Northern Lights: A Norse Saga (closed for a_libertine and naughtycammy)

[a_libertine]

Gunnar nodded at his intended bride, "All is forgiven, my dear." He looked at the plate before him and her, and began picking at the food. His eyes followed the lines of her body through the tight dress, admiration of what he saw shining in his eyes.

He was happy about her reactions to the chain, and more importantly how she reacted to not serving him. She certainly had the potential to be an excellent choice.

"Tell me, Runa, are the clothes sufficient, shall I send for the tailor?"

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa felt relieved when Gunnar forgave her, but she remained pensive and silent as they ate. The food was very good, but she was distracted, her blue eyes seeming to look far away as she thought about her position. So much had changed, and so quickly. She was happy to have escaped Jarl Thorsen, yet sad to have betrayed her father. She was happy to be reunited with her betrothed, yet afraid that she would not live up to his expectations. What else would he ask of her? What else would he demand of her?

Runa did not notice the direction of Gunnar's gaze as she leaned forward, the snugness of her gown and the bounty of her breasts causing her to reveal more cleavage than she was aware of.

"Tell me, Runa, are the clothes sufficient, shall I send for the tailor?"

The girl looked up with surprise, her cheeks at once flushing pink when she caught sight of the admiring twinkle in Gunnar's eyes. Sitting up a little straighter in her chair and smoothing her gown, Runa bashfully replied "Oh, oh yes my Jarl. The clothing you have provided me is more than sufficient for me, almost too beautiful to be worn. I fear I do not know many of the customs of your land, or which style of gown you prefer. I... I hope you will not think me immodest for showing so much. I wish to please and honor you with my appearance."

 

[a_libertine]

Gunnar almost laughed as Runa straightened up, trying to straighten her gown, perhaps trying to hide behind, when in reality it drew his attention to her. Not that he needed the stimulation to do so.

Her body was certainly lovely, but secondary to her natural submissiveness. The blush on her cheeks whenever he watched her, whenever she looked at him. Even the way she deflected attention from her self, almost self deprecatingly so.

Unable to help himself, when Runa finished with, "I wish to please and honor you with my appearance."

"Your appearance is quite pleasing Runa." He said.

 

[naughtycammy]

"Your appearance is quite pleasing Runa."

Gunnar's words pleased Runa, her cheeks sweetly flushed as she looked up into his eyes. Her natural bashfulness forced her to look meekly away again, though her heart seemed to have quickened its pace within her chest. As a Jarl's daughter, Runa was used to being flattered by those around her. Though her beauty was renowned, she was modest enough to believe that she was no more beautiful than the other high-born maidens she knew. But Gunnar was her betrothed, and she knew that he would not deceive her.

Her entire being seemed to flush with warm emotion, and though she could not look into his eyes, Runa's soft lips formed into a sweet, childlike smile. "I am so very glad that I find favor in your eyes, my Jarl. As your wife, I wish to please you always. There was a gown of deeper blue, closer to the color I believe you favor. But it was very... revealing..." Runa's blush deepened ".. and I was unsure if you would have approved me wearing it in public. If I am mistaken, I pray that you will pardon me."

 

[a_libertine]

Gunnar of course had no idea what gown she was referring to, for he had not seen any of them yet, other than the one she wore today. He did however trust Yahya and whatever the old seneschal approved was very likely to be a good dress for Runa.

"Wear it for me tomorrow, Runa. I am sure it will be lovely." Gunnar smiled widely for her, and finished, "I am sure your smile makes the dress irrelevant anyway.

He was rewarded with a blush and a shy smile as Runa turned her head to the side.

"From now own, we will have breakfast one after dawn, lunch one hour after mid day, and supper at sundown. I trust this schedule is amendable to you?"

 

[naughtycammy]

"Wear it for me tomorrow, Runa. I am sure it will be lovely." Gunnar smiled widely for her, and finished, "I am sure your smile makes the dress irrelevant anyway."

Gunnar's words as well as his wide, handsome smile seemed to bathe Runa's body in warmth, her heart seeming to quiver within her chest. How she loved to please him, to make him happy. The thought of wearing such a daring gown made her nervous, but if her betrothed wished it... Blushing and smiling softly, Runa turned her face shyly away and nodded in agreement, not yet able to speak.

"From now own, we will have breakfast one after dawn, lunch one hour after mid day, and supper at sundown. I trust this schedule is amendable to you?"

The girl looked up into Gunnar's eyes, once again becoming mesmerized by those obsidian pools. For a long time she did not answer, until at last her blue eyes went wide with embarrassment and quickly looked away. Her blush had fully returned as she hurredly replied "Oh! Yes my Jarl. I like this schedule very much and will keep to it." Once her embarrassment had faded, the childlike smile returned to Runa's lips, and she added softly, almost to herself "I am happy that we will spend so much time together..."

 

[a_libertine]

Standing, Gunnar offered Runa his hand and helped her up. "Good, then I will see you at lunch." Half bowing over the hand he held, he kissed it gently. Standing straight again he fingered the ball and whispered, "I trust you will have this on properly by then."

He walked out of the solarium through the same door that Runa had entered in, leaving Runa behind.

Arriving at his office, Gunnar turned to the mundane issues of office that he had been putting off for far too long. Troops were moving and messengers traveling back and forth, requiring little of his attention, the war was in a self sustaining pattern for a few days.

The Kingdom of the Sun was sending an ambassador, hostage more like, to attend his court and give their point of view when prodded for it.

Thoughts of Runa's blush crossed his mind, and he sat thinking about her, and her lovely shape. He pondered scrying on her, but decided against it, better leave some secrets for the wedding day.

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa accepted Gunnar's hand and stood, her eyes filled with a tinge of disappointment that they would be parting so soon. The feeling of his lips upon her hand produced a tremor thoughout her entire body, the touch of his lips upon the soft skin causing her fingertips to tingle. Never before had he kissed her in any way. During their courtship, Runa's strict nurse would never have permitted it. But Gunnar had kissed her hand, and in a few days he would also claim her untouched lips.

She was only partially awakened from her bliss-like state when her betrothed began to finger the ball chained about her waist, her cheeks flushing deeply as he whispered,

"I trust you will have this on properly by then."

Runa could not speak, but nodded in agreement, and in another moment Gunnar was gone. She felt herself weakening and sat down, her mind and heart both thrilled and troubled. How could he make her senses reel with a touch, a word, a look? Was she falling under his power? Runa had never been in love before, so she could not be sure if what she felt was love, or some curious grey-area emotion. At the moment, she was not willing to say that she loved him. She was almost afraid to think about it.

At last she rose, exiting the solarium through the door she had entered. She did not need to wander long before Hildegard seemed to swoop down upon her, and the older, good-natured woman quickly led her back to her chambers. Hildegard made a few teasing comments about how love-struck Runa looked, causing the girl to blush deeply and try to change the subject. They whiled away the hours in talking, reading, and music, the maid pressuring her charge into singing and playing the harp. Hildegard's praises of her talent were so warm that Runa again flushed tried to change the subject, when at last her eyes fell upon the little golden ball chained around her waist.

Ashamed that she had forgotten it for so long, the girl rose and very bashfully explained to her maid what needed to be done. Hildegard had chucked, murmering something about "the Master and his toys" and "if I were a few years younger..." before helping Runa to lift her skirt. Bashfully lowering her undergarment, the girl attempted to fasten the chain around her waist as before, but the chain had a mind of its own. Slipping from her fingers, the chain magically wrapped itself around her waist and between her legs like a serpent, cinching itself snugly against her so that it nestled between her ass cheeks. The ball secured itself upon the front of Runa's untouched sex, and she let out a cry of fear as the device acted on its own and touched her in so many forbidden places. Hildegard simply chuckled and soothed the girl, explaining "The Master won't let no harm come to ye" before helping her rearrange her clothing.

All this seemed frightening enough to Runa, but it was not long before she felt the full effects of the golden ball. While reading, she came upon a poem Gunnar had recited to her during their courtship, and her fond memories of the Jarl and his soothing, magnificent voice instantly activated the device. The golden ball began to buzz, to positively vibrate against her untouched clit, forcing Runa to arch and let out a cry as the lightning of Thor seemed to explode within her. Again and again the ball vibrated, forcing sensuous cries and moans which had never once left the girl's lips before. Runa was frightened. Her body seemed out of control, every inch of it burning and tingling, blazing with newfound pleasure.

Hildegard knew what was happening and attempted to soothe her, helping her to lay on the bed as either her own or Gunnar's thoughts caused the little ball to buzz. Flushed, panting, writhing, grasping at the bedding, Runa tried to endure the near-constant onslaught, her hips arching, her undergarment soaked with her feminine juices. She could feel the lightning and fire building within her belly, preparing her for something wonderful, something terrifying. But that moment never came, and Runa whimpered and moaned for the satisfaction and release that was denied to her.

 

[a_libertine]

Lunch was being held on the balcony overlooking the Plain of Pearl, so named for the peculiar properties of the grass. The grass was green, but shimmered with the nacreous gleam of a pearl. It was a dizzying display at times, especially when the wind gusted and stilled with no rhyme or reason.

Gunnar was standing at the low un-railed wall of the balcony watching as the sun played it's wondrous light show on the grass. He heard the door behind him open and then a gasp as Runa stepped on the balcony. He wasn't sure if the gasp was from the grass, or the gold ball that laid nestled against her womanhood, but in either case he smiled.

Turning to her, His smile only broadened, "My dear, you look radiant." He saw her body shake slightly as the golden ball began to work its magic on her. A low sublime constant stimulation of her womanhood, with no relief from the stimulation.

She would be ready like no woman ever before for her marriage bed. "I trust your morning has been fruitful?"

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa was amazed that she could walk after the hours of anguish she had endured. Even when she was able to think of things other than her future husband, Gunnar would think of her, causing the evil ball to vibrate wildly against her sensitive pearl. The girl had thought about sending word that she was ill and could not come to lunch, but she knew that her betrothed expected her, and she was becoming afraid of disobeying him.

As Runa appeared upon the balcony, she tried her best to compose herself, but all attempts were worthless as she and Gunnar thought of each other, the golden ball vibrating like mad and causing her to let out a whimper of helpless arousal. She was indeed a lovely sight, her lips and cheeks redder than ever, every inch of her tingling skin flushed a creamy pink. Runa's full breasts rose and fell in time with her desperate pants for breath, her entire body trembling as she tried her hardest to keep her legs steady. The girl's expression was one of utter helplessness, her blue eyes filled with anguish and a longing she had never felt before. Runa seemed an entirely different creature than the one she had been that morning, but she was still soft, yielding, and ashamed of her inability to control herself.

Runa attempted to curtsy to Gunnar, but the effort was too much, and she fell upon her hands and knees before him. Whimpering, hiding her face with shame, the girl pleaded as she had never done before. "Oh my Jarl... my Jarl have mercy upon me! I cannot bear it... It is too much... too wicked... too good... It frightens me... No relief... Mercy, my Jarl, I beg you! Mercy!"

 

[a_libertine]

It was a sight every man wants to see. His woman on her hands and knees, so horny her pussy was leaking down her thighs, begging for him to fuck her.

He was only male after all. His cock responded by immediately getting hard.

"Raise your head, Runa, let me see your lovely face." She lifted her head, the anguish and unadulterated lust shining from them like twin lighthouses. "Crawl to me beloved." he whispered.

Her hunger was such that Runa didn't pause, didn't think twice. She immediately began crawling to him. When she arrived he caressed her face tenderly. "Do you want relief? Do you want me to sate your needs for a little while, Runa?"

"YES! My Jarl, I beg you!" Runa moaned loudly, her voice nearly carrying the courtyard far below.

Pulling a chair behind his kneeling fiancée, Gunnar flipped her dress up around her waist, exposing her gorgeous ass to him. Gunnar could hear the vibrations of the gold ball as it assaulted her clit nearly non stop now. The more she thought about him the longer it went. The longer it went the more she thought about him.

Placing his hands on her soft delectable ass, "I am going to do things to you now, that a husband does to his wife. You will be mine forever more once I do sate your need, do you understand?" His hands roamed across her backside, brushed against her gaping pussy lips while he talked.

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa writhed and whimpered helplessly as the wicked golden ball tortured her, vibrating fiercely against her sensitive clit, yet never allowing her release. Never before had she felt so powerless, so needy, so like an animal as she did then, begging upon her hands and knees for Gunnar to have mercy on her. Arousal and shame burned in Runa's cheeks and sparkled in her eyes as he circled behind her, the girl stiffening and letting out a cry as he flipped up the skirt of her gown and exposed her virgin sex to his dark eyes.

No man had ever seen this most intimate part of her body, the girl able to feel Gunnar's eyes feasting upon her smooth, curving rear and the glistening petals of her untouched flower. Runa's arousal was so great that her sweet juices had trickled down her creamy thighs and soaked the tops of her silk stockings, each tied securely in place with a pink garter. Being so completely exposed to a man who was not yet her husband made Runa let out a tiny sob of shame, but the golden ball did not stop its relentless vibrations for a second, forcing bolt after bolt of agonizing pleasure through her veins.

Runa arched and squealed as she felt Gunnar's warm, strong hands upon the creamy white skin of her rear, trembling and whimpering as his touch teased and tortured her senses. Though her mind was clouded with need, his words brought back to her the full seriousness of what would happen between them. Gunnar would claim her virginity, the precious treasure Runa had saved all of her life. She was supposed to relinquish it only upon her wedding day, but the raging pleasures and passions within her made her wholly unable to keep this promise. What would be the consequences? Would it curse their marriage? Would she be less precious to him? Would he refuse to marry her after she had been deflowered? What would become of her then?

These thoughts whirled round Runa's head for only a moment before the full intensity of her need broke through, forcing her to whimper, to almost weep with desperation. With her red braids shining like fire beneath the eye of the sun, the girl pleaded once again to be released from her torment, her voice sweet in its desperation. "Oh please my Jarl... whatever you do, be gentle to me... Remember our betrothal... I will be yours if only you will grant me release! Oh please my Jarl! Please..."

 

[a_libertine]

Gunnar smiled. It was a wicked, lusty, voracious smile at her ass and pussy. One that Runa could not see, and if she had, would either have gone into orgasmic shock, or ran away in terror.

His hands traveled across her ass, stroking it, her gaping pussy affectionately, possessively. "Oh yes, little one, you will be mine. You will completely surrender yourself to me long before this meal is over, I think."

Gunnar inserted his thick forefinger into her quivering, tight pussy and slowly thread it in, then pulled back out. Licking his finger, he moaned, "Yes, little one, the taste of a virgin. Nothing sweeter in all the realms." Gunnar inserted his finger again, this time rotating it left, right, and back again.

"Turn around, little one." Gunnar commanded. As Runa spun around on all fours, her ass now pointing out toward the courtyard, barely hidden by the short wall of the balcony, Gunnar whispered, "Taste yourself, revel in your own deliciousness, and then undress me."

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa whimpered and mewled helplessly as Gunnar's warm, strong hands stroked the tingling flesh of her ass and virgin sex, her pussy quivering and contracting at his slightest touch. Never before had she heard her betrothed speak in such a way, his voice dripping with possessive passion complete control. His words made the girl tremble anew, but she could not decide whether it was from fear or excitement. "Oh my Jarl... My Jarl..."

Suddenly Runa felt one of Gunnar's thick fingers press into her unused depths, the girl arching and letting out a sweet cry as she was penetrated for the first time. Her slick inner walls tried desperately to accomodate the new invader, stretching around and clinging to the probing finger and forcing whimpers of virginal discomfort from Runa's lips. She became almost limp as the finger was at last withdrawn, her betrothed's moans and lustful words informing her, to her shock, that Gunnar had tasted her virgin sweetness.

But Runa did not have time to even gasp before his finger once again pressed into her scalding femininity, the tightness of her inner walls impeding him, while the slickness of her honey aided him. Again she arched and squealed, whimpering as the thick digit rotated back and forth within her snug embrace, stimulating places she had never known of and causing her to writhe and mewl with frightening pleasure. Again the finger was withdrawn, and Runa had barely felt herself go limp when Gunnar commanded her to turn around. It was a command not to be refused.

Obediently the girl turned upon her hands and knees, her lovely face flushed, her fiery braids draped over her white shoulders, and her blue eyes filled with innocence and lust as she looked up at her betrothed, her captor, her Master. His wicked, lustful smile made Runa quiver visibly with fear, and the sight of his glistening finger, and what she was commanded to do with it, made her stare at it as if it were a poisonous serpent. But the golden ball was buzzing furiously against her swollen gem, and the girl knew that no relief would come unless she obeyed.

Leaning forward, her ample, creamy cleavage revealed to Gunnar's dark eyes, Runa began to lap at the sweet juices coating his finger. She closed her eyes and whimpered with shame as her warm, moist tongue tasted her own virgin nectar, forced to admit to herself that it was indeed delicious. Soon her betrothed's finger had been licked clean, and the desperate girl began the task of undressing the man who held so much power over her. The thought of seeing Gunnar's body before its proper time made Runa's hands tremble, and she fumbled several times in unfastening and pulling off each garment.

Gunnar's body was strong and masculine, his chest hairy and his torso crossed with scars from past battles. It contrasted sharply with the smooth, soft, femininity of her own body, and while Runa felt ashamed, her heart throbbed with an instinctive attraction. At last his breeches fell to the floor, and the girl gasped as she was presented to her betrothed's fully aroused manhood. Never had Runa ever imagined Gunnar's cock would be so long and thick, the steely sword of flesh pulsating with virility and lust. She began to fear it, unable to believe that it could fit inside her unused tightness. Backing away slightly in fear, Runa looked up into her betrothed's dark, commanding eyes, pleading once again for mercy. "Please my Jarl... I am afraid... Be gentle with your betrothed... "

 

[a_libertine]

Her soft lush lips, wrapped around Gunnar's finger and immediately he knew that he was going to have her mouth wrapped around his cock before long.

He looked down at Runa as she backed away from him, still on her knees. Her voice quivered as she begged for mercy, gentleness, reassurance. His cock pulsed wantonly, pre-cum collecting in the slit.

A word from a language few spoke hissed from Gunnar's lips and several pairs of disembodied hands began unlacing her dress, peeling it away, exposing her completely to him. Her heavy full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her nipples, the size of a marble, were taut causing her areola to contract slightly, bumps encircling it.

Gunnar reached down with both hands, hefting her heavy tits watching them spill over the sides of his hands. Half bent over, he whispered, "You will not say another word until you beg me to take you, do you understand me?"

Need and lust shone from her beautiful eyes as his obsidian orbs stared deep into them. Deep beneath the lust a slight hint of what he wanted most could be seen.

Standing upright, Gunnar pressed against her head, forcing it back slightly. Stepping forward, the bulbous head of his mace like cock quivered mere millimeters from her lips. "Worship that which will make a woman of you girl. Kiss it, lick it, hold it, caress it. Show me your love, your surrender."

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa's blue eyes went wide with surprise as Gunnar hissed a what seemed to be a foreign word to her. Before she could ask what it meant, the girl felt her gown begin to loosen around her, and in another moment she let out a cry of fear as several pairs of ghostly hands unlaced and peeled away the silken garment. Before Runa could even attempt to resist, she was completely naked before her betrothed, every inch of her milky flesh exposed to his dark eyes.

Tortured by both arousal and shame, the girl tried to hide her flushed face from Gunnar's sight, but suddenly he had taken possession of her untouched breasts and forced a sweet cry from her lips. Runa whimpered as he admired her sensitive pink nipples and weighed the full, firm mounds in his controlling grasp, about to once more beg for mercy when he commanded, "You will not say another word until you beg me to take you, do you understand me?" Fearful and ashamed, yet desperate for satisfaction, the girl nodded, forcing herself to make no sound other than the moans and whimpers she could not repress.

Gunnar's eyes, so dark, so mesmerizing, so full of lust and power seemed to look through Runa's shining orbs and see into her soul, causing the girl to tremble with both fear and excitement. They awakened and transformed her natural meekness and desire to please into something more primal: the desire to please Gunnar. Runa felt herself yearning to serve him, to surrender utterly to his will, and to his will alone. Her betrothed's eyes penetrated and seduced her, and she was powerless to resist.

Though her shame had not completely left her, it seemed to heighten Runa's intense need, and as Gunnar's manhood was presented for her to worship, the innocent girl could do nothing else but obey. Stroking the hot, steely shaft with her delicate fingers, Runa's soft lips began to kiss the great head of her betrothed's cock gently, lovingly, with awe. Just as she feared and worshipped the gods, she feared and worshipped Gunnar's masculinity, her instinct taking over as one hand began to stroke up and down its pulsing length, while the other cradled and caressed his balls, so heavy with his potent seed. Soon her reverent kisses transformed into swirling licks around and over the thick tip of his sword, the salty taste of her betrothed's pre-cum forcing a sweet, sensuous moan from her lips.

 

[a_libertine]

Gunnar wrapped his hands in Runa's flame hair, his head tilting down. His eyes alternated open and closed as she sucked on the head of his cock. Her free hand cupped his cum laden balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, pressing them up against his body.

Her moans vibrated down his length, exciting him even as her soft lips slid up and down his length. His hips began thrusting back and forth, forcing the bulbous end deeper and deeper into her throat. Runa's saliva streamed from her mouth to her hand cupping his balls. The hand stroking his staff smoothed her spit smothering his cock in it.

The first he knew that lunch had been brought out was when Runa stopped her worship of his cock and gasped. Gunnar's head snapped in the direction of the serving girl that was placing lunch on the low table. His eyes snapped back at Runa, anger blazing in them, "You stopped because of her? Do you want to please her instead?"

"N-n-no, my jarl." Runa stammered as her head lowered.

Turning his head to the serving slave, "Kneel, here!" He yelled while pointing at the ground next to Runa.

The slave quickly complied, kneeling next to her mistress. "Perhaps you want this slave to worship my cock instead?!"

Both women shot their heads up, fear and shock in both sets of eyes, "N-no, please no my jarl," Runa whispered so low that it was nearly impossible to hear her.

"When you are in my presence, nothing in else in the universe matters. Your focus is to never break from me." Gunnar tilted Runa's head back again, sliding his cock into her mouth, "Now finish worshiping me while she watches; and remember, if you are ever negligent in attending to my pleasure, I will not hesitate to have another take your place."

 

[naughtycammy]

Runa could not suppress a muffled sob as Gunnar's cock slid back into her mouth, her blue eyes glittering with tears before closing in a vain attempt to hide her emotions. She again began to worship her betrothed, suckling his steely shaft, slick with her saliva, and caressing his balls with a tender, loving touch. The girl continued to moan and whimper as the golden ball pleasured and tortured her without end, but she could not hold back her tears, and the pearly drops trickled down over her flushed cheeks.

Runa had nearly died of shame when the serving slave had entered, terrified that soon everyone would know that they had engaged in premarital pleasures. The fact that she could not control her needs was shameful enough, but to have the whole world know it? She had never seen Gunnar so angry before in all the time she had known him, and for a moment she had thought he would hurt her. Then the slave girl had been ordered to kneel beside her, and Runa's heart quailed with horror at what he might have her do. To have a servant walk in while she was worshipping her betrothed was one thing, but for the servant to be ordered to watch this intimate act made the flame-haired innocent tremble with humiliation.

Gunnar's words echoed in her head as she took his sword deep into the tightness of her throat, allowing instinct to guide her even as the tears flowed. Again and again she swallowed his throbbing cock and suckled it with devotion, hearing her betrothed's voice within her mind, repeating, "I will not hesitate to have another take your place." It was all too much for an innocent girl who knew so little about the ways of love and sex, and her euphoria-dulled mind, so full of lust, fear, devotion, and shame, translated Gunnar's words into a much harsher meaning than he purhaps had intended.

First, Runa had been Gunnar's betrothed, soon to be his wife. Then, she had been both his betrothed and his captive. She had begun to feel herself yield to him completely, but now she did not know who or what she was to the man she now worshipped. Though they had never spoken of love, Runa had believed that she was precious to him, but with the knowledge that Gunnar would not hesitate to thrust her aside in favor of another woman, that belief was shaken. Was she just one of many women to be used for his pleasure? Was she simply one unit in a vast harem? Runa would have willingly enslaved herself to him had she been sure that she was his one and only, that he appreciated her servitude. But now it seemed as though her servitude meant nothing to him, and the girl wondered if the sacrifice of her virginity would have been as valuable to Gunnar as that of a perfect stranger. The very thought of him using another woman for his pleasure made Runa's heart contract painfully within her chest, and as her betrothed at last blessed her with his seed, she swallowed the precious, salty fluid as if its heat would soothe the ache.

Suckling until she had consumed every potent drop of Gunnar's cum, the girl allowed her head to drop upon her chest, not daring to say a word or open her eyes, though the occasional tear or sob escaped her. She wanted so badly to ask, "What am I? What am I to you, my Jarl?" but at that moment she was unable to heave her heart into her mouth.

 

[a_libertine]

The tears streamed down Runa's face as she sucked Gunnar's massive cock, the head of which buried itself at the top of her throat with each loving stroke. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her body trembled in shame, fear, and yes, lust.

The serving girl watched her expression changing from horror, to fear, to acceptance, and then lust. As she watched her mistress suck her master's cock, her breathing got heavier and heavier; soon, she was squirming, grinding her thighs together. Biting her lower lip lightly, her head turned left and right in time with Runa's bobbing.

Gunnar's knees buckled slightly as Runa sucked on the head hard, much like one that was breathing deep of vision weed. His orgasm filled her mouth and Runa unexpectedly managed to drink down each and every drop of his semen.

As his semi flaccid cock plopped from her mouth, Runa's head buried itself in her chest in shame. Dismissing the slave he sat in the chair, pulling his betrothed up into his lap. Her soaking pussy streamed its fluid down her ass cheek onto and then down his muscular thigh.

His left hand wrapped around her torso, pulling her tight against him, "Shh, little one, their is no other for me, as there is no other for you."