Hi! This is the third part in a multi-part series. If you haven't read the previous chapters, start there and come back :) This chapter will be a lot steamier than the previous ones. Stick around if you need some more spice in your life.
Chapter 7: Sinning
The morning started out groggily, as Eawynn woke up wrapped up in Vidar's arms. It felt good to be held by him, without the need to escape his embrace. As Eawynn got up from bed, she blushed; she noticed Vidar's nakedness, and his arousal, staring at her. Shaking her head, Eawynn forced herself to look away, to not become too tempted to return to bed.
"Good mornings," Vidar said in English, as he rose up from bed.
Eawynn's heart skipped, as she heard Vidar's voice, speaking those sweet words in her own native tongue. Vidar had obviously been hard at work, learning English during the weeks Eawynn had been ill. It assured her to hear him speak in her language instead of his own: he wouldn't bother learning her tongue, if he didn't care for her.
Eawynn thought again of all the gifts Vidar had brought her the night before. It had never occurred to her that Vidar could be so sweet. Was he simply feeling guilty for stealing her away? Or was he trying to buy her affections? Or were the gifts a genuine expression of care? But how could he truly care for her when they couldn't even speak the same language enough to have a conversation?
Eawynn pushed her doubts aside, and focused on the positives. It did not matter if Vidar truly liked her, as long as he was not getting rid of her. And if she proved herself useful by cooking, cleaning and sowing, then why would he not keep her around?
"Good morning!" Eawynn responded cheerily, in Danish.
When it was dark outside, it had not been obvious that Eawynn had cleaned. But now with light pouring in from the windows it was clear how tidy everything looked. Vidar seemed to notice too. After waking up and dressing, he walked around the house, utterly gobsmacked. Eawynn's presumptions seemed to be holding true:
"This is really the cleanest that your house has ever been,"
Eawynn thought, amused.
Vidar's face looked radiant as he walked around the space, seeing everything in its prime condition. After a moment, he walked back to Eawynn, and grabbed her face. Impatiently, he kissed her, and pressed his body onto hers. Eawynn moaned as she accepted Vidar's tongue into her mouth. Vidar made a content
purr
when he noticed Eawynn's willing body beneath his own. The man grabbed at the hem of Eawynn's underdress, and pulled it off her body. When the dress came off it frazzled Eawynn's flame-red locks, which now jotted in a thousand different directions.
Knowing she should be ashamed of a man seeing her god-given body, Eawynn flinched. But when Vidar began his exploration of Eawynn's naked form, the young woman forgot about her reservations. Vidar took his time, moving forward as patiently as he could. It seemed he thought that Eawynn would change her mind again, and was being careful not to get too excited. But instead of backing down, Eawynn moaned even more deeply, as she sought out Vidar's touch.
The moans of approval was the encouragement Vidar needed. His gentle touches became more passionate as his touch wandered onto Eawynn's naked bosom. He circled one nipple at a time, teasing and pulling both of them until they were hard. Eawynn moaned again as she felt Vidar's teasing hands. Next, the man worked his way down Eawynn's body, gently kissing and caressing every inch of it, until he made his way down between her legs. Vidar took one finger and pushed it gently inside Eawynn's wet crevice. Eawynn tensed as his finger entered her - it was almost too tight, even for only one of his fingers. Vidar seemed to notice the same thing, so he slowed his pace. He worked his way, one finger at a time, starting from the smallest one. Patiently working, stretching his lover more open and eager with each push, Vidar was soon able to fit two fingers inside.
Two fingers felt a bit too much - Eawynn let out a small cry of pain. Vidar stopped for a moment but kept his fingers inside of her. He used his free to stroke Eawynn's hair gently, easing her worries. Eawynn found Vidar's eyes, and after she calmed herself, she nodded at Vidar, assuring him it was alright to continue. Vidar resumed pushing his fingers inside of her, working his way slowly up to a third. Again, Eawynn felt a sharp pain, which subsided as quickly as it arose. Then Vidar stopped touching Eawynn's hair, and moved the hand to Eawynn's wetness as well. Eawynn tensed up as she worried about what he was doing.
"Surely you don't think you can fit more fingers inside of me?"
Vidar's other hand did not go inside of Eawynn. Instead, he moved it to the upper part of Eawynn's womanhood, gently caressing the little nub that lived on the outside of her folds. Eawynn gasped, surprised at how good it felt. Even when she had touched herself back on the longship, it hadn't felt as amazing. Eawynn moaned deeply as she enjoyed Vidar's gentle caresses.
"Yes, yes, please. Vidar, don't stop," Eawynn moaned, approving the man's actions by moving her body towards his fingers.
Vidar didn't stop, but continued pushing his fingers in and out, and stroking the outside of Eawynn's folds. He was no longer gentle. Both of his hands were working quickly, applying more and more pressure on the sensitive parts of Eawynn's body. But instead of hurting, it felt better and better with every touch.
"Yes! Ooohh..." Eawynn screamed, as a familiar feeling washed over her body. It was the same feeling that had taken her over before, when she had pleasured herself while thinking of Vidar. Eawynn blushed, as she thought of the man, who was the first person to ever awaken such feelings inside of her.
Exhausted, Eawynn collapsed onto the bed. Vidar also fell onto the bearskin, next to Eawynn, eager for a moment of rest. Eawynn felt like she'd just ran miles, even though she had just lied while Vidar had done all the work. Eawynn blushed again as she wondered how Vidar wanted her to repay the favor.
Eawynn soon noticed that Vidar was harder than she had ever seen him. He was stroking his manhood and groaning as he did so.
"It's hardly fair for you to make me feel so good, without me doing the same for you,"
Eawynn thought to herself, as she carefully placed her hands on Vidar's shaft. She was not really sure what she should do, so she just pushed Vidar's hands aside, and started gently moving her hands up and down his length.
Vidar looked amazed at Eawynn, who was eagerly pleasing him, moving her gentle hands up and down his member. Vidar took his own hands and placed them on hers. Vidar showed the technique, and set the right pace. Really, he was again doing most of the work, but Eawynn was happy to help out, even if just a little. As she worked her way with her hands, Vidar suddenly grabbed Eawynn's head, and pushed it towards his shaft. Eawynn looked at him, confused at what he wanted.
"You want me to take it in my mouth?"
Eawynn thought, in shock.
Even though Eawynn felt skeptical, she did what Vidar requested. Eawynn started by gently licking the very tip of his member, softly moaning as she kissed it, and caressed it with her tongue. Vidar groaned from pleasure, but still pushed at Eawynn's head, clearly wanting more. Eawynn did as he requested and wrapped her soft lips around his length. It was too large to fit into her mouth all at once, so Eawynn only took about half of it in. Then she bobbed her head up and down the length of his member. Once in a while, Eawynn squeezed her mouth gently, so that Vidar would feel the pressure of her lips pressed against his shaft.
Vidar started groaning even deeper and faster now. But he still pushed at Eawynn's head, wanting her to take him even deeper. Vidar pushed Eawynn's head aggressively, and forced his whole length down Eawynn's throat. Eawynn gagged and her eyes watered, as she felt her throat completely filled. She could hardly breathe, with Vidar filling her mouth and throat so completely. Even though it was uncomfortable, Eawynn was still determined to please Vidar. Eawynn continued working her way up and down his member, now taking it all the way.
A deep, primal roar escaped Vidar, as he pushed harshly into Eawynn's mouth and spurted his seed into her throat. Eawynn gagged again, but tried very hard to keep Vidar in her mouth until he finished. When Vidar was satisfied, he pulled Eawynn's head off his member. Eawynn swallowed each drop that Vidar had left inside her - it felt like a present for a job well done.
Pleased, both Vidar and Eawynn collapsed into bed. Vidar first, and Eawynn on top of him. They were sweaty from exertion and utterly exhausted, even though it was only morning.
"If this is how it's going to be, I could get used to being yours..."
thought Eawynn as she lay in Vidar's arms. Only after the haze of her lust dissipated, did Eawynn realize that she had not once thought of her worries when she was with Vidar. She had not worried about sin, or the vow she had made when joining the Sisterhood...
"No wonder, the church has to lecture us about purity when sinning feels this good,"
Eawynn thought, in her post-coital haze.
After the couple had rested, they finally rolled out of bed. Vidar dressed himself, but when Eawynn tried to get out of bed, he pushed her down. Eawynn felt slightly frustrated but waited patiently. When the Viking had put on a fresh set of clothes, he chose a dress for Eawynn - a gold-colored, luxurious gown that showed ample cleavage. Eawynn blushed when she saw it. She had never worn something so revealing before. Vidar insisted on dressing Eawynn, not letting her do it herself. Next, the man brushed Eawynn's hair and chose the last pieces of her outfit - impractical looking strappy leather sandals and a beautiful golden necklace, which looked to be worth more than everything else in Vidar's home combined.
Breakfast was a quick affair; Vidar offered Eawynn some bread and fresh butter, which he had gone out to fetch the night before. It was simple, but Eawynn was overjoyed that it wasn't soup. When they were finished eating, Vidar took Eawynn's hand, and led her out of the house and towards the village.
Vidar's house was the northernmost structure in town. In the south, one would find the rest of the village. In all other directions there was only forest. Yet the woodland around Vidar's home was young and sparse, when elsewhere in the town it was old and dense. It seemed that the woods were young, replacing farmland that had stood there before.
"Why would there have been farmland before but not anymore?"
Eawynn wondered, as she looked at the saplings sprouting around Vidar's house.
"Aarhus", Vidar exclaimed, as he gestured towards the small village, where countless houses stood, built haphazardly in peculiar configurations. Some houses were small, while others were tiny. Vidar's house was on the smaller side, but not as little as some of the others. But all of the houses were built in a similar style, and out of the same materials. They were simple and practical, shining more in their utility than in their beauty. Their walls were made of grayish wood and the roofs were fashioned out of straw. Some houses had thick, gray smoke rising from their chimneys.
"It's really cozy," said Eawynn, in English.
