Mastered By the Viking King by Lily Harlem

Epilogue

Eleven months later

Tove gazed down at her precious daughter, Helga. She had her father’s intense dark eyes and a little pink rosebud mouth.

She’d been born when the spring flowers had bloomed. Wanda had been at the birth, as well as Tove’s mother who had made it through the pass as soon as the snow had melted. Gunnar, the warrior who had delivered the supplies, had been at her side.

Njal had taken to the seas the day after Helga’s birth, intent on seeking vengeance for the slaughtered Viking farmers. He’d returned quickly. His voyage with Leif had been successful, their losses few. King Egbert was dead; his son Athelwulfe ruled now.

A new deal had been struck. Only time would tell if Wessex would uphold it.

“My little star.” Tove stroked Helga’s soft baby cheek. Had she ever loved with such intensity, with so much protectiveness? “Sleep now.”

The curtain flicked open, and Njal strode into their private dwelling area. “Ah, you are here. Good.”

“Shh.” She held Helga tighter and rocked her. “She is sleeping.”

“As a babe should.” He unbuttoned his sleeveless tunic and flung it off. The day was warm, the sun shining upon Halsgrof. He’d mostly shaved his beard, leaving only the small plait on his chin, which now had a single golden bead at the end. The hair over each ear had been shorn, too, now revealing swirling ink upon his scalp she hadn’t known was there.

Tove liked her husband’s new look. Even though he’d said it was for practical reasons—to be cool in the summer months—it suited him.

“Put her down,” Njal said. “It is time for us to have sex again. It has been too long.”

She looked at his broad chest and her stomach fluttered. Oh, she wanted him, wanted sex, but she was holding her beautiful, sleeping babe and her arms didn’t want to let go.

“Tove?”

“I don’t want to wake her, Sire. She will if I put her down.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Are you denying me, my queen?” His voice was low and grating, daring her almost.

“No, it’s just…”

“It is my right to claim you. You are mine.”

“I know.” She swallowed. Helga was so comfortable in her arms.

“Here.” He stooped and quickly picked up his daughter. “Give her to me.”

“Oh, Njal, please.” She stood. Tove hated the way Njal held their babe. His big hands were awkward; he seemed to balance her on them rather than hold her close.

“You are a mother and a wife, Tove. And now it is time for you to be a wife to me.” His tone was firm. “Remove your tunic. I intend to have sex with you.”

She swallowed; it had been a few months since his cock had been inside her, and during that time she’d gone through the agony of childbirth.

“Now!” he snapped.

“Aye, my king.” She peeled off her tunic, revealing her nakedness beneath.

He stared at her, taking in her swollen breasts and her new curves.

Helga wriggled.

“Njal!” Tove shouted. “Don’t drop her.”

“I won’t, woman.” He took a quick step to the crib and laid the babe down.

Tove breathed a sigh of relief. Life would be less stressful when Helga was a little more robust. But right now, she was a delicate, fragile bundle.

Njal tugged a curtain around the crib to keep the area draft-free, then strode to their bed.

He sat down, toeing off his boots and socks.

“Come here, woman.” He gripped her now softer and wider hips, tugging her between his parted knees. “You are a sight for a warrior king who has naught but seen a naked woman for two whole moons.”

“I am happy to please you.”

“A few moments ago, you weren’t. You said no.”

He appeared stern but Tove saw the playful twinkle in his eye. He wasn’t truly angry with her. A little irked, perhaps, but that was nothing compared to the pleasure of having her naked before him.

“Your breasts are full.”

“Aye, my king.”

He leaned forward and circled her right nipple with his tongue.

She sighed, filling her hands with the hair at the crown of his head, leaning into his touch. Her breasts were heavy, her inner thighs tensing as she realized she was impatient for sex.

He switched to the other breast as he smoothed a palm around her waist to her butt, cupping her cheeks.

“Njal,” she murmured. “I’ve missed your hands upon me.”

He didn’t answer; instead he suckled gently on her left nipple.

A familiar dropping sensation tingled within her breast. She closed her eyes and locked her knees.

After a few moments, he pulled back.

A drip of white liquid beaded upon his lower lip.

“You are sweet and nourishing.”

“Aye. But it’s not for you.” She smiled and stroked his hair.

“I couldn’t resist a taste.” He circled her waist and pulled her onto the bed, lying down beside her. “I want to taste you all over—and I want to be inside you. I want you.”

The need in his voice fueled her desire. “So, have me.”

Suddenly, he flipped her onto her belly. Slipping his hand beneath her, he raised her hips and ass into the air.

“Oh, my king!”

“First, we have the matter of you denying me.”

“I didn’t, I… oh!”

He gave her a swift slap, both cheeks stinging.

“Do not argue with me.”

She pressed her lips together and fisted the furs beneath her.

“You will take ten strikes, and that will teach you not to deny me again. The babe is happy in her crib.”

“And I am happy here with you… oh!” She jolted forward as another resounding spank landed on her rear.

Another quickly followed, then another.

Her flesh wobbled with each slap of his palm, her bottom rounder now. Heat spread over her buttocks and to her cunny. Already, she was getting wet for him, anticipating his cock pushing inside when he’d finished spanking her.

“You are getting red.” He rubbed her cheeks, first one then the other.

“Well, of course I am. You’re… ah!” She gritted her teeth.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

“Njal!”

“Are you getting wet, too?” He slipped his fingers between her legs, probing her entrance.

She closed her eyes and bowed her spine, holding in demands for him to get inside her. That would just prolong his teasing, she’d learned from long, hard experience with her husband.

“Aye, you are wet, and ready for me. This is good.” He flattened his palm upon her ass, then raised it and brought it down once more.

She snatched in a breath.

Another hard slap landed, this one harder than the others, and she let out a small cry. “That is ten, Njal. My king, that is ten. I will never deny you again.”

“One more.”

A final, deft swipe of his hand landed upon her sore, burning bottom.

Her skin was damp, her sex trembling.

He removed his pants, tossing them to the floor. “Let me give this cunny what it needs.”

His cockhead was presented to her sex, and at the same time he found her sweet spot with his fingers, rubbing circles around it.

“Oh, aye. That, more—please.”

“Are you begging?”

“If that is what it takes to get you inside me.” She pushed back, trying to impale herself on him.

The action worked. He slipped deep, filling her with his solid length.

She clenched around him, taking him further into her body. This was exactly what she’d needed.

He’d known that. He always did.

“Oh, my king, I want to…”

“And you will.” He half pulled out, then shoved back in.

Quickly, he set up a deep, satisfying rhythm. His fingers were busy, and each time he thrust forward his hips smacked against her tingling ass.

Soon, she was climbing toward the glorious summit of satisfaction. Her cunny was hot and wet, her sweet spot demanding more.

She arched her back, held her breath, and allowed the moment of bliss to hang suspended for a few last delicious moments. Then she was spasming around his cock as ecstasy rushed through her body. It filled her blood, her heart, and every breath.

He withdrew, but kept swirling over her clit.

Then his cockhead pressed wetly against her asshole.

“Njal,” she gasped.

He curled his free hand over her shoulder, clamping her in place. “I told you I would take you here after our first child was born. Had you forgotten, wife?”

“No, no… but I…” The truth was she thought he might have put it from his mind. That, she now realized, had been a foolish thought.

“Good. So bear down and take me.” He pushed inside her tight pucker.

She held her breath and stared straight ahead. She was still trembling from her release. He went deeper, the dense weight of his cock within this part of her new, and dark, and erotic. Her hole opened for him, his way eased by the slickness her sex had left coated upon his cock.

He groaned and kept going, filling her ass.

She whimpered, the bliss making her toes curl. Bright lights flashed across her vision.

“Aye, my queen. Aye, this is where I wanted to claim you.” His voice was strained and dripping with pleasure.

“Njal. Oh, it’s so…” She couldn’t find the words for this forbidden new sensation he was giving her.

“So good…” He sank to full depth, his balls touching the lips of her sex. Still, he worked her sweet spot. “I am going to plant my seed here. In your ass.” His breaths were coming fast and hard.

“Aye… oh… husband…”

He grunted, partially pulled out, then sank in again. He was careful, not rough, thrusting a few times more. His cock dragged over her pucker, riding into her most private place. Then he was swelling at his root, his cock so thick and hard.

His fingers dug into her shoulder as he gave into his pleasure. A primitive grunt echoed around the room, then another, and another.

Tove rode through a blissful set of spasms, achieving an even harder release—and still more satisfaction—on her second fall into ecstasy. Why had they never done this before? It felt so good, so intense.

He buried deep and released her sweet spot. He hung over her, his damp chest laid upon her back, cocooning her against him. “My queen.” He nibbled her ear, his breaths fast and hot. “Oh, my beautiful, giving queen.”

“My king.” She pressed her head to his. Could they ever get close enough? Would a lifetime together be enough?

“I love you,” he murmured and kissed her temple.

“As I love you.” Tove’s heart overflowed. She had beautiful children, a handsome Viking king for a husband, and townsfolk who admired and respected her.

Her childhood growing up hungry and cold—and always battling for survival—seemed a long way off now. The gods had been kind to her—very kind. Fate had dealt her a honeyed path through life. She didn’t take it for granted though, and made sacrifices and sent offers of thanks up to Odin, Thor, and Freya. To all the gods.

She would do her utmost to be obedient to her husband, a good queen to her people, and a gentle mother.

She had no intention of rocking the longboat she’d found herself on.

The End