Shared by the Vikings (4 page)

“Sun-singer Freyr brings

“Plentiful harvests,

“Seeds ripe for sowing,

“Fields ripe for plowing!”

Tall, grizzled Ogrim let his horn fall from his lips and cried, “Freyr! We sowed the seed, we plowed the field, now the harvest awaits!”

Now Runolf stepped forward, to the loud cheering of the men.

Under his breath, for Leo’s ears alone, he said, “Hands and knees.”

Leo sucked in a quick breath, and did as he was told. It wasn’t easy - he was so stiff that his upper body barely seemed able to move. But once he felt solid earth against his hands, things were a little easier.

He couldn’t see Runolf any longer, just the stubble of shorn-off grain in front of his eyes. But he heard a rhythmic cheering behind him, and then he felt Runolf’s hands sliding over his body.

It took him a moment to realize that Runolf was gathering up the spendings, all the seed the Vikings had anointed him with, and coating his hand with them.

Leo gasped when that hand slid over his bare behind, and then Runolf’s fingers were digging into his ass.

Not gently, not roughly, but with a ruthless efficiency, Runolf slicked up his hole, forcing his strong fingers inside.

Leo moaned, his thighs shaking with the effort to hold himself upright. He felt strange, as if his own body no longer belonged to him. He was nothing but a thrall now, a slave to men and gods, a plaything anyone could do with what they wanted.

Runolf pushed harder now with what felt like two or three fingers, and Leo thrust back against him with a wanton eagerness, wanting more. Wanting to be taken.

When Runolf took his fingers away and replaced them with his cock, the men around them shouted and cheered.

Leo shouted too, a wordless noise, pushing back desperately. Nobody had touched him all evening, nothing but hands in his hair and cock in his mouth, and he was deeply, wildly grateful to feel Runolf’s strong hands on his thighs, holding him open for Runolf’s cock.

“Come on,” Runolf panted behind him, slowly fucking him open with his huge shaft. “Come on, come on-”

Leo couldn’t get his thickly swollen tongue to form words, so he moaned instead.
Take me, use me, fill me, fuck me.
It felt overwhelming to be taken like this, in front of all the Viking men, in front of the jarl. He should be ashamed, but he couldn’t be, not when Runolf’s hands gripped his thighs, hard and demanding, and his cock pushed deeper and deeper, slowly spreading him open.

Not when the men around them still shouted, “Freyr!” and cheered them both on.

This must be the plowing
, Leo thought when Runolf began to fuck him in earnest. Then he stopped thinking at all.

His head was swimming, and all his muscles felt like they were on fire. The heat centered between his legs, in that hot raw slick place where Runolf was fucking him.

He groaned loudly, squirming against Runolf’s cock, grinding himself into the Viking. Deeper, deeper, until finally Runolf was in him to the root.

When Runolf slid himself out slowly, draggingly, Leo began to wail. He couldn’t form words, he just knew he needed Runolf inside him. Then Runolf slammed back into him, hard and fast and deep, so deep.

Leo wanted nothing more than for this to last forever, the rough grip on his hips, the thick cock driving into his ass, Runolf’s breath coming loud and fast above him.

Suddenly, one hand lifted away from his hip and clamped down around Leo’s cock.

Startled, Leo yelped and moaned, pushing into that punishing grip. He had been hard for so long, all night long nobody had touched him there, and he hadn’t dared to touch himself.

Those strong fingers clamped hard around his shaft, and in two heartbeats Leo was coming, raining down his own seed on the stubbled earth under them. He bucked hard into Runolf, grinding into him, and Runolf just laughed and fucked him harder.

The waves of pleasure washed over him, leaving him weak and shaking, sticky all over. Leo wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the ground, but Runolf wouldn’t let him move, his hands tugging Leo firmly back onto his cock.

Runolf drove into him two, three more times, hard and ruthless, pinning Leo underneath him. Then the rhythm of his hips began to stutter out of control, and he rode Leo to completion, spilling inside him to the sound of raucous cheers.

For a moment they lay quiet together, their breathing harsh and fast, like horses come to the end of their race.

The jarl spoke, and then Ogrim, but Leo was too tired to decipher the words. He lay limp and exhausted, his chest pressed into the earth, his head on his folded arms.

When Runolf withdrew from him, he moaned quietly, not wanting to let him go. But then Runolf’s hands were lifting him up, holding him up with effortless strength until he could find his feet.

The men were gathering their torches, lacing up their breeches and talking to each other in casual, low voices. Nobody paid particular attention to Leo, not any more. Clearly, the ritual was concluded.

Leo tried to stand on his bare, shaky feet, and Runolf slung one of his limp arms over his shoulder.

“Time to take you home, boy,” he said in Leo’s ear. His warm breath made Leo shiver.

Then he dared to look up at Runolf’s face, and was infinitely relieved to see a smile quirk his lips.

“Don’t worry, you did well,” Runolf said softly as they began to walk back over the fields.

Leo smiled back at him, filled with more contentment than he had ever known.

Isabel Dare has always loved sexy, steamy and perversely romantic tales, from
The Story of O
to
The Persian Boy
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Leo wondered if this man had ever even seen a book before. Everyone said that the Vikings were savages; heathens who defiled altars and knocked the gold crucifixes off church walls.

“Bah,” the Viking said then, and threw the book away over his shoulder. As if it were rubbish, Leo thought with horror. As if the word of God meant no more to him than a child’s scribbles.

Struggling desperately, he tried to escape, to find the book and run. But the Viking’s heavy hand fell on his shoulder, then around his neck, grabbing him hard enough to make him cry out in pain and fear.

Leo tried to breathe, growing dizzy as the hand around his throat tightened.

He felt overwhelmed. The Viking was at least a head taller than he was, and so much stronger. He could easily strangle Leo one-handed.

“Mine,” the Viking said again, with that same unpleasant smile. Then he dropped his giant axe on the floor behind him, and with his free hand, began to unbuckle his belt.

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