Page 81 of A Tale of Two Vikings

“Oh, that is such a lie.” She tried to sit up in indignation but he forced her back down.

“It is not a lie. You have made me appreciate small breasts. I do not think I will ever be attracted to big-bosomed women again, and that is the truth.”

“You ooze charm like sweat, you rogue.”

“Flattery will get you everything, m’lady sharp tongue. But enough of this piddling around. ’Tis time to discover some truths about you, Helga.”

“Piddling? You call what we’ve done so far piddling? It does not seem piddling to me. What truths?”

“Like whether you have turned into a raisin down below,” he said and dipped his fingers into her damp woman-folds before she could shriek her outrage. Her warm honey welcomed him.

“And have I?” she gasped out.

“What?” Somewhere between her enthusiastic response to their bedsport and the wet signs of her readiness, Vagn had lost his power of reasoning.

“Turned into a raisin?”

He inserted a forefinger into her tight inner folds, which clasped and unclasped around him. He might have gurgled then, but he was not sure. “Nay,” he said, shaking his head. “You are more like a lush, succulent peach.”

“Good,” she said.

He rolled over on top of her, and she spread her legs wide for him. The ridge of his staff nestled in her woman channel, like a longship coming home. But there was one more thing he had to say. “There is still time to change your mind, Helga,” he said. “Once I enter, you can no longer claim virginity. If you choose to wed someday, your husband will be cheated.”

“Would you feel cheated if I came to you without a maidenhead?”

“Nay, but surely you know a maidenhead is prized by many.”

“I come to you willingly, Vagn.” She put a gentle hand on his cheek and let the fingertips trail down his jaw, his neck and the center of his chest. “It is time.”

He raised her knees and spread them wider, poising himself at her entrance, his arms braced on either side of her head. With a barely stifled grunt, he drove into her, to the hilt.

She stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.

“Are you all right? Am I hurting you?”

“Just a twinge. Don’t move. Let me get accustomed…oh. Oh. That is better. Oh, you fill me. And grow. I can feel you growing.”

Her voice carried amazement. Bloody hell, he was amazed, too. As her inner folds shifted to accommodate him, his cock had grown even bigger.

“I need to move, Helga. Can I move?”

“I don’t know,” she choked out with a little laugh. “Can you?”

Turned out he could.

He tried to be gentle. He tried to go slow. But it had been so long. And she was so hot and receptive as she flailed from side to side, crying out for something she did not yet understand. Too soon his long, slow strokes turned short and hard, especially as she bucked her hips reflexively, riding the peak that soon overtook her. With a roar of equal parts satisfaction and frustration, he pulled out of her and spilled his seed into the soft cloth he’d placed under the pillow for just that purpose. Later, he would throw it into the fire.

For now, he lay collapsed over Helga, probably crushing her. But she’d drained him of all energy. By the gods! What would she do to him when she knew how to use her body? He could not imagine. He could not wait.

“What are you smiling about?” Helga asked when he raised his head to look at her.

“I am happy.” And that was the truth, which surprised him mightily. Helga had managed to pull him from that pit of depression he’d been wallowing in of late. “And why are you smiling?”

“Because I am happy, too.”

“Because you might carry my seed?”

She shook her head. “Because you pleased me, Viking.”