Page 39 of Song and Sword
Then, Hakon’s hands were at her hips, holding her firmly, and he thrust his cock balls-deep into her pussy. Sif’s eyes briefly rolled up and she almost lost her grip, but his strong hands steadied her as she was driven up onto her toes. She cried out as the first rolling wave of pleasure swept through her. Hakon began a steady but ferocious pumping, his hands gripping her hips like iron, as he pounded her pussy into another orgasm, and then another.
Sif’s legs were weak as Hakon withdrew. She was confused. Surely he had not climaxed yet? Sif felt in a bit of a blur as her warrior led her to her bed, layingher on her belly and placing a firm pillow beneath her hips. “Hakon?” she asked dreamily.
“It is time for your final submission, my witch,” he said tenderly, parting her bottom cheeks and gently rimming her rear passage. “It is time for me to claim your ass.” Sif twitched at the touch of his fingers then moaned as he drew moisture from her pussy and coated her bottom hole with its slickness. Sif had never experienced this form of claiming and truth to tell was a bit nervous about it, but she had pledged her obedience to this man. She trusted him.
Sif softly exhaled as she felt the pressure of his cock open her hole, and while the sensation was unusual, it was also exciting in its novelty and sense of the forbidden. Hakon gently worked his cock in then back a little then in farther once again, steadily widening her back passage and making her ready to receive him. It was a luxuriously slow process, and Sif found herself tightening and loosening her grip on the sheets beneath her.
Suddenly, Hakon was fully seated within her bottom hole and moved back and forth. The thrusts were different but pleasurable in an entirely, deliciously new way.Gods!Why have I waited so long? I can’t believe I’ve been missing this!Hakonthrust harder, and faster. Sif’s breathing sped up. Hakon’s hands descended to grip her wrists firmly. She couldn’t move even if she wanted do, and some perverse part of her wanted to test this; so Sif squirmed beneath her thrusting warrior, and he released his grip just long enough to give Sif a smack on her backside that made her cry out. Even as she cried out, she pushed her hips upwards, and in that moment, Hakon’s cock seemed impossibly large, and then he was coming inside her, shooting masses of his cream into her ass, and Sif climaxed from the overwhelming crescendo of new sensations rippling through her body.
Sif and Hakon remained locked together, holding onto the moment as their breathing deepened and slowed. Hakon released his grip on her wrists and settled more of his body weight upon her.
“My Lord,” Sif purred, “any time you want to claim my ass, well…you just go right ahead. Even if you need to belt my backside first, I don’t care.”
Hakon’s chuckle was a deep rumble in his chest. He took the base of her neck in his teeth and gave her a playful nip. “I’ll make sure to take care of what’s mine,” he said, mock-growling.
“Oh gods and goddesses, hear him, and make sure he does,” laughed Sif.
***
Hakon carefully separated himself from his sleeping, well-satisfied woman and slid off the camp bed. He unlaced the tent strings and slipped outside. In more ordinary times, he would have had some sense of the hour of the day or evening, but the dark heavy skies had turned everything into a kind of dreary sameness. As far as Hakon was aware, it was late afternoon, heading towards evening, but he was not certain of it.
It had been, by any measure, an incredibly long day. They had been roused from sleep by a predawn raid, followed by the Skraeling attack on Visby, and finally their retreat from the town as it was finally taken. Indeed, it would not be long before they were on the march once more, though only the gods knew where. Would they risk a night’s sleep? Or would they try to steal a march on the Skraelings and slip out in the darkness?
These were important decisions but the very last thing on Hakon’s mind. All that he could think of was Sif, and what had just taken place between them.
“And you wonder why I just give them a good meal, a good fucking, and a goodbye,” came the chuckling voice to his left.
Hakon spun. “Gunnar, you spy-crow! How long have you been sitting there?” he demanded.
“Long enough. I thought my brother and my friend should have time to…resolve matters without any interference from busybody witches.” Gunnar kicked a camp stool in his brother’s general direction.
Hakon picked it up, righted it, and sat down. After an initial burst of indignation, his sense of humor was returning. “And did any busybody witches try to interfere?” he asked.
Gunnar shook his head. “Surprisingly, no,” he admitted. “They seem more used to the sounds of discipline and pleasure than I would have given them credit for. Very worldly, these witches.” He took a pull from a leather canteen then tossed it to Hakon. “So,” continued Gunnar, “may I conclude that matters are resolved between the pair of you?”
Hakon took a pull of the sweet refreshing mead. “You may.”
“Then why does the evening find you sitting there with a pensive look on your face rather than rattling your woman’s bones for an encore?”
Hakon eyed his brother, tossed him the canteen, and sighed. “Because suddenly, things don’t seem very simple,” he admitted.
“Go on.”
“Sif has offered me her complete submission. It’s different than before. When we talked back at the Jomsburg, she was making a bargain, her body for my sword. Tonight…well, tonight wastotal. She’s placed herself in my hands, Gunnar.”
Gunnar took another drink of mead. “Does it scare you?”
Hakon stared at him. “Yes, and I don’t know why. But it also excites me. I don’t understand, Brother. Why would I be scared by the only thing I’ve ever wanted?”
Gunnar laughed. “Because it’s finallyreal, you clod-pole! Because this isn’t play anymore! The woman you love is the greatest sorceress of a generation. You want her to be all that she can possibly be, but you also want to keep her safe. You hope she can save the world, but your heart will die if you lose her. Of all the people on this misbegotten earth, she trustsyoutokeep the balance in her life and has placed her destiny in your hands. Sif is your responsibility, Brother, just like you’ve always wanted.”
Hakon sat in silence, staring off towards the horizon. Finally, he said, “You’re right. Why does it feel so annoying that you’re right?”
Gunnar smacked him on the shoulder in a companionable way. “I’m your older brother, Hakon. We talk of destiny; it is my fate to be annoyingly correct.”
“Loki’s balls,” muttered Hakon, and Gunnar laughed once more.
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Gunhilde. The Elder witch was walking with the aid of a staff and looked tired. The brothers got to their feet. Gunhilde eyed Hakon appraisingly.
