Slave Raid (rustic8 & *~CoraJayne~*)

[rustic8]

The coastal waters were shrouded in mist as the long ships made there way through the choppy sea toward the village just beyond the fog. Five sleek ships raced through the water with a score of men each at the oars, trying to add speed to the striped square sails that billowed out with the wind. Rothgar, the chief, stood at the bow of his ship, his hand clutching the neck of the dragon head that rose in a great curve above him. His face, though handsome, was harsh and determined. And unlike most of his crew, he did not wear a long beard. As they approached the bay, his long, blonde hair whipped over his shoulders so that he had to hold his locks away from his eyes. Presently, he leaned forward a bit and squinted into the mist. The dense white cloud suddenly parted and Harald looked back at his men with a broad smile and waved his crew forward. Behind and beside them the other long boats raced each other to the shore. The captains of each boat signaled for their men to be silent in order to gain the most surprise. Still, it was not long before the clacking of the oars echoed across the harbor, and on the beach and higher ground, men and women could be seen running for the hills, or dashing to retrieve their weapons. Rothgar's face beamed with intense excitement as he prepared to leap from the ship when the hull came to a grinding halt in the sand.

 

[*~CoraJayne~*]

Princess Gisele had been asleep when she first heard the noise. The princess rushed from her tent, holing her robe around herself tightly as she looked out at the bay. The Northmen were invading her shores. There had been rumors about them, and she'd prepared her forces for them. But they were outnumbered easily. Gisele's sharp features turned angry, and she began to bark orders at her men. The Princess returned to her tent and pulled on a thick dress before grabbing her sword. They would need all the help they could get, despite her men trying to shut her into her tent.

 

[rustic8]

Rothgar was a bit surprised at the way the villagers hit the beach running. He wondered if they had a clue that they would be massacred by a force that outnumbered them three to one, and that was just how he liked it. A week on the open sea had left him and the crews hungry for booty and maiden ass. He thought about this as he closed the distance between his ship and the shore...he would fight like a berserker in order to get the choice maiden or two. The spoils were not a problem for him, though, as his share was that of a chieftain's.

Once all five of the longships hit the beach, villagers fell immediately in large numbers, but not a few Vikings were felled by the stronger and more adept of the defenders, of which, surprisingly, was a woman of hardy character and awe inspiring strength and skill. She was laying waste to a handful of Rothgar's men as she swung a fine sword about her. Smiling lustily, while sickened by his inept warriors, Rothgar let out a battle cry and ran full force into the fray, knocking his men aside and engaging the worthy wench himself.

Princess Gisele had been asleep when she first heard the noise. The princess rushed from her tent, holing her robe around herself tightly as she looked out at the bay. The Northmen were invading her shores. There had been rumors about them, and she'd prepared her forces for them. But they were outnumbered easily. Gisele's sharp features turned angry, and she began to bark orders at her men. The Princess returned to her tent and pulled on a thick dress before grabbing her sword. They would need all the help they could get, despite her men trying to shut her into her tent.

 

[*~CoraJayne~*]

Gisele was one of the last to go in and fight, and she would defend until her last breath. Her friends and countrymen lay dead at her feet, but there was no time for mourning. The leader, a tall, dirty man with blonde hair caught her eye, and she glared at him once he came at her. The Princess fought long and hard. There was no way she would let him take her without a fight. She was sure to land blows on his. Gisele wanted him to feel the pain he was inflicting on her and her people.

 

[rustic8]

Rothgar's eyes grew wide and his heart raced as the wench he had engaged in sword play put up quite a fight. Her drive to protect her people - for she was certainly the leader - made her not only dangerous, but desirable to the towering Viking who parried her blows, but not successfully enough to avoid her blade totally. As he warded off her attacks he took in her appearance and found she was too his liking in every way. Even in the midst of their heated battle - or perhaps, because of it - Rothgar felt his cock swelling, and three weeks jacking off at sea left him with a desire that gave him enormous strength of will.

Acknowledging his worthy opponent with a nod and a wink, he wasted no more time, but with the next arcing swing of her blade, he dove in under it and tackled the hearty wench to the sand. His first mate quickly dislodged her sword from her hand and Rothgar flipped her onto her stomach. Squeezing and smacking her ass, he smiled up the the men who were now standing about admiring his victory. "She'll do," he said with a laugh.