Cum For The Viking Read Online Free

North, who were rumored to be not only
brutal thieves, but cannibals as well. This Viking had shown me nothing but
mercy and kindness, and, to thank him, I sucked him whole, swallowing his
juices.
    “ Ooohhh …”
    He pressed me to him, the length
prodding the back of my throat, choking me. I gagged repeatedly, but this
pleased him, because his groans filled the tent. Things seemed to be
escalating, the pressure he applied on my scalp increasing. His tummy rippled
with hidden muscles, his thighs shaking ever so slightly. Over and over I sucked
and gagged, trying to take as much of him as I could.
    “ Já , Lora! Aaachh …”
    A burst of warm liquid suddenly erupted
in my mouth, and I pulled away, as it shot into the air. Several creamy streams
jetted, landing on his belly. He’d closed his eyes; his blonde lashes falling
over his cheeks. A pungent, salty taste lingered on my tongue. I snuggled next
to him, and he put his arm around me. We’d hardly had the time to recover, when
someone appeared at the opening of the tent. The sound of Old Norse shattered
the silence.
    Bram squeezed me. “I’ve work to do,
my English angel.” He stood, naked and proud, the expanse of his muscled chest
impressively chiseled. I watched him bathe quickly with a cloth dipped in
water. “You mustn’t leave this tent.” He stared at me. “Do you understand?” I
nodded. “I’ll have food sent to you.” His shirt went over his head, and then he
stepped into his braes, pulling them up and hiding his cock. He truly was a
magnificent specimen, interlaced with muscles, his shoulders bulging. It was a
shame to hide a body like that behind a cloak, which he tied around his neck.
He wasn’t dressed for battle today, but he did carry a formidable looking
sword. He glanced at me briefly and stepped from the tent, leaving me alone in
an enemy camp.
    Food arrived within minutes, and I
ate heartily, delicious chunks of meat in a tasty sauce. I washed with the same
cloth Bram had used and made myself presentable. Then I spent the day tidying
up the tent, sleeping, and working to untangle my hair. By the time he
returned, the sun had set, and a cacophony of noises registered. Men had
returned from a day of pillaging.
    “So you didn’t run after all?” He smiled,
his cheeks ruddy from the cold.
    “No.”
    “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
    “I can’t be naked all day. It’s
freezing.”
    Food arrived, brought in by a boy. He
was fair-haired and curious, eyeing me with interest. “Leave it now, Gretter .” The boy hadn’t understood what he said, so Bram repeated
himself in Old Norse. The youngster inclined his head respectfully and darted
from the tent. “Come sit; eat.”
    I scooted next to the Viking, helping
myself to a portion of fish. There was a type of bread, which was delicious,
and boiled carrots. I glanced at Bram, curious about why his people had invaded
us. “How long will you be here?”
    “Long enough to finish the job.”
    “What job?”
    “We seek gold and silver and jewels.”
    “Where do you find those?”
    “Mostly in the monasteries and
churches.”
    My heart sank. “You’ve looted the
churches?” He grinned, confirming my thoughts. “But…that’s sacrilegious.”
    He shrugged. “What use has a man of
God with such material encumbrances? Shouldn’t he be praying for our sins
instead of hoarding gold?”
    “They do pray for us. They help us.”
    “How?”
    “They…they help the poor. They care
for the sick. They offer sanctuary to refugees and serfs.” He seemed
unimpressed with my examples.
    “They only help themselves. Have you
any idea how much gold we found today?” He grinned. “I’m rich. I’ll be able to
pay my debts.”
    “Excellent. Then I’ve come at the
right time,” said a deep, melodic voice. I gasped at the intrusion; a man
dressed entirely in black had entered our tent. His cloak was made of mink, and
it was soft and warm looking. “How are you, Bram?” His gaze rested