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Vikings
I
-What do you think, have you ever seen such a strange man before?
Disa pushed some blonde strands of hair away from her blue eyes as she looked at her sister Ylva where they stood at the well. They were both clad in ankle length shift. Over their shifts they wore a shorter length woolen skirt-aprons suspended by shoulder straps, with the neck closed by brooches, Disas depicting the Midgårds snake biting its own tail. Ylvas broche was an intricately ornate with a pattern of serpents; it had been her grandmothers and had been given to her on the old woman's death some years ago.
Ylva filled the wooden buckets with clear and fresh water that would be carried to the sauna where a fire was already burning and heating the stones making it hot and sweltering. But she needed more water for the large wooden bathtub that was outside the sauna.
The older girl shook her head, like her one year younger sister Disa. She too was blonde and tall for her eighteen years. Both girls resembled their mother Embla, wife of Horsa the red, and they both shared thick honey colored blonde hair and dark blue eyes, they had both slim figures and full breasts that made men and boys look at them. But Horsa hand a fierce reputation so few where those who had actually made any advances.
-Never before, his skin is so dark, like that of...of... she fought for words but didn't find any suitable ones to describe him.
Again the girl's mind drifted to the tall dark stranger and Disa felt as if her eyes were locked upon his muscled body when she first had laid eyes on him. His arms and legs were thick with muscles. But it was his skin color that made her star.
He was so dark, black!
She, or anyone else for that matter, had seen anything like that before! Not even Hjorulv who had sailed to the west as far as Ireland for plunder had seen anything like that. But old folks had told tales about people in the great city of Miklagård, where the emperor resided and where many vikings served as his bodyguard, that there was people that had pitch black skin.
Perhaps the tall black stranger where from Miklagård? Or was he from some other strange and far away land?
He had come to the village in the company of Erik from Utgård, a farm that lay near the forest.
Erik had wowed himself for the dark stranger and told both Horsa and the other men in the village that the dark tall stranger was an honorable man and passing through. He was now a guest of Erik and that no harm would befall him so long as he stayed as a guest of Erik.
Whatever hade made Erik to make this commitment to someone that was so clearly of neither kin nor blood was a matter of debate. But Ylva had heard her father say that Erik was a man that had a thirst for gold or fine wares so perhaps that was the answer, the dark man had paid for Erik's friendship so he could stay under Erik's protection?
The stranger spoke their tongue too, perhaps not good, but still he spoke it and that made matters only more puzzling. His name was equally puzzling and strange, and very hard to pronounce. Jamal Deshaun. It sounded like he came from the western islands of Ireland or England but again, his dark color made that impossible.
Neither Disa or Ylva knew, but both girls where intrigued by the stranger. There was something that was strange with him, not only his dark skin, but something else, something that neither girl could put their fingers on. But whatever it was, it made them both curious.
Ylva lifted the buckets and made her way to the sauna.
Perhaps the mystery of the dark man would be explained when her father and her brothers returned from the Ting? The menfolk where gathered there at the Ting to resolve disputes peacefully without taking to edged weapons and cause costly blood feuds. It was better to discuss matters that concerned the village and to resolve them in peace among wise men, although sometimes feuds would spark up as fast as fires, counseling and discussions at Ting or not. But have to wait for almost five days before their return seemed too long.
Ylva wanted to know who the man was and where he came from.
Erik, she knew was a man that it could be foolish to trust, or so her father had said, but neither she nor her sister or mother had never had any reason to distrust Erik.
Ylva pushed the sauna door open and a wave of hot, steamy hair blasted out and the girl raised one bucket to pour on the hot stones in order to make it even hotter. The door swung open and before she could draw it close, she saw him and the tall, willowy girl froze.
The stranger!
Jamal!
He was sitting on one of the benches in the sauna, his dark muscled body glistening like he was oiled in. Rippling muscles that ran like thick ropes underneath his black skin and... and...
Ylva starred between his legs.
The light spilling inside the windowless sauna gave enough light for her to see.
By the Gods...!
His manhood was as dark as the rest of his body, but... but... it was huge!
She stared at it, an immense black trunk, veined and dark and heavy black balls. But it was immense all the same. It looked like that thing belonged between the hindquarters of a horse, not on a human!
Ylva felt how she blushed as she realized that her mouth was open and that she was staring at his cock.
She raised her eyes and looked into the black strangers face. He was smiling at her, a knowingly smile that made her face burn even redder and she knew she ought to dump the water on the hot stones and be gone. But she couldn't leave.
-First time you see one? He teased. He spoke her tongue but his accent was foreign and strange as if he had difficulty of forming the right words. But that didn't matter. His words hit their mark.
Ylva straightened up and put down the bucket with water.
-Not the first time, she said and forced herself to hold his eyes, trying not to flinch away from his stare.
She was determined not to act as a little girl, she would show this stranger that she was a grown woman! A daughter of the north, a pure and unsullied Viking girl!
-I'm sure you have, but this big...? He looked at her, he smiled teasingly and she felt a sudden wave of anger.
What did he think? That she didn't know how a man was built? She had seen her father and brothers naked many times, even heard her father and mother have sex in their bed. She had even spied on her brother Björn as he bedded the serf girl Åsa. Before Ylvas eyes the memories flashed by. She couldn't stop the images from filling her head and she swallowed as she remembered her brothers cock thrusting in and out the passive and gasping Åsa. She thought that her brother's cock looked immense, a massive pole of flesh that any woman no matter how experienced would be split in half. But her brother's cock was a mere worm compared to this black dragon before her!
Ylva became aware that his manhood was thickening, stiffening and slowly rising like a third arm. She could see the black skin tightening, the veins stood out and she could see that his foreskin was cut away, leaving the purple head bare and gleaming. She could see the tiny slit at the top and a clear drop of fluid that leaked out of it.
The nineteen year old Viking girl felt her pulse pound hard and her mouth go dry.
The black cock was gigantic! Underneath the black pole she could see his heavy balls and knew that they were filled with sperm and if she weren't careful, all that sperm could end up in her and make her with child, a black child!
There would be no denying as who the father might be!
But she couldn't move.
It was like a strange force had seized her body and frozen her in place. The black man made her knees go weak and something primitive had awoken in her body and Ylva knew she was quickly losing the battle she knew that she ought to fight.
Suddenly he stood before her, towering a full head above her and she could feel the heat and raw power from his strong, black body.
-I... I..., she Nordic girl stammered and tried to draw back, but the stranger caught her in a strong grip.
-Don't fight it, he said in his deep voice and Ylva knew she should resist, but she couldn't.
His lips met hers and the blonde girl moaned weakly in surrender as he pushes his tongue into her mouth.
This is witchcraft! Her mind managed to say as the black stranger slid of her shift. My father will kill me if he finds out...kill the black stranger too...!
But in some strange way, that didn't seem to matter anymore.
Her bare full breasts swayed as the garment fell away.
His hands undid her belt and started to slide down her skirt.
