Her Viking Lovers by J. A. Bailey

Her
Viking Lovers
    J.A. Bailey

Copyright 2014 © J.A. Bailey
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    This is a work of
fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations, or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.
     
    Chapter One
    Chapter Two
    Chapter Three
    Chapter Four
    Chapter Five
    Chapter Six
    Chapter Seven
    Chapter Eight

Chapter One
    Esa
paused outside Alrek’s hut as a masculine groan echoed through the wooden
walls. She dropped her hand away from the door and held her breath. Sure
enough, a woman answered his groan with a cry of her own. Esa’s body clenched.
Desire stirred in her blood. Alrek was well known for his lovemaking skills—not
that she had ever experienced them—but the women spoke of them often. By the
sounds the woman was making, the rumours were not unfounded.
    Darkness
shrouded their settlement. Many were abed, ready to be up with the dawn. The
gentle slosh of waves could be heard but Esa’s hearing remained focused on the
couple. Aware of the occasional stick crunching under her feet, she tiptoed to
the rear of Alrek’s home and pressed her eye to a gap in the wood. The glow of
candles disorientated her for a moment but eventually the copulating couple
came into view.
    It
was Yrsa, an attractive widow whose husband had no returned, much like herself.
Why then did Alrek turn his attentions to Yrsa and not her? But Esa knew well
they were both still too honour and love bound to Esa’s partner, Rennir. Her
heart beat heavily at the thought of never touching her Viking warrior again.
As Rennir’s dearest friend, Alrek loved him too and they had shared their grief
together when he had failed to come back from the latest expedition. Injured
long ago, Alrek no longer took part in the expeditions but he remained a strong
protector of their settlement and many of the women relied on him—especially
her.
    Three
summers and the grief had barely dulled, yet she had needs. She longed for
strong hands upon her and a warm chest beneath her cheek. Something to ease the
loneliness. With no children to keep her occupied, her life seemed empty at
times, in spite of her duties keeping her busy. As a Viking woman, she had to help
look after the animals and her home as well as help the other women.
    Alrek’s
skin glistened in the candlelight. She thought it strange he had not taken a
partner yet. Many women would have him though she suspected his leg injury held
him back. From the way he drew Yrsa back and settled behind her rear, she knew
his fears were unfounded. She had seen Alrek fight and even his lovemaking
skills were not hindered by the damaged muscle. 
    Yrsa
cried out and Esa drew in a sharp breath as Alrek plunged into her from behind,
hands firmly grasping the woman’s hips. Her heart thrummed against her chest
and moisture gathered in her sex. The ache increased when Alrek plunged again. Yrsa’s
breasts swayed and, as if they invited his touch, he leant over and cupped one
breast, pinching her nipples. Esa moved a hand to her own breast and plucked
her hard nipple through the woollen fabric of her dress. She closed her eyes
and imagined Alrek’s coarse fingers upon them. Then she slipped a hand
underneath her skirts. Arousal made her slick. She traced her folds and found
her nub. With small flicks, she teased her clit. Alrek’s increasing grunts drew
her eyes open once more and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.
    Using
two fingers, she thrust them into her wet pussy and mimicked his movements. How
she wished she were the one on her knees, taking his thick glistening cock.
Flutters met her fingers and she pushed harder. Esa had to grip the wood to
keep herself