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Hmmmm, so beautiful. He can feel her sexual energy building and knows her climax is on the way and he quits holding back and goes fast but not deep, wanting to share in her sweet release. Feeling it build stronger he goes faster and faster, knowing some stretching will need to be done each time at first. Svjorn stands and with all his mighty majesty and gives her a most wonderful gift. Then SMACK! right on her brown hued ass. The Persian beauty lets out a moan and he can feel her muscles tighten around in symphonic synchronicity, passions envolping his Danish dick… she slides back wanting to feel his full manhood and he understands grabbing her hips and ramming forward lifting up with the motion. Her svelte form so light for him to lift. Almost to the base now he is impressed with his new sweetheart and only serves to further endear her to him. He uses the catalyst of her energy and builds on that for his own, feeling his powerful manjuice cumming like an earthquake. He can’t take it anymore and grabs her and pulls his fucking luscious lover to him. He yells; “By Odin, take it good for me!!” He wraps his hand around her throat, letting her know the time is near. Then explodes deep inside her causing her aftershock orgasms and involuntary relfexes throughout her whole body. She needs a few moments to recover and Svjorn just runs his fingers along her back. “That’s my good girl.”
He lifts her up and kisses her beautiful brown lips. Her hair sweaty and a radiant smile on her face, the feeling of her afterglow warms his chilly skin. They both dip back down in the water and he tells her… “Now, time for breakfast, haahaha.” They enjoy the moment and she lays her head back on his chest as they sit on the pool’s ledge, her cradled between his legs. He starts getting hard again having her so close.
Kissing her neck, he runs his hands along her beautiful body. She sits up pretty for him, knowing he is admiring how lovely her beautiful form is. His throbbing cock and her luscious scent pushes him into overdrive and he grabs her hips and helps her slide back on his waiting cock. “Relax my sweet and spread for me; ” whispering in her ear as he slowly enters her ass. The warlord is gentle entering very slowly, the warm spring water making entry pleasant for them both with her tight ass easier to enter. When halfway in, he wraps his strong masculine arms around her succulently sexy skin. The contrast more noticable now between her light tan and his white skin tone. She slowly slides back and the slight discomfort gives way to passion’s and Svjorn’s grasp. He makes no motions with his hips and has no urge to ram or thrust. She feels so amazing sitting in his lap and welcoming him properly. “This is where you belong Persian.” He holds her close as she slowly bounces up and down on his strong cock. Her dance driving him wild with the most lusty of passions, he fights the impulses deep within and let’s her work her magic. He gets close to cumming and tells her between heaved breaths; “You’re fucking amazing.” His strong arms and chest pulling her closer. In the distance birds chirp…
She bats at him playfully with the edge of her towel as she dries off and he smiles, not content but happy. He watches her dry off and starts getting turned on again. Before anything can come of it he puts his loincloth and tunic on and grabs his boots. “Let’s get ready back in the village sexy.”
They made their way back to his place and both prepared for the morning’s feast. Najima was the picture of elegance in her dress but needed the bearskin shawl to keep warm. Svjorn also fetches some bearskin boots that fit her to keep her dainty feet warm. They arrive in the gathering hall and everyone welcomes Svjorn with hearty hugs and punches on the shoulder, as was their custom. Najima recieved pleasant and inquisitive smiles as Svjorn takes his place at the head of the table. He insists Najima sit next to him and she is overwhelmed. Nearly 50 folk were gathered for the celebration. Even though not even noon, several horns of mead were seen and this warmed Svjorn’s heart to have her near and see merriment.
“Kinfolk and countrymen, I want to thank you all for your brave and valiant efforts in Saxony. The silver we procured will help keep our families safe and provide for them back home.” Loud cheers erupt and some of the more untamed bang on the table in signs of agreement. Najima cannot help but notice how everyone looks up to Svjorn, even the most heathen looking of the group awaiting his words.
“Lest we forget those that were sent to Valhalla, let’s raise our horns in their memory!!” The revelers take on a more somber tone and those partaking of the mead raise their horns and drink heartily.
“On top of the silver cache, I was also gifted an exquisite jewel from Persia, this is Najima. You shall treat her as one of our own and extend to her your most reserved and deserving hospitality. She served as an advisor and her services will prove most useful in future campaigns.” Najima looks around the hall at all the faces, under guise of hood and playfully tugs at Svjorn with mention of her “services”. He smiles wide wondering if she would catch the pun.
“Now, let us drink and be merry. Time to celebrate!” Drums are hit in rhythmic unison as the hearthfire roars. Svjorn’s heart fills with joy, triumphant and amidst his people. He glances at Najima and she flashes an uncomfortable grin.
The feast consisted of roasted boar, venison, pheasant soup with leeks and cabbage and all the mead you could imagine. Svjorn’s table manners left some refinement to be desired by the Persian’s demure tastes but his etiquette was light years ahead of anyone at the long oaken table. Oddly enough, outside of their jovial demeanor and somewhat crude sense of humor, these were not barbarians at all. They just lived closer to the land and were more primal in nature. Najima euphemistically christened the difference; more natural.
Svjorn still hadn’t washed his beard and was tickled anytime he thought about it. Afterall, conditioner was good for it. Najima slowly became exhausted emotionally trying to contend with all of the new stimuli to take it and keeping her guard up. She whispered in Svjorn’s ear she wished to retire and he smiled warmly and said he understood. She made her way back to his cabin and laid her head down.
Svjorn was obliged to attend, at least until sunset, which was not far off. He drank two rounds of mead and told a story in remembrance of his fallen comrades and felt it time to retire himself. The merriment continued on as he left and this brought him joy to see his people enjoying life. He made his way through the snow back to his quarters and found Najima preparing a fire.
“Thank you for joining me, I know this must all be so overwhelming.”
“It’s no issue, the food was better than expected and if I am to be here for any length I should get to know your family, yes?” The fire is lit and taking form and she turns to Svjorn seated at a small table. “You see, since I was young I had very little family. My father was slain in battle with the Romans and my mother raised me as best she could.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Svjorn asks, trying to understand and be sympathetic.
“There is little to talk about to be honest, Dane. I’ve had little safety or security my whole life and fate has tossed me around like a leaf in the wind.”
“I’d hope you feel safe here and with me. There is nothing in this world that will come to harm you so long as you are close. Nothing in this world can best me, let alone challenge.”
The fire now flickering, Najima sits in the towering viking’s lap. Sitting down he is almost eye to eye with her. “I’ve seen many more winters than you princess, with each one comes lessons about life. Nobody knows what tomorrow holds but the best we can do is make the best of today.”
She turns to him and his words are so simple yet so true. “Would you care to learn how to see of what futures may be?”
“So long as you are the teacher, I would like to learn anything and do my best to understand.”
“Very well, the first thing to understand is that there are many currents and flows of both human sorts and of divine sorts.” She hops off his lap and pulls up another chair to the table and moves towards her belongings. “These currents are what shape the future. I can read these undertones and then attempt to decipher them but because of the sheer magnitude of variables, there is no way to directly see the future. Does this make sense?”
“Yes, it does. In my land, Odin shapes and guides the future and the old gods shape nature and the forest. Do your methods work here?” He cannot contain himself and leans over the table planting a kiss on her lips.
“Let’s focus on the matter at hand, shall we?”
“You mean your beautifully shaped lips??”
“Dane!!”
“Listening, all ears.”
Najima goes to her things with the intention of pulling out the tarot cards but comes across a crude chess set and board she bought from a traveling merchant in Stedgeford. The “board” was marked with the usual checkerboard on the back of a tanned elk hide but it was sufficient and was easy to carry, as it rolled up, almost like parchment. The pieces were crudely carved from oak and the darker pieces were stained with ash. The pawns looked like small bishops and the rooks were basically rectangular chunks but they would suffice. She took the board and small satchel the pieces were in and out then on the table.
“Since you are in such a playful mood, viking, I will teach you a game instead. Matters of the future… we can learn in time.”
Svjorn is enchanted and mesmerized by Najima. Everything she does is interesting and even the most mundane things are magical now. “Ahh, a game of skill or a game of chance?”
“This particular game is called chess… have you heard of it?”
“No, chest?”
“Chess, you might understand the concepts… everything hinges on capturing the king. Both sides start with an army. Any time a piece is defeated, they are removed from the game, capturing other’s pieces can help win but the ultimate goal is to trap the king in checkmate.”
“Why cannot I not just kill the king??”
“The king is the one piece that is not removed when captured… hence the need for checkmate. It is a game of strategy, not a game of force or strength. A crafty player can defeat a clever player and an aggressive opponent can best a conservative foe but being aggressive also opens the possibility of traps in rushing in without due diligence and planning.”
She goes on to explain the pieces and their movements, somewhat excited to play again and hoping his strategies on the battlefield convert to an apt opponent. Svjorn learns and concentrates on understanding.
“To make it interesting and to give you incentive, we will have to remove a piece of clothing with each piece captured.”
Svjorn like’s this game already… “Then what of the checkmate?”
“That is for the winner to decide. Ready?”
“Sounds like fun either way. Who goes first?
Svjorn has the first move and his strategy is just to take as many of her pieces as possible as quickly as possible thinking she will play less effectively in the nude.
The game progresses as expected, svjorn has one bracer and one boot off and Najima has her boots and two bangle bracelets removed. Svjorn knows if he can get one more piece her dress comes off…
“Check!” The plucky Persian smiles as her queen has his king in her crosshairs.
He moves his bishop diagonally to block.
She takes her queen in retreat to safer territory and this allows him to take another pawn. With her dress removed, her demeanor doesn’t change. She sits on her dress and looks at the viking with a coy grin.
His spirits rise as he sees the vision of sublime sensuality, not a single flaw on her entire body… but unfortunately for him his brain quits working after Najima playfully spreads her legs.
By Odin… the lusty warlord thinks to himself. She employs unfair tactics!! Trying to concentrate now on capturing her king but he sees the flaw in his strategy, moving his rook.
Her queen from across the board takes another pawn… “Checkmate Dane.”
“This seems hardly fair.” Svjorn says, resigned and bested. Svjorn removes his tunic and his loincloth can do nothing to hide his aroused interests in this new game.
“By the looks of things, it’s fairly hard.” Najima places one foot up on table so he can see fully. “But we both win. I want as my prize all your primal passion unleashed and untamed. I want real viking hospitality…” Her mind drifting to the springs and his sweet strength.
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