Divine Charity(Divine Creek Ranch 18)(120)

“What’s this?” the leader snarled as he looked down at the G-string that skimmed her hips and the patch of red satin that barely covered her mound. “Disobedient wench.”

She snarled back at him and said, “I care not what you think, barbarian. My lord would never have called me a good wench, or obedient for that matter.”

“Why? Are you lazy?” he asked, giving her a little shake. “Slovenly?”

“No. I would not let my lord touch me as he wanted to.”

“You fought him?” he asked incredulously as he stared at her.

“Yes. I am no man’s whore.”

He gathered her wrists into one hand and tore the G-string down her thighs and calves with the other, nearly tripping her up as he yanked it from under her feet. “Whore you may not be, girl, but touched you will most assuredly be this night.”

Twin growls from behind her assured her that they agreed with their leader. A hot tremor ran down her spine as one of them slid rough fingertips along her back. His touch made her tremble as his fingertips moved slowly, inexorably downward to her ass, leaving a trail of heat in their wake until his big hand slid around and cupped one cheek.

“Are you going to be still now? Are you going to be a good girl?” the leader asked, staring deep into her eyes, looking for traces of deception as she nodded her head. Evidently satisfied, he released her arms and lifted his hand to her jaw, turning her face to the light. “Beautiful.”

“Passable,” the other brute, the one with the wild knots in his hair and fur on his feet muttered as he took the hide the other Viking offered him after untying it from his shoulder.

She scoffed and jerked away to shove the insulting brute headlong at a nearby tree and took off at a sprint, laughing at having tricked them. “I’m not a good girl. I tried to tell you!”

She panted and tried to keep up her pace but she could hear them, their boots thumping on the trail behind her. Suddenly a spooked deer, a buck, jumped out right in front of her. She screamed and fell backward, knocking right into one of the Vikings and sending them sprawling to the ground.

Though she fought valiantly, the leader of the Vikings used her G-string to bind her wrists together in front of her before carrying her kicking and screaming back to the small clearing where they’d originally caught her. He grasped her by a great handful of her hair and said, “Damned woman! You run like a doe, only to be tripped up by a buck. I think this does not portend well for your virtue this night.”

She fought free and jumped to her feet but he merely took her back down to the ground. As she struggled, she became aware she was laid out on the hide the other Viking had carried on his shoulder. It was soft beneath her. They had a care to not abrade the skin off of her back. That was something at least. The lead Viking hovered over her, triumph gleaming in his eyes. She couldn’t have him thinking he’d bested her that easily.



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A river of fire seared its way through Justin’s veins as his wench shoved at his chest and tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from him. He’d seen the fiery gleam in her eye through the window and he’d challenged her and allowed her to escape multiple times, knowing each close call would only make the victory sweeter when he finally fucked her.

“For all your haughty demeanor, I think you are no unwilling wench. Your lord was a weakling, offering little in the way of challenge before my blade sent him to hell.” Fighting fiercely as a wild cat, her pride dictated that she not give in easily and he gladly gave what she needed in order to allow herself to be claimed. And claimed her he most certainly did, and not just for a night.

“No!”

“Oh, yes.”

His brothers, in arms as well as in life, each grabbed an ankle so she could no longer get any traction or accidentally knee him in the nuts. Sinking his fingers into her lustrous golden locks, he braced himself on an elbow as he yanked the fastenings free on his breeches, releasing his thick cock. His heavy balls ached fiercely with the need for release. Her fruitless attempts to get free made her pant with effort, high-pitched sounds that only increased his feral need. With his cock free and seeking her cunt with a flex of his hips, he grasped her by the jaw so he could look into her eyes. They met his and he smiled at the blue fire she branded him with. Her cheeks were rosy from her fight and her red lips trembled as his cock found her entrance.

“Face it, wench. You’re mine. Ours.”

At the reminder, she cast her gaze briefly to his men and then back to him. Instead of giving in, she renewed her struggles, but his brothers held her legs open wide so all her squirming did was further entice him as she unwittingly rubbed her hot, wet cunt against his shaft, coating him with her honey. A soft, telling moan escaped her as she rubbed her nipples against his chest. That was all the evidence he needed that she was ready for him. Truly willing.