Giving In to Passion

The sun radiated. It was cool. The leaves were bright red, orange, and yellow. The two ladies walked along the shore laughing. Yande was growing fond of her new home. They heard the laughter of children not far away. They stopped to enjoy a moment at the water’s edge. They kicked off their shoes, “I have not done this in a long time,” said Princess Winfred, “I do miss being young and free.”

Yande laughed, “You are still very young, princess.”

She smiled, “Yes.” She touched her belly, “Soon I will be a mother and busy caring for a child. What do you think of wet nurses?”

Yande shrugged, “The royals have used them since forever.”

“Will you use a wet nurse?”

“My mother would hang her head in shame if I did such a thing.”

Winfred laughed, “I want to feed my baby.”

“Then do it.”

She nodded, “I think I will.” She took a deep breath and later sighed as she remembered Abigale, “I did an atrocious thing.”

Yande’s head tilted, “What did you do?”

“You can’t see it?”

Yande laughed, “No.”

“Would you tell me if you could?”

She chuckled, “Princess Winfred.”

“Oh, come on Yande. I think you know that you can trust me.”

Yande smiled, “I feel that I can. I want to protect you. You deserve my protection.”

She reached for Yande’s hands, and at that moment Yande saw bits and pieces of that night. Winfred stared into her eyes. Yande nodded. Winfred's eyes watered, “You don’t hate me?”

Yande shook her head and hugged her tightly, “You were only doing what you needed to do to protect your family.”

Winfred stepped back, “You are my greatest friend. My heart breaks for the woman. I know men tend to wander. I guess I hoped Oswald wasn’t prone to that condition. Do you think Liam is?”

Yande took a slow breath, “I do not think he is. Or I hope he isn’t.”

“Men get to have all the fun,” she joked.

“Some women have even more fun…your cousin Darleen is certainly one of them.”

Winfred scoffed, “She is a free spirit. In many ways, I do envy and despise her.”

“You should not despise her. It takes too much effort to hate a person. Let us consume ourselves with happy thoughts. Your baby. My wedding.”

They giggled, “Yes. You are right. I hope you get pregnant soon. Our children can grow up here together.”

“That is a beautiful thought.”

Winfred nudged Yande, “Have you and Liam?”

Yande chuckled, “No.”

“Are you certain my dear friend?”

“I mean we have come close. I know that I cannot wait for that night. However, I do have some apprehension about doing it there with all those eyes on us. What if I cannot control the sounds that come from my mouth? I’d surely die.”

Winfred laughed, “I know what you mean. You must be ladylike.”

“You mean I can’t utter a sound?”

“Enough to let the people watching know that he is a fierce vigorous lover but demure enough to let them know you’re a lady. Save the loud moans for when you’re alone.”

They laughed and talked the hours away until Liam and Oswald found them. They approached. Oswald spoke first, “Here you two are. Having all the fun while we men train hard.”

“That is how it should be,” said Winfred smiling.

“Come, my love, it’s time for us to eat.”

Liam reached for Yande’s hands.

“Are you two coming along?” asked Oswald.

“We shall be there shortly, brother,” Liam replied.

He stared into her eyes just before pressing his lips to hers, “Tonight, I want to take you to my favorite quiet spot.”

She smiled, “No one will see us?”

“Not a soul.”

****

There it was. A small village for him and his men. They worked tirelessly to build him the house he wanted. It would serve its purpose until he could accomplish what he wanted. Abigale had her hair braided and wore the clothes of a Dane. She left her tent and found Einar talking with some men. She smiled, “Einar, could you have some of the men fetch some wood for a fire? I’d like to prepare some soup.”

He nodded. She walked away. He looked at the others, “Seems Knud’s cunt is taking to her new role. I don't understand why he beds her without passing the Saxon whore around so the rest of us can enjoy a hump.”

The men grinned.

He huffed, “Well, don’t just stand there, get the wood the cunt requested.”

“Be careful how you speak of my woman.”

Einar turned to see King Knud, “I didn’t—”

“Don’t say anything.”

“Yes, King.”

“That woman has provided me with many things about North Umbria, East Anglia, and surrounding areas. I do plan to go back to East Anglia. That land will be mine.”

Einar, “We will need more men.”

“This I know. When Jarl Erick returns to Kattegat and finds his home in shambles, the people slain, he will be killed. Our men will arrive in great numbers, and we will win.”

“That will take some time.”

“Yes. I am willing to wait. I have not come this far to not succeed.”

*****

East Anglia

It was a nice day for a ride. They trotted along the path and a nice pace. Prince Joseph slowed. He saw some women at a distance washing themselves in the river. Lord Edgar stopped, ‘What is it?”

“It’s the heathen women washing.”

He laughed, “Beautiful women.”

He sucked his teeth.

“What are you two doing spying on us?” they heard a woman say.

They turned. She stood unabashedly with the thin sheer cloth clinging to her body. Her huge breasts took up most of the shirt. Her nipples were erect. Joseph cleared his throat, “I am Prince Joseph of East Anglia. We are not spying. Why are you and your women out bathing in a river in daylight?”

“Because Prince, we don’t live in fancy castles and have servants to wash are cunts or arses.”

Edgar chuckled.

Joseph shot him a disapproving look, “Oh, you have to admit that was funny.”

“How do you speak English?”

“We are learning. Some of us are better than others. I pride myself on being a fast learner of many things,” she said as she stared at the prince.

“You should go dress yourself more appropriately.”

She smirked, “Yes, Prince Joseph. I will. Or maybe you and your handsome friend could show me and my friends a good time. It has been a long time for any of us and all our men are busy building, farming, and such.”

Lord Edgar dropped down from his horse. Joseph eyed him, “What are you doing?”

“My wife just had a child. She is in no condition to perform her marital duties. This…I see it as a blessing sent from the heavens.”

She smiled, “I’m Asta.”

“It's a pleasure, Asta. I am Lord Edgar.” He looked up at Joseph, “Are coming or not? You can’t expect me to handle five women. The most I’ve ever done are three.”

“I like you!” exclaimed Asta to Lord Edgar.

Nervously he announced, “I am to be married soon.”

“A marriage your father has not even been made aware of. You might as well enjoy this moment before he nearly bites your head off for sending that proposal to Wessex without his knowledge.”

He gulped and slid down.

“Oh, this will be fun. I’ve never been with a Prince or a lord before.”

*****

Deep in the woods, they had a tent. The women giggled. Their naked bodies were full of life, large breasts, tight asses, milky white skin and the bluest of eyes. Edgar had three women all over him while the prince stood in the corner with his hands covering his love stick.

Asta touched his face, “Hello handsome Prince.”

He stood there. She took his hands. There it was. She smiled, “Don’t be shy,” said as she and the other girl went down slowly. They spoke in their native tongue and exchanged kisses before gripping his prized package. He was already seeping precum. His eyes rolled as they licked and sucked. He held back his moans.

Edgar laughed, “Enjoy yourself, my Prince. This may never happen again.” Blissfully, he lay there with one woman on his cock as the other kissed his chest. “Oh, I want you next, beautiful,” he said to one with shiny white hair.

She giggled.

Joseph could no longer hold back his passionate moans. So much pleasure. His lip was pressed between his teeth. What a way to end his virginity. Asta stood. She walked him back to a stool. He sat and she mounted him taking every inch into her hungry center with a hum. Up and down, she went. She squeezed her tits in his face. He let loose and sucked like a newborn with delight.

“Oh, my Prince Joesph. My Prince.”

He smiled. He stood. His hands cupped her ass. He bounced her rapidly. The other girl watched eagerly waiting her turn, but the prince was engrossed with Asta. He laid her down and went to work drilling perfectly until she sang in a falsetto.

****

The journey back to the castle. They wore huge smiles. “That was some ride,” mentioned Edgar.

“Indeed.”

They recounted the event several times. Soon, they were home. They saw the king and queen standing outside. They were not smiling. Prince Joseph gulped, “I think they know.”

He sighed, “Well, this seems to be the end of a perfect day. My wife and child are waiting for me.”

“Oh, so just like that, you leave.”

“A man has duties.” He continued to his estate and left Joesph to deal with his parents.

Prince Joseph dropped down off the horse, King Henry huffed, “And what’s the meaning of this?” he asked showing his son the letter from King Edwin accepting his proposal on the account that he gave up his rule to East Anglia.

Joseph shook his head, “I never promised him your kingdom,” his voice trembled.

“That pompous fool wants the whole of England. I will not bow to him.”

“So, no wedding?”

King Henry stormed off. His mother sighed, “You must not get your father too angry. He has not been feeling well since that last ordeal.”

“Yes, mother.”

She touched his face. She saw marks on his neck. Her eyebrow raised, “And what have you been up to?”

His cheeks turned pink.

She shook her head, “Whatever it was…I should hope it doesn’t come along with any illegitimate offspring.”

He watched her march off. His mind flashed to the moment he released his load. It was so good. He couldn’t help it.

****

There was that rhythm. The men pulled the oars. The wind kissed his face. It was time. He smiled when he thought of his wives. How he longed to have them both and watch them. He missed his children. He took a deep breath knowing he’d return to the land they acquired with his family.

On the other side of the ship was Alvis, a tall lanky fellow. He approached Jarl Erick and touched his shoulder, “Feels good to be back on the water.”

“Ah yes.” He looked at his men. He saw one he didn’t recognize, “Hey, you there?”

He smiled, “Jark Erick, my name is Warwick. At your service.”

“You were with the Saxon army, were you not?”

“I was. I asked my new friend Alvis if I could join you on this adventure. I’ve not been on the open sea. I wanted to experience it. I know you’ll be returning to England.”

He nodded, “Pleased to have you.” He patted his shoulder and went about his checks on the ship.

Alvis looked into Warwick’s eyes, “He has no idea what is waiting for him back at Kattegat.” They grinned.

The truth was, while Alvis was out scheming with Einar and King Knud, he failed to learn that Jarl Erick’s lands were still intact, and his people were still alive and well. They planned to kill Jarl Erick as soon as the ship docked.

That night as the waves and the wind pushed them further out to sea, Warwick stayed alert. It was his way. He worked for a variety of unscrupulous men if the price was right. He laid back with his eyes closed but his ears stayed tuned.

“I am glad we still have a home to return to. Hopefully, we can help Jarl Sigurd recover his lands after everything his sister did to keep our people safe,” said one man to Jarl Erick.

“We will. We will take back his land, kill the scum that took it and return to England with our families.”

Warwick looked left where Alvis lay sleeping. This fool, he is taking me into a trap, he thought. There’s no way I can risk getting caught with him. They will kill us both.

As Alvis lay sleeping soundly, Warwick pulled out a bottle filled with a concoction from his pocket. He poured a few drops into Alvis’ opened mouth. Alvis felt the moisture on his tongue and smacked his lips, he rolled to his side.

Warwick laid back. His eyes were on the stars. He’d have to make some adjustments to his plan.

****

In the quiet of the night, Jarl Sigurd sat by a fire just outside of his tent. Astrid joined him, “How is your foot?” she asked.

“It’s fine,” he replied. He almost forgot that he hurt it when he took that embarrassing tumble. He thought about that moment and the first time she touched him physically. He smiled. Her hands were soft and her energy sent a shockwave throughout his body. By the end of the night, his ankle was good.

Astrid approached him. She stared into his eyes, “I would like to keep you company tonight.”

He chuckled, “You mean?”

She nodded, “I am not her, but I am here,” she said as he opened her robe and revealed her body.

He nodded. She strolled into his tent. He followed. She lay on the straw bed. He dropped his pants. It had been days without anything but his thoughts of making love to her. He crawled onto Astrid and pressed deep. She gasped and grinned, “Oh my, it’s true what they say.”

He stroked long and hard while grunting. Her nails dug into his back, She cried out loudly. Just before he exploded, he pulled out and released on her belly. She smiled, “Thank you.”

He rolled off. She attempted to leave but he said, “Stay.”

“As you wish.”

*****

North Umbria

After everyone fell asleep, the young lovers stole away in the night and trekked quietly through the forest. They came upon a quaint house by a pond. They stopped. Yande stared at the cottage, “This is yours?" Yande asked.

He nodded, “Ours. A place for us to be alone. Sometimes, I come here to write. To clear my mind. To escape. Come, my love.”

There were books on shelves, nice wood carvings of animals, a desk with papers, and a jar of ink. He made a fire. She walked about studying space. Her hands touched the walls, and the books. She sat at his desk and read one of his writings about her.

“Her lips are soft as pillows, her skin fair and radiates like the sun. Her eyes. I lose myself in them. If I had a chance to live one thousand lives, I’d die each time and return to only her…”

He stood behind her. She looked back and smiled, “Your words are beautiful.”

He reached for her hand; she stood. He looked down into her eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked. It will only be several more days and—”

Her lips pressed to his, “Please be gentle.”

He led her to the bedroom. Slowly, he undressed her. She stood before him and felt safe. He undressed. Their skin touched. For minutes they only kissed and caressed. Then he lifted her and placed her on the bed. His hands caressed her breasts. His fingers found her lips. Her mouth opened. She sucked.

He took those wet fingers and placed her gem. Slowly he made tiny circles. He heard her moans grow. He showered kisses from her nipples to her belly and later found her sweet spot. He sucked and licked and she squirmed and fliched. She asked for it and he was going to deliver.

He stared at her opening. He gulped. He remembered losing his virginity. He was about to receive hers. He stared into her eyes. The tip touched her warm wet center. He pressed and felt it pop. She winced and held him tightly. His length and girth were impressive and she took all of him on. Her eyes glowed. She closed them and melted into the sensation.

“Are you okay my love,” he asked.

“Yes, my prince. I am dying and coming to life all at once.”

He chuckled and pressed deeper. Her body moved with his. He nodded, “Yes, that’s it, my love,” he encouraged her. Her hips moved to his liking. She was so tight and held a grip around his rod that felt like a hug.

“I can pull out,” he said as he continued to move at a nice tempo.

She shook her head. She saw the vision, “No don’t.”

He moved his hips. Their lips met. He rocked her body. It was a beautiful rhythm. He spilled inside of her with a deep grunt. She looked into his eyes. It was done.

When she left the bed, there was blood on the sheets. Liam placed them into a sack. They cleaned themselves and returned to the castle.