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CONTENTS Published by Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid: Dedication Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue ABOUT THE AUTHOR For your reading pleasure, we invite you to visit our web bookstore ****

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**** Viking Warriors Book 2: Valhalla Wolf **** by **** Constantine De Bohon **** WHISKEY CREEK PRESS www.whiskeycreekpress.com ****

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Published by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS Whiskey Creek Press PO Box 51052 Casper, WY 82605-1052 www.whiskeycreekpress.com **** Copyright (C) 2011 by Constantine De Bohon Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 (five) years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. **** ISBN 978-1-61160-147-3 Credits Cover Artist: Gemini Judson Editor: Melanie Billings Printed in the United States of America **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Other Books by Author Available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid: www.whiskeycreekpresstorrid.com **** Viking Warriors Book 1: Valhalla Hott [Back to Table of Contents]

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Dedication For the love of my life. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Prologue She looked every inch the Viking warrior princess. Vicki gazed at herself, front and back, in the full-length mirror. Her hair was silky black with flowing ringlets to her mid-back, full and thick. Vicki had been told her hair was her most stunning feature, unfortunately that was the only quality she felt she possessed. She had struggled with this part of her costume— her hair. Her friends insisted she should dye her hair blond, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Secretly she had a foreboding feeling she might end up looking like Miss Piggy— charming. A giant Viking warrior Muppet! Just what the world needed. Instead, Vicki had dyed one long streak near her bangs a stunning golden color. Her bright blue eyes gazed back at herself critically. She scowled at her reflection. In olden days she would have been considered voluptuous, which, in her opinion, was just a kind word for 'fat'. The fake fur she wore did nothing but emphasize her somewhat chunky ass. Her thighs were white as the snow—well what did you expect for October? And there was no way she would be caught in a bathing suit in the summer. She frowned, thinking her boobs looked fuzzy. Courtesy of her fake rabbit, bra-like top. She put her bare arms in the air and shook them; thank God they didn't wave back. Gravity was still on her side, at least for the most part. She stood a good five foot nine in the leather, knee-high moccasins she had made and knew she would still feel huge when she stood near all of her petite thin friends. Especially 9

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Trisha, a good friend all her life, but Vicki battled jealousy towards her ever since they turned thirteen. Trisha was like a doll, five feet, maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet and fully clothed. Her stunning hair was a white-blond. The ultimate green-eyed beauty. And so popular. To make matters worse she was incredibly sweet and generous. It was impossible not to love her. Just once Vicki wanted to be the petite one, the pretty one, the popular one. It would be wonderful to be the girl all the guys wanted to be around and pant after. "Well that ain't happening!" she said aloud and sighed. Vicki leaned over to pick up the sword from her bed. She tested the weight. It felt so right in her hands. She loved this battered old Viking sword. It was an ancient family heirloom passed down from generation to generation. Welded together in certain places, mixing old with new. Vicki didn't really believe it was authentic, though her father swore it was. She was nevertheless fascinated with the story that came with it. It had been crafted by one great warrior and given to another. The warrior who owned the weapon was a legend of a man who had tamed a she-wolf to be his mate in the ninth century. A creature of deep sexual desire and need. A Viking who matched her animalistic wants equally. The pair had been destined for each other. Vicki loved the story that had been spoonfed to her over the years, a part of her ancient history. A great Viking warrior had overcome his fears and risen from adversity to quash his opponents and claim his mate from near disaster and certain death. She hefted the sword feeling thoughtful. True story or 10

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not she envied the woman her broad, stunning man, wishing she could find a warrior. She had fantasized so often about a strong-willed man who would fulfill her every yearning. The men on campus at school didn't interest her. Having grown up with images of huge powerful men had left the boys she dated lacking. None of them ever measured up. Vicki was beginning to wonder if any ever would. Vicki went to bed dreaming of warriors wielding massive swords. Warriors with bulging muscles and skills that would tantalize in bed as well as out of it. She fantasized about heated romps on soft mounds of furs. Her imagery was so vivid she could almost taste and smell the smoke from a crackling hearth as her lover fulfilled her every desire. She would wake with her heart pounding in her breast, covered in sweat and her legs trembling. She yearned for something. Each time her phantom lover came, the feelings grew stronger, until she thought she would go crazy. When her father had taught her to duel she had mistakenly thought a few guys would get a kick out of her skill. Especially the ones where she practiced. They didn't. Most brushed her off. On reflection, she surmised that perhaps a woman skillfully slinging a sharp object might be less than attractive. More so to the men whom she bested. What she wouldn't give to meet a man who could not only admire her skill, but test her limits. A man who wasn't afraid of a little competition. Except in the bedroom. Though inexperienced, she already knew the man for her had to be a tiger in bed. He would have to be to match up to the mental 11

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image in her mind of her hero. She wanted nothing short of a man who could tame a she-wolf. "Well that ain't happening either," she said aloud. "Well, Vicki, you can either stand here not admiring yourself, or, go to the frat party, have a few drinks and have a good time." Vicki slipped the sword into a long sheath and slung it over her shoulder. She cocked her head to the side, gave herself one last critical look, shrugged and left her room. Her parents were watching TV in the living room and she paused to say goodnight. "Don't lose that sword!" her dad managed to yell after her as she left. "I'll hold it like an extension of myself," she promised and rolled her eyes. Vicki shivered when she walked onto the sidewalk. She pulled her fake fur cloak tightly around her shoulders. It was a dark night. Every other light on the street was out, but a full moon shone high in the sky. The evening was sprinkled with thousands of stars. It was nearing nine o'clock and almost all the little trick-or-treaters were home with a sugar high about this time. Vicki walked into the forest near her home. She took a shortcut to the party being held at a friend's house. She didn't walk the well-traveled path for long before remembering she had forgotten her camera. "Damn," she swore aloud. Trisha had begged her to bring it; she said she had a special surprise for her. Should she go back for it? Taking a deep breath and grumbling with annoyance she thought yes, she had better go and get it; Trisha's surprises were always over the top. She 12

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turned and frowned at the heavy fog that had crept up behind her like some type of seedy character. "Where the hell did this come from?" she muttered. Vicki walked slowly as the mist swirled in heavier. Before long it was impossible to see in the direction before her and she lost the trail she had been on. She turned, thinking it best to just forget the camera and try and make it to the party. But turning did no good. The thick vapors hung and twirled in the air all around her and she choked on the enveloping dampness. The rolling billows slipped around her body. Vapors slid into her nose and she puffed and coughed. Cool mist caressed her back where her sword hung. The fog was everywhere at once. Even the full moon became elusive. Her feet tripped on the slick roots and wet leaves beneath her. Her hands clutched at the many gnarled trees that looked like something out of a Grimm's fairytale. She never remembered these woods looking so spooky. She shivered with the thought. It was Halloween after all; what was in the mist, Ichabod Crane? The headless horseman? The tooth fairy? The moment the thought OF vampires and werewolves popped into her head she broke out in a cold sweat. Vicki gave herself a shake and scowled at her thoughts. She was a strong woman; she had nothing to be afraid of. Peering intently before her she spotted what appeared to be an opening in the fog and with relief she walked towards it. She stumbled through to the clearing and breathed a sigh of grateful air when she noticed she wasn't alone; a form was a small distance away. She thought it must be someone else 13

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taking a shortcut to the party. The form grew larger as it approached until it became a huge shadow moving towards her from the mist in the opposite direction. She tensed in apprehension, none of her and Trisha's friends were this large. Goose bumps dotted her arms and the hairs tingled at the nape of her neck. Without thinking, her sword found its way into both her unsteady hands. She waved it back and forth, wanting whoever this was to understand she meant business. When the mist cleared, Vicki's mouth dropped open. A mountain of a man stood before her. She was amazed. The huge brute had to be at least six foot four or maybe even taller. He was solid muscle, bare-chested and had tree trunksized arms for limbs. For the first time in many years Vicki felt dainty. She also felt afraid. The man held his own massive sword and it was pointed in her direction, the silver tip gleamed ominously. The scowl he wore on his face made her want to run shrieking in terror. "You are mine, Valkyrie," he declared in a deep triumphant voice. He then threw back his head and howled a blood-curdling sound to the now semi-visible half-shielded moon. Terrified, Vicki screamed. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 1 "If you want to try and frighten me, you had best use another battle cry," the man stated, his position relaxed and he suddenly burst out laughing. Vicki's arms and legs were dotted with fresh goose bumps. The fine hairs on the back of her neck that had tingled were now standing at attention like soldiers. The man before her was grinning and Vicki grew angry. "Very funny," she snapped. "How do you expect to best me with that wee little sword?" he said, his amusement obviously growing. "Did Trisha put you up to this?" she demanded. She was furious as hell with her friend's joke. The creep before her had actually scared her. The guy in front of her was obviously the 'something special' her friend had cooked up. There was a door prize for the best costumed couple. The man was dressed in fur and leather hide and looked every inch a powerhouse Viking warrior, no doubt to match her costume. He had black as night shoulder-length hair and was beyond gorgeous. No doubt he was her date for the evening. Trisha was always saying she needed to get laid by a delicious, huge, hunky barbarian type, who would make her feel all womanly. "I know of no Trisha," he replied. "You will come with me, now." His voice was rough and deep, a commanding, and very dominating and Vicki had to admit he played his character 15

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well. She wondered if he was an actor Trisha had paid. Trisha certainly had the money, so it was a feasible assumption. Vicki relaxed knowing she was in no danger. "All right, funny man, how do we get out of here?" she asked and peered through the mist that seemed to be flanking them. "You yield then?" he asked. Vicki centered her direct gaze back onto him. She stood there shivering with cold and very much in need of a drink after almost having the wits scared out of her. "Yes, fine, I yield. But only if you have something for me to drink." She haughtily eyed the bulging primitive leather. It was a good touch to his costume. "I will not bargain with a captive." "Captive? I don't know what you have in mind, but I'm guessing Trisha didn't pay you that much. Buddy, you need to get out more." "I am not Buddy, my name is Ulfr." "Well, Wolf, I'm Vicki Valhalla, as you must know." He frowned. "Little Valkyrie from Valhalla, do you or do you not yield?" he demanded. Little. She frowned back. Vicki hadn't been called 'little' in ages. She wondered for a second if he was teasing her. She wondered if Trisha had said something. But she supposed compared to this walking mountain she was in fact small. What an interesting concept. Her sword rose. He wants to role-play, does he? Fine! "Hand over the flask or die, weak barbarian male." 16

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The man's sword lifted to meet hers immediately. "You should rethink this," he cautioned. "Why?" she said saucily. "I'm a Valkyrie from Valhalla, after all, you puny warrior. Feel my wrath." She laughed when her sword clashed with his and he stumbled back a small step in surprise. "This is not supposed to happen," he declared, looking genuinely concerned. "Oh relax, I'm not really going to hurt you," she chided with some disgust. Why are all the biggest men the biggest sucks? Her sword again struck his playfully. She moved forward as he continued to retreat. The look on his face was priceless. This is fun. Maybe Trisha knew what she needed after all. He parlayed each of her hits. He wasn't bad. She was by no means an expert swordswoman, but she could hold her own in duels. Her father had taught her. She laughed, thinking all her other friends took ballet, while she went dueling with Daddy. But she hadn't minded. It was part of her Viking heritage after all and something she was proud of. The man before her was very good. She could tell each rise and fall of his huge blade was only in defense of himself, since he had yet to return any hit. He really was a good actor. He seemed to be studying her. "You should not have taken up arms against me. When I win this fight you will give yourself to me willingly and come back as my captive. Yield to me now and I will go easier on you," he said. 17

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His deep voice made her smile with his hint of a threat. She might actually let this guy have her he was so damned hot and sexy. "If you want me you're gonna have to take me," she taunted and waved her sword in his face. He looked at her grimly. "So be it, little Valkyrie. One warning was enough," he said. He then yelled that bloodcurdling howl of his again. Vicki winced at the roar he made and shivered. She actually felt hot between her legs; this was such a turn-on. This was the most Halloween fun she had ever had. She smiled widely as the gorgeous hunk flexed his awesome muscles...until he came at her like a madman. His blade swung down and hit hers with a force that almost knocked her weapon from her hands. The blow rocked her to her toes and she yelped in surprised pain. Before she could recover he struck again, then again. It took every ounce of her strength not to fall to the ground. She was moved backwards deeper into the mist with each thrust, each clash of their blades. She stumbled over vegetation and began gasping for air. She was now the one defending herself against his heated brutal strikes. Both of her hands holding the sword shook in agony. Her arms began feeling like spaghetti noodles. She was growing weaker at a steady rate. She parlayed a thrust that almost went through her. This had gone far enough. "Stop!" she screamed. But he didn't. His heavy blade rose high above his head and thinking he had gone insane...Vicki turned and ran for all 18

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she was worth through the dense fog. Her sword was clutched tightly in her hand as she ran. She could hear him gaining on her; the foliage behind her was ripped and slaughtered as he cleared himself an easier path. She was certain he was going to kill her; soon it would be she who was shredded like the plant life and doomed. Tears began to fall from her eyes in a steady stream. A terrible thought filled her with panic, Trisha hadn't sent this man, he was like some Viking turned Nightmare on Elm Street. Or a deranged—furry-pantswearing—version of Jason or Saw. Horrible images of being slaughtered and then eaten like Hannibal's victims had her feet moving faster than she had ever moved in her life. Farther into the mist she ran, dodging rocks, jumping stumps and fallen trees. Her entire body was beaded in sweat from her exertion. Strangely, she suddenly began to get cold. She felt an odd surge of power from the sword, making her hand tingle. When she looked down on it, the weapon had an eerie glow for just a few moments, then the light ceased. The farther she went the colder she became until suddenly she was out of the dense fog. She stopped, her lungs were gasping for air. She looked all around her for an easier escape route. The tall trees were massive in the stunning, clear, full moonlight. The foliage was thicker and fuller than the sparsely dotted forest she was used to. The air smelled cleaner than after a rain shower. Vicki had no idea where she was or which direction to flee in. Nothing was familiar and she spun about to face the man. Her sword was held tightly before her. When he came 19

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barreling through the mist he stopped and studied her for a moment. She knew she must look a pathetic sight. She was sobbing hysterically; her tears were streaming down her face. Her hands shook, one splayed in supplication before her. "Don't" she begged. One shaking hand lifted to wipe at her eyes, her vision obscured from crying. Her knees clicked together as he came closer. Again she pleaded with the huge man, feeling tired and so tiny and vulnerable. Her words sounded pitiful to her own ears as she cried harder. He said something she didn't understand and indicated the sword. She shook violently and could feel her nipples harden and she was mortified when she looked down at herself. She was nude! Oh my God where are my clothes? The man before her remained clothed. She was doubly vulnerable. His sword rose and his powerful muscles bulged. Vicki choked on a scream, he was going to kill her and she was too exhausted to fight anymore. She whimpered up at him—it was a strange sound she had never once heard emerge from her mouth. Her sword spiraled to the forest floor when she dropped it as she slowly sank to her knees and then side. Her head touched the forest floor gently as the giant brute before her stopped her rapid descent. Her eyes closed when his arms tightened around her and she fainted. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 2 Vicki was aware the man, Wolf—she thought his name was Wolf—was carrying her. To where, she had no clue. Each time her fearful eyes opened to look at him, he said something she didn't understand and she whimpered and buried her face within his neck. She hated this vulnerable, powerless feeling. Was this what Trisha had meant when she said guys could be spooky sometimes? Vicki hadn't understood her—not then. Trisha's boyfriend was only an inch taller than Vicki at five ten and his body was unimpressive. Then again Trisha was only five feet. Her boyfriend had ten inches in height on her and possibly sixty pounds. Perhaps being petite and weak wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Wolf spoke again and Vicki saw a cave or cavern come into view. He took her to a pool of steaming water and set her at the side. Though the air was warmer in the cave, the rock was slightly cold and she shivered and shifted when a pebble pinched her behind. She watched, open-mouthed, as he removed his clothes. Her eyes grew wider as he stripped his wolf pants off. She was frozen to the spot. His huge hardened cock sprang free. Vicki blinked hard; she had never seen a more impressive man. He slipped into the water, making a large ripple then reached for her. She shied back but was unable to pull away in time. Wolf pulled her in with him, lifting her under her arms as though she was nothing but a feather. His strength alone made her apprehensive. She stood before him, 21

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fearfully, her bare breasts just above the heated water. His hands rose to cup each one, testing their weight. Vicki was big-breasted and he looked impressed. She was amazed his hands were so large they seemed to fit her perfectly. She wasn't certain what to do. Should she pull away? What if he hurt her? She began shaking and her throat made that disturbing whimpering sound again. She felt her teeth click together. His nose nuzzled her hair; she heard him breathe in her scent and he said something quietly. His rough voice gentled and she felt his palm cup her chin for a moment when he spoke a word that sounded strangely enough like an endearment. Whereas before, his once fury-filled eyes had now changed to being full of deep, longing desire. She again blinked in her confusion. Only moments earlier he had come after her with a sword. Now he lifted a handful of water to dribble it over her chest and between her breasts. The water warmed her as was no doubt his motive. What is going on? Was she perhaps mistaken? Maybe he really had been sent by Trisha after all and his playacting had gotten out of hand. He seemed to be taking genuine pains not to frighten her further. But why the sudden change in languages? Did people really get so caught up in character to play a part? She had heard some did. Whatever was happening was thankfully lessening her fear—at least of her imminent demise. "What do you want?" she whispered, her teeth clicked together. In response Wolf's hands rubbed warmth into her neck and shoulders. His long fingers ran through her hair and he smiled at her looking pleased. He tugged at her blond streak with 22

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curious interest. Her breathing grew rapid. No one had ever touched her like this. He again fondled her. He squeezed and rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped past her lips. Again he was talking to her in a strange tongue. His deep voice was nonthreatening and she wondered again at his change in attitude. Was it because she had thrown down her sword and surrendered? Was that part of the playacting, her submission? Trisha had always told her she was a control freak and needed to just once let down her guard. Vicki had argued back that no one was impressive enough to do that with. But this man is. The thought made her swallow hard. "Please talk to me," she begged. His lips were at her ear and she could hear what sounded like individual words rolling off his tongue. It took her a few moments before she realized she recognized some of his language. Her great-grandmother had taught her a few foreign words from long ago. He was speaking Old Norse. Her eyes widened in stunned surprise. He must be an actor. Trisha knew of her heritage and the stories she had been told. Trisha knew all of her secrets—even the naughty ones. They shared everything with each other. No doubt all of this was meant for her—her surprise. Trisha was giving her a chance to play out her fantasy. That must be why the language change. It was the only thing that made sense. Vicki caught a few of the words he was saying. Beautiful. Sweet. Hot. He called her his little Valkyrie. From his gentle tone she realized he did in fact no longer want to flay her 23

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alive—but to screw her! She pushed at his large hands with her uncertainty. "Now wait a minute," she demanded. He put his hands back on her and continued his discoveries. Vicki yelped when his fingers dipped below the water and spread her thighs. She struggled, but he held her still. She gasped when a huge finger reached its way up inside her. He grunted and his eyes widened and he looked at her with some surprise. She was a virgin and she could tell he knew. Her face flamed with warmth and she knew she was blushing. Hadn't Trisha told him? From his amazed look she doubted it. Vicki had seen nude men before. One time she had come close to allowing another to make love to her. But when his clothes came off, he had seemed so utterly unimpressive Vicki changed her mind. Again it was impossible to want a man who just never measured up to the mental image in her mind of her hero phantom lover. In her heart, she had always known only a massive Viking warrior would do. She held her breath wondering if Wolf would stop. She was wondering if she wanted him to stop. Her hand settled over his wrist, again undecided. It became apparent immediately he was undeterred. He kept moving his finger deeper, very carefully and coaxingly. He spoke to her as one would a skittish filly. His hand stroked her cheek in a loving gesture. She stared into his eyes and she felt frozen to the spot. Dark brown pools of liquid desire gazed back. She released his wrist and splayed her hands against his chest. His look was gentle, yet commanding. His 24

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hot breath caressed the words he soothed over her face and she felt strangely quieted. He pinned her back against the pool wall with gentle force. For the most part the side of the pool was smooth. She was literally trapped between a rock and a hard place. She groaned as another finger slipped inside her to explore with exquisite caution. His thumb stroked back and forth over her nub. Vicki's mouth opened wide to expel little puffs of air. When his mouth covered hers she moaned. His tongue invaded her; his hand gripped the back of her neck. She could barely breathe. Their tongues rolled and danced together. He felt so warm and soft. Her shy whimpers were answered with his encouraging groans and animalistic grunts. Oddly enough this was a language she felt she should know. Her hips began to move of their own accord against his invading fingers and she allowed his hand to stay where it was. His fingers stopped exploring and he reached up to grip one of her hands. He pulled it low in the water and her fingers were suddenly tracing the outline of his huge cock. He closed her hand around him and she tested its thickness. She shivered and he pulled her closer. That massive thing was about to be inside her, she just knew it. She gripped him harder, feeling a bit overwhelmed at his size, then ran her hand down the long hardened length of him. His penis seemed to go on forever. He was magnificent. This is what a Viking warrior would feel like. Her thighs felt like jelly. He nipped and licked at her cheek, her jaw and her neck, until she was panting harder. His face was then only inches from her own. She swallowed hard. He 25

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was so gorgeous. Shallow puffs of his heated breath bathed her face. The intense look he wore was unnerving. There was a question in his eyes. His fingers still slid carefully, coaxingly inside her. Her hips continued to rock against them. No, she wasn't going anywhere. Admittedly, the fight, the fear and now this were arousing her. She moaned and a blush crept up her neck and cheeks from her building desire. She heard a low chuckle in his voice. He sounded so sexy. She felt an ache inside, and he was so handsome when he was being sweet and wasn't scaring the crap out of her. When he moved forward she felt his cock push against her opening. She wasn't certain what to expect, but he was so intoxicating. Her legs spread wider, wanting him. Her fantasy man had become a reality and damned if she was going to miss out on what was probably her only opportunity at coming close to her dreams. His penis pushed up inside her, probing. He kissed her forehead, whispered calming words, gripped her tightly to him and then he thrust deep within her. Vicki screamed and then gasped for air. He was as huge as he felt! Her insides closed around him and her vaginal walls tightened. He held her still in his powerful arms; he removed himself, almost completely, and thrust again. She screamed for a second time. Oh God. He thrust slowly again and again until his cock glided its way into her heat. When her insides stopped resisting him he moved faster and harder. His powerful movements lifted her off her feet. She moaned and puffed harried amounts of air. 26

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Her head slumped forwards onto his rock-hard chest. Her fingers dug into his back and shoulders. Soon the pain was a dull ache that began to build into something more. He pulled her away from the wall and she cried out when his finger slid into her ass. She groaned as both his cock and finger pumped within her pussy and behind. She cried out again and then once more until his mouth covered hers. He silenced her whimpers. And when she felt the feeling inside her climax she knew when she came. She had read about it, but actually experiencing an orgasm was amazing and nothing she could describe. He then tossed his head back and roared as he had in the clearing, making her shake and she knew he had come as well. His large hands stroked her back and behind and when he tilted her head to look at him he was grinning. She smiled shyly back up at him. He said something she didn't understand and she shook her head in confusion. His cock slipped from within her and he pulled his massive form out of the water and told her with hand motions to stay. When he returned seconds later he jumped back into the pool making the water slosh up over the sides holding the flask she had wanted. He tipped it up to her lips and she downed a few huge gulps thirstily, feeling beyond parched. It was fermented and she could already feel the effects by the time the contents hit her belly. She never ate lunch and had forgone with dinner, knowing there would be a ton of snacks at the party to indulge in. What did it matter anyway? He had already taken her virginity, there wasn't much left he could do, right? 27

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"Wolf?" she asked. He said something like Ulfr and she wondered if she were pronouncing his name wrong. Each time she tried it came out sounding like wolf until he just shrugged and laughed. The pronunciation was too difficult for her, but she realized his name was in fact Ulfr. She smiled a bit shyly when he said her name. It rolled off his tongue with an accent in the most beautiful of ways. Ulfr lifted her chin in his hand and gave her more to drink. She wasn't certain she wanted more but he said something, as though it were important. She guzzled more, then shook her head no when he offered her another drink. He nodded and turned her in his arms. His hands felt so good on her back and shoulders. He worked the kinks away with strong soothing fingers. He kissed at her neck, his tongue trailed its way down her flesh and it felt so wonderful and inviting. She felt her eagerness grow. With her eyes half-closed she watched as his fingers dipped into another hide pouch. When he removed them, a type of whitish jelly substance covered them and she guessed it to be a type of lubricant. She chuckled, thinking it was a bit late for that, but she was tender and it might be for the best if he wanted her again so soon. He spread her legs farther apart and she felt him fumbling behind her. No doubt he was laving gel on his huge cock. She felt her insides heat up when he pressed against her, her thighs quivered. His hand rubbed at her bottom. He asked something that sounded like a question and she nodded. Yes she did want him again; she couldn't wait to feel him thrust up inside her. Her first time 28

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had been fantastic; she bet the second time would be even better. His hand slid over her mouth, covering it, and she felt her heart quicken in naughty anticipation. She felt wicked, thinking this was something she had dreamed of, fantasized about. Being forcefully screwed by some hot massive warriortype guy in the middle of nowhere, where no one could hear her if she screamed—she would hate to be interrupted. She wiggled her ass at him in delight, wanting him. She felt herself begin to come with just the thought of him inside her. His huge arm slid around her waist locking her in place. He said soothing coaxing words that made her decide she was where she was supposed to be. It was so erotic to be taken like this. He spent time persuading her body. His experienced touch soon had her panting with desire. She pushed herself back into him in eager anticipation. His delicious cock was long and hard again. He kissed her shoulders and his arm and hand tightened on her waist and mouth; she melted into him, ready and hot. The full effects of the booze had worked its magic and she felt so horny. His cock, slick with gel, pushed and slid against her ass. She shifted a bit to give him better access to her pussy, thinking to aid him. His hand tightened further on her mouth and around her waist and she was locked in place. As if she wanted to be anywhere else at this moment. She leaned back into him. Then in one swift stroke, Vicki felt his foot-long cock plunge halfway up her ass. She gasped in surprise, her muffled groan came out puffing her cheeks. She had never expected this. He removed 29

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his cock and thrust again, more of his thick length found its way inside. She screamed, unable to help it. Her eyes were wide, wild, and it was hard to gasp in air through his hand. He bucked and thrust against her harder obviously intending to make every inch fit. She tensed and cried out, fighting him, but it was useless. She moaned and whimpered and sobbed, until she relaxed against him. She knew she had given him all the indications she wanted him again. She realized his question had been this and she had nodded in agreement. Her body grazed against the stone, and she was grateful for the arm around her waist, protecting her from the rocks. Her breasts swung back and forth with the force of his eagerness. Throughout most of her entire life Vicki had felt big. At this moment she felt dainty and vulnerable. She shivered with the feeling. The man behind her was rough but not being cruel or vicious. He was a powerful man; of course he would feel commanding. Maybe what she thought was forceful was just sheer strength. She slumped in his arms; she conceded and gave him complete control. Before long she grew used to the sensation as he slid in and out; the more she relaxed beneath him, the better it felt. He pounded within her harder for a few minutes before gentling his great thrusts. She closed her eyes and concentrated on what he was doing. It was so odd to be placed into a position of complete surrender. Yet she wasn't afraid, she felt protected—how odd. And she never realized it would feel so good. He removed his hand from her mouth and she gasped in great gulps of air. He let loose her wrists. He slipped his cock from her ass, and she felt a surge of disappointment, he 30

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fumbled for a second, wiping himself off in the water, and then carefully pushed himself into her pussy. His large hands gripped her tits, squeezing. Her own hands covered his and she bid him rub her gently. She didn't mind his brutal strength with his cock but not with her tender breasts. He immediately gentled his touch to what she wanted. She was handled with both strength and tenderness. It was more intoxicating than the booze. She groaned and shuddered when he again howled his release. Vicki was glad she had started birth control pills the month earlier. She had been hoping to meet some guy at Trisha's party who would be cute enough to fool around with. She had been tired of being a virgin. This guy was well worth the wait. She felt so satisfied she was sorry it was over. She would have liked to get to know him better. She wondered if he would give her his number but doubted it; most likely this handsome hunk only dated models or other actors. "Wolf?" she whispered when he slumped over her. "Mmm?" "That was incredible." Vicki turned within his arms. He lifted her from the pool as though she weighed no more than a child and set her on a blanket away from the water. She hadn't seen the blanket before and she wondered where it had come from. Ulfr soon had a fire going and he produced dry meat from a stone cache in the wall. She studied him for a moment feeling very tired. She wondered for the thousandth time where on earth her clothes went. And these hot springs, she hadn't known they were so close to home. Her biggest comfort was her 31

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sword propped over to the side. Thank heaven she hadn't lost it or she'd never hear the end of it from her dad. Ulfr encouraged her to eat. She did. When she finished she lay down on the blanket of soft leather. Ulfr curled around her. His one arm cushioned her head, the other wrapped snugly around her waist. Vicki closed her eyes thinking she would sleep for just a few minutes. Her parents would worry if she were late. Maybe they could still even catch part of Trisha's party. She couldn't wait to thank her. Vicki had been almost right earlier. This was the most fun she had ever had on Halloween. It wasn't long before the heat of the fire before her and the warmth of the big hulking brute behind her lulled her into slumber. Ulfr arose early and washed quickly in one of the hot pools. Upon exiting he dipped a cloth into the water and carried it dripping back to the hide. He settled himself down and watched as his little Valkyrie's eyes fluttered open. She smiled shyly up at him. She was so beautiful. Ulfr felt certain Odin was well pleased with him to send him such a treasure after the long lonely months he had traveled in search of her. He had sacrificed much, leaving his family and friends for so long. He had been more than ready to turn back when his beloved dog, Sultan, was killed. Sultan had been fearless. A large wolf cross. Yet despite his size he was still quite young and too full of himself. He felt bad for taking the foolish pup with him. Ulfr hadn't been able to save him from the mother bear's wrath when Sultan had gone too close to her cubs. Ulfr decided it was worth the sacrifice. He now had his own special Valkyrie. Upon his return home, not far from the hot 32

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springs and his village, Ulfr had felt the ground shake. He had struggled to maintain his footing. His body was tossed to and fro. It was a fearsome thing to experience, but he was no coward. He stood his ground and had not run. When the earth ceased its quaking a fog had settled a short distance away. Intrigued, Ulfr had wandered into it. When the apparition had formed in the mist his heart had hammered. There was unsurety at what was moving towards him. Sword in hand he had relaxed when the little, nonthreatening Valkyrie had appeared. She was stunning. Her hair was dark as midnight. Her beautiful blue eyes were clear and bright. She held herself with the confidence of a Valkyrie, as she should. Ulfr had been surprised she held a weapon. It was a tiny sword, made for a woman or young warrior. He hadn't been concerned. She seemed confused at first at his appearance then grew cocky. In the forest, he had been shocked she would challenge him, taunt him. Perhaps it was a test. He had shown her his great strength, shown her he was worthy. His blade had been merciful; she was no match for him. The blows he had struck were meant to teach dominance not cause harm. Ulfr had considered it a practice of a real warrior's great control. Power tempered with restraint. When he had reached her in the clearing after their battle, her fear and terror had made his heart hurt for her. She had looked so small and alone and defenseless. The lesson he had taught her was a blow to her ego. Her bewildered eyes that had begged pitifully into his were wrought with confusion. He had thought she would expire in terror when she discovered she was nude. But he had expected it; his brother, Hott, had 33

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told him. Hott had pulled him aside many months ago and explained how he had come about his own little Valkyrie in the mist. Hott had explained her fears as well. Then the poor thing before him had discovered she was incapable of understanding him. Again, Hott had explained that for some odd reason in the mist each would think the other was speaking his/her own language. But the Valkyrie should never have challenged him. It was a dangerous game she had played. Ulfr had not expected that. Hott's own little Valkyrie had carried no weapons. Hott's woman, Valerie, had gotten pregnant before she had been allowed into their time. Ulfr and Vicki's meeting had been odd. More of a power struggle. Perhaps Odin had punished her for being too brazen. She was strong-willed, which was a good thing, as long as it didn't get her killed. She was lucky he was a merciful man; another might have slaughtered her for taking up arms against a Viking warrior. Yes, it must have been a test, an educating experience for them both. Odin had made the right choice of warriors. It was now up to Ulfr to teach her submission if he would be allowed to keep his little captive. Ulfr had been surprised she had been a virgin. At first he had thought to take her to his home and coax her. But he had seen the passion in her eyes and when he felt between her legs she had been so hot he knew she wouldn't deny him. He had meant to be gentler with her from behind, but when she lay so submissively and ripe for the taking he had lost control. She had closed around his cock so sweetly he knew she was meant for him. Besides, it was best she learn now how 34

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demanding he was. He could feel the eagerness of his manhood as it jumped thinking about being inside her. Ulfr rose to his feet and knelt her before him, she was barely awake. His large hand gripped her hair and he pushed her down on him—wanting her to taste him. She seemed hesitant at first, but soon he guided his swollen cock past her lips. She moved her mouth over him experimentally and he groaned. It was obvious this was also new to her. Ulfr lifted her away from him and indicated she was to run her tongue up and down his long length. He wanted to be rock-hard when he took her ass again. It had felt so good the first time. She had been tight, but once she relaxed it had felt amazing. While she licked and kissed at him, he lowered himself to the ground and reached behind her for his leather bag. He turned her in his arms and placed her on her hands and knees before him. He rubbed a generous amount of grease on his cock. His finger slid up her ass and he felt her shudder in anticipation. She said something to him that sounded like a plea. He wasn't certain, but decided he would show his captive some mercy. Very gently his cock slid up her ass. She cried out, but he was being tender. She gasped as he pushed harder. The grease had helped make her slick and his entire length was soon buried within her. He remained motionless, enjoying the feeling of her heat, stretching her to fit him. She pulled away from him and his hand tightened on her shoulder, exerting pressure. He had not given her permission to move. Slowly she moved back towards him and he grinned. She was still an innocent; she was testing her sexuality and perhaps how far 35

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she could push him. His hand loosened and she moved away, he exerted pressure and she moved back. She moved forward and back on her own without waiting for his hand to tighten. She was moaning. It wasn't the frightened sound she had made in the clearing when she had been so fearful of him. The noise she was making was full of intrigue. He held still and allowed her to screw herself with his cock. She was an eager little thing. He had never had a woman take so fast to his needs. Most needed a little encouraging. She rocked very carefully, her small hands gripped the leather blanket and she groaned and gasped. Soon her thrusting was becoming more demanding. She was unable to gain enough leverage to thrust harder. Ulfr decided she was well prepared for him. He rubbed more grease onto himself. He bent her farther forward, locked his arm around her waist, removed himself, then plunged deeply. She cried out. He wasn't concerned. No one would be around to interrupt them if he allowed her to verbally howl her desires. She called out his name in her strange pronunciation over and over while he pounded into her. His large hand pulled back and he slapped at her bare butt. She yelped in surprise. He swatted her again. He bucked against her until she shuddered with release and slumped submissively before him. He took her harder in her relaxed position. Then in one fluid motion he removed himself and flipped her onto her back. He wiped his slick cock with the wet piece of cloth he had ready. The idea of a cleansing ritual had been introduced to himself and his brother by Hott's sanitary cautious Valkyrie. At first the idea made his eyes roll until Hott's little Valkyrie had 36

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hinted at yet another challenge of a warrior's great restraint. The idea held merit. Ulfr was always eager to test his limits...he appeared to have none as of yet. His little Valkrie's body trembled before him as he eased himself into her vaginal heat. She moaned and her hands rose to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her eyes were glazed and she panted and gasped. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Soon he was again bucking against her. Her insides were soft and welcoming. She closed her heat around him. Ulfr wanted to devour every inch of her. He lowered his head to capture her lips and sucked at her tongue. She tasted so sweet. A quick learner, she was now skilled in the art of kissing. She not only mimicked what he had taught her but experimented with her lips. His flesh was burning with desire. Ulfr found himself panting with her fire as she met each thrust of his hips and each kiss equally. She clung to him with the grip of a warrior. As her surety increased so too did her pace. The ride was exhilarating and he couldn't get enough of her. Finally, he threw back his head and howled his release. He felt her quiver beneath him. Ulfr lowered his body to rest on top of her and she groaned under his weight. He stayed where he was for a few minutes, wanting her to feel his size and power. She was never to take up arms against him or any other warrior again. It could result in her injury, or worse, her death. When she began to whimper in her sweet little submissive tone he rolled to his side, pulling her into his arms. He stroked at her silky hair and kissed the top of her 37

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head. He felt his heart was ready to burst from the joy he felt. She was so perfect. He was grateful it hadn't taken him long to tame her. No doubt from now on she would be ready and willing to as he commanded. The thought was sweet. His chest puffed with pleasure and pride. Vicki lay quietly for a moment then lifted her head from his chest. She gasped in surprise. Her stunned gaze was directed over his shoulder. Ulfr looked at the cave opening. He could see nothing. Suddenly she was up and flailing her arms about. It soon became apparent to him she was distressed because it was light out. She tugged hard at the leather blanket, practically flipping him off it. She was strong for a little thing. She wrapped it around herself. He frowned as he lay in the dirt, wondering if he should take it away. She was his captive after all; she had come out of the mist nude and he had won her in battle. Perhaps it was Odin's wish she remain unclothed. Ulfr had thought to show off his beautiful little Valkyrie to the other men; he was very pleased with her stunning looks. Then he decided that perhaps that wasn't such a good idea. A captive's behind and mouth was free for the taking in his village, but nothing else if she belonged to a warrior. He was the only one allowed within her vaginal heat. Any child born would belong to him and he alone would be responsible for them. A few might think if she came unclothed it was an open invitation that all were welcome to her. But she was Ulfr's. If his brother wanted her he would share. But Hott had his own little Valkyrie. It had been Hott's idea Ulfr set out on a journey to find his own woman. None of the village woman 38

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had kept his interest for long. He had started to think there was no one for him, until now. Taking this woman was like taking his brother's wife, Valerie. Only his little Vicki was better—she belonged to him. That thought had him focusing on her once more. She had the sword in her hand and she was striding determinedly out of the cave. Ulfr shouted for her to wait but she ignored him and kept going. Damn it! She should be listening to him. Ulfr stumbled into his clothing and raced after her. She was rushing through the forest. No doubt thinking she could return to Valhalla. His anger dissipated as the look on her face changed from worry to confusion to fear. He felt sorry for her while she looked and looked. Each moment she became more frantic. She finally faced him and said something in a demanding tone. He tried to explain to her she was now his and there was no returning. She stomped her small foot in frustration and he laughed—it was so cute, her anger. Her eyes narrowed onto him. "Home!" she demanded in his native tongue. He pointed to the ground and said, "Home." She shook her head vehemently. Her arms were flapping everywhere it seemed. Ulfr was tired of her temper tantrum. He took her arm and she grabbed his wrist and bit him. She had drawn blood. Ulfr grabbed her and lifted the blanket, then he smacked her bare bottom. She cried out in outrage and kicked him in the shin with her bare foot, then danced back on one foot as she had sustained the most damage. Deciding on a new course of action, her small balled fist hit his cheek. 39

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She howled in pain and shook her hand out. He was at a loss as to why she wanted to hurt herself on his rock-hard body and immediately put a stop to it before she was harmed further. Ulfr tugged the hide blanket off her. She struggled wildly, each hit to his solid muscle with her frail strength had her crying out with pain and he was growing angry. She was not allowed to do damage to herself. His little captive had much to learn. It would seem he hadn't tamed her all. Perhaps Odin did know best. Ulfr threw her to the ground and pinned her. He ripped the blanket into strips and tied her wrists together behind her back tightly. She was screaming out what he believed to be obscenities in her language, then surprisingly one in his own. She struggled and kicked and turned to her back. He saw a small dot of blood appear on her belly when she rolled onto a sharp stick. That was enough! He rolled her over again and smacked her bottom again, then again only harder. She whimpered and held still when his hand rose threateningly to strike once more and she swallowed down her words and stopped twisting. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed. Ulfr lowered his hand. Ulfr gagged her, tied her ankles together and slung her over his shoulder. He then set out for his village. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt for the men to see her nude. If she had a village full of men following her every move he was certain she would stay close to him for protection. He couldn't have her running off looking for Valhalla. She might get hurt—or 40

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worse she might find it. It had taken months to find her in the mist; he wasn't ever going to let her go. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 3 Vicki was mortified when the huge brute took her naked into a constructed Viking village and practically paraded her around. Men all stopped what they were doing to come and look at her. Her eyes widened in fear; they were huge powerful men with lust in their eyes. She had never seen such massive barbarian-type guys, each one larger than the next. Some were blond, others red-haired, a few dark like Ulfr. Every one of them sported some type of lethal-looking weapon. Almost all were bare-chested and each looked at her like they wanted to throw her over something and taste her wares. Vicki shuddered remembering just once she wanted to be dainty and popular and surrounded by panting guys...she changed her mind! She whimpered and buried her head against Ulfr's back. Terrified, she felt a huge rough hand rub and then pinch her bottom. She yelped under her gag and the men laughed. She felt a few more hands touch her in various places. Her bare breasts crushed against Ulfr's back to protect them. She squeezed her eyes closed thinking this had to be a nightmare, one of those awful ones where you find yourself naked surrounded by people. But it was real. Ulfr took her to a large hut. Once inside he dropped her onto a pile of thick furs. She began shaking when he removed his clothing. She shook her head no. He nodded yes. He cut her ties at her ankles but left her wrists bound and she remained gagged. 42

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Her eyes pleaded with him. She had to go home; this game had gone far enough. In fact now it had gone too far. How dare the beast display her nude to a village of men? Why had no one stopped him? They looked like it was completely normal; they had fondled her body like she was public property. Didn't they worry about the police and being sued or jailed? Had everyone gone insane? And what was with the authentic-looking village? They were taking Halloween way too seriously. Ulfr dropped down beside her. His look was intense and she felt frozen to the spot. His hand reached for her and she shied back wondering if he were going to hit her again and her breath caught. He seemed startled by her reaction and splayed his hand, obviously seeing her fear. His eyes became gentle and she caught a few of his words. He would never hit at her breasts or face or anywhere else except her bottom. He lifted his bloody wrist for her to see and she felt a bit bad, after all he hadn't drawn her blood. At least not in anger. She looked at him ashamed and tried to explain she had to go home, but her words were too muffled and she did her best to say home in his language under the leather gag. He pointed to himself and said he was her home, wherever he was she was to be. She shook her head negatively. Her parents would be worried sick by now. Trisha would be frantic to find out her special gift had gone awry. She had to leave. He sighed and a stern resolved look came over his face. He laid her beneath him; he leaned over her and suckled her breast. She closed her eyes tightly together and he licked at her hardening nipple. He said her name in the same sexy 43

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voice he had used at the hot spring. His nose nuzzled hers until she opened her eyes. He smiled at her, keeping his eyes centered onto her own as he licked and sucked his way back to her breast. Perfect white teeth grazed against her bud and she shivered. His hands fondled her gently. His huge fingers teased her other bud tenderly in a coaxing fashion. He rose higher over her and whispered sweet words while he nuzzled her neck with his warm moist lips. A groan escaped her lips when his tongue teased her earlobe. His body was so warm against the chill in the air. When he pressed himself against her, she struggled upwards towards his beckoning heat. Damn him! She was pissed, so why was she turned on? She couldn't stop the moan of desire that tore from her throat. He grinned down at her. He is a devil. He knew she was turned on. His lips trailed a path down her belly to her mound. She was panting and jumped when his tongue flicked out to taste her. She bucked beneath his touch. His powerful arms wrapped around her legs holding her in place while he ravished every inch of her pussy. His hot moist tongue slid against her insides. Her eyes widened when careful teeth grazed her sensitive bud. Her back arched and her legs widened further of their own accord. She couldn't take much more. The climax was just beyond her reach. It washed over her in a tidal wave. She screamed under the gag when he sucked hard on her nubbin and she came. He flipped her over and pulled her ass in the air and she knew he was going to screw her senseless. He said something in a rough commanding voice and she yelped when 44

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she felt a strap smack her bottom. It wasn't agonizing; he was using the leather bedding he had ripped as a belt. She knew it wouldn't leave a mark. He slapped her bottom again and she whimpered. Vicki guessed he was punishing her for what happened near the cave, and her desire to escape him. She winced and held still. Oh God why was she holding still? She felt one huge hand grip her waist. She felt his slick fingers slide up her ass and he said something, a warning of sorts. She was guessing he wasn't through teaching her a lesson and she quivered under him hating the fact she wanted him and she wanted it hard. Never in her life would she have guessed she would find kinky sex to be so fascinating. Being bound and gagged only added to her excitement. His cock felt so good inside her everywhere and though he was rough, he hadn't been vicious or cruel, and she wasn't afraid of him. Both of Ulfr's hands held her hips tightly and she felt the tip of his cock push its head into her ass. She clenched her teeth together thinking, hoping, he would be rough. His cock slid in halfway and pulled out completely. He slid in again and pulled out. She groaned and her body shuddered when only the tip of him entered and exited. He did this until she began squirming. Her breath came out heavily. Still he continued to torture her. She tried to push back against him when only half his cock slid into her but he wouldn't allow it. He said something but she didn't understand. All she could do was whimper and choke back pleading words. On and on he continued to use his cock to punish her, until finally half of him stayed buried within her; he didn't move. Vicki pushed 45

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back against him. He allowed her to. Her knees slipped on the soft furs beneath her, making it hard to get any leverage and she sobbed in relief when she felt her behind rest against his hips and his entire length was buried inside her. She moved forward slowly until he was almost out of her then moved back. She rocked against him. He grunted in approval. His large arm wrapped around her waist and Vicki relaxed. He removed himself then thrust powerfully, and she groaned. He did it again, then once more. He turned her over. She lay on her back watching him. He gave her a cocky look, rose and strolled to a hanging bucket. He had a small cloth with him. Vicki watched him as he moved agonizingly slowly. He swirled the meager amount of water in the bucket in a lazy fashion. She wanted those big hands on her. If she could have she would have scooted closer to him. Again he was teasing her with his deliberated motions. Her impatience was killing her. The dripping cloth roamed with excruciating slowness over his long length. Water slipped from his cock to the dirt floor. She had to give him credit for his calm action. She thought personally she was about to expire. After wiping himself on the wet cloth, he approached her, unrushed. His hands trailed their way up her quivering thighs, then he moved between her legs. He pushed his cock into her pussy. Vicki pulled her legs up until they hung over his broad shoulders. He plunged in and out grinding himself against her. He repeated the word home often and Vicki was aware he was warning her she must stay near him. She caught the word men and she wondered if he meant others were allowed 46

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to have her or if he was worried others would take her. She felt it might be the latter. He was just too demanding. He didn't seem like the type of man who shared what he believed to be his. He thumped his cock into her until both were covered in sweat and panting heavily. He roared when he came and let his weight pin her down against the many furs. She groaned. Her tied wrists dug into the small of her back. She tried twisting but he gave her a stern look. He didn't understand he was hurting her. Vicki did her best to convey her discomfort. Her eyes begged she wasn't trying to be disobedient, her wrists were being crushed. Finally understanding lit his eyes. He muttered some words that sounded regretful. He rolled over taking her with him. She raised her hands behind her back and whimpered. He shook his head, but rubbed at her wrists until the feeling returned to them. Before long he stopped and stilled his actions. Vicki felt so frustrated lying there bound, gagged and nude. Her frustration built when he began snoring. The damned man had fallen asleep. Vicki wondered if her parents had called the police—she imagined they had. What on earth was she to say when she returned? She met a guy who insisted he was a Viking warrior, they had amazing sex, he spanked her and no, she wouldn't press charges because she had been so sexually aroused it was embarrassing. She also couldn't implicate her best friend. Had Trisha really sent him? Again Vicki had her doubts. Trisha would never knowingly place her in any kind of danger. It was all so aggravating and confusing. 47

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Had she been kidnapped? Ulfr hadn't looked surprised at her appearance when they had met in the clearing. No, he obviously had been expecting her. If Trisha hadn't sent him, how could he have known she would be there? Was he a stalker? That was a frightening thought. Oddly enough, she didn't feel her life was in danger. If he were going to kill her, he would have already. Where had he taken her anyway? Was this like a different community? How long did he plan on keeping her? He had to abandon the game sooner or later. Right? Someone would eventually come looking for her, find her. He would be in big trouble then, so would everyone in the village. It didn't take a law student to understand harboring a fugitive. Vicki looked around the large hut. It was wood and straw and mud—it looked solid. There was a handcrafted table and two chairs, a cast iron pot hanging over an unlit fireplace. The furs beneath her had to be real. Ulfr had set his sword against the wall. She had felt its fury; it was definitely real. Everything looked so authentic it was amazing; what a movie location. The props alone were fantastic. And the actors outside were believable. A producer couldn't have handpicked a better cast. But something about this entire situation was awry. She gulped heavily when she wondered if she had been taken onto a porn set—the sex had also been very real. That was a frightening thought. Maybe it was some weird culture that enjoyed bondage. She had heard of clubs like that; were their entire villages? She wondered if she should struggle to her feet and race for the door. Someone was bound to help her. 48

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Her gaze lifted to the wood door, then open window. A leather flap hung over it. As she watched she saw the flap pulled slightly back. The partially closed shutter creaked open. The face of a peering man settled onto her and she grimaced. His straggly blond hair fluttered in a small breeze. Beady eyes settled onto her, lowering to her behind. He licked his lips at her and Vicki turned into Ulfr's arms shivering, seeking protection and to shield her body. Perhaps running nude through a village full of interested men wasn't the best solution. Especially since she had no idea what actually waited out there. In his sleep, Ulfr's powerful hands gripped her and pulled her closer. He mumbled something that sounded like an endearment and his body moved closer to cover hers. No, he wasn't going to share her. Maybe she had best keep him well within her sights until she figured out what the hell was going on. When Ulfr woke, he stretched lazily. His movement roused the little Valkyrie from her sleep. She was curled up almost underneath him, no doubt seeking his warmth. He stood and pulled her to her knees. His hands gripped her hair holding her still. He kept her hands bound but slipped off her gag and he pushed his swollen cock into her mouth. Her warm lips closed over him and she took him deeply. She sucked hard then began licking and kissing him. He pushed himself back into her mouth and held her firmly while he rocked against her. He felt her shudder and he grinned down at her. She was going to taste his seed. 49

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Ulfr came fast and she swallowed what he had given her. He was pleased and he turned her around and covered her with a fur, leaving her hands bound. He pulled his clothing on and sauntered over to the empty pot at the hearth. He was starving. No doubt so was his little captive. She was huddled on the furs with one pulled over her. She was watching him warily. Ulfr took the pot, lifted it and motioned he was getting them some food. As an afterthought he set the water bucket by the door. He was lucky there had been any left after his journey. He told Vicki to stay and warned her she was now home. She shook her head no solemnly. She looked so sad Ulfr couldn't help but feel annoyed and saddened himself. She was his after all. He wasn't so bad. Granted he had paddled her behind, but it was for her own safety. He couldn't have her harming herself. She was in his care and if she ran from him another crueler man might take her. There were other men in the village who would think nothing of tying her up and allowing any and all to take her for a squirrel hide. No she was safer with him; he would never beat her. He knew he could be rough, but he wasn't vicious or cruel. His Valkyrie was a willful little thing and he was worried she might try and run. He picked up the binding he had used to paddle her behind with. She shied back from him in a startled fashion, looking frightened. He frowned and pulled her ankles together and tied her. He wondered if she thought he was going to spank her again. He thought he had explained before he would never strike her with angry intent to cause her bodily harm. He hadn't thought he had been too 50

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rough, but she was small. Perhaps if he needed to discipline her again he had best use more control. He didn't want her to fear him. "I'm not going to hurt you, little Valkyrie. This is for your own safety. You cannot wander the village unescorted. I have no clothing for you to wear as of yet, so you must stay here. It would be too dangerous. No one will touch you in my hut." She began sobbing and said the word home again. Ulfr patiently explained she was staying with him from now on. Violently she shook her head no then uttered a string of words that held no understanding to him. "I am your home now. You can never return to where you are from," he said. "You are my gift from Odin. Neither of us will anger him. There could be danger in the mist. If you were to challenge another warrior you might be killed. You lack skill." Her eyes narrowed onto him in anger, obviously understanding his last comment and not appreciating it. She shouted something he assumed was derogatory. Her voice rose with her hysteria until she was screaming and he gagged her in annoyance when she swore at him in his own language. He balled his fists. A captive should not be mouthy to her captor. The entire village had most certainly heard her disobedience. His eyes fixed and blazed with displeasure onto her with his embarrassment. No doubt he would hear about it from the other men. He had apparently been far too lenient. Ulfr stood over her wondering if he should pull her hips up and take her, but he decided it could wait. He was too angry. He didn't want to take her in anger. Taking a deep breath he 51

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gained control over his fury. He reasoned she was understandably afraid and confused. This was all new to her. No doubt her disobedience was how she expressed herself. No wonder Odin had gotten rid of her. Perhaps she had tested the god's nerves. He sighed; no doubt she had. The idea brought a small smile to his lips. He uncurled his fists. She was his problem now. Shaking his head to the ceiling with amusement, Ulfr left her in his hut bound and gagged, lying nude, face down on his furs. No one would dare touch her, she was his and he needed some air. This little Valkyrie was proving to be a handful. Ulfr strolled to a large wooden cabin where many women were gathered. All were laughing and it seemed they all spoke at once. Ulfr just shook his head. He never understood how women could always be talking and yet listen to everything at the same time. He wandered over to a large pot at the hearth that bubbled. A delicious aroma came from it and Ulfr dipped his pot inside. Ulfr stood for a moment by the warm fire and remembered there was no fire in the hearth at his hut, he shrugged unconcerned. He would start one when he returned, and his captive had the furs to nestle into. She could wait for him for a while. Perhaps the chill in the air would cool her heated tongue. A young girl smiled at him shyly and he chuckled. The girl, Finna, had turned thirteen and her father and brother still watched her like hawks. He couldn't blame them; she was a beauty. She offered him something from the contents of her basket and he munched contentedly on warm sourdough bread. When he grinned at her she blushed and hurried away. 52

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He drank down a mug of ale at his leisure. He smiled when a beautiful woman strolled over and hugged him. "Good morning, Ulfr," she said. "I'm so happy you've come home at last. You've been missed." Her long blond hair was tied with a leather strip in what she called a ponytail. Her green eyes sparkled up at him. She was smaller than his captive and less curvy but stunning nonetheless. She was his brother, Hott's, wife. In her arms she held a pudgy baby boy, her son, Biorn. Her eyes darted from Ulfr momentarily to watch a lad of six, Hrolf, chase another young lad, Gunnarr. Hrolf was her adopted son and Ulfr's nephew, as was Biorn. Ulfr smiled at her, then felt a moment of sadness as he watched Petal, Valerie's dog and sister of his fallen Sultan, chase the boys. The bitch had grown large and solid in his absence and he was pleased he had found the pup. "Good morning, Valerie," he replied and could feel himself harden when he thought of himself rocking up into her sweet little ass. It had been a while since he had taken her. He wondered if he should ask his brother if he wanted to swap their little Valhalla gifts for a night. Valerie was already pregnant so Hott wouldn't have to worry about his seed being in her. Ulfr knew Hott would be gentle with his own Valhalla vixen. "I heard there was quite a commotion early this morning involving you and a woman. Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked. "My own little Valkyrie. Yes, I found her, but she seems none too happy with the idea. I had to tie her up before I left. 53

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I'm afraid she'll run and be hurt by others. I'm giving her some time to cool off." Valerie frowned. "Is she a Viking woman?" she asked. "Like you, she came from the mist. My gift from Odin." "I bet she's terrified and confused if she came from the mist. Let me speak to her. Does she understand you?" "Only a few words." "Hopefully she understands English." It took Valerie a few more minutes to search for Bera. She was an older motherly type woman, who took a delighted Biorn into her arms and Bera promised to watch out for Hrolf as well. Valerie took Ulfr by the arm and they wandered back through the village. She told him her son, Hrolf, whom everyone thought to be mute, now talked up a storm. In fact, she laughingly said sometimes she wished he came with an off button. Ulfr just shook his head at some of her strange expressions. Ulfr was surprised to see his hut door partway open. He could hear muffled moans and heavy grunts coming from his hut when they neared. A man's deep voice laughed from within. Valerie looked up at him fearfully. Ulfr raced through the door. His little Valkyrie was lying belly down across the table, still bound and gagged. Her moaning gasps and tiny whimpers could be heard as the huge Viking warrior, who was positioned behind her gripping her hips, thrust his cock repeatedly up into her behind. He threw back his head and roared when his seed exploded within her. 54

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Ulfr howled a war cry and grabbed the man off her. He threw him out the door. The other men were shouting as Ulfr and the man exchanged heated brutal blows. The two were pulled apart and Ulfr was held tightly by two other men from the village. Ulfr watched in rage as one of the men in the hut removed his swollen cock from his pants and moved up behind Vicki intending on having her too. Valerie screamed and tossed the man onto his behind with a cartwheel flip. She stood with her fists raised boxer style and no other approached Vicki. Soon many were gathered around both inside and outside of the hut. "What is wrong with you, Ulfr?" one of the men shouted. "What do you mean by sneaking into my hut and attacking my woman?" Ulfr bellowed. His lips were pulled back in a growl of seething fury. He thought he would explode. How dare they? This is my Valkyrie. "She's a captive! You said it yourself when you brought her nude to the village for all to see. You left her tied and gagged with the leather pouch of grease near her in invitation. We weren't being disrespectful to you. We thought it our right," the man who had raped Vicki said angrily, his hand ran over the blood oozing from a cut over his eye. "I only took her behind. We weren't vicious; there is no blood drawn from her." "How many had her?" Ulfr howled. He shrugged off the men holding him. He was shaking with fury and all gave him a wide berth as his hands clenched menacingly. He prowled around the three men who cautiously stayed well away from his hammer-sized fists' reach. 55

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All three of the men admitted they had. They all swore they only took her behind and any offspring would be his alone. Ulfr was ready to kill. His face was red with rage when his brother went to him. "Go make certain she wasn't injured," Hott said to him. Ulfr went to Vicki and gingerly lifted her into his arms. She was trembling and he pulled her tightly to his chest wanting to conceal her from the others. He removed the gag. Her eyes remained tightly closed and she pitifully whimpered the word home. He took her to his furs and heard Valerie shooing everyone out. She yelled at the men who had attacked Vicki. Ulfr untied her bonds and gnashed his teeth together to keep from howling. The men had tied her tighter. Her ankles and wrists were chafed and red. It had been done to keep her completely immobile. If she struggled the men would have used their strength to pin her more roughly; she might have been further injured if she resisted. And though Ulfr understood the men had only wanted her complete submission he raged inwardly. She was too small to fight; they needn't have bothered. Ulfr turned her over and checked her bottom. She was also red and beginning to bruise from where the men had gripped her so tightly. Thankfully there was no external damage; the men had used the grease like they said they had. Ulfr turned her onto her back taking great care as he handled her. He gently felt up between her thighs. "Did they only take your behind?" he asked in a few words he thought she would understand while making hand motions. 56

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If the men had been too eager they may not even have realized if they had hurt her elsewhere. "Yes," she whimpered, her head nodded and she said more words he didn't understand. "I was so scared. I thought they would kill me." "They wouldn't have killed you," Valerie said in the same language his Valkyrie spoke and they continued to converse. Vicki's eyes snapped open and she looked over at Valerie. Valerie's look was grim. "What's your name?" "Vicki. Will you please take me home?" Vicki asked. "I can't. You belong to Ulfr now. I'm sorry you were raped. These men just don't understand what they did was wrong. They think because you're Ulfr's captive they can take your behind whenever they want. Especially since Ulfr left you tied and gagged." Ulfr wasn't certain what they were talking about, but his little Valkyrie's eyes were widening further in terror. When her terrified gaze shifted to him, he was certain she was now afraid of him too. "What are you telling her?" Ulfr demanded. He pulled Vicki's head to his chest and stroked her hair. He kissed her forehead and made shushing sounds when she whimpered. "I'm telling her that you're all barbarians and take what you want. This is all your fault. You may as well have put up a sign saying screw my captive when you left her alone, naked and bound and the grease right beside her. What the hell were you thinking? I'm certain she won't find this comment at all reassuring or make her feel any better, but she's lucky it was only the three of them and not many more taking turns 57

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with her. As it was, she thought they would kill her when they finished with her. If you're going to keep her here, she is your responsibility and she had better not be harmed again or so help me, I'll toss you on your ass every time I see you." Valerie snapped and stomped her foot for emphasis. Ulfr felt ashamed and appalled. The men had been so cruel that she thought she would die? Valerie was right. He had left her alone—and he could have returned to half the men in the village having had her in that time. He had failed to protect her. He could see how the men would construe that she was available to them. Why hadn't he seen it before? Why had he allowed his anger to cloud his judgment? But it wasn't his anger, it was his arrogance. He had felt certain no one would touch her just because she was his. His vanity had hurt her. Because of his callousness, she had been left defenseless and vulnerable and unaccompanied. He couldn't stand the thought of her wanting to run from him. Hott had never had that problem with Valerie. Ulfr's pride had been injured. He had thought only to punish her—she had been punished all right. Now she lay sobbing in his arms terrified, terrified of him. If she feared him she would never feel safe. She would always ask to go home. But this was her home, with him. Her frightened eyes lifted to Valerie and once more they conversed in a strange tongue. "How can this be possible?" Vicki whimpered to Valerie. "How can they do what they did and not think it was wrong?" "Because they really are barbarians," Valerie explained angrily. "I'm sorry, Vicki, but you aren't anywhere near your home anymore. I know you must be wondering why you can't 58

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understand Ulfr. You're not in your country or on your continent. There is no easy way to say this, but this is the year 893." Ulfr's mind was racing in his frustration to understand them. Especially when Vicki's mouth suddenly dropped open and she went paler than she already was. "You're serious? But how is that possible?" Vicki's trembling increased in his arms as she spoke and damned if he didn't feel like tossing Valerie out of his hut to shut her up. He glared at her, but Valerie only glared back, having no fear of him. "I'm dead serious." Valerie said. She looked at Ulfr smugly before addressing Vicki once more. "You and I need to talk. I'm going to show you how to defend yourself against all these horny bastards who chase women around panting like the dirty dogs they are. You're very pretty, Vicki. You had best get used to the fact the men here will find you drop-dead irresistible. Especially when those three creeps describe in detail how good your behind felt. So I'm going to help you learn to drop a guy on his butt and run, when Ulfr isn't around to protect you." **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 4 Vicki sat on top of Ulfr's furs. Valerie had left and she was feeling overwhelmed. She could see Ulfr outside talking to Valerie's husband, Hott. She was trying unsuccessfully to digest the information the woman had given her. This hadn't been Trisha's idea at all. Valerie had explained Ulfr had indeed been looking for a woman. A Valkyrie. He claimed Vicki was the one. There was no way he was going to send her back. The idea of being in the ninth century was beyond shocking. Vicki couldn't help but feel responsible. Ever since she was small she had dreamed of being a Viking. She ate, slept and breathed the idea. Any shooting star was her wish for the taking. Fingers and toes crossed, her eyes had squeezed shut as a child, a teen and now a woman. The saying is true—be careful what you wish for. Vicki hadn't thought of everything. She had looked at the Vikings through rose-colored glasses. She had only envisioned the men as powerful heroic warriors. Her mind had developed a love affair of presumed airs. She had overlooked the fact this was a barbaric era. Ulfr thought it his right to claim her. How could Vicki cope with such primeval thoughts? Barbarians of this era took what they wanted, from anyone. It had been proven to her in the most foulest of ways. Vicki choked on a sob. No one could help her. No one would save her. Valerie had seemed startled by the fact Vicki had come through the mist without having had sex with Ulfr first. 60

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Valerie had explained she had been pregnant with Biorn. Both she and Hott were positive it was why she was allowed entrance into the past. Hott had made love to Valerie and she had felt a desperate need to join him. Vicki had looked at her for a moment bitterly. Valerie had been given a choice. Vicki had not. She had wanted Ulfr; there was no denying that. But she hadn't been given a full understanding of the time difference. She felt stolen. Valerie had then studied Vicki's sword in fascination and declared she felt it really was authentic and because Vicki had been holding it she had been allowed entry through the time continuum. Or whatever it was she had stepped into, onto, or through. Valerie told her she wasn't certain how it worked, though, and her best bet was to remain here with Ulfr guarding her. Valerie had then placed her hand on Vicki's shoulder and told her she would demand Ulfr find her some clothing immediately. Vicki shifted and winced. Her behind had stopped hurting, but her hips remained sore from where the men had gripped her. She felt a single tear drop remembering what happened. She had lain on the furs terrified when the men had come in. They had all been so big and they had looked so eager. With the gag on she was unable to plead for her life. They had stood her up and fondled her roughly and tossed her belly down over the table. The bonds on her wrists and ankles had been tied agonizingly tight. She hadn't understood why, since she was already helpless. The first one to take her had been so cruel and she had cried and cried when he had fingered her roughly with grease first. He had been so large and 61

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impatient. When he finished, another started, then the other. They had come at her the moment Ulfr had left her alone. They kept taking turns with her until she lay still beneath them. All three of them had raped her behind repeatedly. Vicki had felt so betrayed by Ulfr, thinking he had allowed them to have her, especially when he had stayed away for so long. Her mind had cried out for Ulfr to come and save her, but he hadn't. Not for a long time. Vicki had thought it was more of his punishment when it went on and on. She knew she had made him angry. Vicki had been terrified while talking to Valerie. When she had explained a captive's life, Vicki was terrified Ulfr would let it happen again and again. What would she do? Valerie had explained how furious Ulfr was with the men. Valerie insisted he hadn't meant for it to happen. She had then gone on to explain the men thought because Vicki was left alone and tied they were being granted permission to have her. Such was the way of a captive's life in their village. Valerie tried to explain too that the women were coveted, not beaten. But the men's way of thinking was just too much to grasp after what had just happened. Vicki had wanted to tune the woman out. Valerie had also confided at one time she had been faced with five men, and the men of this era were indeed sex-craving barbarians. Vicki shuddered with the thought. The three of them had been horrible enough. When Ulfr returned from his discussion with his brother, he squatted before her and handed her a soft leather shirt. Vicki slipped it on and it hung just past her behind. When he moved closer she curled within herself, wanting to hide. His 62

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perch on the furs was tentative, unthreatening. Wanting her to come to him. All her thoughts swirled in a whirlwind. His gaze was soft, begging her to believe in him. How could she? He had left her alone. But she had understood a great deal of his words before he had left. She couldn't have gone with him nude. Yet he could have found someone to find her clothing. Vicki wanted to strike out at him for bringing her here. But even now she admitted she had felt something for him. She still felt something for him. When he moved to her side, she didn't pull away. He wrapped his arms around her and said what Vicki believed to be an apology. She laid her head against his shoulder and he rocked her back and forth while she sobbed. He kissed her hair and her cheeks. His thumb wiped her tears until they stopped flowing. His forehead pressed to hers. He said a few words that held deep meaning to him. Vicki could tell by his expression he wanted to somehow make this right. He rose with her still at his side and led her to the door. Vicki stopped and looked at him fearfully. He motioned he wanted to take her somewhere. It was important to him. When they exited the hut, Vicki could see the three men who had attacked her and she would have run screaming if Ulfr hadn't held her so tightly. He whispered urgent words into her ear and she understood the word for strong. He wanted her to be strong. The first man who had taken her moved forward. Vicki felt her teeth clattering and her knees knocking together. He had been the scraggly looking blond brute who had peeked into Ulfr's window. Vicki had felt certain this man had been going 63

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to kill her no matter what Valerie said. The man's left eye was black and swollen shut and he had a deep cut over it and Vicki remembered Valerie saying that Ulfr had thrown him off her after finding her in distress. This was the cruel man who had taken her for a third time. The man glared at Ulfr and then said something to her in a gruff voice that held no remorse. The man handed her a pair of leather moccasins. In fact he practically threw them at Vicki. He then strode away. The next man came forward with a fur hide and handed it to her. He looked neither contrite nor happy nor angry. His gaze deliberately settled onto her for a few seconds. She was unsure what his emotions were by his poker face. At a small noise, Vicki looked over to her left and saw Valerie watching, she was scowling at the men. Many in the village, especially women were gathered around. They all glared daggers at her attackers. Vicki realized then the men were making restitution. She also knew from the way Valerie had declared it their right to have her, they weren't happy about the situation. Vicki didn't know what to think, except that she wanted to throw the items back at them and scream and strike out. Until she realized this probably pissed the men off to no end— being forced to pay for a crime they felt they hadn't committed in front of the entire village. The last man who stepped forward was the youngest of the three. He said something that sounded suggestive to her. Ulfr snarled at him and he shrugged sheepishly. The man handed her a large wooden container filled with honey. Ulfr looked at him and 64

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nodded. He obviously approved of the item. The man grinned and winked at Vicki. Ulfr then handed the honey and moccasins to Hott. He led her down a path away from the prying eyes of the villagers to a fast-flowing stream. The water was freezing, but she removed her shirt and waded in. She washed herself. Her hands scrubbed over the bruising red marks at her hips. When she was finished she sank down to her knees, as her body shook with the cold. The water rushed over her. Ulfr came in after her clothed. Gently she was picked up into his arms and carried to shore. He wrapped her in the large fur the second man had given her. He picked her up and carried her to the village. Vicki's entire body was concealed from everyone. Ulfr lifted her higher in his arms and shouted something. It sounded like a warning. She saw a few of the men nod, but the one who had been so rough with her just scowled and the look he leveled on her made Vicki shudder. She knew without a doubt if he ever caught her alone, he would rape her again. Ulfr took Vicki into the hut and closed the door. A thick latch was settled across the wood. Once more, he helped her pull the leather shirt over her head. He sat her down at the table and she noticed there were many different foods before her. She wondered if the women of the village did this. Valerie had told her they would all sympathize with her. At one point almost all had been forced by a man. Ulfr handed her a chunk of bread and encouraged her to eat. His remorseful gaze settled onto her. Vicki nibbled the food. He gave her a thick slice of cheese and mutton. From 65

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wooden plates he gave her salted fish, parsnips and some meats she was unsure of. He filled a mug from his flask and set it before her. When she finished what he had given her, and he seemed satisfied she was full, only then did he eat. His appetite seemed as stilted as hers. Neither bothered with words. When done, Ulfr led her to the furs. He took her face between his palms and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks and her forehead. The backs of his fingers gently traced the marks on her hips. The endearment he said was something akin to 'sweetheart' Valerie had told her when she asked. When he lay down he remained clothed. He pulled her head onto his shoulder and tugged the furs over them, tucking them around her. His hands roamed her body, away from intimate places, soothing her with his touch. Again he said what she felt was an apology. She allowed him to snuggle her closer against his side. Though his grip wasn't tight, it was possessive. The next words he said were low and deep, a soft growl accompanied them. She knew from his tone and the way he tensed he was damning the men for their actions. Vicki knew he hadn't meant for her to be harmed. A blazing fire had been started in the hearth and the hut was warm. Through the lone window Vicki could see darkness falling. The leather across it flapped lazily back and forth and she guessed a tie had come loose. She closed her eyes. Vicki thought about the day. There were so many thoughts swirling in her mind. Her life was forever changed. She tried to forget the feeling of the men's hands on her and inside her. 66

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She didn't want what they had done to spoil the feelings she had with Ulfr. He had never done anything sexually to her she hadn't wanted. When Ulfr had taken her bound she had been excited. It had felt kinky and deliciously wicked and naughty. There had been no fear. When the men had taken her bound she had been terrified. She had thought they would kill her and the one man had been not just brutal but vicious. He had attacked her just to cause her harm. She needed to separate the feeling of fear in her mind. She knew Ulfr wouldn't harm her; he had never left painful marks on her or bruised her. He was domineering but coaxing. Each time he had taken her, he had given as well. The emotions he stirred where exhilarating. His touch made her come to life. The others who had touched her made her want to hide from the world. Perhaps that was what she could focus on. She could find safety in Ulfr's arms...until Valerie could show her how on earth she was to flip a massive Viking warrior onto his ass! When morning came, Valerie brought Vicki a pair of fur and leather pants. They were very snug, but she struggled to get into them. Vicki guessed they were Valerie's, but the woman was at least three inches shorter and much slimmer. Vicki was surprised she could shove her own fat ass into them. She was all ready in the shirt Ulfr had given her and she wore moccasins on her feet. She had at first balked at the idea of wearing the footwear one of her rapists had given her. She had straightened her shoulders and had a thought. Each time that man and the others saw her wear her restitution, 67

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they would be reminded they had paid for a crime—not a right. After Vicki was dressed, Valerie leveled a piercing look onto Ulfr that had Vicki's eyes raise in surprise. It had her wondering about their relationship. Valerie then snapped a command at him and he just nodded. Ulfr took Vicki into his arms and kissed her forehead. Valerie explained Ulfr needed to go hunting and he was leaving her in the capable care of his brother. Vicki almost panicked. Valerie reassured her that she would be safe. No one would touch her. Vicki watched as Ulfr picked up a bow and arrow and a long spear. He kissed her once more and said an endearment, then smiled softly into her concerned expression. After all, the last time he had left her, she had been attacked. "Safe with Hott, little Valkyrie," Ulfr said, he winked at her. All Vicki could do was nod. Ulfr left. When the women exited the hut after him, Vicki stood a bit fearfully as Valerie's huge blond Viking husband came near her. She had learned from Valerie this man was Ulfr's brother. Their build was identical—massive and muscled—but Ulfr's look was darker, while this man was very fair with long whiteblond hair and blue eyes. He was stunning, and powerful. Her body quivered with apprehension. Would he hurt her, too? Hott was holding a baby boy of about eight months in his arms. A child of about six stood close to him flanked by a large dog and, oddly enough, a stout little pig. The boy's face studied Vicki. Hott handed the baby to Valerie. "Is she the captive?" the boy asked excitedly. 68

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"Shush, Hrolf," Valerie admonished. "Vicki, these are my sons. Hrolf and Biorn." Vicki blushed to her toes, understanding the boy's words. She guessed by now everyone in the village had obviously heard what had happened. She was fearful the men still all thought it their right to have her. The thought was terrifying. She shied away from Hott when he approached and Valerie introduced him. It was apparent Hott saw her fear and he said something to Valerie. The woman turned to her. "Hott says he doesn't want you to be afraid of him. He won't hurt you. He's going with us while we wash at the river. Soon it will be way too cold and we'll have to hike water up for our baths. Ulfr is going to trade for some clothing for you. That's why he needs to hunt." Valerie took Vicki by the hand. Valerie turned, stopped and then glared at a man who was smiling at Vicki. Vicki eyed him warily, frozen to the spot. He had been the youngest one of the men who had attacked her. The man laughed, but when Hott snapped something at him, he moved off. "How can I stay here with those men wandering free to do as they please, acting like it was their right and always watching me?" Vicki moaned. "They should be locked up. Instead, I feel like the prisoner. When I look at them moving freely about, unrestricted, I feel raped again." "I know it's not easy. And I know saying things are different here doesn't help. Most of the men in the village have their own women or find a willing woman. Ulfr made it clear no one was allowed to touch you ever again. Captive, 69

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married or engaged, all women here rely on a protector," Valerie explained. "Ulfr and now Hott will always be close to protect you." "Why is your husband willing to protect me?" Vicki asked. Valerie looked at her and smiled. "Two reasons. When Ulfr hunts, he will be expected to bring game home for Hott. Something like payment. Also, haven't you noticed him checking you out?" Vicki gasped when she looked at Hott who did in fact have those blue eyes of his centered on her breasts. "Doesn't that bother you? He's your husband." "Nope," Valerie said dismissively. Vicki's eyes widened in surprise, the woman looked serious. They reached the river and Valerie began stripping herself and her children. Vicki looked around self-consciously. There were many men, women and youngsters, except only the women and little ones were washing and most were completely nude. She continued to stand there feeling lost and unsure. "It's all right, Vicki," Valerie called. "Hott won't let anyone near you. When we're all gathered together we are safe. No one would dare touch you with this many women around with large rocks at our disposal." Vicki watched for a moment longer. Many of the children were laughing and splashing at each other, including Valerie's boy, Hrolf. The men who had attacked her weren't around. None of the other men were gawking at her. The other women didn't look distressed. Vicki clenched her fists. This 70

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would be the first step in her recovery. Taking back her own body. She wasn't about to begin changing in closets or in the dark and washing from bowls in the hut. Vicki quickly tugged off her clothing and practically jumped into the freezing river. She heard Hott laugh behind her. Vicki moved closer to Valerie. "Hott says you have a nice ass," Valerie told her. Vicki just shook her head. She had always thought she had a fat ass. "Doesn't it bother you that he said that?" she asked. "No," Valerie replied. "When I first came here, most of the women and all the children had been murdered in a raid. Hott and Ulfr had their hands full protecting me. I told you before those men wouldn't have killed you. There would have been no need. If you were dead they wouldn't be able to have you again. Which is no doubt what they planned, until they realized a mistake had been made." "A mistake?" Vicki said bitterly. Valerie climbed out of the water and dried the baby off first, handed him to Hott, then struggled with a squirming Hrolf who, once released, took off after the other children followed by the dog and pig. Valerie then dried herself off with a leather towel. Vicki climbed onto the bank beside her and Valerie handed her a soft skin. She dried and dressed quickly. "The men here can be rough and sometimes brutal," Valerie began. "But there is far worse. I was stolen by cruel, evil men, the ones who raided this village. The men here are lustful dogs but they would never beat you or kill you because 71

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you're a woman. Their barbaric mind-frame thinks women are meant for one thing, sex—and lots of it. You're back in an age where men think nothing of just taking a woman when they feel like it." "What do I do? I want to go home," Vicki whimpered. "I'm sorry, Vicki, but I don't know how to get you home. The mist isn't always there. I don't know how it works. Hott had to get me pregnant before I could go through. I don't know if just holding the sword was the reason you came here. As for what you can do, I'm going to show you," Valerie said. She smiled kindly at her and took her by the hand. Vicki was introduced to an older woman. She had long graying hair. She was tall, taller than Vicki. She also had a good solid muscular build for a woman. Vicki thought she was magnificent. The woman, Bera, smiled at her and reached for Biorn. She promised to keep an eye on Valerie's children while she was busy with Vicki. Valerie led Vicki to a small clearing away from the prying eyes of the others. Hott settled himself on a large rock, crossed his arms over his chest and smiled...until Valerie pointed at him and called him over. Hott argued with her for a second. There was a lot of arm flapping gestures and she could tell Hott wasn't happy about something. Vicki caught a few words and heard Ulfr mentioned. Finally Valerie stomped her foot and called him a baby. Looking resolved, Hott held out his hand to his wife and before Vicki's stunned eyes, the massive warrior was flipped onto his ass! "How did you do that?" Vicki exclaimed. Hott was rising rubbing his behind. 72

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Valerie smiled and rose on tiptoe to pat at her disgruntled husband's cheek. He swatted her hand away, and grumbling, he went back to delicately perch on the rock he had vacated. Valerie chuckled. "You use their big hulking weight against them," Valerie declared. "Will you teach me?" Vicki asked shyly. Valerie put her hand on Vicki's shoulder. "I will teach you. Vicki. What happened wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done. You were bound and gagged, unable to even scream. Even if you hadn't been bound, I doubt there was anything you could have done. I've heard some women complain about how cruel Falkor can be. He doesn't get off on the sex unless it's mean and he knows you're terrified. I know how frightening it must have been." "Wolf took me while I was bound, but it felt so different with the other men. With them it had been so frightening. With Wolf it wasn't scary at all," Vicki said and she felt her face flame. She guessed immediately which one had been Falkor. Valerie smiled. "It may surprise you to know that Hott shared me with Ulfr when I came here." Vicki gasped. Valerie chuckled. "Ulfr is one of the lusty dogs I was talking about. Believe me, I'm aware of his sexual tastes." "You had to have both men?" Vicki said with concern. "I wanted both men," Valerie corrected. "Hott is, well, hot. Ulfr is gorgeous and can be very persuasive. Neither forced 73

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me, but as you know Ulfr can get a little rough. He is...uhincredibly enthusiastic in the furs. Both men can be." Vicki looked at her with concern. "Is that why you aren't annoyed Hott checked me out? He and Wolf don't plan on..." "They will only do what you agree to," Valerie said. "And if they get pushy just flip them on their giant arses." **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 5 During the day, Vicki trailed Valerie around closely and was shown the Viking way of life. She had been introduced to many women and some men. Valerie had pointed out a few of the men. A huge bear of a man named Rollo was watching her. Valerie said he wouldn't hurt her but it would be best if she avoided him. She went on to explain her own first meeting with him and how she had dumped him ass first into a pool of warm water. Another man she pointed out she declared was semiharmless, Haki. Just lusty. And yet another she declared harmless. At least, his wife would kick his behind if he touched her. The man's name was Geirr. She also learned an older man, Varr would cause her no harm. He spent much of his day doting on his small baby boy—a gift from Odin. The village had thought his wife to be barren. Vicki felt a bit more at ease—now able to toss a man to the ground. Valerie had instructed Vicki to grasp at a man's wrist. She was then to pull forward then swing his arm back up around behind him fast. The spinning motion had a cartwheel effect. Valerie explained she had been taught the technique by a cop who had been a date. Hott had good-naturedly allowed Vicki to practice on him. She wondered if he felt it would score him brownie points. The huge blond man was good-natured and patient. Vicki's fear had lessened of him while in the clearing. She had even found herself able to smile a few times. True to Valerie's word when any man had ventured near Vicki, the 'good-natured' 75

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blond man turned rabid. Before long, Vicki had sensed the word had been spread in the village and no other man came near the small clearing. This reassurance helped Vicki to relax enough to really listen to Valerie's lesson. It was now later in the afternoon and many women had gathered in a huge cabin. Vicki found it remarkable. Supplies hung from high rafters or were stored in rooms dug out well below ground level to keep baskets of fruit and vegetables cool. There were many hearths lit for light and warmth. There were a few adjacent rooms with thick solid doors. When Valerie had shown her through she had pointed out a room with a large bed. Vicki learned it was where women went to give birth. The idea made her cringe...no hospitals. After so many introductions and so many sights to see within the cabin, the day seemed to race by. Vicki was happy to see some of her fantasy life before her. Huge hearths, giggling playing children. They looked well-fed and comfortable in their surroundings. She was happier to see women laughing and unafraid, interacting with the warriors. Ulfr had been elusive until dinner. He strolled into the huge cabin with a plump deer slung over one shoulder and rabbits and fowl tied together over the other. A woman clapped her hands in delight and Vicki was amazed when the woman tossed the deer over her own shoulder and strode off with it like it was no more than a vacuum. Ulfr looked around the room obviously searching for her. He scowled when he spotted her and saw one of her attackers nearby. Vicki was surprised the young man had moved so close; she had seen Hott watching her. When the man had 76

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entered the cabin, Hott had narrowed his eyes, but didn't interfere when he ventured a little closer, then settled at a table. The man seemed content to keep his distance. Valerie explained it was a communal area, and all were welcome. She told Vicki to ignore him. It had been hard at first, but she had been so busy Vicki had forgotten all about him. Now as Ulfr strode angrily over, the man moved away. Ulfr pulled her into his arms and crushed her to his chest. He snapped a few words at Hott. His brother looked unconcerned and said something back. Vicki looked at Valerie in confusion wanting to know why Ulfr was so angry. "Ulfr is pissed Hott let Volundr get so close to you," Valerie explained. "But Hott told him you ignored the man until you forgot about him. He thinks because the men will always be her and so will you, that you should forget what happened." Vicki grew angry. "How could I forget?" she snapped. "You won't, but remember the men had thought it was their right. I know that doesn't make up for it, but Ulfr has explained no one is to touch you again. It won't stop them from remembering what happened, too," Valerie said. "I wish I could go home," Vicki mumbled. Ulfr cupped her chin. "Home here," he said. She didn't want to argue with him, afraid he would tie her up and another mistake would be made. Ulfr took her by the hand. He gave one of the rabbits to Hott as well as a large goose. He then led Vicki from the cabin to his hut. When they arrived he indicated to her that he was going to clean the game and he wouldn't be far. She nodded and went to the furs to sit exhaustedly. The day had been long and tiring. She 77

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felt her emotions again in turmoil. Vicki wondered about what Valerie had said. Valerie had been appalled and shocked she had been attacked and still Vicki felt she made excuses for the men. She was now in a barbaric time. The men would never think any differently for another thousand years or so and some not even then. She pulled her legs up under her chin. She couldn't go home. That meant she could find herself bent over being screwed again for a pot of honey. What did she need to help herself overcome her fears? Ulfr and Hott couldn't watch her twenty-four-seven. How could she empower herself? Vicki sighed heavily. The window flap rolled and snapped sharply against a gust of wind and she jumped back in fear. Something fell behind her when she collided with it. Vicki reached over and the tips of her fingers ran the length of the cool steel of her sword. She had forgotten about it after she had showed it to Valerie. She hefted it into her hand and felt its weight. She had always fantasized it had been made for her, but she knew it was a childish dream spun within her mind. She was no warrior, and she certainly wasn't a man. She smiled, thinking of the rightful great warrior it belonged to. Musingly she wondered what adversity he had overcome. It had to have been forged around this era if she had been let through the mist with Ulf. She wondered if the sword of this era had merged with the one of her era and that's why she saw the light glow from within it. Ulfr strolled in and frowned when he saw the weapon in her hand. She set it back against the wall quickly. She had 78

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come to understand his displeasure with her wielding a sword. He had scoffed at her abilities by telling her she had no skill. She had understood him and had become angry. Maybe she wasn't a fantastic swordswoman, but she was no novice. Either way it had been part of the reason why she had shouted obscenities at him and been gagged. She couldn't risk showing any interest in her weapon while he was around. Ulfr skewered thick slices of meat to hang over the fire. He wiped his hands on a square of cloth that looked to be made of hemp. He then stood and just watched her for a while. She became uncomfortable and shifted her behind further from her sword. Ulfr went to the wall of the hut and removed his flask. He took it to her. She pushed it away. He couldn't possibly be thinking what she thought he was. Ulfr handed it back to her. His hand cupped her chin and he said a few words. After spending the day with the women she was able to understand a great deal of what he said and pieced it together. "You are home; you are mine. I'm sorry the men hurt you. I want you knowing only me." Vicki felt wary. He wanted to brand his image into her mind. He really was a barbarian. She shook her head no. He sat before her and looked sad. "Too frightened of mating?" he asked, trying hard to use words she would understand. She knew it was important to him. She nodded. "I'm not them. Never think to kill you. I would never leave painful marks on you." "I know," she whispered and she knew he wouldn't. 79

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"I start very gentle," he coaxed. "I'm afraid it won't feel the same anymore," she said to explain. What had seemed deliciously naughty and fun was tainted with pain and fear. "It will be the same. It's me, not them." Ulfr leaned over and kissed her very delicately. His lips explored her mouth tenderly. He tugged her shirt over her head and Vicki covered her breasts. Ulfr gripped her wrists and held her arms away from her body. "Beautiful," he whispered. She knew she wasn't raped because she was beautiful. It happened because the men thought they were allowed. Ulfr pulled her close and rocked her against his chest. He said soothing words, some she understood others she didn't. His hands rubbed up and down her back caressing her. He nibbled her neck and shoulders. Lower he moved until one breast found its way into his mouth. One of the men had sucked her breasts hard but the others were too eager for her. Ulfr didn't hurt her as he licked and laved and suckled. She was lowered back until she lay before him. Her pants were peeled off and Ulfr grunted and struggled a bit to remove them. Vicki admitted they were feeling too tight. He promised her by morning she would have clothes in her own size. She wondered if that was what the deer was for. He had probably given the woman the meat in exchange for her expertise. Vicki's moccasins came off and she lay still before him, nude and shivering. His body covered over hers like a warm blanket. He licked at her chin, then moved to her ear and she 80

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couldn't help but giggle and swatted his hand when he tickled her with his tongue. He smiled and gazed into her eyes. Ulfr was handsome, the same handsome man who had taught her what fun they could have together. If she could overcome her fear. He felt so powerful under her hands, this Viking warrior. She bet he feared no one. While Ulfr kissed her neck, Vicki's eyes shifted to the glinting steel of her sword. The fire's flames danced across it lighting it up. If she were a real warrior she would never be afraid. If she were a warrior no one would ever hurt her again. A woman could be a soldier, why not a warrior? A plan began to form in Vicki's mind. She was all ready a decent swordswoman. What if she could teach herself to get better? What if she learned to defend herself? She decided then and there she would find a way to fight with a sword like that. The idea gave her a modicum of peace. Ulfr said something to her and she became aware his hand was traveling lower. She felt a bit embarrassed for forgetting about him when he was trying so hard to be patient and gentle. She felt his fingers rub against her clit and her back arched when he slipped his fingers inside her. The men hadn't touched her here. She had wondered fearfully while they were screwing her behind why they didn't all have her at the same time; they seemed eager enough. Valerie explained later the men respected another man's right to have children. No one in this camp would touch her vaginally but Ulfr, and they most likely kept her gagged to keep her from screaming. They hadn't been worried about Ulfr stopping them, thinking 81

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it their right when he claimed she was a captive, they just didn't want to share her with even more men. Ulfr moved lower, trailing fast hot kisses across her breasts, her belly and her mound. He settled between her legs and his tongue flicked out to taste her juices. Vicki moaned. She was happy it still felt good to have sex this way, but she was worried. She knew of Ulfr's tastes and she knew sooner or later he would want her hard and heavy. She glanced at the sword for reassurance. Her hands locked in Ulfr's hair when his tongue invaded her. She gasped and began bucking, Ulfr's huge arms wrapped around her legs stilling her movements. His tongue and mouth were coaxing against her flesh, not demanding. Though he held her it was with gentle pressure. At any given time she could push him away. It was a comforting thought. It helped her relax and concentrate on what he was doing, not what had been done without her permission. The climax inside her built. It surrounded her, invaded her body and mind. Her shallow pants increased. Vicki cried out when she came. Ulfr was over her in seconds. His huge cock plunged up into her vaginal heat and she cried out again. He rocked steadily against her, keeping his bulk on his arms so he wouldn't crush her. She clung to him and sobbed in relief. It still felt wonderful to have him. Her legs lifted to wrap around his waist and she shuddered when he howled his release. Vicki came again and when he rested on her she didn't mind his weight. "Wolf?" "Hmm?" 82

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"I'm not afraid of that anymore." "Good. There is more." Ulfr rolled off of her. He strode nude to the hearth and checked the meat. He brought some to her. It smelled heavenly. She took a tiny bite; it was hot but so delicious. She nibbled more. Ulfr handed her a piece of bread covered in butter and honey when she finished the meat. She was very thirsty by this time and accepted the flask of fermented brew when he next offered it to her. After a few gulps she set it down. She took a few more bites of bread and Ulfr gave her the flask to drink from. By this time she was feeling the effects of the somewhat potent brew. This was a hard batch. She looked questioningly to Ulfr who was drinking ale from a mug. "Bera make for you," he said. She remembered Bera was the older, motherly woman in the camp she had been introduced to by Valerie. The woman stood at least two or three inches taller than she and was in fact much broader when Vicki ventured a closer inspection of her later at the cabin. Vicki had been amazed most of the women in the village were taller than herself. But they were all still dwarfed by the warriors. Bera had studied Vicki for a while around the men that day. She had commented on her fear. Valerie had said something to her and the woman had clucked a sympathetic reply. Bera had put her hands on Vicki's shoulders and said something. The only words Vicki had caught were herbs, help and brew. She now wondered what Bera had given her to relax. 83

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Ulfr handed her the flask and she refused, already feeling a bit woozy and hot between her legs. "Little more," Ulfr encouraged her when he hefted the container, gauging its weight. Obviously Bera had instructed him how much to give her. She closed her eyes and swallowed the beverage lazily, unable to push his hands away and feeling so hot between her thighs she didn't want to. Ulfr turned her onto her belly, his hands rubbed and soothed over back and behind. She moaned, it felt wonderful to be so completely relaxed. Ulfr was straddling her back and he leaned over her to kiss at her nape. His tongue licked and kissed at her shoulders and back. He moved lower and his body slid down farther until he wrapped his huge arm around her waist lifting her hips. She felt his fingers slick with grease gently push up her behind. She whimpered. He spoke soothing words and she felt his cock gently begin to slide into her ass. She remembered the man who had taken her first, Falkor; he had been vicious with her. His voice had been cruel when he had said a few words, but she didn't understand him, just knew the tone of his voice was fierce. Another man, Volundr, had said something to him, but the man behind her only grunted and had continued to ram painfully against her while she struggled for breath. He had been even larger than Ulfr and gave her no chance to get used to his size slowly, instead he had wanted her to have it all at once while she lay tense and terrified. Ulfr rocked against her. His entire length was now buried deeply within her. The second man had said nothing to her. 84

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His hands hadn't been vicious on her hips. His thrusts had been eager, not sadistic. But he had hurt her. The third man, Volundr, who had taken her wasn't brutal; he was out for sex, and not to hurt her from the way Valerie described him. His hands hadn't been so painful on her either. Ulfr wasn't being brutal; he was gently moving his hips back and forth while his hand stroked her back in a loving gesture. She couldn't help but go through her attack while Ulfr was doing this. She remembered everything: the way the men had smelled, the way they had sounded. The way each one thrust against her. How much she loathed and feared them. Ulfr began to move faster and she groaned. He wasn't hurting her, but she was warring with herself. Ulfr thumped against her bare bottom, his arm was wrapped protectively around her middle to cushion her. She gasped and groaned remembering the feel of the hard table beneath her digging into her. After the two men had taken her and the last one had her, she had thought they would leave. She had hoped they would leave and not slit her throat with one of the deadly knives they wore at their belts or cut her in half with their swords. But they hadn't left, and they hadn't killed her. The first man was hard again and had again taken her just as cruelly. She had been exhausted from fear and her heart pounded so fast. She had slumped on the table in total submission. When the second man had her again it hadn't hurt as much; he too had just been interested in fulfilling his sexual needs. When the third man took her the second time he had been even more gentle. He had rubbed at her shoulders and said soothing, lulling words. He had kissed 85

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her back and the sides of her waist tenderly. She was mortified she'd had an orgasm. How could that be? She hadn't wanted it, it hadn't mattered that he was gentle, she had still been terrified. She had felt so ashamed. The same feelings of shame resurfaced. She heard Ulfr howl and she knew he had found his release, but she hadn't. She was sobbing when he rolled her over. His thumb wiped the tears from her eyes. He pulled her to his chest. "Not your fault," he said. "I know, I was tied." "Not fault with Volundr," he said. She looked up at him stunned. He knew? "How did you know?" He shrugged. "Men talk. You not want those men, you not want come." "No," she whispered. She buried her face into his chest. He didn't look mad or annoyed or outraged for her. He was a Viking warrior. He thought what happened to her was a misunderstanding, no more. Vicki determined harder to learn to defend herself. She had to. Who knew how long the pill would last? She could already be pregnant. What if she had a daughter? If Vicki couldn't even defend herself, how would she defend a daughter? It was a terrifying thought. Ulfr made tender love to her into the early hours of the morning. He was patient and gentle. His large hands handled her as though she were a delicate flower he feared would wilt in his touch. Gripping her waist with care he straddled her 86

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over him. Vicki chose their pace. Her head fell back as she rocked with him in sync. He did feel wonderful like this. There was no vulnerability in this position. She was in control. Ulfr smiled up at her and she felt her lips tug upwards ever so slightly. They made love at a leisurely pace. When finally sated, she dropped to his side and nestled against him. His hand caressed her hip. Ulfr rose at a knock on the door and opened it while nude. Vicki huddled under the furs. She heard Bera's voice but couldn't see the woman past Ulfr's bulk. She saw Ulfr nod and heard him thank her. When he turned he held soft hide and wolf pants almost identical to Valerie's. As well, he had a fur cloak. Valerie dressed and was beyond pleased she could breathe in the pants. The morning was chill and she wrapped her new cloak over her shoulders. Ulfr donned his own pants and moccasins but still went bare-chested. Valerie told her some of the men were so resilient to cold they went bare-chested until almost December. Ulfr trailed her from the hut and she met Valerie, the children and Hott on the pathway, followed by Petal. Ulfr indicated he needed to go hunting again. He wanted a warmer fur for his little Valkyrie when the cold weather struck. She was too small to retain heat. Vicki went beet red, especially since it was a complaint that he believed to be true. Valerie and she washed again at the river. Vicki wasn't feeling so uncomfortable this morning, until she saw Volundr grinning at her from a distance. He thought, in his dumb tiny mind, that because she had an orgasm with him, she wanted 87

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him. Well she didn't. She stuck her tongue out at him while glaring and he laughed. "Never mind, Vicki. You won't change him," Valerie said and glared at the man as well. "He's one of the morons who attacked me, too. He can only think with one head, and I don't mean the one on his dumb shoulders." "Did he hurt you?" Vicki asked. "No. I flipped him on his stupid barbarian ass!" Vicki giggled and she could now see Volundr scowling. Valerie waved to him and mimicked him falling in the water onto his behind. The other surrounding women laughed uproariously and Volundr left. Valerie grinned over at Vicki who grinned back. After their wash, Vicki went to Ulfr's hut. She was told Hott would be right back and she was safe, Hott could see Ulfr's hut door entrance from his own hut. Once more the sword gleamed in the firelight as though beckoning to her. She picked up the sword. She wanted to learn but she knew Ulfr would be angry. Nevertheless she spun the weapon back and forth getting a feel for it. She froze dead on the spot when she heard a man chuckle. She sagged in relief when she saw Hott standing in the doorway blocking the sunlight and others' view of her. He was smiling. Valerie muscled her way past him. "Can you use it?" Valerie asked curiously. "You seem to know what to do with it." "I'm used to lighter swords. My father taught me to duel from a young age. He expected something I guess from a warrior descendent named Vicki Valhalla. He should have had 88

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a son. I'm their only child. I was never good enough though, never pretty enough, too big, too fat." Valerie said something to Hott and his eyes rose in shocked surprise. "Not big—small, not fat. Mmm, nice," he said and held out his hands squeezing them in the air like he was fondling her tits. Valerie smacked him and shoved little Biorn into his arms. "I need to go to the cabin. Do you want to come or go practice with your sword?" Valerie asked her. "I would like to practice, but where?" "Hott can take you to the clearing and keep an eye on you," she replied. "You won't mind him leaving you alone?" she asked startled. She was terrified to be alone. And Valerie had two children. "He just needs to walk me to the cabin. Alfarin is there and Bera. I'm about four months pregnant so they watch me like a hawk. They adore my boys. Hrolf loves to imitate Alfarin, the man is somewhat like a grandfather to him and Biorn. Besides, the men stopped bothering me long ago when I started pitching them on their asses. It got to be pretty embarrassing for them." Valerie told her to lock the latch in place until Hott returned, and she did. It took only a few moments for Hott to drop Valerie off before he came back for Vicki. She was both excited and fearful. She stood for a moment in front of him shaking. He was so big and she was going to be alone with him. 89

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Hott cupped her chin. "Poor little Valkyrie. So frightened. Some men are cruel. I'm not cruel, you will see." "Ulfr doesn't understand why I'm afraid," she whispered. "When you understand our words better you can tell him. Valerie explained to me. Ulfr had you tied and you wanted him," he said. "But I didn't want those others," she replied, her eyes desperate for him to see. "You thought they would kill you. There were three, all huge, one very cruel. They took you many times. Ulfr is one man. He will not kill you. You don't understand our ways. Our women would have been fearful of some pain and Viking warriors have great stamina, but they would know none would dare kill them. How could you know?" he said kindly. "Volundr brags you wanted him." Vicki groaned. Does everyone know? "I didn't want him," she ground out between clenched teeth. "Good. Anger is better than fear." Hott took the sword in his hand and hefted it. "Small and light, made for woman warrior," he declared. "No," Vicki scoffed. "A great warrior owned it, a man." "Must be very small man," Hott insisted. Vicki just shook her head. What is with men and size? Hott led her down to the clearing. They were alone. Vicki swung her sword and thrust. Hott nodded approval. He removed his own huge sword and Vicki shied back. "Come at me," he demanded. She looked at him uncertainly, remembering her last battle and how that ended, with her terrified and naked and in 90

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another century. His fingers motioned her forward and he was grinning in a nonthreatening gesture. Taking a deep breath, Vicki lunged. He turned at the last moment, grabbing her sword at the hilt from her startled hand and she went face first into the ground. Hott helped her up. "Move with sword, don't run at opponent. Watch my eyes as well as my weapon," he said. Vicki watched him move with his weapon. He was fantastic and powerful, his muscles rippled and flexed with his awesome strength, and she was intrigued. For hours, he showed her many moves, so much more in-depth than what she had learned over the years and she was panting in exhaustion when she finally fell to the ground. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped air in and out. Hott lifted her easily to her feet. He was studying her intently. "You big?" he asked. She shuffled her feet in embarrassment. "Yes." "I'm big," Hott said. That was an understatement, he was massive. "Very big," she said, nodding. "I'm a man." "Yes," she replied, wondering what he was getting at. "Here hold." He thrust his sword at her, pushing the hilt into her hands. She couldn't raise the tip from the ground it was so heavy and yet he stood before her not breaking a sweat or puffing like she was. "It's too heavy," she said. 91

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"You are not big. You do not have a man's strength. Even if untied, those men would have taken you. One of those men could have taken you, alone." She knew that. "I know it wasn't my fault," she insisted. "Not your fault no, and not what I mean. You will never have a man's strength." What was he getting at? That she could never defend herself? "I could have daughters one day. And strength isn't all you need. It takes skill to defeat an opponent, not just brute strength," she stormed at him. "You only want to feel safe and will not run from Ulfr or try to fight, he is too powerful. He is my brother," he said. "He worries for you. You cannot run or you could be hurt worse." Her eyes rose in surprise. "I would never take up arms against your brother, besides where would I go? The mist is gone. I really do only want to feel safe again." Hott nodded. "Perhaps I should teach Valerie to use a weapon. Although the woman could send a giant flying on his ass." "Don't you worry for your daughters' safety if and when they are born?" Vicki asked. "Yes." "Then teach your wife to use a sword. Give her back some power over her destiny. Please help me take some power back to feel safe again. I need this." Hott grinned and nodded. "I will have Alfarin make a sword to match your own for Valerie, and I will teach you both," he declared. **** 92

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Chapter 6 Ulfr returned later that night. He was pleased to find Vicki in his hut preparing dinner. He had been lucky and killed a bear. A huge, mean, cantankerous bugger that had been terrorizing the women and children when they went too far into the bush. He had gathered others to help him bring it in. All would partake in a feast in the next month and there would be much hunting and storing of meat, but the hide was his. The bear was big and fat, ready for his long sleep and his fur was full and thick. It should be enough to keep his little Valkyrie warm. He was delighted when she smiled shyly at him and handed him bread with butter and honey. He took a healthy bite and wrapped her in his arms. She smelled so good, like sweet smoke and outside freshness. He hung a flask full of Bera's potent brew on the wall peg. He had told the older woman of Vicki's tears the night before and she had made mention she was undoubtedly remembering what the men had done to her. The thought annoyed Ulfr. He didn't want her to be thinking about Volundr's cock; he wanted all her attention on his own. Bera had whacked him hard when he had said this. He had been surprised. She went on to say Vicki wasn't fantasizing over the man's cock but fearing it, and Ulfr was being a stupid man. Ulfr had been so confused. Bera had sat him down and explained to him when a woman was taken forcefully she was terrified. What if she were to be killed? Ulfr argued the men in camp wouldn't have 94

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killed her. Bera had smacked him again. How was Vicki to know this? Had he explained about the men in the village, or might she assume they could be like the ones who had destroyed their village? Bera had then confided to him she had been forced once by Falkor, the one whose eye Ulfr had blackened. The man was not just brutal but vicious, his were punishing cruel thrusts not meant for pleasure but pain. Falkor liked his women afraid when he was taking them and terrified when he was done with them. No doubt he had been the one who left the bruising to Vicki's behind. Just because no blood had been drawn didn't mean that no damage occurred. Ulfr had thought about that as he walked home. He had taken captives before, but it was for pleasure not to be hurtful. He had promised them all he wouldn't harm them or kill them; he had been rough but not cruel. He didn't like to see fear in a woman's eyes but desire, and his words were always calm and gentle, coaxing. He realized even if Falkor and the others had told Vicki they wouldn't kill her she wouldn't have understood, no matter their tone of voice. If Falkor had been cruel, no wonder she had thought she was about to die. He finally felt he understood her fear—or at least some of it. He had been such an idiot for thinking just because he wasn't one of the men who had attacked her that everything should stay the same. She would be leery of any man's touch. It wasn't a blow aimed directly toward him. Just because the men were no longer raping her didn't mean she still wasn't vulnerable. Who knew how often she thought about what 95

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happened? The attack could still be happening within her mind. Ulfr was beginning to realize he was the asshole jerk Valerie had called him the other day. "Dinner smells good," he said. "I made it all myself." Ulfr was pleased she was speaking his language, and was catching on so fast. It had helped she had already known a few words. He cupped her chin and squeezed her breast gently. She was now warily looking over at the flask he had brought in. "This is just fermented," he explained, his forehead pressed against hers. "No herbs, just drink. I want you to want me on your own." "I want that, too," she replied and his lips lightly kissed the top of her head. Ulfr sat at the table and ripped off a leg of the goose before him; it was tender and juicy. He downed a mug of ale and helped himself from various plates to more bread and some cheese and mashed turnip. He finished his meal off with some apple slices. Vicki was daintily eating her dinner, sipping from the flask and he could sense her apprehension. When she finished, she fumbled with the dishes and he helped her carry them to the stream to wash. He thought he might try and fish for breakfast in the morning. When he mentioned this to her, she just nodded. When they entered the hut, Ulfr watched as she slowly moved around the hut tidying things. He stripped and watched her. His cock was already half-hard. She looked at him. Her hands shook when she again took a deep long drink 96

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of the fermented beverage and he frowned. He wanted her relaxed, not drunk and passed out. Finally he rose when she sat at the table with her head bowed. Ulfr took her hand. He wasn't a cruel man, he knew that. He had taken frightened captives before and not harmed them the way his little Valkyrie looked—like she was wounded inside. He had taken Vicki's virginity and she had allowed him to; he had felt her passion and her eagerness. He knew she had wanted him in the wild abandoned way he had taken her with playful force, but she hadn't wanted the other men like that. They hadn't been playing with her. Ulfr understood some of her fear but not all of it. How could he? He was a massive warrior, he took women; women didn't take him. He was slowly beginning to understand consensual sex and gentle force weren't the same thing. Ulfr wanted her to want him the way she had, not remember the others. He then remembered what he had done when he had thought Valerie had been used cruelly after she had been stolen by renegades who had killed the women and children of their village. Ulfr had taken her at the springs, wanting to force the memories of any other man from her. Thankfully she hadn't been harmed by the other men, but she had told him if he had been there she would have wanted him. Ulfr went to Vicki and knelt before her. His hand cupped her face in a tender gesture. She looked at him with such longing. He could see her misery reflected within her moist eyes. She needed him to make things right, because she didn't know how. Underneath her vulnerable exterior he knew she was strong. She just needed to be reminded of that. She 97

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needed to know what happened between them—herself and Ulfr—was her choice. Ulfr filled with determination. Looking at her, at her fear, at her strength trying so hard to battle, he was overcome with emotion. He loved her; he felt he had loved her from the moment they met. The thought had been astounding. So long he had waited for the right woman and now he could see her slipping from his grasp. He couldn't allow that to happen. It was his fault. The thought alone made him want to die. He had to help her overcome her tidal wave of indecision or she would never stop asking to go home. It killed him inside when she uttered those words. He was her home. Ulfr guided Vicki to the furs. He took the flask and allowed her a few more swallows wanting her to be completely relaxed. The other men had forced her into submission; he wanted to lull her into wanting to give herself freely. She didn't struggle as he removed her clothing. She was shaking but didn't deny him. He could see her face was filled with a mask of confusion and yearning...and fear. His hands roamed her back and shoulders and she shivered. He leaned over and kissed her. The kiss lasted as their mouths tasted one another, with their tongues rolling together to dance. Vicki was panting when the kiss ended; he knew this part of their lovemaking didn't cause her distress, but other ways he touched her did. Ulfr cupped a perfect breast in his hand and squeezed gently. He laid her back and told her to close her eyes. She complied. He massaged and kneaded her breasts under his hands and she whimpered. 98

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"Did they hurt you here?" he asked. "Yes," she whispered. "I won't. Never would I harm you," he soothed. "I know you like a soft touch here. I will never squeeze painfully. I want you to feel pleasure, never pain, under my hands. Now look at me and watch my hands, little Valkyrie." Vicki opened her eyes and looked down as he rubbed at her gently. His hands looked so huge next to her pale delicate skin and he felt her tremble. His thumb stroked her nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. He trailed his fingers around her softness. He again told her to close her eyes and picture him doing this, only him. He said he wanted to give her enjoyment, not just take it. Her eyes closed. He strove harder than he ever had with any woman to be careful and pleasing. Soon her mouth opened to pant shallow breaths. His nose nuzzled her fragile throat. She smelt like he thought Valhalla would, like ocean spray and sunshine. Large fingers trailed through her silky hair and he tugged at her long blond strip thinking it added so much to her character. It was amusing to think of hair defiance, the idea made him grin with delight. He rolled her onto her belly and she whimpered again and tensed. He rubbed at her back and shoulders, moving down to her legs and behind. She was still bruised from where Falkor had gripped her so brutally. "They drew no blood but you were hurt," he said, remembering Bera's words. "They hurt you here and here too." Delicately his fingers traced over her forehead and then heart. "Yes," she whimpered. 99

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"You are my captive, little Valkyrie, not theirs. They never should have touched you." He felt her shiver when he took her wrists in his hands and tied them. "I will not kill you; I will not hurt you. You are safe with me." Very carefully he slid his greased fingers into her behind and she quivered. She was panting, in fear or want he wasn't certain and he strove harder to make himself less fearful to her. "I won't hurt you," he crooned. "Wolf," she whimpered. "You belong to me," he said gruffly. She nodded. "I'm going to take you." She nodded again. "If I frighten you, I promise I will stop. Trust me?" "Yes." Ulfr wasn't certain if he should, feeling at a loss, but he reenacted her attack. He gagged her and tied her ankles, only he made absolutely certain her bonds were loose. If she chose she could pull free. It was his intention to make her feel safe when she was helpless. When he lifted her, her eyes were wild. His one hand rubbed at her beautiful breast. "It's me, little Valkyrie, only me and you won't be hurt." He cuddled her to his chest and rocked her to and fro. He kissed the top of her head. He asked her again to trust him and she nodded. He carried her to the table and settled her before him on her belly. She was as vulnerable as the day it had happened. She whimpered but remained motionless. Very carefully he rubbed more grease into her behind and she 100

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began shaking. He knew Falkor had rammed the grease in and over her in his hurry and had not taken the time to prepare her. She moaned and whimpered again. "I won't hurt you," he soothed in a gentle tone as the others should have done. "Don't be afraid. You won't be harmed or killed." Ulfr's large arm wrapped around her to cushion her from hitting the hard table. The other men hadn't and he had noted the bruises to her tender belly. The sight had infuriated him. He slowly slid into her behind. He didn't thrust cruelly but rocked against her as carefully as he could. She was making gasping, muffled, fearful sounds, like the ones he had heard the day he found her in this position. "Easy, little one. You are completely helpless and at my mercy. I have mercy," he said. He continued to rock against her. His one hand stroked tenderly against her back and behind. He kept up a constant talk of endearments. He reminded her of their first time at the springs. He told her he knew then she was the one for him. There would never be another more special in his heart. He groaned on his next words when he told her how amazing she felt beneath him. She was so perfect, so beautiful and finally he felt her begin to relax. His fingers felt under her coaxingly and he worked them up into her heat. She couldn't move against him but he felt her tighten and relax and tighten and he grinned. Her panting gasps increased and he felt her wetness on his hand when she came. She whimpered again.

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"It's all right," he soothed. "It's fine to feel release. We both know you never wanted them; you were afraid and that's what makes it different. Don't be afraid." He removed his fingers from inside her and both hands held her hips tightly higher, and away from her bruising. "I'm going to take you now, little Valkyrie. I won't be vicious but rough and a bit brutal. Are you ready for me?" he asked. She shuddered again but gave a quick nod. Her eyes squeezed shut. Ulfr removed his cock and thrust it back in until he was buried deep within her behind. She screamed, and her head lifted from the table. He waited until she settled back down. He removed himself and thrust again. Again she screamed and her head lifted. The third time he thrust she moaned and stayed still beneath him, her cheek resting on the wood. He bucked and rocked into her, his large hands holding her in place with gentle force. He wanted her to remember only him thrusting within her. He wasn't certain if that was possible but he wanted her to at least understand he wasn't those men. He would have stopped if she had but shaken her head no, they hadn't even when she had begged pitifully. Before long the moans and whimpers she made weren't like the sounds he had heard coming from her before. They were sighs and acceptance. He was as rough as he dared to be. She remained submissive beneath him. It felt so good to thrust himself within her, but he slowed eventually. There was something else he needed to do the men hadn't. Ulfr pulled out and wiped his cock on a wet dripping cloth held in a bowl on the table. "You are mine, little Valkyrie. The 102

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other men would never be allowed to do this unless you belonged to them." He untied her ankles and spread her legs wide for him. His large arm once more cushioned her vulnerable tender flesh. He thrust his cock into her vaginal heat. She moaned and closed around him. He began very gently. So far she had trusted him; he wanted the trust to continue. "You are safe with me," he crooned. "I will never leave you unprotected again." He heard her responding whimper. He felt her clench him and release as he rocked within her. Lovingly his hand rose to lift a lock of her hair that had fallen across her eyes. He could feel his tremors build as he maintained his control. "Let me have you, little Valkyrie," he said, his voice soft, coaxing. Ever so slightly her chin rose and fell in acceptance, it was enough. His pace increased. Her velvety texture was so enticing when he removed himself he couldn't wait to be buried inside her again. Tiny sounds emerged from her throat driving him wild with the desire he felt for her. He roared when he came and continued to thrust until he felt her juices flow over him. He slumped onto her back for a few moments as he caught his breath. He could see Vicki's face. Her eyes were closed but not tightly squeezed shut. She wasn't sobbing, just breathing hard. He removed her gag and slowly rose over her. He untied her hands and turned her in his arms. "Will I be your captive forever?" she whispered. 103

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"Only until you agree to be my wife," he replied and stroked her hair. "If I agree will you have to stop taking me like that?" she asked a bit shyly. "I will only stop when you become too pregnant for me to put my arms around your waist to cushion a babe safely," he replied and grinned in delight when she offered a tentative smile back at him. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 7 Vicki was tired. She was in the cabin sitting at a table with a few of the other women. The days were growing colder as one month slipped into the next. There had been much to organize for the long winter ahead. They had spent the day preparing for a feast. There was bear and elk to cook, a few boars and mutton and many fowl of all types. They had also harvested what they could from the surrounding fields and it was time to relax. Vicki laughed at that, only the men and children seemed to be able to relax while the women still worked their asses off. She shook her head; it was still the same in her own century. Vicki had been practicing swordplay with Hott and Valerie for the last month and a half. Her arms grew used to the larger sword. She had been accustomed to using a saber for fencing, or a European dueling sword. She was familiar with a katana. She had perfected her quick footwork and could riposte—or double-time. She could hack in a single motion in single time. Hott worked heavily with her on the art of cutting verses thrusting. Percussive damage. Hott gave high praises when earned and derogatory comments...also when earned. She was getting better. Her confidence was growing as was her skill. She could almost lift Hott's sword and he had laughed at her efforts, telling her Alfarin had made it for him alone. She had admired it. What wouldn't a historian give for an original? 105

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Hott had been patient and to her embarrassment, more than just a little suggestive. He had given her winks and a few times squeezed her behind while teaching her to use the sword and hinting she was more than able to play with his other sword. It was obvious he wanted her. Valerie had just shaken her head and rolled her eyes at a few of her husband's lewd comments. Vicki realized with some surprise that the woman could care less if Hott had sex with her. She was Ulfr's and Hott was the only one in the village who had Ulfr's permission to take her—if she agreed. When Vicki had asked Valerie curiously why she wouldn't mind, Valerie had smiled and asked her to think about Ulfr's huge cock thumping up her ass when she was nine months pregnant. Vicki had shuddered. Valerie laughed and told her she expected Vicki would want her to return the favor when the time came. Valerie wanted Hott nowhere near her in her last trimester. Vicki had blushed. She knew Hott was only allowed to take her behind and she admitted she was curious. He was a handsome brute, not as handsome as Ulfr, but decidedly the only male in the village who came close. And she wasn't afraid of him. She had even had a very kinky dream of the both of them having her. Ulfr had told her his brother was very gentle with women. She was becoming more confident and secure in the furs as well and allowed Ulfr anything he wanted to try with her. Ulfr had been screwing the heck out of her. He took her pussy, her mouth, her ass; she never had a moment's rest with the man. He was insatiable and the thought made her 106

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chuckle, he was a driving force...literally, when it involved her body. Ulfr had demanded she marry him after one of their heated romps. She had once more been tied and bound and gagged and over the table and gasping for breath, when he insisted she was his and they would wed in the spring and have a huge feast. Vicki wasn't certain what to say. There were times she still wanted to go home, but whenever she mentioned the word home, Ulfr became upset, insisting this was her home and she belonged here with him. She loved Ulfr, she loved his touch and his taste and their satisfying sex life, but there remained unresolved issues in her mind. Ulfr didn't understand she had just vanished from her time. She had family and friends who would worry. She knew in this time none of them existed as of yet, but she wasn't sure if life was continuing in her time or had stopped the day she disappeared. She often wondered if she were to return if it would be at the exact same moment she had left. Vicki was still keeping her sword use from Ulfr. She knew Ulfr had come to the conclusion he had made her feel safe again and seemed well pleased with his accomplishment. She supposed he had, but there were other factors involved. She wasn't certain when would be the right time to tell him. Ulfr didn't think women were to take up arms, and he insisted he could protect her, as it was his job. It was definitely a dilemma. Vicki's thoughts were interrupted when Volundr came and sat beside her. He grinned at her. Vicki studied him openly without fear. He normally found some reason to be near her 107

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when she was in the cabin. He was huge, handsome, not too bright, but she realized he was young. It was obvious he had developed a crush on her. He still honestly believed he had done nothing wrong to her and that he had coaxed her into wanting him when he had her. She remembered the words he had spoken to her when he had taken her forcefully, only now she understood them. He had promised not to hurt her or kill her, and he would be gentle. He had claimed she was beautiful. But Vicki hadn't understood him then; she had been terrified and he didn't understand why. "I will be behind the cabin near the woods if you want to come beneath me again. You made me very happy when I had you. I had been so worried you were frightened of me when I saw your tears, until I felt you shudder and submit. You are so beautiful. I wish you were mine. I want to take you alone this time, just me, no pounding Falkor. I was worried he had hurt you. You looked so afraid when he took you and I was angry when I told him to be gentler and he wouldn't. I will be gentle like last time and not harm you," he said and winked. Vicki didn't want to make an enemy of him, but she also didn't want him to think she was interested. He could corner her some day if she bruised his ego, then he might think to hurt her. A spurned young barbarian man could be dangerous—especially one who wore a sword and dagger and could cut a massive tree down to toothpicks or matchsticks without breaking a sweat. "I belong to Wolf. I would not risk his anger, as he is a very powerful warrior and I am only a defenseless woman. If 108

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you want me, you must ask him for permission," she replied. She knew Ulfr would most likely break one of his bones if Volundr broached the subject. The thought obviously occurred to Volundr and he frowned in concern. When Ulfr suddenly appeared glaring, the young man practically ran and hid. Vicki and the other women smiled and giggled. Ulfr just shook his head in obvious annoyance. "That boy needs a woman," he grouched. "He has turned Finna's head," Bera said and smiled. Vicki looked at the young girl Finna who blushed. She was no more than thirteen. Vicki wondered how any woman could want a man who forced women, and then she remembered she was in a different place that may as well be a different world. And she doubted Volundr would ever harm Finna. He was at least eight or nine years her senior. Finna had grown up around him, she wasn't a captive and her father and brother would remove his balls if he touched her. Vicki envied Finna her protection. Vicki knew Ulfr protected her, but she wasn't married and was still considered his captive. Though no one specifically mentioned it, she had come to the conclusion even if she were raped a second time no one would regard it as necessarily wrong, unless she wed Ulfr. Her status from captive to wife would protect her—at least somewhat. That night the feasting and drinking went on well into the night. They danced and laughed and celebrated life. Everyone partook of much ale, mead and Bera's fermented beverage was doubly powerful for the occasion. Vicki felt uninhibited 109

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abandon take over her. It was so wild and free in this era and the fermented beverage had been in abundance. Everyone was relaxing and indulging in a little fun after such hard work. She saw a couple off to the side enjoying one another. Another couple was soon engaged in a threesome, then foursome. She shivered when she saw the woman accept a man into her mouth and behind and then front. It was strangely exciting and the woman looked well pleased with the arrangement as did the men. Vicki felt adventurous and flirted a little with the other men, mostly those who had been kind to her, knowing she was safe. Ulfr kept a close protective eye on her. Valerie had excused herself early when things became rowdy and pleaded pregnancy tired her. She also had Biorn and Hrolf to tuck into bed. She was staying in the cabin that evening in an addition added for women and children on such nights as these with others to guard them from intruders while all were occupied. She was under the protective eye of Alfarin, a father-type figure who Vicki had learned had taken a shine to the young woman after he had lost his only daughter in the raid. Vicki had wondered about Hott when she lost sight of him, but assumed he had gone to his wife. Ulfr pulled her laughing, by the hand, from the cabin, stopping every few feet for a kiss under the brilliant stars, while his hands groped her intimately. She was nude by the time she reached the hut. Her nipples had hardened in the frigid night air but she felt surprisingly hot. Vicki was somewhat surprised to see the hearth blazing when they entered the hut. Fresh logs had been added and the hut was warm and welcoming. The glow 110

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from the fire gave off enough light for the atmosphere to be sexy. The outer corners were dark and mysterious. Ulfr set his sword off to the side, stripped and then pulled her into his arms on top of their furs. He kissed wildly at her face, her neck and lips. She was lying over him in record time. Vicki's mouth lowered to pull his hard hot length in and she sucked on him like a Popsicle. Ulfr had his hand on her head pushing her lower onto him and she took in as much as she was able, loving his sweet taste. She stroked and licked at him the way he liked and she grinned hearing his grunts and groans as his desire built. She could tell tonight would be especially hot and kinky with him. Soon Ulfr lifted her onto his hips and his cock slid into her vaginal heat. She moaned thinking how wonderful it felt. She tossed her head back while Ulfr ravished her throbbing breasts with huge gentle fingers. She cried out in surprise when she felt another pair of hands rub her back. "Easy, it's just me, don't be afraid," Hott whispered and Ulfr chuckled at her stunned look. Vicki realized then Hott had gotten there before them. He had started the blaze in the hearth and must have been waiting for them in the shadows. Vicki felt a blush creep up her neck and face knowing they had been watched. Her entire body shivered when Hott ran his hand down her backside. Warm lips kissed at the nape of her neck and she heard him again murmuring soothing words. She knew both men meant to take her and she felt her excitement rise, thinking of the threesomes and foursomes she had watched at the cabin earlier. 111

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Vicki was lifted high onto Ulfr's cock and she felt Hott's slick fingers rub down her hips until they were feeling up her bottom. A huge finger dipped into her behind and she groaned. Hott leaned her forward and his cock slid in next and she moaned. Both men rocked against her and the feeling was incredible. She had been imagining what it would be like to have them both—two huge, hot powerful men at the same time. Hott had been so suggestive that day until she had grown wet between her thighs thinking of having them together. They thumped and rocked against her. Both steadied their rhythm until they each thrust in at the same time and she came fast and hard, gasping for breath. Hott's cock was as big as Ulfr's but his was more a gentle thrusting. She was feeling so horny she wanted him harder. "Hott, please harder," she pleaded. Hott pushed into her more forcefully and she moaned and slumped forward into Ulfr's hands. He squeezed and played with her breasts. She begged for more. Ulfr came beneath her and he pulled himself out from under her. Vicki watched as he preformed what he called his warrior cleansing ritual. He had explained to her, his voice and tone serious, it was a warrior's test of self-control. Valerie had pulled her aside when Vicki had questioned her, almost wriggling with curiosity. Ulfr had mentioned it was an idea of Odin's, Valerie had insisted. Valerie had told Vicki it was just an easy way for her to maintain some type of sanitation. Quite proudly she had explained it was a practice of most men in the village, including Hott. During their private talk Valerie had also gone on to explained in depth other little 'luxuries' she had 112

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incorporated into village life. Vicki had giggled. So that's why ninth century Vikings had outhouses. Now impatient, Ulfr shoved his cock into her mouth while Hott screwed her ass harder. She felt Ulfr harden again in her mouth and Hott worked his fingers into her pussy. She came again and shuddered. "Do you want to play?" Ulfr asked her in his deep sultry voice. She knew exactly what he meant. Did she want them to both bend her to their will? She quivered and nodded her head yes. When Ulfr was hard he removed himself from her mouth and pushed her face down into the furs while her ass stayed in the air being pumped into harder still by Hott. Ulfr tied her hands behind her back and gagged her. He knew she wouldn't change her mind; she just liked the feeling of complete submission when she knew she was in no danger. Vicki made little moaning gasps as Hott moved against her more powerfully and faster. His rock-hard hips collided with her and she would have been pushed forward if he hadn't held her so tightly. He howled his release and Ulfr picked her up and took her to the table. He tied her ankles and wasting no time, thrust his cock up her ass. Hott pulled her gag down and made her suck him. She worked his thick cock in her mouth while Ulfr was merciless with her behind. He bucked and rocked against her and she gasped in air over Hott's growing cock while she licked and kissed at him. Ulfr thrust hard and deep, his hands pushing her hips down to keep her from moving, and kept her from banging 113

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into the table. He bellowed loudly and Hott removed his now swollen cock from her mouth. Ulfr was in front of her again, he wiped his cock off and pushed it past her lips when Hott thrust up her ass again. Vicki moaned when she came; she felt so hot and Ulfr worked more of his cock past her lips with her mouth open wide. She slumped on the table and suckled Ulfr as he slid himself in and out of her mouth. His hands were buried in her hair and she felt him move her head up and down him. Hott thrust harder, then his fingers found her clit and she shuddered. She felt her juices flow over him and he came with a grunt. Ulfr was hard again in her mouth. He pulled himself out and replaced her gag. He went behind her and put the tip of his penis in her behind. He rubbed her bottom, then gripped her hips very tightly to keep her from moving and then thrust deeply into her ass. He removed himself slowly, excruciatingly so, then thrust up in a powerful almost punishing plunge. He removed himself very slowly and then again thrust up in a ramming gesture, grunting hard. She knew what he was doing. He told her once men did this to tame their captives; it was a much better alternative to beating them. If their captives gave them complete control they would show mercy. She resisted for a few of his thrusts, wiggling and twisting, knowing it was just part of the game and he would be unconcerned if she struggled. It felt so exciting to resist when it was part of their play. She was helpless and soon relaxed completely and felt him thrust hard again. She gasped and accepted him each time he thrust and exhaled when he slid out. He told her once the men had 114

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contests to see who could thrust the most times. Ten times he thrust hard and retreated. She moaned and held still. She heard him groan when he came. He leaned forward and asked in a whisper if she liked it, she shuddered and nodded. "Are you up for it?" Ulfr asked his brother. She felt Hott rubbing her back and bottom. Ulfr's hands were holding her waist. Hott chuckled. "Oh, I'm up all right," he declared. Vicki quivered when the tip of his head slipped into her ass knowing it would start again. She felt both men grip her to keep her from moving. Hott rammed hard enough so his entire cock buried inside her. Her behind was well slicked and she gasped when the fullness engulfed her. He felt as good as Ulfr. She wiggled and twisted again in mock defiance and both men chuckled, knowing she wasn't going anywhere. Hott pulled out so slowly. It was the waiting that was hardest, wondering when he would thrust again. He thrust up again quickly and she groaned and held still. Hott would know how to tame a captive. "Yield, little Valkyrie," Ulfr said. She had yielded but knew they were acting. She whimpered and her heart pounded in excitement. Hott thrust again. She came when he thrust next. Hott plunged and retreated twelve times. She heard Ulfr laugh and say he would best him next time. With Hott's cock still up her behind, Vicki closed her eyes in utter exhaustion. She had almost fallen asleep by the time Ulfr untied her and carried her to his furs. 115

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Ulfr woke to little moans and grunts. Hott was pumping into Vicki's ass. She wasn't tied but his brother held her wrists together behind her back. She was gagged and her eyes were closed. Hott was moving quickly against her but he was always so gentle with women. He grunted when he came and rubbed her bottom. He looked over at Ulfr and smiled. "We didn't want to wake you," he said. He released Vicki's wrists and she lay down before them. She kept her gag on. Ulfr moved to her and turned her onto her back. He gripped her wrists over her head and thrust his cock into her heat. She cried out under the gag and closed her eyes again. Ulfr rocked against her lazily for a while until Hott moved closer to them. His brother's cock was hard again. Ulfr turned her sideways and Hott was able to thrust himself into her ass. Ulfr had released her wrists and she reached up to remove her gag so she could gasp in air as they began to thump hard against her. She cried out under them as they took her harder. Her hand gripped Ulfr's arm as she braced herself pleading for more. She felt so good and Ulfr was happy she accepted his brother. She moaned and gasped and Ulfr grunted when he came. All three slumped in a heap when they were finished. "I'm starving," she mumbled. "So am I," Ulfr said huskily. He moved to her mouth and pushed his cock past her lips. Hott dressed while Ulfr rocked against her. Hott left, telling Ulfr to bring her to the cabin when they finished. Ulfr just nodded. 116

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Vicki's hands were on him, rubbing his chest and arms. Her fingers moved lower to play with his globes. She touched him very gently and then gripped his penis with her hands. Using both her hands and mouth she had him hard. His hands clutched hard in her soft hair when he came in her mouth. When he pulled away she lay with her eyes closed. Ulfr rose and dressed. He went to her a few moments later and gently cupped her chin and kissed her. "Bring me back something," she pleaded. "I can barely move." "Are you all right?" he asked. "Perfect," she replied. He smiled at her satisfied grin. She turned and lay belly down snuggling into the warm furs and skins. Ulfr threw a thick bear fur over her. "I'll be right back," he said and closed the door behind him. He looked around when he left the hut; no one was about. He guessed everyone was still sleeping at the cabin. Vicki woke to a small sound. "Wolf?" she asked and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She gazed fearfully at Falkor who was rubbing the front of his pants, she could see his bulge growing larger and she remembered the size and feel of his huge penis as it hammered viciously into her behind. She scrambled to her feet with the fur clutched up tightly. "I'm Wolf's," she said in panic. "You're still a captive." His cock sprung free. "Wolf will be right back," she declared and moved back. 117

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"Volundr is running interference. He can't get the feel of your sweet ass off his mind and he's so desperate to hammer himself into you again, he agreed to help me. He's keeping Ulfr busy while I take you. You're going to keep quiet about it or I will kill you. When I'm done you will meet Volundr later in the forest near the cabin and then both of us will tie you and pound into you until you scream." "No," she whimpered and began shaking. "Each time we want you, you will find a way to come with us. I saw you last night being taken by Hott and Ulfr on the table. They took you like the captive you are and you panted for it. I can't wait to have you again the same way. Don't worry, I won't bruise you this time, just slam into you. I don't want Ulfr to find out." "It's my choice how they took me. I wanted them, but not you," she whimpered. "Whether or not you want it, you're going to get it," he said. He grinned and rubbed his cock harder, alternately stroking it in his hands and he grew longer and thicker. Vicki couldn't take her eyes off it. He moved steadily closer and Vicki was breathing so hard she couldn't scream. When he got close enough he lunged for her and Vicki found her voice. She also found her sword. She came at him swinging. His look was priceless but she was terrified. The element of surprise was on her side. His cock was stiff and high and he released himself to grab his own sword when Vicki thrust straight at his balls. Vicki swung at him for all she was worth and their 118

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blades clashed and sparks flew. Never again would any man take her by force. She screamed louder in fury each time her blade hit his and soon he was backing out the hut door. She almost lobbed his head off with her next strike. "Leave—me—alone," she demanded through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Vicki parleyed one of his thrusts and with a move Hott had taught her, she was up high then spun low and her blade came sideways across his broad chest drawing a brilliant streak of blood in an eight-inch long cut. She heard a gasp and noted people were standing around them. Mouths gaping in stunned surprised Os. "She drew first blood," Bera whispered loudly. "And on a warrior twice her size," another man, Varr, said louder. "Ulfr, you didn't mention your captive was a warrior woman," Alfarin chided. "She's too small to be a warrior woman," Geirr scoffed. "Then you take her on," Varr replied. Geirr just shuffled his feet. Ulfr came forward and gripped Vicki into his arms. She noted she was nude and all eyes were on her. She turned and buried her face into Ulfr's shoulder. She sobbed out what had happened and told them what Falkor had said and what he and Volundr planned on doing with her. Ulfr's look turned murderous and he set her from him then gripped his sword. He was all over Falkor who stumbled over his feet in an effort 119

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to keep the murderous man from killing him. Another clash was heard when Hott took up arms against Volundr. Valerie came forward and pulled Vicki into Ulfr's hut and told her to dress quickly. When the women left the hut, Falkor lay on the ground dead and Volundr was lying on his side bleeding. He looked terrified when Hott lifted his blade. His hand splayed fearfully before him. "No!" Volundr shouted. "What Falkor told her was not true. I did want her, but Falkor said he would be gentle with the little captive and not harm her. I told him he was not to take her like he had last time and he agreed he had been too rough. He told me he was sorry for hurting you, Vicki, and wanted to show you he could be gentle. I believed him. Vicki, I would have been as careful as the last time. I would have made certain Falkor kept his word. I wouldn't have hurt you; you are so sweet and beautiful. I have never been cruel to any woman in this village." Most women nodded in agreement. "Valerie," Volundr called, his voice desperate. "I cornered you once in the river with others, but I told you my intent was not to harm. I wasn't mean to Vicki. I would never be. Women should never be beaten or threatened with murder." Vicki closed her eyes tight. She was so angry at Volundr's words and at the men who had taken her by force. The young man laid sobbing, his eyes wide in fear and confusion. She realized he believed what he said. He felt if he took a woman gently it was still all right if it was by force because he wasn't harming her if he was thrusting carefully and muttering kind words and not beating her. Vicki understood it was how he 120

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was raised, how all the men in the village were raised including Ulfr. The thought angered her, but still she wasn't certain if she was happy or angry Hott spared his life. She just wished her thoughts would vanish. "I will not have evil men in this village who would think to torture another man's wife, captive or property!" Hott yelled. "Falkor betrayed my brother, and he got what he deserved." Vicki could see there were some who agreed and others disagreed. The words 'only a captive' reached her ears. Vicki was appalled some men still thought it their right to harm a woman. Apparently so did Ulfr, his words were angry and directed toward the disagreeing men. "What right did Falkor have to instruct my captive to keep secrets from her captor?" he bellowed. A few more men nodded; apparently this was logic they understood. "What right did Falkor have to use my captive when permission wasn't granted? How many of your women has he injured behind your backs and told them to stay silent or die? We do not murder our women; we were shown how valuable they are when they were taken away. Will it be you who risks Odin's wrath?" He gave Geirr, who was shaking his head while pulling his pregnant woman close, a piercing glare. The other men were now studying their wives, a few women looked fearful and the thought was now rooted in the men's minds—had their women been injured by Falkor? It was indeed a possibility.

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"My brother is right," Hott said. "I will not risk losing my family again because Odin thinks they are safer with him than in our protection." "Ulfr still should have mentioned he had brought back a warrior woman," Rollo grumbled. "There was no ruse on my brother's part!" Hott bellowed. "I taught the woman how to defend herself so she could one day defend her daughters. I am teaching my wife as well. If there are any other interested women in the camp I will teach you, too." "Great, now once we've been tossed on our asses ,we'll be run through," Rollo grumbled. Vicki saw Valerie snicker behind her hand. Ulfr strode to Vicki and gripped her hands. "Is this true, about fighting? You learned that move from Hott, didn't you? That's how you drew Falkor's blood, isn't it?" "Yes," she replied. "After the men attacked me, I needed to do something to feel safe." "Then it wasn't me who helped you through your ordeal," Ulfr said. "It was because of you I wanted to learn," she began and he looked confused. "You have asked me to wed you; will that alone keep me safe? What happens when I have a baby or babies? What if I was too fearful to defend them? What would you think if I had given in to Falkor's demands and you found out? Or worse, never found out? I can't stay here if I'm always terrified. I can't live my life huddled in a corner. You showed me that I am safe with you while in your arms. What about the other times?" 122

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"I have kept you safe," Ulfr said. Vicki became angry. She pulled herself away from him and glared at him. "I was attacked when you left me alone. You know what the men here are like. Still you left me bound and gagged without thought to my safety and look what happened. I was attacked again in the hut now while you were out just getting breakfast. I need to protect myself. I need to feel safe. More importantly, I need to know I alone can keep me safe, no matter where you or Hott are." Ulfr was frowning. "All women have some fear, that is what keeps them out of harm's way," he mumbled. "You're a dumbass!" Vicki howled in English. He frowned at her words not understanding and she heard Valerie's obviously explain the derogatory statement. Ulfr blinked in surprise then scowled and reached for her arm and Vicki tossed him on his ass. She glared down on him. "You will never smack my behind as punishment again!" she bellowed. A few of the men chuckled and some of the women nodded and glared at their men. "You Valkyrie women of the mist are too much of a handful for me. Praise sunny days and snowstorms," a young man declared and strode off. Ulfr was now on his feet. "I only did it to keep you protected!" he yelled. "You only did it to keep me in line," she retorted. "You want to be the big man and protect me. So protect me. Help me learn to fight better." 123

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The two stood glaring at one another for a moment and Vicki spun on her heels and strode away. She still held her sword in her hand and placed it into a new sheath Hott had made for her. There was new surety in her step. "Where are you going?" Ulfr demanded. "Breakfast!" she stormed over her shoulder. "Some of us haven't eaten today." **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 8 Vicki swung her sword in an easy, fluid motion. She was in the clearing where she trained with Hott. She was alone and wasn't afraid or worried at the thought. She heard the whoosh, whoosh as she waved her weapon back and forth. The day had turned crisp and clear, the leaves had either turned or fallen and the scent of snow was in the air. Her grip on the weapon was easy, not tight. It became an extension of herself. Human and steel worked as a team. She had done it. She had empowered herself. But at what cost? While eating breakfast she had been privy to many looks, amusement, worry and most importantly—respect. But it had hurt her to see the look on Ulfr's face. Why couldn't he understand? She heard the rustle of feet behind her and she knew it was Ulfr. She knew how he sounded, his gait. She continued her exercise for a few moments more. When she stopped, her breath was heavy and she was sweating. She turned to face him. "I need this," she simply said. "You were right about the men. I should have known," he began. "I thought because you were mine no one would dare." "And you thought because I was yours, I wouldn't dare. But I have. If I stay it will be on my terms," she told him. "I am not your captive. I'm a person. If you can't deal with that then I need to leave and find my way home." 125

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Ulfr stood before her. He looked so sad. "When those men forced you they turned you into a possession. Theirs for the taking. You took yourself back without me. What am I if not your protector?" Vicki looked equally sad. "You're not ready for an equal, a partner in life. You seem to think all women should be weak and defenseless." "I am used to control," he replied. "I need some, too," she whispered. "But you have control. When you said yes to me, to what we did. Will Falkor and the others destroy us?" "You took me back to the rape and made me face my fears. I don't fear you. I only feared you when you were swinging your sword at me. Your touch has been patient. I wasn't rushed by you. I never thought I would enjoy sex the way we have it, especially after what happened. But because of your excitement and sweet coaxing I wasn't afraid to try. You can't keep me tied and bound forever at your side to make me feel safe and to make you feel in control. I don't know what to do," she admitted. "If I could take it back, what happened with those men, I would. I don't know what to think about you being a warrior woman. When we make love, when we play, you let me have control but it's an illusion. I know now it's an illusion, but to be faced so directly with it," he said pleadingly. "But it doesn't mean you would force me. I know you would stop if I asked. Wolf, I feel strong and yet broken. I want to feel your power, it makes me feel safe, but at the same time I still need to know I make myself feel safe. Don't 126

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be hurt, please, it's not a reflection on you or your manhood," she said pleadingly. He nodded and looked lost in thought. He took her by the hand and began leading her away. Farther and farther they went and the entire time Vicki could hear him muttering words of prayer to Odin. They passed the hot springs and still he went further. To Vicki's surprise she began to see the mist swirl, surrounding them. Ulfr stopped and cupped her face in his hands for a moment. He then took her sword and studied it. "Only you can decide where home is," he told her. She took her sword back. "And I can only find it with this. I'm sure of it," she declared. He looked so frustrated and angry and she jumped when he bellowed loudly, "Odin I beg you to fix this!" The rolling mist began to billow in heavy thick sheets. It enclosed them both and the foliage soon vanished, hidden in the mist. Vicki's thoughts grew hazy as though invaded with the steaming surroundings. Ulfr began to blur in her vision. Her feet grew shaky and the ground beneath her seemed to move and sway. Ulfr gripped her hand tighter and he led her further into the mist. She couldn't focus. What was happening? Where was she? All around her, the world began to darken. But it's midday. Her heart began to pound and she felt terrified. The sword was suddenly glowing in her hand for a few seconds, before extinguishing. She couldn't feel Ulfr's fingers clasped in hers anymore. Where was he? "Wolf?" she called. No answer. 127

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She ran farther into the woods in confusion. The full moon shone overhead to give her ample light. It wasn't anywhere near to being a full moon when they left. The scent of snow was no longer in the cool night air. She shifted her tight bra and scratched at her fur coverings and when she looked down, she was back in her Halloween costume. What the hell is going on? When she stopped, breathless, Ulfr was before her. He struck the sword from her hands with a brutal thrust from his own. He then snatched her weapon from the ground. "Wolf? What's wrong?" she asked, feeling wary. His look was stern and she felt a cold chill race up her spine. He looked like he didn't know her. "Yield, Valkyrie," he demanded. He was speaking English, but how was that possible? It was just like before when they first met. "Wolf?" she whimpered. He leveled his sword at her, pointing it at her heart. She realized, fearfully, he didn't remember her. She moved further back into the mist with him following. "I yield, Wolf. Please, I'm yours." Her hands splayed pleadingly before her and she begged him not to hurt her. She knew she would be safe if she was completely submissive. He wouldn't ever harm a frightened unarmed woman. He came closer and closer while the mist rolled and billowed about. Vicki continued her retreat until suddenly the mist cleared. Her eyes blinked in stunned surprise. As she watched, Ulfr began to lose his clothing. It aged and withered 128

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Chapter 9 Ulfr shook his head. He was stumbling about in the mist. He could hear Vicki ahead of him gasping and panting, racing through the woods. Worried for her safety, he raced to her with his sword drawn. He was filled with confusion. It was so dark out. It hadn't been dark a few moments ago. Perhaps that was why she sounded so harried. He ran faster in his need to get to her. Ulfr was stunned when he reached her. She was nude, holding her sword in front of her and she was terrified. "Vicki?" he asked. She whimpered up at him. She was shaking and sobbing pitifully, a trembling hand was splayed. He said her name again, but she cried harder. She began to speak in her strange language and he tilted his head with some frustration. He wondered why she had switched to her home tongue; she knew he couldn't understand her. By her pitiful tone she was obviously pleading for her life. Why was she so afraid of him? She knew he would never hurt her, he loved her. Ulfr looked around. It was night, and oddly warmer, like the first night they met. The moon was full—it wasn't time for a full moon yet. Vicki was looking at him like she had no idea who he was. He felt the hair rise on the back of his neck—it really is the first night we met. Odin had done this, he had put time back to set things right. But why did Vicki not remember and he did? It was an obvious gift from Odin. The 130

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God had erased her memories to spare her, so she hadn't been raped, or terrified into submission. Ulfr was given a second chance to save her. Grinning he moved toward her. She screamed in terror. Her sword slowly slipped to the forest floor. Her knees buckled. Ulfr grabbed her before she could hit the ground. He carried Vicki within his arms. The poor little thing was shivering with cold. He was heading with her to the hot springs to warm her as he had the last time. His breathing was rapid. She looked up at him terrified and he said soothing words. Her face ducked into his neck as if to hide. When they reached the springs he set her on her behind near a pool of heated spring water and he stripped. The water splashed when he jumped in. He tugged her into the pool with him. Ulfr was delighted. As before, he cupped the heated water over her to get rid of her chill. He hadn't meant to take his captive originally until they reached the village the first time they had met, but she had been so responsive to his gentle touch. It was different now, so much better. He knew she had wanted him and he felt himself harden in anticipation. He didn't think of her as a captive any longer but as his soon-tobe mate. He could start again with this knowledge. Only now he knew everything about her—her wants, her naughty desires. Her heated sexual needs were as hot and lusty as his own. And best of all he already knew he loved her. Ulfr tasted her skin, nipping at her and suckling her sweetness. She pushed at his hands but he knew she was aroused, as he could see it in her eyes. Just like last time. She had shyly told him in their furs one night she had wanted 131

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him in the hot springs the first night they met. He had been so gentle and sweetly coaxing. Ulfr's fingers slid inside her and pumped with care. She was a virgin—he knew she would be. He had begged Odin to set things right and give him a second chance. He had let his little Valkyrie be raped by accident and she had turned warrior. A woman was never supposed to take up arms. Ulfr would protect her like he should have before. He knew where her anger had stemmed. Nothing she could do would ever make him so angry as to leave her alone and defenseless. He had learned his lesson. Never again would she be placed in a position of vulnerability. She was no longer a warrior woman, but his timid little gift. She was as unskilled as the first time they met. She would have no memory of how Hott had taught her to wield a sword. It was up to him to take care of her again, and by the Gods he would. Ulfr pushed her back against the wall. She looked bewildered and more than a bit afraid, and her breathing was rapid. He tried to remain in control, but it was difficult when he already knew she hungered for his touch. He probed his fingers higher and felt her tight, exquisite heat beckon him. She moved back and he pulled her close, she did it again and he smiled; she was all ready pumping against him. He moved ahead a little faster than last time, knowing it would be fine. He knew how it would end—with her wanting him. He dragged her hand down and rubbed her fingers over the long length of him. He closed her fingers around his thickness. She looked frightened, but he knew she was realizing his long length 132

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would soon be pumping inside her; she would get used to it soon enough. Ulfr settled her back against the rock and pinned her gently in place. He again kissed her, coaxing her with his tongue and lips. He said a few of the sweet words he knew she understood. Soon her hands were rubbing across his chest. His fingers stilled hers, as his penis searched her opening and he felt her barrier when his head probed her insides. She felt so warm and welcoming, he thrust his cock up into her hard and she screamed. He did it again and again, grinding against her in almost a punishing gesture, seeking the control he once had over her. She might think it her first time, but he'd had her before and he was reclaiming familiar territory. His finger slid into her tight ass and pumped. She slumped in his arms when he rapidly used his cock and fingers to take her. She felt just as taut and as good as before and he felt Odin was rewarding him with this gift of having her all over again. She cried out small words and he grinned thinking them to be endearments in her tongue and for a second tried to remember if she had said them last time. He chuckled, thinking last time he was too preoccupied to have listened. When he finished, he exited the pool, motioning her to stay. When he unfolded the blanket for later, her sword spilled onto the ground and he looked at it curiously, he hadn't put it there. A horrible thought entered into his mind as he looked at her weapon. If she had this she could return home, and leave him. He remembered her always asking to go home in the 133

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beginning. That was why they had ended up in the mist again. She just couldn't figure out where her home was, where she belonged. She didn't need it now, the sword, now that everything was set right. She wouldn't ever have to defend herself or feel the need to. But should he take her choice away? He didn't ever want to be without her, as she had become his entire world, and meant absolutely everything to him. It only took him a moment to decide. Ulfr slammed the sword onto a huge rock and it cracked in half from his power. He had destroyed it and he grinned in satisfaction. He tossed the shattered remains to the ground where it bounced against the dirt. Ulfr grabbed his leather pouch of grease. All would be well. He hadn't taken two steps before he stumbled for a second when something, an odd wave of rippling air, seemed to flow over him. Ulfr shook his head. He felt dizzy for just a moment, then recovered. He returned to Vicki. She looked up at him warily; her one arm wrapped around herself, covering her breasts, from the chill in the air no doubt. Her breathing seemed strange, like he could see her expelled puffs of air in the coolness. Her eyes were damp, wet and dripping at their corners. The images were odd, like giant tears turned to tiny swords...and seemed surreal. She looked afraid now, but it wasn't possible, she wanted him—he knew he had seen the acceptance in her eyes just moments earlier. His heart pounded in his ears and he shook his head until it cleared. The feeling vanished as quickly as it occurred. 134

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She looked so beautiful with the steaming water lapping at her. He knew what waited for him in her depths. It felt like Valhalla between her thighs. He jumped back into the water eagerly and spun her around by her arms, and spread her legs with his huge hands, thrusting them apart. He rubbed the grease from his pouch onto his cock under the water and bent her forward forcefully. She shifted and squirmed, but he settled her—his arm went around her waist, gripping her wrist and pinning her other arm. His hand went over her mouth, and he pulled her tight against him to cushion her from the hard rock surface. He didn't bother to ask her if she wanted it this way—she had last time, this time would be no different. He dispelled with the coaxing soothing words, the caresses. The effort. She wanted him and that's what mattered. He probed his cock against her bottom, toying with her while she still tried to squirm and wiggled her behind eagerly, and he grinned with her impatience—just like last time. She knew what he wanted. He found her opening and pushed his cock hard up into her sweet ass. He groaned in some disappointment when only half found its way inside and he remembered it was her first time, again. He heard her muffled scream beneath him, she tensed and pulled against him; he wasn't worried; since she had done the same thing last time. He thrust harder than before, filling her completely, wanting her. He pumped brutally knowing she would get used to it. She whimpered and moaned and he smiled, thinking about the first time he had brought her here. Her hands struggled at his weakly as he thumped against her 135

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happily. It was just like before. She only needed to get used to him. She slumped under him, accepting him like he knew she would and he pumped into her harder and harder, grinding against her. Her screams had quieted to moans and she felt good beneath his hands when she held still in submission, wanting him. He was thrilled knowing how she felt; she had told him in their furs. She had said she couldn't believe how amazing he was. He stopped his pumping action, bit at her neck then soothed the hurt with his tongue while he remained buried within her, then removed himself and turned her in his arms. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was panting in huge gulps of air. He pushed his cock into her vaginal heat and she screamed and then gasped. Her fingers dug into his chest with her wild abandon and he pulled her close, locking her against him. He gripped her silky black hair in his fist. His hand pulled her face into the crook of his neck. Her breath felt warm against him as she panted heavily with her desire. She was made for him, her body was a perfect fit to his. He pumped steadily within her while the water sloshed over the sides of the pool. Her head slumped onto his chest when she twisted her face away from his throat and he bucked against her a few more times. He gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head back and he ravished her mouth. She tasted like honey. Her moist tongue welcomed his and he suckled from her. He gripped her tighter, never wanting to let her go. His emotion overpowered him and he felt a sob in his throat. He had her back; she was his. He would show her she was the most 136

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important person in his world because she was his entire world. Odin, Odin, thank you for such a great gift. He finally stopped kissing her, with his face buried into her neck, because she smelled so sweet. She was limp in his arms, spent after his lovemaking. He wrapped his arms around her and though he knew she didn't understand him yet, he told her he loved her. He loved her so much he couldn't bear to let her go and now she would stay with him always. This time he would take care of her and because he knew what she wanted during sex she wouldn't have to wait and be timid or shy. He pulled her out of the water and laid her down. He was anxious to start their life over. They fell asleep curled up to the fire and each other. Ulfr wrapped his arm snugly around her and fell asleep feeling happy. When morning came he felt hard when his need was upon him and gripped her hair, then he pulled her to her knees before him. He pushed her down on him and he slid his cock into her mouth as he had done before. Her hands gripped his forearms and he rocked against her steadily until his seed exploded past her lips. He kept her still until she swallowed what he had given her. She looked up at him bewildered with sleep. He taught her how to get him hard again by licking and kissing him. He smiled down at her knowing she thought his taste was sweet. Ulfr turned her in his arms when he felt rock-hard once more and put her on her hands and knees. He thrust deeply into her tight behind and she cried out. He saw her finders dig into the dirt beneath her and she pulled away. His hand 137

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tightened on her shoulder and hip and he slowly pulled her back. He loosened his grip and she rocked forward again. He tightened his grip and she moved back. He was very gentle and he loved hearing her sweet little intakes of air, like tiny joyous gasps of wonder. He removed himself before he came. Quickly he grabbed at the cloth beside him, then frowned. It was dry. He remembered he hadn't bathed when he had awoken. Frustrated he tossed the cloth to the ground. Instead he hauled her to her feet and strode to the heated pool. She struggled within his arms but he held her easily. "Be patient, my love," he crooned, knowing she was eager. The water splashed over them as he went deeper. Her chest was crushed against him when he thrust gently into her vaginal heat. He felt it best to get his seed planted within her. He groaned with eagerness and pumped harder. She cried out loudly when his last few thrusts were hard, and he collapsed against her, pinning her. She squirmed under him and he lifted his weight, knowing he was heavy. She scrambled from the pool and bolted to her feet. Surprised, he grabbed her ankle, felling her. He pulled himself from the water. She was staring toward the cave entrance while panting heavily. He swore inwardly, knowing she had just realized it was morning. Ulfr wasn't about to make any mistakes. He carried her to the blanket and lay her down forcefully. He ripped the blanket in strips and tied her wrists and ankles tightly while they remained in the cave. Her teeth were clacking together from cold. She whimpered and her eyes sought his, then she opened her mouth to say something. He gagged her. He 138

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didn't want to hear her say the word home. He then tucked the rest of the blanket lovingly around her, warming her, shielding her nakedness from everyone, protecting her. He soothed his hand down her soft cheek and said an endearment he thought she would understand. Oh how he loved her! He kissed her forehead and her cheek. He pulled her tightly to his chest and strode out of the cave for the village almost bursting with the happiness he felt. This time he held her crushed to his chest, instead of callously slung over his shoulder. No man at the village would be allowed to invade her beautiful body with their filthy hands. Ulfr carried her a ways before he settled her down in the leather blanket she was wrapped in, on the forest floor. He was determined to change history. He hadn't taken her the same way back last time. Almost everything was happening just like it had before. If it kept up this way history would run its course. Ulfr knew he had to make a few drastic changes; they would be in her best interest and she would understand. Keeping her tied, he pulled her hips up to his own and he thrust deeply within her. She whimpered and moaned so sweetly. He thrust gently into her, rocking forward and back. She felt so tight, he thought to go slowly but he was so aroused, and she felt so familiar and good, he came hard and fast. Once more he bundled her up and carried her the rest of the way to his village and before the very few who stirred this early he held her high. Like he should have before. Declaring she was his captive and she would be mating with him and no other was to touch her. He glared at Falkor, who was alive 139

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now that time had reset and at Volundr the insolent pup, who stood looking interested. Ulfr took her inside his hut, kicked the door closed and laid her across the wooden table, again changing history. Before he had taken her to his furs. She whimpered and squirmed. He knew this excited her and his hand squeezed her ass. His hard cock was ready to explode with the thought of her heat and he moved between her legs and thrust up her vaginally. He wanted to waste no time, he took her like a madman. He wouldn't wait for spring; he would coax her to join with him immediately. Before long she would be carrying his child and he would never hear her utter she wanted to go home again. He thrust into her powerfully, repeatedly and was happy to hear her tiny whimpering sighs as he rammed against her. He roared his release when he came and he felt her shake beneath him. He knew his howl impressed her. Ulfr filled a bowl with water from a pail within his hut. Almost all had evaporated during his absence and it smelled stale, but no matter. He washed himself, like he had last time, and his body trembled in anticipation. But his movements were deliberate, teasing her. He could see her watching his actions. She looked as eager as she had before. Her eyes were settled onto his generous cock. He sauntered over to stand before her. He pulled her gag down around her throat. She said a pleading word before he uttered his demand and he thrust his cock past her lips. He remembered this was still new to her and he would be merciful, but she had nothing to fear. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth showing her what he wanted. Her 140

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sweet tongue laved him and suckled him. His hand buried in her hair and he pulled himself out and rubbed against her lips until she licked him. His hand tightened in her hair and she gasped and drew him in deep. When he grew hard he replaced the gag and went behind her. He smacked her bottom. She shivered with desire and he rubbed her behind soothingly, then thrust himself inside her ass. He took her harder than he meant to, but he knew she wouldn't mind; she loved it when he was rough. He knew everything would be fine now. He hadn't left her callously to be raped by those three bastards—she wouldn't be too afraid to stay anymore. She wouldn't need to use any sword. His little defenseless Valkyrie would be his to protect and she would feel safe. When he thrust into her one last time, he rubbed her back and said soothing words he knew she understood. He massaged her tensed muscles the way he knew turned her on. He kissed the gentle curve of her lower back and across her sweet behind. She whimpered but he kept her gagged. She was most likely mad at him for keeping her tied for so long, but he insisted it was for her own good. He was a bit worried she would begin screaming the derogatory words she used so often. She was such a feisty little thing. He didn't want the village to once more hear her scream vile obscenities at him. That would be like last time. When his brother Hott arrived, Ulfr was pleased and said he found himself a Valkyrie like he had. Hott strolled around the table and declared her a beauty. He also made mention she was tied and gagged and naked over his table. Ulfr smiled at him and explained she loved it this way; it was how he 141

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played with her. Ulfr was eager for things to be the way they were with her during sex she called kinky. He was certain he could hurry things along and went to stand at her head and told his brother she wanted him to take her. Hott looked skeptical. Ulfr frowned and remembered since time turned back Hott didn't remember her. But Ulfr remembered her interest. She had been anxious to be taken by them both. "She's embarrassed she likes it this way. She's curious about having a threesome, but we should get her used to your huge cock first." He then shrugged sheepishly. "She likes a man to take her firmly. She begged for it." Hott grinned at him. His hand rubbed her behind with interest. Vicki shivered under his touch. Ulfr smiled and said he told him so. His brother rubbed a generous amount of grease on his huge cock and slid it up her ass carefully. She moaned and jumped and both brothers smiled. Hott started slowly and moved faster. Ulfr encouraged him to thrust harder, insisting she loved it rough. She had begged Hott before to take her harder. Ulfr didn't want her to be disappointed. Hott obliged and pounded in her, his hips connecting soundly with her behind. Ulfr knew she was welcoming his brother's attention. She had confided that though she didn't think Hott was better-looking she found him to be stunning nonetheless. When Hott finished Ulfr took her the same way. He grunted and puffed as he slammed himself into her as brutally as he could. She still felt tight against him, but he knew it was just a matter of time before they slipped in easily; he would make certain it was soon for her sake. 142

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When Ulfr finished, Hott took her again. Hott admitted this was a turn-on to find a woman who wanted it so rough; a fantasy he could indulge in without worry of terrifying the poor little thing with his cock and he chuckled when he said who was he to deny a woman what she wanted? Ulfr's normally gentle brother took her harder than he had ever seen him take a woman and Ulfr didn't know whether to be concerned or impressed. It wasn't like Hott, but he had her permission to indulge in his desire and he knew Vicki would be impressed. Hott had her hips gripped under his hands and rammed himself into her. She cried little muffled sounds. Hott ground himself against her grunting. She was panting under him, her eyes were wide in surprise. Ulfr grinned. She would be surprised, as Hott had never taken her so hard. The idea never occurred to him that she wouldn't remember. When Hott finished he gave her ass a firm smack and he left and Ulfr played with her. He undid her ankles and rubbed and worked her clit until he hardened when she came and then pumped her vaginal heat. She lay so docilely beneath him he knew she loved every second. He played with her like he had before, teasing her behind, slipping only his head in and out, pushing halfway in and removing himself. When he looked at her face her eyes were closed and he knew she was feeling everything he gave her. He again tied her ankles feeling a wicked need for complete control. 143

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He kept her on the table for a long time, thinking again to do things differently. The time came and went when Falkor and the others raped her. Ulfr had kept her safe and he was so happy. He decided he had won against that fateful day and he pulled her off the table and pushed her onto his furs. He removed the ties at her ankles and pumped her vaginal heat while she whimpered and sobbed. He knew she was still horny by the way she bucked against him. He wished for a moment Hott would come back and they could take her again together to satisfy her lust-filled needs. Finally, feeling exhausted, Ulfr pulled her into his arms and cuddled her closely. He nuzzled her neck and loved hearing her tiny whimpers. He loved her. He loved her so much he had rescued her from her terror. He loved her so much his pleading prayers had been granted—a gift from Odin. He fell asleep with his little Valkyrie crushed to his chest. Her stunning silken hair haloed them. When Ulfr woke he was starving. He knew Vicki must be as well. He wasn't about to leave her alone. He pulled the gag from her mouth to kiss her and she whimpered up at him, her voice sounded pleading and he knew what she needed. He smiled down at her and he stood, pulling her to her knees before him and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked him and ran her tongue across him and kissed him without his encouragement. She was so pleasing, her beautiful solemn eyes gazed up at him. He pumped himself into her until he came and she swallowed. He pushed the gag over her mouth again, not wanting to hear her grumbles of anger about home. 144

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Ulfr looked out the door and saw Hott. He asked him if he would bring food and he could join them. Hott smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Feeling happy, Ulfr pushed Vicki to her back and thrust his cock into her vaginal heat. He told her in words he knew she understood there would soon be another taking her. She whimpered and moaned as he rocked against her, her eyes were closed, no doubt in delight with the idea. He bet she was all ready imagining them taking her together. One hand gripped her waist and her hips were high in the air; her legs locked around him and he swatted her behind playfully a few times with an open palm. They were soon joined by Hott who helped Ulfr position her so they could both take her together. Each of them grabbed a large tit to squeeze and knead, although Ulfr told Hott to be careful with her breasts, as she didn't like them roughly handled. Hott nodded his agreement and fondled her gently. They took her hard and fast and she was gasping and sobbing when they were through. Ulfr turned her to her belly and pulled her hips high. He rubbed her sweet little bottom and had an idea. She had loved this before and no doubt would again. He grinned at Hott who was lying on his side in the furs. Ulfr rubbed more grease onto his cock. He held her hips firmly and thrust up her ass hard and fast and held still. She was slick and ready and his entire length was buried within her. She tensed and resisted in defiance knowing how the game was played—they would show mercy only when she was submissive. She screamed under her gag and shuddered. He removed himself very slowly; she wiggled and twisted and he grinned. He 145

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thrust up again hard. She moaned and made a small choking sound and Ulfr wondered if she had come all ready. She lay still submissively beneath him. Last time his brother had won with the ram thrusting contest with twelve thrusts. Ulfr took her in thirteen and he could hear her little groans and heated gasps of excitement. He panted with exertion and lay to the side puffing for breath. Hott took position behind her ass. "You want your little captive punished?" he asked and smiled. Ulfr laughed. "My little captive wants to be punished," he declared. Hott thrust hard. She whimpered beneath him and slumped forward submissively. Ulfr chuckled, she had done that last time because she had wanted it so bad. "She's being submissive. Does she want mercy?" Hott asked with some disappointment. "No, she says it's better if she's relaxed. She only plays at rebellion for a while to make it more exciting for all of us. You're not hurting her or causing harm, she's just tired of being defiant and wants to feel your power," Ulfr reassured him and Hott nodded. Hott thrust again eagerly and more forcefully. His large hands held her tight but she was wet with sweat and had pitched forward onto the furs and she groaned and made a painful squeaking noise when her teeth clicked together. "Hold her still," Hott demanded. "She won't feel all of what I give her when she moves and her sweet little face slides against the furs. I don't want her hurt if she rubs onto the 146

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rough leather, as it will chafe her tender skin. Captive or not she needs to be kept safe from unnecessary pain." Ulfr went before her and held her shoulders down. He felt awful. Hott was right; she should never be harmed. Just because she liked rough sex didn't mean he shouldn't protect her from needless pain. While she was completely helpless it was up to him to watch out for her. Ulfr stroked his thumb across the side of her face soothing her, telling her how sorry he was and told her he would watch her better. He promised to keep her safe. Ulfr nodded to Hott. He had a good grip on her, so Hott could start again. Hott then thrust up as hard as he could into her behind. She moaned this time and both men were relieved. Hott slowly slipped from her. He did it again and again until their game was a draw. Both men laughed goodnaturedly and said they would try again soon. Hott left and Ulfr settled to eat. He felt his cock harden soon so he left Vicki tied and felt he would feed her later, as he remembered she never ate a mid-meal. He pushed her on her knees and slipped into her welcoming ass as fast and as far as he could in one thrust. He managed to fit it all in and he was happy this was happening so fast. She screamed and he was elated knowing it's what she liked. His hand opened and he smacked her bottom a few times while he pumped into her. When he came he laid her in front of him, belly down, and took a strip of hide and whacked her bottom. She hadn't been disobedient but he wanted to punish her for flipping him on his ass and saying he couldn't spank her anymore. She cried out, but held still like before, liking it. 147

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He smacked her soundly for a while, until her sweet ass went red and he heard her choked sobs. Her whimpers grew under her gag until he went hard again. He pulled her hips high and screwed her vaginal heat, pumping wildly, hearing his pelvis hit solidly with her hips. She moaned and whimpered the sweetest sounds of acceptance when she opened for him and he felt so happy he thought his heart would burst. He switched to pumping just as wildly into her ass, as she groaned heavily and he smiled knowing how good she thought it felt. All throughout the rest of the day and night he kept her tied and gagged and at his side only allowing her to relieve herself. He felt a little concern she had once voiced she couldn't remain bound and at his side forever. Not forever, just for a while longer. He wasn't taking any chances the others would be allowed to have her. He didn't want to hear any protests or mentions of home either. When morning came, Ulfr talked Bera into finding Vicki clothing. The woman returned with a short shirt and Ulfr felt it was enough. He untied his little captive and removed her gag, she remained thankfully silent while he tugged the shirt over her head. He studied her critically. Her breasts were well defined and almost spilling out, and part of her ass showed in a teasing way, just enough to make the other men jealous they couldn't have her. He took her to the cabin and helped her along while she stumbled. He couldn't blame her for being sore; he had taken her even more often than he had the first time. He honestly couldn't remember a time he had felt his need so often. Perhaps another gift from Odin? 148

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The other men watched her hungrily when he paraded her to the table, but Ulfr growled at them in a mock gesture and they backed off. She was his; he wanted them to pant after something they couldn't have, although the idea confused him. He gave his head a shake wondering at his feelings of recklessness with her. He decided he felt more at ease knowing no one would touch his little Valkyrie and he had saved her from an assault. He watched as Vicki guzzled down two mugs of ale. She was obviously parched. He suddenly felt bad that he hadn't given her anything from the flask to drink to help her relax when he first took her behind, or when she first had Hott. When she'd had Hott the first time there had been a celebration and they had partaken of much fermented brew. Ulfr had known it would help her relax and be more open to the idea of two men. How could he have forgotten? It was no wonder she had felt so tight. But he figured it hadn't mattered, just another change in history that aided in stopping the events from before, and it must have helped. Ulfr studied her thoughtfully. Her eyes remained lowered and her hands shook when she broke small pieces of bread to pop into her mouth. She was strangely quiet and withdrawn. He supposed it was because she was frightened of all the huge men surrounding them watching her. This was still new to her. For a moment he thought to find Valerie so they could talk. But decided against it. She would meet her soon enough and he didn't want Valerie frightening her again with talk about how the village men were lusty dogs. No, perhaps after Vicki felt well protected and secure she could converse with 149

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Hott's very vocal wife. For now he didn't feel like sharing her. Ulfr slung an arm over her shoulder and kissed her forehead, wanting her to feel safe with him. Once he had her fed he returned to the hut and tied her tightly, then he laid her beneath him again. She whimpered pleadingly and he remembered to let her drink from the flask to relax her. He wanted it rough for a while because he wanted her to doubly enjoy it. The liquid poured down her throat when he tipped the flask to her lips and he told her to swallow. When he felt she had enough he gagged her. She sobbed in delight when he had her over and over. He rammed his cock into her ass until he needed to come, then sought her vaginal heat not wanting to waste his seed. He knew what she liked and he gave it to her and it felt amazing. She shivered beneath him and Ulfr stroked her hair and pulled the furs around her remembering she was too small to retain heat—he needed the bearskin. He gave her a stern look. "Home here," he demanded and she nodded agreeably. There was acceptance in her eyes and Ulfr was elated. He had done everything right this time and his life was perfect. He slipped her gag off and unbound her wrists and ankles. Tentatively she stroked at his chest and back and he nodded his approval. His hand gripped hers and for a while she stroked his cock. His kiss was tender; he cupped the back of her neck and drew their lips together. His tongue and lips tasted and lapped at her as if she were a banquet of desire before him. When her eager breath came in gasps he pulled her under him. He made the sweetest love to her. His 150

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movements were gentle and caring. She muttered little noises that he felt positive were endearments. She had all ready come to love him he was certain, because he loved her more than anything. He ran his hands down her soft flesh. He nuzzled her delicate neck. When he entered her heat he did it with the utmost care. She closed around him; he pulled her legs around his waist and moved in and out at a slow pace. He fell asleep later that night buried within her. Ulfr asked Hott to watch Vicki for a few hours the next day while he hunted. Hott agreed, but mentioned he noted Ulfr still kept the woman bound and gagged. Ulfr had just taken her again and she lay nude on the furs, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Ulfr explained he was worried she would run, but he knew that wasn't really the case. He had gagged her the moment she had awoken; there was an odd look in her eyes. He was still secretly worried she would ask to go home again. He didn't want to mention it hurt his feelings when she had asked to leave him the last time; he gave her no opportunity to say it this time around. And besides, the time of her rape had come and gone, so she was completely safe now. Hott asked him if she was a captive and Ulfr smiled and said of course, he had won her when they fought and she had yielded. She was going to do whatever he demanded; she had been too willful and was learning her lesson well. Hott nodded in understanding. Ulfr grinned at his brother and mentioned he could have her while he was gone. He remembered waking to Vicki happily being taken by Hott the 151

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morning after the festival. It didn't bother him to know Vicki found his brother attractive. Hott smiled and nodded. Ulfr hunted for a few hours before returning; he had killed not a bear but an elk and he was a bit confused. He had felt certain he would get a bear. He was surprised to see such a commotion at his hut. He heard Hott's angry voice yelling loudly. Many men stood around. When Ulfr went inside he saw his little Valkyrie belly down on the table instead of lying in his furs. She was still tied at the wrists and ankles and was gagged and lay limp. A man, Volundr, had obviously just finished having her. He was moving away from her, his penis still huge after he had pulled it from her, and he was grinning in delight, while slipping his cock inside his pants. Ulfr was horrified. Hott explained he had been called away for a serious problem; he had left the captive alone for a few hours thinking her safe with another, Falkor. Falkor had watched as Hott had taken her from the window and entered the hut. Falkor had told Hott he was needed and would watch the little captive and make certain she wouldn't escape. Hott had agreed thinking the captive didn't mind it rough and she would enjoy Falkor's attention. Hott hadn't been around when Ulfr first entered with her into the village and Ulfr had never mentioned he intended to marry the woman. Because of the misunderstanding, the men assumed the little captive was for everyone's use. She had been taken for hours repeatedly by half the men in the camp thinking it was their right. Especially when Ulfr had insisted to his brother she was a captive and he had left her bound and gagged and 152

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the grease right at their disposal. Ulfr's heart fell; it was just like Valerie's earlier prediction. Ulfr lifted Vicki in his arms. When he removed the gag, she whimpered, "Home." Ulfr crushed her to himself feeling devastated. What had he done? Later, when Valerie approached Ulfr, she looked furious. She whacked him and then her husband. "What?" both men said in unison. They hadn't meant for this to happen. "How could you?" Valerie demanded with tears in her eyes. "I had another problem. I thought she was safe with Falkor," Hott said. "I meant, how could both of you have taken her so cruelly?" she demanded. Ulfr and Hott looked at one another not understanding. "What do you mean?" Ulfr finally asked and he was worried about her answer. "You raped the poor girl from the hot springs to here and then had Hott help you. How could you take her so brutally with your damned captive game and then laugh? She said she was submissive and you still took her. Why would you continue to punish her? You called her by her first name. How did you know her name? For the last two days she's been wondering if someone sent you. She's been agonizing over who on earth would send someone to do this to her. She didn't even know who you were and you never even told her your damned name. Why didn't you even tell her who you are? Why didn't you come find me?" she fumed. 153

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"No!" Hott yelled, he looked horrified. "I would never force a woman or hurt one on purpose. I haven't played that childish game in years. Ulfr said she wanted it like that. He insisted she liked it rough." His eyes narrowed dangerously on his brother. "She wanted me—us," Ulfr stammered, filled with confusion. Just like last time. But he had managed to change history—and now it wasn't just like last time. He had changed everything, not just a few things. His thoughts raced. For the love of Odin why didn't I even tell her my name? The last time he had repeated his name to her over and over. It had been apparent she was having trouble with the pronunciation. He hadn't cared. The way she said Wolf was sweet; it was like her own special endearment toward him. "She wanted to go home. How could you both? She's terrified and thought if she did what you commanded you would show her some mercy, but you didn't. I can never forgive either of you for this," she said and cried harder. She fled to her own hut. Feeling panicked, Ulfr ran a hand over his face—right before Hott punched him. Ulfr went down hard. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Hott demanded before stalking away, looking at him with loathing. It was the first time Ulfr's brother had struck him. Ulfr went to Vicki in the hut. She lay unbound, listless, in the furs. Her eyes were glazed. She offered no protest when Ulfr pulled her against his chest, obviously still thinking submission would save her from an assault. He wondered how many captives he had taken and fooled himself into believing 154

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they wanted him when they lay obediently before him. He searched his mind wondering if any had cried or remained unmoving when he was done. This image of his broken Vicki was burned into his brain. Never again would he look at a captive or woman the same way. Ulfr realized he should have let her go back into the mist with the sword, or at the very least, not have broken it. He had no way to send her home. She was terrified of him. No doubt she hated him. His selfishness had destroyed them both. He sobbed while he rocked her and apologized, wondering if she even heard him. He buried his face into her hair; he was agonized. Giant tears slid down his face. How could this have gone so wrong? When had this gone so wrong? He remembered her surreal tears in the hot springs after he had broken the sword. She really had been afraid of him. It hadn't felt right; she hadn't felt right, but he was so determined it would work out better this time. He should have realized he had changed history the second he broke the sword. He had guided them on a new path. Had he been fooling himself all along? He had only wanted to correct the wrong done to her and the consequences it had led to; he had only wanted his own little Valkyrie. Valkyrie were strong, they were Odin's chosen, they were...they were like warrior women. Ulfr looked down at his little Vicki. She had been a warrior; she had grown strong on her own and fought and faced her fears, not only with his help, but with the determination of her inner strength and choice. He stole that from her. He felt doubly sickened—he had destroyed not only 155

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a Valkyrie, but his Valkyrie. His tears dripped from his chin to splash onto her cheeks and mingle with hers. "Vicki," he wept. "Odin." **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 10 Vicki woke to heart-wrenching sobbing. Her eyes blinked in her confusion. She looked around her surroundings. Everything was a blur and she wiped tears from her eyes to see better. She was in a clearing, mist was flanking two sides. Ulfr was beside her lying face down in the grass his arm covering his head. He was the one who was sobbing. "Wolf?" she questioned. He stirred and sat up slowly, then he looked around cautiously. "Vicki?" he whispered. Vicki cocked her head. "You're speaking English," she said to him. He looked confused. "No, you're speaking Norse," he said. "What happened?" she asked. "You don't remember?" he replied. "I remember walking with you into the mist. I guess we fell asleep," she replied. "I had the oddest dream. Everything went back to when I met you in the mist and I remembered everything about being with you, but you didn't remember me. Only this time it was you who were naked and none too pleased about it. I had a devil of the time finding you clothes—extra muscular warrior size. But before I found you any we managed to have sex a few times, which cheered you up immediately—you dog. Imagine my surprise when I was suddenly a virgin again. I forgot how big your cock felt the first time. And how enthusiastic you are. Thankfully, somehow I was able to talk you into going home with me and 157

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we snuck in and grabbed some wine and went upstairs for a handy bottle of lubricant before you indulged in what you wanted. "I was so happy to have you in my time I thought it would be better for us...for me. In my time the attack never happened. The men didn't exist anymore. I'm embarrassed to say this, but I wanted to stay in my time and I wanted you to stay with me. It was the sword that let you come through with me; you held it when you came through the mist following me. I dropped it down a well, wanting you to stay forever. "I took you to meet Daddy in his office and all hell broke loose. You freaked on the elevator. I guess it was too confining, or you have claustrophobia. When the doors finally opened you were such an awful shade of white. The first room in sight was filled with computer electronics. You used your sword to lob off some guy's head when he used the copier. Good God it was awful; blood was splattered everywhere. I knew I couldn't take you to Daddy so we snuck down the stairs—all fifteen flights of them. When we got outside you panicked further. You beat up a taxi driver, saying you had heard all about them and how evil they were from what Valerie had said in her stories. You threw a cop through his car windshield, and ran a clown through because you thought he was some type of Loki concoction. You throttled a mime, and you pissed in someone's pool—while people were swimming in it. Good God, you were such a barbarian," Vicki said with amazement. 158

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"You were convinced cars were giants, and every woman in scantily dressed clothes were slaves you could screw because it was your right. And airplanes—good God! You thought they were massive winged birds who would devour you. Again courtesy of Valerie. It took me forever to teach you to use the toilet. It's impossible to toilet train a grown man. You were terrified of the microwave and set the oven on fire. And don't even get me started on the barbeque and vacuum. You went hunting in the zoo. I thought Mom would have a heart attack when you cooked her prize-winning exotic fish on a skewer in the fireplace—with a dead squirrel and the hindquarters of a mountain goat. "I introduced you to Trisha, my best friend. You picked her up and said she was as small as a fairy, and then groped her, declaring her not to be a virgin and then suggested she, you and Iwell let's just say she screamed in fear. When her boyfriend interfered you threw him through the sliding glass door in our house and she fainted. "I tried so hard to make you fit in, to do things my way. I wanted all of the control and you couldn't handle it. I finally realized I was hurting you with my selfishness. I felt so bad. I know we need a compromise but by then I couldn't fix everything that went wrong. I tried hiding you from the police. You had no idea what a cop was. You didn't understand the word murder, and I couldn't make you understand. You were positive you had done nothing wrong. You said only cowards hide. Everyone was afraid of you and you were shot in the chest. 159

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"Oh God, Wolf, it was so awful. I lay on the ground holding your head in my lap and you looked so confused and hurt and lonely. I felt I'd betrayed you. I felt I killed you. I may as well have been holding the gun. I lost everything in that moment. And it didn't matter that we were in my world. I still remembered those men and what had happened to me; the memory wouldn't go away. You were gasping for air and my tears fell over your face and into your eyes I cried so hard. Thank heaven I woke up and it was all just a terrible dream." "I would prefer to forget my dream," Ulfr mumbled. "It's strange, Wolf. The dream was so vivid, lifelike, like it was showing me something. I felt like I had taken away your right of choice when I dropped the sword down the well and I made the decision for you to stay on my own. I felt so strange afterward, all woozy. Your face was surreal and sad when I looked at you and you seemed to change—then went bonkers. You wouldn't belong in my time that's for sure, but I need you, and I know I can't ever go back," she declared. "You can't go back to my time?" Ulfr whispered, looking crestfallen. His cheeks were still wet with his tears. "I can't go back to my time," she said kindly. Her thumb gently wiped at his face, riding it of moisture. "I said my goodbyes to my parents. Dream or not, I realize my home is with you. We will find a way to compromise. I know we can." He looked relieved and pulled her close. "I promise on my life I will teach you to get better with your sword." Vicki looked around for it. "Where is it?" Ulfr looked too. It was gone. "Maybe Odin demanded a price to pay for our different looks into the past. It had been a 160

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gift, getting us together. Perhaps because we both destroyed the sword with our own wants it was doubly damned and taken away," he said, pondering. "Maybe this is Odin's way of allowing us a new choice now. Odin sent you to me. He then took us from each other in the cruelest of ways. Or maybe we took each other away in cruel ways. By allowing us to choose our own paths we were injured. Though Odin let it run its course, he could no longer stand our suffering and once more interfered in our best interests." Ulfr then knelt on his knees before her and cupped her face. He looked so earnest and sincere, she smiled at him. "I won't ever take you hard again. I will be patient and gentle. You never have to be touched by Hott again either." "Well that sucks. In my dream, our sex was just as amazing as it has always been. And I like your brother; he's always very gentle with me. What did you dream?" she asked curiously. His eyes shifted guiltily. "It showed me that you need to be taught to use your weapon." An eyebrow rose. "Must have been one hell of a dream," she said. "More like a nightmare," he mumbled. "I don't think I want to know," she said grimly. A disturbing thought occurred to her. "Wolf, if I don't have the sword, how can I go back with you?" "I don't know, and if you do come back will we be starting over?" he said. "I don't want to second-guess a god. I have no idea what else he has in store for us. I am hoping he thinks we have learned our lesson." 161

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Vicki shuddered with the thought. She would be terrified to see Falkor, knowing what was coming next. Would she have the memory of it and be able to stop it from happening? What if she had no memory and it happened anyway? Her chest filled with fear. She looked at Ulfr who also looked worried with his own thoughts. "No matter what happens, I will make you a new sword, little Valkyrie," he promised. She nodded. She was a strong woman. She would face her fears. "Valerie said she was pregnant with Biorn and was allowed to return with Hott." Ulfr reached to wrap a strong hand around the back of her neck, then he pulled her face close for a kiss. Their heated breath mingled while their tongues danced. Ulfr felt so warm and welcoming and she felt hot everywhere. Her heart filled with such relief at being able to touch him. Seeing him dying and bloody had been heart-stopping. She pulled at his clothing while he slowly stripped her. He suckled a breast, kneading the other, rolling her nipple until it hardened. She whimpered, then groaned loudly, wanting him. Ulfr pulled away and looked at her with concern. "Am I hurting you?" he asked. "No," she said in surprise. He looked relieved. Ulfr lay back and pulled her on top of him. She guided his thick cock to her heat and slid down on him, wiggling her hips. She felt his hands lightly resting on her hips. She moved back and forth over him slowly. Her hands were on the ground on either side of him, her fingernails digging into the 162

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grass. She threw her head back and gasped when he carefully thrust up higher into her. They rocked against one another. The entire time Vicki remained on top. She was a bit surprised; she had expected him to pull her under him long ago and ram his delicious cock into her hard. But he was being gentle. It was different and sweet and she enjoyed the feeling of being in control. They both came at the same time and Vicki slumped over him. "Wolf?" "Hmm?" "Did I somehow emasculate you or something in your dream?" He looked pensive and appeared to be choosing his words carefully. "I took all choice from you." "I took your choice away, too." He turned his head and looked sad. "I wanted you to love me as I love you. I felt I knew what was best and in the end you were hurt." "Worse than before?" she asked quietly. "Yes." He looked wounded and she knew what had happened to them both in his dream had been devastating. "I do love you," she said. He pulled her to his chest and she fought for breath as he crushed her within his powerful arms. "I will never hurt you again," he swore. "It wasn't me in that dream. You've never hurt me and I'm not afraid of you," she said. 163

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"Praise Odin for that. But you are right, it was lifelike. You looked so broken; that image will haunt me the rest of my life." Broken? Vicki wondered just what that meant. How had he hurt her in his dream? There was no way she felt he would ever strike her in anger to break her bones in this reality or another. She struggled from his grasp and pulled her clothes on. She stood and held her hand out to him. "It's time to go home." Ulfr rose and dressed. He took her hand and led her into the mist. His arm wrapped around her tightly. He looked to the sky. "I have learned my lesson, Odin. Please forgive me. And if that other Vicki does in fact exist, please heal her; it's not her fault I'm a dumb ass." Vicki's eyes rose in surprise when he said the last words in English. Her self-assured warrior seemed the one who was broken. Then a thought occurred to her and she wondered if he had broken her spirit in his dream so she would never take up arms...and she wondered at the cost. From the look on his face it must have been a high price. He hugged her tighter. The mist swirled round and round her. It slipped into her nose and puffed out her mouth. It was an eerie invading sensation of being frisked by Mother Nature. She could taste time and was surprised with the idea. Ancient had its own unique flavor. It reminded her of her great-grandmother's old chest and all its treasures. The creaky antique box was filled with long ago artifacts and such an interesting aroma. She felt her body and mind tumbling back, back and to her relief she was allowed to return with him. 164

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The mist cleared and once more she smelled the clear familiar scent of snow in the air. She cuddled closer to Ulfr when the nip in the air flowed into her lungs replacing the ancient odor of time. Her hand settled onto her belly. She wondered if she would have Ulfr's daughter or son. It didn't matter; boy or girl the babe would have awesome protection from both its father...and mother. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 11 Vicki was worried about Ulfr. When they had returned to the village, it was thankfully the right time. Hott and Valerie were happy to see them, although oddly enough Ulfr looked guilty and embarrassed when he saw his brother. When they had begun to converse Ulfr sounded reluctant, his words laced with a cryptic reluctance. He sounded apologetic. His tone had been stunted and odd and Vicki had left them to their own devices. Vicki was now sitting at Valerie's table sipping sweet tea inside her hut, and the men were outside. "He won't tell you what he dreamed?" Valerie asked. Vicki had confided her dream to her friend and explained how Ulfr would make no mention of his. "No," she replied. "Just that he hurt me." "Ulfr can be rough, but I can't imagine him hurting a woman on purpose. Especially if he's saying he hurt you. These barbarians have odd ideas about what hurts a woman," Valerie said. She rolled her eyes. "Has Ulfr ever explained ram thrusting?" Vicki chuckled. "Some game, huh?" "My ass hurts just thinking about it," Valerie said. "Wolf agreed to teach me to use a sword, that is, after he makes me a new one." "Strange how the old one vanished," Valerie mused. "Although after your display of prowess, I doubt anyone will touch you again." 166

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"Maybe I should change my name to Xena," Vicki said and grinned. "Mommy, I'm tired." Both women noted Hrolf who stood in his doorway rubbing his eyes. Unlike Ulfr's hut, Valerie and Hott had a two-room home. Another young lad stood near him. The boy, Gunnarr, who was few years older, was Hrolf's little friend and would be spending the night while his mother was giving birth in the cabin. Valerie rose but Vicki stopped her. "Oh, let me, please? It won't be long before I have my own to tuck in—that is if you're right about the mist and needing some kind of connection," Vicki said. Valerie smiled and nodded. Vicki took both boys to the bedroom and tucked them under soft furs on a high bed Hott had made. She smiled when their dog, Petal and their pet pig, Porky, settled near the bed on the floor. The animals pressed close together for warmth. A very large cat jumped up onto the bed, purred and settled. Hrolf leaned down to scratch at Ksi-Ksi's ears. Vicki had learned Valerie insisted no son of hers would be sleeping on a floor pallet where there were dangerous vermin about. Vicki had learned the rats in this time were a wee bit bigger than she was used to. "We want a story," Hrolf said in a somewhat demanding little boy tone. "Please!" Valerie yelled from the other room. "Please," both boys said dutifully. "All right, let me think," Vicki pondered. "Once upon a time there were two Viking warrior boys, Hrolf and Gunnarr, who 167

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were best friends. Both boys were not only the sons of great warriors, but they had been given magic gifts." "What? What gifts?" Hrolf asked, eyes wide. "A magic flute and a magic rock." "Oh there's nothing you can do with a stupid rock and a tiny flute. They need big swords to be strong warriors," Gunnarr grumbled. "What could their gifts do?" Hrolf asked. "They weren't certain. You see fairies had given them to the boys one day and told them to hang onto them, that they would need their gifts very soon for an important journey. It wasn't long before the Viking king came to their village and asked for help from mighty warriors. Fierce warriors from a distant place had stolen the beautiful young Viking princess. Brave warrior after brave warrior went to save her, but died because in the castle was a huge fire-breathing dragon." "How can you fight a dragon that breathes fire? You would never get close enough." Gunnarr asked with worry. "The Viking king promised a great reward to any who would save his only daughter—the child of his heart," Vicki said. "The village had met with hard times; a reward would restore it and both boys knew for certain the gifts they were given from the wise fairies were to be used to save the princess. The boys snuck to the castle where the huge dragon walked back and forth. Little puffs of ominous smoke rolled from its nose. Gunnarr looked at his little flute. Determinedly he put his trust in his faith. He put it to his lips and began to play. A beautiful soothing melody was suddenly playing. The 168

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dragon seemed to settle, then slump. Soon the great creature was asleep." "Wow," Gunnarr said, amazed. "But it could still wake up," Hrolf said with worry. "It was now Hrolf's turn," Vicki said. Her eyes brightened with laughter seeing the boys' little chests rise and fall in anticipation. "Hrolf pulled his small rock into his hand. Unsure of what to do he listened with his heart. Soon he thought he heard words whispered on the gentle wind. Confidently he ran his open palm over the rock three times then tapped it with his finger. He moved bravely to the dragon that still wheezed out billowing puffs of heated smoke—and touched it." "What happened?" both boys cried in unison. "The dragon turned to stone." "No," they gasped. "Yes," Vicki insisted. "They went all through the castle with Gunnarr putting warriors to sleep and Hrolf turning them to stone. It wasn't long before the Viking princess was safely home with her father and the village had great wealth." "I can't believe such small weapons could be so powerful," Hrolf mumbled sleepily. "It doesn't matter how strong your weapon is," said a voice from the door. Vicki saw Ulfr watching her with as strange expression. "What matters is the skill you use it with, and your determination." "Like when your little Valkyrie kicked Falkor's ass?" Hrolf asked. 169

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Vicki giggled behind her hand. The expression was obviously learned from his mother. Another funny thing was this small boy had called her little, although no doubt one day he would be an impressive size. It was apparent he was learning from his father and uncle. Perhaps one day he would learn it wasn't all right to harm a woman in the form of forceful sex no matter how gentle he was if she wasn't a willing partner. Sadly she knew captives were far from a thing of the past. "It's time to leave," Ulfr said and Vicki rose. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Chapter 12 Vicki's heart was pounding in her chest when Ulfr came to the furs. He kissed her lips and stroked her hair and they made beautiful love together with her on top. He then rolled over and went to sleep. Vicki lay feeling flustered and unsatisfied. Instinctively, she knew it wasn't the idea of a baby that kept him restrained. She wondered how long this would continue. In the morning, true to his word, Ulfr took her out to the clearing and taught her further how to use a weapon. Her sword was unfinished as yet, but he taught her knife combat. It was thrilling and dangerous and she loved it. But as the days slowly passed she became increasingly confused. He was merciless with her on the battlefield and yet at night he made tender love to her. It was as if he had replaced his sexual passion with defense. She wondered who he was defending, her or himself. Night after night Vicki would lay unsatisfied in the furs after making love with a subdued Ulfr. He refused to speak of his dream with her and she knew it was the stem of the problem. She could see the passion burning behind his eyes and yet his touch remained restrained, almost cordial. It was as though he was worried he might break her during sex. He was slowly driving her mad with desire that built to a mad frenzy and was never satisfied. She was even more dismayed when she sought out Hott and he told her that Ulfr had forbidden him to touch her. Not only had he forbidden Hott from touching her, he had also declared that he would never 171

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again touch Hott's wife. Both women had just scratched their heads not knowing what to think. Weeks passed and soon Vicki began doing what Ulfr was— she threw her passion into the new sword he had forged. It was identical to the last one, except this one was brand new and not battered. Soon she could stand toe-to-toe with both Hott and Ulfr and though she doubted she could best either in a drop-dead down-and-dirty fight, she felt confident there were men in the camp she could best. It was apparent other men felt the same and gave her a wide respectful birth. Even Volundr spoke courteously to her and never again suggested a romp in the forest. She wasn't certain if it was because of her newfound prowess or because Ulfr had announced to the village Vicki was no longer his captive, but would be his bride in the spring. She had been surprised he hadn't yelled it from the roof when she agreed and held her high over his head to strengthen his statement. Instead, he had just kissed her forehead lovingly. The others were out hunting while Vicki helped prepare a huge meal meant for everyone in the village. A snowstorm was building and concern for the hunters' return was growing. Finally, after darkness had fallen, they trooped in exhausted. Vicki looked for Ulfr but he didn't follow his brother in. Both Vicki and Valerie approached Hott with concern. "I'm sorry, Vicki. Ulfr and I became separated. When I backtracked, the storm was building. There were signs of a struggle and blood. I'm afraid Ulfr has been captured," Hott said sadly. "By whom?" both women asked fearfully. 172

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"I don't know. There must have been at least five. Someone must have snuck up on him. I'm certain the blood was his—it's the only way they would have been able to take him. We'll go looking for him at first light. Right now, the storm is too strong. We were lucky to make it back." He placed his hand on Vicki's shoulder, no doubt seeing her eyes wild with the worry she felt. "You are not to go off alone. It would be too dangerous. I promise we will get him back. He is strong. They must want him alive or they would have killed him outright. I'm guessing they're slavers. He's powerful. They could use him chained to oars on one of the ships." The idea didn't make Vicki feel any better. Her hands itched to remove the sword strapped to her back. She wanted nothing more than to race off after Ulfr. But looking beyond the door, she realized she wouldn't get far. She made a point of hovering near the warriors while they ate and talked. Soon enough she knew exactly where Ulfr had been taken by surprise. She was aware of the area, as Ulfr had often taken her on long private walks. She planned on going after him the second the snow died down. Ulfr woke tied and gagged, and he blinked to adjust to the dim light. Where the hell am I? His head throbbed where he had been struck from behind. He was in a solid, though somewhat small hut. He could hear the blizzard blow and howl outside. He felt a chill where cold air snuck through crevices. The fur on his outer wrap ruffled in the frigid breeze and he wondered if he had been tied here to add to his 173

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misery. He knew of the practice, but he was a warrior, and inclement weather had no ill effect on him. There was a lone fire blazing in the middle of the structure; the floor was dirt. It smelled stale inside and shadows played against the far walls. He was surrounded by five warrior women. Their leader, the tallest and strongest of the bunch looked down at him with loathing. "Such a weak man, bested by women," she snapped. Ulfr glared at her. He had been struck from behind; it was the only way they could have bested him. The woman's foot shot out to kick him viciously in the ribs. He didn't move or flinch, just continued to glare at her. "You think you are so strong?" She stood there looking at him as though summing him up. An evil calculating grin split her lips into a foul grimace. "A strong man should have a woman at his feet, or on his cock," she said. "Slave!" she snapped suddenly. A woman approached meekly with her head bowed. "Yes, Brynhild?" she said quietly. "Service the man," Brynhild demanded. The woman nodded and when she knelt before Ulfr he shook his head at her sternly, glaring daggers at her. Her blue eyes were sad when she returned his gaze for only mere seconds. His body stiffened when the woman loosened his pants and her hand and mouth began to work on his penis. Though her slender fingers were cold her mouth and tongue felt hot. She was skilled and Ulfr groaned as he hardened. The other women laughed and moved away to watch in comfort from their furs. They began feasting on dinner. The 174

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slave was threatened by the woman she had called Brynhild. She had best make the powerful warrior come or she would be beaten. After all it was the only hospitable thing to do— entertain a guest. The other woman found her sarcasm and wit hilarious. Ulfr was not amused. Ulfr had been tied to a sturdy pole in the ground and was unable to move away from the woman as she gave him oral sex. She kept her eyes squeezed closed to keep from seeing the hard look on his face. Her tongue traced over him in a sultry fashion. His teeth gritted together and another grunt escaped past his lips. By the gods, he was furious. How dare they. He didn't want to come and tried to fight the overwhelming feeling of needing release. It was a battle he soon lost. He was a slave to his own desire. Perhaps any warrior's only failing—a beautiful, pleasing woman. Ulfr gasped when he came, and his body arched against his bonds until he settled and the warrior women shouted in delight. When the woman before him went to put his flaccid cock back into his pants the leader demanded she leave it out, as they wanted her to take him again after dinner. She nodded and again cast her sad glance at Ulfr. Her tiny hand lifted to wipe a single tear as it traced down her face. He could tell she was terrified of him, and of the women in the hut. But a small act of defiance flared upon her features for just a brief moment and the woman pulled part of Ulfr's shirt down to cover him. He was grateful, the hut was cold and his vulnerable member would have soon frozen while wet and exposed. 175

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After the warrior women had eaten, Brynhild went to him and again kicked him in his leg and ribs. She then backhanded him across the mouth. Another woman moved to do the same. Ulfr was outraged. How could they do this? He was bound and gagged. He was unable to fight back. He wondered if this was further punishment from Odin. But he had never beaten any woman or Vicki. She had claimed over and over she had wanted him. She tried everything he had asked of her eagerly and told him how incredible it made her feel. Ulfr was hit with a revelation. Vicki was a strong woman. She gave him control when he played with her, knowing he wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to her. That was his control—to keep her safe when she was completely vulnerable. She trusted him enough to let down her guard knowing he would never beat her as he was being beaten now. Ulfr leaned his head back against the pole. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. Although he was certain of one thing, he was getting annoyed at Odin's odd way of teaching him a lesson. "Leave him, Brynhild. We can play with him tomorrow. If he's too battered we might not fetch a fair price at the market for him," said a woman and she yawned. She then leaned over and grabbed Ulfr by the hair. She bent his head back so she could look into his furious glare. "You're a handsome brute. And strong. With the money we make on your sale we can lay low for the winter. One by one we can pick off your 176

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comrades. Soon we'll be rich enough to start our own village of warrior women. But by then you'll be far off to sea." The woman chuckled with delight and strolled away. Ulfr glared at her back. He had other plans. Already the tight rope at his wrists was giving way. The women were too full of themselves. Didn't they realize only heavy chains could keep a male Viking warrior contained? And sometimes not even then. "I will keep first watch, Brynhild. You and Gunnhild get some rest," said another woman. Ulfr watched as four of the warrior women settled for the night. The woman they called slave was sent to a dirt area off to the side where she curled into a tight ball with just a small worn blanket. She was shivering and he could hear her teeth clattering together. Like his little Valkyrie, she was too thin to generate her own body heat. It was apparent she had been deprived of food for some time. Ulfr felt sorry for her. He determined when he broke free he would take the little slave to his village. She would make a nice gift for a deserving man who would not beat her and make certain she was kept warm and fed. Ulfr continued to stretch the ropes, he was certain he would be free before long. Then he would make them pay. Vicki had disobeyed Hott's order. She had left before first light and struck out on her own in search of Ulfr the second the snow had stopped. She was desperate to find him. The snowstorm had tapered off during the night and Vicki backtracked to where Hott had seen Ulfr last. She wasn't an experienced tracker, but even a novice could make out the imprint of a large form of a man having been dragged. 177

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Thankfully, the blizzard hadn't obscured the imprint. There were five sets of prints. She was curious as to why they hadn't just carried him. Ulfr was huge but she had seen Hott heft his brother's great weight once. She knew for certain they would have to be close. They couldn't have dragged such a heavy man far. It wasn't long before she came across a hut somewhat obscured within the forest. It was obvious the owners had done their best to hide the domicile. Tendrils of smoke drifted from the roof. She saw a woman hauling water from the river into the hut. When Vicki approached she did so with caution. There was much laughter from inside. She could hear talking, all women's voices and it sounded like they were sporting with their captive. Vicki felt her heart race. Her hand settled for a moment onto her belly. "Fear not, little one. I'm going to retrieve your father." When another woman exited the hut, Vicki hid and waited until she was close. The woman had a sword strapped to her back. When Vicki was close enough behind her, she rammed a rock against the side of the woman's head. She went down with a thump. Vicki bound and gagged her. She moved stealthily back to the hut. When the next woman came out she noted it was the one who had been carrying water. She had no weapon. Vicki followed her to the river and when the woman turned with the pail she dropped it when finding Vicki's sharp blade at her neck. Vicki warned her if she screamed she would slit her throat. The woman, who was an inch taller than Vicki although somewhat thinner and dressed in threadbare 178

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tattered rags, whimpered quietly and begged her not to kill her. "How many are in the hut?" Vicki snapped. "Please, I'm only their slave," the woman sobbed. "I won't kill you if you help me," Vicki said. "Now tell me, how many women?" "Five in all." "Do they have a man as a prisoner?" "Yes." "I'm going to tie and gag you. I promise you won't be harmed if you do as I say," Vicki warned. To Vicki's surprise the woman was docile and held still while Vicki tied her tightly to a tree and gagged her. She raised sad woe-filled eyes to her and Vicki placed her hand on her shoulder when she continued to weep and shake with fear. The woman was young, blond and beautiful; she was also pale and looked half-starved. She looked so lost and alone—broken, was the word that came to mind. Vicki was angry. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you." As an afterthought Vicki removed her fur wrap and slung it over the quivering woman's shoulders. She surmised it might encumber her during battle. The woman was no threat, after all, she had not been armed. Besides, she wasn't so coldhearted as to allow her prisoner to freeze in her absence. An odd thought occurred to Vicki. This woman was her captive—interesting. That meant she was under her protection. "When I come back for you I will take you to my village and no one will be allowed to harm you." 179

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Stealthily she moved off under the cover of the numerous trees. Vicki knew there were four remaining women in the hut. She inched toward it furtively. She had her sword before her thinking to take them by surprise when she heard a woman within the hut shriek, "Beware, he's loose." Vicki bolted through the door. Not only was Ulfr loose, he was armed with a sword—and he looked pissed! Vicki launched herself into the foray and attacked a woman who would have thrust her sword through Ulfr's back. Ulfr turned and his eyes lit with stunned surprise when he saw Vicki. She grinned at him, happy to see him alive and well and parlayed a thrust. She battled against two women while Ulfr battled two. Back and forth she dodged and ducked and slammed her weapon into her opponents mercilessly. She heard a small gasping sound from directly behind her as a woman went down and knew there was one less to worry about. Vicki saw her chance and when one of the two women pulled back her sword she thrust straight into the woman's chest. The woman sunk slowly to the ground and her eyes blinked then closed for a final time. The other woman stood staring wide-eyed at Vicki. She was gasping to take in huge breaths. She threw her sword to the ground and dropped to her knees in defeat. Her arms lifted into a pleading submissive gesture. She begged Vicki not to kill her. Vicki spared her life and tied her up. Ulfr and the woman he was battling had taken their fight outside. Vicki watched as the woman clashed swords with him. Vicki had to admit she was a good swordswoman. But 180

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she was struggling with exhaustion now and Ulfr was grinning with his self-satisfied roguish look. It was apparent to all three who would win; it was just a matter of time to wait and see how long the woman would last. Ulfr was merely parlaying each of her thrusts, until finally he was finished toying with her. Vicki winced when he took up the attack and slammed his heavy weapon into the woman's. Again and again he struck with punishing brutal thrusts, until the woman went down. Her sword lay in the dirt and slushy snow and she was gasping and panting on her side at his feet. Her eyes looked with loathing at Ulfr who stood over her. "I will never yield to you!" she snarled. Ulfr laughed, looking smug. "You already have, captive," he declared. "Ulfr." Vicki turned and saw Hott and about fifteen men come striding forward. The huge bear of a man, Rollo, came over and tied the woman on the ground. "She's a beauty," Rollo said with an admiring eye. Vicki had to admit he was right. The woman stood at least six foot one with long blond hair and dark blue eyes. Eyes that flashed fury. "She's a nasty little thing," Ulfr declared. "I could gentle her," Rollo said. He ran a large beefy hand down the woman's leg. Ulfr laughed when the woman gazed up at him no longer with defiance but fear. "Then by all means if you wish to trade me for her, I'm certain we can come to an agreement. One warrior woman is enough for me." 181

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Vicki walked over to him and Ulfr put his arm around her. "It's too bad it's winter; a woman such as this should be taken nude to the camp," Rollo said musingly. "Perhaps when we get closer. I'm certain with the cold freezing her behind she will happily press herself against the furs on your back and be happy to warm your bed," Ulfr suggested. Rollo smiled brightly and he hauled the woman over his shoulder as if she didn't weigh a thing. She struggled and squirmed until his large hand smacked her ass and she quieted. Vicki just shook her head. She was surrounded with barbarians. She was then distracted when the sobbing of a woman caught her attention. Hott was dragging the young woman she had tied at the river behind him. She was no longer gagged. She was whimpering pitifully not to be harmed. "She's mine," Vicki declared. All eyes lifted in stunned surprise. "You have claimed a captive?" Ulfr asked with disbelief. "I have," Vicki said. Her eyes locked menacingly onto the surrounding interested men. This captive woman of hers was no warrior woman. She was defenseless and like the dogs they were the men sensed this and were already circling like vultures. No wonder she was terrified. "No harm is to come to her. None. If you want this woman then I suggest you find some of your best gifts." "You will trade her?" Haki asked with a gleam in his eye. 182

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"No," Vicki corrected him. "The gifts are for her. Whoever catches her eye may ask for her hand in marriage. If she is in agreement." There were many groans and Ulfr laughed. Hott untied the young woman who flew to Vicki on frightened, grateful feet. "What of this one?" Varr asked. He had found the one Vicki had cold-cocked. Vicki looked at Ulfr. "Did this one harm you?" she asked. "This one is named Hilde. She kept watch over me last night. She told me to sleep and that she wouldn't harm me while I slept. She kept her word," Ulfr replied. "I'm tired of being a warrior woman," Hilde admitted. "It gets cold in the furs on winter nights. I think it would be nice to settle with a man and have his babe in my belly." Vicki thought about it. The woman did look tired. She looked at her captive. "What's your name?" "They called me slave," she replied shyly. "What were you called before?" Vicki asked. "Etta." "Etta, has this woman been cruel to you? Would you fear for your safety if she is allowed to wander as you will be?" Vicki asked. "No, she has never beaten me, or been cruel, not like Brynhild," she said and shuddered. "Brynhild is dead," Ulfr said. "I killed her in the hut. She was a woman with no mercy, as was her sister Gunnhild, who Vicki killed." "That leaves one," Hott said. "The captive who yielded to me," Vicki said. 183

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"She will not be allowed to wander the village," Ulfr said angrily. Vicki was surprised. "She yielded to me." "She tried to kill you," Ulfr said angrily, leveling a look at the warrior woman that had her shaking in terror. "The other woman tried to kill you and you showed mercy," Vicki said, although she wondered just how merciful Rollo would be. "She tried to kill you," Ulfr insisted. Vicki felt annoyed. He could be so damned egotistical. "Fine! Hott, because I disobeyed you and left to find Wolf without you, you may give the captive to whomever you choose," Vicki said. She was a bit worried Ulfr might pick someone even bigger than Rollo, if that was possible, and perhaps now Hott wouldn't give her a tongue lashing. Both men nodded in agreement. The woman was hauled to her feet whimpering. Vicki felt sorry for her. She knew what a captive's life was like. Hopefully Hott would find someone quickly to offer their protection to her. Ulfr wrapped his arms around her and Vicki snuggled into his embrace. He grinned down on her. He seemed different, a bit more of his old roguish self. His hand squeezed her behind. "Perhaps I could coax my warrior woman into some play later. Thank you for coming to my aid. It would appear your legend was correct, up to a point. A great Valhalla warrior did overcome her fears to rise from adversity to save her Wolf mate just in time," he said with a deep smile. He pronounced his name the way she did. 184

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Vicki was stunned. I am the legend. Her own story had been spoonfed to her all along. She had thought the warrior to be a man not a woman. How could she not have seen? The sword had been hers all along, made for her—forged from love to keep her safe from harm. No wonder it was so powerful, powerful enough to bring them together again. She was where she was supposed to be. Ulfr had been right from the beginning, here was home. "I am home, Wolf. This is my home, you were right. I'm where I belong—with you." Ulfr shouted in sheer joy. Vicki was delighted when Ulfr picked her up into his arms and held her high. He bellowed she was his forever and no one was to touch her. A man shook his head chuckling. "You really think any of us are going to be stupid enough to mess with her? A warrior's woman, who is a woman warrior!" Both Vicki and Ulfr laughed. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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Epilogue Vicki was nude before she hit the furs in their hut. Ulfr was back to feeling normal, obviously. He kissed her throat, her lips, her eyes. He smiled down into her face and looked at her so lovingly she was thrilled. "You trust me to keep you safe?" he asked. "Of course," she replied. "You are a powerful warrior woman," he declared. Oh no not that again. "Yes, but..." He stilled her words with a finger to her lips. "When you are armed you can defend yourself and you make yourself feel safe, that is your control." She nodded. "When we play, you give your life, your control, into my hands willingly. I keep you safe and part of your pleasure is knowing you are helpless—and safe. When you are helpless and vulnerable, and afraid, facing cruelty and hurtful pain, it isn't fun or safe." "Did they hurt you?" Vicki asked sadly. Her hand trailed with tenderness across his jaw. "They were just hits and kicks from a woman," he scoffed. Perhaps, but he had killed the woman. "Did you kill Brynhild because you were angry she hurt you?" Vicki asked. "No," he said. He looked so genuinely surprised she believed him. "She saw your back was turned and aimed for you. It was cowardly. I was dealing with both women. There was no way 186

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to avoid her death. I had no choice, as she would have killed you, little Valkyrie. She would have taken my child from me. I would have spared her life if she had yielded and not tried to kill you. The sisters and their cruelty also taught me something. I am not hurting you if I take you how you want to be taken." Now she understood. His dream demon and his reality demon had clashed, and he looked like he wanted to make up for lost time. She smiled a sultry smile. Her hands roamed his chest, one lowered to grip his stiffening penis. "Do you want to play?" she taunted. "I could always tie your hands and have my way with you." In answer she was flipped to her belly. Ulfr uttered an animalistic growl and had her wrists grasped and tied in record time. Vicki shivered with excitement; thank heaven he was back to his normal self. She felt wet with excitement. Her hips were lifted and Ulfr gently thrust his cock into her vaginal heat. She moaned as he rocked against her slowly. She heard his grunts and groans of pleasure. When the backs of her thighs connected to the front of his she could feel how tense he was. She knew he was cautious of the baby. She wanted him harder. She tried to increase their pace but he remained stubborn. "Wolf," she pleaded. A large hand settled onto the small of her back. His fingers traced over her bare bottom. Soon his lips were trailing leisurely across her heated flesh. She blew out a slow, calm breath, trying to steady herself. It was impossible; her heat 187

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was building with each deliberate stroke. She felt like she would die from bliss. "Wolf," she pleaded again. "I thought of this while I worked on my restraints. I had a hard-on for so long. Your body tortured me even from a distance. By the time I was loose I was ready to take on an army of warriors, so desperate to get back to you, to taste you again." His words came out in pants and low growls. "I love you, little Valkyrie. I hated being apart from you." "I love you, Wolf. Please." She felt his fingers, slick with grease slide into her behind and she wiggled under his touch; it had been a while. She moaned and her head dropped forward to rest against the furs. A solid arm was wrapped around her waist. "I'm going to be very rough," he warned her. Thank God. She felt the tip of his head slide in her ass and she held her breath. When he thrust hard and fast she screamed and gasped for air. He stopped briefly, removing himself and gagged her saying he wasn't going to be interrupted. She agreed with that. Her fingers clawed into fists then loosened. Her binds weren't tight but she was unable to wriggle from them—he meant business. The thought made her shudder in anticipation. His large hand that gripped her hip planted securely onto the fur beneath him. The arm around her waist was firm yet shielding of her belly. He thrust powerfully within her. He satisfied both of their needs with his driving brutal strength. 188

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His hips connected with her repeatedly. She closed her eyes and allowed the sensation to wash over her. She met his movements as best as she could until he turned her onto her back. His face was red and dripping sweat as he washed himself. Vicki couldn't help but think Odin would be proud of his controlled warrior, though Ulfr's action was speedier than she had ever witnessed. One of her legs was pulled up and rested over his shoulder, then both while he pumped into her. Once more he was gentle. She loved seeing her white flesh next to his tanned skin. She felt dainty and delicate with her hulking brute barbarian. Yet off to one side her sword rested. Waiting for its master. Vicki was in control of her destiny. Their children would be well guarded. She had tamed a Wolf after all. Or perhaps they had tamed one another. She continued to move against the love of her life. Her eyes closed when Ulfr roared his release. She still felt so desperate with the need of her own release that her eyes were pleading with him. Weeks of built-up tension begged to be unleashed. Her warm wet insides clenched him within her, unwilling for it to be over so soon. Slowly he withdrew. He smiled at her and turned her onto her belly. She felt her ankles tied. "Do not fear, I am far from finished with you," he said. Ulfr lifted her easily and lay her with care onto the table after placing a warm thick fur down. He gripped her hair. He pulled her gag down and pushed his cock past her lips. She worked him, licking and laving and kissing, hoping to get him hard again soon or she thought she would die with her need. 189

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She was so preoccupied she choked on a scream in surprise when her hips were grabbed tightly and a thick cock thrust up her behind, filling her in a single stroke. "You're late," Ulfr mumbled. "Valerie wanted to know what I was doing with the captive," Hott replied on a grunt. "And?" Hott eased himself out of her and then thumped back into Vicki's behind and she shuddered when she came. "I thought of giving her to Volundr, to keep him out of trouble, but he would be gentle and he is young and not very bright, so he would most likely become smitten. She's very beautiful and I worried the two of them would plot to somehow get to your little Valkyrie, especially if the woman convinced him no harm would come to Vicki," Hott said. Vicki thought he was most likely right. Hott eased out and thrust up into her again, and Vicki clenched her teeth. His thrusts were gentle, but his cock was huge and it had been a while since her behind had had this much attention. He eased out again and thrust quicker. She continued to work Ulfr with her mouth knowing Hott was almost finished. Hott began rocking steadily within her and he grunted when he came. Ulfr was hard in her mouth and moved behind her. She cried out when he thrust into her ass and groaned. Oh she had missed this. Hott wiped himself off with a dripping wet cloth and was soon sliding into her mouth. "I gave her to Havarthr," Hott said. Ulfr grunted his approval. 190

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Vicki knew the man; he was indeed as huge as the man the other captive had been given to. The man's tastes were much the same as Ulfr's. Havarthr wouldn't let anyone beat the woman, but he had three brothers to share her with, who all had insatiable sexual appetites. No doubt they would all keep her very busy this winter warming their furs. Vicki doubted she or Ulfr would ever see her, which was undoubtedly Hott's intent. Ulfr started rocking against her, Hott was all ready hardening in her mouth and Vicki stopped thinking about the other woman. She was in a barbaric time with huge powerful Viking warriors. She was having her fantasy acted out; only it was a reality that she knew would go on all day and possibly into the night. She lay immobile, tied and bound and vulnerable—and safe. She was loving every second of it. **** [Back to Table of Contents]

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