening to a man beside him with an amused air about him. The identity of the man he was listening to shocked Katherine to her toes. It was Father Clement! But Father Clement was wearing Norse clothing. Then she heard a man call out the name Harald over the din and Clement turned and answered the hail in Norse! My God, Katherine suddenly knew why Saint Luke\'s and the keep fell so fast to the Northmen. She was then not surprised to see Father Mark and John at the tables along the walesseessed in Norse clothing as well. With a jolt, Katherine noticed another longhaired blond man on the dais with a dark haired girl on his lap. My God, she thought to herself, its Mary Margaret. Katherine watched in surprise as Mary threw her arms around the warrior and gave him a passionate kiss.



At that moment, Katherine also recognized some of the keep\'s ladies and maidservants scattered around the tables in various states of undress. Some were on Viking laps or actually on the table with a Northman between their legs. She looked down with a blush. Now, she thought, what am I doing out here. Katherine soon got her answer.



Clement otherwise known as Harald got to his feet and yelled for silence. He then recited a prayer of some sort for their victories that the other warriors chanted with him. She listened to them say, \"Lo there do I see my father. Lo there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers. Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla where the brave may live forever.\" The assembled men then solemnly drank.



Harald then jumped off the dais and headed towards Katherine. She jumped as he pulled her up and took her to stand in front of the dais with three other women.



Harald turned to Bulwyl and said, \"My lord, on behalf of the raiding party, we offer to you these women along with the booty behind us as tribute to the you the warrior who designed and executed a plan that will be sung of for decades in Denmark! As you can see my lord, these women are the most beautiful of the slaves we captured today.\" Harald stroked his hand down Katherine\'s long hair as he said this.



Katherine thought to herself in shock, me beautiful? Katherine was beautiful with long curly rich red hair and green eyes. Her body was also firm with the long hours of work she did every day in the abbey\'s fields. But Katherine had never seen a mirror and vanity was frowned on in the nunnery. The moment Harald saw her he knew Bulwyl would be pleased with her. He made every effort to make sure she survived both sieges by issuing the command that no nuns be killed as far as it was possible and during the final battle, red haired women were not to be raped. He knew his brother\'s penchant for red hair. His brother\'s recently dead and much mourned wife had beautiful hair. In fact the other three captive women also had red hair but not as vivid as Katherine\'s.



A stunned Katherine turned towards Bulwyl. She looked into his eyes and shivered. She felt his interest and saw his desire. Bulwyl got to his feet and silence fell through the assembly. He said with a deep voice, \" I thank you for your loyalty and for your generosity. The bards will sing songs to your bravery and skill for years to come. We must savor our victory but remain vigilant. It will take two days for the damage to our dragon and strider ships to be repaired then we will sail for home and take our spoils with us.\"



The Vikings cheered as Bulwyl left the dais. The sounds of feasting and laughter filled the air. Harald turned to follow his brother and took Katherine\'s arm as he did. She followed. She had no choice.



Harald lead her into the solar with Bulwyl. Bulwyl had his back to the door, as Katherine stood there frozen with fear. She barely noticed Harald close the door as he left the room. The big blond man turned and came towards her.



She held out her hand and cried out, \"My Lord, please!\" Bulwyl looked her puzzled and asked her, \"Do you speak Norse?\" \"Yes\", replied Katherine with relief. \"Good, I don\'t like to wait.\" Bulwyl said. He turned and sat down in a high-backed chair. \"Now, take your clothes off slowly.\"



A shocked Katherine looked into his hot eyes and started to undress. In w miw minutes, she was nude and shivering in the solar even though a fire was roaring in the hearth. Bulwyl surveyed her body from top to bottom as he told her to turn in a circle and then come closer. She came closer until she was in between his knees. He ran his hands up around her shoulders over her breasts and down to hold her waist. She looked down at his sprawled body. He was wearing a pair of breeches and a loose white shirt. She could see his erection straining the frof hof his pants.



He held her waist and pulled her down to sit sideways on his lap. Bulwyl stroked her hair as he waited for her to relax under his gentle hands. Katherine could feel her heart pounding and she felt his body heat seep through her body. She turned her head and looked up at him as he slowly grasped the back of her head and kissed her. His tongue was plundering her mouth and his hands caressed her breasts and nipples. He kissed and fondled her until Katherine thought her heart would burst from lack of air and a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach rose up toward her heart.



Bulwyl then dipped his head and captured one of her nipples in his mouth. She gasped as he sucked and laved her breasts until her nipples were red and hard. He stopped and used one of his hands to undo his breeches. He then took her hand and plunged it into his open pants. Her hand was filled with his hard velvety cock. She looked down as she pulled his cock out his pants. The large red head of his penis emerged as he pulled his breeches down his lean hips.



Katherine could not believe how fast things moved from that point. He grasped Katherine\'s waist and pulled her to her feet. She let his penis slip from her hand as Bulwyl repositioned her so she straddled his hips. He told her to hold on to his shoulders as he pulled her onto his lap. In a daze, Katherine watched him as he positioned his cock with one hand and sat her down on his penis with the other. She shrieked in pain as his cock thrust through her defenses. Her own body weight helped him drive into her with one stroke. He held her hips tightly as she squirmed and bucked to get off. He groaned with pleasure as her moves to get off him were thwarted. Katherine could not believe how much he was hurting her. He was much too big she thought as she wept. She looked at him and told him in Norse that he was too big and was hurting her. Bulwyl just groaned again and started to kiss her. She squirmed again to get away.



Abruptly he got to his feet with Katherine still impaled on his cock. He carried her to the wide bench along side the window and lay down with her still skewered on his penis. He took his hands and pulled her knees up and then pushed them flat onto the bench. In that position she was wide open to him as he started to fuck her. Katherine\'s face was pressed against his muscled wide chest as she felt him pull almost all the way out of her then slid his cock all the way back into her.



She knew when this day began that she might end it this way but the reality was overwhelming as she lay under Bulwyl as he fucked her. She clutched at his arms as he rhythmically thrust in and out her body. She could hear him moan as he moved on top of her. It didn\'t hurt as much as it did at first. The feel of his shirt rubbing against her nipples was maddening her. Through the next twenty minutes, he thrust into her with even hard strokes that steadily sped up until he was pounding into her body. Part way through, she caught his rhythm with her hips and unconsciously started moving with him. Katherine was also unaware towards the end she was softly moaning in time with his thrusts. Bulwyl knew though and as he pounded her hot tight pussy, he took his hand and started rubbing the top of her slit between their moving bodies. By the time he came with a shout inside her slippery little pussy, he had rubbed Katherine into her first orgasm. She moaned and groaned as she felt his cock spurt hot semen into her womb.



As he recovered on top of her, Bulwyl thought to himself that the soft little pants and sexy moaning she made while he fucked her was arousing not to mention her long curly red hair and her tight pussy. He decided then to spent the entire night with her rather than send for one of the other women. Katherine watched him with heavily lidded eyes when he pulled his cock out of her pussy and got to his feet. He cupped her breasts and told her with a rare smile, \"You please me. What is your name?\" She whispered, \"Katherine.\" He said, \"I\'ll call you Kati.\"



Bulwyl turned and walked towards the bed taking off his shirt, breeches and boots as he went. He turned to look at her still on the bench and said with a lazy smile, \"Kati, I\'m not finished fucking you yet\" and got into the bed. Katherine\'s body still hummed and thrummed with tingles of pleasure she had never in her life could have believed really existed. He was the source of these feelings. Mesmerized, Katherine followed this masterful man and got into his bed. Between the bouts of hot sweaty sex, amazing orgasms and snatched naps, Sister Katherine started to disappear and Kati was born.