Land. It has been six months since me and my men went out on our long boat to go Viking, to trade and plunder with the Saxons in East Anglia. Six months since I have been home. Six months since I have seen my people. Six months have passed since I have seen her.
The late autumn air blows through my long hair and beard, roughing up the already messy facade I am wearing. My tired eyes glaze over the orange oaks and birches that surround our village. At the jetty, people can be seen awaiting our arrival. Farmers, fishermen. Her.
Right at the very peak of the jetty. She stands there, jumping for joy as we breach the shore. My love, Freya, was in her late twenties, with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a firm body as a consequence of active work around the village.
She jumps me as I walk onto the jetty, killing me with her kisses and choking hugs. Tears well down her face, and I hug her tightly as well, embracing the love of my life. No words are exchanged as we just stand there embracing each other. People leave as they reunite with their own families longing for the warmth of their homes, to tell stories of conquest and wonders.
We eventually break loose from each other, our eyes meeting. We lean into each other for one last chaste kiss before we head to the longhouse to feast.
“I missed you, dear Sigurd. It has been many long nights since we last loved each other. Many long nights since you left on that ship.” Her bright blue eyes linger on me, as her hand gently caresses my sore arm. The flame shadows her face, increasing the contrast of her soft features, her small nose, her soft, blushing cheeks, and her brown hair that flows down her back.
I cup her chin in my rugged hands, gently petting her as I reach for the collar that she trusted me with. “My love, my Freya, my beautiful soul. I have missed you so. To feel your heartbeat against my chest, your kisses along my beard. I have missed loving you.” Her eyes meet mine, as I slowly lift her chin, making space for the bond that keeps her together, her collar. A silver chain, with translucent blue gemstones, smoothed by years spent in flowing rivers. Her promise to belong to me, and my promise to take her, own her, and love her.
She sighs as I put it on her, relief filling her eyes. Once again she is where she belongs, in the comfort of our home, our safe place, where no one except us exists. This place where she can express her naughtiness without judgment. I lean in over her, hulking her tiny frame, to kiss her soft lips. Gently we explore each other, mouths probing, tasting each other. Her hands grasp my muscular back, pulling me towards her, pinning her towards the warm wooden wall.
My hands follow suit, claiming her as she quietly begs for my attention, for my love to give her warmth. I untie her belt, letting her robes fall down her shoulders, revealing her breasts, two lovely handfuls, slightly sagging, with big areolas and stiffening nipples. She moans into my mouth as I gently suck on her tongue and pinch her nipples. The robe falls further down, revealing her soft hips, her lovely ass, and her trimmed mound.
A quiet groan escapes her lips as I pull away from our kiss. I love her, oh so much, more than I can truly fathom. She looks at me, expectantly, with as much love in her eyes as in mine. I pull on her collar, leading her towards the bed, where I have prepared ropes to tie her up for tonight's adventure. Dutifully she lies down and lets me tie her limbs to the bed frame, opening up her intimate areas to my enjoyment.
I walk down to her dainty feet and kneel in front of her. Leaning in towards her, I grab her right foot, gently massaging her soles with my thumbs. She coos as I worship her feet, getting lost in the moment. I keep leaning in towards her feet and start to kiss them, sucking softly on each toe individually, tickling her with my tongue. I move to her other feat, giving it the same attention, much to the delight of Freya. My mouth starts to wander up her legs, up her long muscular legs, to the inside of her soft thighs. I sloppily lick and kiss all over her, savouring her salty sweat.
She starts to squirm, the anticipation of where I am heading is killing her, oh she so badly wants my mouth to traverse just a bit further, up towards her soaking pussy. I do let my mouth traverse north, up alongside her soaking mound, up above it, and then down on the other side of it. My kisses and tongue lashings keep travelling down south along her thigh, much to her aroused dismay.
“Uugh, stop this teasing mister, or you will be in trouble. I haven’t waited six months for you to... Aargh!” Her scream pierces through the cold air as I gently bite down on her thigh. “Dear lady of the house, my beloved little slave. Right now I am in charge, and I will tease you as much as I want. Besides, I have heard that you have been naughty. Touching yourself without permission.” I kiss the spot I just bit, being rewarded with her soft moans. “You might have waited for me for six months, but you have not waited even a day for the pleasure that I promised you if you would have waited of course.” I lift my head to gaze at her blushing face, she knows that she has been caught, and there is no way that she can deny my statement.
“Fuck, please Sigurd. I will be your good girl, I will do anything you ask of me, please just eat me, let me feel the pleasure as you devour me.” Her chest is aroused, fiery red, rising and then falling as she breathes heavily. “Well, I would love to devour you.” I move back up her thigh and let my face hover over her soaking cunt. I softly blow on it, seeing it throb in need of that physical touch that she is craving. “It is just that, I love making you beg. I love seeing you squirm as I toy with your aroused body. I love making you feel needy. I love you.” My mouth gently lands above her mound, and I start my wet and sloppy journey upwards. As I reach her two pretty handfuls, I kiss in the valley between them, careful to not more than tickle her stiffened nipples with my beard, as it caresses her.
“You look so beautiful my love,” I tell her as I kiss up her neck, to her face and land a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. “Please, I need it.” She pleadingly meets my gaze, knowing that I have a weak spot for her begging. However, I am not ready to give her that satisfaction just yet.
“You are so adorable when you beg, you know that right?” I plant a kiss on her forehead as I stand up, and undress, letting my body face the bites of the cold autumn air. Her gaze is on my cock, watching as it hardens for her. I smirk as I straddle her chest, letting my dick draw contours across her lips, probing to let it in.