Valhalla Wolf (6 page)

Her gaze lifted to the wood door, then open window. A leather flap hung over it. As she watched she saw the flap pulled slightly back. The partially closed shutter creaked open. The face of a peering man settled onto her and she grimaced. His straggly blond hair fluttered in a small breeze.

Beady eyes settled onto her, lowering to her behind. He licked his lips at her and Vicki turned into Ulfr's arms shivering, seeking protection and to shield her body. Perhaps running nude through a village full of interested men wasn't the best solution. Especially since she had no idea what actually waited out there.

In his sleep, Ulfr's powerful hands gripped her and pulled her closer. He mumbled something that sounded like an endearment and his body moved closer to cover hers. No, he wasn't going to share her. Maybe she had best keep him well within her sights until she figured out what the hell was going on.

When Ulfr woke, he stretched lazily. His movement roused the little Valkyrie from her sleep. She was curled up almost underneath him, no doubt seeking his warmth. He stood and pulled her to her knees. His hands gripped her hair holding her still. He kept her hands bound but slipped off her gag and he pushed his swollen cock into her mouth. Her warm lips closed over him and she took him deeply. She sucked hard then began licking and kissing him. He pushed himself back into her mouth and held her firmly while he rocked against her. He felt her shudder and he grinned down at her. She was going to taste his seed.

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Ulfr came fast and she swallowed what he had given her.

He was pleased and he turned her around and covered her with a fur, leaving her hands bound. He pulled his clothing on and sauntered over to the empty pot at the hearth. He was starving. No doubt so was his little captive. She was huddled on the furs with one pulled over her. She was watching him warily.

Ulfr took the pot, lifted it and motioned he was getting them some food. As an afterthought he set the water bucket by the door. He was lucky there had been any left after his journey. He told Vicki to stay and warned her she was now home. She shook her head no solemnly. She looked so sad Ulfr couldn't help but feel annoyed and saddened himself. She was his after all. He wasn't so bad. Granted he had paddled her behind, but it was for her own safety. He couldn't have her harming herself. She was in his care and if she ran from him another crueler man might take her. There were other men in the village who would think nothing of tying her up and allowing any and all to take her for a squirrel hide. No she was safer with him; he would never beat her. He knew he could be rough, but he wasn't vicious or cruel.

His Valkyrie was a willful little thing and he was worried she might try and run. He picked up the binding he had used to paddle her behind with. She shied back from him in a startled fashion, looking frightened. He frowned and pulled her ankles together and tied her. He wondered if she thought he was going to spank her again. He thought he had explained before he would never strike her with angry intent to cause her bodily harm. He hadn't thought he had been too 50

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rough, but she was small. Perhaps if he needed to discipline her again he had best use more control. He didn't want her to fear him.

"I'm not going to hurt you, little Valkyrie. This is for your own safety. You cannot wander the village unescorted. I have no clothing for you to wear as of yet, so you must stay here.

It would be too dangerous. No one will touch you in my hut."

She began sobbing and said the word home again. Ulfr patiently explained she was staying with him from now on.

Violently she shook her head no then uttered a string of words that held no understanding to him.

"I am your home now. You can never return to where you are from," he said. "You are my gift from Odin. Neither of us will anger him. There could be danger in the mist. If you were to challenge another warrior you might be killed. You lack skill."

Her eyes narrowed onto him in anger, obviously understanding his last comment and not appreciating it. She shouted something he assumed was derogatory. Her voice rose with her hysteria until she was screaming and he gagged her in annoyance when she swore at him in his own language.

He balled his fists. A captive should not be mouthy to her captor. The entire village had most certainly heard her disobedience. His eyes fixed and blazed with displeasure onto her with his embarrassment. No doubt he would hear about it from the other men. He had apparently been far too lenient.

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gained control over his fury. He reasoned she was understandably afraid and confused. This was all new to her.

No doubt her disobedience was how she expressed herself. No wonder Odin had gotten rid of her. Perhaps she had tested the god's nerves. He sighed; no doubt she had. The idea brought a small smile to his lips. He uncurled his fists. She was his problem now. Shaking his head to the ceiling with amusement, Ulfr left her in his hut bound and gagged, lying nude, face down on his furs. No one would dare touch her, she was his and he needed some air. This little Valkyrie was proving to be a handful.

Ulfr strolled to a large wooden cabin where many women were gathered. All were laughing and it seemed they all spoke at once. Ulfr just shook his head. He never understood how women could always be talking and yet listen to everything at the same time. He wandered over to a large pot at the hearth that bubbled. A delicious aroma came from it and Ulfr dipped his pot inside. Ulfr stood for a moment by the warm fire and remembered there was no fire in the hearth at his hut, he shrugged unconcerned. He would start one when he returned, and his captive had the furs to nestle into. She could wait for him for a while. Perhaps the chill in the air would cool her heated tongue.

A young girl smiled at him shyly and he chuckled. The girl, Finna, had turned thirteen and her father and brother still watched her like hawks. He couldn't blame them; she was a beauty. She offered him something from the contents of her basket and he munched contentedly on warm sourdough bread. When he grinned at her she blushed and hurried away.

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He drank down a mug of ale at his leisure. He smiled when a beautiful woman strolled over and hugged him.

"Good morning, Ulfr," she said. "I'm so happy you've come home at last. You've been missed."

Her long blond hair was tied with a leather strip in what she called a ponytail. Her green eyes sparkled up at him. She was smaller than his captive and less curvy but stunning nonetheless. She was his brother, Hott's, wife. In her arms she held a pudgy baby boy, her son, Biorn. Her eyes darted from Ulfr momentarily to watch a lad of six, Hrolf, chase another young lad, Gunnarr. Hrolf was her adopted son and Ulfr's nephew, as was Biorn. Ulfr smiled at her, then felt a moment of sadness as he watched Petal, Valerie's dog and sister of his fallen Sultan, chase the boys. The bitch had grown large and solid in his absence and he was pleased he had found the pup.

"Good morning, Valerie," he replied and could feel himself harden when he thought of himself rocking up into her sweet little ass. It had been a while since he had taken her. He wondered if he should ask his brother if he wanted to swap their little Valhalla gifts for a night. Valerie was already pregnant so Hott wouldn't have to worry about his seed being in her. Ulfr knew Hott would be gentle with his own Valhalla vixen.

"I heard there was quite a commotion early this morning involving you and a woman. Did you find what you were looking for?" she asked.

"My own little Valkyrie. Yes, I found her, but she seems none too happy with the idea. I had to tie her up before I left.

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I'm afraid she'll run and be hurt by others. I'm giving her some time to cool off."

Valerie frowned. "Is she a Viking woman?" she asked.

"Like you, she came from the mist. My gift from Odin."

"I bet she's terrified and confused if she came from the mist. Let me speak to her. Does she understand you?"

"Only a few words."

"Hopefully she understands English."

It took Valerie a few more minutes to search for Bera. She was an older motherly type woman, who took a delighted Biorn into her arms and Bera promised to watch out for Hrolf as well.

Valerie took Ulfr by the arm and they wandered back through the village. She told him her son, Hrolf, whom everyone thought to be mute, now talked up a storm. In fact, she laughingly said sometimes she wished he came with an off button. Ulfr just shook his head at some of her strange expressions.

Ulfr was surprised to see his hut door partway open. He could hear muffled moans and heavy grunts coming from his hut when they neared. A man's deep voice laughed from within. Valerie looked up at him fearfully. Ulfr raced through the door. His little Valkyrie was lying belly down across the table, still bound and gagged. Her moaning gasps and tiny whimpers could be heard as the huge Viking warrior, who was positioned behind her gripping her hips, thrust his cock repeatedly up into her behind. He threw back his head and roared when his seed exploded within her.

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Ulfr howled a war cry and grabbed the man off her. He threw him out the door. The other men were shouting as Ulfr and the man exchanged heated brutal blows. The two were pulled apart and Ulfr was held tightly by two other men from the village. Ulfr watched in rage as one of the men in the hut removed his swollen cock from his pants and moved up behind Vicki intending on having her too. Valerie screamed and tossed the man onto his behind with a cartwheel flip. She stood with her fists raised boxer style and no other approached Vicki. Soon many were gathered around both inside and outside of the hut.

"What is wrong with you, Ulfr?" one of the men shouted.

"What do you mean by sneaking into my hut and attacking my woman?" Ulfr bellowed. His lips were pulled back in a growl of seething fury. He thought he would explode.

How dare they? This is my Valkyrie.

"She's a captive! You said it yourself when you brought her nude to the village for all to see. You left her tied and gagged with the leather pouch of grease near her in invitation. We weren't being disrespectful to you. We thought it our right,"

the man who had raped Vicki said angrily, his hand ran over the blood oozing from a cut over his eye. "I only took her behind. We weren't vicious; there is no blood drawn from her."

"How many had her?" Ulfr howled. He shrugged off the men holding him. He was shaking with fury and all gave him a wide berth as his hands clenched menacingly. He prowled around the three men who cautiously stayed well away from his hammer-sized fists' reach.

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All three of the men admitted they had. They all swore they only took her behind and any offspring would be his alone. Ulfr was ready to kill. His face was red with rage when his brother went to him.

"Go make certain she wasn't injured," Hott said to him.

Ulfr went to Vicki and gingerly lifted her into his arms. She was trembling and he pulled her tightly to his chest wanting to conceal her from the others. He removed the gag. Her eyes remained tightly closed and she pitifully whimpered the word home. He took her to his furs and heard Valerie shooing everyone out. She yelled at the men who had attacked Vicki.

Ulfr untied her bonds and gnashed his teeth together to keep from howling. The men had tied her tighter. Her ankles and wrists were chafed and red. It had been done to keep her completely immobile. If she struggled the men would have used their strength to pin her more roughly; she might have been further injured if she resisted. And though Ulfr understood the men had only wanted her complete submission he raged inwardly. She was too small to fight; they needn't have bothered.

Ulfr turned her over and checked her bottom. She was also red and beginning to bruise from where the men had gripped her so tightly. Thankfully there was no external damage; the men had used the grease like they said they had. Ulfr turned her onto her back taking great care as he handled her. He gently felt up between her thighs.

"Did they only take your behind?" he asked in a few words he thought she would understand while making hand motions.

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If the men had been too eager they may not even have realized if they had hurt her elsewhere.

"Yes," she whimpered, her head nodded and she said more words he didn't understand. "I was so scared. I thought they would kill me."

"They wouldn't have killed you," Valerie said in the same language his Valkyrie spoke and they continued to converse.

Vicki's eyes snapped open and she looked over at Valerie.

Valerie's look was grim. "What's your name?"

"Vicki. Will you please take me home?" Vicki asked.

"I can't. You belong to Ulfr now. I'm sorry you were raped.

These men just don't understand what they did was wrong.

They think because you're Ulfr's captive they can take your behind whenever they want. Especially since Ulfr left you tied and gagged."

Ulfr wasn't certain what they were talking about, but his little Valkyrie's eyes were widening further in terror. When her terrified gaze shifted to him, he was certain she was now afraid of him too.

"What are you telling her?" Ulfr demanded. He pulled Vicki's head to his chest and stroked her hair. He kissed her forehead and made shushing sounds when she whimpered.