Derrek Bjarnasson

Derrek Bjarnasson cursed his forgetfulness. When he had finished his homework yesterday for today's classes he had been so happy that he had accomplished that goal faster than all of his roommates. He had used the rare spare time for an additional workout in the college's training yard. He had practiced with swords and the wooden combat staffs that were 1:1 replicas of the magician staffs. More than most of his brother students Derrek enjoyed the physical training that was part of their apprenticeship. A magician not only needed a skilled mind and extensive knowledge of spells, he also needed body control and stamina. As the son of a Vyking warthane he had wielded his first wooden sword at the age of 3, the first steel blade at 5. And slain his first enemy at the age of 13. Alas, by a freak quirk of fate, they had discovered his inherent magic abilities about the same time. Since magicians are incredibly rare among the descendants of Uralf Vykingur and the Great Huntress, his father had lured Iannef Holmsson, one of the most renowned Vyking shamans, to tutor Derrik in the magic craft. But Iannef soon had pointed out to Derrek's father, that proper education had to be done at one of the magician colleges in the Three Realms, and so his father had enlisted his second son to the College of Light Shadow. Even though he had turned out quite a talented apprentice sorcerer, the young Vyking son still loved the blade way more than magecraft.

Yesterday's sparrings had been no difference. He had enjoyed the challenge of facing three higher class apprentices, who were in their final term of the intermediate level, and who'd receive their magician staff coming summer. He had defeated them one, two, three, in rapid succession, gaining him another appreciative laud from Master Hengist, the college's weapon master. He had been so excited, he had stayed awake long past midnight, dreaming of heroic battles rather than complex arcane incantations. His night had been too short, and he had started today's work with weary eyes and sleepy mind. As a result, he had forgotten about the early appointment with Mistress Rogana. This morning, just after sunrise, the herbalism teacher had invited a select number of students for the rare sowings of mandragora roots. What had been a welcomed accolade, had turned a sour fruit, as Derrek had arrived at the greenhouse way too late. The brief look of disappointment by Mistress Rogana had been worse than an open chastisement, and Derrek had listened to her final explanations with the bitter taste of failure in his mouth.

Now, as he hurried down a long corridor towards the next class, he was still fuming at his stupidity. He was so busy contemplating how to make up for this mishap, that he nearly collided with the young, blonde woman coming around the corner.

"Whoops, sorry, I was lost in thought!"

The girl giggled, burying her broad smile behind a slender hand. She was about the same age as him, with curly, golden hair, and a friendly face. She was clad in a servant's maid clothes, but she had a merry spring in her movements that immediately warmed his heart.

"Oh, it's you, Winna!"

"Hi!"

"What's up?" Derrek immediately forgot about all of his irritation. Since the blonde, shy serving maid had entered the college's service three seasons ago, almost every boy between sixteen and twenty-five had been flirting with the spirited lass. For some time word had been she was dating that nerd Aaralon, an arrogant but very smart apprentice mage who was said to be regarded by the college's master as extremely talented and promising. But lately there had been rumors she was going with Smaug Seliane, which Derrek doubted, because Smaug was even more of an asshole than Aaralon, and he just couldnt see a girl like Winna fall for the glib tongue of someone like Smaug. "What are you doing here in the teaching area?"

"Oh, just fooling around..."

"Here?" Derrek asked with blatant astonishment. The ungifted employees of the college actually were forbidden to enter the teaching building without escort for the building was very much alive and dangerous for those not able to guard their minds against even the simpliest of illusions. For those, the corridors, stairs and rooms of the teaching building held horros and surprises beyond imagination: Corridors would bend and twist unexpectedly, stairs would suddenly change from ascending to descending, walls would crumble... not to speak of the minor ghosts that haunted the area, which were less than a silly nuisance for those trained in magic, but which could be really harmful for others. "Where is your escort?"

She looked at him with big, dark eyes. "Why would I need an escort?"

"But... you aren't allowed to be here without somebody accompanying you." Derrek sighed. What had befallen the young girl? She had never deemed him stupid or careless.

"He had to leave for an urgent appointment."

"Leaving you here alone? Who was it?"

"Ouh, don't remember his name." She gave him a sweet smile that made his heart jump. "Somebody not as good looking as you."

'Whoops. Did I get that right?' Derrek thought. It wasn't the first time he spoke with Winna, but never before had there even been the slightest hint of any kind of affection from her side. And now this. He was too baffled to respond at once.

"C'mon, big guy. I'm pretty sure you know what a good-looking hunk you are."

"Ouh, Winna, I don't think this is the best of occasions to, uhm, flirt with me."

"Why not?"

"Look, I'm a bit in a rush to get to my next classes in time. And you shouldn't be here at all. At least not alone."

"Well, now I'm with you, right?"

Derrek couldn't find an answer why it just wasn't right. But he also couldn't think of an answer that would overcome her logic. Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, he sighed. "Oh, dammit. I'll bring you back to the living quarters or the refectory. Wherever you want to be escorted to."

"Oh, I think I'd like the living quarters."

"Like? Uhm, you sound like a visitor on a sightseeing trip, Winna. Is everything well with you?"

She tilted her head and presented him with another of these irrestibly fresh smiles. "Yes, everything's fine."

"Hmm" Derrek grumbled. "Let's go then. If we hurry I won't be too late for my seminar." Together Derrek and the servant maid hastened through the long, twisting corridors of the teaching building. Since most classes had already started, they encountered only few other students, most of them with a similar pressed-for-time look of urgency on their faces. Derrek picked the fastest route he knew, luckily evading any unexpected eruption of magic. They reached the large, ornate double door, that led out to the main yard. Derrek gave a quick nod to the gatekeeper, drew the heavy doors open and turned to the blonde girl.

"Well, there we are. The living quarters are just on the right hand side of the yard."

The girl blinked and said, with a nondescript pout on her lips, "I thought you'd accompany me there?"

Derrek's heart made another leap. Her voice was so sweet. Maybe this was his only chance to get to know this eye candy a little better? "Look, Winna. I'd really love to, but I'm really hard-pressed for time. Maybe later."

"Doh, you said you would bring me to the living quarters."

'By Uralf's Hammer' Derrek thought torn between duty and desire. 'What should I do?' On another day, Derrek would surely have jumped for this opportunity without hesitation. But recalling his recent mishap with the herbalist, his bad conscience and a pang of guilt turned his tongue heavy with lead. "I... should..."

"You should really see me safely to the living quarters, big fellow" she said girlishly with unbridled determination.

Derrek's blockade crumbled in an instant. "Well, let's go." Quickly he took her hand and led her out on the yard. Taking wide strides, almost dragging the blonde girl with him, he crossed the main yard. Birds were singing in the spring trees above, but right now Derrek had no ears for their merry tunes. Muttering he led the silly maid to the old building which housed the living rooms of the students and servants. Fiercely he slammed the doors open and dragged the girl inside.

"There. Here we are. Are you happy?"

"Why are you so angry at me? I haven't done anything wrong." Suddenly tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

"Oh, Lords, Winna. You behave like a little girl."

"I am a little girl."

"Damned, you've been in this school for almost a year by now. And you haven't made the impression of being just a little girl. By Uralf's Hammer, the master housekeeper would never employ a silly, little girl. This ain't a normal school, if you haven't found out by now!"

"You need not yell at me like that." Again that sweet, pouting voice.

"Oh, Winna. Please, spare me this silly little-girl act. What is it, you really want?"

"It's... it's a secret."

Derrek sighed. This was really leading everywhere and nowhere.

"Winna, I really don't got the time for your antics. If you bear something on your heart, tell me. If not, we can discuss it after classes. I'm sure I can free some time in the afternoon."

"I can't tell you here." She looked around as if something - or somebody - was stalking her.

"Oh, my. Is it really that important?"

"Yes" she whispered almost inaudibly.

"Pfew. Listen, I guess it doesn't matter if I'm late by five or ten minutes. Therefore, I offer we go to my room and you tell me what's bothering you. But... if it's really just some little girl thing, I'll be extremely mad at somebody.

The blonde maid nodded silenty.

"Well, let's go." Again Derrek took the lead and aimed for the next flight of stairs. Taking huge leaps, he climbed the stone stairs, not paying attention if the girl could keep pace. Still muttering and grumbling he headed straight for the room he shared with three other students of same level of apprenticeship. The corridors of the living quarters were as empty as he had expected. Of course, like every other student was now in the teaching building or on the training grounds in the practice yard. 'Only a stupid oaf like me skips classes for the second time a day, to listen to the antics of a confused serving maid.'

Trying to ease his temper, he threw the door to his living cell open and led Winna inside. To his surprise, she had stayed straight behind him, and when she flew past him, he thought he saw an amused smile on her face. More and more about to loose his patience, he shut the door, locked it for good measure, and turned around. The moment he looked at the young maid, his mouth dropped open.

There, in the middle of the room, right between the four beds with the plain wooden frames, stood Winna, wearing nothing but her beautiful, golden hair. Sunlight gushed through the milky window, crowning her head like a bonfire. Her body was young and gorgeous. Full round hips, firm breasts and that soft, creamy skin. Her brazen appearance belied that innocence on her face, yet that very contradiction struck straight into Derrek's loins.

"Winna..." he stammered bewilderedly.

"Take me!" she said and ran her fingers playfully over her phantastic body.

Derrek virtually tore his clothes from his body. 'Screw this' he muttered. 'Screw every single teacher and master of this school. This is just unbelievable!' In a rush he was as naked as the young girl. She looked at him with candid appreciation. The years of fighting practice had blessed him with athletic legs, flat stomach and strong arms. He sported himself with a handsome, triangular build and his chest was massive and muscular. If things had gone normal, he would have become one of the fiercest Vyking warriors, but he'd still be a worthy opponent to any fighter at the current, restricted process of short-range fighting practice. Might be he'd wield a staff in the years to come, he'd always also know how to carry a sword with pride.

Aye, with swords he really knew his way.

Smiling, his gaze followed Winna's to the centre of his loins. "Oh" she said and laid herself down on the nearest bed.

Derrek followed her suit and soon their limbs were entwined in passionate embrace. Impatiently the young Vyking ran his hands over her delicate body. Bathing in her ripe beauty, he explored every inch of her wonderful body. Beneath him, Winna purred like a cat, moving her body against his, running her hands over his hard chest, burying her hands in his shoulder-length, sandy hair. Frantically he covered her face in a torrid of passionate kisses, until his lips found the lush curves of hers. Their kiss was long and deep, their tongues invading each others cavities, in search for each other, lusting for the taste of the partner. Derrek grunted from joy, and explored the girl's flesh with reckless curiosity. He always had wondered, how that girl would feel like - the reality exceeded all expectations.

The beautiful girl moaned and writhed, grinding her pelvis against his sharp hip and his strong manhood. Their bodies responded to each other as one kind, meeting each other's demands in perfect harmony. It appeared as if they were made for each other - each limb, each curve perfectly sculpted to match the other's structure. It was almost too much for Derrek to believe to be true.

"Oh, Lords, Winna. I have always phantasized about holding you just like that!" he muttered, breaking that frantic kiss for a moment to look at her midnight eyes. For a freak second, he noticed something out of line - he couldnt place a finger on what it was - but her warm smile quickly clowded that odd notion of wrongness.

"Oh, yessss" she hissed. "I have longed for you too, every day."

Her arms embraced him, almost taking him in a wise-like grip, pulling his face down for another longing kiss. The warmth of her lips flooded Derrek's mind with unexpected feelings of lust and pride. Yes, it was true, Winna, one of the most beautiful girls at the college, was sharing a passionate embrace with him, the outsider Vyking offspring. And there was still more to conquer. Firmly holding her head, his fingers buried in her lion's mane, still engaged in that frantic kiss, Derrek eagerly shoved his body between the girl's legs. Winna offered no resistance, parted her thighs and gave him full access to the final mysteries of her body.

"Ohh, yesss. Put your sword in my sheathe, lad! I neeeeed it sooo much. Ohhh, yess, take mee hard! Take me gooooood!"

"Ohhhh, Winna, you're so beautiful!"

Carefully he lowered his body, until he felt the softness of her labia against his straining cock. Not wanting to hurt her, he searched for the entrance. In a swift move, the girl shifted her lithe body a little bit and met his advance with eager hunger. Before Derrek knew what befell him, the blonde goddess lifted her hips and pushed herself onto Derrek's cock.

"Ohhh, yessss. That feeeels so goooood!!"

"By Uralf's Hammer, Winnaaaa!" Derrek shouted breathlessly.

"Ohh, hell, ride me haaard!" she screamed.

Awestruck Derrek plunged deep into her womb, filling her pussy with his proud manflesh. He couldn't believe what he saw. That girl was totally lost in passion and threw herself at his cock with uninhibitied wildness. But Derrek was also only a man, and didn't bother about this unexpected welcome. Delving deep into her cavity, he tried to give the girl all she asked for. The warmth and tightness of her pussy overwhelmed him, and the pressure in his loins to mounted up. He got in a good rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy, just to get the wild cat to roar like an enraged tiger.

"Ohhhh, yesss. Fuccckk meee. Fucckkk my pusssyyyy! Aaaaahhh, yesss, sooo goooodd. Ouuuuuhhh!"

Frantically she thrusted her hip up, urging Derrek to speed on. Her hands raced across his chest, over his shoulders and down his back, leaving trails of blood where her fingers breeched his skin. Derrek was oblivious to her frantic ****, and just rammed his cock as deep into her cunt as he could. Never had he met a woman who was so wild with passion. Her fingers buried themselves in his tight ass flesh, leaving the imprints of her nails on his behind. Derrek took another deep thrust and Winna started to buck up under him.

"Ohhhh, I'm coooommmminggg, oh, demon lords, I'm cuuummmingggg!"

"Ah, yes, yes...Winnna. I'm cummming too. Oh, you little bitch. Take it! Take all my seeed!"

With a loud grunt the young Vyking shot all of his load into the writhing girl's body. A neverending wave of passion rolled through his body like thunder, pulling him with it, tearing at his loins and igniting a fire never experienced before. Derrek's massive body shook as his spurts kept coming. The girl moaned and screamed her lust to the Lords, pressing her crotch hard against his loins, not wanting to miss the least drop of his precious semen. After a few more shots, Derrek's body relaxed. His arms grew weak and he slumped down over her splayed and sweaty form. The scent of their frantic lovemaking filled his nose - it was like heaven and Vahalla united.

"Ohh, Winna. That was so uncredible" he murmured softly, bedding her beautiful head in his strong arms. Planting hot, tender kisses all over her face, he savoured the terrific feeling of post-climax reflection and relief.

"Yes, I know darling" the girl purred. Her voice changed from honey to velvet, striking his heart at the most enchanting manner.

"Wished this could last forever, Winna."

"I know. Calm down and enjoy the feeling. It was wonderful."

"Aye, that it was." Derrek stroked her hair and took another breath full of her sensuous aroma. A floating sense of relief took possession of his body, and his limbs grew heavy with fatigue. Oh, what a wonderful feeling to lie in the arms of such a beautiful girl, sharing the memories of the most pleasant love-making. "Winna, I want this to never end..." he murmured drowsily before he fell into an exhausted, but very relaxing slumber.

When he woke up, the girl was gone. For a moment he feared he might have dreamed all that. The crumbled linen sheet might have been the result of a restless sleep. But that aroma in the air, the taste on his lips, and that sticky ooze on his flaccid cock spoke another tale. Bathing in the memory of that incredible encounter, Derrek slumped back and studied the grey veins of the crumbled wall paper at the ceiling. He'd never have thought that beneath the gaily and shy Winna slumbered such a wild, erotic goddess of love. Whenever he had seen her before, he had envisioned a fair maid collecting flowers from a spring field, with sparkling green eyes and a cheerful smile on her beautiful face. He had never dared imagining that kind of wild, unrestrained lovemaking they had shared. He comtemplated that notion for some time. It was simply amazing, what mysteries were to be found beneath the shell of every living being.

All of sudden he jumped up.

He had known that something was amiss.

Those eyes, he had looked at. Those sinful, midnight eyes. Those eyes were anything else but an innocent servant maid's. And most important of all: They had held not the least trace of the green he had always connected with the eyes of the girl he knew as Winna.