hungry mouth found the taut pink nubs of her nipples, first
teasing with a clever tongue, then nipping gently. Each tiny bite sent shocks
of pleasure tingling through Edda’s body. Helpless to defend against Valgard’s
skill, Edda gripped his shoulders and moaned desperately.
Even as he teased her breasts, Valgard rubbed against her
just so, pressing his erection against her aching slit. She reeled with need
for him, marveling at his control. Valgard was breathing hard, and it felt as
though his cock were practically straining through his pants. His greedy eyes
were on her, watching her reactions, waiting until she was wild with need to
take her.
Edda gave in to Valgard’s caresses, molding her body against
his. She felt as though she were melting, liquid heat spreading across her
skin. As Valgard stripped away his trousers and hiked up her skirts, it was
nearly impossible to tell where their bodies separated save for the deep,
greedy ache deep within Edda’s core. She heard words falling from her lips,
pleas for Valgard to enter her, and she was helpless to stop herself.
Edda cried out as Valgard, satisfied with his dominion over
her, pushed the blunt head of his cock against her swollen, slick lips. He
parted her and entered slowly, pushing inch by inch. He was a well-endowed man
to begin with, but their months of separation had left Edda feeling as tight as
a virgin. It was sweet bliss to be stretched out and filled up again.
Valgard, finally surrendering some of that iron control and
thrust deep into Edda’s channel. His groans of pleasure as his thick shaft
split her open again and again drove Edda wild. She bucked her hips up against
him, wanting to have as much of him as she could.
“Oh, my love,” he moaned, his member twitching deep within
her.
“I’m so close,” Edda gasped in return, locking her legs
around Valgard’s waist. “So close!”
Unexpectedly, Valgard reached down and stroked Edda’s hard
clitoris as he plunged into her. “Good,” he growled, sinking into her to the
hilt. “I want to feel you climax on my cock.”
The shock of his fingers on the most sensitive part of her
drove Edda over the edge. Her fingers dug into Valgard’s back as she cried out
like an animal, her channel pulsing with pleasure that sparked through her
whole body. Valgard, groaning, pumped into her throbbing core only a few more
times before Edda felt his hot seed spurt into her, filling her up with warmth.
They lay together in a tangle of sticky limbs, panting and
exhausted. Edda rested her cheek on Valgard’s strong chest, listening to his
heartbeat slow down as his breath returned to normal.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked him,
smiling up at him.
“How could I forget?” Valgard laughed. “I was never so
surprised as when you propositioned me, you minx.”
Edda smiled at the memory. Her appearance didn’t make it
obvious, but she had been born into slavery to a Picti kitchen woman at a keep
miles from here. Valgard had been traveling through on a quest when he’d
stopped for supplies. Edda had been shoveling ashes out of the hearth into a
bucket, her long, lank hair obscuring her face, but something about her had
caught Valgard’s eye nonetheless.
“Excuse me, miss, but could you tell me where I can find
lord of this keep?” he’d asked, courteous as if she were a lady.
“He don’t leave his schedule with the likes of me,” Edda had
retorted, tossing her hair aside. Valgard had taken a step backwards at the
fire in her eyes and the beauty of her features, but Edda mistook it for
something else. Usually when men talked to the slaves, they had rather
different motives in mind.
“My apologies, miss,” he said, with a little bow. “I shan’t
disturb you any further.”
When one of the lord’s guardsmen had come to her the next
morning, Edda had feared that Valgard had taken offense. She had stood
dumbstruck when the guard had removed the shackle from her ankle,
teasing with a clever tongue, then nipping gently. Each tiny bite sent shocks
of pleasure tingling through Edda’s body. Helpless to defend against Valgard’s
skill, Edda gripped his shoulders and moaned desperately.
Even as he teased her breasts, Valgard rubbed against her
just so, pressing his erection against her aching slit. She reeled with need
for him, marveling at his control. Valgard was breathing hard, and it felt as
though his cock were practically straining through his pants. His greedy eyes
were on her, watching her reactions, waiting until she was wild with need to
take her.
Edda gave in to Valgard’s caresses, molding her body against
his. She felt as though she were melting, liquid heat spreading across her
skin. As Valgard stripped away his trousers and hiked up her skirts, it was
nearly impossible to tell where their bodies separated save for the deep,
greedy ache deep within Edda’s core. She heard words falling from her lips,
pleas for Valgard to enter her, and she was helpless to stop herself.
Edda cried out as Valgard, satisfied with his dominion over
her, pushed the blunt head of his cock against her swollen, slick lips. He
parted her and entered slowly, pushing inch by inch. He was a well-endowed man
to begin with, but their months of separation had left Edda feeling as tight as
a virgin. It was sweet bliss to be stretched out and filled up again.
Valgard, finally surrendering some of that iron control and
thrust deep into Edda’s channel. His groans of pleasure as his thick shaft
split her open again and again drove Edda wild. She bucked her hips up against
him, wanting to have as much of him as she could.
“Oh, my love,” he moaned, his member twitching deep within
her.
“I’m so close,” Edda gasped in return, locking her legs
around Valgard’s waist. “So close!”
Unexpectedly, Valgard reached down and stroked Edda’s hard
clitoris as he plunged into her. “Good,” he growled, sinking into her to the
hilt. “I want to feel you climax on my cock.”
The shock of his fingers on the most sensitive part of her
drove Edda over the edge. Her fingers dug into Valgard’s back as she cried out
like an animal, her channel pulsing with pleasure that sparked through her
whole body. Valgard, groaning, pumped into her throbbing core only a few more
times before Edda felt his hot seed spurt into her, filling her up with warmth.
They lay together in a tangle of sticky limbs, panting and
exhausted. Edda rested her cheek on Valgard’s strong chest, listening to his
heartbeat slow down as his breath returned to normal.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked him,
smiling up at him.
“How could I forget?” Valgard laughed. “I was never so
surprised as when you propositioned me, you minx.”
Edda smiled at the memory. Her appearance didn’t make it
obvious, but she had been born into slavery to a Picti kitchen woman at a keep
miles from here. Valgard had been traveling through on a quest when he’d
stopped for supplies. Edda had been shoveling ashes out of the hearth into a
bucket, her long, lank hair obscuring her face, but something about her had
caught Valgard’s eye nonetheless.
“Excuse me, miss, but could you tell me where I can find
lord of this keep?” he’d asked, courteous as if she were a lady.
“He don’t leave his schedule with the likes of me,” Edda had
retorted, tossing her hair aside. Valgard had taken a step backwards at the
fire in her eyes and the beauty of her features, but Edda mistook it for
something else. Usually when men talked to the slaves, they had rather
different motives in mind.
“My apologies, miss,” he said, with a little bow. “I shan’t
disturb you any further.”
When one of the lord’s guardsmen had come to her the next
morning, Edda had feared that Valgard had taken offense. She had stood
dumbstruck when the guard had removed the shackle from her ankle,
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