Patrick Becomes a Norseman Part II, a short story by harrylime. Date added: 2012-07-04. Times viewed: 4219.
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- Intro: The young girl crawled over and slid her delicate hand deep into the rotund farmer's posterior with a happy giggle.
PATRICK BECOMES A NORSEMAN PART II
Rodin the axe keeper formerly known as Patrick or “boy” could hear the vociferous shouts of his 6 month old tiny Norseman even up on the high ground above his humble hut. Thank the Gods that the milk was still flowing from the breasts of Gwen, his part Romany and part British life-mate.
Patrick was amused that his deep thrusting into Gwen’s still tight pussy managed to force little spurts of creamy liquid to shoot out from her well-nibbled nipples no matter how hard she tried to restrain the distracting emissions.
He was busily sharpening the edges on his two gleaming Viking axes. The handle on his left hand axe was slightly loose and it worried him enough to make him reinforce the haft tighter around the hardened metal head. He used the left hand axe more for defense than offense and seldom threw it like the other lighter axe that had saved his life more than once.
His natural skill in sharpening the metal weapons made him a valuable member of the band of Norse warriors. Before the long voyage, he was the most popular person in the village. Everyone wanted their axes and blades sharpened by Rodin, the axe keeper.
The young redheaded slave girl of Garth the boat maker approached him silently and lowered her head to the ground in front of his feet. She was a plump prize taken only weeks before in a raid on the British Northern coastline. Garth was a huge bearded lump of a man who was often in his cups, bragged incessantly about her “young girl” tightness and her ability to open her rear channel with much skill.
Patrick had to admit he was more than curious about her reputed techniques in employing her brown eye to satisfy Garth and several other males approved by Garth to sample her wares.
He glanced quickly down on his suddenly quiet hut. Gwen had probably put the baby down for a post feeding nap.
Patrick reached down and took hold of the pretty girl’s red hair. He pulled back and caused her pretty face to look up at him from the ground. Her mouth was only inches away from his pulsating groin. He jerked his cock covering to the side and let his hard shaft rub against the girl’s wet lips. She groaned in complete submission and opened her mouth to allow him entry.
Her mouth was producing copious amounts of saliva and he added his sticky pre-cum to the mixture dribbling slowly down her chin. A couple of times, the girl tried to say something but the rapidity of his deep strokes into her mouth and throat made her totally incomprehensible. He pushed his cock against the insides of the girl’s cheeks and reddened them with some light slaps just to remind her that he was in control and she was merely performing for his pleasure.
Her look of utter submission was sufficient to make him shoot his load into the girl’s pretty mouth without further delay.
Patrick decided to test the tightness of the girl’s rear lodgings but could hear in the distance the stern voice of his life-mate Gwen waft up from the hut below. He disengaged from the sensuous redhead and grabbed up his pair of axes for the quick trip back home. He could see his juices still oozing out of the girl’s lips and moved away quickly from the girl with only a quick pat of her bottom. She looked at him with a longing glance that promised future delights.
The tall long-haired former captive slave and now full-fledged Norseman scurried down the rocky hillside with an agility born of the instinct for survival. He had become somewhat disillusioned with his life-mate ever since the babe had been birthed. His once sensuous loving partner in bed had suddenly become obsessed with the little one. He had decided it was time to get back on the raiding parties after she left him alone in bed only a few nights ago to tend to the little one’s cries. His long, hard cock was still pulsing with the need to explode inside her warm, tight pussy when she returned but her hard stare was enough to make the most virile of studs wilt in terror.
He slipped through the front door as quietly as possible not wanting to disturb the baby and incur Gwen’s scathing tongue. Patrick stashed the axes behind the storage cabinet out of the way of any accidents and turned to see what Gwen had wanted him for in such a hurry.
In a flash, his life-mate aimed a kick at his private parts that just barely missed his manly equipment.
“What do you take me for? Do you think because I am part Romany, yes, a dirty filthy Gypsy I have no brain to see what is around me? I saw that little redheaded slut sneak after you up on the hill. I bet your silly stick is still dripping from the taste of her sweet mouth.”
The fact that Gwen was 100% correct did not dissuade Patrick from making a pitiable farce of pretending complete innocence and outrage at her accusation. The scathing silence caused him to waver and slink to the yard for some well-needed reflection.
It was the plea from Sven the navigator that sealed his decision to join the raid on the Northern coastline.
Gwen never even looked up from her work when he informed her he would be leaving in the early morning to catch the tide. Patrick suspected she was almost as relieved as he to be separated for the duration of the raid.
He slung his axes and bound his sturdy leather boots for the demanding journey. Their raiding ship was well known because of the huge wooden Eagle on the prow that seemed to search for booty in every direction. They were only out four days when Jan sighted a small boat off the starboard side. The survivors in the boat were all female. One old grandmother and 2 young girls only recently robbed of their virginity by smugglers of French origin. Even the grandmother had been subjected to repeated poundings of her still tightly clutched nether regions. The two girls bearing witness to the humiliation of their ancestor made no attempt to withhold entrance to their untested female slits.
They were all cast adrift to expire in the empty brutal open sea. It was not expected that a Viking ship would be involved in their misfortune. Patrick and the entire crew of 17 souls cleaned and attended to the survivor’s needs. After 3 days, they were much recovered, well-fed and hydrated with clean water and some of the plentiful wine kept under lock and key. For lack of other entertainment, the men sported all of them in various sexual activities with an eye for giving them pleasure and copious amounts of Viking cum around the clock.
None of the females objected to being receptacles for the entire crew’s male juices and the grandmother was most vociferous in shouting her appreciation in the middle of the night causing many a smile in the dark night air.
Before they reached the Coast of Britain, the 2 young girls had become quite proficient in the use of their tongues to suck the horny Norsemen dry. Patrick liked the way the youngest girl got way under his hanging sacs and licked him with her wet and talented tongue. Sometimes, she even wandered back to his cringing wrinkle hole and explored the edges with a persistent pressure that make his cock as hard as a rock.
When she did this little trick, he would quickly bend her over the nearest barrel and sent his cock deep up into her brown hole spreading her tight little opening. The girl’s name was Roxanne and she appeared to be well under the spell of anal delights. The release of his spunk up the pretty girl’s bottom was the signal for other crew members to line up for sloppy seconds and thirds while her sphincter was still wet and wide open for sport.
Patrick gathered up a half-dozen of the Norsemen for a scouting expedition up a promising cove with some signs of habitation and curling smoke rising in the air from unseen cottages. He made certain they were girded up to prevent unnecessary sounds from alerting the village folk. They hid in the shadow of the cliff for a full day but no fishing boats were visible.
The Norsemen spread out in a wide V formation on the downwind side of the cove and moved with great stealth into the marshes and the open green fields. Patrick motioned for all of them to fall flat on the ground when he heard the sounds of laughter from the tall grass directly in front of them.
Patrick crawled forward and heard the distinct sounds of a rutting male and the simpering voice of an impassioned female in the heat of her orgasm. He raised his head a bit and saw right in front of him at a distance of only a quarter of a boat length, the bobbing hindquarters of a nude female impaled on a tool of impressive magnitude. He was not conversant with the dialect, but it sounded like the wench was imploring the randy farmer to bury his implement yet deeper in her fundament.
Off to one side was a very young girl of perhaps 16 watching the couple intently with much curiosity. It seemed to Patrick that she was interested in the technique employed by the older woman in accommodating the spirited impalement.
“Maddie, get over her and rub Mr. Smith’s nether regions the way I showed you.”
The young girl crawled over and slid her delicate hand deep into the rotund farmer’s posterior with a happy giggle at joining in the activities.
“Ahh, lass, ye got me spot, that’s a fact!”
Patrick craned his neck to look down the hillside and saw about two dozen structures clustered about a stone well in the center of the small area of habitation. Several small children were playing randomly surrounded by noisy chickens and ducks wandering aimlessly looking for tidbits in the dirt.
Only one old man with a missing leg sat dozing in the shade of one of the cottages.
It looked perfect for a quick raid. The males were most likely called to another village to participate in a joint project or they were reaping the Winter wheat in a distant field. Only the children and the females were left back in the defenseless village.
Patrick scooted back to his cohorts and relayed the information. They would fall on the unsuspecting villagers and liberate anything of value as well as rounding up the younger women for the use of the clan. He would attend to the rutting farmer and bring the two females directly back to the ship. He warned the men to make it quick because the males could return at any time and would most likely outnumber the Norsemen.
The band bypassed the 2 females and the male in the tall grass and swiftly sped down the hill into the small village. The only sign they were there was the fact the small children suddenly stopped screaming at each other in senseless chatter. Patrick whacked the farmer on his bare ass with his short axe and told him to run away from the village in any direction as quickly as possible. The sight of the fat farmer’s buttocks jiggling like a bowl of butter brought a smile to his face. The 2 females cowered at his feet afraid to even look up at him. He was, after all, the dreaded Norseman come to rape and pillage.
Unfortunately, there was no time for raping and pillaging right at the moment because the band was a bit too far from the safety of the sea. He wrapped his binding cords over the women’s wrists and told them to move in the direction of the boat as quickly as their legs could carry them. The younger girl was most agile of the two and needed no encouragement at all. In fact, she seemed a bit thrilled by the prospect of being a Viking slave girl. Patrick was certain she would be a willing participant in any ravishing activities with little if any reluctance. He had to poke the older woman in her generously proportioned flanks more than once and used the opportunity to explore her anal geography. It looked as though the farmer’s creamy cum was seeping down the inside of her legs. He must have given her a copious load just before the capture.
When they arrived at the boat, he saw the remainder of the crew was looking askance at the curls of smoke rising from the direction of the village. The silly scout team must have decided to put the village to the torch just to torment the villagers or put fear in their hearts to stop them from following them in their escape. Patrick hoped the team was well on its way to return to the boat because danger lurked from the alerting of nearby villages and the hordes of coastal folk clamoring for their skins.
He was just about to go back to round them up when he saw them moving down the trail toward the Viking ship resting quietly under the rock faced cliff. All six of his men pushed a half-dozen young females in front of them right to the side of the small boat. The six females joined the 5 females already on board and they were told to lay flat on the deck in case any arrows were sent their way.
Patrick noticed that one of the new females had an impressive posterior that seemed to stick up high even when she was trying to keep her form low to the deck. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to be riding the twin white peaks of prime female flesh under full control of his driving rampant cock.
They got the sail unfurled and oars out just moments before a roar of justified rage filled the tiny cove. Their little boat was safely out of arrow range long before the first coastal folk filtered down the stony cliffs. The men were smart enough to appropriate a large amount of meats and bread from the village and they all had a hearty meal before the evening sun disappeared over the horizon.
Patrick was bone tired and he fell asleep listening to the experienced females explaining their roles to the newly captured females. He noticed that none of them seemed particularly upset at the prospect.
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