Part 1 here

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

'Viking' language bits are actually Icelandic or Norwegian, if you want to use Google Translate to see what's being said. ;)

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Ulfvaldr pulled back, leaving Esla feeling bereft for a moment as he twisted her firmly around, giving her a rough push along the path to start walking again. Fear struck through her at his words. What does he mean, put on a show elsewhere? He kept her gaze for a moment as he stuck his finger into his mouth, cleaning it off with a wet pop as their eyes locked. Esla gave a moan under her breath at the sight. He made no move to cover her back up, and her pussy twitched at the way the villagers stared openly at her. One woman ran a slow tongue over her lips.

Finally, the punishing walk stopped, and Esla risked looking up. They had stopped outside the most impressive building in the town, an enormous longhouse made of wooden posts thicker than Esla’s whole body, covered in brightly-coloured woven banners. The smell of woodsmoke and food hovered in the air outside the giant doorway, and her stomach rumbled.

Ulfvaldr noticed, glancing over with what Esla could have sworn was concern. “Hungry? Come on.”

The longhouse inside was warm, but dark like twilight. It took a couple of blinks for her eyes to adjust to the difference in light, but the smell of meat stew and freshly brewed ale wrapped itself around her like a warm blanket. Ulfvaldr pressed his fingers into her back, prodding her forwards, pointing over to a nearby table. “Sit.”

The table was already occupied, four or five other men sat on benches either side, engrossed in conversation as they tore hunks out of loaves set in the centre of each table. Others were simply drinking their fill, roaring with laughter at whatever the joke was as they knocked back the ale. Esla turned slightly in a silent plea, but Ulfvaldr shook his head firmly. “Go and fucking sit down. I won’t warn you again.”

She almost dared argue about the fact he wanted her to sit down with other men while her clothing was ripped in half, but she thought better of it. Esla suspected if she said anything he would probably rip the whole dress off instead. Still with her hands tied in front, she gingerly made her way onto the edge of one of the benches, shuffling over enough to not fall off. The man closest to her looked up, his blond hair half-shaved off on one side of his head, the rest plaited behind him. He roved his eyes over her body for a moment, still chewing hungrily on the bread, before loudly asking, “Er hún fyrir okkur að deila?”

Esla shook her head rapidly, putting her hands palm up in front to indicate her confusion. “I don’t speak your language.”

She gave a sharp cry as her hair was rapidly gathered up, her head snapped back hard. “Did I say you could speak to them, little rabbit?” Ulfvaldr’s voice was a low growl. He gave another warning tug on Esla’s hair that made her groin ache, before nodding over to his companions. He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “Nei, hún er verðlaunin mín. En ég vil að hún haldi að ég muni deila henni út eins og hóra.”

The other men laughed at whatever it was he said, and Esla squirmed uncomfortably as her captor walked off towards the woman stirring the large bowl of stew. She didn’t mind if he wanted to do something with her in front of others, but she felt as though the question of being passed around had come up again, and she didn’t know what Ulfvaldr had really replied. He returned a moment later, placing a bowl of stew down in front of her and gesturing towards it. “Go on. Eat.”

Eyebrow raised slightly, Esla cleared her throat. “Um...please, may I have a spoon?”

“A spoon? How are you going to use one with bound hands?” The Viking gave a wicked chuckle, sliding on the bench next to her and tucking into his own meal – with a spoon. Esla eyed it wearily. “You may eat your stew now. Hurry up, little rabbit, or it will be taken away. Lick it up out of the bowl. You can’t use your hands.”

A bit of her wanted to sit and ignore the food, but her rumbling stomach wouldn’t allow her to. Another bit wanted to throw the whole lot over Ulfvaldr’s head. Actually, that sounded the most fun. And another part of her was just hungry. Esla sighed. I know he wants me to lean my head in like a dog. To eat like an animal. Her eyes narrowed. I won’t, though. I didn’t agree to that. The bowl was just small enough that even with her hands tied, and she realised if she was careful, she could grip the bowl and pick it up that way.

Holding it carefully, Esla raised the bowl and gently drank some of the broth from it. She swallowed so fast that she barely tasted her meal, only vaguely aware of vegetables and some meat, possibly beef. It was delicious, whatever it was. A cold prickle ran down her neck as she realised Ulfvaldr was glaring at her. Licking her lips, holding back from actually licking the bowl clean, Esla tried to regain her courage as she looked up towards him. “Thank you, it was good.”

“You know that wasn’t how I expected you to eat it.”

“Oh?”

The wolf skin shifted on his shoulders as he rolled them. “There will be a punishment for disobeying me.”

“But I didn’t!”

Ulfvaldr reached out around Esla’s waist, dragging her towards him. She didn’t make a sound this time, feeling the stares from the other men more. She was pulled onto his lap, her back to the other Vikings. They continued their conversation at a low murmur, but Esla could feel their eyes boring into her from behind. She flicked her gaze to Ulfvaldr, glancing away again as she saw the dark smirk curling his lips. It made her tingle and panic in equal measure.

He reached up and pinched one of her nipples, sending a spike of pleasure through her body that made her gasp hard. “If you’re going to show me up in front of others by not doing as you are told, I am going to show you up for the wanton, needy, greedy little whore you are. Do you understand?” His fingers squeezed past the point of pleasure, and pain burned around his tight hold. Esla could still feel wetness growing between her legs, regardless.

She knew it was useless to complain by this point. “Yes, I understand,” she murmured, hanging her head in defeat.

“Good.” Ulfvaldr’s hand turned to her other nipple, repeating the same treatment until she was whimpering from a confusing mixture of aching nipples and pussy. The pain started to melt into throbbing, desperate pleasure and she let out a moan. One of the men behind gave a chuckle, saying something in his native tongue. Ulfvaldr grinned, replying in a cheerful voice laced with desire. He didn’t bother to translate for her. Esla rocked her hips against him, groaning and giving him a pleading look as she felt his hard length growing underneath her. Ulfvaldr raised an eyebrow, trying to appear nonchalant, but it was obvious he was surprised at her reaction. The truth was, as much as she was flustered at the idea of the men staring at what they were doing, she also wanted to please Ulfvaldr, and that was far more urgent a need right now.

“Enjoying it, are you? Little slut,” he hissed into her ear, giving her earlobe a nip with his teeth. Esla sank against him and closed her eyes, moaning at the rough touch. She snapped them open as she felt Ulfvaldr’s fingers sliding down her front under her skirt, pushing aside her slick folds with ease. Esla flushed as she realised how wet a few simple touches had made her. The men behind her had gone silent, and she knew without looking they were focused on every move. The noise of other people entering the hall at the far end floated through, but they were far enough away to not see what was happening. Ulfvaldr pushed two of his fingers in, hard, eliciting a loud moan from Esla’s lips. “Remember,” he growled against her ear, “you chose this. I asked you if you wanted to be my slave. Then I told you to behave and do what I said. Then you complained about your clothes. And then you did not eat as I expected you to. You chose punishment, little rabbit.”

Esla could only nod in agreement as his fingers worked inside her, her breathing coming hard and fast as his finger-pads found all the places she never knew existed on the walls of her pussy. His thumb pressed against her clit, and she groaned loudly, writhing against him. Someone behind her gave a pained grunt. Ulfvaldr snarled against her throat as he kissed the skin there, a sound that was a mixture of possession and need. A statement and a warning to those watching.

Her body squeezed against his movements, her hips matching his thrusts eagerly. The heated throb grew, pooling in her core and -

Ulfvaldr pulled away.

Esla couldn’t help the disappointed cry that came from her, and she stared at Ulfvaldr’s face with wide eyes. He wasn’t grinning anymore, but his gaze was filled with something savage and desirous at the same time. “Please,” she spluttered, her insides throbbing desperately as the ruined orgasm fluttered away into nothing but an empty ache. “Please, Ulfvaldr!” She knew it sounded pathetic even as she spoke.

The Viking cocked an eyebrow. “No. You think you get something you like after all of that? Take your punishment and next time, do as I say.”

Esla cast her gaze downward, shifting her wrists. The rope, however well tied, was beginning to chafe. But there was a deeper feeling than the rope which burrowed into her chest. It was the look of disappointment that had flitted across Ulfvaldr’s face when she hadn’t done as he had asked, or when she had complained about her clothes. Some part of her wanted to...do as he told her to. He did rip my underdress, though. But also...he hasn’t allowed anyone else to hurt me in any way. He has refused them twice, in fact. Esla let out a long, shaky breath. Tendrils of smoke from the large fire at one side of hall slid through the air near her, and the hum of conversation had returned to normal. She knew what she had to do.

As Ulfvaldr – somewhat reluctantly, she thought – pushed Esla off his knee, she slipped down off the bench and knelt next to him instead. Her knees pressed into the hard floor, she placed her bound hands on his leg to get his attention. The Viking looked down at her with a double take, blinking as though he wasn’t sure of what he was seeing. “What can I do to say I’m sorry for my behaviour?”

There was a beat as he took a moment to think, then Ulfvaldr’s mouth curved into a wide grin. “Good question, litla kanína.” Her heart flipped at the sound of his language spoken in his exotic voice. He turned back to the table for a moment, using his wooden spoon to swallow a mouthful of stew, licking a drop of broth off the edge of his lip. “I want to finish my food. But you could find a way to show me some...appreciation, yes? For getting your food, for keeping you safe? You can show me,” he gestured around the hall with a wicked flash of his eyes, “in front of all my fellow villagers.”

Esla pressed her legs together at his words, her pussy fluttering hopefully at the pleasure that shot through her at his words, even though she knew nothing more would happen down there at that moment. Her eyes nervously passed over the figures around them, but she forced herself to nod. Her mouth went dry, and she swallowed instinctively. “O-Of course.”

He didn’t move to stop her as she reached over for the lace that fastened his trousers, her fingers shaking so much she could hardly undo each part. Shutting out the whispers of the other Vikings at the table, or the shocked gasp from an older woman over the far side of the hall, her nostrils filled with the scent of sweat, smoke and meat all mixed together, Esla tugged at the gap in Ulfvaldr’s trousers. His cock sprang free, challenging Elsa as it stood upright inches from her face.

She licked her lips, shuffling herself forwards so she could fit underneath the table comfortably in front of Ulfvaldr. He completely ignored her, staring off into space and taking a loud mouthful of stew from his spoon. Leaning over, she dragged the flat of her tongue from his balls all the way up to the head of his cock. There was a split second where he sucked in a sharp gasp, and Esla couldn’t help smiling at the second of power that thrilled through her at being able to make Ulfvaldr lose his control for a moment. She swirled her tongue around his skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat, pausing to run it along every throbbing vein that stood out to her.

Finally, she sank her mouth over the top, sucking hard for a moment until it forced Ulfvaldr to give a pained grunt. “Calm down, litla kanína.”

Only half doing as he asked, Elsa continued her exploration, but she made her suction softer. Her tongue moved along his skin, sliding over it as she took more of his cock into her mouth. She closed her eyes, the only thing she could concentrate on or desire was him, the strange, desperate need to submit to the Viking and do whatever he wanted. The fact others could see made her cheeks flush, but it also made her pussy spasm at the thought of what Ulfvaldr had done to her in front of them. Her body trembled with need as her mouth grew faster, sliding up and down with abandon as Ulfvaldr gave a low growl. The stew had been forgotten about. “Gerðu það hraðar...do it faster. More, little rabbit.” The other Vikings at the table were chuckling and saying things that sounded vaguely jealous of Ulfvaldr’s position.

Esla tried to breathe around his thick cock as his movements sped up. Ulfvaldr growled as her tongue flicked out along his skin. Her own throaty moans hummed around the hard shaft in her mouth, and she didn’t flinch as his large hands came either side of her head. Ulfvaldr fisted both sides of Elsa’s hair, holding her into place as she kept her mouth open. His hips snapped up towards her as he grew close, the grip in her hair tightening. The Viking’s movements were frantic, and Esla knew it wouldn’t take much longer. Unable to move beyond the vice-like grip on her head, she tried to keep pace as Ulfvaldr gave a low roar of approval, fucking her mouth with urgency. A warm, salty spray coated the back of Esla’s throat, and she tried to gasp against the sensation as her insides squeezed painfully against nothing.

The noise in the room seemed to return to normal, but Esla couldn’t bring herself to look up and meet anyone’s eyes. She could hear people moving around, the great hall filling up with Ulfvaldr’s crewmates and their families, loudly telling stories of their exploits. The smell of ale began to overtake her senses, the warm air from the fire invaded by the cold every time the great doors were opened. The Viking paused to brush the hair from her face, leaning down to catch her eye as he grabbed her chin, pulling her head up to meet his steady gaze. “Well done, little rabbit,” he grinned. “You have indeed won my forgiveness.”

Esla nodded eagerly, swiping her tongue at the liquid running down the corner of her mouth. His praise of her pushed through any resistance she felt at being ‘made’ to suck his cock in front of others, her heart beating hard in her chest. She smiled shyly at Ulfvaldr. Yes, something about this made her feel complete.

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Part 5 will be coming soon! (Make your own jokes lol)