Viking Saga II

Viking Saga Chapter 9:



Innesfain Castle: The Night Before



Fiona stormed through the dark castle corridors in a high dungeon. She ignored everyone and everything around her. That man made her furious. She made her way to her bedchamber.



“How dare he,” fumed Fiona aloud to herself. “He thinks he can manhandle me! I am a gently born lady. That barbarian-“ Her thoughts ended abruptly when a pair of strong hands grabbed her from behind.



“I thought I had made it clear that you were to take your hands off of me,” said Fiona icily when she turned and saw the Viking man. He had apparently followed her through the hallways.



Leif was struggling to hold his temper. He was in a hostile place. But this termagant had dared to lay hands on a Viking warrior, not once but twice. He pulled the struggling woman tight up against his body.



“My lady,” said Leif with a sarcastic tone.



“Do you want me to hit you again,” said Fiona smugly. Back in the corridor, she had brought her knee up and hit him where he was particularly sensitive.



“No,” said Fiona as she wriggled away from his hard hands. “Then please excuse me.” She turned and opened the door to her bedchamber.



Leif swiftly pushed Fiona into the bedchamber and slammed the door behind him as he watched the now red-faced woman struggle to get off the floor with some sort of dignity.



“You are not a gentlemen,” hissed Fiona as she struggled to her feet. “Get out of my chamber.”



“No,” said Leif through his teeth. “I am not a Gaelic man. I am a Norse man and I do not take orders from a woman.” He stalked towards the woman menacingly. Leif could feel his temper beginning to slip from his control.



Fiona’s temper began to cool as she assessed her danger from this man. She was starting to relax when a terrifying thought occurred to her. This man was not a Scottish merchant. She knew how to handle a lowborn merchant. He may look Scottish but this man was not the type of man she was used to. He was a Viking. And the look in his eyes did not bode well for her. She glanced at the door.



“Do it,” whispered Leif as he came closer and closer. “I dare you.”



Fiona shivered but tried to keep her sudden fear from this rather tall and muscular man that was coming closer and closer. She looked at him with new eyes. His tanned face and body and callused hands marked him as a man who used his hands in labor. But Fiona wagered that the labor was from sailing a ship rather than selling goods. She shivered again.



“I’ll scream,” said Fiona nervously. “Someone will hear.”



“No one will hear you,” said Leif as a smile curled his lips. “Everyone is down in the Hall listening to the minstrels.”



“What do you want,” asked Fiona nervously as she began to back away from the Viking. He was beginning to really frighten her.



“To teach you a lesson,” said Leif as his eyes darkened. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her. Fiona gave a small frightened gasp. He grasped her chin in his strong fingers.



“What kind of lesson,” said Fiona as she raised her chin bravely.



Leif smiled at her bravery. He could feel her trembling in his tight embrace but she was still trying to defy him. He picked her up and tossed her on the bed that was right behind her.



“No,” said Fiona fiercely as she struggled to get off the bed.



“Yes,” ground out Leif as he pushed her on her back. He began to tear at her clothing. Heedless of her gasps of outrage and her struggles to either hit him or get off the bed. He held her down effortlessly.



Fiona fought to escape his hard hands and looming frame. She tried to bite at his hands that were tearing her clothes from her body so effortlessly. Fiona clawed at his face in desperation.



Leif grunted when her nails made contact with his face. He grabbed her hands and squeezed none too gently. Fiona stilled at the sudden pain. She looked up at his impassive face.



“I am going to teach you to show respect to a warrior,” said Leif with a set jaw.



“You are going to rape me!” hissed Fiona.



“Isn’t that what you were expecting,” hissed Leif back at her. “Vikings are barbarians that only rape and pillage.”



Fiona stilled under his angry hands. She was a clever woman. She decided to use words to gain her freedom. She was helpless against his superior strength. But first, she had to get this angry man less angry. Her face flushed red when she realized that she was practically nude underneath his body. He had literally ripped the clothes right off of her.



“Please sir,” said Fiona as she swallowed her pride. “Please don’t hurt me. I am sorry for my rash and angry words.” She looked up into his impassive face and continued, “I was humiliated and upset. I had just learned that I had given my virginity to a complete stranger. I got even angrier when my lady told me that you and your companions were not even Scottish. Please accept my apologies.”



“You apologize rather prettily,” said Leif quietly as his eyes dropped to her pert breasts and rosy torso.



“I am sorry,” said Fiona as she struggled not to cover her breasts with her hands. He was looking rather greedily at them. “Let me up and I will get us some wine, sir. Mayhap we can talk over out grievances?”



Leif smiled down at the pleading woman and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “My lady, you are very clever but I am not stupid.” His fingers trailed up her torso to cup a soft breast.



“What do you mean,” asked Fiona nervously as his thumb began to circle her nipple. He rubbed the rosy crest until it was erect. Fiona shivered but not from fear. She squirmed against his fully clothed body then stilled. She could feel him hard against her stomach. She sighed with relief when Leif pulled up on to his knees over her sprawled nude body.



“I am still going to fuck you,” said Leif throatily as he sprung his erection from his breeches. He lowered his body quickly over her.



“I said I was sorry,” protested Fiona shakily as his powerful thighs spread her legs open. She reached up to push against his chest. Her hands curled in the fabric of his shirt.



“Show me,” groaned Leif as he drove his stiff penis deep inside her softness. He plunged into her tight sheath over and over again. His big hands captured her struggling hands and held them over her head as he plundered her body. He closed his eyes and savored the tightness of her sheath.



Fiona gasped for breath as the Viking took her. She moaned as she could feel every inch of him as he plunged his cock in and out of her tight sheath. She looked into his face and saw the pleasure flashing over his rugged features. Fiona shifted her knees up as she struggled to breathe under his heavy body. He was holding her hands down still. She felt languorous as he began to speed up the pace of his thrusts. A spark of pleasure snaked down her spine every time he pushed against her pelvic bone when he was buried deep inside her. Fiona gave a helpless moan as his lips found her throat. She closed her eyes as the rough stubble of his chin rubbed the side of her face.



Leif arched his back in her slippery pussy as Fiona moaned underneath him. His hips moved relentlessly against her lower body as he looked into her flushed face. He had known, the night before, how hungry her body had been for a man. He also knew that she didn’t know. Leif plunged into her body faster and faster as he took his pleasure. He buried himself deep inside her and came with a low growl a moment later. He collapsed on top of her panting body.



Fiona opened her eyes in frustration. Her body was still on fire. The pulsing between her legs was driving her mad. She panted under the Vikings spent body.



Leif’s eyes were closed but he was still inside her sticky sheath. He could feel her pounding heart and the throbbing of her pussy against his flagging erection.



Fiona was frustrated as she lay under his body but she dared not move. She wondered if he was still angry with her.



“Are you still sorry,” asked Leif without opening his eyes.



“Yes,” said Fiona as she licked her dry lips.



Leif pulled out of her pussy and sat back on his haunches. Fiona looked up at him with surprise and trepidation.



“Turn around,” ordered Leif.



Fiona wordlessly obeyed him as she flipped over onto her stomach. She shivered when his callused hands ran lightly over her backside. She gave a surprised hiss when his hand came down and slapped her ass with a firm gesture. Then he did it again and again. Fiona shrieked as he rained light blows down on her ass. But she knew that he was not hitting her as hard as he could have been so she lay under his firm hand and squirmed. When her backside was feeling warm, Leif stopped spanking her.



“I am not a child,” said Fiona tearfully. She closed her eyes in embarrassment. Her thighs were wet with desire even though he had been punishing her. She buried her face in the bedding. She was still on her stomach.



“I know,” said Leif as he slipped a finger down her cleft. His finger plunged into her wet cleft with ease. Fiona unconsciously spread her knees so he could penetrate her deeper.



“You spanked me,” said Fiona with a whisper. Her hips moved as his finger pulsed in her.



“You were naughty,” said Leif. “You were not obedient. Do you know what I do to a disobedient woman?”



“You spank her,” whispered Fiona.



“No, Fiona,” whispered Leif in her ear. He leaned over her body. His finger inside her soaking wet pussy. “I do not let her come.” He pulled his finger out of her sheath.



“Ahhh,” moaned Fiona in disappointment when his finger left her cleft. She squirmed. She was on fire between her legs.



“Poor Fiona,” crooned Leif in her ear. He kissed the back of her neck.



“Please,” begged Fiona in a small voice. Her eyes were closed. She kept them closed as he urged her to turn around. Fiona winced as her sore ass rubbed against the sheets of the bed. She arched into his hands as he roughly caressed her breasts. When his teeth began to nibble on her nipples, she arched into his mouth. When his mouth strayed in between her legs, she gave a high cry of pleasure. His tongue lightly teased her clitoris as Fiona wriggled under his hands. She gave a moan of disappointment when he stopped. The throbbing between her legs was accelerating.



“Please sir,” said Fiona.



“Sir?” asked Leif with a raised eyebrow and a wicked smile.



“I don’t know your name,” said Fiona with a blush.



“Leif Gunnarson,” said Leif with a smile at her rosy face and her squirming aroused body.



“Please Leif,” moaned Fiona. She was past all pride and was begging for him to let her come.



“Will you be my obedient woman from now on?” asked Leif intently. He slipped a finger into her wet cleft teasingly.



“Yes,” whispered Fiona. Her face went red as she realized she meant her words. This man knew her body better than she did. Her entire body was alive with sensation.



“Help me take my clothes off,” said Leif with heavy lidded look at the Gaelic woman. Fiona leaned up and began to tug at his clothes with an intent look on her face. Leif smiled as he helped her.



“What do you want,” asked an aroused and nude Leif as he settled his large frame over her welcoming body. “Tell me.”



“I want you to fuck me,” whispered an aroused Fiona. She was past all embarrassment now. She moaned as Leif pulled one of her legs to lie over his shoulder and wrapped the other around his waist. She groaned when he drove his cock deep inside her. He stroked her clitoris with his finger and pulsed inside her slippery pussy. Fiona had an orgasm that shook her from head to toe a scant moment later. His hard sweaty body urged her higher and higher as he drove inside her. Fiona shrieked again and again as he made her come.



She lay under his driving body in a daze. He felt enormous as he labored over her. When he hotly whispered in her ear that he wanted to come inside her mouth even though she had no real idea of what he wanted, she obediently opened her mouth for his penis as he pumped his semen down her throat. When he told her to swallow, she swallowed the hot sticky salty gobs.



Fiona was surprised later that night when he spanked her again. She rubbed her backside and looked at him with hurt in her eyes.



“I didn’t please you,” asked Fiona.



“I like spanking you,” groaned Leif as he ran a hand possessively down her curves. “It’s not a punishment, innocent one. Did I hurt you?”



“It stung,” said Fiona with a slight pout.



“You liked it,” said Leif knowingly. He touched her swollen clitoris with a light seeking hand. Fiona moaned. He rubbed her with little circles until she came shuddering against his hand. He licked his fingers as she blushed.



“Do you want that wine now,” asked Fiona anxiously. Leif nodded and watched as she went to go get him a tankard.



“You are a very obedient woman,” said Leif with hot eyes as she clambered back onto the bed.



“Now that I know that obedience has it’s own rewards,” said Fiona with a smile.