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Taken By The Vikings
by Isabel Dare
The moon was just clearing the horizon when Edric pushed his small fishing boat into the water.
It was a beautiful night, calm, clear, and still.
The wooden prow of his boat felt slick and wet under his hands, and he pushed harder, putting
his back into it, until he felt the sandy ground under her keel give way.
As soon as she floated, he swung himself aboard easily, wet to the thighs.
The other fishermen of his village were at home asleep; they would not risk coming out at night,
for fear of sailing onto the reef of craggy rocks just beyond the entrance of the bay. The older men
were cautious, and the younger men were afraid.
Edric did not share their fear. He had sailed these waters since he was a boy, and he thought he
could challenge the reef with his eyes closed if he had to. On a clear moonlit night, with barely a cloud
in the sky, it felt like child s play to him.
Gliding over the smooth surface of the calm, sheltered bay, he rowed out to its mouth, where the
rocks stood up like jagged teeth.
Here, the water was rougher, choppy, the waves breaking over the rocks in unpredictable
patterns.
Edric steered his boat between two of the biggest teeth, sliding through on the crest of a wave,
and then he was out on the open sea.
He hoisted his sail and kept a hand on the tiller, guiding his small vessel to where he hoped to
find a school of fish.
When he looked back to the shore, there wasn t a light to be seen. His small village was
completely invisible in the dark, and it felt as though he was alone in the world.
Edric relaxed, enjoying the wind in his hair, the stars coming out above him, the smooth easy
motion of his boat, and the fresh clean sea air.
The village could be stifling at times: the old men and women did nothing but gossip and tell
cautionary tales, and the handful of young men tried to outdo each other, bragging about their amazing
fishing hauls, their physical strength, their bravery, flaunting their skill in front of the women.
And yet, Edric thought, none of them would come out with me tonight. They tried to hide their
fear, of course, calling Edric crazy for venturing out this far, this late.
Edric knew, deep in his heart, that it wasn t for the fishing that he went out so late. He had only
himself, his mother, and a tiny baby sister to support, and what he brought in during the day was more
than enough for the three of them. When he had a good catch, he would bring some of it to the old men
and women who could no longer fish for themselves.
None of Edric s age-mates had ever traveled farther than the next village along the coast.
Neither had Edric. But he wanted to; oh, how he wanted to. He wanted to see the world. He
wanted to find out what lay beyond this stretch of coast. Most of all, he didn t want to grow old and
bent without ever having seen the sun come up in a strange country.
Going out alone at night satisfied the smallest part of that urge. The world felt different at night,
strange and dangerous. Sometimes, in the distance, he would see a whale spouting, the fountain of
water from its blowhole luminous against the dark sea.
He peered down into the water rushing along the sides of the boat, and soon he saw the first
fishes flashing their silver bellies as they sped away from under him.
Time to throw out the nets.
Edric straightened up, then paused, startled.
Away toward the east, he saw a long, low shape outlined against the silver of the moon. Dark,
sleek, and closing on him fast.
Another ship.
Not a fishing vessel, nor any kind of trading ship he had ever seen.
Then the wind turned slightly, and he saw the serpent shape of its great beaked prow.
Vikings.
Panic rose in Edric s throat, his pulse fluttering like a moth s wing.
He had heard the stories of Viking raids. Everyone had, and people crossed themselves at the
mere mention of their name. The tales were endless, and horrifying; stories of houses set on fire,
monasteries sacked and burned, thefts of cattle and gold. There were even tales of men and women
who had been stolen like cattle, to be sold as slaves, or raped roughly on board and then thrown over
the side, their throats slit from ear to ear.
Edric swallowed. It was hard to believe that any men could be so cruel.
So far his village had escaped the notice of the Viking raiding parties, and everyone said it was
because they were too small, too poor, or because they were protected by the reef.
But this Viking raider ship was headed toward the coast, and if they kept their current course,
they would sail straight for the bay. Straight for the huts of his village, where the villagers slept,
unknowing of their fate. Where his mother lay on a straw-stuffed pallet, his little sister close beside
her.
Edric couldn t outsail the Vikings; they were running before the wind, while he was tacking
against it. He couldn t warn his village in time. And even if he could, what good would it do? They
were fishermen, not trained fighters.
Suddenly, Edric felt calm overtake his panic.
No matter what happened to him, he would try to help his people. The gods had sent him out
tonight for a reason, and he would heed their call.
He would stop this.
His hand clenched hard on the tiller, and he adjusted his course, sailing toward the other ship on
a bowline.
As he saw the huge dark shape grow closer, Edric silently thanked his little fishing boat for its
tight handling, its ability to sail so close against the wind. He tried to gain as much speed as possible,
which was not easy with the wind set against him, and aimed the prow of his boat toward the other
ship s stern.
They closed on each other with great speed.
Drifting toward him from the Viking ship, Edric could hear low voices, the clank of metal, the
gurgle of water rushing away on either side of its high prow, which was carved into the likeness of a
biting dragon s head.
Nobody seemed to have noticed him yet.
Closer and closer, and then his boat rammed the stern of the Viking ship in a splintering crash.
Edric was thrown backwards and into the sea as his fishing boat disintegrated under him.
He sank. Water filled his ears, dragged at his clothes. It felt like the sea gods were trying to haul
him down, down toward the bottom of the sea.
Edric struggled. He was not a good swimmer, but panic and desperation lent him strength, and he
managed to get his head above water.
What he saw was beyond his hopes. The sacrifice of his beloved fishing boat had not been in
vain.
The wooden side of the Viking vessel was marred by a great hole, half above and half below the
waterline, and the ship was taking on water.
Men hung over the sides, shouting and cursing at him. They were strange-looking, giant
creatures, with hair bleached to the color of shell-sand.
Then he saw the men throwing something toward him, something bulky that unfolded further as
it came closer to the water.
A fishing net.
Edric tried to dive, to escape, but the net was all around him, sinking. It was weighed down with
bits of lead, and its weight was taking him into the deep.
Enmeshed in the coils of rope, he struggled desperately for air. Salt water rushed into his mouth,
and he coughed, swallowing more stinging water, and choked.
This is the end, he thought dimly.
Then he felt himself rising, water streaming from his clothes.
They were hauling him in.
Half drowned, gasping and coughing, he collapsed onto the deck of the longboat. The fishing net
was twisted about him, and rough hands untangled him ungently, the hemp ropes raising welts on his
sodden skin.
Edric didn t care. At the moment, all he cared about was breathing.
 I don t think much of your haul, Ogleif, a hoarse voice said, followed by laughter.  Might as
well throw him back, he s not grown yet.
A tall shape bent over him, blotting out the moonlight, and a huge hand hauled him upright.
Edric stood, wobbling, and looked about him.
The longboat was full of warriors, grim giants with bleached hair and beards. They were all at
least half a head taller than he was, and their faces were strange: blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and fierce to
look upon. They were dressed in leg wraps, tunics, wool cloaks and sheepskin coats. Some of their
clothes were dyed in outlandish colors, and they wore more jewelry than Edric had ever seen upon a
man in his life; gold and silver arm rings, heavy golden torcs around their necks, and carved beads of
bone and amber.
Edric was one of the tallest young men in his village, but among these men he suddenly felt like
a child among elders. It didn t help that they were all armed, carrying big sheathed swords and double-
headed axes that gleamed in the moonlight.
 Hodr, Knud, stop staring and get that leak fothered, a huge voice roared behind him, and some
men rushed off to obey.
Edric dared to sneak a glance toward the dark coastline, and saw that the longboat had lost some
way after he had rammed it. Not much, but enough that the Vikings wouldn t reach the bay now, not
unless they tacked into the wind. If they kept their current course, his village would be safe.
Edric s shoulders sagged. That was a huge relief. Now, all he had to worry about was himself.
Turning around, Edric s eyes widened as he stared at the man giving the orders, the man who had
hauled him upright so effortlessly.
The other Vikings were huge.
This man& this man was a giant.
He towered over Edric, his arms crossed over his chest, staring him down. His long, thick braids
were as white as salt, framing a square-jawed, strong face with the most piercing sky-blue eyes Edric
had ever seen. His shoulders were broad and muscled, his arms thick as masts, and his legs were like
tree trunks, tightly bound in linen wraps.
Edric swallowed down a sudden rush of arousal that took him by complete surprise. Even in his
current perilous situation, he had to admit that this man was the most magnificent human being he had
ever seen.
Sometimes, he had looked at his age-mates, wondering if they felt the same urges as he did. It
seemed that most of them were content to play with the young women of the village, teasing them,
catching at their braids, trying to feel under their skirts.
Edric had never wanted any of the young women for himself; he had been more interested in
some of the young men, especially Adron, a tall rangy fellow with an easy smile. But Adron had never
given him any sign of interest in return.
And this man& this Viking& stirred him more than Adron ever had. Adron was like a young
willow, supple and lithe, whereas this man was as mighty as an oak. Edric wanted to fall to his knees
and worship him.
 What s your name? the giant asked him in heavily accented Saxon.
 Edric, he said, managing to bring it out without stuttering.
 Good, the giant Viking said, with a cruel curve of his lips that looked far too grim to be a
smile.  That s the last time you ll ever hear it spoken out loud, thrall.
What?
Abruptly, the reality of Edric s situation came rushing back. He was alone, in the midst of
enemies, and he had just tried to sink their ship.
Thrall. That meant slave. That meant& oh gods& that they would either kill him or sell him.
Edric had heard tales of those who were sold on the auction block, of slaves who were marked
with hot iron brands, tortured by their new owners or worked to death in the mines. On the whole, it
might be an easier fate to just throw himself overboard.
 You plan to sell me? he asked, firming his chin and looking up at the Viking towering over
him.
The man s expression changed just a little, as if he was surprised that Edric dared to address
him.
 You re lucky we don t kill you, for what you did to the ship, the big man said. His voice was
very deep, a bass rumble that resonated through his broad, hard-muscled chest.
Edric swallowed hard.  I& I think I would prefer that, actually. To being sold.
The man smiled slightly, and the other men gave a roar of laughter.
 You hear that? a man in a black sheepskin coat yelled.  He would prefer us not to sell him.
Little fisher boy s got some balls.
 We can take care of that for him, someone with a long forked beard said, to more laughter.
Edric didn t even want to know if the man meant killing him or castrating him.
 That s enough, the big Viking said, and the laughter stopped.  How s the leak coming, Hodr?
he yelled forward, to where the two men were working near the hole, wrestling with a folded sail to
use as a stopgap.
 Working on it, Thorvald! Hodr yelled back.  Could use some help bailing!
The big man - Thorvald - nodded and sent more men forward with one easy motion of his hand.
Clearly, this was the leader, and the one who would decide Edric s fate. Be sold or be killed.
What choice was that? There had to be another way out.
Edric took a deep, shuddering breath, and sunk to his knees in front of the big man, looking up at
him in hope and fear.
Thorvald looked down, frowning.  What s this?
 I& would pleasure you, Edric said, trying hard to keep his voice firm. These men admired
courage, not weakness. And this& it was either the bravest thing he had ever done, or the craziest.  If
you give me my freedom in exchange.
There was a pause. Edric didn t look away from Thorvald s fierce, icy blue eyes, but he sensed
the other men listening intently all around them.
 I see, Thorvald said, and that same grim smile curved his lips.  You think there is a bargain to
be made, here, do you? You think you re at the market, selling fish?
Edric didn t know how to respond.  No, I -
 And do you have experience pleasuring men?
Thorvald s fierce eyes watched him grimly, and Edric knew he could not lie to this man. Not if
he wished to live.
 No, he said quietly.  I do not. He had heard some stories, boasts, filthy tales told at night, but
that was all.
 Or women?
Edric swallowed, feeling the blush rise to his cheeks.  No.
There was a hush of indrawn breath from the men all around them.
A gruff voice said,  A virgin boy brings double price on the block, and someone else capped it
with,  A virgin boy brings double pleasure on my cock!
Laughter erupted again from the men around them, and Edric shuddered. He didn t look away
from Thorvald s eyes. His life, his future lay in this man s hands.
 Ogleif, Thorvald said,  Bring me a strap.
Ogleif, a burly, broad shouldered man with a reddish beard, began rummaging in a sea chest,
then returned to Thorvald with a leather strap in his hand. It had a buckle on one end.
Thorvald took it from him, bent down, and buckled the strap around Edric s neck.
Edric was too surprised to protest. The thick leather sat smoothly around his throat; Thorvald
had closed it tight, but not so tight that he couldn t breathe.
 That is your slave collar, thrall, Thorvald said.  If you live to see our shores, I ll have the
blacksmith hammer an iron collar around your throat, but this will do for now. Bend your head.
For a moment, Edric just kept staring at him, too stunned to follow his meaning, but then a heavy
fist swung into the side of his head.
 He said, bend your fucking head, Ogleif growled at him, drawing back his fist for another
blow.
Edric hurriedly bent his head, feeling the leather collar dig into his throat.
Someone grabbed his hair from behind, and Edric gulped. He heard the snick of a sharp blade
being drawn from its sheath, and then feathery clouds of dark hair began raining down around him.
Ogleif was cutting his hair.
It was so strange - all these men had long hair, beards, braids. Why would they cut his hair?
The answer came to him in a rush of chilly comprehension. Because I m not one of them. And
they want everyone to know that, as soon as they see me.
The stiff leather of the collar around his neck reminded him that he was not supposed to ask
questions. He was a thrall.
When Ogleif had finished, he dragged Edric s head up for Thorvald to inspect.
 That will do, Thorvald said, looking faintly bored.
The new, short crop made Edric feel strange, like a sheep that had been shorn. The deck around
him was full of drifts of dark hair.
 Thrall, Thorvald said, and Edric s attention snapped back to the giant Viking.  I do not make
bargains. However, I will make you a promise.
Edric waited, holding his breath.
 If you pleasure me and do a good job of it, I promise you will live out the rest of this day.
Edric s mouth fell open. Live out the day? That was Thorvald s idea of a promise? And he
wanted Edric to pleasure him& right now?
When he made his crazy offer, Edric had thought vaguely of Thorvald leading him to a private
place, where he could touch the big man and worship him in all the ways he had heard about, without
anyone seeing them.
Clearly, he had not thought it through. There were no private places on board this ship. It was
open to the winds and rain, there was no cabin or hold, and there was no privacy anywhere. Edric
couldn t imagine how the Viking men lived like this for weeks on end.
With a gulp of fear, he watched the big man begin to unbuckle his belt. It was a tough leather
belt, with a silver buckle in the shape of a serpent. Two large sheathed knives hung from it, a silent
threat.
The belt loosened, and Thorvald reached into his trousers and drew out his stiff cock.
Edric stared at it and swallowed involuntarily. He couldn t look away.
All the men around him, the danger he was in, all of it seemed much less important than this, the
first time he would ever touch another man s bare cock.
He had seen men aroused before, but he had never seen a prick this big. It fit the size of this
man; it was as huge as the rest of him, thick, long and heavy. And it was even wet already, a little drop
of moisture pearling at the tip.
Oh gods. And he wants me to use my mouth& on that& in front of all of them.
Edric took a deep breath. Then, tentatively, amazed at his own daring, he stuck out his tongue
and licked at the very tip of that huge cock.
A salt sea-tang exploded on his tongue, with a hint of bitterness.
I m tasting another man s cock, Edric thought, dazed, and a shiver of desire shuddered up his
spine. I am licking a Viking s cock.
If anyone from the village could see him now, they would curse him for a wanton, a traitor, a
lover of men. But I saved you, he pleaded mentally, imagining their stern looks, their words of
condemnation. His mother s - no, he could not think about his mother, not right now.
As Edric faltered, Thorvald made an impatient noise and grabbed at Edric s hair. He wound his
fingers into his shorn curls to get a good grip, then thrust his cock deep into Edric s open mouth.
 Nnngh! Edric protested, choking, his eyes watering. Thorvald s cock was not even halfway
into his mouth, and already the size of him made Edric feel faint. He could barely breathe, and his jaw
felt stretched and strange.
 In case you were wondering, you are not doing a good job so far, Thorvald told him in a
sardonic tone of voice.
Ogleif guffawed, some of the other men laughed, and Edric felt a hot rush of rage and shame boil
up to redden his cheeks.
Thorvald was toying with him, damn it. Humiliating him on purpose. He knew that Edric had
never done this before. And he had to know that his tool was bigger than ordinary men s, and more
difficult to deal with.
The anger helped him focus, strangely enough. He would do a good job of this. He would make
Thorvald come, even if he had to dislocate his jaw to do it.
Determined, Edric opened his mouth wider, dropped his jaw, and tried to cover his teeth with his
lips. If he bit Thorvald, he might live out the day, but he was pretty sure it wouldn t be in comfort.
Then he tried to move his tongue, which felt trapped under the weight of that huge cockhead.
Thorvald groaned. A long, low, animal sound that made Edric s belly draw tight with confused
longing.
Oh, Edric thought, stunned. Oh. So that is what it is like to make a man feel pleasure. That deep,
barely audible groan had gone straight to his own cock, and he felt it leap and twitch beneath his
breeches.
Instinctively, he began sucking on Thorvald s cock. His cheeks hollowed with the effort, and all
his focus narrowed down to this one thing.
Warm cock in his mouth, salt on his tongue, the musky male scent of Thorvald s arousal in his
nostrils - it was his entire world.
He was making a lot of noise, Edric thought dimly; slurping, smacking noises, the hitching gasps
of his breaths, when he remembered to take them, and an occasional, involuntary  mmm of startled
appreciation.
Thorvald was making noise, too, though: low growls and moans in that deep bass voice, that
Edric felt thrumming through his entire body. And somewhere farther off, registering at the edge of
Edric s attention, the men surrounding them were cheering them on, yelling things he didn t
understand, strange Viking swearwords and obscenities.
Edric sucked hard, his eyes half-closed, his body shivering with arousal, and hoped that the earth
would not swallow him when he was done. Were the gods watching? Would they punish him, or would
they understand?
Thorvald was no longer still; he was thrusting, moving his cock deeper and sliding it out again
over Edric s wet lips, steering Edric by his firm grip on his hair.
After a while, Edric dared to reach up a hand and wrap it around the remaining length of
Thorvald s cock. It seemed only fair, since he could not get it deeper into his mouth without choking
horribly.
He began stroking Thorvald s cock in rhythm with his sucking, pulling with his hand and his lips
and his mouth, until it felt like he pulled a deep groan from Thorvald s mouth with every stroke.
The hand on top of his head was shaking. It could not be long now, Edric thought with a hazy
sense of regret.
He swirled his tongue over the heavy, leaking head of Thorvald s cock, tasting that salt tang,
swallowing every drop of it eagerly.
Then he clamped his hand tighter around Thorvald s girth, stripping his cock, and Thorvald s fist
clenched in his hair until it felt like he would pull it out by the roots.
A low groan, and Thorvald was coming.
Edric felt that big cock leap against his tongue, and then the first jet of come hit the roof of his
mouth, followed by more and more. It felt like it would never end; he swallowed hungrily, licking his
lips to get every last drop.
When Thorvald finally relaxed his grip on Edric s head, Edric felt content. The salt-bitter taste
of Thorvald s seed burned on his tongue, and his jaw ached, but he had done it. He had made this giant
Viking come, with only his hand and mouth, and the gods had not struck him down.
Thorvald s cock slipped out of his mouth, and the big man s hand lifted from his head.
As Edric looked up at him, a trickle of come slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he licked
at it.
 He wants more, Ogleif said, slapping Thorvald on the shoulder with a bellow of a laugh.
 Looks to me like your thrall is cock-hungry, and you didn t feed him well enough!
Thorvald s ice-blue eyes gazed down at Edric. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but
Edric thought he could detect a spark of satisfaction there.
 You did well, Thorvald said at last, the rumble of his deep voice sending shivers through
Edric.  Today, you may live.
Edric nodded, numb. He should not have hoped for anything more. Thorvald was letting him
live, and by sacrificing himself and his boat, he had saved his village. That was something, sure
enough. It should be everything, but it wasn t. Not anymore.
Why should Thorvald care about the effect he was having on his captive s mind and body? Why
should Thorvald want to touch him, even if Edric s body screamed for it?
Edric bent his head submissively, releasing himself from that intent, icy gaze that seemed to
measure him and find him wanting.
 Thorvald, Ogleif said, and Edric sneaked a glance from under his lashes. Even Ogleif s burly,
broad-shouldered form seemed diminished next to Thorvald, but he would still be reckoned a huge
man in Edric s village.
 Hmm? Thorvald said, then seemed to focus abruptly on his comrade.  What?
 Seems to me, Ogleif said in a slow drawl,  that your cock-hungry thrall, here, needs to be
broken to bridle. I believe the men would like a taste of him, too.
Thorvald s salt-white brows drew down in an impressive scowl.  And by the  the men you mean
yourself, I suppose?
Ogleif didn t seem cowed at all.  I mean all of us, as you should know. We ve always held to the
old law of share and share alike on this ship. You own the ship and get your first go at the thrall, that s
only fair. But how about the rest of us?
 Aye, several men growled from behind Ogleif s back, and a nasal voice said,  It ll be a good
while before we reach any part of this misbegotten, poxed coast that s worth plundering, and the thrall
has cost us hours of sailing. Don t see why he shouldn t pay us back a little.
Thorvald let out a long breath, and his chin firmed.  Very well, he said, and there was a general
cheer.
Edric felt the blood rush from his face.
Offering to pleasure Thorvald was one thing, but being made general sport of was something
else. This horde of huge, burly men would tear him apart and then throw him overboard when they
were done. All his earlier excitement was gone, transmuted into terror.
 No, please&  he whispered, shaking.
 Everyone gets a share, Thorvald said loudly, almost as if he was drowning out Edric s whisper
on purpose. His white brows were set in a fierce frown.  Nobody gets to maim the thrall. He could
bring a good price, so keep him alive, aye?
 Aye, the men agreed, a fierce deep-voiced chorus.
 Right then, Ogleif growled. Abruptly, he kicked Edric so that he stumbled forward, falling
onto his hands and knees on the wooden deck.  Thrall, bare your arse.
Edric obeyed awkwardly, apprehension making his hands shake. He finally managed to tug his
breeches down around his ankles, leaving his naked behind stuck up in the air.
 Nice, someone said.  Look at that pink little arse, he s got the skin of a girl.
 Let s see if he likes to get fucked like a girl, then. More laughter.
Edric closed his eyes in shame and fear. They were looking at him, at his backside, examining
him as if he was a pig at a fair.
Ogleif grabbed his ass in his big hands, spreading his cheeks apart to expose him even further,
and Edric thought he would die of shame.
 You going to loosen him up for us, Ogleif? someone said, a hungry, leering note in his voice.
 Going to fuck him open wide?
Ogleif didn t reply; he just grunted, and then Edric felt something touch his naked hole. A thumb
pushed into him, warm and wet.
Edric started at the strange feeling, bucking forward, but then a large blond man stepped up and
thrust him back with one hand between his shoulder blades.
 Stay, the man said, as if he was talking to a dog. Then he began to unbuckle his belt, calling
over Edric s head to Ogleif,  All right with you if I take this end?
 Fine, Ogleif grunted.  As long as you don t slow me down.
More men crowded around them, talking and laughing, exchanging witticisms over Edric s head.
He felt both completely exposed and utterly invisible. This is what it s like to be a slave, he thought.
 Bets on who finishes first, Ogleif or Knud? someone said.
 I ll take two-to-one on Ogleif shooting first, the boy looks tight.
 Done! I saw what that thrall did to Thorvald with his slut-mouth. Knud will never last.
Money exchanged hands, and Edric waited, his heart hammering, for what was to come. He had
no hope of escaping. All he could do was obey, and hope he would survive this.
The thumb slid out of his ass with an audible pop, and he felt the muscle there drawing tight, as
if that would repel any further invasion.
Then Ogleif s large hands grasped his hips, drawing him back, and something much larger than a
thumb nudged at his opening. Before he could even try to prepare himself, it was already pushing into
him, Ogleif s cock was pushing into him, huge, hard and hot.
Edric closed his eyes, tried to breathe, tried to relax, but it was no use. It hurt.
He keened helplessly, twisting away from Ogleif only to be thrust back into place by his hard
hands.
It hurt so much, and it was impossible that that thick, hot length could ever fit, even though
Ogleif kept pressing harder.
This was insane. Tears sprang unbidden to Edric s eyes, but he forced them back, blinking. He
would not let these men see him cry.
But how could men, or even women, take pleasure in this? Were all the lewd tales lies?
Then someone else grabbed at his hair, dragging his dangling head upwards.
 Suck me, thrall, Knud said, glaring down at Edric, his long blond hair swinging forward as he
fisted his cock, drawing his hand over the gleaming purple head and pushing it toward him.
Apparently Edric didn t open his mouth fast enough, for the next thing he knew, Knud had
pinched his nose shut with one large hand.
He gasped for breath, trying to ignore the sawing pain of Ogleif s thick cock entering him, and
then Knud pushed his cockhead into his mouth.
Edric tried to stay upright, wobbling, as Knud began to thrust deeper and Ogleif sawed at him
from behind.
Breathe, he told himself when spots appeared in front of his eyes.
He sucked air through his nose, his mouth stuffed full of cock.
 Oh, you fucking slut, Knud breathed, and his hands pulled at the back of Edric s head, forcing
him further and further onto his cock until the fat cockhead hit the back of Edric s throat.  Fuck, fuck,
yes, take it-
Behind him, Ogleif spat a curse as his cock slipped out of Edric s clenching hole, leaving a raw,
empty feeling behind.
 What s the matter, Ogleif, you forget how to fuck? someone taunted him.  Your spear gone
soft?
 Someone get me some oil! Ogleif growled.  Thrall s so tight and dry, it s like fucking
sandpaper.
Edric sucked on Knud s fat cock, trying not to gag, trying not to listen as the men around him
discussed tight virgin assholes and the various things they had used in the past to lubricate them.
Though not listening soon proved impossible. Bear grease? Soap? Blood? It all sounded horrible.
When someone touched his hole again, Edric flinched, nearly biting down on Knud s cock. He
couldn t help it, he was too afraid of what they would put into him. But the touch wasn t painful, it
was warm, and he felt something melting as it was pushed into him, drizzling down his ass in a greasy
stream.
 Nothing like whale fat for a good hard fuck, one of the Vikings said approvingly, answering
Edric s silent question.
And then Ogleif was at him again, his stiff cock probing at Edric s hole, pushing against the taut
muscle there. His cock was greased up, too, Edric could feel it, and it made things& easier. Ogleif s
entry still burned, but it was bearable now, not so raw and abrasive.
He breathed out, relaxing just a bit, and slowly, so slowly, Ogleif s hard cock slid into him. It
still felt incredibly large, far too big to ever fit into his virgin hole, and yet it was going in now,
sliding deeper.
Edric moaned around Knud s cock as Ogleif pushed harder. He was so full, it felt like he would
burst, and yet Ogleif kept going, inching deeper into him with tiny, shallow thrusts.
Ogleif grunted with each thrust, and the other Vikings cheered him on.
 Open him up for us, Ogleif! Spear him on your fat cock!
Edric s mind reeled as the two men settled into a rhythm of fast shallow thrusts, pounding him
like hammers.
He was being fucked by two Vikings at once. It was inconceivable, and yet it was happening.
Rough callused hands clasped around his hips, pulled on his head, and two cocks plundered him
at both ends. So much sensation was hitting him at once, he couldn t begin to deal with it. All he could
do was hang on.
His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on Knud s fat prick, his lips drawn back over his teeth, trying
to make the blond man come as soon as possible and get some relief from the pressure against his jaw.
The leather collar hurt, too, digging into his adam s apple with every thrust.
Knud s big, horny hands held him tight, and he swore in a steady stream as he thrust into Edric s
mouth, most of the filthy words unintelligible except the endless repetitions of  Fuck, you re so
fucking wet, you little whore, take it, suck it-
Edric sucked hard. He had to keep reminding himself to breathe, as Ogleif s thrusts left him
breathless, aching, yet somehow unfulfilled. It was a startling realization: the ass-fucking didn t hurt
that much anymore, it just felt& incomplete.
Ogleif s fast, shallow thrusts rasped at him, filled him up without giving any of the pleasure he
had heard about. The sliding in and out of that thick cock into his ass was almost beginning to feel
natural, expected, but the rhythm was wrong.
Knud was thrusting harder now, throwing Ogleif off, and the two men swore at each other good-
naturedly.
Edric bumped between them like a bottle adrift on the waves. He could not control the pace, or
anything else; he was completely at their mercy.
Suddenly, a cry over his head. Thick salt fluid jetted over his tongue, and Edric looked up to see
Knud with his head thrown back, his eyes showing their whites, bellowing like a bull as he came.
Swallowing the salty, bitter fluid as it came spurting out, Edric licked his lips. Knud tasted
differently from Thorvald. Sourer, somehow, like stale beer.
I want Thorvald again.
The thought startled him, but it was true. He wanted to taste Thorvald, he wanted to touch him,
lick him, be fucked by him. None of these other men had that strange, impossible appeal of the giant
Viking with the salt-white hair.
Knud withdrew his spent cock from Edric s mouth and tucked it away. Before he was even
finished, another Viking shouldered him roughly aside.
 You made me lose my bet, Knud, the newcomer said with a glare. He was another giant, a tall
broadshouldered man with a short-cropped gingery beard.  Is his mouth that good, or are you just that
quick to spend?
Knud shrugged.  You won t last any longer, Njal. It s been a long sailing for all of us, and he
suckles like a tight-mouthed little whore. Try it.
 Oh, I will, Njal said, grinning. He already had his cock out; it was thinner than Knud s, but
very long, and Edric swallowed involuntarily when he saw it.
 Look, the whore s begging for it, another man shouted from behind them.  Shove it in him,
Njal, and be quick about it, I need my turn!
Njal did as he was asked, nudging Edric s lips with his cockhead, and Edric opened his mouth
obediently for the new man s cock. His jaw ached, and Njal didn t give him any time to get used to
him; he shoved his long prick in all the way, so far that it battered at the back of his throat, choking
him.
Behind Edric, Ogleif was still thrusting away, and now his rhythm picked up in counterpoint to
Njal s. They weren t fucking together, it was more like they were enemies, dogs fighting over a bone.
Edric heard himself moaning hoarsely around Njal s cock. He would never have believed that he
could make such sounds. But he was being tossed back and forth wildly now, speared by the cock in
his mouth and the cock in his ass, and someone was pulling on his hair, and all around him was the
musky smell of male desire.
And he wanted it. He wanted it, all of it, more of it.
Edric had never dared to fantasize about anything like this. Being fucked by Viking men - it was
outrageously sinful, forbidden and foreign, but if he had thought of it& if he could have imagined this
orgy, instead of fumblings with his friend Adron who didn t want him& he might have come in his
own hand every hour of the day, or eaten himself up with longing for what he could never have.
He moaned as loud as he could around Njal s cock, asking wordlessly for more, more, harder.
Ogleif thrust fast and hard, his huge hands tugging on Edric s hips. When he pushed forward, his
cock slid into Edric until his balls slapped against Edric s ass, and when he withdrew, Njal tried to
choke Edric with his long horse-cock.
Edric took it. He sucked hard on Njal s long prick, he clenched his ass around Ogleif s fat cock,
and he felt his own excitement leap against his belly. If only he had a hand free to touch himself, but
he would surely fall over if he tried it.
Ogleif groaned and stopped thrusting, his forearms clamped tight around Edric s hips, pressing
into him so deep that Edric could feel the wiry brush of his pubic hair, pressed against his own tender
skin.
 Unhh&  Ogleif growled, and then Edric felt his cock leap and spurt inside his ass, flooding him
with hot seed.
Njal growled with impatience when Edric stopped moving and rammed himself even further
down Edric s mouth and halfway into his throat, fucking his mouth viciously.
Edric leaned his head back and let himself relax, opening his throat, his jaw, until Njal swore
violently and grabbed his hair, thrusting himself deep. He was coming, too, filling Edric s mouth with
come until trickles of it escaped and ran down his chin.
 Look, they finished at the same time, someone said over Njal s shoulder.  Anyone lay bets on
that?
 Fuck bets, another Viking snarled.  Move over, Ogleif, I need to spear him now.
 No, I m taking him first, fuck off-
Men jostled against each other, grabbing at Edric, almost pushing him over.
Njal and Ogleif withdrew, sliding their spent cocks out of him with obscenely wet, slick noises,
and were shoved aside as other Vikings shouldered forward.
Edric was losing track of how many men were touching him, manhandling him. He was drifting
on a haze of pain-pleasure, wild need leaping through his own cock whenever anyone touched him.
 Mm, he s nice and wet from Ogleif, someone said, shoving into him from behind.  Still tight,
though.
Edric cried out as he was taken again. This man s cock was even bigger than Ogleif s, and it
dragged slowly over his sensitive skin, opening his tender channel even wider. Ogleif s seed and the
remaining whale fat made him so slick and slippery that even this huge man could fuck him easily,
driving into him with such force that Edric could barely remain upright.
Someone pulled on his head, and soon his mouth was filled with cock again. Edric sucked
contentedly, letting his tongue wander over the spongy, swollen head until the man in front of him
cried out and thrust deeper, his cock jerking with need.
 Holy Frigg, wait until you feel this, the man was saying to his comrades.  Thorvald, we can t
sell this slut, we need to take him with us on every long voyage to service the & ungghh & crew.
His eyes crossed as he felt Edric s tight throat muscles close around the head of his cock, and his
words trailed off into a low moan.
 I ll think about it, a rumbling, deep voice said, and Edric looked up, startled. He recognized
that voice, that huge presence standing so close beside him. It was Thorvald, looking down at him.
Thorvald was watching him being fucked at both ends, swaying back and forth between the men
thrusting into him. His ice-blue eyes were narrowed, focused intently on Edric.
Edric sucked harder, watching Thorvald from under his eyelashes as his cheeks hollowed. He
was a slave, a thrall who could be used by anyone. But he wanted Thorvald.
He wanted Thorvald to touch him.
Behind him, the man fucking him was putting his back into it, pumping his hips with such force
that it seemed he would snap Edric in half.
Edric moaned helplessly as the pace increased, intensely aware of Thorvald s eyes on him, and
clamped down hard on the fat cock plundering his hole.
 Oh fuuuck - the man behind him groaned, snapped his hips one last time and came.
Before he could even finish, Thorvald shouldered him aside.
Stumbling, the other Viking pulled out, spurting his seed onto Edric s naked ass. Hot drops
spattered him, adding to the wetness already there.
 Hey, take it easy! the other man protested, but Thorvald paid no heed to him.
Thorvald stood behind Edric now, and Edric couldn t see him any longer, but he could feel him.
He could feel Thorvald s huge, brooding presence, his hands clamped tight around Edric s hips,
and then& oh, finally& the touch of Thorvald s rigid cock at his swollen, sensitive opening.
Edric was so wet now from all the others drenching him with their seed, and his tender, abused
channel felt like it couldn t take any more, but he didn t care. He wanted Thorvald to fuck him, even if
he died of it.
 Please, he moaned around the cock in his mouth, not caring if the words were audible or not.
 Please fuck me, please, I need you to -
Before he could finish, Thorvald plunged into him.
Edric keened, high and barely audible. Thorvald was bigger than any of the other Vikings, and it
felt as though he was being split apart.
And yet, oh gods, it felt so amazing, this deliciously tight wet fucking with Thorvald s hands
around his hips, Thorvald s breath on his neck.
The man using his mouth was barely thrusting anymore, letting Edric lick and swallow around
him endlessly while Thorvald fucked into him from behind, fucked him open with that giant cock.
Edric had been on the verge of coming for so long that he felt almost numbed, but now that
Thorvald was finally touching him, he felt new sparks of delicious pleasure run through him.
Thorvald leaned over Edric, hips snapping as he pushed deeper, always deeper. His hands
wrenched at Edric s body, pulling him back hard, his callused palms large and firm and strong, in
perfect control.
 Oh gods, yes, please, Edric babbled. He could feel himself growing even harder, his balls tight
and hot with need.
His entire body quaked every time Thorvald pounded into him, every time he was pulled back to
sheathe his huge cock with his tender hole. It was too much, and yet he wanted more.
The friction was incredible, the tight wet heat of Thorvald inside him, the massive cockhead
plundering his tender channel. The Viking was too big, and yet he was perfect. Thorvald filled him up,
stretched him wide, commanded his body to his will.
The man in front of him jerked his cock out of his mouth and spattered his face with come, but
Edric barely noticed, he was so focused on Thorvald s cock inside him.
The giant Viking was so close, bent over him, leaning into him, pounding him into the deck.
Edric s legs were trembling, his arms felt limp. He could barely hold himself up, and with no
one in front of him to push him back, with every thrust he shoved a little further forward, until he
fetched up against the mast.
Here, he found purchase. His hands clasped around the great wooden mast, his back bowed, and
he pushed back against Thorvald s massive thrusts, giving it all he had.
They worked together, in rhythm, flesh slapping against flesh, closer, coming closer&
The other Vikings surrounded them, urging them on with cheers and yells.
The heat between them was rising, spiraling up out of control, pleasure so intense that it felt like
it would burn them both to ashes.
 Come, Thorvald growled in his ear, the one word in that deep harsh voice thrumming all
through him.
That was all it took to bring Edric over the edge, without anyone even touching him. He cried
out, half-sobbing, as the heat rushed over him and consumed him, his cock spitting wetness onto the
deck, his body convulsing.
Behind him, Thorvald pushed in again, fucking him brutally, groaning as Edric clenched tight
and hard around him in the pulsing rush of orgasm.
More fast, hot thrusts until at last Thorvald gave one final, mighty stroke and held him tight, his
back bowed over Edric s as he filled him with his seed.
Deep, deep within him he felt it, spurting hot against his tender flesh, marking him as Thorvald s
possession as surely as the leather collar around his neck.
Thorvald rested for a moment on top of Edric, until Edric s arms began quivering, threatening to
give out under Thorvald s weight.
He was still buried deep inside Edric, and Edric had a sudden wicked urge to keep him there.
Just let me lie here with your cock in me, he thought wildly, exuberantly. Give your orders, sail
the ship, plan your raids with your cock in me.
He clenched his sore, abused hole as tightly as he could, to try and keep Thorvald with him.
The big Viking grunted a little and sat back, his cock slipping out despite everything Edric could
do to stop him.
Edric moaned softly as he felt Thorvald s seed slip from him.
 You did well, Thorvald told him, as he had done before, and then, in an even deeper register,
 But you will have to prove your worth again tomorrow.
Edric sighed contentedly and let himself collapse on the wooden deck. Fuck me again tomorrow,
he thought, and I will.
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Other Books by Isabel Dare
If you enjoyed this story, be sure to check out these other erotic stories by Isabel Dare:
Taken by the Minotaur
When young prince Theseus enters the Labyrinth, he expects to fight a deadly man-beast
monster: half man, half bull. But Theseus does not expect the Minotaur to be so enormously strong, or
quite so well endowed. And most of all, he does not expect to find the Minotaur aroused and ready for
him&
Warning: this 7.000 word erotic story contains a first time gay encounter between an innocent
young man and a dominant Minotaur, with a reluctant first blowjob, reluctant anal sex, rimming,
humiliation and forced orgasms. Adult readers only!
All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
Kicking and flailing, Theseus wrenched at the fingers clamped around his neck, but they were
like iron.
 Let me go, you brute! he yelled.
In response, the creature s fingers tightened, cutting off his breath.
Theseus kicked, trying to connect with some sensitive part, but failing; the creature held him at
arm s length, and its reach was much wider than his.
Already his air was running out. Theseus saw dark spots float in front of him, and his head
pounded.
He struggled even harder, but nothing seemed to make any difference. His vision was fading, his
thoughts dimmed, and he thought, I am sorry, Father&
Then, just when he thought his last breath had come and gone, the Minotaur s fingers loosened
and let go of his throat, and he felt himself being lowered to the floor.
Theseus shook his head, feeling overwhelmed. The imprints of the Minotaur s fingers burned,
ringing his neck like a brand. He couldn t think, and he had no breath left to fight.
He could only crouch, wheezing for air, and stare upward at the huge monstrous creature
standing over him.
His gaze traveled up the massive legs, and was suddenly arrested. When Theseus realized what
he was looking at, he quickly looked down at the floor again, fire heating the sides of his face.
The Minotaur was& aroused.
Theseus had seen naked men all his life, most of them in the gymnasium, oiled up for wrestling.
But he had never, ever seen anything like this.
The Minotaur s groin was covered in shaggy wool, and from it jutted the most enormous
erection Theseus had ever seen.
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Taken By The Minotaur: Slave To The Beast
This story is a standalone follow-up to Taken By The Minotaur.
Every seven years, the Minotaur slakes his monstrous lust on fourteen youths from Athens,
brought to him as pleasure slaves.
But this time, it s just young, innocent prince Theseus who enters the Labyrinth. And now he has
to somehow satisfy the Minotaur s huge appetite for sex, all by himself.
After giving up his virginity to the Minotaur, Theseus thinks he has the beast-man under control.
But the Minotaur isn t going to let Theseus go so easily&
Warning: this 6.000 word erotic story contains a rough gay encounter between an inexperienced
young man and a dominant male Minotaur, with reluctant oral and anal sex, bondage in chains and a
giant minotaur cock plundering a young man s body. Adult readers only!
All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt:
As before, the Minotaur was violently aroused. His great shaft reared up, emerging from a brown
sheath, the purple head engorged and wet. His balls swung heavily below, encased in a hairy sack as
big as Theseus s head.
Theseus involuntarily licked his lips. He remembered that salty taste, the pain in his jaws as the
thick cockhead stretched his cheeks, the fear that he would run out of breath completely before he
managed to satisfy his captor.
The Minotaur s hooves clicked on the marble floor as the bull-man came closer.
 It is time, princeling, that dark voice rumbled.  I have granted you sleep, and now you must
serve me.
 For how long? Theseus asked, firming his jaw. He had tried to reason with the monster, tried
to bargain with it before; without success, but he would not stop trying.
 Until I am sated, the Minotaur responded, a wicked smile curving his wide bull-mouth.  Or
perhaps until you die, princeling. You are only one man, after all, and a small one at that.
Theseus glared. His height had always been a sensitive point, and he did not appreciate being
taunted about it, especially not by an eight-foot monster.
 You are mine now, the Minotaur added, almost pensively.  Your body knows it, even if your
head does not.
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About the Author
Isabel Dare writes Erotica and Erotic Romance stories. She has always loved sexy, steamy and
perversely romantic tales, from The Story of O to The Persian Boy.
She lives in a ramshackle old house in the country with her husband, two dogs, and a huge
collection of filthy literature.
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