Obeying Her Vikings – Lily Harlem

The path through the woods provided Iona a welcome break from the warm day. Midsummer in the land of Norway offered the complete opposite to the depths of winter and it was her favorite time of year. Birds sang and flitted from branch to branch, a squirrel darted across the path, and a rabbit stopped eating a glossy green leaf to stare at her as she passed. Humming, she stooped and collected hedgehog mushrooms, dropping them into her wicker basket. It was a wide crop and she harvested double the amount she normally would—she’d share them with her dear friend Signi, who she was on her way to visit. Signi had been Iona’s rock after her parents had died and then again when Wade had left, his promise to return unfulfilled. Each time her heart had been cracked open, each time Signi had been there to help patch it up. But as with everything in life… things had changed. Signi was now married and no longer in the nearby village. When Iona wanted to see her it was a trek up the hill. Which didn’t matter on a beautiful day like today, so Iona carried on along the dirt track, pausing to harvest a small batch of loganberries and tug up a few greensticks, which would come in useful. She wanted to tell Signi about Tal, her new love. She hadn’t thought her heart would be open to such feelings again, but since she’d met him, she’d discovered she hadn’t been as broken as she’d thought. Coming closer now, Iona paused. Loud, fractious voices carried toward her on the breeze.

Stepping off the track, Iona peered around a lichen-covered tree trunk. What is going on? It only took a few moments for her to realize Signi was in trouble. But it wasn’t anything Iona could help with. Oh, no. Judging by the cross words, Signi had upset her new husband by straying too far with the goats, she’d wandered into the woods yonder where the wolves lurked, and now she was going to pay the price. “Signi, you dared to disobey me,” Arne roared. “I’m sorry, I…” Signi clasped her hands beneath her chin. Her eyes were wide, her shoulders drawn up. “Sorry will not appease me. What would I have done if you’d been attacked, maimed, or, gods forbid it, killed?” His brow creased and his fists clenched, as though just the idea of something happening to his bride pained him.

“But I didn’t go far, Arne, just to the—” “Enough! It is time for you to learn what happens when you go against my wishes.” He strode toward her. Iona held her breath. Arne was huge compared to Signi. At least a head taller, roped with muscles and a black beard dotted with beads and charms, he was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone knew that. “Please, I beg you…” Signi stepped away, but it was no good, despite his size Arne was quick and nimble on his feet. He clasped her wrist in a steely grip then half carried, half dragged her to a tree stump beside the dwindling fire. Signi’s yelp rang around the woodland as she was tipped over his knee—ass high, head low, and hands scrabbling for purchase. Iona gasped and shrank a little further into the shadow of the tree trunk.

She had to ensure the sun didn’t glint off her red hair and give her away. She should go home. She knew that watching when no one but the gods knew she was there was wrong. But Iona was compelled to stay. What was about to happen? What did Arne have in mind as punishment for her best friend? “If you’d been obedient throughout our marriage you would never have had to face a spanking,” Arne said, dragging at the heavy material of Signi’s skirt to expose her pale, slender legs. “Husband, please…” “But it turns out less than a week into our wedded life you have displeased me.” Signi twisted and turned, writhing to be free. But her husband held her in a viselike grip, clasping her to his big body. Iona gripped the flaking bark and pressed her legs together. What she was witnessing had increased her heart rate.

It also had her mouth drying and a tingle traveling over her belly and between her legs. “Never again will you wander to the Horderland. It is not safe.” Arne shoved at her skirts, revealing Signi’s naked behind. Her round, white ass cheeks were the highest point of her body, vulnerable and naked. “And this will be your reminder not to.” Arne brought his huge palm down onto her buttocks, covering both of them. The slap rang out like a sharp clap of thunder and Signi jerked, lurching upward, back bowing and letting out a wail. “Scream all you want, wife, this is happening.” Arne slapped her again, even harder it seemed.

“And no one will save you from your fate.” Signi yelped and slammed her fists onto his leg. “Stop. No.” Arne didn’t appear to notice, and set up a fast, hard pace, spanking his wife’s bare bottom thoroughly. Iona stared through the leaves and branches at the scene. Signi’s flesh was rapidly turning as bright as a berry. She shook and fought but Arne was determined in his task. Slap! Slap! Slap! Iona held in a small gasp; her pussy was quivering, her clit trembling. There was something very sexual about the scene.

It made her long for Tal to be with her, to satisfy her. Arne paused and smoothed his hand over his wife’s sore buttocks. “There is more, and if you keep struggling, it will go on longer than I had planned.” “Arne, please. I promise I won’t go to Horderland again.” “I know you won’t.” He resumed the spanking, spreading slaps down to his wife’s upper thighs, which made Signi wail all the louder. Iona slipped her hand between the folds of her own skirt and pressed her fingers over her clit. Desire was wending its way through her. Arne was so dominant and determined.

It was clear he loved his wife very much if the thought of losing her had angered him so. And then the spanking ceased. A bird twittered nearby. A log shifted on the fire, falling and sending a crackle of sparks upward. “You will be pained when you sit down for the rest of today,” Arne said gruffly. “And it will remind you that I do not wish to live without you.” He lifted her up, so she was seated over his lap, legs either side of his. “I love you, bride of mine.” He cupped her face and kissed her. Signi clung to him as she straddled his lap.

Their kiss intensified, growing in pace, in passion. And then he was dragging at her skirts again and fumbling with the buttons on his clothing. “Oh, Freya, Odin, and Thor, I should go,” Iona whispered to herself. It was clear what was about to happen. She’d never thought of herself as a watcher before, but right now, she’d never been more fascinated. “Oh, aye, husband of mine…” Signi seated herself on Arne. He dragged her onto him, forcing his cock deep and locking her in a thick-armed embrace. Iona rubbed her clit harder, barely breathing, barely blinking as her friend and her husband fucked not more than a stone’s throw from her. Thoughts of the foraged mushrooms she was taking to Signi had long since slipped her mind. Now sex had taken over her thoughts—sex and that harsh, strangely erotic spanking.

Iona didn’t have a husband to discipline her, though her mother had said, years ago, she’d had to brave a few humiliating spankings when she wed. “Arne, don’t… stop, my love.” Signi threw her head back, her long raven-black hair swinging wildly. It was clear all she was thinking of now was pleasure despite her scarlet ass. “You are mine,” Arne growled. “Never forget that.” “I won’t… I won’t.” The pace intensified. Each gripping the other and breathing fast and ragged. Iona rubbed herself, feeling the pressure build, the need to find a release of her own growing.

And then her closest friend and her husband were shouting through their climaxes, sending praises to the gods and gasping each other’s names. I have to go. Now. Those words slammed into her mind. In another few seconds making a getaway from her spying position would be near impossible. When it was over and silence descended through the glen, Iona’s foot on a twig or a shard of light on her hair would give her away. And that was the last thing she wanted. Reluctantly, she stopped touching herself and took a step backward. She stumbled on a stone, but quickly righted herself. Grabbing at her skirts and scooping up her basket of mushrooms, she made haste through the puzzle of tree trunks until she reached the narrow pathway back down to the river.

Arne and Signi’s pleasure still sang in her ears, as did the image of Arne spanking his wife soundly. She glanced over her shoulder, knowing Signi would wonder why she hadn’t visited today when she’d promised she would. How would she explain it? Hello, friend, sorry I missed you but you were upended over your husband’s lap, your ass taking a sound spanking. Holding back a giggle, Iona upped her pace down the hill. Suddenly, she collided with a colossal chest. It was like running into the side of the Great Barn. Air whooshed from her lungs and she gasped. She reached out to stop herself from falling and, at the same time, was gripped around the waist by big hands. “Iona!” “Tal!” She looked up at him. Tal was blond, with eyes that matched the deepest fjord.

His pale beard was short and he always wore an elaborate bronze brooch shaped like the serpent Jormungand. Today the brooch held together the low neckline of a light brown tunic that stretched over his broad shoulders and showed a scribble of chest hair. “Where are you going at such pace, woman?” He frowned down at her, a line crossing his usually smooth brow. “I… I was.” She glanced at the basket of mushrooms. “I was foraging.” “Ah, nice work.” He took the wicker handle and set the mushrooms, berries, and greensticks aside. “Perhaps we will share a meal later.” She grinned up at him.

Tal often came to visit for food, and it always ended up with them getting naked and sweaty. But right now she didn’t want to wait. Only moments ago she’d been wishing he was with her, his big cock driving her to ecstasy. So she moved in close and pressed her body to the length of his. “I’m hungry now.” His eyes widened a fraction and he clasped her ass, dragging her up on to her toes and nearer still. “You are?” “Yes, but not for food.” He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip then grinned. “You’re hungry for my manhood?” Already he was getting hard, his cock pressing against her belly. “Aye.

” She stretched up and kissed him, letting him know that her desire for him was real, alive, and a craving that had to be satisfied… now. Tal didn’t need any more asking. He hoisted her into the air and strode to the nearest tree. As her back collided with the trunk, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “I’m going to give you what you need,” he said, breathless now as he shoved at her skirts. “Give me it. Hurry.” Impatience clawed at her. She was so needy. Watching Signi and Arne had done that to her.

Created a lust that was as big as any mountain. Tal gritted his teeth, released his cock, and angled the impressive length at her entrance. She caught his face, kissed him again, his beard abrading her skin. As her tongue jabbed into his mouth, he speared his cock into her pussy. She cried out and the sound was muffled by the kiss. A stitch of pain accompanied his fast entry. He was a well-hung Norseman and his cock stretched her delicate internal muscles. “Ah, so good…” He shoved in higher, dragging her up the bark. She clung to him, locked her ankles and angled her hips so his body ground against her clit. “You’re so wet, All Father give me strength,” he moaned.

“Wet for you,” she managed as he withdrew then blasted in again. “You have been thinking of me, as you… walked…?” “Aye. Aye. Oh…” She’d keep what she’d witnessed to herself. He gripped her right thigh and curled his other hand around the back of her neck, holding her to him. “You are my moon and stars, Iona. You know that.” “And you are mine.” She stared into his beautiful eyes. Her climax was growing.

Like an ocean wave getting ready to curl, spill over, it was there. “Oh… don’t stop… Tal…” He grunted with each thrust, his body seemingly overtaken by primitive instincts. Iona held her breath, savored the sublime moment before her release, and then let it pour from her. Her pussy clamped around his cock. She wailed out her joy, the sound rising up to the gods, to Valhalla itself. “Aye. Aye. Oh… Tal.” He thrust harder, faster, and then he too was coming. She kept her eye contact with him, seeing into his soul, where his true self lay.

She saw truth and valor. Tal was a brave Viking warrior—and he was hers. “Ah… thanks be to Thor,” he groaned, his lips parted. A sheen of sweat glistened on his brow and top lip. Iona stabbed her fingers into his thick hair, holding him tight. Her heart was thumping wildly. She loved this man. He’d become so special to her over the last handful of seasons. “Tal…” “Iona…” He blew out a breath. “It’s never felt as good with anyone else as it does with you.

” She kissed him. They were so in tune. She was so perfectly able to be herself with Tal. He filled her heart, her thoughts and, she hoped, her future.

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