Authors: Constantine De Bohon
arms, flipped him onto his ass and took off on terrified feet through
the thick vegetation.
Valerie searched and searched for the opening into her own
world. Tears streamed down her face. What was she to do? She
knew Hott was close, but he kept his distance. She waved her arms
wildly back and forth through the heavy fog. There was nothing,
each time she looked back she could still see Hott. He stood
watching her. Her world was gone; the opening was no longer
there. She had made her choice. Valerie slumped to the ground.
She had worn herself out. It wasn‟t long before Hott came to kneel
before her. He wrapped his huge tree trunk arms around her and
rocked her.
Before long he stood her up. Her head barely reached his
shoulders. She lifted her woe-filled eyes up at him. He smiled
gently and, using his thumbs, he tenderly wiped at her tears. He
placed his arm around her and led her away. She had no idea where
he was taking her, but she had no choice. Hott was all she had.
* * * *
They walked silently along for some time. Valerie‟s teeth
were clacking together. She was both cold and afraid. Hott was
taking her somewhere; she refused to think he would parade her
nude around his village like some war prize. When they came to a
group of caves, Hott urged her within. The air smelt strange and
warm. Looking around she could see clear pools of steaming
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water. Valerie had never before seen hot springs, it was beautiful.
Hott removed his clothing and slipped into one of the pools. The
water was over his hips. Valerie stood unsurely for a moment, but
was feeling so chilled and the water looked so inviting. Hott lifted
his hands towards her with encouragement. He was hard to refuse
with his roguish smile.
Hott grinned wider with approval at her when she entered.
She stepped gingerly into the heavenly warm water. It rose higher
as she moved down, to cover her calves, her thighs, her waist. It
was under her breasts when she touched bottom. Hott pulled her
into his arms and kissed her forehead. He said something that she
took to mean an endearment, and she settled against him. He
cupped water within his hand and trailed it over her breasts and
shoulders, warming her. Her face rested against his wet chest.
“Hott?” she asked with trepidation. “Wolf?”
Hott smiled at her. He shook his head no and then repeated
the word Ulfr and then said something like a question. Valerie
wondered. She shook her head no and said his brother‟s name
trying her best to repeat the correct pronunciation. Hott sighed but
nodded. He cupped her chin in his hand.
“No Ulfr,” he said.
When he said something else, she didn‟t understand the
words, but she understood his meaning. He was willing to share
her with his brother, only if she were a willing participant.
Valerie settled against him with relief. He had promised to
protect her and he meant it. Besides, if she had to she would toss
Ulfr on his ass and remember to run.
Before long, Hott pulled himself out of the water. He
motioned her to stay put. Then he mimed he was going hunting.
Valerie grimaced, another thing she would have to get used to. No
more pretending t-bones and prime rib magically appeared in the
grocery stores already packed as if they were grown that way.
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When Hott walked from the cave she felt some apprehension.
She was alone. But it wasn‟t as if Hott could take some naked chick
hunting in the woods. Wouldn‟t that be a sight? That would give a
whole new meaning to the term “a real nature girl.” She settled
back to wait. Before long she could feel herself getting pruney. Her
fingers were wrinkled, and she climbed out of the pool slowly. She
settled her behind onto the cold stone ground, wishing she had
been at least allowed to take a blanket or jacket with her through
the mist.
It seemed as though hours passed. She alternately climbed into
the steamy water when cold and climbed out when wrinkled. Her
thoughts wore on her nerves. Where on earth was Hott? She was
starving and worried. What happened if he got hurt or killed, what
on earth would she do?
To her horror she heard a gruff voice from behind her. Her
eyes widened in fear. A bear of a man was grinning as he moved
stealthily towards her. His hair was to his shoulders and his blond
beard was thick and full. He was gigantic! Valerie wondered if
there was such a thing as a small Viking man. He licked his lips
when his eyes devoured her bare breasts. Valerie swallowed hard
and broke into a cold sweat. She rose unsteadily to her feet and
backed away with her hands splayed.
Remember to run, remember to run
… She found most men
considered her to be beautiful and weak because of her voluptuous
breasts but slim waist. They considered her curvy and fragile. She
had been told she had an angelic face with the look of an innocent,
delicate flower—boy were they wrong. This man, no doubt,
would be unprepared for an assault. When he came close enough,
Valerie smiled sweetly. He lunged for her. She grabbed his wrist
and sent him sailing, big ass first, into one of the pools. Then she
ran.
Out of the cave and pounding into the forest, she ran as fast as
she could. Small sticks and stones cut at her bare feet, but she
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didn‟t stop. She could hear the angry howls of the man running
after her. She turned briefly to see how close he was then slammed
into what felt like a brick wall. She was caught up into powerful
arms. Valerie kicked and screamed but was held too tightly. The
man who held her had shoulder-length dark-as-night straight hair
and deep brown eyes. He wasn‟t clean shaven, but had at least two
days growth of beard on his chin. He was as big as Hott. His chest
was bare, and he held a sword in one hand, her in the other.
Callously he flung Valerie to the ground when the other armed
man came closer; she curled herself into a tiny ball.
She remained unmoving but quivering in fear and cold. The
one man whom she had tossed onto his ass into the pool was
approaching angry and dripping wet. The younger dark-haired man
had his sword raised. The two exchanged heated words. To her
surprise she caught the word Hott and then Ulfr. She looked up at
the man standing before her. There was a resemblance to Hott.
“Ulfr?” she whispered.
The dark-haired man grinned down at her. He then shifted his
concentration to the other man and snapped a few words. Again
Hott was mentioned. Both men argued vehemently. Valerie
guessed running into the older man had been a coincidence, but
Hott must have sent his brother to her for some reason. She rose to
unsteady feet and hid behind Ulfr. More heated words were
exchanged then, to her horror, Ulfr pulled her out from behind
him. He said something to her, but she didn‟t understand.
Ulfr gripped her tightly to his chest when the other man
reached for her. Swords were raised. With her panic rising and
both men shouting, she cried out for Hott. Immediately both men
quieted. The older man narrowed his eyes onto her. Filled with
panic, she again cried out for Hott to come. Ulfr looked very
smug. The older man glared at her. He asked her something. She
caught the word Hott. She pointed at herself and said Hott‟s name.
She wanted him to know she belonged to another. The man threw
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back his head and howled loudly. Valerie jumped, at the god-awful
noise; a fine layer of goose bumps dotted her arms. She felt a large
hand placed onto her shoulder as Ulfr curled her tighter into his
broad chest. The older man then stormed off.
Ulfr turned her in his arms and held her by her shoulders. He
studied her naked form until she blushed all the way to her toes.
She went from fearful to angry. She stomped her foot and declared
she was Hott‟s. Ulfr just nodded and smiled. He released her after
he gave her a huge bear hug, lifting her from her feet.
He then grabbed up a hide pack of sorts and sifted through it.
He tossed her a garment which she donned eagerly. It was soft
leather, she slipped it over her head and it hung just under her
behind, barely. She had a sneaking suspicion part of it was missing.
Her eyes narrowed onto Ulfr. He just shrugged.
It was impossible for Valerie to know that most of the
woman‟s clothing had been sent with them to Valhalla when they
died. It had been a chore to just find this. Nevertheless Valerie was
grateful for something to cover her. Ulfr led her back to the
cavern. He sat her down on a rough piece of leather, also produced
from his pack. He then handed her a hard piece of what she
assumed to be some type of bread. It was a bit stale, but she was
hungry and she wolfed it down.
“Valkyrie,” Ulfr said.
“Valerie,” she corrected.
Ulfr nodded in understanding. He handed her a leather flask
and bid her to drink. She did and choked on a substance that wasn‟t
water. It was something obviously fermented. She was thirsty
though and downed a few large gulps. She handed the flask back to
him, but Ulfr urged her to drink more. The taste was sweet and
enjoyable and so she drank more. She realized soon it was a
mistake. She grew very lazy very soon after and her insides felt
warm and tingly. Obviously Viking booze was a lot more potent
than the stuff she was used to. That and the fact she had hardly
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eaten had her belly doing summersaults. This time when she
handed the flask back, Ulfr took it and drank some.
Valerie was still hungry. She asked him for more food. He
shook his head not understanding. She motioned to her mouth.
Ulfr said a word and she understood he wanted her to repeat it.
But had she asked for more food or said please, or was it the word
for mouth? She frowned. She took the flask from his grasp and held
it up. She pointed it at him. He cocked his head for a moment then
said a word. She repeated it, and waved the flask, and he nodded.
She then repeated the word he had used that she thought meant
food. Again he cocked his head as though thinking about it. Finally,
as if making a decision, he handed her some dried meat. She bit
hungrily into it. It was good! She ate two large pieces before her
belly stopped feeling like it was on a rollercoaster. She yawned
tiredly.
“Hott?” she asked.
Ulfr imitated a bow and arrow being used. Hott was hunting
and he had sent Ulfr to guard her no doubt. But would she need
guarding from him? He was watching her steadily with a somewhat
predatory gaze. Unconsciously her thighs and knees pressed tightly
together. She studied the man before her. He was dressed almost
identically as Hott. He was as handsome as his brother with a
uniquely different look. She could believe they were brothers, but
Ulfr‟s look was darker, with the same flattering chiseled features.
Whereas Hott looked like an archangel of God, Ulfr looked like a
demon demigod. She shivered, wondering if that were a good
thing…or a very bad thing. This was the man Hott wanted her to
have sex with.
Valerie felt the blush creep over her face just thinking about
this wild, massive, primitive brute behind her thrusting his huge
sex into her. She wondered if he would be gentle or if he would
like it rough. She could picture him with his hands on her waist,
holding her in place while his big cock slid inside her ass. She
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almost moaned aloud. Valerie put her hands to her face mortified.
What was she thinking? She couldn‟t do that…could she? It had to
be the alcohol talking.
She heard Ulfr laugh, and she just knew he was aware of what
she was thinking. She cleared her throat. Ulfr handed her the flask.
She knew she shouldn‟t, but she did. She was in an untamed,
ancient place, and she was beginning to feel wild and primal. Hott
didn‟t think there was anything wrong with sharing her with his
brother. A thought occurred to her. Ulfr hadn‟t allowed the other
man to touch her. They both could have held her down and taken
her, but instead he had chosen to protect her. If she allowed this
man to have her, she would be doubly protected.
Valerie gave her head a shake. She was trying to rationalize in
her mind why she should have sex with this man. He was hot and
growing sexier by the second while her mind flashed images of
heated sex scenes. And she admitted she was curious. Besides she
knew Hott wouldn‟t mind.
She swallowed more of the beverage. A cold sweat broke out
on her forehead. She was beginning to feel wet between her
clenched thighs. She was feeling woozy when Ulfr took the flask