Viking Girl

[Virgininneed]

Freya lay asleep in her bed wearing a thin white gown that was somewhat see-through. She had long wavy blond hair and wide grey eyes. She was a wonderful cook and always kept the house clean.

When not caring for the animals on the farm, she worked as a healer. Usually they were minor cuts and bruises but once shed had to cut off a man's leg to save his life.

Late that night a ship appeared on the horizon. All of the villagers were asleep and defenseless. It was the perfect time for a raid. As the Vikings landed on the beach they met no resistance

 

[Virgininneed]

Bump*

 

[LordLuck]

With a finger laid upon his lips, Barnikel jumped towards the beach, leaving his ship the first time for almost a week. His men followed suit, the noise of the waves muffling any other, not a rumour of conversation escaping any of his karl's lips. The karls, his veteran warriors, were well-armed and well-trained, the only ones he would bring in the dangerous expeditions to attack the danes.

Although Barnikel knew the danes as distant cousins, and both danes and svears were viking tribes, Barnikel was a svear. And that meant that he would attack the danish clans or the norse tribes. His whole warband were of svears, with a couple of occasional frisians that lived with his own clan.

Taking upon his massive, two handed axe, he order his men to silently slip through the village's houses... to surrender and murder the men that resisted, to pillage, sack and burn. Most entered the humble dweelings unnopposed. Barnikel himself hand entered one of those. A woman slept into a hay bed. Her white gown revealed a couple of perky, nice breasts and wide hips, capable of bearing many children. And Barnikel wished her. Laying aside his axe, the viking approached her bed.

When suddenly, the first cry of terror echoed through the nightm followed by the cies of defiance of the svear warriors.

 

[Virgininneed]

Freya sat up thinking she'd heard a scream and looked around. Her eyes fell on a huge man standing above her. She quickly took out a dagger from under the bed and held it up moving away. She glanced at the door wondering if shed be able to beat him to it. She heard more screams from outside and stared up at the warrior worried.

 

[LordLuck]

She could nothing, now. Barnikel was an enormous man, and if she tried to escape he could tackled her down the floor, risking to flatten the girl against the dirt. And he would hate to slay such a gorgeous woman. After all, it was not a mere raid. Barnikel was searching for a wife - according to the ancient Viking custom. The man would attack the wife's family, slay them, enslave them, and take her as his own.

And the girl had produced a knife. Thing were about to become really serious as the girl was testing him to move first, and dart with that sharp thing towards him. However, the huge warrior was more than a match for a mere girl with a knife, and knew he would easily overpower her.

 

[Virgininneed]

Freya made a run for the door. She was small but fast and was planning on calling for help. But as she looked around she saw the many Vikings raiding her village. Realizing she had no chance of getting away she put down the knife tears in her eyes.

"Freya!"

She looked up to see her father running towards her. He was a large powerfully built man who worked as a blacksmith. "Father!" she cried running towards him hoping he could help her. As she was running she tripped scraping her hands and knees so that she was bleeding

 

[LordLuck]

But the girl had not noticed that the warrior that had been inside her hom had not stopped as she did to watch upon the terrifying horror of the raid unfolding before her eyes. Armed men, most of them blondes and redheads, were pulling out their weapons, bellowing in triumph as they've passed every man through the sword. She could hear the bellows of pain and screams of anguish as women had their skirts lifted and were violated.

And more, when her father runned past another armed man that she had never seen before. He was wielding a wicked mace, and as the blacksmith passed through him, he took the chance to deliver a powerful, quick blow on the back of the older man's neck. Blood splattered the weapon and the ground as the blacksmith fell as a tree, the glimmer of life leaving his eyes as he stared his daughter.

At the same time, the man that came behind her had laid both his powerful hands over her form, and pulled her towards his arms, holding her tight into it's thick, powerful limbs. And he entered her house again, caring not if she had scratched herself against the floor, unceremoniously throwing her towards the hay bed... and knelling over her.

 

[Virgininneed]

Freya screamed as her father hit the ground running towards him. His eyes were lifeless and she knew he was dead. Suddenly she felt someone grab her from behind. She struggled fiercely trying to escape but it was useless. She was tiny compared to any others in her village and this man was huge!

She cried out as he threw her towards the bed. She glared up at him crying and shaking. "Let me go." she said quietly staring up at him trembling. He was a svear and could tell by his clothing that he was a chieftain. She crawled backwards as he kneeled over her. "Please," she whispered frightened. She didn't know what to do

 

[Virgininneed]

Bumpp

 

[Virgininneed]

Bump again

 

[LordLuck]

The huge man laughted heartily as he crawled towards her. In a moment, Freya was stuck between the stone wall of her home and the warrior that had just now pulled his chainmail over his head, discarding it against the floor. "No, little girl.", he spoke into his rough accent. As a svear, his tongue was very much similar to Freya's, she being a dane herself. However, their accents were very different.

"You are now mine.", he smiled as he laid both of his callous hands against her legs, and pulled her whole body closer to himself. "I am taking you. I'll be my wife."

 

[Virgininneed]

Freya trembled frightened. She barely even knew him and he was telling her she would be his wife. She bit her lip tears running down her cheeks.she shook her head staring up at him. "No," she said softly pulling away. She felt attracted to him but she was afraid of him. Her father had beaten her many times so she rarely trusted men. She still had bruises on her arms and stomach from his abuse

 

[LordLuck]

"No?"

Barnikel laugthed heartily as he pulled her even closer, this time, taking the girl by her waistline and pulling her closer to his groin. By the Gods, this girl was amazingly beautiful. Her perky breasts pointed against the fabric of her gown, her wide hips more than ready to be plowed into bringing him healthy sons.

"You have no choice, woman. You are now mine.", he told her seriously. "Comply, and I won't have to hit you any more than the necessary."

"Now, spread your legs."

 

[Virgininneed]

Crying she spread her legs knowing he'd probably hit her a lot harder than her father. She touched a bruise on her cheek trembling. She stared up at him unsure what he was going to do. The way he was looking at her made her nervous and she looked away

 

[LordLuck]

"I'm happy to see a danish girl that knows her place..."

The cries of terror, fear and laughter echoed through the village outside, making their way in. Freya could already know that most of the people she had known were being killed or violated such as she was to be. For as Barnikel was known in his tribe to be fair and a kind lover, he only was to those compliant.
Freya was lucky to be chosen by the gentle giant, after all.
With his hands working down his pants, slowly Barnikel produced his thick, hard manhood. Pulling her dress' skirts upwards towards her waist, the huge man suddenly laid above Freya... and all was done.

 

[Virgininneed]

"I'm happy to see a danish girl that knows her place..."

Freya blushed closing her eyes trembling. She was terrified. He was probably going to rape her and beat her she thought to herself. She lay still waiting for the pain. She glanced at him and saw his... thing. It was huge! She let out a small whimper staring at it. She watched him as he pulled her skirts up and climbed on top of her. She looked into his eyes laying on the floor wondering what he was like.

"Please don't hurt me," she said quietly. "Please... I... I'm a virgin." Her cheeks turned bright pink.

 

[WajaLover]

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[LordLuck]

((I would love to you if you did, but this thread is Virgininneed's. You'd have to ask her about it, Waja))

"That's only makes up for the best, girl..."

With those last, ominous words, Barnikel adjusted his thick manhood against the girl's slit. She was pretty much juvenile, a young girl kept by her father mostly untouched, hoping to marry her well. And in fact, she was getting well married, but hardly the way he had planned. With a long push, the man started to penetrate her, spreading her wide around his thick girth...

"W-What's your... n-name?", he asked finally.

 

[Virgininneed]

She closed her eyes crying in pain. "Frey... Freya." she said trembling. It felt like her insides were being torn apart. She gripped his shoulders crying out in pain. "Please... Oh gods. It hurts." Her breath was quickening and her heart was racing. She struggled beneath him crying quietly

 

[LordLuck]

Good Gods. They've had blessed him with a gorgeous, delicious virgin, and to deflower a girl was something sublime. Barnikel tasted the fear in her eyes, the worry and the pain, the tears flowing as he raped her. He hilted his thick girth within her, almost feeling her belly bulge to fit him in. She was so, so tight. Freya had not been lying when she said she was a virgin.

"That's... That's a beautiful name.", he told her as he laid both arms besides her tummy, forcing himself even deeper within the girl.

 

[Virgininneed]

She whimpered as he went deeper. Her back arched so that her breasts pressed against his chest. She screamed from the pain looking up at him weakly. She blushed again and looked away. She felt to weak to struggle. She let out a soft moan as the pain began to recede

 

[LordLuck]

Barnikel dived against her neck and shoulder, kissing her, licking her, tasting her skin, her sweat and her fear... and all of those factors inebriated the huge man that now claimed his wife. She was a dane. That meant that Freya would once bring him strong, healthy children that would grew as strong as him. He loved the way the girl squirmed and cried, her sobs music to his ears. The svear knew that she would grow accustomed to it soon enough, and kept hammering his hardness within her.

 

[Virgininneed]

She moaned again softly but a little louder this time, audible to her captor. It was still uncomfortable but most of the pain was gone. She felt a warmth in her belly and was unsure what it was. Her eyes were filled with confusion as he thrusted harder. She felt him kissing and licking her and gasped. She was wet between her legs but it wasn't blood. What was happening to her? She knew about sex but was still quite naive.

 

[LordLuck]

A small rumour of laughter escaped Barnikel's lips, as he felt Freya lubricating her womanhood, easing him his access. She was so tight, the Viking knew he would explode soon enough. With that in mind, and the children that she could bear him, the svear kept pummeling his hardness fiercely against the girl, his hands coming to her hips in order to have her spreading her legs even further to his hiltings.

 

[Virgininneed]

"Agghhhhhh," she cried out her eyes widening. Her back arched even more and pleasure sent a tremble through her body. She writhed beneath him squirming. Her juices covered the floor and the inside of her legs as she came. She collapsed there panting softly unsure what had just happened