Page 27 of Her Rogue Viking
“Oh! Aagh!” She screamed as a sudden pain tore through her, then she went still. She could not move, dare not for fear something else might rip. He had hurt her, done her some injury despite his promises, his pledge that she would not be harmed.
Fiona lay rigid, her breath ragged, her heart pounding. Ulfric, too, remained motionless though he seemed not to share her distress. She should ask him to please stop. To just withdraw and let her be. She might yet recover if he would only?—
“Has the discomfort passed, wench?”
“What?”
“Has the pain stopped? It should be but fleeting.”
Fleeting? What was he babbling about? Of course it had not stopped…
Except, it had. She lay still and mentally revisited the site of her earlier agony to find nothing but a dull ache, and that was fast diminishing. She tried an experimental shift of her hips, and discovered only a lingering soreness, a soreness that was not exactly unpleasant.
“Oh, that is odd…”
“Odd? Perhaps. I would call it fucking wonderful. You are so tight, so… hot.”
“It is you who is too large. I told you we would be a bad fit.”
“Look at me, wench. Keep your eyes on mine and do not look away.” He withdrew, his actions unhurried and deliberate, until just the head remained within her entrance. Then he drove his cock slowly back, all the time holding her astonished gaze. “So, do you still believe we are a bad fit?”
The friction was incredible, the sensation quite indescribable as his cock filled her and caressed her inner walls. She had loved the feel of his fingers inside her, but they were nothing in comparison to this. Her back arched through no volition of hers and she reached for his shoulders as though to steady herself.
He continued to hold her gaze as he did it again. And again. By the fourth time he plunged his cock into her slick core, Fiona was beyond coherent thought.
Ulfric broke eye contact to lean down and lay his mouth across hers. The kiss was tender, his tongue dipping between herlips as his cock had done just moments earlier. Fiona’s response was instinctive and unstudied. Her tongue danced with his as she wriggled her hips in a circular motion. She was seeking something she could not name, but knew it had to do with the intensity of sensation where his body now connected with hers, invaded hers. They were joined, yet she still craved that elusive ‘more.’
Ulfric broke the kiss and leaned to one side, his weight on his left elbow as his right hand snaked between their bodies. He found that special pleasure spot he had rubbed so mercilessly earlier, rubbed, licked, sucked. And he took it between his finger and thumb now and he squeezed. Even as Fiona opened her mouth to scream he drew back and thrust his cock forward again, filling her entirely. The scream died in her throat as her release consumed her. Fiona could but cling to him as her body shook and convulsed, as waves of pleasure churned through her, as lights brighter than the summer sun exploded behind her closed eyelids.
Ulfric continued to drive his cock deep and never let up the work of his busy, skilled fingers until the final shimmer and shudder died away. Then he lowered himself over her so that she almost bore his weight, though not quite, and he buried his face in the hollow of her neck.
“Ah, little Celt, you do enchant me.” Then he rammed his cock into her hard, and held still as deep shivers racked his own chiselled torso. He muttered something in his Nordic tongue just moments before her channel was filled with a surge of wet heat.
Ulfric rolledover and withdrew from her almost at once. Fiona was not sure if she was glad or not. If he had wished totarry she might not have objected, but it was clear he harboured no such inclination. He did, however, pull her to him and wrap his arms around her from behind.
“Are you well, little Celt?”
“I… I believe I am, Viking.”
“No pain?”
“I am a little sore, but…” She pondered what to say to him next, and settled for the first thing that had entered her head. “Thank you. That was very nice.”
Ulfric laughed out loud. “Good. In that case you will not strenuously object to repeating the exercise.”
She shifted a fraction and groaned as her no longer virgin body complained. “I believe I would not, but perhaps not immediately.”
“No, not immediately. You will remain here, rest, keep warm.”
She turned her head to look at him, anxious. “You are leaving me?”
“I must. I have much to attend to, but you will be safe here. No one will trouble you. I will ensure that food is brought…”
“I have been fed, by your sister. I do not much care to sample more of your Viking fare.”
“You shall have good food, the same as I do. Be assured, little Celt, I shall deal with Brynhild and you will not be troubled by her in the future.”
“Still, must you go? Or if you must, maybe I could come with you…?”
