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Fiammetta- Fia, since her capture six years ago at 14- looked up at Magnus as he spoke and then looked around her at the huddled people. She'd been told by other thralls when she first arrived at Langt vann that the Vikings were the people who you wanted to be a slave to.
It still wouldn't be an easy life, but if you were smart, quiet, and lucky you might actually rise up through the ranks and be a household, or even a personal, thrall. Or better yet, you might be able to become a freedman by buying your own freedom.
She had not been wealthy, ever, but she'd still had a good, somewhat privileged life tucked away in her past. She was traveling with her family for work. Her father's master had recently passed away and the son had decided he wouldn't hang on to his late father's successful, established merchant business. So her father had taken up his small family and trudged down south from Napoli into African and later Arabic lands.
Fia looked beyond her soft leather shoes at the wood of the longboat as she remembered the day she'd been caught… Or was it sold?
It was a bit of a blur, something her brain had tried to encase away. She remembered the tall blond man who had claimed her as his thrall, who told her he'd found her olive skin exotic, as he placed the necklace signifying her new status. She shivered as he called her long, curly dark hair beautiful, even as he cut it short to signify her new role in life. She remembered as he cut away the last strand he'd accidentally sliced into her soft and tender right cheek as a wracking cough ran through his body and he spat blood.
He hadn't said sorry or apologized in any way. He had only pressed his hand onto his side and smiled, "Good, this way no one will want you but me."
Two days later, he lied at the back of the longboat wheezing in pain. He was dying slowly, agonizingly, of a punctured lung.
When they arrived, he was blue from lack of oxygen. She was put to work in a plain shift dress and an older woman took her under her wing and taught her the ropes of the farm work and rules of the village for the thralls.
She'd been sold away to someone else shortly after her first master had died.
Fia constantly kept her head down and had somehow managed to keep all men at bay, her baggy plain shift dress hiding any curves that might call their attention.
Fia was a hard worker, observant and smart. When Rolf's men came, she did something none of the other slaves did. She took the sword and shield of a fallen soldier and took up arms against Rolf and his men. She was not the best, but she'd seen how the Vikings practiced. She was not as agile, but she played to her strengths. Six years of hard farm work and lean diet made her strong in ways battle couldn't have.
She looked at the sword still in her right hand- no one had bothered taken it from her yet- her other hand went to the necklace and she fingered the small disk. She looked at the back of Magnus's head and her grip on the sword tightened as the thought of freedom pounded in her ears. She had no silver ingots, but fighting should be worth something. Determined, once they landed and began to make their home, she would ask for the frelsis-öl. She would ask to be a freedman.
It still wouldn't be an easy life, but if you were smart, quiet, and lucky you might actually rise up through the ranks and be a household, or even a personal, thrall. Or better yet, you might be able to become a freedman by buying your own freedom.
She had not been wealthy, ever, but she'd still had a good, somewhat privileged life tucked away in her past. She was traveling with her family for work. Her father's master had recently passed away and the son had decided he wouldn't hang on to his late father's successful, established merchant business. So her father had taken up his small family and trudged down south from Napoli into African and later Arabic lands.
Fia looked beyond her soft leather shoes at the wood of the longboat as she remembered the day she'd been caught… Or was it sold?
It was a bit of a blur, something her brain had tried to encase away. She remembered the tall blond man who had claimed her as his thrall, who told her he'd found her olive skin exotic, as he placed the necklace signifying her new status. She shivered as he called her long, curly dark hair beautiful, even as he cut it short to signify her new role in life. She remembered as he cut away the last strand he'd accidentally sliced into her soft and tender right cheek as a wracking cough ran through his body and he spat blood.
He hadn't said sorry or apologized in any way. He had only pressed his hand onto his side and smiled, "Good, this way no one will want you but me."
Two days later, he lied at the back of the longboat wheezing in pain. He was dying slowly, agonizingly, of a punctured lung.
When they arrived, he was blue from lack of oxygen. She was put to work in a plain shift dress and an older woman took her under her wing and taught her the ropes of the farm work and rules of the village for the thralls.
She'd been sold away to someone else shortly after her first master had died.
Fia constantly kept her head down and had somehow managed to keep all men at bay, her baggy plain shift dress hiding any curves that might call their attention.
Fia was a hard worker, observant and smart. When Rolf's men came, she did something none of the other slaves did. She took the sword and shield of a fallen soldier and took up arms against Rolf and his men. She was not the best, but she'd seen how the Vikings practiced. She was not as agile, but she played to her strengths. Six years of hard farm work and lean diet made her strong in ways battle couldn't have.
She looked at the sword still in her right hand- no one had bothered taken it from her yet- her other hand went to the necklace and she fingered the small disk. She looked at the back of Magnus's head and her grip on the sword tightened as the thought of freedom pounded in her ears. She had no silver ingots, but fighting should be worth something. Determined, once they landed and began to make their home, she would ask for the frelsis-öl. She would ask to be a freedman.
"Ja, jarl Magnus." She replied softly but in good Norwegian to show that unlike some of the slaves, she had bothered to learn the language, "Yes, Waaren is my master, sir."
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She shook her head, blushing just a little, "No, sir. He…" She whispered low, as if not to want to embarrass her owner, but still be truthful to the Earl, "He prefers the older women, says he doesn't want any of his babes- any possible sons- to be born into slavery." Her cheeks reddened a shade more when she added softer still, "I have not yet been with any man."
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She nodded, very slowly and began to slightly shudder thinking she'd done wrong, "Yes, sir."
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But she reached for it, her hazel eyes glinting excitedly. Fia put her new dagger into her belt, smiling and thinking of the sheath she'd make for it when she had some free time. Thralls were never gifted anything, especially not by an Earl. This was good. This was special.
She sat next to him, even if it meant she might get a thrashing from Waaren later. She knew what was good for her and who was above who in this caste system. Fia knew better than to scorn the Earl. Not that she felt contempt for him, she'd only known him to be kind to his people, and by extent, the slaves.
She trembled as she made herself comfortable next to Magnus, glad that he had asked her under the fur. Already a chill had begun to bite and she found herself pushing into Magnus's side.
He was like a hot wood stove, outputting gentle warmth and she sighed contentedly. She felt tiny, but safe at his side.
So safe, in fact, that at the moment nary a thought of any kind of trouble occupied her mind.
She stared at the horizon for a moment before she dared speak before being spoken to.
"Sir," Her voice was clear and soft, with a respectful undertone, "Thank you for allowing me next to you. It is an honor. But there's something I wish to ask for," She glanced over her shoulder at the spot Waaren sat at, "When we get to those friendly lands you spoke of, I would like to begin the work to no longer be a slave." Her bottom lip trembled at her own words and she bit it as a sudden thought hit her. What if I've overstepped my boundaries?... What if he only asked me here because he wants to buy me for himself?
She turned her face away and looked down at her clasped hands and sighed, "Unless, of course, you desired me for yourself."
She didn't go to sleep as soon as he did, she watched his features lit by the very last of the sun's rays. He is a handsome man, she thought and smiled as she reached up to actually touch his face. She might be considered "pure", but she wasn't innocent. The thralls didn't have personal little rooms to be intimate in. She knew what the bulge poking her side meant. Could have done a lot worse than attracting the attention of the Earl, She grinned and sighed softly, noting that she liked the way he smelled as sleep overtook her.
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Fia looked as tired as she felt after helping to repair what needed to be fixed on the longboat, but still she listened intently.
She waited until Magnus finished speaking and nodded, "I am honored that Vikya has made that offer and I accept. As for my freedom, sir…" She paused, noticing the tingle she felt under his hand and the way her nipples seemed to strain away from her breasts and point at Magnus, "I would do anything to have a taste of it again." She jutted her chest out at him, pressing against his hand. She meant to tell him she understood, "Anything, sir."
There was almost a soft pleading tone to her words, though she was unsure if it was for her freedom or for his touch. It didn't really matter, both were now intertwined.
She blushed as she realized that the cleft between her legs was wet, her heart pounded at his touch, and that she was actually looking forward to being deflowered. She repeated, "Anything."
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"Any thing..." he said with a devilish smirk and a suggestive tone, "will get you every thing you want … eventually."
Magnus wanted to bend Fia over the boat's railing right here, right now, and partake of her certainly-tight hole. But there were other things with which to deal. He sent her to Vikya, who was not only in charge of the shieldmaidens in battle was currently in charge of the more womanly duties. His sister would put Fia to work preparing the meals and assisting the injured while Magnus himself joined Ericsson and the men in continuing with the boat repairs and navigation westward.
Magnus called Waaren to the bow of the boat later in the afternoon to formalize the transfer of his slave. In exchange, the Earl promised Waaren first choice of the next batch of captives taken in the Orkneys, as well as a boy who could be trained as a shepherd, replacing the son Waaren had recently lost to the fever. The goat rancher didn't think it was enough, though, and attempted to negotiate First Night with Fia. Magnus laughed, told him he had the right to ask, then denied him the privilege.
"You've had years to partake of what your beautiful thrall has to offer," Magnus told the man. "Let your Earl have the privilege, and you will see a third slave added to your wealth once we reach our new home … maybe a woman of experience … a woman who knows how to treat a man right rather than this virgin who will only cry and beg you to cease."
Waaren took the offer reluctantly; once he'd realized Fia wanted this trade, he himself had wanted to hurt her in a way only a man's cock could. But that idea wasn't happening, so Fia was sent aft to collect her things and move them to the bow where most of her new master's own possessions were stored.
Needing rest for the midwatch, Magnus again laid down amongst the grain bags and fur blankets. And again, he gestured Fia to join him. This time, though, he pulled her more atop him, both hands full of her young, firm buttocks as he pressed his mouth to hers. He pulled her thighs apart such that his stiffening cock pressed against the cleft beyond the thick, woolen dress she was wearing as protection against the cold, sea breeze. He wanted to pull the gown up and the undergarment beneath it as well, pull loose his raging erection, and claim Fia in the way she knew he'd been fantasizing for two days.
But instead Magnus only held her body against his own, enjoying the feel of his shaft's underside against her. He murmured to Fia, "The first thing I'm doing when we beach is take you off to the woods."
Magnus wanted to bend Fia over the boat's railing right here, right now, and partake of her certainly-tight hole. But there were other things with which to deal. He sent her to Vikya, who was not only in charge of the shieldmaidens in battle was currently in charge of the more womanly duties. His sister would put Fia to work preparing the meals and assisting the injured while Magnus himself joined Ericsson and the men in continuing with the boat repairs and navigation westward.
Magnus called Waaren to the bow of the boat later in the afternoon to formalize the transfer of his slave. In exchange, the Earl promised Waaren first choice of the next batch of captives taken in the Orkneys, as well as a boy who could be trained as a shepherd, replacing the son Waaren had recently lost to the fever. The goat rancher didn't think it was enough, though, and attempted to negotiate First Night with Fia. Magnus laughed, told him he had the right to ask, then denied him the privilege.
"You've had years to partake of what your beautiful thrall has to offer," Magnus told the man. "Let your Earl have the privilege, and you will see a third slave added to your wealth once we reach our new home … maybe a woman of experience … a woman who knows how to treat a man right rather than this virgin who will only cry and beg you to cease."
Waaren took the offer reluctantly; once he'd realized Fia wanted this trade, he himself had wanted to hurt her in a way only a man's cock could. But that idea wasn't happening, so Fia was sent aft to collect her things and move them to the bow where most of her new master's own possessions were stored.
Needing rest for the midwatch, Magnus again laid down amongst the grain bags and fur blankets. And again, he gestured Fia to join him. This time, though, he pulled her more atop him, both hands full of her young, firm buttocks as he pressed his mouth to hers. He pulled her thighs apart such that his stiffening cock pressed against the cleft beyond the thick, woolen dress she was wearing as protection against the cold, sea breeze. He wanted to pull the gown up and the undergarment beneath it as well, pull loose his raging erection, and claim Fia in the way she knew he'd been fantasizing for two days.
But instead Magnus only held her body against his own, enjoying the feel of his shaft's underside against her. He murmured to Fia, "The first thing I'm doing when we beach is take you off to the woods."
Fia thought about her luck already beginning to change. Right after the storm, she'd had to work as hard as the men with ship repairs. Now, she was helping prepare meals and sew repairs on the sails, and make sure those injured were comfortable and well on the way to being healed.
She listened to Vikya and did what she was told, showing her she would be a willing student.
Occasionally, she would feel an intense gaze upon her body and she'd turn to it, only to see Waaren look away.
No matter; she would soon be Magnus's and if Waaren dared touch her, he would be in much trouble. She might not yet be free, but her life as a slave still was valuable in the Viking system.
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Her heart once again pounded against her ribs at the promise. At least they'd have some privacy beyond furs and woven blankets, unlike some of the Vikings here on the boat too impatient to wait.
"And I'll gladly go, master," She said in a hoarse whisper as she lightly ground into him. She closed her eyes, relishing in the way her swollen pussy lips felt as they lightly rubbed against him, the way he held her ass. She looked towards his face, again wanting to feel his mouth against hers. But Fia was still a slave and she had no right to take what she wanted, especially not of her new master, Earl Magnus.
Instead, she relaxed into his chest and pulled the fur tight around them to keep him warm. Once again, she slept only after he'd been sleeping for a long time.
It was a cloudy night, though the moon did shine tonight. The rays filtering through at least provided enough light to show silhouettes against the dark environment.
Though Magnus had been careful to not wake her before, tonight she stirred as her body subconsciously missed his. She watched him, her arm propped on the bags of grain, her head in her hand.
Fia lost herself in daydreams, wondering what exactly she would feel when he took her, wondering if he'd bother to be gentle. Her other hand slithered under the fur, under her dress and she clumsily touched herself over her undergarment until a small orgasm made her lightly gasp and the wetness increased.
She smiled to herself as she lied down, her eyes still on his shape.
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Fia watched with bated breath as her new master rushed into the village. Her eyes never left his muscular form if she could help it, and they always found him again quickly when he disappeared behind a hut or a flurry of men trying to defend the village.
It didn't take long for the Vikings to claim the village as their own. As she was still a slave, she was given the order to help unload the longboat which she gladly did.
As Fia carried a sack of grain, an older thrall came up behind her and almost silently cackled, "Fia! You stupid girl!"
Fia turned, her cheeks ruddy, "Why do you call me that, Helga? I have done nothing to offend you."
Helga gave the younger woman a knowing smile, "I am a woman who has seen many moons go bye. I know that look. I've seen that look more than I care to count." They continued to work as they spoke.
"Can you count above ten, Helga?" Fia's eyes shone defiantly.
Helga clicked her tongue against her palate and laughed, "Don't get too good for the rest of us. You might be the earl's slave now, but you're still a slave. And you are a silly, stupid girl if you let yourself fall in love!" Before Fia could protest, Helga continued, "It never ends well, girl. Never!"
"I'm not in love!" Fia dropped the grain sack with the others and turned on her heel quite roughly, her fists clenched at her sides. How dare that old woman insult her like that? As if she herself didn't know that a female thrall was generally used only for her work and her warm holes? She was so mad and could find no outlet or do anything about it, that angry tears began to sprout at the corners of her eyes.
Was it really so wrong that she knew what was coming but wanted it as much as she did? That it might be her way out of slavery? That the thought of warming the earl's bed made her feel tingly all over?
Those were her thoughts as she suddenly felt herself being pulled away from her path, her task.
It took her a long moment to get adjusted, to realize Magnus himself had grabbed her and was about to kiss her.
Her tense, angry body relaxed with the kiss. She looked at his hands when he showed them to her and a smile flitted across her face.
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She nodded and worked on getting water warmed to his liking and filling the tub.
She explored the hut while the last of the water, which she'd just fetched from the village well, reached the preferred temperature. She even managed to find sweet-smelling bath oils and a large bundle of soapwort.
Though she assumed Magnus had brought his own grooming tools, they weren't at the hut just yet. So she picked an oil that smelled of lavender and mint and poured some into the bath, along with the rest of the steaming water.
"Master," Fia turned to face him as the lovely scent of minty-lavender wafted through the hut, "Your bath is ready."
Fia's very short hair, symbol of slavery, and her slow reaction to cover up allowed Ericsson to get a good look at first glance.
She squinted at the monk-who-wasn't-a-monk hearing him speak, trying to pick out words in his dialect. Smart young woman that she was, she figured she'd learn it quick enough.
Her left arm covered her breasts and her right hand rested upon the soft, kinky hair between her legs when Magnus's second looked over her nakedness again. She jutted her chin out at him as if saying, "Take a good look, it might be your last."
When the door closed behind the two men, she let her arms fall to her sides.
She smiled back at him as she stepped away from her dress and with trembling hands began to strip away his clothes letting them fall away from his body and onto the wooden floor.
Her fingers danced and darted over a scar on his chest, her brow knitted in worry. She'd been right to be afraid some when she witnessed him charging into the village; he'd been hurt before, he might get hurt again. She heard Helga's words in her head as she looked down and worried about another old scar on his side. Fia gently shook her head to clear it of worry and Helga's cackle.
"Will you tell me the stories of your wounds?" She asked softly as she looked over one on his shoulder and one on his thigh. Her eyes darted to his member and almost immediately looked away, nervous and a little shy. She knew that part of him would soon claim her maidenhead and her breath caught in anticipation.
Fia walked around him, and taking a liberty she would never take in front of others, she wrapped her arms around his thick, muscled torso. "I'd love to hear your journey. The path that put you on mine." She raised herself on her tiptoes, pressed her bosom against his back and laid a trail of soft kisses on yet another scar found across his back.
She was aware that she was being forward, much too brazen. She didn't seem to care, though. She would be meek and quiet if that's what he wanted, but she felt that's not at all what he wanted.
Fia took his hand and guided him closer to the bathtub, "Master, please, let me help wash your body."
She squinted at the monk-who-wasn't-a-monk hearing him speak, trying to pick out words in his dialect. Smart young woman that she was, she figured she'd learn it quick enough.
Her left arm covered her breasts and her right hand rested upon the soft, kinky hair between her legs when Magnus's second looked over her nakedness again. She jutted her chin out at him as if saying, "Take a good look, it might be your last."
When the door closed behind the two men, she let her arms fall to her sides.
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She smiled back at him as she stepped away from her dress and with trembling hands began to strip away his clothes letting them fall away from his body and onto the wooden floor.
Her fingers danced and darted over a scar on his chest, her brow knitted in worry. She'd been right to be afraid some when she witnessed him charging into the village; he'd been hurt before, he might get hurt again. She heard Helga's words in her head as she looked down and worried about another old scar on his side. Fia gently shook her head to clear it of worry and Helga's cackle.
"Will you tell me the stories of your wounds?" She asked softly as she looked over one on his shoulder and one on his thigh. Her eyes darted to his member and almost immediately looked away, nervous and a little shy. She knew that part of him would soon claim her maidenhead and her breath caught in anticipation.
Fia walked around him, and taking a liberty she would never take in front of others, she wrapped her arms around his thick, muscled torso. "I'd love to hear your journey. The path that put you on mine." She raised herself on her tiptoes, pressed her bosom against his back and laid a trail of soft kisses on yet another scar found across his back.
She was aware that she was being forward, much too brazen. She didn't seem to care, though. She would be meek and quiet if that's what he wanted, but she felt that's not at all what he wanted.
Fia took his hand and guided him closer to the bathtub, "Master, please, let me help wash your body."
She whimpered quietly as her walls sheathed his cock. Her hands gripped the sides of the tub and she did not move. She felt pain, yes, but the way he filled her felt so right.
Fia breathed in and out and concentrated on that while she adjusted to his girth.
"Please…" She pleaded, though for what, she did not know. Her pussy began to throb, wanting both less and more.
Fia breathed in and out and concentrated on that while she adjusted to his girth.
"Please…" She pleaded, though for what, she did not know. Her pussy began to throb, wanting both less and more.
She was breathing hard, though she still didn't move much. She was letting him do a lot of the work, being a novice at this.
With each gentle thrust, she became more relaxed. When Magnus was snugly in her depths and he groaned, a moan escaped her lips as well. That tingle she'd come to associate with him, began at the place where their bodies met.
She sank into him, her breath now regulating as she accommodated his length and thickness. She smiled as she let go of the tub; one hand went to play with a breast, the other found the swollen burning nub between her legs. She alternated between it and a mellow squeeze of his balls. Fia had seen another thrall do something similar to her partner when they were being intimate, thinking the rest of the slaves slept around them.
She didn't feel much pain anymore. It was beginning to feel good. No, better than good.
Fia did not lie when she spoke her next words. She did not know what this new world would bring, what her life might turn out like. But there was one thing she would always know to be true, something no one could take away: Unlike many young women she had come to know, she had willingly given her virginity away; to the Earl, no less. She had let herself be claimed.
She grinned, "I am yours, my Earl. Always."
With each gentle thrust, she became more relaxed. When Magnus was snugly in her depths and he groaned, a moan escaped her lips as well. That tingle she'd come to associate with him, began at the place where their bodies met.
She sank into him, her breath now regulating as she accommodated his length and thickness. She smiled as she let go of the tub; one hand went to play with a breast, the other found the swollen burning nub between her legs. She alternated between it and a mellow squeeze of his balls. Fia had seen another thrall do something similar to her partner when they were being intimate, thinking the rest of the slaves slept around them.
She didn't feel much pain anymore. It was beginning to feel good. No, better than good.
Fia did not lie when she spoke her next words. She did not know what this new world would bring, what her life might turn out like. But there was one thing she would always know to be true, something no one could take away: Unlike many young women she had come to know, she had willingly given her virginity away; to the Earl, no less. She had let herself be claimed.
She grinned, "I am yours, my Earl. Always."
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Fia's sensitive walls spasmed against his rigid dick, more instinctively than not, as he spilled himself inside her. Her body knew what to do, even if she didn't. It knew to try and pull his seed deeper inside her.
The sudden warmth coating her insides made her utter a barely audible and surprised, "Oh!" as she registered a feeling associated with something a thrall didn't usually have: pleasure.
He had stopped moving after ramming himself into her, though, and she couldn't help but think Is that all there is to this?
Hesitantly and ever so slowly, she began to grind against him. She looked at him, searching his face for a clue, to see if she should do even that.
The sudden warmth coating her insides made her utter a barely audible and surprised, "Oh!" as she registered a feeling associated with something a thrall didn't usually have: pleasure.
He had stopped moving after ramming himself into her, though, and she couldn't help but think Is that all there is to this?
Hesitantly and ever so slowly, she began to grind against him. She looked at him, searching his face for a clue, to see if she should do even that.
Now that she was more relaxed, he actually did feel good inside her.
The way he held her as he pumped deep inside her, she had to trust him. Though for leverage she held to the sides of the tub again.
Fia began to moan lightly as a tension began to tug her toes towards her abdomen. She'd had this feeling before when she let her fingers wander below. It had just never been anywhere near this intense. Something primal told her she'd enjoy his body more if only she rose her hips to meet his. She found a rhythm, clumsy and new, but still a rhythm.
It didn't take her too long. Her lips were already swollen, the blood was rushing down below and she wasn't the one in control. Her pussy began to involuntarily milk his cock again as she came on it.
She yelped her pleasure, her eyes closed, her back arched and then a violent tremble went through her before she went limp.
The way he held her as he pumped deep inside her, she had to trust him. Though for leverage she held to the sides of the tub again.
Fia began to moan lightly as a tension began to tug her toes towards her abdomen. She'd had this feeling before when she let her fingers wander below. It had just never been anywhere near this intense. Something primal told her she'd enjoy his body more if only she rose her hips to meet his. She found a rhythm, clumsy and new, but still a rhythm.
It didn't take her too long. Her lips were already swollen, the blood was rushing down below and she wasn't the one in control. Her pussy began to involuntarily milk his cock again as she came on it.
She yelped her pleasure, her eyes closed, her back arched and then a violent tremble went through her before she went limp.
She felt his seed released into her depths again and once again moaned at the feeling. She equated it with pleasure, his pleasure. Feeling- knowing- that her body had produced that for him made her feel… powerful.
Fia could feel him softening up inside her and even that felt nice. She found herself wrapped in his arms and being held tightly, safely, so she rested her head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart for the moment before he released her.
She leaned back, watching him with a sleepy, satisfied look on her face, a soft smile playing upon her lips.
She noted vaguely that the space between her legs now felt incredibly empty and she missed him there; he belonged there.
But still she listened intently. She had an inkling that he didn't usually share his story with others, which again made her feel special.
She turned to look up at him and reached a hand up to his hair, letting it slip to his cheek.
"I thank the gods they did," She whispered, showing that she had not just bothered to learn their language, but had adopted the belief of Norse gods. She pushed herself up gently and this time did indeed take what she wanted.
Her lips pressed softly against his and her tongue flicked gently out to taste him.
Fia could feel him softening up inside her and even that felt nice. She found herself wrapped in his arms and being held tightly, safely, so she rested her head against his chest listening to the beat of his heart for the moment before he released her.
She leaned back, watching him with a sleepy, satisfied look on her face, a soft smile playing upon her lips.
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She noted vaguely that the space between her legs now felt incredibly empty and she missed him there; he belonged there.
But still she listened intently. She had an inkling that he didn't usually share his story with others, which again made her feel special.
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She turned to look up at him and reached a hand up to his hair, letting it slip to his cheek.
"I thank the gods they did," She whispered, showing that she had not just bothered to learn their language, but had adopted the belief of Norse gods. She pushed herself up gently and this time did indeed take what she wanted.
Her lips pressed softly against his and her tongue flicked gently out to taste him.
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Fia stood respectfully silent next to Magnus. Partly out of respect for the dead and partly to not make it seem she was flaunting her new role in life, she chose to not wear what would become her new wardrobe just yet. She had no desire to cause hate to come her way, so why invite it by wearing the deceased's clothing?
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When Magnus didn't need her, Fia would go to work alongside some of the new slaves. Understandably, they weren't in a speaking mood, having lost everything they knew. But sometimes a word or two was thrown about and that's what Fia was hoping for. This would help her learn the new language to properly communicate with the new slaves.
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Fia slept lightly that first night; every stir, soft movement and loud snore kept waking her. She saw as Vikya's leg glued itself atop Magnus's own. She'd heard rumors that Vikya also warmed his bed on certain cold, lonely nights, but as far as she was concerned it was not her business, nor were the rumors ever truly proven fact.
This did not bother her. This little village was almost as cold as Langt vann had been during warmer months at night and she couldn't blame someone looking for warmth during sleep.
An hour or so later, when the moon still ruled the sky and everyone in the hut slept, Fia was once again roused from her fitful sleep.
It took her a moment to realize where the offending sound came from, turning towards it. The tiny girl who slept next to the brother and sister was sobbing and whimpering, crying out for her mamma. She was sitting on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest and rocking herself.
"Oy," Fia moved slightly out of Magnus's grip and called out softly. The little girl turned to the voice and she sniffled.
"Are you hurt?" Fia tried first in the Viking tongue. Receiving no answer, she stumbled over what she wanted to say in this new foreign language, "Dè… ainm?"
It wasn't great, but the broken phrase spoke to the young child in a way no one else could have. She stood and after another sniffle, she answered in a whisper, "Kitty."
She went closer to Fia and knelt near her, "Do you know where my mamma and pappa are?"
The rush of words was too much for Fia to understand, but she did know two of those words. She shook her head slowly, hoping the little girl would comprehend.
Kitty whimpered and the tears came gushing out.
Fia's heart rent apart at the pain of this little body and she reached out from the warmth of the fur blanket to touch the pudgy little hand.
She wanted to comfort her like she herself had never been after she had been sold into slavery.
Fia lifted the fur blanket inviting Kitty in, "Thig." She repeated herself so that Kitty knew she'd have to learn to speak this way as well, "Come."
Kitty crawled in and Fia wrapped her arms around her, tucking the blanket under her to keep her warm.
In another tongue, one she hadn't used in six years, Fia softly whispered, "Mi manca anche mia mamma"
Music and love transcended words, yes, but so did grief.
Knowing what the little girl was feeling, there was nothing more that Fia wanted to do but comfort the child. She did so by holding her gently against her chest and very softly humming an old lullaby she thought was from her old life.
Kitty eventually slept and only then did Fia doze.
Even with as little sleep as she'd had, she was the first one to wake with the first sun's rays. She noiselessly slipped away and took a bucket to the well to fetch clean, fresh water.
She turned from the well and was startled into nearly dropping the bucket.
"Maddain mhath!" Kitty positively shouted at her with a smile lighting her face and waving.
"What?" Fia smiled back, "Do you mean good morning?"
They looked at each other, smiling, not quite understanding, for a minute. Finally, Fia put her hand out and said, "Come, Kitty. There's much to do today… There's much to do every day and the work is never done, but you'll learn that as you grow."
Kitty took her hand, though she had no idea what Fia was saying. Kitty had imprinted on Fia, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
She taught Kitty to make tea and some porridge from grains that had traveled with them as those around them began to wake. Fia poured a cup of tea for Magnus and his sister Vikya.
She had Kitty take another cup to Ericsson. Fia herself served porridge to the Earl, his half-sister, and his second.
She made sure Kitty also had food in her belly before she ate. The older slaves could come and serve themselves if they wished to partake.
As the village came alive and people began to work, Fia, with Kitty as her shadow, joined in where she was needed. She tried to involve Kitty to keep the little mind occupied with work rather than sorrow.
They constantly talked to each other, Kitty telling her of her life as the youngest villager and Fia explaining how things worked. They weren't always sure what one said to the other, but with lots of miming and encouraging smiles they began to grasp certain words.
Around noon, when it was time for another meal and the heavy work was winding down, Fia took some wool and three spindles of different sizes and set Kitty outside the hut with the other two young sibling slaves. She took some time to teach them how to spin, knowing the yarn that came from them would be slubby, but still quite useful.
"When the wool is finished, go and gather some wood for tonight's fire." She told them, "I must go make a meal for the Earl…. Oh and make sure to knock before entering."
The siblings looked at her with blank faces. Fia looked at Kitty who was nodding and squeezing the soft, fluffy wool. She smiled and explained what the older thrall wanted.
The three little pairs of hands began to make yarn as Fia made her way inside the hut to figure out what to make. It looked like somebody had already brought food to be made, which included a fat, skinned chicken, fish, ale and some beans and barley.
She set about cooking finding salt and a few other spices, some of which she wasn't sure she'd seen before and one which she thought was popular in her home country. She used a bit of common sense and her nose to create a savory meal, ready for the Earl to come to.
Fia combed out her hair and washed her face with cool water as she waited for him, thinking of his body against hers and feeling the wetness between her legs as it readied for his thick, long cock, though she did not actually know if that's what he even wanted at the moment.
She could hope, at least.
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Fia shrugged, "Maybe? Maybe it's short for something else." She sighed trying to remember the jumble of new words from her tiny shadow, "Not too much, probably dead as nobody has come up to me to claim a relation. I know she misses them. I don't think she knows what death is, exactly. I believe she thinks they might be back later."
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She thought she hadn't possibly heard him correctly, "My lord… I-" She didn't know what to say or how to react. She closed her eyes and searched her heart instead of her head. Nodding gently, she took another liberty and spoke to him as a lover instead of her master, "I would gladly bear your sons and daughters, Magnus."
She said it not thinking of the fact that she'd be freed if she were to become pregnant, but because it filled her with joy that he wanted her to carry his son. As far as anyone knew, his firstborn.
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She looked nonplussed at that comment, "Thank you?" She wondered exactly what Magnus meant by that. She gave it little thought as she sent a prayer to Thor to give Magnus the strength he needed to come back to her.
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Fia nodded soberly, "Yes, my lord." She glanced at Lora and gave her a nod of assent, letting her know she'd be no trouble. Part of her wanted to simply lie down, though, as she could feel his seed running down her leg.
She watched him go and wished him well. She only looked over at Lora after he'd left her field of vision.
Helga tutted at her and Fia scowled at her before turning back to Lora and respectfully asking, "Is there anything you need me to do?"
Lora shook her head, "No, girl. Go tend to your master's newest slaves. Teach them."
Fia nodded and walked off.
Lora turned to Helga and said, "I would appreciate the help in keeping the lead while I take a moment to look for local healing herbs." A knowing, but humorless smile stretched her lips, "One never knows what might happen at upcoming battles."
Helga cheerlessly cackled, "Are you still playing at being a seeress?"
"Observation and intuition, my darling friend, nothing more. I'll take one of the new slaves with me." Lora went to find another woman to explore the forest and try to find herbs, roots, mushrooms, and berries that resembled those she already had knowledge on.
Helga went to do her duties and helped to set up pens for livestock and chickens that had come from Langt vann with them.
Fia went to the children who'd been diligently spinning as she had taught them. They were slow, but it was new work for them.
The yarn, as she had suspected, was not uniform but still she praised them.
She ran her fingers through Kitty's hair and touched the boy's cheek. The brother and sister hadn't yet given their names up. They were not stubborn, merely meek and quiet.
"You all should clean up and have some supper."
They brought out maternal instincts in Fia. She knew they were still part of the thrall community, but she'd been shown kindness and had no problem giving it out freely. She ushered them inside the hut to make sure they ate.
Lora returned with the new slave and her new medicines around dusk.
"Feiginger!" A clear voice rang out from the huddled 18 hostages at the church, in the Viking tongue.
"Teàrlag, hush!" Someone harshly whispered in Gaelic.
"Why?" She snapped back in the native tongue, "Are you so afraid that they won't know that they're nothing but," She switched back so the Vikings could understand her, "Cowards!"
"Teà, shut your mouth!" Someone else tried shutting her up again.
They all moved closer around her to try and protect her and shield her more from view of their capturers.
Fia nodded and walked off.
Lora turned to Helga and said, "I would appreciate the help in keeping the lead while I take a moment to look for local healing herbs." A knowing, but humorless smile stretched her lips, "One never knows what might happen at upcoming battles."
Helga cheerlessly cackled, "Are you still playing at being a seeress?"
"Observation and intuition, my darling friend, nothing more. I'll take one of the new slaves with me." Lora went to find another woman to explore the forest and try to find herbs, roots, mushrooms, and berries that resembled those she already had knowledge on.
Helga went to do her duties and helped to set up pens for livestock and chickens that had come from Langt vann with them.
Fia went to the children who'd been diligently spinning as she had taught them. They were slow, but it was new work for them.
The yarn, as she had suspected, was not uniform but still she praised them.
She ran her fingers through Kitty's hair and touched the boy's cheek. The brother and sister hadn't yet given their names up. They were not stubborn, merely meek and quiet.
"You all should clean up and have some supper."
They brought out maternal instincts in Fia. She knew they were still part of the thrall community, but she'd been shown kindness and had no problem giving it out freely. She ushered them inside the hut to make sure they ate.
Lora returned with the new slave and her new medicines around dusk.
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"Feiginger!" A clear voice rang out from the huddled 18 hostages at the church, in the Viking tongue.
"Teàrlag, hush!" Someone harshly whispered in Gaelic.
"Why?" She snapped back in the native tongue, "Are you so afraid that they won't know that they're nothing but," She switched back so the Vikings could understand her, "Cowards!"
"Teà, shut your mouth!" Someone else tried shutting her up again.
They all moved closer around her to try and protect her and shield her more from view of their capturers.
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For a moment she was tugged between the Viking and the other women, but she actually pulled away from the huddle. She was indeed fearless.
Teàrlag had a fire in her eyes that matched the fire sprouting from her head. She stood her ground, even stuck her chest out some, recalcitrant.
She stared for long moment, looking him up and down, breathing hard. A rage built inside her and hands reached out again to try and pull her back but she pushed them away.
She took a moment, thought of how to respond and swallowed her pride, just a little.
"A traveler," She spat, "Now, let them go. Let my father's people go."
Lora was at her new hut. Having put away her new medicines, she was sitting near a small fire making poultices and putting them away in little wooden or clay jars.
She had the slave knitting bandages for her.
Her door, as medicine woman and unofficial seeress, was never locked in any way. So when the shieldmaiden crashed through it, Lora stood and gathered the things she'd need before a word could even pass between them.
"Go find something else to do," She told the slave and turned to the shieldmaiden, "Let's go."
She set her jaw and nodded slowly, "My father does."
Internally she smiled, however, as the Viking had hit the nail on the head.
She led these people, her father only ruled in name. He had become weak after her mother's death. They only respected him because they respected her and she was a kind ruler.
Had her position and her father's been switched, he might have been thrown into the fray instead of trying to protect him as they did.
"What interest does our little island even hold for you, barbarian?" She took a step toward him.
While the children ate, Fia grabbed the bucket to go to the well and fill the bathtub.
It was slow work, and she made a mental note to find or make another one to make this go faster. Unlike the people of her home country, the Vikings liked to bathe at least once a week, so that became a priority high on her list. Though deep down, she thought to herself that her biggest priority was to let the Earl continue spilling himself inside her so she could make him joyous when his seed took hold.
Fia filled the tub with hot water and went to fetch one last bucket to have fresh water near for overnight and the next morning.
She did not know that she was being watched and leered at by Waaren, the warrior left behind.
She made it into the hut and set the bucket down.
"It'll be bedtime after you bathe," She told them as if she were their mother and expected them to listen. They didn't say a word, but nodded as they ate and watched her fix up what would be their bed.
It was slow work, and she made a mental note to find or make another one to make this go faster. Unlike the people of her home country, the Vikings liked to bathe at least once a week, so that became a priority high on her list. Though deep down, she thought to herself that her biggest priority was to let the Earl continue spilling himself inside her so she could make him joyous when his seed took hold.
Fia filled the tub with hot water and went to fetch one last bucket to have fresh water near for overnight and the next morning.
She did not know that she was being watched and leered at by Waaren, the warrior left behind.
She made it into the hut and set the bucket down.
"It'll be bedtime after you bathe," She told them as if she were their mother and expected them to listen. They didn't say a word, but nodded as they ate and watched her fix up what would be their bed.
Lora touched the shieldmaiden's arm, "We have more pressing matters at hand. It might be the Earl who needs me. We should go."
She was sad at being a witness to a death like that, but such was life and she wouldn't be able to save her if she tried.
Teà did not cover herself when it was obvious he was undressing her with his eyes, nor did she shy away from the vulgar words he used. She nearly answered him, with a wicked smile matching his own broad one, that she might consider bedding him.
But then he dared threaten the younger women, and she became incensed again, "Only men who have small cocks talk about how big they are. And if you want to take someone by force," She squared herself and shoved him. Though he only swayed very slightly, she did not back down. Her heart beat against her ribs loudly, "Try it with a real woman so she at least has the chance to defend her own honor!"
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As Lora and the shield maiden met with the runner to take them back to the wounded, Waaren stole into the hut, not caring whether anyone saw him or not. As far as he was concerned, Fia was still a slave even if she wasn't his anymore.
Fia was turned away from the door when she heard Kitty's scared gasp.
Waaren was already on the move and by the time Fia tried to turn, he was already behind her. He held her by the waist preventing her from seeing her attacker, nevertheless she knew who it was by the smell of goats that clung to him.
"Waaren," She said, with her heart in her throat, "I am no longer yours. Go away before you find yourself in trouble."
There was a nearing yell much like a war cry, but higher pitched and Fia's heart sank knowing who it was.
"Nooooo!" Kitty reached Waaren, her little fists beating at his legs. She was absolutely no match for the large man and he kicked her away hard. She landed a couple of feet away, whimpering.
"No! Stop!" Fia twisted away from him, though his grip was strong and he held her back from going to Kitty. The older girl approached Kitty and held her gently, trying to comfort the crying child.
"Please," Fia said softly as she looked at her charges. She ached to go to Kitty and comfort her, "Please don't hurt the children. I'll go with you and you can do as you desire with me. Just don't hurt them."
Waaren took that to mean she wouldn't be too difficult. He thought it meant that he would have an easy time sticking his cock in any hole he desired, and maybe use her again… and again.
"Come, then," He pulled her along and out of the hut, her left arm going numb due to his grip on it.
He was already getting hard as he walked her to the forest, thinking on which one of Fia's warm holes he'd like to fuck first.
He couldn't make it more than past the edge of the woods. He spun her around, slamming her back into a tree and holding her there by one large hand on her small waist.
He pressed himself against her, so that she could feel his hardness.
The blood rushing away from his brain intercepted any thoughts that Fia might try to defend herself. But on their walk there, she'd reached into her belt and held onto the dagger Magnus had given her. She'd turned it pointing up towards her forearm, hiding it as best as she could against her palm and wrist.
He rubbed himself against her, and slithered his tongue into his mouth. She moaned against it, trying to pull away.
He stuck his knee between her thighs to push her legs apart, still violating her mouth with his slimy tongue.
That's when Fia pressed the cold, sharp dagger right under his jawbone. He pulled away to look at her.
"You never learned my tongue," She whispered, "So you never learned Fiammetta means fire. And fire is what burns inside me." She pushed the dagger enough to just barely break skin, making that spot sting. She bared her teeth like a mean and rabid dog, "Let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. I won't even tell the Earl, so you won't have to pay him reparations. Let me go and I won't kill you!"
"You kill me and that's the end of you, slave," He laughed in her face his hand going to his own sword.
"I don't give a shit what happens to me!" She moved the blade towards Waaren's soft throat, leaving behind a thin, bloody scratch, "Not if it means you don't intrude upon me."
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy fucking you," He chuckled as he pulled his sword from his scabbard. As it was freed, he dropped it with a shout of pain. The smell of smoldering clothes and burning flesh filled the air.
Waaren swung his arm behind him letting Fia loose. She pushed him hard and he stumbled, his arm flailing wildly behind him. She stood over him, shocked at his reactions.
The boy, young slave to the Earl, stood behind him looking scared. It was that fear in that face that snapped Fia back into her senses.
She ran, grabbing the boy's wrist and making him run with her. She did not look behind her or stop until both were inside the hut.
Waaren finally managed to free himself of the burning stick against his skin. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a crude, dull spear, the point had been burnt, making it black now. He suspected it had been red when he'd been attacked and he thanked the gods it hadn't been sharp enough to pierce him. He got up and chased.
"Help me!" Fia shouted to the boy as she moved the heavy wardrobe trunk in front of the door. He helped her push with all his might.
They managed to move the trunk right on time as Waaren ran hard against the door.
"It's all right," She whispered to the children, "It's all right. He'll go away. He will not hurt you."
It took some time, but Waaren tired himself out.
He went to his own hut to take his anger out on the new slave that had replaced Fia.
He fucked her long and hard, smacking her backside and pulling her hair. He held her tight as he came inside her not caring where in her cycle she was, breaking his own rule.
Fia was turned away from the door when she heard Kitty's scared gasp.
Waaren was already on the move and by the time Fia tried to turn, he was already behind her. He held her by the waist preventing her from seeing her attacker, nevertheless she knew who it was by the smell of goats that clung to him.
"Waaren," She said, with her heart in her throat, "I am no longer yours. Go away before you find yourself in trouble."
There was a nearing yell much like a war cry, but higher pitched and Fia's heart sank knowing who it was.
"Nooooo!" Kitty reached Waaren, her little fists beating at his legs. She was absolutely no match for the large man and he kicked her away hard. She landed a couple of feet away, whimpering.
"No! Stop!" Fia twisted away from him, though his grip was strong and he held her back from going to Kitty. The older girl approached Kitty and held her gently, trying to comfort the crying child.
"Please," Fia said softly as she looked at her charges. She ached to go to Kitty and comfort her, "Please don't hurt the children. I'll go with you and you can do as you desire with me. Just don't hurt them."
Waaren took that to mean she wouldn't be too difficult. He thought it meant that he would have an easy time sticking his cock in any hole he desired, and maybe use her again… and again.
"Come, then," He pulled her along and out of the hut, her left arm going numb due to his grip on it.
He was already getting hard as he walked her to the forest, thinking on which one of Fia's warm holes he'd like to fuck first.
He couldn't make it more than past the edge of the woods. He spun her around, slamming her back into a tree and holding her there by one large hand on her small waist.
He pressed himself against her, so that she could feel his hardness.
The blood rushing away from his brain intercepted any thoughts that Fia might try to defend herself. But on their walk there, she'd reached into her belt and held onto the dagger Magnus had given her. She'd turned it pointing up towards her forearm, hiding it as best as she could against her palm and wrist.
He rubbed himself against her, and slithered his tongue into his mouth. She moaned against it, trying to pull away.
He stuck his knee between her thighs to push her legs apart, still violating her mouth with his slimy tongue.
That's when Fia pressed the cold, sharp dagger right under his jawbone. He pulled away to look at her.
"You never learned my tongue," She whispered, "So you never learned Fiammetta means fire. And fire is what burns inside me." She pushed the dagger enough to just barely break skin, making that spot sting. She bared her teeth like a mean and rabid dog, "Let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. I won't even tell the Earl, so you won't have to pay him reparations. Let me go and I won't kill you!"
"You kill me and that's the end of you, slave," He laughed in her face his hand going to his own sword.
"I don't give a shit what happens to me!" She moved the blade towards Waaren's soft throat, leaving behind a thin, bloody scratch, "Not if it means you don't intrude upon me."
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy fucking you," He chuckled as he pulled his sword from his scabbard. As it was freed, he dropped it with a shout of pain. The smell of smoldering clothes and burning flesh filled the air.
Waaren swung his arm behind him letting Fia loose. She pushed him hard and he stumbled, his arm flailing wildly behind him. She stood over him, shocked at his reactions.
The boy, young slave to the Earl, stood behind him looking scared. It was that fear in that face that snapped Fia back into her senses.
She ran, grabbing the boy's wrist and making him run with her. She did not look behind her or stop until both were inside the hut.
Waaren finally managed to free himself of the burning stick against his skin. He picked it up and looked at it. It was a crude, dull spear, the point had been burnt, making it black now. He suspected it had been red when he'd been attacked and he thanked the gods it hadn't been sharp enough to pierce him. He got up and chased.
"Help me!" Fia shouted to the boy as she moved the heavy wardrobe trunk in front of the door. He helped her push with all his might.
They managed to move the trunk right on time as Waaren ran hard against the door.
"It's all right," She whispered to the children, "It's all right. He'll go away. He will not hurt you."
It took some time, but Waaren tired himself out.
He went to his own hut to take his anger out on the new slave that had replaced Fia.
He fucked her long and hard, smacking her backside and pulling her hair. He held her tight as he came inside her not caring where in her cycle she was, breaking his own rule.
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Teà's breath caught in her throat. She put her hands out to her people and calmly said, "Do not do anything that will make them hurt you. Keep your heads down, cause no trouble."
She felt herself being dragged away and didn't much fight now, afraid that they might kill the youngster.
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She quickly moved to sit on the bed and curled her legs under her watching him, eyes wide. She pulled the tartan shawl from her shoulders and clutched it against her abdomen. It used to be her mother's and she'd hate for it to be ripped to shreds if what she thought was about to happen, happened.
"If you let them go…" She whispered, "If you let them go, I will not resist you. If you let them go, maybe we can come to an agreement. We don't have to fight. We can… Work together."
