When he increases the tempo of his fingers, he gets his wish, and I cry out, my body desperate for a release.
The men sense my need and begin fucking me hard. I lose my breath, my body stretched and spent. I am being pounded back and front. I don’t stand a chance and explode with a long-sated moan.
The men give me a second’s reprieve before Skarth withdraws and watches Ulf fuck me from behind. He rubs his shaft, eyes on fire with anger and desire.
Ulf slips out, but I soon see we have merely just begun.
Skarth coaxes me to turn so that my back faces him as I straddle him. He grips my hips and slams me onto his cock once again. I commence riding him backward but am facing Ulf as he slips his cock into my mouth. I suck hungrily. This carnal act only rekindles the fire within.
Skarth controls the speed, and it’s as fast as he thrusts his hips into me. He still has a hold of my waist and encourages me to ride him fast and hard. I bounce on his dick while sucking Ulf’s shaft. Ulf grabs my cheeks and fucks my face.
Skarth hits my clitoris at just the right angle, and each stroke sends a shiver all the way to my toes.
My body is covered in sweat. I can smell and taste myself and both men all over me. It’s a heady combination.
Ulf fucks my mouth hard, and as I reach forward and commence playing with his balls, he groans and explodes into my mouth as Skarth continues to fuck me wildly. Ulf slams his mouth on mine, where I spit his seed down his throat.
He happily swallows.
Once he pulls away, I buck wildly on Skarth, arching my head back and anchoring myself as I grip his thighs. I bounce up and down, screaming each time he hits me so deeply. Ulf plays with my nipples, slapping my breasts and calling me filthy names in Norse.
My body aches, and I want to explode once more.
Skarth slaps and squeezes my arse. “You belong to me. No matter who you wish to lie with, you and me…we will always be one.”
He destroys my sex, and I don’t stand a chance. I explode with tears streaming down my cheeks. Skarth follows a second later, spilling his seed into me with a roar.
I collapse forward, my heart threatening to burst from my chest.
Skarth drags me onto his chest, turning me so we are lying face-to-face. He caresses my cheeks. He kisses my lips. Ulf nestles in behind me and wraps me in a tight embrace.
And it’s here, where we sleep, sated and in complete harmony.
Eighteen
Skarth the Godless
I’m not one to believe in things I cannot see, but something monumental will occur today. Something that will change the world.
We’re not ready for battle, but I fear the choice is no longer ours.
“What plagues you?” Aedan asks, coming to a stand beside me.
It’s the cusp of dawn; the most peaceful time of the day. The condensation dances off the lake, appearing mythical and setting the stage for the ominous forthcoming.
“I fear our time has come. No warrior is ever ready for battle, but this war is one that will change everything. I can feel it in my bones.”
“What do you think Aethelbald has planned?”
“I think he will not hold back. He will ensure he has every advantage at his disposal, so if one measure fails, he has another to back him.”
“What do you suspect his collateral is now that your children are safe?”
I mull over his question. “I believe he will have the kings of England hostage and will play on Emeline’s weakness for them to force surrender.”
“You believe he is biding his time until then?”
“Yes. Without competition, a man is the victor. If he hasn’t already, Aethelbald will ensure the other kings are no longer a threat. The only way for him to win is to cheat and eradicate anyone who stands in his way. We’ve sent word to the other kingdoms, but I suspect the kings are already taken or sunken to a watery grave.
