Cum For The Viking 5 Read online

  Cum For The Viking 5

  Lora’s Surrender

  By Virginia Wade

  Copyright © 2012 Virginia Wade

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published by I Love Stacy

  Smashwords Edition

  Virginia Wade

  http://virginia-wade-erotica.com

  http://twitter.com/VirginiaErotica

  Email:

  [email protected]

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this book is prohibited. 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 express written permission from the author.

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Chapter One

  Although I had found myself in the midst of a Viking invasion, having been seduced and bedded by three handsome and virile men, I glanced at my surroundings and found myself remarkably content. I lay in a sumptuous bed with clean linens and fluffy pillows, accompanied by a muscled, gorgeous man, with whom I had fallen madly in love.

  I admired his profile, the prominence of his chin, which led to full, pink lips, surrounded by shorn blonde hair. His beard was nearly a week old, and it scratched me endlessly, sometimes in unmentionable places, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. The chamber held a curtained bed that was a foot off the floor. A large fireplace graced the far wall, but the embers had burned down. A desk and chair stood some distance away, and Finn’s chainmail, sword, and helmet were near the door. He had been out all night engaged in a fierce battle, and he had returned exhausted.

  Men from the shire had attacked with greater numbers and weapons. They had organized under Lord Abbot and other lords, which was to be expected. My people had finally fought back, but not before a great deal of atrocities had been committed. Dorset was thoroughly looted, and there wasn’t a virgin in the county.

  I would not curse the day the Vikings had arrived, because it had set me free. My mother and I had been reviled as witches by the townspeople, and they decried us wherever we went. My mother had a gift for seeing the future, and she had said that I would marry a dark-haired invader, but that had not come to pass. Bram Laxdale had kidnapped me, and he had sold me to Matheus Hrolf, a Danish merchant, shortly after the invasion. The promise of an even greater fortune was too much for Matheus, who abandoned me, leaving me in Finn Vapnfjord’s clutches. Matheus was to return with ships to transport gold and relics the Vikings had stolen from the churches and monasteries. None of this mattered now, as I had found bliss in Finn’s company.

  I touched his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin. He was on his back, naked, with nothing more than a thin blanket shielding his glory from my hungry eyes. We had made love before he’d fallen asleep, but I found myself craving him again, recalling all of the naughty things he had done to me. I kissed his arm, inhaling his sweet, male scent.

  “I’m sleeping, woman.” His deep-timbered voice was a surprise.

  “Sorry.”

  He rolled onto his side, his arm going around me. I found myself pressed to the length of his body, with only the blanket between us. I was naked as well. I needed no further encouragement, as I took advantage of the situation, pulling the blanket away and kissing his neck. I ran my hand along his spine to firm, round buttocks. His phallus pressed into my tummy, leaving a wet spot.

  “I’ll never regain my strength, if I don’t sleep. How am I to fight now? Or is this your plan, you English wench? Are you trying to exhaust me?”

  I wrapped my hand around his cock. “What about this? It doesn’t seem tired, my Lord.”

  He groaned, rolling onto his back. I leaned over him, dropping kisses on his chest. “You needn’t do much. I can pleasure us both.”

  “No doubt.”

  “You’re in no condition to protest, my Lord. You can’t leave the room like this. What would your men think?” The pad of my thumb drew teasing circles over the tip of his penis. This was easy because he had begun to leak. “It would be unseemly to walk around in such an aggravated state.” He groaned in response. My smile was saucy. “It seems you’ve been struck down with a rather serious affliction.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s horribly inflamed.”

  His grin was crooked. “Indeed.”

  “You do know what they say about infections, don’t you?”

  “What?”

  “They must be drained, my Lord.”

  “You don’t say.”

  “It’s the only way it’ll find relief.”

  “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

  “Or, perhaps, it’s a sign from God. You’ve been punished, and you must repent.”

  “I like the first choice better.”

  “You don’t wish to repent all of your sins?”

  “If I started, we’d be sitting here for a week straight. I’m a heathen, my dear. My sins are…long and distinguished.”

  I squeezed his cock. “They most certainly are.”

  He sat up, grabbing my arms. “You play a naughty game, Lora, but I like it. I like you.”

  Our eyes met, as heat flared between us. “I like you too.”

  He closed the distance, meeting my lips for a sweet, yet searing kiss that I wished would go on for all eternity. Our tongues battled in the silken wetness. I snaked my arms around his neck, holding him close, while he savaged my mouth, pillaging me thoroughly. He smelled of mead with a hint of tobacco, because he had shared a pipe with a friend after dinner.

  We collapsed to the bed, while he kissed my throat. “Oh, my…Lord…” Our evenings always ended this way, with a cozy fire followed by a bout of delicious sex. His kisses descended to my breasts, which he crushed together, the heaving mounds jiggling wildly. Each nipple was sucked to a hardened peak. “Ooohhh…”

  He growled his appreciation, his kisses landing on my belly. I squirmed beneath him in lustful anticipation, knowing exactly where he was going. I could hardly contain my enthusiasm for this particular act because the feel of a slinky, hot tongue twirling over my nub was as sinful and pleasing as a cock itself. He settled in; his blonde head dropped between my thighs, while I drove fingers through thick, silky hair.

  “Oh, yes,” I hissed through my teeth.

  “This is my idea of penance.”

  “I’d gladly suffer at your hands, my Lord. Deliver me from sin.”

  The low rumble of a laugh reverberated through him. “I’m about to deliver you to sin.” His tongue ran the length of my slit, dipping into my dampness.

  “Oh…yes…you are…” My eyes rolled into my head, as speech left me. I floated into the void of bliss, while my senses were teased to distraction by an expert tongue. His finger breached my entrance, sliding in and out while he prodded my little nub. This went on for long minutes, and, with each thrilling assault, my body tensed and shivered. “You must let me do the same, my Lord.” I pushed him gently.

  He rolled onto his back. “Be my guest.”

  I crawled over him, straddling him. I pressed myself against his hardness. “That was nice.”


  His blue eyes sparkled. “It was?”

  “Yes.”

  He touched my face. “Min engel.”

  My long, black hair fell to his chest. “That’s lovely, Finn. You’re my angel too.”

  “To think I thought you might be a witch. That was stupid.”

  “My cat fell from your rafters. I would’ve thought the same.”

  “Where is the little hellion now?”

  “Vincent’s probably chasing mice.” I wrapped my hand around his cock. “This is my present.”

  “What are your plans?”

  “I shall ride this soon, but first…a taste.” I licked him, and he groaned. I attacked with enthusiasm; the musky scent teasing me, while the sounds of his moans filled the room. His fingers tangled in my hair, while I bobbed on him, lifting and lowering, over and over. Saliva poured down his shaft, gathering at the base.

  “Ahhhh…”

  I licked and sucked, my jaw was beginning to ache, but I continued because I knew he loved it. With each pull, the muscles in my pussy contracted. I was nearly senseless with need when I straddled him, lowering until he was sheathed to the hilt.

  “Finn!” His hands went to my hips, while I ground low and hard, taking exactly what I needed and then some. “Oh, it’s so good.”

  “It’s always good with you.”

  My hair fell around us like a satiny curtain, and my breasts bounced, with pink nipples lifting and falling rhythmically. With each thrust, I grazed his pelvis, as feelings of pleasure exploded in my womanhood.

  “Ooohhh…” I flung my head back, sending hair over his thighs. “Oooo…Finn!” He let me use him, riding his cock as if he were a prized stallion. His size was such that I could feel him in my stomach. “My…Lord!” I shuddered then, biting my lip and tasting blood, while my body succumbed to a raging climax. “FINN!” I screamed, not caring if I brought the entire house down. While I thrust, I continued to shudder from the diminishing effects of the climax.

  “Watching you repent is arousing.”

  He was as hard as iron inside of me. “What shall we do for you?” I sounded breathless.

  Finn sat up abruptly, grabbing me. “This.” His lips covered mine, seducing the insides of my mouth with his tongue. Then he pushed me to the bed, lodging between my creamy thighs. “I’ll take this. Wrap your legs around me.” I did so, locking my ankles, while he thrust deeply, his mouth to my ear. “My love, my Lora…” He drove determinedly; his body was a mass of woven sinew; every muscle was engaged and straining from the effort. The bed shook, the frame creaking from his strength, as he gave no quarter in seeking his pleasure. I held on for dear life, my feet firmly locked, while I withstood the burden. “Oh, dear God!” He thrust, stiffening, while his lips found mine for a wet, sloppy kiss. His seed poured into me, while he pushed deeper, knocking on the door of my cervix. “Aaahhh…” He collapsed on top of me, and then he rolled to the side, taking me with him in his arms.

  “Are you well pleased, my Lord?”

  “That I am.” Damp tendrils of his hair were stuck to his forehead. I moved them away.

  “We should call for a bath.”

  “That’s a marvelous idea.”

  “Do you think you’ll be needed tonight?” He’d been gone most evenings fighting the insurgents.

  “I haven’t a clue. So far it’s quiet.” At that precise moment, there was a commotion on the first floor. It sounded as if an entire contingent of men had stormed the manor. “What the devil is that?” He sprang to his feet, while the thumps of booted feet echoed on the staircase.

  I grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around my body, and slid from the bed, hiding on the other side. The door shook with the force of a closed fist pounding incessantly.

  “Open up!” demanded a deep voice.

  Finn had tossed his shirt and tunic over his head and he was in the process of tying his braes. “King Gunnlaug?” He threw open the door, as a tall, older man entered wearing gilded chainmail and an ornate, bejeweled helmet. Finn seemed shocked to see him, yet his expression held a hint of humor.

  I peeked from behind the bed, astonished at the number of men that had suddenly filed into the room. They were dressed from head to foot in battle gear.

  “It smells of sex in here,” declared the king in a booming voice.

  Finn bowed. “Welcome to England, my Liege.”

  Chapter Two

  The men greeted one another as old friends, embracing briefly, while grinning from ear to ear. “This calls for drink!” shouted Finn. “Skord! Bring mead!”

  A young man in a woolen shirt and trousers appeared. “Yes, my Lord.”

  Finn glanced at me, winking. “This is hardly the place for a reunion. Let’s go down, where we’ll be more comfortable. I’ll have cook make food.”

  “She’s lovely.” The older man’s eyes were on me, but I had yet to move from the security of the other side of the bed.

  “This is Lora Green. Lora meet King Gunnlaug.”

  “You’ll forgive me if I’m not more welcoming,” I said.

  “What are you hiding, my dear?”

  I glared at the older man. “I don’t care for Vikings, and I’m hardly in a position to greet you. I’m…without clothes.”

  He laughed, as a wicked glimmer flashed in his eyes. “Not only is she exceedingly pretty, but her tongue is as sharp as a blade.”

  “It is indeed. She’s all fire and passion.” Every male eye in the room was on me.

  His bushy eyebrow lifted. “You’re a lucky man.”

  “I am.”

  “As much as I’d like to see her naked, we’ve strategy to plan. Let’s return to the hall and enjoy some refreshment. I’m parched for drink.”

  Skord appeared, holding a tray. “See to Lora, will you? We’re going below.”

  The men left one by one, eyeing me one last time before disappearing from sight. I stared at the door after it closed, listening to their boots on the staircase. Skord had left a tray filled with drink, bread, cheese, and slices of meat. I took the fare and sat by the fire, eating while staring into the flames. The meeting grew boisterous beneath me, as the men celebrated and schemed, planning how best to pilfer my countrymen. I remained awake for as long as I could, and, when my eyes would no longer stay open, I crawled into bed, falling asleep instantly. At some point in the night Finn returned, the mattress shifting under his weight. He snuggled into me and fell asleep, reeking of drink.

  I watched him bathe in the morning, lying on the bed with my head in the palm of my hand. He ran a cloth over his fair skin. “Must you leave?”

  “Yes, unfortunately. It’s my job.”

  “I know I shouldn’t care if you die…but I do.”

  “I’m sorry I’ve made you care for me. Perhaps if I beat you more, this wouldn’t be an issue.” He grinned.

  “I know you’d never raise a hand against me in anger. You lack that violent nature, thank God.” My thoughts shifted instantly. “He brought so many men with him. Why do they need you?”

  “I know the area. I’ve been here longer.”

  “You’ll be back in a few hours?”

  “Yes.”

  “But you will fight?”

  “If I must. There have been uprisings. There are more and more every day.”

  “I’m glad my people are no longer tolerating your kind.” I was a traitor for caring about the enemy, but my emotions wouldn’t listen to reason.

  He sighed. “We knew they’d fight. This is entirely expected, although I must say, the invasion was ridiculously easy. You English really must do something to shore up your defenses. The seaside towns are like sitting ducks, and the monasteries are beyond helpless.”

  “We’re a peaceful people. Monks aren’t known to pick up arms.”

  “And when we’re gone, you’ll be peaceful again.”

  “Do you still plan to stay in England?” He’d begun to dress, throwing his shirt over his head.

  “I’m settling north, if you’l
l join me, but I’ve got to finish this business first.” A pounding on the door startled both of us. “Who is it?”

  “They’re waiting for you, my Lord.” It was Skord.

  “Thank you.” He glanced at me, while tying thongs of leather to his legs. “Stay here, and be safe.” A sleeved jerkin was secured with a belt. His chainmail would be next, followed by a heavy cloak. “Do you require anything while I’m gone?”

  “Just you.” Something unpleasant lodged in my tummy, as worry settled into my bones. “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

  He approached, kissing my forehead. “Keep yourself well, Lora. I’ll be back soon.”

  “I will. Stay safe, my Lord.”

  “I shall.” He smiled kindly, his gaze resting on me. “I could never leave you, fagr maer.” His hand touched my face. “I’ve been infected with a sickness of the blood. It’s a love toxin.”

  I laughed at that. “Oh, dear. You’re in grave trouble.”

  “That I am.” He turned, presenting his back, while he pulled his boots up. Then he grasped his sword, securing it at his side. “Keep the bed warm, my love.” He blew me a kiss before he left, closing the door behind him.

  I waited until nightfall and yet he did not appear. Nor was he at the door in the morning. Thus began a series of awful, anxious days, where every sound in the house had me bolting upright and springing to my feet, anticipating Finn’s return. My mind played horrible images, visions of bloody battles and corpses rotting in the fields. Skord continued to bring food and drink, and each time I saw him, I asked about his master. He assured me that all was well. He said there was heavy fighting to the west.

  On the fifth day, I was close to hysterics, pacing the room out of desperation, and hating the upset that had settled in my stomach, as it ached with anxiety. A commotion in the courtyard sent me to the window, where I glanced down through hazy glass. It was raining, and puddles of water had mixed with dirt, creating pools of filth. Several men sat on horseback with a woman who wore a veil. The female must be an Abbot. In that horrible instant, my spirits sank to new lows, realizing that the former occupants of the manor had returned.