One Viking And 3 French Women Ch 02

Rhoar stood there discarding his clothes and armor before this young beautiful.... girl. She was almost naked and everything that he wanted to see, he could see. He had never felt more aroused in his life and he knew what he wanted. He had never wanted anything this much. But even as looking at her form and figure overwhelmed his senses and desires, his gaze kept going back to her eyes. Rhoar had been at sea many times before this first raid abroad. He had looked into the deep, the endless darkness of water. Many feared it, he... he felt a natural respect. But looking into the deep pools of these beautiful eyes was the first time Rhoar felt like he was drowning, like he was being pulled in.

He hesitated but she didn't. She was laying there, vulnerable and clearly knowing what was coming. But she sat up and she reached out for Rhoar. Instinct returned and Rhoar was defensive, but she wasn't trying to hurt him. She took him into her hand and touched him. She kept looking up into his eyes and he was caught in her gaze. Unmoving and just receiving, suddenly he felt a pleasure he never imagined and sighed and let himself get lost to the sensations. He closed his eyes and only after a bit opened them again.

Looking at the beautiful face of this young woman. Her eyes were closed too but only seconds after he opened his eyes, she opened hers again. And again he was lost in their depths. Her head rocked gently and it was like sleeping aboard the longships when having a break. A deep pleasure and sensation building in his loins. He almost felt scared for the first time this day, he could see the same fear reflected in those eyes. She too could feel the storm brewing within him. He growled out loudly and his seed pumped out of him like never before. He watched in awe as the beautiful girl drank it all down, some running from the corners of her mouth but rest was gone. She kept going until Rhoar almost afraid for himself took a step back.

She sat there looking scared and confused and started to cover up and put her clothes in order. Rhoar got dressed looking at her, and for the first time in minutes his senses returned to the rest of the village and the sounds. It was like he had been in a bubble with this girl and they had been there alone, away from the world. Heavy footfall approached, it was two Vikings that came due to the loud growls of Rhoar, but they just laughed seeing him getting dressed and this beautiful girl on the ground gathering her clothes and covering up. They exchanged words and remarks, Rhoar just grinned as he got his armor and gear in order. Without a word he suddenly just picked Belle up off the ground like she was just a light ragdoll and again she was over his shoulder.

They all returned to the square of the village where women and children where gathered. Many with ripped clothes. Some of the younger girls had been taken aside, the sister/cousin of Belle was one of them. She was kneeling beside their mother with one of the few Vikings that was as tall as Rhoar, and clearly older and more experienced. Belle could see that her mother's clothes were torn and her face showed that she had been slapped or hit, clearly she had been raped but her sister was untouched. She was holding her mother in her arms kneeling before the Viking.

Most of the Vikings were gone and Belle could see that two of the longships were already sailing further upriver to plunder more villages. The last longship was here, those wounded and gathering loot and thralls manned the last ship. As Rhoar with Belle on her shoulder and the two other Vikings joined the rest at the square, the other tall Viking stepped forward and exchanged words with Rhoar. Rhoar put Belle down on the ground to his side and even if Belle didn't understand the words being said, she got the meaning. The older and more experienced Viking wanted her, and with a gesture pointed to Belle's sister and clearly meant that Rhoar could have her for a consolation price. Rhoar just calmly shook his head, and Belle could see his eyes starting to burn, and alertness waking up. Rhoar knew that the one asking him didn't take no for an answer.

A few more words were exchanged, and an older Viking clearly very battle-hardened and the leader of those present cut in and clearly, he didn't want a discussion. Almost instantly every Viking pulled back women and children, to make room in a circle, clearly this was to be settled one way, fighting. Rhoar picked up Belle almost tenderly, and carried her to the side and sat her down on the ground, his weapons on the ground before her. And then he stepped into the circle, ready to fight over her... 'The Price'.

The older and clearly more seasoned warrior just yelled out at Rhoar clearly mocking him and beating his chest. Rhoar slowly side stepped a little to one side and then to the other, why only moving a little forward. Finally, the other one started forward and Rhoar sidestepped again purposely making his opponent adjust his stepping just a bit. Belle sitting on the ground saw what no one else saw, that there was a purpose for this simple movement. Gore or blood from someone that got killed here was on the ground and the rushing Viking stepped right onto the slippery surface and it made him lose his footing for just a moment. He had to look down.

At a speed that belied his size, Rhoar was a blur of motion. The sliding on the blood had only made him look away a second but when he looked up again, it was only to see Rhoar's fist and then feel it. Clearly Rhoar didn't pull his punches. The sound was loud and everyone was silent, then the Vikings roared in laughter. The older Viking went down on the ground. He wasn't unconscious but clearly from the view of all present, the fight was over, Rhoar had defended his property. The older Viking in charge clearly gestured like to say it was over. Rhoar looked over at Belle and saw her looking at the young girl and mother that his opponent already had claimed.

Belle looked at Rhoar, and he at her. He could sense something in her, something important to her and for some reason, it made it seem important to him too. Rhoar pointed to Belle's mother and sister and said something to the chief and the chief shrugged, like he cared nothing of what Rhoar was saying. But the Viking that had gone down from the powerful punch. He was up again, and he heard that Rhoar had decided to take the two women from him. He drew his knife and threw himself at Rhoar planning to end this upstart and get all he wanted, whatever the cost. Rhoar was ever alert, especially knowing he was making claims that could be troublesome. Rhoar was totally unarmed where his opponent had put down all his weapons, except for his knife. But now the fighting was clearly of another type. The circle returned but where there had been jokes and cheers, now it was silent as everyone knew this likely would end with someone dead.

Belle knew her fate was as much at state as that of her captor. The younger man was clearly faster and stronger, but the older was more experienced and more importantly, armed. Rhoar used what he had, he dodged and evaded but got a few cuts by a blade that ever kept coming closer. But as the fight took time the older got more impatient and sloppy. Rhoar waited for exactly the right time, his opponent slightly of balance he moved in and moved out, tripping him and they were both on the ground. Noone could see in the rolling of man on man tumbling on the ground what happened. But suddenly Rhoar rose up giving the other a kick so he rolled onto his back, and all could see that he was dead, his own knife planted to the hilt into his eye.

Rhoar calmly moved backwards until he was with Belle, and the two new women in his possession, the sister and mother. Rhoar looked defensive, like he knew that some might be friends with the fallen and take it out on him. But no one did, some of the others took the dead and brought him to the longship. Belle could see the tension in Rhoar, like a wounded and cornered animal surrounded by enemies, in a stance ready to pounce, like he meant to protect what was his... these three women.