Jeanne and Belle, after getting dressed, proceeded to forage the area around the mill. They moved within a short distance of each other. They looked for mushrooms, berries, herbs and other things they could use for cooking. Lise was ecstatic after she had taken all that Rhoar had given her. She had moved up to cuddle with him and lay close. Rhoar felt uneasy with this, he didn't understand why but he gave Lise a heavy kiss, but this seemed to excite her further, so he instead turned her over and smacked her ass. Not as hard as he would have the other two, who he knew would love it. But this cooled Lise off, but before she could cry, he picked her up and laid her on his bed and covered her with his and Belle's blanket. He just looked at her sternly, like a master will try to gesture to his dog for it to stay.
He got dressed and geared up and went hunting. He noticed the two women in the area clearly looking for things to eat. He felt happy and at ease, now that Lise was talking and all clingy. And he felt very comfortable having been nicely drained. He had never known that women could use their mouths, and he never knew that it was something men would enjoy. But he found it very empowering, and he just had to briefly close his eyes to have the mental image of all three women at once pleasing him.
"Life is good" he said to himself in his own language and then shrugged and chuckled as he repeated it again in Latin, for only himself.
He went to the area where he had stumbled upon the boar the day before, but this time being ready. Hunting boar can be deadly, but he felt good and dying to a strong beast in a hunt was as good as dying in combat. And for the last few days, he knew he would see Valhalla if he was taken fighting a big boar with his ax and dagger.
Despite his size he was very adept at moving around in a very stealthy fashion. He knew where to step and where not to step when moving through wooded areas. He soon heard sounds that made him sure the boar, or at least a boar was close. Rhoar felt it lucky that it was a male boar and clearly a very territorial one. In many cases someone approaching might just spook them to move away but this one wanted to defend its area. Probably female or females around, Rhoar knew the feeling. He knew that many men would know they were in danger now, he just felt more alive. Just a moment he did think to one regret, not taking Belle and his mind made him remember her pussy the first time he had ripped her clothes off. And then he also wondered about taking her in the ass like he had Jeanne. He instantly forgot all thought and dodged to the side tumbling as the boar wasn't having fond sexual memories.
He was on his feet by the time the charging boar had turned to attack him again. He timed his swing perfectly and his axe sat right between the eyes of the boar. It was dead but luckily for Rhoar he knew this wouldn't stop it, not instantly. He used all his strength to twist his axe one way as he himself used the momentum to roll the other way and the boar continued past him for several steps before crashing into a tree with a large crack. Rhoar had his kill, but the price was high. The handle of his battle axe was broken, his weapon useless. He left the head of the axe in the skull, and it took him several attempts to get a handle of the boar to get it lifted over his shoulders. He was hard pressed carrying it back, but he did it. He was covered in blood when he returned to the mill.
When he returned the two young women were outside naked playing in the pond again. Belle cried out in shock seeing him and Lise turned white seeing the blood covered Viking with the huge boar over his shoulders. Rhoar was just one big white smile that made Belle relax. Belle felt shocked at herself, mostly how shocked with worry she had been for Rhoar's well-being. Had he been mortally wounded, they would have been able to go home, and she found herself dreading this. Both naked women walked closer and marveled at the dead boar. Jeanne came running outside hearing the cry of despair, and after the initial shock of seeing Rhoar drenched in blood, she too marveled at the feast he had brought them. She looked at the naked young women and wished she was young and naked with them too.
Rhoar walked into the pond wearing everything and just submerged for a minute before standing up and just laughing wholeheartedly. He stripped his armor and clothes and walked to the grass to put it down before he went into the water. The pond was big enough that you could swim just a little where the water was deepest. He enjoyed himself.
Jeanne took Rhoar's dagger, which was kept sharp and like everything about Rhoar, in perfect working order. She was a leatherworker but also a housewife in a small farming village, which meant she was as much a butcher as anyone calling himself a butcher. She started her work and sent Belle to get dressed and go inside to start a fire so they could start dinner. Even if it was still barely noon, this would take work. She spoke to Lise in French and Lise instantly smiled and looked at Rhoar, she was to make sure he was entertained.
Belle was inside doing what she could there, while Jeanne carved up the boar. At times she had to call Rhoar to come over and pointed at places that took extra strength to get done. Rhoar did it with ease, not at all offended at being made to do his part. Each time he came over, Jeanne would feel his hand on her ass, hard and firm. Her body was on fire with desire by the time she no longer needed his help but at this time she so wished for his presence.
Lise decided to do something to help everyone out, she started to teach Rhoar to speak French. She started out pointing at things, saying their name in French and gesturing to Rhoar to pronounce it. Rhoar was in luck having learned some Latin, so he did fairly well, but Lise did giggle at him when he was asked to say words that were hard to pronounce for Rhoar. Jeanne at times worried if this giggling might upset Rhoar. And it might have done so, if it wasn't for the fact that Lise suddenly got an idea to make it more fun. Soon she was teaching Rhoar the words for arm, hand, finger, leg. This soon became breasts, vagina, ass, lips... and the word that made Rhoar smile.... the French word for mouth. He practiced saying this a few extra times until he knew he had it, right.
Belle came outside to get meat and her Lise giggling as Rhoar was saying more slang words for boobs and pussy. She saw Lise caressing Rhoar's thigh and often letting her hand move over his member. He just let her but didn't seem to let it get to him more. Rhoar saw Belle and saw how she flushed and clearly looked upset... jealous. Belle came closer to them fast, with determined steps. And was about to say something harsh to Lise when Rhoar spoke out so clearly, barely an accent... in French.
"MOUTH" he didn't speak loudly, just clearly and like a command. He said it clearly in French and smiled mostly doing it in jest, having come to realize the power this word had over Belle. This broke Belle's line of thought and she just knew Lise was in the way and kind of rudely she just pushed her cousin aside and just knelt. Rhoar was not aroused, his member was somewhat swollen from Lise having toyed with it but he instantly started to grow as Jeanne and Lise along with Rhoar watched Belle, showing her love and affection to Rhoar's member. Her eyes were closed at first and after a while she looked up and around, able to see the faces of all the other people there. She blushed, not even remembering how she had ended up on her knees but just knowing this was right. She blushed a little more and then just started bobbing her head and she instinctively started to moan with pleasure, like this was what she had wanted for so long.
