is faced with the prowess of Eirik: a giant of a man who lets nothing stand in
sexual attraction and, ultimately, the satisfaction she finds in Eirik's bed.
if she returns with the Northmen to their distant lands?
head almost touching the cross beam of the ceiling, his shoulders double the
width of most men. His abdomen was hard, muscled. Most striking of all, his
upper body was thickly patterned in dark blue-green patterns, interlocking,
covering all his arms, as if he wore sleeves upon his skin. Designs stretched
across his upper chest, and continued up his neck.
cock gave a small leap. When he laughed, it was not as before, to command the
approval of a crowd, but because the amusement was his.
toss of her head, she stripped herself and climbed into my bed, pulling the soft
furs to her neck. There was malice and mischief in her defiance.
closer and, when Eirik spoke, it was as if his voice were a continuance of its
him, to the force of his body and the power that I knew was his.
at the laces of my costume, dexterous, despite their size. One by one, the
garments dropped, or were pulled over my head.
feeling the touch of his eyes upon me, their roaming of my skin, and the
nearness of his body.
lover, interested only in his own satisfaction, and as likely as not to give me
a clout about the head as he entered me. Moreover, his bedding was a quick
matter, over almost as soon as it had begun.
must be patient. Love would grow with time and, with it, pleasure, but it had
puppy, and the lambs I’d raised one spring, when their mother had abandoned
them. I’d felt more for those animals than I had for any man.
boys they liked best: the urgency of their kisses, of their own responding
desire. I’d felt nothing similar for a man: not for my husband most certainly.
arrogance was insufferable. Yet, I burned for him.
first to one breast and then the other, taking not only my nipple but the whole
orb into his mouth. His warm tongue worked with his teeth, to pull and tease,
sending a spasm through my cunt. His hands grasped my buttocks and I felt a
rush of desire. His warriors had raped and killed and stolen, and yet I could
think only of my need to feel him inside me.
arms, to lay me upon the bed, pushing my legs apart. His cock loomed above, and
his balls, large and heavy. The muscles of my sex contracted in anticipation.
but felt now her hands upon my shoulders, pulling me further up the bed. I
struggled, indignant, but she pinned me at the upper arms, placing her weight
head, so that I smelt the fish-sourness of her.
one of knowing, of encouragement. Whether I liked it or not, she was to be the
third in my bed and take her share.
himself into me, to begin the fucking he must intend. I knew the sex act well
enough. Instead, he raised my hips to his waiting mouth.
inside me. I would have twisted away, but that he held me tight. His laughter
hummed against my sex, and then he ran his tongue through my slit, finding the
nub I would press when I lay quietly at night.
legs about his head, drawing him down further. His tongue gave me more pleasure
than my husband’s member had ever done.
strange thing for a man to do, I thought. For what enjoyment is there in this for him?
been, for his mouth ate me as ravenously as the wolf will take a goose, feathers
and all. And I, the goose, was only too willing to be devoured.
a glimpse of something darker: the desire to pursue his lust.
aligned his cock to my gaping wetness, holding me firm beneath my buttocks. I
felt the first nudge of his swollen head, and then he entered, as smooth and
easy as a knife through freshly set butter.
watching Eirik, watching the long thrusts, each of which brought a responding
moan from me, from the new voice which was growing inside, stoked by the fuel
of this man’s body.
I can't begin to tell you how much fun it was. There are two things that turn
me aflutter: one is brains (I've had a thing about clever old Sherlock since
watching Basil Rathbone in the original black and white films); the other is
pure physical brawn.
series, give me Chris Helmsley as Thor in the Marvel Comic films.
physical, overpowering strength - the sort that comes from wielding an axe in
battle. I want the throw down!
being a romance, I've given him other qualities besides brute strength. My
heroine discovers that he's not only a magnificent (and inventive) lover but is
loyal to his men, and proud of his warrior heritage.
comedic and the wry. Tales to enchant, delight and disturb. She lives
with her husband (maker of tea and fruit cake) and her little haggis pudding
terrier (connoisseur of bacon treats and squeaky toys).
Carter, Sarah Waters, Michel Faber, AS Byatt, and Donna Tartt.
of Russia and Eastern Slavonic Europe.