Viking Raid

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

She pulled me tight to her body, fingers entwined in my long hair, as I hungrily feasted on her young full breasts. My hand slide down over her stomach, caressing and kneeding the soft flesh of her inner thigh, when suddenly a thought struck me and I looked up at her face. Her eyes opened as she felt my mouth leave her breast, looking questioningly at me.

"Tell me your name?" I asked quietly.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

"Tell me your name?"

It was a request, not a command. My eyes softened meeting his. His hand was slowly driving me crazy, squeezing and teasing as it was on my thigh.

"My brothers called me Miss Temper," I said with a distant smile. "But my name is..." I hesitated a moment. Did I really want to give him the power of my name? Sighing, I finished, "Hanna. My hame is Hanna."


His smile was slow, but it touched his eyes as I had not seen one before. "Will you tell me yours?"

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

"Will you tell me yours?"

I could not remember the last time someone had asked me my name. Not for a very long time, that much I knew. I looked down, idly rubbing circles on her smooth inner thigh with a single finger.

"I am called Bjarngard by those few that would know me."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

"I am called Bjarngard by those few that would know me."

I sighed as he continued to draw lazy circles on my thigh. His touch was warm and gentle. I knew that the fierce Viking was gone. I smiled up at him and drew my hand to his face, stroking his bemused visage.
His face came closer. Just as his lips met mine with the barest of touches, my stomach grumbled. I started giggling, and Bjarngard soon joined me.

"Perhaps we should see about feeding a hunger other than our lusts," he said in a low rumble.

We got to our feet and I raised my bloodstained dress in front of me. "Perhaps I should wash this before I try to wear it again. Any beast you try to hunt would surely smell me first," I said. "That is, if you were to take me with you. I could stay behind and wash this dress..."

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

The girl's...no, Hanna's laughter was contagious, and I could not help but join her. It had been a long time since I had truly laughed, with someone rather than at someone.

I retrieved my thick leather breeches and pulled them on, before looking at the blood stained dress she held up. Thinking for a moment, I turned and picked up my discared tunic. I offered her the long wool garment.

"You may wear this if you wish. I will wait while you wash, and then you will come with me."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

The gruff sound in his voice was at odds with the strangely tender look in his eyes. I accepted the proffered tunic and slipped it over my naked body. He was so much larger than I that his tunic was nearly as long on my as my dress. But not quite. The bottom him fell to the middle of my thigh and rode up embarassingly when I bent over to pick up my bloodied dress. I felt his eyes on me.

We walked silently to the river where I plunged the dress in and began scrubbing it against the rocks. I was getting rather wet, so I took advantage of Bjarngard's nearness and tossed water on him as well. He didn't laugh, just moved away from where I knelt in the shallows.

I sighed. In truth, I wasn't surprised by his reaction. Finally, I finished my task, as best I could, and we walked back to the long house where I laid my dress over a large rock to dry. When I turned around to go with him to hunt, he was looking down at me strangely. I smiled nervously only to find myself grabbed roughly. His lips slammed down onto mine and he kissed me. It was hard, but strangely arousing, so much so that I was somewhat dazed when he set me back down and turned to walk toward the woods.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

I was confused, my mind filled with thoughts I did not understand. She splashed me as if we were children playing, yet mere days ago she hated and feared me. I took her and she belonged to me, and yet part of me no longer wished to simply own her, nor to control her by force. Did this not make me weak?

I grabbed her and kissed her roughly, overwhelmed by the sudden urge to exert my dominance over her. She whimpered slightly, but whether in pleasure or fear I could not tell. I broke the kiss and turned away, my actions having done nothing to resolve the conflict in my mind.

Picking up my spear from against a nearby rock, I strode off towards the woods, shortening my stride to allow Hanna to keep up. We walked in silence for a while, as I searched the ground for any signs of nearby game. Eventually I spotted a set of deer tracks, less than an hour old. As we began following the trail, I suddenly turned to Hanna.

"Tell me about your home."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

"Tell me about your home."

I thought for a moment, walking fast to keep up with him...even though I could tell he was slowing his pace for me.
"It's probably much like anyone's," I said finally. "I live in a small round house with my father and what siblings have not married. In my village are my father's brothers and sisters and one of my mothers's sisters. We tend the ground and the animals."

I laughed at a momentary thought. I was always trying to get out of the cooking so I could tend the sheep. I loved to be alone out in the fields to daydream.
"My father is a good man, as are my brothers," I said. "When they discover I am missing, they will search for me." That thought sobered me, and I turned my face from Bjarngard. My feelings for him were confusing to me. How did I explain, even to myself, how I could desire to be in the company of someone who had hurt me so? How could I desire to stay with someone who would never let me into his heart.
Rather than give voice to my confusion, I turned to face him again and said, in a slightly trembling voice, "You must be a mighty warrior to carry so many scars." He stopped, a questioning look on his face. I reached up to trace the ragged scar over his heart and he jumped as if my touch were fire. "How is it you didn't die from this one?"

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

"How is it you didn't die from this one?"

I jumped with a start as she ran her fingers along the bear claw scars over my heart, her surprise touch sending a spark through my body.

"It was not my time to die," I stated, with a shrug. She left her small hand on my heart, looking up at me with questioning eyes. Not for the first time in her presence, I found myself needing ... wanting to speak to her of my past.

"There was once a savage beast, a great bear that terrorized the village near my home. It killed women and children that were caught away from the village, and slew lone hunters who went to claim its hide. There was much glory for the man that slayed the beast, and the warriors of the village all craved the honor. But it was I that tracked the monster to its lair."

I paused, faintly noticing the excited tone in my voice. It had been a long time since I had told a tale of battle. Too long.

"It knew I did not fear it, I could tell in its eyes. It came at me with claws flashing, and thought to claim my heart. I tried to keep it at bay, as I was trained, but I was a fool. I let it get too close to me, and almost paid with my life."

I gestured to the scars across my chest and continued, speaking more freely now that I had in a very long time.

"I did not make that mistake again. I kept my distance, goading and wounding it. Finally it charged for me; I braced my spear against the ground and impaled it through the heart."

I looked down at her, feeling my heart poundnig fiercly in my chest, the memories of my victory over the bear returning to my mind with crystal clarity.

"Such is the fate of all who think to conquer me..."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

I watched him as he spoke. His pride was as evident as the sun that shone in the sky. The way he spoke of the battle with the bear, I wondered...

"I feel certain that the beast who nearly claimed your life was the only creature to come even close to your heart." Where had the courage to say that come from?

His eyes fixed on me and seemed to drill into me with such heat. Finally, I drew my hand away from his chest and averted my eyes. That innocent touch had caused such a thundering in my own chest, I was afraid he could hear. I started to step away from him, but his hand roughly grabbed my arm and spun me around.

I could see a question in his eyes, but he seemed unable to form the words and finally turned away in the direction of the animal he was tracking.
Shaking, I took a step to follow, then stopped.
"I will not hurt you," I said, barely loud enough to be heard.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

"I will not hurt you."

I turned back at her words. Why would she say this, after all that I had done to her? I paused, simply staring at her for several seconds, seeing a warmth in her eyes that I was not used to.

"There is more to this tale. When the village discovered that the beast had been slain, they did not welcome me - instead they shunned me and tried to force me from their land. For although the bear was no more, now they feared the beast that dwells within me. So has it always been for those of my kind. The Sons of Odhinn are only wanted when there are battles to be won."

As my words trailed off, I turned back towards the animal tracks.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

I watched him. He stalked the animal quietly, but tenaciously. His steps were sure and he made his kill. There was no savage exhultation in his eyes. Only a dark emptiness that echoed an empty soul.

As we walked back to the longhouse, him with the deer over his shoulders, I remained silent and he did not see fit to speak either. I retrieved my dress without comment and ducked into the lodging to don it. When I returned, he was dressing the meat. His hands sure, his blade swift.

"Will you show me how to do that?" I asked, the suddenness of my voice startling Bjarngard into nearly slicing off his finger.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

"Argh!" I exclaimed as the knife's wicked blade bit deep into my finger. The cut was so sudden I failed to stifle my cry of pain. Blood started seeping heavily from the wound, and I gritted my teeth as I squeezed my finger tightly, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

"Let me see, please," she said, looking anxiously at my hand. She tried to take my hand in hers to examine the wound, but I pulled away instinctively, clutching it to my chest.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

My gasp of fear was as loud as his cry of pain. He resisted my effort to see his injury, holding his hand tightly to his chest.
"Let me see it, please," I repeated. "I won't hurt you and I may be able to help you."
Finally, he allowed me to examine his cut. It was neither very deep nor very long, just enough of both to be painful and bleed profusely. "If we stitch it up quickly, perhaps it won't scar," I said finally.
Apparently he heard urgency in my voice. I heard a strange rumbling and looked up to see him laughing. What began as a low rumbling soon grew into loud guffaws as he held pressure to stop the bleeding.
"What is so funny?" I demanded.
He couldn't speak, so he gestured to the many scars covering his body. When I realized what I had said, and the urgency with which I'd said it....rolling my eyes, I calmly tore a strip of cloth from the hem of my dress.
He finally stopped laughing and, staring down at me as I wrapped the bandage around his finger, said, "Know you I have never laughed like that?"
Holding is hand in mine, I reached up and placed one palm against his cheek. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

"Why are you sorry?" I asked, reaching up towards her hand against my cheek, wrapping my fingers around her slender wrist. I softened my stare and smiled slightly, as I said, "It is good to laugh with your heart sometimes, I think."

I looked silently at her for a moment, before turning my face towards her hand, held in mine. Leaning forward a little, I captured one of her fingers in my mouth, nibbling and sucking gently.

Finally letting her finger slip from between my lips, I released her wrist and turned my gaze back to her.

"You taste good," I said, unable to suppress a grin.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

"You taste good."

His lips wrapped around my finger, teasing me. My face flushed a hot red and I turned away from him trying to control my breathing.
I felt his hand on my shoulder. He exerted a little pressure to turn me around, but I scampered away. Several yards away, I stopped and turned around, a feisty glimmer in my eyes.
"Not unless you catch me!" I called out, laughing, as I ade a dash for the river.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

As I watched her flee playfully towards the river, I heard a voice inside me, telling me to stop this foolishness. This was no way for a warrior to act, this was the behaviour of a child.

But for the first time in my life, I did not listen. Instead I set off after her, slowing my pace so as not to catch her too quickly. She ran across the field towards the river, looking back in mock fear as I closed the distance.

As I finally caught her I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and lifted her up off the ground. She squealed as I spun her around in the air, laughing.

I finally slumped down into the grass, pulling her to the ground with me, cushioning her fall with my body. She twisted around in my loose grasp until she was facing me, he blue eyes glittering like gemstones and her smile lighting up her beautiful face. Feeling somehow more free and alive than I ever had before in my life, I smiled back.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

Bjarngard's hands on my hips, holding me above him, were firm. His long fingers reaching around to barely touch my rear.
My laughter died down, but the fire in my belly only heated up. I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. A rather forward move on my part; one that shocked me. His hand slid up to a spot between my shoulder blades to hold me against him for a longer moment, while his tongue snaked out to taste mine. I let my weight fall forward and settle against him, my breasts pressing against his chest. His hands slid around to my shoulders, gently tugging at the neck of my dress until it rode down my shoulders, freeing my breasts, but trapping my arms at my sides.
His lips captured one hardening nipple, drawing a sigh from me. I ground my hips onto his gently, and he took the suggestion. His lips remained on my nipples but his hands roamed down to my thighs and began sliding my dress up to my waist, then allowing it to settle over us. He then lifted me, setting me down further on his thighs so he could adjust his breeches, then lifted me and sat me down on his hard manhood.
I was prepared for his invasion by his kisses and he slid into my depths without resistance. He surely sensed my hesitation at this new position of loving.
"Ride me," he whispered. It took only a moment for me to find a pleasing rhythm.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

She rode my rigid manhood with increasing tempo as her confidence grew, enveloping my iron-hard shaft again and again with her slick heat. I met her gaze, our eyes both lit by the same passionate flame, and began thrusting upwards into her to match her movements.

Her fingers dug lightly into my chest, sending sparks coursing up and down my spine. My hands found her exposed breasts, my grasp filled with her soft yielding flesh, feeling her stiff nipples pressing against my palms. Our moans of pleasure increased in union as our joining became more frantic, driving each other closer and closer to ecstatic release.

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

I lost myself in our union. I heard vague animal-like sounds, but didn't realize they were comming from me. As Bjarngard slammed into me, that amazing feeling of pleasure grew and grew until it burst on me in waves of white heat.

I rode it down, until I collapsed on his chest, breathing hard.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

Her cries of pleasure lit the final fire within me, and with a loud groan of release, I filled her with my seed. I lay spent on the ground, breathing heavily, as she collapsed exhaustedly upon me. I held her tight, feeling her heart pounding against my chest, matching mine. Closing my eyes, I savoured the heat of her body, lightly stroking her long fiery hair as she lay her head on my chest, sighing contentedly.

We lay there for several minutes before suddenly my eyes shot open, senses instantly alert. My body tensed as I saw figures approaching -- four...no, five men on foot, armed and heading our way.

Hanna squealed in surprise as I lifted her off me to one side and quickly got to my feet, pulling my britches up. She stood up beside me, hurriedly pulling up her dress to cover her breasts as she too saw the five men. I pushed her behind me protectively as I looked around, my mind racing.

My weapons were of no use, lying discarded outside the long house, too far away. Behind us, the river cut off any possible route of escape.

My heart began to beat faster once again, as I intently watched the men approaching. They had the look of locals, althought they seemed more than petty bandits, judging by their dress. Two of them carried swords, and judging by the similarity of their features, it appeared the two were brothers. The other three carried spears, and appeared to be following the instructions of the brothers.

They headed directly for us, spreading out as they got closer. My breathing started to pick up pace, and I flexed my fingers tensly. Suddenly, one of them called out.

"Hanna!"

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

I was lying peacefully on Bjarngard's chest when suddenly he jumped up like someone had held a fire to his backside. He was putting his clothing to rights, so I did the same, looking around to see what the problem was.
At almost the same instant, Bjarngard shoved me behind him and I heard a voice call out my name.
"Hanna!"

"Oh gods!!" I said, my voice quivering with fear.
I tugged on his arm, trying to gain his attention, but his eyes and whole being were riveted on the men comming toward us. I tried to come out from behind him, but he held fast to my arm and I couldn't move.

"Bjarngard!" I finally said loudly. "They are my brothers."

My oldest brother, the one who fancies himself my keeper and I his servent, called out, "We have come for our sister, northman! If you have harmed her, you will die."

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

"They are my brothers."

I glanced back briefly in surprise at Hanna's words, before one of the men called out again.

"We have come for our sister, northman! If you have harmed her, you will die."

I did not fear death, yet the thought of losing Hanna suddenly filled me with an odd sense of dread. I would not let it happen.

"You cannot have her, she is mine now," I stated simply, my voice laced with threat.

The five men spread out further, moving to surround us. Hanna's two brothers stayed in front of me, which the other three slowly encircled us. The elder brother spoke again.

"I will not warn you again, barbarian. Let her go, or we will kill you."

The men hesistated as I gave no ground, instead stepping forward a little. I could feel my blood starting to boil as it pumped through my veins, heating my skin. I clenched and unclenched my fists, feeling the sweat gathering in my palms. There were five of them and I was only one, but I had an ally within me they knew nothing of. They would find out soon enough, though. I grinned, baring my teeth in a feral snarl, and called them on with a motion of my hand.

"Hurry to death," I said mockingly, "lest your place be taken."

 

[Countess DeWinter]

Hanna

"I will not warn you again, barbarian. Let her go, or we will kill you."


My whole body tensed. I tried to speak, but fear froze my voice in my throat. Bjarngard shoved me behind him and stepped forward with a frightening look. I had seen the damage he'd done once before. Then, it had been strangers who were bent on hurting me. Now, it was my brothers who only wanted to help me.

I started to rush forward to stop Bjarngard when strong hands pulled me back. The men with my brothers would not listen to me and I struggled to get out of their grasp.

"Please, no!!" I shouted, but neither heard me.

 

[Friendly Dragon]

Bjarn

I felt a familiar chill run through my body, at odds with the fire that raged in my mind. I advanced towards Hanna's brothers, but they did not move to meet me, instead brandishing their swords warily. I turned to watch the other armed men, and saw two of them struggling to restrain Hanna. My anger flared as I watched her struggle in their grasp.

Turning away from her brothers, I charged at the two men holding her. I caught the first off guard before he could ready his spear, clubbing him in the face with my forearm and sending him sprawling to the floor. The second man released her, hastily raising his spear to defend himself, but he was too slow and I bore him to the ground. He raised his arms over his face protectively as I rained blows down on him. I pummelled him again and again, until I suddenly heard a scream from behind me and Hanna calling my name.

I turned just in time to see another of the men rushing at me, spear extended, aimed directly between my shoulder blades. I twisted out of the way at the last second, grimacing in pain as the spear point cut into my arm, slicing a shallow wound from my elbow to my shoulder. My arm felt like it was on fire, and my heart pounded faster and faster, like thunder to my ears.

I gripped the spear with one hand, my superior strength enough to stop my assailant from attempting a second strike. I lashed out with my fist, and as he staggered back from the blow I yanked the spear from his grasp, smashing the wooden butt into his face, causing crimson to flow from his nose. He fell to the ground clutching his face, the scent of his blood and my own reaching my heightening senses, fuelling the rage that was building inside me.

I turned to Hanna, seeing the fear in her eyes. Through gritted teeth and in an almost bestial snarl, I managed to force out a single word, my final action before I became one with the beast...

"Run..."