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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
24,014
Reviews:
105
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Olaf and Lars
Viking Saga Chapter 8:
Innesfain Castle:
Olaf opened the door of the private room that he was sharing with Leif and Lars with a tired sigh. He had spent the night flirting with serving girls. He had nearly convinced a winsome lass to show him e the the arms were kept under the pretense of having an assignation. It was shame that the cook had come looking for her. All he had gotten out of her were a few stolen kisses. He let his thoughts drift to the Lady Margaret. It was scary how much she resembled Lady Kati.
Olaf lay down on the large bed to wait for Leif or Lars to come back. He let his mind drift towards the lady of castle. The dark haired boy gave a slight shiver when he thought of her beautiful green eyes. It seemed to Olaf that Lady Kati had fixated him for some years now. In the beginning it had been because Katie had treated him kindly when he was sent to live in Bulwyl’s household. It had been an honor to be fostered out to the famous Viking warlord Bulwyl. Olaf had formed a strong alliance with Bulwyl’s son, Barni and Lars. They had been boon companions for years now. His mother had died when he was twelve and Kati had taken him under her wing. Her gentleness had captivated him. When he hit puberty his crush had been solidified by a small yet significant incident.
Olaf had just had a visit from his father. His father was a gruff but affectionate man. His mother had been a Scottish captive. She taught him her language but had given him over her Viking master to raise as a Northman. She had known that Olaf’s destiny lay in Denmark. She had encouraged him to think as himself as his father’s son. In Denmark, a Viking man could make his own fortune. All he needed was his father’s acknowledgment. And Olaf had it.
He had been sitting alone outside on the edge of a cliff that oversaw the harbor where Bulwyl’s ships were moored. His father had brought a piece of cloth his mother had woven for him before she died. She asked that her master bring this tartan, as she called it, to her son on her deathbed.
Olaf was embarrassed by this memory. He had been weeping. This scrap of cloth was all his mother could give him as a legacy. He remembered her whispers that she was from a proud and old Scottish clan called Campbell that lived in a place called Inverness. Her name was Megotta Campbell. She had told him that he had the blood of warriors in him and to never forget her. He never would. It was then when he had been remembering her and crying on the bluff that Lady Kati came upon him. She had touched his hair and held him as he cried. Then she had said in Gaelic that as long as he lived, his mother would live on. It was then that Olaf fell in love with Lady Kati, her soft Gaelic voice and her green eyes.
His mates teased him over his obvious and unattainable crush. Even Bulwyl knew of Olaf’s attachment to his wife. But he treated the young man with bemused affection. It would never occurred to Olaf to press his attentions on Lady Kati. He liked to love her from afar. But Lady Margaret was a different story. He did not know Lady Margaret’s husband, nor did he owe allegiance to him. The young man ran a hand down his awakening body as he allowed himself to fantasize about Margaret. He imagined her unpinning her hair and slowly undressing for him behind his closed eyelids. His hand reached into his breeches and stroked his awakening erection as his fantasy unfurled. He stiffened and rolled over feigning sleep when he heard a rustle at the door.
Olaf could hear Lars and a soft voice. Lars was coaxing the girl into the room. Olaf listened with amusement. Lars could charm the birds out of trees when he was trying to bed a girl.
“Your friend is here sleeping,” squeaked Megan as she allowed the strapping young Norseman lure her into his chamber.
“It’s a big bed,” purred Lars as he kissed the girl’s rosy cheek.
“Will your master be back soon,” worried Megan. She slipped out of Lars’s strong arms with a blush. She was taking a chance being here. But she couldn’t stop herself. Megan looked at the somesome young man and blushed. He had brought her such pleasure earlier that afternoon.
Lars looked at her in puzzlement then shook himself and said, “No, he’s occupied.” Lars hoped that Leif wouldn’t be back soon. But if he was, it was like he said the bed was a big enough. Besides, in a castle this size with this many people, privacy was a luxury.
Megan’s lips softened under the stenstent kiss of the young man. She moaned when he thrust his hot tongue into her mouth. She clung to his broad shoulders as he edged her towards the soft big bed. His tongue tangled in her own as he explored her eager mouth. All thoughts of getting caught or her husband flew out of her head when his strong fingers began to strip her dress from her. His callused hands palmed cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed her stiffening nipples. They separated briefly so they could strip their clothing off and tumbled onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs.
Olaf held his breath as he listened to the moans and gasps get louder beside him. He peeked one eye open and caught Lars’s amused gaze for a second. The girl was oblivious under Lars’s clever mouth so Olaf looked his fill. She was a pleasant little armful. Lars was licking her rosy nipple and one of his hands was buried in between her thighs. The girl’s eyes were clenched closed as Lars rubbed her in all the right places. Olaf could feel his cock stiffen, as he smelt her arousal.
Megan moaned as she felt his hot tugging mouth on her breasts. They swelled in his embrace as Megan gave a sudden gasp. Lars had plunged a finger deep inside her wet cleft and he was moving it back in forth in an erotic rhythm. She could hear how wet he made her. She trembled when he moved over her body and swept her thighs apart with his rough thighs. She arched her back and gave a throaty cry when he replaced his finger with his hot throbbing erection. He moved in between her thighs with powerful strokes as Megan keened out her pleasure under his laboring body.
Olaf openly watched as Lars fucked the girl beside him. He was plunging deep inside her with long thrusts and the girl was writhing underneath him. He smiled when Lars opened his passion filled eyes and said to him in Norse, “Odin Olaf, her pussy is so wet and tight.”
Megan had her eyes closed as the shivers of pleasure engulfed her. She held on to his powerful arms as he moved inside her willing body. She could hear him muttering to himself but she could not understand him. His hips began to move faster so Megan gave a sigh of intense pleasure as her sheath fluttered against his driving penis. Her orgasm fluttered through her body a scant second later. She did not hear Lars mutter to himself again. She was too caught up in a maelstrom of pleasure.
“Olaf,” whispered Lars in Norse with a soft growl. His hips were pistoning in and out of her wet sheath in hard fast strokes. He was going to come soon. “Do you want to fuck her next?”
“Yes,” said Olaf with a moan. He watched the girl’s breasts bounce back and forth under his friend’s driving body. Her flushed face was covered in her blonde curly hair. He stroked his cock as Lars drove hard into the girl and arched his back as he pumped his semen inside her. He thighs were wrapped around his hips. Olaf quickly stripped as Lars relaxed onto her soft body.
Megan held her mouth up for a soft kiss as she felt him lower his weight on her body. She stroked his back as he panted on top of her.
“Megan,” whispered Lars in her ear.
“What?” asked the dazed girl.
“My friend is awake,” said Lars as he shifted off her body. Megan blushed and looked over. She stiffened when she saw the young dark haired boy nude beside her. She looked at his red stiff erection with shock and dismay. She lay on the bed frozen with surprise as Lars traded places with Olaf.
“I don’t…Please,” moaned Megan as Olaf settled himself between her legs. She trembled as Olaf ran the thick head of his cock up then down her sticky cleft. She tried to close her thighs but Lars reached over and held her ankles and made her open her legs for Olaf. Megan squirmed under Olaf’s hard body as he entered her in one long slow thrust.
“Uhhhhh,” gasped Megan. She could feel him surge into her wet sheath with ease. She arched her back when Olaf’s hot mouth licked and teased at her nipples as he rode her. When Lars let her ankles go, Olaf urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. Megan did as she was told and gave a low moan when he thrust into her again and again. Her head spun as this other boy made her pussy flutter with desire. His hard thrusting body urged her to another orgasm. He gave her a soft kiss as he moved harder inside her. Megan’s mouth softened as he teased her mouth open. His tongue imitated the movements of his hot erection inside her sheath as Megan gasped out her pleasure.
Olaf moved inside her hot slippery sheath with strong determined thrusts. He looked down into her dazed and passion filled eyes with a smile.
“You like this Megan,” asked Olaf hotly.
“Yes,” moaned Megan. She blushed as she realized that she did not know his name -the name of the man inside her. She moaned when he stopped his movements inside her. He pulled out of her sheath with an audible sound. His strong hands flipped her on her stomach then he pulled her up on her hands and knees on the soft bed. She looked up and saw Lars sitting in front of her. His red erection waving in front of his abdomen. He was hard again.
Olaf parted her knees from behind and thrust inside her. His hands gripped at her hips as he urged her to rock back and forth on her knees. He looked up and watched with a smile on his face as Lars grasped his cock in one hand and rubbed himself against her lips. Olaf licked his lips as he saw Lars hard cock disappear inside Megan’s mouth. Both Norse boys rocked Megan back and forth between their hard and insistent bodies. They established an erotic rhythm that had both boys gasping with pleasure.
Megan’s head whirled with sensation as she suckled on Lars’s hard penis. It felt like soft velvet in her mouth. She moaned as she also felt Olaf inside her fluttering sheath. She shivered in excitement as little shocks of pleasure rocked her body almost as hard as the two young men. She arched her back wantonly when she felt Olaf stiffen and pulse inside her. When Lars took his stiff penis out of her mouth and flipped her on her back to enter her again. Megan’s legs parted willingly. After Lars came inside her, Megan welcomed Olaf’s new erection back inside her pussy with a languid smile.
Hours later when the two young boys were finally satisfied, Megan sleepily settled herself in between their nude sweaty bodies. Both Olaf and Lars wrapped a hand around a thigh or a breast and went to sleep. Megan followed quickly. Before she fell asleep, she touched her now sore sticky pussy and licked her swollen lips and smiled. Before today, she had no idea what passion was all about. These two boys just showed her. She touched her aching ass ruefully. They also showed her something that she had not thought possible.
When she woke up before dawn in order to sneak out and make it to her bedchamber without being caught, the two young men opened their eyes sleepily. Megan could not resist another bout with them. In the dawn light, Lars and Olaf kissed and stroked Megan’s squirming body. Lars licked at her nipples as Olaf sucked at her nub and ran his clever tongue up and down her cleft. They made her cry out with passion.
Lars shifted onto his back when Olaf lifted his head from between Megan’s dripping thighs.
“Come ride me,” urged Lars with a throaty whisper. Megan eagerly impaled herself on his stiff erection as Lars squeezed her pert breasts. They began to move against each other’s hot and aroused bodies. Olaf stroked his erection and reached out to caress Megan’s ass. He slipped a finger inside her newly initiated anal passage. Megan gave a low moan as Olaf pulsed a finger inside her. Megan gave a high moan when Olaf ran his erection up her cleft and rubbed against Lars’s thrusting cock.
“Ohhhh,” moaned Megan when Olaf replaced his finger with his cock. He surged into her backside with a relentless thrust. He pushed her against Lars’s chest as the two young men plundered her body. They surged against her with long hard strokes in a matching rhythm. Megan was trapped between their thrusting bodies. She moaned louder. She felt full.
The exertions of the previous night made them last inside Megan for what seemed to her to be hours. Megan felt pleasure burst through her senses again and again as they moved her between their bodies like a rag doll. Olaf came first with a low groan as he pumped his semen into her. Lars followed soon after he felt Olaf come. He grasped her hips as he poured himself into her welcoming body. They collapsed in a heap together. Much later, Megan extracted herself and bade her two lovers a fond farewell. At least until the next night.
After she left, Olaf turned to Lars and grinned. Lars grinned back.
“Leif will kill us if we don’t find out where the arms are kept,” said Olaf with a contented sigh as he stretched.
“I know,” said Lars. “I ask her tonight. I’ll say we want to take her in there to have some fun. I hope she falls for it.”
“I’ll work on the cook’s assistant later too,” said Olaf with a yawn. “I wonder where Lis?”is?”
“Finding out how to open the drawbridge maybe,” said Lars with another yawn. He burrowed against Olaf’s shoulder and went to sleep. Olaf quickly followed.
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Innesfain Castle:
Olaf opened the door of the private room that he was sharing with Leif and Lars with a tired sigh. He had spent the night flirting with serving girls. He had nearly convinced a winsome lass to show him e the the arms were kept under the pretense of having an assignation. It was shame that the cook had come looking for her. All he had gotten out of her were a few stolen kisses. He let his thoughts drift to the Lady Margaret. It was scary how much she resembled Lady Kati.
Olaf lay down on the large bed to wait for Leif or Lars to come back. He let his mind drift towards the lady of castle. The dark haired boy gave a slight shiver when he thought of her beautiful green eyes. It seemed to Olaf that Lady Kati had fixated him for some years now. In the beginning it had been because Katie had treated him kindly when he was sent to live in Bulwyl’s household. It had been an honor to be fostered out to the famous Viking warlord Bulwyl. Olaf had formed a strong alliance with Bulwyl’s son, Barni and Lars. They had been boon companions for years now. His mother had died when he was twelve and Kati had taken him under her wing. Her gentleness had captivated him. When he hit puberty his crush had been solidified by a small yet significant incident.
Olaf had just had a visit from his father. His father was a gruff but affectionate man. His mother had been a Scottish captive. She taught him her language but had given him over her Viking master to raise as a Northman. She had known that Olaf’s destiny lay in Denmark. She had encouraged him to think as himself as his father’s son. In Denmark, a Viking man could make his own fortune. All he needed was his father’s acknowledgment. And Olaf had it.
He had been sitting alone outside on the edge of a cliff that oversaw the harbor where Bulwyl’s ships were moored. His father had brought a piece of cloth his mother had woven for him before she died. She asked that her master bring this tartan, as she called it, to her son on her deathbed.
Olaf was embarrassed by this memory. He had been weeping. This scrap of cloth was all his mother could give him as a legacy. He remembered her whispers that she was from a proud and old Scottish clan called Campbell that lived in a place called Inverness. Her name was Megotta Campbell. She had told him that he had the blood of warriors in him and to never forget her. He never would. It was then when he had been remembering her and crying on the bluff that Lady Kati came upon him. She had touched his hair and held him as he cried. Then she had said in Gaelic that as long as he lived, his mother would live on. It was then that Olaf fell in love with Lady Kati, her soft Gaelic voice and her green eyes.
His mates teased him over his obvious and unattainable crush. Even Bulwyl knew of Olaf’s attachment to his wife. But he treated the young man with bemused affection. It would never occurred to Olaf to press his attentions on Lady Kati. He liked to love her from afar. But Lady Margaret was a different story. He did not know Lady Margaret’s husband, nor did he owe allegiance to him. The young man ran a hand down his awakening body as he allowed himself to fantasize about Margaret. He imagined her unpinning her hair and slowly undressing for him behind his closed eyelids. His hand reached into his breeches and stroked his awakening erection as his fantasy unfurled. He stiffened and rolled over feigning sleep when he heard a rustle at the door.
Olaf could hear Lars and a soft voice. Lars was coaxing the girl into the room. Olaf listened with amusement. Lars could charm the birds out of trees when he was trying to bed a girl.
“Your friend is here sleeping,” squeaked Megan as she allowed the strapping young Norseman lure her into his chamber.
“It’s a big bed,” purred Lars as he kissed the girl’s rosy cheek.
“Will your master be back soon,” worried Megan. She slipped out of Lars’s strong arms with a blush. She was taking a chance being here. But she couldn’t stop herself. Megan looked at the somesome young man and blushed. He had brought her such pleasure earlier that afternoon.
Lars looked at her in puzzlement then shook himself and said, “No, he’s occupied.” Lars hoped that Leif wouldn’t be back soon. But if he was, it was like he said the bed was a big enough. Besides, in a castle this size with this many people, privacy was a luxury.
Megan’s lips softened under the stenstent kiss of the young man. She moaned when he thrust his hot tongue into her mouth. She clung to his broad shoulders as he edged her towards the soft big bed. His tongue tangled in her own as he explored her eager mouth. All thoughts of getting caught or her husband flew out of her head when his strong fingers began to strip her dress from her. His callused hands palmed cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed her stiffening nipples. They separated briefly so they could strip their clothing off and tumbled onto the bed in a heap of tangled limbs.
Olaf held his breath as he listened to the moans and gasps get louder beside him. He peeked one eye open and caught Lars’s amused gaze for a second. The girl was oblivious under Lars’s clever mouth so Olaf looked his fill. She was a pleasant little armful. Lars was licking her rosy nipple and one of his hands was buried in between her thighs. The girl’s eyes were clenched closed as Lars rubbed her in all the right places. Olaf could feel his cock stiffen, as he smelt her arousal.
Megan moaned as she felt his hot tugging mouth on her breasts. They swelled in his embrace as Megan gave a sudden gasp. Lars had plunged a finger deep inside her wet cleft and he was moving it back in forth in an erotic rhythm. She could hear how wet he made her. She trembled when he moved over her body and swept her thighs apart with his rough thighs. She arched her back and gave a throaty cry when he replaced his finger with his hot throbbing erection. He moved in between her thighs with powerful strokes as Megan keened out her pleasure under his laboring body.
Olaf openly watched as Lars fucked the girl beside him. He was plunging deep inside her with long thrusts and the girl was writhing underneath him. He smiled when Lars opened his passion filled eyes and said to him in Norse, “Odin Olaf, her pussy is so wet and tight.”
Megan had her eyes closed as the shivers of pleasure engulfed her. She held on to his powerful arms as he moved inside her willing body. She could hear him muttering to himself but she could not understand him. His hips began to move faster so Megan gave a sigh of intense pleasure as her sheath fluttered against his driving penis. Her orgasm fluttered through her body a scant second later. She did not hear Lars mutter to himself again. She was too caught up in a maelstrom of pleasure.
“Olaf,” whispered Lars in Norse with a soft growl. His hips were pistoning in and out of her wet sheath in hard fast strokes. He was going to come soon. “Do you want to fuck her next?”
“Yes,” said Olaf with a moan. He watched the girl’s breasts bounce back and forth under his friend’s driving body. Her flushed face was covered in her blonde curly hair. He stroked his cock as Lars drove hard into the girl and arched his back as he pumped his semen inside her. He thighs were wrapped around his hips. Olaf quickly stripped as Lars relaxed onto her soft body.
Megan held her mouth up for a soft kiss as she felt him lower his weight on her body. She stroked his back as he panted on top of her.
“Megan,” whispered Lars in her ear.
“What?” asked the dazed girl.
“My friend is awake,” said Lars as he shifted off her body. Megan blushed and looked over. She stiffened when she saw the young dark haired boy nude beside her. She looked at his red stiff erection with shock and dismay. She lay on the bed frozen with surprise as Lars traded places with Olaf.
“I don’t…Please,” moaned Megan as Olaf settled himself between her legs. She trembled as Olaf ran the thick head of his cock up then down her sticky cleft. She tried to close her thighs but Lars reached over and held her ankles and made her open her legs for Olaf. Megan squirmed under Olaf’s hard body as he entered her in one long slow thrust.
“Uhhhhh,” gasped Megan. She could feel him surge into her wet sheath with ease. She arched her back when Olaf’s hot mouth licked and teased at her nipples as he rode her. When Lars let her ankles go, Olaf urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. Megan did as she was told and gave a low moan when he thrust into her again and again. Her head spun as this other boy made her pussy flutter with desire. His hard thrusting body urged her to another orgasm. He gave her a soft kiss as he moved harder inside her. Megan’s mouth softened as he teased her mouth open. His tongue imitated the movements of his hot erection inside her sheath as Megan gasped out her pleasure.
Olaf moved inside her hot slippery sheath with strong determined thrusts. He looked down into her dazed and passion filled eyes with a smile.
“You like this Megan,” asked Olaf hotly.
“Yes,” moaned Megan. She blushed as she realized that she did not know his name -the name of the man inside her. She moaned when he stopped his movements inside her. He pulled out of her sheath with an audible sound. His strong hands flipped her on her stomach then he pulled her up on her hands and knees on the soft bed. She looked up and saw Lars sitting in front of her. His red erection waving in front of his abdomen. He was hard again.
Olaf parted her knees from behind and thrust inside her. His hands gripped at her hips as he urged her to rock back and forth on her knees. He looked up and watched with a smile on his face as Lars grasped his cock in one hand and rubbed himself against her lips. Olaf licked his lips as he saw Lars hard cock disappear inside Megan’s mouth. Both Norse boys rocked Megan back and forth between their hard and insistent bodies. They established an erotic rhythm that had both boys gasping with pleasure.
Megan’s head whirled with sensation as she suckled on Lars’s hard penis. It felt like soft velvet in her mouth. She moaned as she also felt Olaf inside her fluttering sheath. She shivered in excitement as little shocks of pleasure rocked her body almost as hard as the two young men. She arched her back wantonly when she felt Olaf stiffen and pulse inside her. When Lars took his stiff penis out of her mouth and flipped her on her back to enter her again. Megan’s legs parted willingly. After Lars came inside her, Megan welcomed Olaf’s new erection back inside her pussy with a languid smile.
Hours later when the two young boys were finally satisfied, Megan sleepily settled herself in between their nude sweaty bodies. Both Olaf and Lars wrapped a hand around a thigh or a breast and went to sleep. Megan followed quickly. Before she fell asleep, she touched her now sore sticky pussy and licked her swollen lips and smiled. Before today, she had no idea what passion was all about. These two boys just showed her. She touched her aching ass ruefully. They also showed her something that she had not thought possible.
When she woke up before dawn in order to sneak out and make it to her bedchamber without being caught, the two young men opened their eyes sleepily. Megan could not resist another bout with them. In the dawn light, Lars and Olaf kissed and stroked Megan’s squirming body. Lars licked at her nipples as Olaf sucked at her nub and ran his clever tongue up and down her cleft. They made her cry out with passion.
Lars shifted onto his back when Olaf lifted his head from between Megan’s dripping thighs.
“Come ride me,” urged Lars with a throaty whisper. Megan eagerly impaled herself on his stiff erection as Lars squeezed her pert breasts. They began to move against each other’s hot and aroused bodies. Olaf stroked his erection and reached out to caress Megan’s ass. He slipped a finger inside her newly initiated anal passage. Megan gave a low moan as Olaf pulsed a finger inside her. Megan gave a high moan when Olaf ran his erection up her cleft and rubbed against Lars’s thrusting cock.
“Ohhhh,” moaned Megan when Olaf replaced his finger with his cock. He surged into her backside with a relentless thrust. He pushed her against Lars’s chest as the two young men plundered her body. They surged against her with long hard strokes in a matching rhythm. Megan was trapped between their thrusting bodies. She moaned louder. She felt full.
The exertions of the previous night made them last inside Megan for what seemed to her to be hours. Megan felt pleasure burst through her senses again and again as they moved her between their bodies like a rag doll. Olaf came first with a low groan as he pumped his semen into her. Lars followed soon after he felt Olaf come. He grasped her hips as he poured himself into her welcoming body. They collapsed in a heap together. Much later, Megan extracted herself and bade her two lovers a fond farewell. At least until the next night.
After she left, Olaf turned to Lars and grinned. Lars grinned back.
“Leif will kill us if we don’t find out where the arms are kept,” said Olaf with a contented sigh as he stretched.
“I know,” said Lars. “I ask her tonight. I’ll say we want to take her in there to have some fun. I hope she falls for it.”
“I’ll work on the cook’s assistant later too,” said Olaf with a yawn. “I wonder where Lis?”is?”
“Finding out how to open the drawbridge maybe,” said Lars with another yawn. He burrowed against Olaf’s shoulder and went to sleep. Olaf quickly followed.
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