Chapter 6

Hott pulled Valerie’s short tunic over her head, and threw it onto the table. His wolf pants soon followed. He settled her under him and took one bare breast into his large calloused hand. Hott said a word to her and squeezed her breast. He said the same word and trailed the back of his finger around her other breast. She splayed her hand over his nipple and chest area and repeated the word. Laughing, he shook his head and placed her own hand onto her nipple and said a different word. Alright, she got it. Men don’t have boobs. No matter what century guys were in, they were always so anal about tits.

Hott touched his finger to her lips and said another word. She repeated it. He leaned forwards and kissed her very tenderly. It was the same type of kiss he had first coaxed her with—undemanding. Her tongue ran over his full lips in a caress, then explored deeper. The insides of his mouth felt so soft. He tasted sweet, like the fermented brew they had during dinner. His warm breath floated down her throat. Her fingers entwined in his silky hair. When the kiss broke, he whispered a new word and kissed her again.

He touched every body part of hers and said the word, making her repeat it. She took her hands and touched his body, experimenting with the sounds that rolled off her tongue. She liked this language of his. It suited him—especially when she gripped his hard thick cock—that suited him too.

“Monster,” she teased.

His brows narrowed in mock annoyance, and he shook his head and said a new word. But she smiled cheekily, and called his dick a monster again. He sighed in exasperation. She released him and indicated he was huge down there, and she repeated her word once more. Chuckling, he smiled and shrugged, indicating perhaps he didn’t mind her name for his cock this time.

She stroked him sensually. She leaned forward and said the word for kiss before their lips touched. She ran her tongue down his jaw line and nipped him. She licked him again and gave him a questioning look. He gripped her hair and turned her face exposing her neck. His tongue licked over her neck, and he said a word. He bit her and she winced and he growled a new word.

She nuzzled his shoulder, and he nipped at her very gently this time, before laving and soothing the area with his tongue. Hott guided her head lower, and she took him eagerly into her mouth, loving his sweet taste. He was already hard and oh so hot. She mouthed him leisurely, licking at the few drops of cum that began spilling from him. She blew on his wet head, and he shivered, making her smile. Before long Hott lifted her off him and laid her back against the furs. She could see he was eager for her.

It was her first time being with him in her new home. She could see the darkness as the leather flapped on the one lone window. She had seen burnt wooden shutters outside, the inside ones were charred. There was still a small section in the ceiling that needed fixing, and a few stars shined through.

Hott moved between her thighs. One finger parted her and roamed up inside. Her juices flowed.

She lowered her slender hand to touch the silky smoothness of his hair. His mouth was gentle on her, his teeth ever so carefully grazed her nub, and she shivered. She called to him, wanting him over her, but he took his time. Moist warm kisses were trailed up her belly. The wetness of his tongue swirled in circles around her breast before he blew on her nipple, hardening it.

Valerie placed her hand along his jaw and guided him higher, wanting him. His sweet lovemaking was beautiful, and she was ready for more. Hott entered her slowly as though savoring her. Her hips rose and fell to meet his tender thrusts. His hand massaged her breast, rolling and teasing the hardened nipple. He took her with gentle passion this time. She had known he would make love to her. This was the love her parents felt, she just knew it. She had found it…or it had found her.

When Hott’s pace increased he didn’t slam himself into her in a mad frenzy, but rocked against her like a gentle rolling wave on a sandy beautiful beach. When she came it wasn’t overwhelming, but it felt good, it felt right. When he rolled to the side and cradled her in his arms, she knew she was where she was supposed to be.

“My little Valkyrie,” he muttered.

She knew what he had said, and she smiled. She was his.

* * * *

Valerie’s eyes fluttered open, and she yawned. She then screamed and scrambled backwards against a wall with a thump. Hott lunged, bleary-eyed, to his feet before her and reached for his sword. Ulfr came charging into the hut with his sword drawn in a mad frenzy followed by six other men. Valerie screamed again as the armed men came pilling in—each one bigger than the next. She was nude on the pallet, searching for a blanket or fur to cover herself, when she screamed yet again and pointed to the other side of the room with a shaky finger.

Hott lowered his face into his hand when he spotted the rat. The men in the hut laughed and looked from the rat to the naked woman. Ulfr strode over to the rat and stuck his sword through it holding it up. Valerie screamed again.

Valerie jumped up and pulled her tunic over her head, knowing all eyes were on her. There were even more men standing in the doorway hoping to get a peek. She strode angrily over to Hott.

“Today I want a lock on that door!” she shouted.

Hott looked at her confused. Bera pushed her way through the men and stood before Hott. Even though she was a big woman, she was still tiny compared to the huge man and the other men in the room. She scowled at him and yelled something Valerie didn’t understand. Hott nodded, and she was surprised to see him shuffling about with embarrassment. Bera then took Valerie’s hand and pulled her outside past the gawking men.

The two women were joined by the remaining women in the village, and all of them headed for the river to wash. Many men trailed behind, but kept their distance. Valerie looked at them in confusion, wondering why they followed and why it seemed a normal occurrence. None of the women looked concerned. Hott and Ulfr were two of the men. She understood why they were with them. At the riverbank, ten of the men stood nearer than the others and shuffled about within a few feet of the women. Their eyes were centered on various women of interest.

The other women had stripped. Valerie could tell one of the women was no more than a girl really. Her breasts were just starting to bud. There was an older man and a younger man keeping an eye on her. She sent a questioning look to Bera who did her best to explain.

Valerie had been taught the word for brother, but not father. It didn’t take her long to figure out the girl was being closely guarded by her brother and her father. She understood then. The closer men were protecting their best interests, being the women. The farther men were either there to just gawk at them, or perhaps as the first line of defense.

The latter thought was disturbing. The other women in the village had been murdered. Hott’s own wife and son had been killed. Would those awful murdering bastards come back and try again? Valerie washed quickly, using a root that soaped mildly, given to her by Bera. She was getting a headache just thinking about her situation. When she rubbed at her temples again, Bera strode over to her and gave her some leaves. Valerie wasn’t sure what to do with them. When she just stood looking at them rubbing her temple, Bera took her hand and led her up the path past Hott.

When they reached the hut, Bera handed Ulfr the iron pot and demanded he get something. She pointed at Valerie who was once more rubbing her temples. Hott hurried over to her and sat her on the bed pallet.

“I’m fine,” Valerie said, then used two words she had been taught. “Head, pain.”

She didn’t realize she had said head bite, but Hott understood. Apparently so did Bera, and she scowled at Hott who shrugged sheepishly. Ulfr rushed in with a pot full of water. Bera tossed the leaves into the pot and shooed the men out. She lay Valerie down on her pallet.

“I’m fine really,” she said again. “I’m just not used to waking to a giant rat and a room full of massive, half-clothed armed men. I mean really, wouldn’t that give any woman a headache?”

Bera patted her hand and then brought her some tea. Valerie sipped at it. It was good. Bera then began slicing meat for breakfast. She left for a little while then came back with some flatbread she had cooked. She took a piece of the meat and wrapped the bread around it and handed it to Valerie.

“Thank you,” Valerie said gratefully. Her headache was almost gone. “Thank you for being so nice to me.”

Bera studied her for a moment. Using words she obviously felt Valerie would understand she spoke. “You little woman.”

Valerie blushed. She had never thought of herself as little. She always considered herself to be of average height. But under the circumstances she supposed it was now true. Even the young teen had been taller and broader than she.

“Village need women,” Bera continued. “Hott need his Valkyrie. Need Biorn.”

Valerie understood. Bera liked Hott and knew how much he missed his son. It was amazing to think these people actually believed she would give birth to a new Biorn. Would she? It was a mystery. It was an intriguing concept. If you thought you or your significant other gave birth to your reincarnated father or other close relative whom you loved, you would be more apt to be kind and gentle knowing that at some point they would return the favor and think you were a loved one reborn in turn?

Valerie cocked her head to the side, shrugged her shoulders, and lifted her hands. “What if I have a girl?” she asked, using the word she understood to be female.

Bera smiled widely. “Helgi,” she exclaimed and clapped.

She then went on to do her best to explain that Helgi was Hott and Ulfr’s mother.

“For heaven sake,” muttered Valerie. “You people are really family orientated.”

Hott chose that moment to walk in followed by Ulfr. Both men made a beeline for the food. Bera just shook her head at them. She once more patted Valerie on the hand and left. Ulfr sat at the table, his huge body and long legs dwarfing it. Hott settled himself beside her on the pallet. He ate his breakfast in three bites. He then kissed her and fondled her for a moment. She looked at Ulfr with unease. She wasn’t in the mood for one of them, let alone two of them. She pointedly removed Hott’s hand from her breast. He shrugged and grinned at Ulfr, and she got the distinct feeling they would try again later. Hott kissed her and rose.

“Latch,” he said, but she didn’t understand what he meant. He took his arm and bent it slowly at the elbow into his cupped hand. She smiled in relief knowing he would work on the door.

After the two men left, Valerie turned around the room thinking. Her toes scuffed the reeds and dirt. When Hott ducked back inside, she took his hand and told him she wanted a wood floor. It wasn’t as hard to explain as she thought it would be. Hott seemed to think about it and finally nodded. She could have her wood floor. A gleam came into his eye.

“Ulfr help,” he said suggestively.

Valerie was about to get annoyed. For heaven sakes, he was practically saying they would exchange sex for the wood floor. Then she thought about it for a minute. Bartering might not just be a bad idea. Ulfr ducked his head in the door. She had to admit her first experience with a threesome hadn’t been unpleasant at all. In fact it had been the sexiest and most kinky fun thing she had ever experienced. But perhaps she could negotiate a bit more.

She lifted her fingers and began listing off items she wanted. “A huge bowl, a fry pan, oil, clothes,” she said, using words she hoped were right.

Hott laughed and held up his hand. “Bowl?”

Valerie made a round circle with her arms and indicated how deep she wanted it. When Hott cocked his head in question, she mimicked sitting on it to pee. There was no way she was going to go outside in the middle of the night only to have her ass bit by God only knows what when she dropped her drawers!

Ulfr chuckled and nodded. “Fry pan?” he asked.

“Yes and a chicken,” she insisted.

She clucked for them. Then indicated the measurement of an iron pan and how deep and asked for oil. Both men looked confused at the word oil. She thought for a second. She mimicked cooking the chicken in the oil. They still looked confused. Turning red she imitated using it on her fingers and lubing her behind, which also wasn’t a bad plan. They of course got the idea then.

Hott kissed her hard on the mouth. “I find this oil we call grease,” he explained in his language. “I make clothes soon.”

Both men left. Valerie went outside and began scanning the area for things she wanted. She was an enterprising young woman, she could think of something to make her life easier. She strolled down by the river and combed the banks, well aware some of the other men in the village were watching her. There was no need for her to feel any concern, though. She remained in sight of Hott who was diligently fixing the rest of the roof with Ulf. Both men glanced towards her often.

Not too far was a clump of dried mud. After examining it she determined it was clay. Valerie gathered some in her cooking pot, thinking she could just rinse it out well later. She scooped up mounds of the clay and brought it near the hut. She mixed the clay with small stones and went to work. She spent most of the morning fashioning a very primitive barbeque. She asked Hott to light a fire inside to dry it out. He scratched his head at her contraption, but shrugged good-naturedly.

When Ulfr approached her holding a live chicken by the feet, her eyes rose in horror. He made the motion of her killing it. He thrust it at her smiling widely obviously thinking she would be thrilled—he was mistaken! She ducked behind Hott. In her little world live chicken were meant to be fed, and actual dead chicken came plucked, packaged and fresh or frozen. There was no happy medium. Ulfr frowned and clucked at her. She did what she thought was a perfect imitation of miming. She pointed at the chicken, then to Ulfr and trailed her finger under her throat.

“You kill it. And don’t bring it back until it’s a real chicken I can cook.”

She stormed off with both Hott and Ulfr howling with laughter. Valerie wandered back to the river wondering if maybe later she could make some cups out of the clay. It wasn’t a bad idea, and she had yet to see any utensils for eating, except long wooden spoons. She gathered up some lengthy soft leaves thinking of toilet paper. She collected a few of the roots Bera had told her were edible and tasty.

Later on in the day, Hott found Valerie three iron bars long enough to fit over her barbeque. She melted the fat Ulfr had given her into an iron pan and cooked the sections of chicken. She was happy to have the salt that Bera gave her, the woman had also added a few herbs to add flavor.

The two men and Valerie sat down at a new larger and uncharred table the men had made eating fried chicken, cheese, flatbread and roasted roots. From their eager enthusiasm at downing the food, she assumed she had done well. The entire chicken was eaten as well as the few berries from a wooden bowl she had found while wandering, and hot cooked apples on a plate drizzled with a small amount of honey Bera had given her from their winter storage supply.

When dinner was finished, Hott and Ulfr helped Valerie scoop up the wooden plates and bowls and her iron pot, and they headed for the river. She noted the other women doing the same thing as they all seemed to emerge from their dwellings. The villagers trailed down a well-worn path single file, or in pairs as though it were a nightly occurrence.

It became apparent the village had a set time for eating. It looked to be about an hour and a half before dusk fell, and Valerie had understood from Bera in single words and hand motions earlier that morning the women gathered to wash at a set time. She wasn’t positive, but felt they thought the women would be more vulnerable to prey—both man and beast—at a later time. Everyone gathered together to keep safe made perfect sense to her.

Valerie enjoyed spending time at the river with the other women. She learned so many new words from them she was already starting to follow conversations. She knew two of the women were married. She also learned the young girl’s father had put his foot down. No man was allowed to wed his daughter for a few more years. Valerie found that to be a relief. She had been surprised the men would even ask—she was a little girl!

Again she was reminded she was in a barbaric time, and she imagined the women in this village were treated like gold. Just shifting her gaze to Hott and Ulfr she could see the tension as Hott’s jaw twitched when another looked her way. Ulfr’s hand fisted when a head motioned in her direction. A quick glance at a married woman, and she could tell just by a certain man’s posture he was ready to take action if anyone so much as approached her. It was a little overwhelming and a whole lot daunting.

When the women finished, they gathered their things and said goodnight. Hott and Ulfr both met her at the top of the hill. Each took an arm, and she was escorted to the hut. Valerie felt her heart race. She had been thinking of this all day.