Taming the Widow Page 2

  Grim squeezed her breasts and uttered a low string of sounds, probably curses, as he heaved against her. But again, he stopped suddenly and looked down at her, tracing her lips with his fingers. Sybil’s heart pounded with fear. If he was thinking what she was, she would certainly choke. Grim drew his fingertip between her lips and along her teeth, then met her eyes. He ran the pad of his thumb over her lower teeth, then winked and shook his head. He forced his thumb deep into her mouth, and by instinct, she sucked, tasting the salt of her own desire.

  Grim moaned. “Yes,” he said. He leaned over her, closing his fingers around that brutal cock of his, and nudged her mouth with it. Hesitantly, Sybil reached up and touched his prick, drawing her fingertips along the veined shaft. Grim groaned and thrust his hips, his manhood sliding beneath her palm. Knowing what he wanted, she held it more tightly and guided that engorged head to her mouth, stretching her lips around it. Grim gasped and fell forward, holding himself above her with his palms against the hearth. Sybil drew her tongue along the thick slit at the apex of his cock and was rewarded with a hard jerk as Grim invaded her mouth the same way he had her cunt. She held his cock in both hands in an attempt to keep him from pushing himself all the way down her throat, but his hips were so powerful.

  She gagged as he fucked her mouth, grasping his shaft so tight that she was surprised he didn’t hit her.

  Thomas would have.

  But Grim pulled back a little, looking down at her face. He tempered his thrusts, still filling her mouth and making her jaw ache, but allowing her to breathe. She could feel the frenzy building inside him, the uncontrollable wave of lust. She pulled one of her hands from his cock to fondle his balls, heavy and tight. With one glance at his face, she made one hard slide of her tongue along his shaft before pulling her mouth away from it. He let out a frustrated growl and reached down to grab her hair, but she quickly licked her way down the rigid column of his flesh to suck one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it along her tongue. Grim sighed and wove his fingers tighter into her hair, pressing his hips against her face, like he needed to rut. The noises coming from his throat were harsh and animal. Something about them made her tremble with lust of her own. As he pulled himself loose and thrust his cock between her lips again, Sybil reached down, unable to quell the need. Grim froze with his cock nudging the back of her throat. He looked over his shoulder at her hand, poised to dip between her legs.

  And he laughed. Sybil’s cheeks burned.

  He dismounted her like he might a horse and let his pants fall to his ankles, then dropped to his knees, his thighs on either side of her head, facing her feet. With an amused growl, he dove onto her, his cock bouncing against her face as he buried his tongue in her cunt. Sybil’s scream was stifled as he jammed his prick down her throat again. They became one writhing beast, his thick, wicked tongue sliding into her drenched cleft while she relaxed her throat and accepted his dominating thrusts as deep as she could take them.

  He probed all along her nether regions, and Sybil gasped as she felt him pressing at her forbidden hole. She tried to squirm away, but his powerful hands encircled her thighs and pressed her knees wide. Sybil had never been touched there before, and it filled her with a thrilling, dirty feeling. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Osanna let men do this to her, if she spread her legs and let men fuck every hole she had. Sybil felt hot and wanton, crushed and possessed. She could barely breathe. Her tits bumped against Grim’s tight stomach as he bucked hard into her mouth. His tongue fluttered and rubbed the tight knot of pleasure at the top of her cunt, and Sybil squealed at the sensation, becoming frenzied. He did it again and again as the feeling devoured her, turned her into an animal desperate for slaughter. Her nose filled with the scent of fucking.

  Grim raised his head and spit on his fingers again, then rubbed at her back hole. Sybil clenched against the merciless invasion, but she wasn’t strong enough, and his finger sank into her hole as he fucked her cunt with his tongue. Tears started in her eyes at the odd mixture of pain and pleasure, of dirtiness and ecstasy, of helplessness and awakening. He pushed his thick finger deep at the same time he flexed his hips, gagging her. He had raided her village, and now he was pillaging her entire body, leaving nothing sacrosanct, nothing untouched or undisturbed. He was staking his claim on her entire self, and she would never recover. She was suffocating beneath the awful pressure of his shaft, cringing at the pain-pleasure of his finger deep in her ass, throbbing with the ecstasy of his tongue flicking her hot, rigid nub.

  Grim pulled his finger from her ass and flipped her over with one powerful wrench of his hands. She landed face first on the fur, which now reeked of her sweat. Grim kicked her knees wide and clamped his hand over the back of her neck. With the other, he reached over to the pot sitting on the hearth, where the cooper had been frying his dinner right before the attack. Grim’s fingers came up thick with grease, and Sybil struggled against him as he rubbed it against her ass. She had heard of this kind of thing, this kind of forbidden, awful thing, and her heart kicked hard against her breast as if trying to escape. She fought to free herself as Grim penetrated her with his finger again, using his other fingers to stroke her cunt, still pulsing with need.

  Grim whispered dark, harsh words to her in that terrifying language as he pressed the round head of his cock to her nether hole.

  “No, please!” Sybil cried. “Please--” Her words were cut off by her strangled scream as he shoved himself into her. The pain was incredible, rending and stretching her. She couldn’t breathe as he continued his violation, pushing deeper and deeper.

  “Shhh,” he whispered, stroking her hip as if she were a mare.

  Sybil gritted her teeth and moaned. She had never felt such pressure. She imagined that this was what it might feel like to give birth. So owned that she couldn’t possibly escape, paralyzed by the feeling. Grim braced himself above her with one hand and fondled her tit, pinching her nipple as he bucked gently against her ass. Then he reached down and stroked her cunt, showing her a rare kind of mercy, allowing her body to grow loose and accustomed to his enormous cock. Sybil pressed her face into the fur as Grim took hold of her hips, slowly drawing his shaft out of her ass. She trembled in fear as his fingers curled over the swells of her flesh. And then she shrieked as he slid into her again, less painful this time but just as overwhelming. Grim chose a short, hard rhythm, holding her in a tight grip as she fisted handfuls of the fur and cried with the odd, terrible, all-consuming penetration.

  He groaned and rutted against her while she panted, her tits swinging beneath her. And like a cow that licks the hand of its farmer just before he cuts her throat, Sybil reached between her legs to stroke herself, stoking the fire within her body--the one Grim had set tonight. His thrusts became erratic and brutal, and were it not for the grease, Sybil was sure it would be the worst kind of torture. But because of her desire, and the slick of grease, and his spit, he slid into her yielding body as if it had been made to accept him. Every time he shoved his massive cock into her, she sank her fingers into her cunt, far past caring what a good wife might do, what a grieving widow should do, what a decent woman ought to do. She was a dirty whore, a Viking’s plaything, a wanton slut being fucked in the ass by the man who had killed her pig of a husband.

  “More,” she begged, then clamped her lips shut.

  Grim laughed and fucked her harder, making his thrusts longer and deeper. Sybil felt as if she was splitting apart. His fingers tangled in her wheat-colored tresses, and he wrenched her up onto her knees, bowing her back. His whiskery, salty mouth covered hers, and his tongue plunged between her lips. This was in and of itself a kind of claiming, a kind of fucking, with his cock rammed up her nether hole and his hard fingers closed over her tit. He jerked his hips until she felt like her spine might snap. His tongue stroked hers. And then he released her, letting her fall forward as he resumed pounding her. Sybil didn’t have the strength to hold herself up beneath the frenzied impacts, and so she lay limp, her a
ss in the air, her cheek against the fur, tears dripping off her nose. She didn’t know why she was crying--she had so many reasons, but couldn’t choose. Her body was a tangle of conflicting signals, and her mind was peeling away, revealing the raw, primitive creature dwelling beneath.

  Grim leaned over her and forced his fingers into her cunt while slamming into her ass. Sybil let go of all her fears, too weak to grasp them, and gave herself up to the feeling. No more thinking. Grim’s fingers delved deep and so did his cock, and Sybil felt him touch something inside her that Thomas never had. As the fucking continued, she felt Grim stroke it, awaken it, bring it to life. It clung to every thrust, mewled at every withdrawal, and cheered with every return, every claiming. Her cunt hummed with it, and her ass tingled. It soaked Grim’s fingers and smeared across her thighs and lower belly. It purred as Grim muttered harsh, breathless words she couldn’t understand. On and on, higher and higher, winding tight.

  Until finally, it shattered her. The feeling clenched inside of her, hard, her body spasming around his cock as she screamed. The pleasure rolled up from the center of her, through her chest and down her legs. Her whole body shook with it. Grim shook with it, too. He slammed into her one more time and moaned. Deep inside her, she felt the hot spurt of his seed. And then he collapsed on top of her, crushing her to the floor.

  Sybil felt his heart pounding against her spine. It was such a vulnerable, intimate thing, his prick still inside her, his sweaty chest pressed to her back, his hot breath fanning across her cheek. She closed her eyes as another tear slipped free. Not because this had happened.

  Because she had liked it.

  And now he would leave, and she would have to live with the memory of it.

  When Grim pushed himself up to his knees and pulled out of her, she hid her face in her hands and shivered. Her gown, now a robe gaping around her used, spent body, slid across her back and covered her. His seed dribbled from her ass and trickled down her thigh. Still panting, Grim laced his pants, put on his belt, and pulled on his shirt. And then he stood next to the fur, looking down at her.

  Sybil waited for him to leave.

  Instead he knelt by her side and grasped her arms, pulling her to her knees. Surprised, she gazed up into his face. A handsome face, she admitted to herself. The beautiful face of the devil.

  “Sybil,” he said.

  She blinked at him. And then, slowly, hesitantly, she reached up and touched his face, laying her palm on his cheek and feeling his rough beard tickling her fingers. “Grim,” she whispered, her throat tight with goodbyes and regrets.

  Something flared in his eyes, like a signal fire. “Come,” he said, pulling her to her feet.

  She leaned against him, her legs unable to hold her up, and looked down at her body, marked with bruises and old scars from Thomas, and new red marks from Grim. Funny how she felt different about those, strangely triumphant. “Come?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Mine.” Then he scooped her into his arms. “Come.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his massive, rock-hard shoulder, sighing. Exhausted. Aching. Filthy. But more hopeful than she’d been in years.

  Grim kicked the door of the ransacked cottage open with one strike of his booted foot and strode into the night, carrying his conquered prize back to the ship.

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