Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 6:



Innesfain Castle: Scotland:



Leif Gunnarson quickly recovered his wits and inclined his head. The Norse boys at his side quickly imitated him. His mind was racing. This woman was the living image of Bulwyl\'s wife, Kati. But she was clearly the lady of this castle. His clever mind started to see how this situation could be turned to his advantage. Clearly, with the laird away for another week and winter fast approaching, the Vikings had little time to waste.



He showed the lady of the manor his wares and watched her carefully. The red haired woman carried herself like a princess. A tingle of apprehension went down his spine when she laughed at something one of her ladies said. He had the privilege of fostering with Bulwyl when he was a younger man. He knew the Lady Kati well - and her laugh. This woman laughed exactly like her.



Lady Margaret could feel the eyes of the young merchant on her. His clear blue eyes never left her face. She tried to ignore the young man but her eyes kept straying to his handsome face. He looked shocked and a little disturbed - like he had seen her before. She fingered the delicate silk and tried to still her pounding heart.



Moira was never far from her thoughts. Her twin sister had been sent away to a distant convent when their father had died. It had nearly broken her heart and she never forgave her dying father for doing something so cruel even if it was for the good the clan MacLean. It had taken her years but she persuaded her husband to finally let her contact her. She had been devastated to learn that the convent had been sacked and was in ruins. She thought she would never see her sister again. But the intense scrutiny of this trader gave her hope. She hoped that he had seen her face before. She needed to speak to the trader alone. But how was she t thi this without seeming unchaste and forward.



Lady Margaret looked at her dearest friend, Fiona with speculative eyes. The tall seemingly stern woman was her confidante. Maybe she could convince Fiona to help her see the trader alone. She touched the delicate silk thread and asked the man how much it was.



Leif named a price off the top of his head. He wasn\'t sure of the currency but he could see by the pleased look in the lady\'s fine green eyes that the price had been perhaps too low. No matter, he was not looking for profit. He was looking for craftsmen. He could feel the tension in the lady\'s body as he accepted the coins from her delicate hands.



\"Fiona,\" said Lady Margaret diffidently. \"Come and touch this fabric. What is it called again sir?\"



\"Velvet, my lady\" offered Olaf with fascination. This woman looked like his friend Barni\'s stepmother. Barni\'s stepmother was a beautiful woman. The dark haired boy had thought himself in love with the Lady Kati when he was fourteen. He glared at the softly snickering Lars over his shoulder. Lars knew of his infatuation with the Lady Kati.



Lars stopped laughing at his lovesick friend when Leif ushered him over.



\"Can you find out about this keep\'s defenses,\" whispered Leif in Lars\'s ear.



Lars gave the Norseman a nod and a slow smile. Leif nodded and went to stand beside Olaf and showed the ladies more exotic fabric.



After purchasing thread and a small bolt of fabric, Lady Margaret dismissed the merchants. She waited until her chattering handmaidens and ladies left the solar and called Fiona over to sit.



\"That fabric was very expensive,\" said Fiona with a raised eyebrow.



\"It was also very beautiful, Fiona,\" said Margaret with an unrepentant grin. \"You need to live a little more.\"



\"I\'m an old spinster,\" said Fiona repressively.



\"Fiona,\" chided Margaret. \"You are six and twenty. You are not old.\"



\"But I am,\" said Fiona. \"I have no prospects.\"



Margaret sighed and silently began to finger the lovely cloth. Fiona\'s fiancee had kept putting off the marriage until he had died in a skirmish four years ago. Fiona had insisted to everyone that she had loved the young man but Margaret knew better. Fiona had wanted to marry that man but he was silently acknowledged to have no interest in ladies. His interest lied elsewhere.



Then her mind shifted to the matter at hand. Fiona had to help her meet the trader privately. But she had to make sure that all the proprieties were observed. Fiona had to make the trader realize all Margaret wanted was information. Even though, her traitorous mind did point out that he had a fine muscular body and a pleasing face.



Margaret took a deep breath and confided in her closest friend. Fiona was silent for a long minute.



\"Are you certain this is why the trader was looking at you so intently, my lady,\" said Fiona carefully. \"He may have wanted something more earthy from you.\"



\"The expression was on all three of the traders\' faces,\" pointed out Margaret. \"You know how I feel about my sister.\"



\"Yes,\" said Fiona with a sigh.



\"Will you help me,\" said Margaret a little desperately.



\"Yes,\" said Fiona. \"But don\'t blame me if everything goes wrong. We are going to have to be careful.\"



An hour later, a confused Leif was ushered into a bathing chamber by an impassive Fiona.



\"My lady wishes to offer you the hospitality of the castle,\" said Fiona. \"It is custom in the highlands for a guest to be offered a bath.\"



\"Oh,\" said Leif. His mind was racing. His mother had never mentioned anything like this custom but she had not been high born.



After Fiona left the room, he stripped and carefully lowered himself into the bath. He placed a dagger within his reach. He relaxed into the hot water with a sigh. And here he thought these Gaelic people were uncivilized. He jerked up when Fiona came back into the room.





\"You are unfamiliar with the custom of one of the keep\'s ladies helping you in the bath,\" said Fiona with a raised eyebrow. She kept scrubbing Leif as she said this.



\"Yes,\" said Leif with confusion. He watched the older woman with careful eyes as she quickly and efficiently helped him. Up close, it was like he suspected. She was not old. She just dressed like she was. The clothes hid what looked like firm backside and curvy breasts. He was used to thick clothing and high necks. He was also used to discerning what lay hidden behind such clothing. He could feel his cock twinge with interest.



Fiona\'s facgan gan to flush under the man\'s unending scrutiny. Her hands glided over hard smooth flesh. She had been surprised that a merchant had such thick muscles. She leaned over and spilt water over her bodice. Fiona ignored the mess and kept on with her task.



Leif felt his body tighten as the water molded the cloth to her firm breasts. He could see through the fine white fabric clearly. His penis stiffened further as he stared at her tight pink nipples.



Fiona flushed when she saw his eyes on her wet bodice. She shivered when he licked his lips.



\"My lady wished to ask something of you,\" said Fiona as she tore her eyes from his lips.



\"And what would that be,\" asked Leif quietly.



\"She would like to speak with you privately on a matter of importance,\" said Fiona quickly as she soaped his chest. Her eyes were riveted on his shoulders - his hard manly shoulders. \"But she wished to make clear that her intentions are honorable.\"



\"Honorable?\" asked Leif.



\"Yes,\" said Fiona as she flushed red. \"She is not trying to make an…..assignation. She simply has questions.\"



\"You can assure your lady that I understand completely,\" said Leif as he gave a triumphant grin. Then his grin lengthened as he felt her hands drift under the water to wash his thighs.



Fiona washed his hard thighs as her thighs quivered. She wondered what was wrong with her as she tried to quickly complete his bath. Lady Margaret was waiting in the chamber across from the bathing room. Her hands drifted as she washed then she stiffened when she realized she wasn\'t touching his thigh. She tried to pull away but Leif\'s hand snaked out to capture her own under the water. He pressed her hand against his hot erection.



\"And what do I get for my discretion,\" asked Leif with a lazy smile. He moved her hand to touch him more completely. Her face went scarlet red as she struggled to pull away.



\"Nothing,\" snapped Fiona. \"You impertinent man.\"



Leif moved his hips lazily as he held her hand against himself. Fiona felt her heart accelerate as she tried to pull away again. She gave a gasp when Leif\'s other hand came behind her body and pulled her closer to the tub of water. His hand pulled up her skirt and delved underneath her petticoats.



\"Stop,\" whispered Fiona helplessly as she felt his hand drift under her skirts and run up her thigh. She gave a small cry when his hslidslid into the apex of her thighs. He ran a finger down her cleft. Fiona moaned and looked into his passion darkened eyes with a shiver.



Leif rocked his hips as he gently ran a finger up her cleft. He gave a low groan when he felt that she was wet with desire. He parted the lips of her pussy and ran a light finger over her clitoris. He smiled when she stiffened and squirmed on his finger. He rubbed her sensitive nub with slow circles as she panted. Her eyes were closed.



Fiona could feel his hand was buried in her most private place but sheldn\ldn\'t move. She was paralyzed with desire. Her eyes were closed and she could feel him hot and throbbing in han hand underneath the water. When he wrapped her hand around his cock and showed her how to rub up and down, she obeyed. Her eyes flew open a moment later when he penetrated her sheath with a finger. She looked into his hot eyes as he moved the finger back and forth inside her slowly.



Leif panted as he felt how impossibly tight she was on his finger. He could feel her hymen when he thrust his finger deeper. Odin, she was a virgin. Gaelic men must be crazy. He moved forward and captured her mouth in a kiss.



When the trader captured her mouth in a hot deep kiss, it shocked Fiona. Even more than his finger inside of her pussy did. The kisses she got from her fiancee had been small pecks not this hard pulse pounding sucking. His tongue explored her mouth thoroughly as Fiona moaned helplessly.



She blinked at him when he pulled his finger out of her a minute later and pullis mis mouth away from her own. He tugged at her clothes.



\"What is it?\" asked Fiona with confusion. Her hand was still wrapped around his hot erection and her hand was still moving on him.



\"Take this off,\" said Leif roughly.



\"Lady Margaret is waiting,\" protested Fiona weakly.



\"Then she\'ll wait longer,\" said Leif as he gave her another hot sucking kiss. Fiona gasped as he stood up in all his naked glory. She trembled as she saw his hard muscled body shimmering in the candlelight. She gave his stiff red penis a fearful look. He gave her no time to protest or make objections.



Before Fiona could comprehend it she was on her back on the fur coverlet on the floor and her skirts were hiked up to her waist. She gasped when his hands ripped her bodice open and his mouth closed over a tight pink nipple. Fiona squirmed as hot sensation flooded her body. He was lying on top of her wet and hot and Fiona could not catch her breath.



Leif sucked and nibbled at her proud high breasts as he ran his cock up and down her wet slit. He pressed inwards and covered her mouth to capture her scream when he surged deep inside her with a hard thrust. He groaned with satisfaction as he felt her sheath dilate for him. He pressed forward until he was buried inside of her to the hilt.



Fiona tried to push the heavy man off of her when pain ripped through her. She tried to tear her mouth away and scream but his mouth was fastened securely and she could only moan in her throat. She could feel him deep inside her, stretching her impossibly wide. She gasped with relief when he pulled out of her then she groaned when he slid back in. he repeated the movement over and over again as Fiona shivered under his thrusting body. The intense pain had faded and he lifted his mouth off of hers. He looked down into her flushed face as he moved inside her. His eyes looked into her own intently.



\"You feel so good,\" groaned Leif as he thrust into the woman lying under him. \"So hot and tight.\"



Fiona\'s face flushed at his erotic words and her mouth softened as he gave her a nibbling soft kiss. She gasped when he ran a finger down her cleft to where they were joined.



Leif looked down at her pussy lips stretched tight around his moving shaft. He played with her clitoris as his hips moved between her outstretched thighs. She squirmed under his body as his clever fingers rubbed her until she stiffened and began to shudder. He leaned down to muffle her cries of pleasure with his mouth as she came.



Fiona felt the waves of pleasure rock her body intensely. She dug her nails into his back as, for the first time, an orgasm fluttered through her body.



Leif arched his back and gave her a few pounding thrusts as she came against his throbbing cock. The squeezing of her sheath was the last straw for him as he spurted his semen deep inside her. He buried his face in hair as his body jerked and bucked on top of her panting soft curves.



After he recovered his breath, he leaned up and silently cleaned between her thighs with a soft cloth. Fiona blushed but let him. She watched him clean himself afterward. She opened her mouth to say something but he leaned a finger against her lips and kissed her softly. She straightened and tried to put her dress to as good as new as he swiftly dressed. Before they left the chamber to meet Lady Margaret, Leif pinned her against the door.



\"Come to me later tonight,\" said Leif as he touched her face.



\"Yes,\" whispered Fiona. She licked her swollen lips then led him to her mistress. Fiona felt dazed and her thighs felt tender but she wanted this man to show her more about passion. Margaret was right, she needed to live life not let it pass her by.