Viking Raid

Hanna

Sometime during his assault on my body, I realized that he wasn't hurting me. Well, he may have been trying to hurt me, but I did not perceive pain.
Feeling weightless in his hands, I hung between heaven and earth, impaled on his manhood. His thrusting in and out of me began to cause a thrilling sensation. I felt as though a very nice bubble were growing within me and I suspected that if it were to burst, it would be joyous. The weight of his chest on my breasts only added to the sensation.

Before I realized what was happening, I heard his familiar grunting...
 
Bjarn

As I felt my imminent release approaching, I intensified the pace of my thrusts, grunting as I frantically plunging my manhood deep within her.

Somewhere, deep in the back of my lust filled mind, I sensed that there was something different this time, to the other times I had taken the girl. But I paid it no heed, my attention focused solely on my impending climax, desperate to douse the fire raging in my soul.

Driving my whole body against her with every stroke, my teeth scraped against her neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood. The sudden taste in my mouth enflamed my senses, heightening every sensation, driving me hurtling over the edge.

With a roar of ecstasy I buried myself in her to the hilt, fingers digging into her ass as I pulled her tight to me, filling her with my seed. Pumping in and out of her until I was spent, finally I withdrew and slumped against her, breathing heavily.

Without warning I stepped away, lowering her roughly to the floor. She slumped down against the wall as I pulled my breeches up and turned away, heading towards the door, needing to feel the morning chill on my burning skin.
 
Hanna

I wanted to scream.

Something had happened. My whole body had begun to come alive and feel so very good. A glorious pressure had begun to build toward release....and then he was finished. My whole body cried out for something I did not know how to give it.

I crawled over to the sleeping furs next to the fire and curled myself into a miserable ball. My hands were shaky, so I put them between my clamped thighs to hold them still -- Bless the gods! What was that? I brought one hand higher to the apex of my thighs where the tall man's seed dripped from my body and felt another shiver. Again, I touched myself, this time longer. My eyes fluttered shut in response to the supreme pleasure this motion wrought.

I continued the little circling motion....
 
Bjarn

I stood outside the long-house, calming my breathing as the cool morning breeze washed over my bare upper body.

My mind was a storm of confused thoughts -- I did not understand the overpowering craving I had felt for the girl. The rage was always there...lurking within me, always near, waiting to emerge when called...or sometimes unbeckoned. I had lusted after women before, many times, taking what I wanted, as I had done with her. But this time, it was different...she was different.

I could make no sense of these thoughts, and so I forced my attention to other matters. I would need to hunt this morning if we were to eat today...we? If I were to eat today...

I must be sure she did not escape, binding her or taking her with me. But yet, would she even try to escape? She'd had the opportunity before but had not taken it. Another thing I did not understand...

I turned and strode back towards the long-house, still undecided on what to do with the girl. Bending low, I stepped through the doorway and suddenly froze as I saw her...curled up on the floor of the long-house, her naked body partially covered by the sleeping furs, unaware of my presence.

Her eyes were closed but yet she did not sleep ... her eyelids fluttering, her breathing rapid, and her hands... her hands, covered by the furs, were buried between her legs, in continual, subtle motion.

"What is this you do!?" I thundered.
 
Hanna

"What is this you do!?"
The tall man's thundering voice made me jump into a sitting position, clutching the furs to my breasts.
"I...I.." I stammered for a moment, then simply closed my mouth in fear. I did not acknowlege his ownership of me and so I did not think...He strode forward and ripped the fur from my grasp and stared down at my naked body.

Finally, I found my voice. "I sought pleasure," I said simply. "Pleasure you seem unwilling to give me." I closed my eyes and waited his wrath.
 
Bjarn

I felt my anger surge at her words, instinctively raising my arm to lash out at her for her accusing tone. Her eyes were closed, awaiting the results of my displeasure, but yet she did not tremble in fear, but sat tall and proud, resigned to her fate.

I did not strike her. Instead, I felt the brief rush of anger replaced first by confusion, and then by something else...curiosity...

"Pleasure?" I questioned, my voice low and unfamiliar to my ears.

She cautiously opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Yes." was all she answered, before turning her head away.

I stared at her for what seemed like an eternity, looking her up and down, drinking in the naked curves of her young body, before finally I spoke.

"Show me..."
 
Hanna

"Show me..."

His request seemed simple enough, if I knew what I was doing. But I didn't, and said so.
"I have no knowledge to give you," I said haltingly.
"Show me," he repeated, coming to squat near me, staring intently at me.
The intensity of his gaze frightened me, so I lay back on the furs and let my hand settle again between my thighs. Slowly, my fingers dipped into my wetness and came again to that small button of pleasure. At first, I felt stilted and self-conscious, but the wonderful feelings sweeping over me made me forget I wasn't alone. I let my eyes close and let my fingers take over.
They settled into a rhythm, small circles then dipping down to my wet core, then more small circles. My other hand drifted to my breasts, where my hard nipples beckoned my touch.
My breath started to come in short gasps as I could feel the pressure building. An excited anticipation swept over me. Suddenly, I realize that another hand was caressing my breast. I opened my eyes to find the tall man right at my side, still staring intently at me, but with a less frightening expression...and his hand on my breast.
 
Bjarn

I watched intently as the girl touched herself; gently probing and rubbing, curious as to that little circling motion she always returned to.

Her other hand strayed to her breasts, caressing herself, toying with her hard nipples. This brought her pleasure also? It would seem so, from the gasps and moans that escaped her lips.

I felt my manhood stirring again in my breeches, surprised that the sight of the girl pleasuring herself would entice me so. But it had; I could not look away...did not want to look away. If her touch could enflame her so, then could not mine also?

I moved closer, squating beside her, and reached out my hand to her breast. I held and squeezed her soft flesh, feeling it flow in my hand, and as my fingers brushed over her stiff nipple her eyes suddenly opened, staring into mine. I said nothing, instead locking my gaze on hers, watching for her reaction, as I took her nipple between my fingers...
 
Hanna

My body seemed to have a mind of its own. Without direction from my conscious mind, my breast swelled into his grasp. My whole body turned until one thigh touched his leg. The hand which circled my pleasure center stopped its activity to grasp his arm.
His touch, unlike any other, both energized me and sapped me of strength. My eyes held his for long moments before fluttering shut as a moan escaped my lips.
 
Bjarn

Lust seemed to overcome the girl, as it was beginning to do to me. I rolled and pinched her nipple between my fingers, watching her reaction as she moaned and squirmed at my touch. She turned towards me, her leg pressed against mine, and her hand slide from between her thighs to grip my arm.

I paused, unsure for a moment, before once again my curiosity got the better of me. Still groping her breast, my other hand drifted beween her legs, running my fingers over her soft folds. My touch found moisture, and I moved my hand away. Rubbing my fingers together, feeling the slickness on my skin, I raised my hand to my nose, the scent unfamiliar yet oddly intoxicating.

My hand returned between her thighs, touching, rubbing and probing her moist outer lips. Her hand drifted down to mine, guiding my fingers higher until they reached where she had been touching herself, a small nub of flesh poking out from beneath its hood. Mimicking what I had seen her do earlier, I began rubbing my finger in a small circular motion...
 
Hanna

I gasped loudly when his fingers found my pleasure center. I could hardly lay still when he began to rub in small circles as I had done. My hand left his and wound its way around his body, trying to pull him closer to me. My mind knew no reason in its unrelenting desire to find the peak of this mountain of sensation.
Gasps, moans and small cries were all that broke the stillness around us....and his ragged breathing.
 
Bjarn

Her moans of pleasure were contagious, and I knew I must have her again. Her eyes opened with a look of alarm as I removed my hand from between her legs, but she laid back her head and closed them again as she saw me lowering my breeches and sliding in between her legs.

I met no resistance as I spread her milky thighs and brought my manhood to the entrance of her moist tunnel. She gasped as I entered her, burying the full length of my shaft in her slick sheath. I forced her legs up and back with my own, and leaning over her I began pistoning into her powerfully. My hot breath on her skin, I licked and bit at her neck and jaw as my hands grasped her breasts, roughly kneading and squeezing her soft yielding flesh, tweaking and pinching her prominent nipples.

My ears were filled with the heated sounds of her passion, her moans intensifying as I steadily increased my tempo, driving into her harder and faster with every stroke...
 
Hanna

I could not - did not want - to resist when the tall man knelt between my legs, his hard manhood at the ready. I did not cry out in pain when he entered me, but in pleasure. This time was different because I was ready. This time, his lips and teeth did not hurt me, but rather added to the pressure growing in the pit of my belly. His hands, too, kneading my breasts, added to that ache. I wanted more, and arched my hips to meet his. That seemed to surprise him and he momentarily stopped his thrusts to stare down at me in surprise.
But only for a moment did his surprise last. Quickly, he was thrusting harder and faster than before. His body completely dominating mine, making me cry out with moans and little mewls I scarcely recognized.
I felt the pressure growing to unbearable proportions when suddenly, it exploded. I was unprepared for the ecstacy that filled my being. I felt my sheath spasming around his manhood, even as I bathed him in my wetness. I cried out loudly, indeed a cry to rival his own customary roar of pleasure. He did not slow, but continued to take me spiraling ever higher...
 
Bjarn

Again and again I impaled her with my rigid manhood, my senses overcome with an unbridled lust fuelled by her cries of passion. Her moans built in intensity with each frantic thrusts as she arched her hips forward to meet me, until suddenly she gave out a piercing climatic cry and her whole body shuddered, clamping down on my embedded shaft as she writhed in pleasure.

The incredible constrictive sensations brought me hurtling towards the brink of ecstasy. As I sensed my impending release I repeatedly plunged my iron-hard cock into her with wild abandon, culminating in a thunderous roaring climax as I erupted deep within her, flooding her with my seed.
Finally spent, I slumped down over her and rolled to the side. For several minutes we both lay there, sweat soaked and panting, the shadow-filled long-house silent bar for our low ragged breathing.
 
Hanna

My mind was a whirlwind of sensation. The tall man lay slumped next to me, breathing hard. I wanted to speak, but did not know what to say.

Finally, I rolled onto my side and asked, "Why do you keep me?"
 
Bjarn

"Why do you keep me?"

Her question caught me by surprise, my willingness to respond more so. I turned to face her inquiring gaze, noting the absence of the fear I had once relished. I calmed my breathing before replying.

"You are weak," I said, matter-of-factly, "but yet you are also strong; stronger than I. You have courage in your heart and fire in your soul. I have not seen my homeland for many months, but you - your spirit - reminds me of my home."
 
Hanna

I looked intently at the tall man. He was honest with me. So many words spun in my brain that I could not form a question. I looked at him as he stared back at me. Finally, I reached out one hand and gently stroked his cheek. I feared he would jerk away or retaliate in some manner, but he did not. (OOC: I so want to say "Tell me of your homeworld..." but I will resist :)) Instead, he leaned toward me...
 
Bjarn

The soft touch of the girl's hand on my cheek brought an unexpected reaction - a sudden urge that I had not felt before.

Leaning forward hesitantly, my eyes locked on hers, I clumsily kissed her...
 
Hanna

His lips on mine were unexpected, but oddly, welcome. His hands were rough, but they held my face gently as he pulled me close to him.
I felt an odd tug in the pit of my stomach as I rolled closer to him.
 
Bjarn

All my life I had taken what I wanted by force. To feel her offer her lips to me freely and welcome my embrace was something foreign and unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. I brought her face to mine and, tentatively at first but growing in conviction, I kissed her deeply. The touch of her lips on mine was intoxicating, as if I were drunk but yet sober at the same time.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, it dawned on me suddenly that for the first time in a long, long time, the beast within me was silent...
 
Hanna

The tall man wrapped me in his arms and held me so tightly against him that I could barely breathe. I discovered that I did not care.
His hands slowly caressed my body, as if touching me for the first time. I took advantage of this and let my hands roam over his skin, feeling his scars, the prickly hair, his smooth places and his rough places.
Soon his lips left mine and licked a path down my neck...
 
Bjarn

Every touch of my hands on her body, and hers on mine, seemed like a new experience to me. The smoothness of her skin, the flowing curves of her body, her fingers gliding lightly over my back...all were things I had not truly experienced before. It was as if previously I had only touched, but had not felt...seen, but had not looked.

I hungrily licked my way down her slender neck to her shoulder, eagerly tasting her sweet skin with my lips, tongue and teeth. My hand squeezed one of her breasts, feeling the soft flesh yield pleasantly at my touch. I saw how hard her nipples had become, and began licking my way down from her neck, over her swelling breast, flicking my tongue over the skin around her stiff button. Curious, I licked her nipple and then sucked it into my mouth, savouring the feel of its firmness between my lips.

I continued sucking, drawing her stiff nipple further into my mouth, my teeth beginning to close around her prominent peak...
 
Hanna

Every touch was new. The tall man seemed to be exploring my body as though for the first time. Each time he found something new to kiss or nibble made me gasp in newfound pleasure.
His head dipped lower and he started to kiss along my breast. As pleasurable as each touch was, a thrill of fear rode alongside each delight. When his teeth settled around one hard nipple, I held my breath. When would the ravaging beast return?
 
Bjarn

As I took her hard nipple between my teeth, an unfamiliar thought entered my mind. Whereas before the feelings of the girl meant nothing to me - I would crave the look of fear in her eyes and the cries of pain from her lips - now I found myself curious as to which of my actions brought her pleasure. Watching her face intently, I bit down slowly on her nipple...
 
Hanna

A gasp escaped my lips as his teeth clamped down on my nipple. His powerful hands holding me while his lips and teeth sweetly ravaged my breasts combined to make me writhe in excitement.
Part of me wanted to run away from the powerful feelings he was drawing out of me. But another part of me, the part gasping for air as his mouth continues to explore my breasts, wanted nothing more than to stay with him.
I finally let my mind go blissfully blank and surrendered to him. My hands gripped his hair, pulling him close.
 
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