Chapter 2

Hott used her towel to clean them both of his seed. He had checked before he took her to make certain she wasn’t a virgin and had been delighted she wasn’t. It had taken him days to coax his skittish Drifa. She had been young and inexperienced. She had been fearful of his huge sex. But this little Valkyrie was not skittish.

Her green eyes had filled with passion, and he hadn’t been able to control the lust he felt for her. When she had moaned beneath him he had almost come undone. She hadn’t whimpered pitifully or lay prone and unmoving as Drifa had the first few times he had taken her. Valerie had reached for him in a way his mother had reached for his father before Hott had been shooed outside their hut when he was a boy.

Before Hott had clasped Valerie’s hands over her head, she had touched him, caressed him in a way that showed him she wanted him. Drifa had never encouraged his touch. She had been taught very young it was a man’s place to decide where and when a sex act was to take place. And though Hott knew he had stirred feelings for her, an outrageous procedure had been performed on his poor little Drifa in her country making the sex act painful. Hott had thought it a barbaric ritual, and he was greatly relieved it wasn’t something his people believed in.

Valerie exhibited no signs of distress; no mutilation had been performed on her. That he had been the first to touch her inside her behind was another gift. Odin must certainly hold him in great favor for replacing his family so quickly and with a woman with such passion. Hott could feel the life he had been so close to, cheated of, return. Only this one had the promise of heated excitement.

Hott lifted a handful of Valerie’s long, silky blonde hair to his nose and inhaled. Her scent replaced that of poor Drifa and her smoke-filled death aroma. He swore he would have his babe again in nine months. When he looked down into the woman’s green eyes he saw many emotions—panic, which made him chuckle—and desire. The latter made his cock jump with excitement.

“Do not fear me, little Valkyrie. I have not harmed you, nor will I.”

She gazed up at him with a mixture of dread and anticipation. “What year is this?” she asked.

“It is the year eight ninety-two,” he replied. He looked at her puzzled.

“Either you’re a brick shy of a full load, or I’m not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” she whispered.

“What is this Kansas?”

“A place,” she mumbled.

His hand stroked her breast, and she stilled his movements. “Do you not find me pleasing? I had hoped you would. Either way you are my gift.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You say that like a threat.”

“You may not anger Odin. I will not allow another wife to be taken from me.”

“Wife?” she squeaked.

“Of course. You are mine now. We will join. My village will be very happy when I return with a woman. Almost all of ours were killed in a raid by dishonorable raiders. Do not fear, I will allow no other to harm you.”

“Um, now may not be the best time to tell you this—but I have a boyfriend.”

“A boy for a friend? You play with children?”

“Sometimes I think so,” she replied and her eyes flashed in disgust.

“You do not like children?” he asked with concern.

“I love children,” she said. “It’s just sometimes my boyfriend acts like a big jerk.”

“If this boy twitches, he had best seek a healer,” Hott said with unease.

She looked at him for a brief moment then giggled. “No, no. He doesn’t jerk, he’s a complete asshole.”

Hott blinked hard at that. “How is that humanly possible?”

She laughed. “Never mind. The fact of the matter is, I’m taken.”

“This boy is a man,” Hott said, beginning to understand.

The word asshole had been used in a derogatory sense. Though feeling relieved, as the image in his mind alone was disturbing, he also felt annoyed. Why would Odin send him a willing woman who was taken? Perhaps this asshole boy friend who jerked should be killed.

“Yes the guy is a man,” she replied.

“That is good to hear because I do not harm children. Take me to him at once, and I will kill him.”

She looked horrified.

“It will be fine. He will be killed by a warrior and sent to Valhalla. A great reward. I will even be merciful and make it quick.”

“You are not going to kill him.”

“You fear for me? I assure you he will not best me.”

“Are you serious? If Mark were to get one look at you with your massive body and that sword, he would drop dead from fright.”

“Hm, that would be a problem. I am uncertain if they would allow a coward into Valhalla, although technically he would have been killed by a warrior. I do not envy Odin these decisions.”

“Good grief,” she muttered.

“His death can wait. I would rather hear your applause,” Hott declared.

She offered a protest when he settled himself over her, but silenced her misgiving when he kissed her. Her tongue felt like the softness of a horse’s muzzle. He refrained from mentioning this though. He had once said the same thing to Drifa, and she had almost run him through. Woman could take offense at the slightest compliment. His hand squeezed over her high, firm breast, and he released her lips to suckle her nipple. The bud hardened as he laved it. He nipped her with his teeth, and she cried out and arched her back.

For a moment she struggled beneath him, and he was confused when she wiggled out from under him.

“I’m still a bit sore; give me a few moments,” she said.

He felt his disappointment rise. Although he had no intention of hurting her if she was already sore.

“Let me take your behind,” he suggested.

“With that foot-long cucumber? I don’t think so,” she replied with a saucy air.

“I do not think my cock cares for the name cucumber either,” he said.

She laughed and bid him to stand. Still wondering what she was about, he stood. She went onto her knees before him and gripped his cock in her hand. He groaned. His body shuddered when her lips closed over his head. Her tongue licked the tip of him. It had been so long since he had felt a woman’s mouth on him there. Drifa was so sweet and innocent. She had never wanted him this way. She claimed he would choke her. Keeping that in mind, he rocked against his little Valkyrie slowly. She took more of him in, and he was amazed so much of him went past her lips.

Her small hands worked with her mouth and tongue. She fondled his globes and even sucked one into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the long length of him before sliding him back into her mouth. His body shuddered, and he felt himself wanting to give in to release. She licked at him again as small drops of his seed slipped out in anticipation.

It was Odin’s way of readying a woman to take a man harder. His juices would make her insides slick and willing. But he wanted her mouth on him. When her lips closed over his erection again, her hands clasped his hips and he was ready.

Perhaps he should warn her. Pull out before he came. But it felt so good to have her pleasure him like this. Would she like his taste? The thought alone made Hott want his seed to explode within her, wanting her to taste more of him. Hott gripped her silky hair and head within his large hands, holding her in place, pushing more past her lips.

His rocking increased. Her mouth felt so warm and inviting. Her small hands tightened on his backside, her head tilted back, and her eyes closed. His one hand cupped the side of her face, and he could feel himself moving inside her mouth. With a howl of release, his cock burst his cum into her mouth and down her throat.

She gagged for a second and tried to pull away, but he held her still, forcing her to swallow. When he finally released her, she didn’t turn away. Her eyes, open now, gazed up at him, and he knew in that second she had never allowed another to have her that way. When she released him he allowed her to pull away. She smiled; he felt relief and thanked the Gods.

Hott was astounded when she returned her grip to his cock and licked at him again, her tongue lapping his flavor. She mumbled that she had never known a man could taste so sweet. His hands fisted as she licked and tormented his manhood all over again. Yea Gods but she was a true gift. His heart filled with joy when she smiled cheekily up at him. He could feel himself harden again, and he pushed her back onto the grass.

“You have two choices,” he declared. “Your front or your behind. But either way this time I will be buried deep inside you when I come again.”

“My front,” she whispered, her eyes were filled with passion.

Hott rammed his cock up inside her, and she cried out. Her back arched, and her nails dug into his flesh. He removed himself and plunged again. She gasped for air. Her long slender legs lifted to wrap around his waist. Green eyes looked worriedly into his, and he immediately gentled his thrusts, wondering why she suddenly seemed so concerned. She must know he would never harm her. Did she need proof?

“Do not fear, little Valkyrie, I can be very gentle.”

“You can’t do that to my behind,” she pleaded.

Ah, now he understood. Of course there would be fear if was to be her first time. He had explored her with gentleness with his fingers only briefly. Only a brute would take a woman roughly her first time. But there was also curiosity behind her worry. His large hand, calloused from his many hours of wielding his sword, ran up and down her velvet hip to soothe her.

“I will be gentle when the time comes,” he promised.

His thrusts slowed when he remembered she had pleaded soreness. His erection glided within her, and he felt her relax under him. Ever so gently their hips rolled together as he made love to her. A careful finger once more dipped into her behind, and she groaned.

He was to be her first. Perhaps it would be best to explain again almost all the women in his village were killed. His brother would ask that he share her. And Ulfr would be enchanted by her the moment they met. At least Hott hoped he would. Perhaps Valerie could help his brother settle from the lost longing need he knew his brother suffered from. Not one woman in the village had managed to keep his interest in the past.

Another of his fingers delved up into his little Valkyrie’s behind, and she wiggled against him. Hott should explain to Valerie his brother would not be allowed to take her the way Hott was right now, vaginally. Any child born would be Hott’s.

Nor would Ulfr be allowed to do anything Valerie didn’t want to do. Hott would remind him of this, but Ulfr was his brother. Hott would share her with his brother. There was passion in his little Valkyrie, perhaps she could be persuaded, to some extent, into easing a few of his brother’s needs. After all, she was Hott’s first.

There had been no need to share Drifa, there had been many women to accommodate the other men. Regardless she would have been too frightened, and he was pleased his brother had others to occupy him. Besides, Ulfr had never seemed interested. There was no doubt in Hott’s mind his brother would want to taste his little Valkyrie. There was also no doubt in his mind he would need to protect her from others.

The way she moved beneath him was like riding an ocean wave, temperamental. The idea made him smile as she moved faster beneath him. Praise to Odin for sending him such a gift. She felt so small beneath him. His arms wrapped around her, protecting her. Hott lowered his face into her hair. This new scent was life’s breath, and it was the sweetest nectar.

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Valerie lay in Hott’s arms exhausted. Her behind was sore from his probing fingers, but she felt more sated than ever before in her life. She had never been with such a man. This was no boy-man. Hott was gentle yet powerful. When she rode him, his enormous hands almost spanned her waist. She slid up and down on him until she felt like a wet dishrag. When her head slumped to his chest, he rolled her over and bucked into her until she thought the ground would open and bury them alive.

Valerie groaned when she rose to her wobbly legs. She cleaned herself with her towel and slipped her bikini on. Hott was watching her. His head was propped onto his hand. She gazed at his long length and smiled when she saw it twitch. She swore it was motioning her to come back. It was tempting, but she was too sore and tired and she was famished.

“I’m starving,” she said.

“If you wait here I will catch us something,” Hott said. He donned his wolf pants.

Valerie grimaced. “I don’t suppose you could barbeque us up some burgers?” she asked hopefully.

“Bar-be-que,” he said, trying the obviously foreign word on his tongue.

“I suppose burgers are out of the question,” she said and sighed heavily.

Hott rose and gripped her hand. “It is time I take you home, little Valkyrie. I am anxious to get you into my furs.”

“Furs?” She chuckled and rubbed her hands against his crotch. “I’ve already been into your fur.”

He grinned down at her. “I am anxious to see you snuggled under my bear.”

“I’ve already been under you bare,” she countered.

“Perhaps you would like deer.”

She laughed. “Dear? Now who’s nicknaming whom?”

“Come home with me.” His look was serious, and she was tired of the word play.

“I would love that, but first food,” she demanded.

“I am hopeful that Ulfr has caught a buck,” Hott replied.

“Wolf?” she said. His word had sounded a bit strange to her ears.

“My brother. You will like him.”

“Is he as big as you?”

“Yes.”

Hott began moving with Valerie clutching his hand. It was growing dark and once again the mist was swirling around them. The heavy vapor rolled in, and it was hard to see. Valerie looked back and was confused to see their little area was clear, but beyond them in the other direction more mist cut off the forest from her view. Suddenly Hott was gone, and Valerie stopped. His hand was behind him, still holding hers, but his body had vanished.

“Hott?” she called fearfully.

Hott pulled on her hand but something was stopping her from going forward. Again Hott pulled on her, and again she was unable to follow. It was as though a door was in front of her, barring her entry. She called to him once more. Ever so slowly he reappeared before her.

“Why do you not come with me?” he asked.

“I tried, Hott. I couldn’t go in farther. It was like I was stopped. What’s going on?”

Hott frowned. “We must try a different way then.”

Valerie turned and led them back through the clear area into the mist on the other side. She walked into the heavy fog, but stopped suddenly when Hott jerked on her hand. When she looked back he was gone, but his hand still remained in hers. She could feel his hand, but she couldn’t see hers. She pulled again, but she was unable to pull Hott with her. She walked back into the mist.

“Hott?” she asked with building fear.

Hott starred at her with an odd expression. “Where you come from, what is the time?” he asked.

“It’s the twenty-first century,” she replied.

Hott hung his head. When his face rose to look at her, he was devastated.

“Odin has shown me I want to live, and now it is his cruel joke to punish me.”

“I don’t understand,” Valerie whispered.

“I have said my wife and son were killed in a murderous raid. I came out here to die, but found you instead. I must have you. There must be a way.”

Valerie didn’t know what to think. The fine hairs on the back of her neck were standing tall, and she shivered from the cold. Could this man really be a Viking? Could he really be from the era he claimed to be? How was it possible she couldn’t move with him through the mist? She needed to think about this. The concept was as eerie as the fog.

“Hott, I need to go back to the cottage. I need to eat and change my clothes, it’s getting colder. I will come back if I can, I promise.”

“I will wait here forever,” he declared.

Hott released her hand. He looked so devastated Valerie didn’t know what to say. She turned and walked into the mist, when she looked back, Hott was gone.