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  Cum For The Viking 6

  The Final Seduction

  By Virginia Wade

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  Chapter One

  I was thrilled to have a home to return to, as the manor had withstood a Viking onslaught. This had been the scene of depravity, and I had been persuaded to participate in perversions the likes of which I could only have imagined before. After my abduction, I had lost my virginity to Finn Vapnfjord, and the lusty Norseman had shared me with his men. My sister, Emma, and I had endured with stoic dignity, although I had secretly enjoyed their attention, and I had been fond of Finn. It was rumored that he had fallen in love with the village witch, Lora Green.

  “It looks good, Charlotte,” said Rupert, staring into the great hall. “At least they didn’t burn it down, the bastards.”

  My husband had rescued me from King Gunnlaug last night. It had been years since I had seen him, having married when I was a child. The union was something our parents contrived, keeping to tradition and ensuring the wealth and prosperity of our families. He had left on a crusade shortly thereafter, and I had not heard one word from him, until yesterday. The boy I remembered was lanky and weak, his face had been gaunt, but the man was an entirely different matter. He’d appeared dressed in chainmail and a surcoat, the regalia emblazoned with symbols of the Templar knight. It saddened me that Rupert had not been given a reprieve from fighting in years, and now he had to battle the savages who had invaded his home.

  I crinkled my nose. “It smells terrible.” Several dogs scurried to my feet, sniffing and whining, their tails wagging excitedly. “Someone needs to get them out.” A man, my Lord’s Squire, began to shepherd the animals towards the front door. I glanced to the rafters. “Shall we see who’s in the solar?” Finn Vapnfjord had occupied the manor, and I suspected I knew who was in my parent’s bedchamber: his concubine witch, Lora Green.

  “After you, my dear.”

  I took the steps, as anticipation hardened my resolve. The Vikings had fled to the beach, where they would hopefully return to their ships and leave us in peace. They had already pillaged the countryside, several miles inward, until the lords had gathered an army to push them back.

  I paused before the door, my hand lingering on the metal latch. I pushed it open and gasped. Just as I thought, there stood the village witch, Lora Green, dressed in my mother’s clothes no less! I lifted the veil I wore to peer at her.

  “You’ve made yourself quite comfortable in my home, Lora Green.”

  “I’m hardly a guest. “I’m…a hostage.”

  “The tide has turned. Your Viking lover is dead.” I wasn’t sure if this were true or not, but I couldn’t help the venom in my voice. Finn had chosen her over me, and my pride had been bruised as a result. The memory smarted still.

  “I haven’t a clue what’s happened. I’ve been waiting for days. I’ve heard nothing of the sort.”

  That statement had bothered her, as her expression darkened, but I could have cared less. “You’re wearing my mother’s dress.”

  “I found it in a trunk.”

  “In my house. In my parent’s bedchamber.” My husband had come up behind me. “Rupert, my love. Come see the whore who’s defiled my house.”

  “She looks exactly like her mother. She’s become a beauty.” I glanced at him, stunned by his words.

  “You’ve returned from your crusade, Lord Colby. Everyone thought you’d perished.”

  “I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you.” He smiled slightly.

  “Not at all. I’d never wish death on anyone. I’m glad you’ve returned for Lady Colby’s sake.”

  “Thank you, Lora.”

  “Well, that’s all good and nice, but you must leave at once. We’re reclaiming our house. My parents will be here within the hour.”

  “I understand. Is your sister well?”

  “She’s as well as can be expected. This has been a trying time for everyone.” I struggled not to feel badly for her. She would be sent into inclement weather and freezing conditions, left to fend for herself. But this was my home, from which I had been banished for weeks.

  “Your house is lovely. You’re lucky to have such a fine dwelling.”

  “Have you anywhere to go?” asked Rupert.

  “I…yes I do. What happened to the men that were here before? Where’s Skord?”

  “Who?” I had never heard of that name before.

  “Oh, never mind.” Lora began to gather her things. Tossing my mother’s cloak over her shoulders. “Are the Vikings gone from Dorset?”

  “Not completely,” said Rupert. “They’re still encamped on the beach. We’re slowly taking back the land.”

  She looked grim. “Thank you. Have a good day.” The door closed behind her.

  “She has nowhere to go.”

  I glanced at my husband. “Her home is on the cliff. She isn’t without protection.”

  “Now she is. It’s dangerous in the village.”

  “I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’ll find safety soon enough. She’s fond of the Vikings.” I glanced around the room, noting that it had been well-kept and clean. The linens looked fresh, and the fire had been lit. “When will the others arrive?”

  His arms went around me. “Soon.”

  I hadn’t been able to be with him last night, because we had hidden in a small cottage in the woods with my father, mother, and sister. They were on their way, and we would again lack privacy.

  I turned to look at him. “I wish we were alone.” These words were scandalous, but I didn’t care.

  He knew exactly what I had meant, because his eyes glimmered with heat. “Later, my dear. I do believe your mother wants to celebrate our return.” He stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “We have all the time in the world to get to know one another…in every possible way.” His voice sounded husky.

  Being alone with him left me nearly desperate with desire, my limbs wanting to give way. I needed to be in his arms. I leaned into him. “Mayhap we…I could have one kiss?”

  “One kiss?” Amusement glimmered in his dark eyes.

  “Yes, my Lord husband. Something to tide me over until the evening.”

  “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I doubt we will find any privacy in the great hall. We shall be sleeping with many people, including your sister and all the servants.”

  “Shush. Don’t remind me of these unpleasant things.” I grasped at his shoulders, feeling the coldness of the chainmail. “Where is my kiss?”

  “You’re a demanding little thing.” A look of hunger replaced his amusement.

  My attention fell to his mouth, the plump, inviting lips. “Yes, sir…” I’d become slightly dazed, buzzing with anticipation.

  His hands cradled my face. “Very well. I suppose we have time for one little kiss. It would hardly create a
scandal.”

  I swallowed. “No, sir.”

  “My Lord?”

  “I mean, no sir, my Lord.”

  He chuckled, pressing his mouth to mine. I sighed and melted into him, relishing the taste of his tongue, as it drifted into my mouth. Having kissed before, much to my shame, I knew exactly how much I liked it, and I attacked him then, meeting his tongue with my own. My hands rested on his chest, but they weren’t idle for long, snaking their way around his neck, the fingers threading through glossy strands of dark hair.

  “Ooommm…” I moaned.

  The embrace wasn’t confined to his mouth, as my lips sought his neck, nibbling and grazing his flesh with my teeth. I sucked on an earlobe, enjoying the groan that rumbled in his chest. Strong hands drifted down my back, cupping my buttocks, and lifting me slightly against what I perceived was his erection.

  “This must stop, Charlotte,” he murmured thickly.

  “Oh, my…Lord.”

  “Your parents.”

  “They aren’t here yet.” I boldly felt beneath his chainmail, touching his tummy. Muscles tensed under my fingertips. “I wish I could show you my appreciation, my Lord. You did rescue me from those horrible Vikings.”

  “That I did,” he purred.

  His trousers were a victim of my stealthy fingers, loosening the strings that held up the garment. “I wish to pleasure you, sir. I…you should let me.” The boldness of this request shocked me, but a strange magic had taken over, and I was determined to reveal my husband’s member. I wanted to know what it looked like. It was my right after all.

  “Dear God, Charlotte.”

  “This won’t take but a moment, sir.” I’d undone the pants, lowering the material, exposing the item I had been seeking. A thick, delicious looking cock appeared before my eyes, throbbing and glistening on the end. “Oh, my…Lord.” I got on my knees.

  “Charlotte.” He sounded pained.

  “Just a little taste. No one would be the wiser, sir. My parents aren’t here yet. We’re alone.” I glanced up at him, seeing a man who would give in to me, especially when I began to finger the wet tip, massaging the clear-like fluid with the pad of my thumb. “Oh, sir…”

  “Oh…”

  I had learned a thing or two from my time with the Vikings. I enjoyed sucking a man’s cock, almost as much as I adored having one between my thighs. “This is lovely.” There was nothing wrong in enjoying a stolen moment that would bring us pleasure. His breathing sounded ragged, strained.

  “Might I have a taste?” He groaned in response, and, since he hadn’t moved an inch, I closed my lips around him, drawing gently from the end, while I pushed against him with the tip of my tongue.

  “Aaahhh…Charlotte…”

  A musky aroma teased me, while I licked each side, my tongue sliding over taut skin. He felt as hard as a wood plank and he throbbed, jerked, and leaked profusely. Fingers drove through my hair, tangling in the tresses. I’d not had a maid to attend me in days, so my coiffure wasn’t done up and most of my hair hung down my back.

  “Oh, my love…that’s so nice.” I met his gaze, while I feasted on him. His look of passion inspired me to take him to the back of my throat, where I suppressed the urge to gag. “My…dear…I’m so close.”

  I could sense this from the pained look on his face. “I want to eat every last drop, sir.” This request widened his eyes. My fingertips massaged him, while I waited, holding out my tongue.

  He grasped himself then, groaning, while the tip erupted with heated cream. The spray was wild, hitting me on the forehead and dripping into my mouth. “Ah...Charlotte!”

  “Oh, my Lord.” I set about licking him, running up and down the shaft, lapping away at the salty juices. “I think you enjoyed that.”

  “What’s happened to you?”

  “What do you mean?” I kissed the tip of his penis. He was beginning to soften.

  “You’re a whore in the bedroom, Charlotte.”

  I sucked in a breath. “Is that bad, my Lord? Would you prefer we read from the Good Book instead? Should we recite poetry?” I got to my feet, preparing for a fight.

  He laughed, “No, my dear. I’m…you amaze me.”

  Blame my behavior on those horrible Vikings. “Thank you, my Lord.”

  He drew me to him. “Whatever shall we do to please you?”

  A saucy smile lit my face. “The possibilities are endless.”

  Chapter Two

  “We haven’t a lot of time, Charlotte.”

  I lifted my dress, approaching the bed. “Your attention here would please me greatly, my Lord.” I grinned, especially at the look on his face. I had scandalized him. This might be the only chance to be together, until we built our own home. I wasn’t in the mood to wait for months. I sat on the bed. “Unless you have objections.”

  “None, my love. I thought you’d want a slow seduction with all the trappings of courtship.”

  “Let’s do that as well, but first”, I exposed myself to his interested gaze, “I crave your tongue, sir. You needn’t do much. I’m…quite aroused as it is.”

  He knelt before me, resting his hands on my knees. “You are a revelation, Charlotte.”

  “I’ll go to church, my Lord. I’ll be pious. I am pious. I…just need—”

  “Yes, I think I know. Rest easy, my dear. I shall pleasure you.”

  “Oh!” His breath lingered over my mound. “Thank you, sir…Lord.”

  A soft, wet tongue slid over the most sensitive part of my anatomy, a reminder of how wonderful it felt when I had first been with Finn Vapnfjord. Then Thorod and…King Gunnlaug. I would spend the rest of my days atoning for all the sins I had committed…but right now…I yearned for bliss at the hands of my lawfully wedded husband.

  “Ooohh…”

  I prayed we had enough time before the arrival of my parents. His tongue toyed with the nub, pushing against it over and over, while a finger entered, sinking into the wetness. I had enjoyed pleasuring him, and each pull on his cock had sent a flood of arousal to my core, where it gathered and throbbed. While he laved, he worked a finger inside, wiggling and rubbing.

  “My…Lord!” I gasped. “Yes!” Lifting my buttocks from the bed, I pushed myself into his face. I was nearly mad with desperation, wishing his phallus had recovered already, but in my experience with men, it took a while for them to rebound. He suddenly got to his feet, staring at me. “What’s happened? Is something wrong?”

  “I thought I heard a noise. Your family has arrived.”

  I sprang from the bed. “Oh, no. That cannot be!” Racing to the window, I glanced down into the courtyard, seeing only the horses we had brought. “They’re not here.” I turned to him, seeing the jutting length of his cock. “You’ve hardened again.” Elation swept through me. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

  “I’ve been inspired.” His grin was wolfish.

  “Indeed.” I approached the bed, bending over and exposing my rear end, while holding the dress up. “You should take me, my Lord. Quick! Let’s not waste another moment.”

  “Again you surprise me.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” I sounded miserable, impatient, but hardly repentant. “You may punish me later for whatever you wish, but right now, I…need you sir.” He smacked my cheek. “Ouch!”

  “You should be punished, Charlotte. You’re far too bold for a virgin, and you’ve the appetite of a harlot.”

  “Sir?” I glanced at him. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”

  “You’re quite brazen. A wife should be meek and obedient. The Vikings have spoiled you.”

  “Oh, please, my husband. You’re wedded to me in the eyes of the church. If I can’t enjoy my own husband, what shall I do?”

  He laughed at that. “This is your argument?”

  “I was forced to pleasure the invaders. I hardly had a choice. Must we talk about it now?” His hand landed with a stinging slap. “Ouf!”

  “I’ll give you what you want, my love, but you’ll have to wal
k the righteous path from this day forward.”

  I bit my lower lip. “What does that mean?”

  “You shall be a lady outside the bedchamber. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, of course, sir.” I stared at his cock, as a naughty idea popped into my mind. “How shall I behave behind closed doors?” I held my breath, waiting for the answer, hoping the words were the ones I longed to hear.

  “I want you just the way you are, my dear. Naked and wet.”

  He’d been teasing me! A distracting tingle burst inside my belly. “Yes, sir. Oh, don’t wait, Rupert. They’re coming soon. Take me while you can. We might not have another chance for a long time.”

  His hand was on my hip, his expression heated. “As you wish, my love.”

  “Oh, I do. I wish it.”

  His laughter filled the room. “Are you ready, Charlotte?”

  “Oh, yes.” The tip of his cock pressed to my portal, pushing open the silky lips of my sex. “Sir...please!”

  “If only we had more time. I would’ve liked to tease you more. I want to hear you beg for it. Scream for it.”

  “I will, sir. Please, please. Take me now before they come. Don't waste another moment.”

  He drove inwards, filling me with that glorious cock. The force was such that I grasped the bedding for support. How he managed to maneuver, while wearing the chainmail, was beyond me. I shuddered with pleasure and braced myself, waiting for him to thrust harder. He began to drive solidly, plunging to the balls.

  “Oh, yes…yes…my Lord!”

  “Ah, God, Charlotte. You’re wonderful, my love.”

  “Take me, sir. Take me harder.”

  “You naughty girl.”

  “I’d do anything for you, my husband.”

  The sounds of our lovemaking competed with the creaking of the bed, as it shook under our efforts. I had been flirting with the edges of bliss earlier, and that returned full force now, especially due to the thickness of his phallus.

  “Ooohh…I’m…my…”

  Like a horse out of a gate, he pounded without remorse, sliding back and forth through the moist sheath. I dripped with wetness. The harder he strove, the closer to oblivion I came, and, as he labored, I groaned, the sound primal and strained.