Valhalla Hott (6 page)

the side. Valerie stilled his hands.

“Shouldn‟t we start a fire? I mean there could be wild animals

out there,” she said, casting her gaze around worriedly.

“The night is warm and I have seen no sign of any creatures.

Do not fear, I have my sword.”

“Yes you certainly do,” she mumbled.

Reaching down, Valerie took his hard length into her hand

and stroked up and down. She smiled inwardly thinking he had

removed his clothing in record time. He was tugging at her t-shirt.

She had forgone a bra. His large hands found her full breasts, and

he kneaded them and worked the nipples. The pad of his thumb

rubbed across her bud, and she hardened. His head bent, and he

suckled one then blew on it. Her pants, shoes and socks soon

followed until she lay nude in his embrace.

“Taste me again,” he commanded.

She did as he asked. Her hair trailed a lazy path down his bare

flesh to tickle him in intimate places. She licked the tip of his head

when she reached it. Kneeling beside him, she sucked him into her

mouth to lave until she felt the gentle rise and fall of his hips. Her

tongue glided up the full length of him, from his sac to the head of

his penis. Droplets of cum spilled; his taste was sweet. She had

hated doing this with Mark. But Hott was so hard and long and

thick, and she had never been with an uncircumcised male before.

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She gripped his shaft with her hand and rubbed up and down.

He tensed. His powerful hand roamed over her bare backside

sending a shiver down her spine. Hott groaned and pushed her

over. She rolled onto her belly and he pulled her onto her hands

and knees. Then he pressed intimately against her behind.

“Hott?” she said with growing uncertainty.

“I will be your first,” he said throatily, and she wondered just

what that meant.

“Wait,” she cried out.

“I will have you,” he demanded.

“Take this.” She had been wondering if he would want to do

this, and because she was curious she‟d come prepared. She handed

him a plastic vial of lubricant, and spread it on him.

“At home I have used grease, but this smell is much more

pleasant. And such an odd-looking container,” he said, turning it

over in his hands.

He turned her again, and she dropped her head wondering

what to expect. He fingered her first. She shivered beneath him.

His slick fingers slid in and out of her ass. It was a bit

uncomfortable, but she decided it wasn‟t painful, and he was being

very gentle and coaxing. When he positioned himself, she tensed

when she felt the tip of his head enter her, and she groaned.

“Relax, little Valkyrie. You will grow accustomed to this.”

She again wondered what he meant. Did he plan on doing this

often? His body began straining towards her, and her moan turned

to a guttural groan. He pushed into her and pulled out a bit before

pushing more inside her. Inch by inch he delved deeper, and she

felt herself stretch to accommodate him. He was so big and there

was so damn much she couldn‟t stand it. Another inch slid inside.

“Oh, wait. Let me get used to what‟s in there,” she said.

“It is your first time. There is bound to be a little pain.”

“A little! You‟re killing me with your huge watermelon dick.”

“Nonsense. And stop naming my cock.”

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He plunged deeper, and Valerie gasped. Her hands dug into

the grass beneath her, her fingers clawed the dirt. Hott remained

still behind her when his entire cock rested up inside her. She was

panting heavily, trying to recapture her breath.

His hand caressed the swell of her rump while his arm was

locked around her waist holding her in place. He began to pull out,

and she moaned loudly. Right before he was to exit he plunged,

only swiftly this time with his entire length. Valerie cried out, and

on impulse tried to pull away, but he was too strong. It was such a

strange feeling of both pleasure and pain. Hott removed himself

completely this time, but entered her again slowly. She moaned

deep within her throat. Her elbows buckled, and she pitched

forward in submission. She could feel the cool grass beneath her

cheek.

Slowly he rocked against her. She got used to the feeling and

tentatively met his easy thrusts. It was such a vulnerable position,

and it felt odd for her because she was normally always in control.

For her to give complete control to another was foreign, and

somewhat exciting. Just the thought made her wet between her

legs.

“Do you give yourself to me?” he demanded.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Hott took her faster. He rubbed more lubricant onto himself,

and pumped within her at a steady pace. She could feel each hit of

his pelvis against her hips. She panted and gasped and whimpered.

Just when she thought she could take no more, his fingers found

her clit and then they entered her. His cock and fingers worked

together, and Valerie came harder than she ever had in her life. She

slumped before him, but he wasn‟t finished.

He removed himself, flipped her over, and she watched as he

wiped himself on the blanket. But Valerie had come prepared for

that as well. Instead she reached for the wet wipes she had brought.

She could feel Hott shaking under her hands as she ran the moist

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towelette up and over him in a sultry fashion. A low growl came

from his throat, and she knew she hadn‟t much time.

“I will not waste my seed,” he declared.

Valerie‟s legs parted, and he entered her vaginally. The

feeling was so different. This way heat crept up throughout her

belly and over her thighs. Even though his weight was on her, she

didn‟t feel as vulnerable when face-to-face with him. She felt his

sweat drop onto her forehead. His hands crushed her back to his

chest. Her head dipped to lick at his nipple, and he groaned when

her teeth grazed him. His smell was intoxicating. He wore no

cologne; it was the smell of a viral man.

Finally she lay beneath him feeling too spent to do more than

whimper. He pumped wildly within her, and it felt so satisfying.

His arm had her legs wrapped behind him around his waist. His

hand captured her ankles. He kept his heavy weight on one

powerful arm to keep from smothering her. His look was so

intense she was frozen to the spot by his delving eyes. Her breath

came in short, quick pants. When he howled his release, she

shuddered under him. He sounded like a huge feral being. She was

at the mercy of a man-beast. Yet, when he collapsed on top of her,

he didn‟t crush her. Her eyes closed as his body heat and strength

lulled her into a restful slumber. Somehow Valerie had to be with

this man. She decided he was her gift, too.

* * * *

Valerie woke to the feel of Hott stroking her hair from her

eyes. She smiled up at him and yawned. She stretched beneath

him.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“My ass hurts,” she complained and rubbed her bare bottom.

He chuckled. “You will get used to it.”

“Why do you keep saying that? Is it some kind of fetish with

you?”

“You will see when I take you home,” he said evasively.

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Hott rose and pulled his wolf pants on and she decided to

drop the subject for now. She slipped into her jeans and t-shirt and

wrapped her jacket around her waist. The area they were in was

still clear, but the mist rolled heavily in the distance. Valerie

packed up her items into the duffel bag. When she finished she saw

Hott watching her.

“You must come home with me,” he said.

Valerie frowned. There was no doubt in her mind now that if

she went with him she would be heading into the ninth century.

She would be giving up civilization as she knew it. She didn‟t know

much about Vikings. All she had read described them as barbaric

warriors who invaded lands and took what they wanted. Was it

true? Their lives were such speculation. Did they wear hats with

horns or was it a myth as some suggested? How hard could it be

getting used to a different time? There was something to be said for

the simple life, but how simple? No technology, no plumbing, no

electricity.

Maybe she could persuade Hott into going home with her. But

looking at him she realized there was no way she could picture

Hott in a corporate suit returning with her to her world, her time.

He would no doubt be lost without his sword. She couldn‟t have

him decapitating the helpless men of her era. That was even if the

mist would part and allow her through.

But the alternative was unacceptable. She needed to be with

him. The feeling in her heart was too strong to ignore. She

pictured herself, in her mind‟s eye, simply walking away from him.

The emotion almost brought her to her knees. No, she couldn‟t

just walk away.

“If I am able to go with you I will, but you have to promise to

take care of me. I‟m not sure I won‟t be afraid where you come

from.”

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Hott dropped to one knee, and clasped her hands. “I will

allow no one to harm you. You will be given free choice on

everything. I swear on Valhalla I will protect you.”

Valerie knew he was serious. She nodded her head. Hott rose.

With a deep breath the two walked forward into the rolling dense

fog. Hott put his arm around her for reassurance and gave her a fast

kiss and a quick smile. He looked towards the Heavens.

“I am your loyal servant, Odin.”

Hott walked them both into the mist. It swirled and billowed

around them, engulfing them until Valerie almost lost sight of

Hott. She breathed the vapors into her nose only to expel it from

her mouth. It was almost intrusive, as though searching her. She

stumbled for just a moment on unfamiliar ground. Valerie

remained beside Hott, but her left arm and hand were stopped

from entering the deeper surreal mist. She tugged and pulled on

her duffle bag, but it wouldn‟t come through. The grip on the

other side was too intense.

“Release the tote,” Hott demanded.

Reluctantly Valerie complied. It was the last remnants of her

home. Once the bag dropped to the ground they were free to

move forward. Valerie walked with trepidation into her new life.

She belonged to a powerful Viking warrior. What was in store for

them both?

She felt an odd sensation of things slipping off her to the

ground. Her body shuddered with a cold chill, and Hott pulled her

closer to his warmth. When the mist cleared she was beyond

amazed. The vegetation was more full and robust than she had ever

seen. The air was clean and sweet. She had walked most definitely

into the past and—she was completely nude!

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Chapter 4

“Hott, I‟m naked!”

Hott looked at her with astonishment and said something to

her that she didn‟t understand.

“Stop talking gibberish, this isn‟t funny,” she demanded.

Again he babbled something, and Valerie felt her heart race in

absolute panic. He wasn‟t speaking gibberish; he was talking in his

own language. Oh good God, why had she not seen that coming?

And her clothes, she had to have clothes or every barbarian around

would think she was Hott‟s sex slave and free for the taking. Oh no

wait…was that what he meant when he said she had best get used

to her ass being screwed? He wouldn‟t, would he?

Valerie felt the blood drain from her face. She turned and

grabbed his arm.

“You can‟t let others do that,” she howled.

Hott shook his head looking perplexed. He didn‟t understand

her. She took her hand and shoved it over his cock then pulled his

hand onto her ass. She shook her head so hard negatively his hand

released her bottom and he cupped her face, stilling her

movements. He said something to her in a gentle tone. She caught

one word, Ulfr. It had sounded more like wolf at the clearing.

Wait, this wolf or Ulfr was the name of his brother. A sneaking

suspicion rose in her mind. Hott had said almost all of the women

in his village had been killed. Did he think to share her with his

brother?

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“Oh no,” she stormed angrily.

Hott was once more speaking to her in a gentle tone,

obviously trying to make her understand his words. But she didn‟t.

And she was panicking. She was in a different time, with a Viking

warrior who would let his brother have her, and God only knows

who else, she was naked, and she didn‟t understand a word Hott

was saying. Worse, he couldn‟t understand her. How was she to

make him understand no? Valerie turned and would have raced

back into the mist, but Hott stopped her. She struggled free of his