Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 4:



The Woods:



Leif Gunnarson watched the flow of farmers carefully and covertly in the village square. He gave one of the two cabin boys that accompanied him a significant look. That look meant that the boy was to wander around and try to find out the lay of the land.



He watched the dark haired young boy swagger off with a surpressed grin. He had chosen both boys for their ability to speak the Gaelic language. Their mothers like his own had been Viking captives from the coast of Scotland. But these boys were Norse to their fingertips. Olaf and Lars had been thrilled when he had approached them about this mission. They had hoped to participate in a raid or two but so far the voyage had been peaceful much to the young men\'s chagrin. This mission smacked of excitement and adventure.



\"Colin,\" said Leif in Gaelic to the remaining red haired young man. Lars turned to look expectantly at Leif. \"This lady needs to see the special fabrics we have brought.\"



Leif gave the group of young ladies who were crowded around the stall a warm smile. He noted that their clothing was a cut above the rest of the crowd as far as quality and cleanliness. He would wager that these ladies came from the keep on the hill overlooking the village.



The young ladies gasped when \'Colin\' brought out the rich red silk from the East, green lush velvet from Italy and the delicate white Irish linen. Haarald had traded furs and other Norse goods for the valuable fabric in Dubhlain. Several spools of brightly colored thread were spread out as well.



\"It\'s too dear,\" said a repressive voice from behind the young ladies. Several young faces fell when the voice spoke.



\"Dear lady,\" said Leif. \"How do you know if you don\'t ask how much.\"



\"I wager it would cost an entire years rents for even one bolt of that red cloth,\" said a tall brown haired woman as she walked up to the front of the stall.



Leif looked at the rather severely dressed woman with curiosity. She was clearly older but not old. She was not young either. Her shrewd eye eyes took in the rather exotic wares he displayed. He repressed another grin when he saw Lars give a pretty dimpled blond girl a covert wink.



\"We usually do not get such exotic goods here in Innesfain,\" said the woman suspiciously.



\"A happy accident of fate,\" said Leif smoothly. \"We are new to this trading route. My father wanted to see whether or not we should expand our trading routes to the highlands. We usually keep to the lowlands.\"



\"That explains the accents,\" said the pretty dimpled girl as she stared at Lars. \"Lady Margaret would be interested in the goods here.\"



Lars gave the girl a shining innocent smile. Leif knew Lars would be spending this evening in between this young girl\'s thighs if given half a chance.



\"If Lady Margaret wishes,\" said Leif blandly. \"If not then we will be on our way.\"



\"Wait here,\" said the woman with a measured look at the Viking. He had worn his best tunic and felt half-naked without his broadsword but he knew he looked the part of a tradesman. \"I will send a messenger back. Girls, do not tarry here long while I am gone.\"



The older woman walked purposefully towards the keep on the hill. The young girls began to drift around to neighboring stalls but the blond girl lingered.



\"Colin,\" said Leif. \"Help me put the fabric away safely.\"



When Lars leaned down, Leif whispered to him, \"Go, find out what you can from the girl. And do not get caught.\"



\"Caught at what,\" said Lars innocently as he winked at Leif.



\"Could you show me where the water pumps are?\" asked Lars to the young blond girl. \"I need to fetch water.\"



\"Okay,\" said the girl shyly. \"Follow me.\"



Lars introduced himself and learnt that the girl\'s name was Megan and her father was a kinsman of the lords of the keep. The clan\'s name was MacLean. He led the girl farther away from the village as they talked. They strolled along the outer edges of the village until they came to a stream. He told her lies. But as he was taught, he made the lies as close to the truth as possible. He said his mother was from a foreign land and that his father was a farmer. Lars neglected to mention that his mother was Scottish and as such foreign to him. She was a servant in his father\'s household. And that his father was a farmer but in Denmark. When he wasn\'t farming, his father went a-viking with his overlord - Bulwyl. His father had claimed and acknowledged him when he was a baby. Lars may be half Scots by blood but he thought of himself as Norse.



\"Traveling must be so fascinating,\" said the blushing girl as she looked at the tall Norse boy. Megan had never seen such clear green eyes in her life. His hair wasn\'t wild Scottish red either; it was dark auburn and silky smooth. She was smitten by the young man.



\"You\'re the prettiest girl I have ever seen,\" blurted out Lars. He thought she was. She was small and dainty. Her hair was blond with hints of red in the sunlight and curly, unlike any he had ever seen in Denmark. She smiled at him and her pretty blue eyes sparkled at the admiration she saw in them. Then her eyes saddened.



\"What\'s wrong,\" asked Lars in consternation.



\"I\'m married,\" said Megan with a slight sob. \"I had better tell you before-\"



\"Your husband gets here,\" said Lars as he looked over his shoulder.



\"No,\" said Megan with a sigh. \"He\'s with Lord MacLean hunting a league away. Before another girl told you. But I don\'t think anyone from the castle saw me with you.\"



\"What about the villagers,\" asked Lars with a confused look.



\"They don\'t count,\" said Megan naively. She looked sad again. \"My husband is old,\" whispered Megan. \"I am his third wife.\"



\"How old,\" asked Lars. He moved closer to the young girl. She blushed but stepped closer as well.



\"Thirty,\" said Megan with a sigh.



\"Poor Megan,\" whispered Lars as he pulled her closer with a strong hand. Megan made a show of resisting. Lars gave her pouting mouth a soft kiss as he looked over her shoulder for anyone coming. Then he pulled her unresisting body into the woods.



\"Poor little Megan,\" whispered Lars as he feathered soft hungry kisses over her face and throat as he maneuvered her deeper into the woods.



Megan clutched at Lars\' broad shoulders and opened her mouth for his questing tongue. She moaned when she felt his hands caress her breasts through her surcoat.



Those hungry green eyes looked into her own as he asked, \"Are you a virgin Megan?\"



Her heart thumped in awareness as she saw the look in his eyes. He was giving her the same look her husband gave her before he joined her in her bedchamber at night. She shook her head wordlessly as she felt her thighs quiver with passion.



\"Good,\" said Lars roughly as he gently bore her to the ground. Megan tore at the strings of her bodice impatiently as Lars kissed her throat. She could feel the intensity of her desire for him engulf her. She gasped when an impatient Lars tossed up her skirts and pulled off her undergarments. She parted her legs as she helped him free his erection. Her eyes widened as the weeping red head of his cock sprang free. He pulled her hand to touch him as he palmed her mound with a greedy sigh.



\"Ahhh,\" moaned Megan as he thrust into her with an impatient growl. He felt so good inside of her - so hard and smooth. Megan dimly thought to herself that this is what desire felt like.



Lars buried his face in her hair and began to thrust in and out of her slippery pussy. Her knees came up on either side of his thighs and her hands clung to his arms as he fucked her. He raised his head to gaze into her flushed pretty face as he thrust into her welcoming body. Her soft hips caught his rhythm as they began to move harder and faster. A tingling sensation began to pool in her stomach. Megan moaned as Lars began to thrust inside her with choppy hard thrusts. She watched his face contort with pleasure and felt him spurt inside her as he threw back his head and mumbled something she couldn\'t understand.



Megan panted under his heaving body. Her nipples were hard and she had this niggling feeling of disappointment. Megan wondered what it could be. He hadn\'t hurt her and she really enjoyed the feel of his cock deep inside her. She squirmed underneath him then gasped. His cock twitched then began to expand inside her sheath. Megan looked at him in confusion. Her husband liked to have sex with her but he was never this ready again so quickly.



Lars arched his back in Megan\'s slippery and still hungry sheath. He kissed her pouting mouth and thrust his tongue into her moist cavern lazily. Megan gave a loud cry when Lars\'s thumbs ran over her tingling nipples. His hips began to slide in between her thighs with long slow movements. Megan moved with him. Usually she stayed still under her husband\'s body but this beautiful boy had her hips moving. She gave a strangled moan when his fingers slipped in between their heaving bodies. He ran a finger lightly up her wet cleft just above where he was buried deep inside her.



Megan could feel her heat pound with excitement, and her face felt like it was aflame. When he told her to wrap her legs around his hips, she obeyed and sweet heady sensation flooded through her body. She gave a high cry when he pulled one of her legs up to lie over his shoulder as he began to fuck her with deep hard strokes that shook her entire body.



Megan gave helpless cries as a tingling sensation that began at her toes swept up her heaving body to the top of her head. Waves of pleasure crashed over her as her body shook and her sheath tightened on Lars\'s driving thick penis. Megan was unaware of it but she had just had her first orgasm. She had her second minutes later when Lars began to drive into her with short little stabs. He let go inside her sucking pussy with a low deep groan of fulfillment.
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\"Odin,\" thought Larshe phe panted on top of her sweaty body. He had various serving girls in the last couple of years but this girl was the best he ever had. He nuzzled into her sweet smelling hair and stroked her smooth silky skin.



Before they left the woods, Lars had Megan on her hands and knees from behind as she moaned her pleasure aloud. Before they cleaned up, he ran a finger down her semen damp cleft and made her promise to meet him later that night. He was sure that Leif would charm their way into the keep. Her husband was one of the keep\'s main defenders. She would know where the pulleys were to lower the bridge. He definitely needed to \'see\' her later.



Leif gave Lars an impassive gaze when he and Megan reappeared later. Megan turned besotted eyes on the tall Norse boy as she left for the keep. He smiled at her with a possessive gleam in his eyes.



Leif watched with amusement as the obviously thoroughly fucked and veatisatisfied girl left for the keep. He laughed when Lars told him his information. Olaf had come back with news that the Lord of the keep was not expected back for at least a week. He was very upset to find out that Lars had a much better time than he did gathering information.



When the messenger came from the keep with the invitation, Leif accepted impassively but inside he was triumphant. The only craftsman in the area where up there on the hill. They need their ships repaired and Leif was determined to make this happen. He wanted to winter in Denmark.