Bride of Grendel: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 2) Read Online Free

that was everywhere and everything. She saw stars and ice and fire. She found herself at the edge of a milky pool. She stretched out her fingers to touch the surface, but something else reached out and pulled her in.
                  She felt herself caught in the coils of smooth, gliding, serpent-like beasts. They tickled and caressed her, and she thought of the sea presence with its cool, probing tendrils. But these creatures held her suspended, arms and legs outstretched, in what seemed like a sphere of pearly light. She heard voices but could not make out what they were saying. Someone approached her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist, dropping a hand to touch her between her legs. She felt a snap of electricity, a charge running through her at the touch. She felt like her body was enveloped in a humming, vibrating field of energy that made her hair stand on end and her nipples stand erect.
                  Her arousal grew intense, so intense that it was like she was throwing off crackling charges of energy, herself. She felt herself expanding beyond the boundaries of her body. The serpents were surging, spinning, pulling her so that she arched into a deep back bend. Her head was inverted, her vision obscured by her swirling hair. With her arms and legs still spread wide, she felt as though her entire expanding being was centered on her tingling, humming sex. She felt a burning need to be filled. It was like a hunger, like her sex was a mouth that needed to be fed.
                  She felt hands on her hips. Something pressed against her, teased apart her lips. Yes , she wanted to cry out, Yes! Fill me! She strained to take it inside her, quivering, frustrated by the coils that held her fast. Her juices were gushing. Her mysterious lover continued to tease her, dipping just inside, rubbing the tip of his shaft against her, never quite pulling away, but refusing to plunge in completely. She groaned in a strange combination of agony and ecstasy. She felt sparks coming off of her body. She thought she might just explode in anticipation. Just when she was quite sure that she would, he finally penetrated her. She thought that she might scream from the pleasure of the release as waves of orgasm rocked through her and pulsed out from her. All of her senses were filled with the orgasm, and then it seemed like everything was consumed in a blaze of bright white light.
     
                  When she woke, the fire had died to a soft glow, and the hall had grown cold. Everyone was asleep, her guards included. How easy, she thought ruefully, it would have been for Unferth to have spirited her away from here during this quiet time before the monster came. But he too was asleep, never having intended to attempt any such escape. What had awakened her? It was a sound that had done it. Not the sound of the doors crashing in, but a sound from somewhere outside. Movements. Something moving along the side of the hall, something scraping along the outer wall, drawing slowly closer to the front. The hairs on her neck prickled. This was it. What would she do? Should she try to fight it? She had heard that the warriors of Heorot had quickly learned, when Grendel first began his attacks, that no weapons had any effect on the monster; his skin was impervious to every blade, spear, or club that they tried against him. The sound was getting closer to the door.
                  No one had bothered to throw the massive bolt; Grendel had burst through too many times for anyone to think that there was any way to keep him out. So now, instead of a great crash, she heard the low creak of the door slowly swinging open. Sigrun tensed in her seat. She caught her breath at the sight of a huge, clawed hand wrapped around the edge of the doorframe. The seconds seemed to stretch for an eternity as she waited for the creature to step into the hall. When the massive thing finally emerged from the