The Skuldner

The Skuldner

Dedication: For /M, I hope that you love it. Let me know if you want another instalment ????

Content/Themes: Vikings, FemDom, male sub, romance, first times, young adults, sex

My brothers, Thorsten and Svenn, are angry with me. Our mother has asked me to go to the great Midsummer Blot with her this year, and they are to stay here and look after the farm and our little sister. It's not fair they say, Bjorn is too quiet and shy! He won't enjoy the drinking and the sex! He won't enjoy the sacrifice and the feasting! But she is adamant. She is impressed with the leather work that I've been making. I took it up last Winter, making tooled belts and cuffs with rune work and other protective symbols for those that travel. I'm to go with her and set up a stall to sell my work. Who knows she said, you might even get an apprenticeship or some other opportunity. I turned 18 this year and she says that it's about time I saw something of the world. My father has been away at sea off and on since he was 18. Now he trades the cloth that my mother and the other women weave, but my mother knows that I am not a trader or a fighter. Not like my brothers will be.

We pack up the cart and take two horses, and a goat for the Blot sacrifice. The cart is piled up with our goods and gear. We walk alongside to give the horses a break. It's 3 days we'll be travelling. As we get closer to the Magnate's Estate we start to see more and then more people on the road. It's late when we finally arrive, but the sun is still shining in the sky. Midsummer... We find somewhere by the lake to make our camp, and leave the horses to rest. We're not too late for the opening parade.

The place is busy with hundreds of people around the grand lodge at the centre of the Estate. The sun is sinking and in the twilight we hear the sound of drums and singing. They're coming. This year the Völva of Freya are in attendance for the Blot. They will be conducting ceremonies and fertility rites for the feast. I can hear their voices in the distance, strong and loud. It stirs something in me. They beat drums and she comes along the pathway, The Völva, riding a black stallion, surrounded by the young women who chant for her. I'm absorbed into the intensity of it, the singing, the drumming, the hazy light. All the people.

I find myself flying up into the air as Raven, soaring into the evening sky. Another Raven joins me and we fly together swirling and diving in a February dance. It is so wonderful to be so free with another. Suddenly the other Raven gronks loudly, my eyes snap open and I am back in the crowd, eyes locked with one of the singers who is staring directly at me as she walks past. She smiles and winks. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks and gulping I cast my gaze down at the ground until I can feel she's gone by.

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Next day, I set up my stall and lay out all the leather work that I've carefully crafted over the winter. I'm proud of my work and my mother is proud of me. She smiles at me and musses my hair, before enveloping me in a huge, warm hug.

"You've done well, my son. I'm sure all your work will sell these next few days."

She looks at me fondly before striding off into the crowd. She has business to attend to; she is meeting with the other women in the Guild of Weavers to set prices and discuss their women's business.

I stand by my stall for a while, then sit, then stand again, I don't quite know what to do with myself. I'm not used to all these people. I make a few small sales, and I'm thrilled! Then there is a long lull, so I decide to clear a space at the back of my stall so I can work a little while people pass by, looking up every now and then when I sense someone approaching the stall.

Suddenly, I feel her eyes boring into me. I seem to have gotten lost in my work, and somehow, she is right there, staring at me. It's like she's been there for hours, and I only just noticed. I jump up awkwardly, gulping and knocking my tools on the ground. Her energy is so intense and powerful. I stutter a few words; it's like I'm a little kid. I'm blushing, I can't believe it! She just stands there, smiling at me, enjoying my discomfort. Before I can say anything at all meaningful, she says,

"How much is this?"

She's holding up a horse whip that I made. It's my least favourite piece and I don't know why I made it. I don't like to whip horses, it's unnecessary.

"Ah, I don't know," I say, I wish she hadn't picked it. "Is it for your horse?"

She laughs, well, it's kind of a giggle, and she looks me right in the eye and says, "Oh no! I would never whip a horse..."

I sense that I have no idea what she's talking about, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks again. What is she doing to me?!

I gulp again, and say, "Oh, take it, please, if it's not for a horse, you'll be doing me a favour."

"Oh, I think I will..." she says, smiling.

I have this strange feeling that I've agreed to something more than is being said. I wish I knew what it was!

"I like these," she says, holding up my favourite piece of work, the most expensive.

I priced them so I wouldn't have to sell them. They're a pair of long leather cuffs ornately carved with Ravens and magical symbols. I swallow hard. Her green eyes are boring into me again.

"Raven is my power animal," she says. "One of them."

I realise that it's the woman from last night. One of The Völva's entourage of singers. I can't believe I didn't recognise her. I stare right back at her, captivated by her blue eyes. Weren't they green before? I'm so flustered. I swallow again.

She sets the cuffs back down.

"I'll just take the whip," she says. "For now... Come for a walk with me, Bjorn".

I realise this is a command and I must obey it.

"Er, I, er... my stall, I..."

"You go and take a break, my love," my mother says.

She has appeared from nowhere and seems to be stifling a grin. I'm so confused.

"Er... okay! Thank you," I say, and she gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze. It reminds me to take a breath. "Thanks."

I turn around, only to see the Raven woman disappearing into the crowd.

"You'll have to run after her!" Says my mother, chuckling.

And I do, I do run and manage to catch up with her before I lose sight of her in the crowd. She turns, and grins at me.

"Come on then, Bjorn, let's go to the forest and get away from all this noise and all these people," she says, before turning and walking swiftly away.

Hurriedly, I follow after her. I have no idea how she knows my name.

We are at the edge of the forest before she slows down even a little. She turns and looks at me,

"I know a little spot by the lake, where we can go for a swim, Bjorn. Would you like that?"

"I er..." I stutter, before taking a breath and saying more confidently, "Yes, yes, I would like that. Thank you, er... how may I address you?" My newfound confidence suddenly disappears.

"You may address me as Goddess," she says, grinning at me.

Then she strides away again, but this time she allows me to catch up, and we walk more slowly through the forest together.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Bjorn", she commands.

So, I tell her about the place that I'm from, our farm, my brothers and sisters, my mother's weaving. She seems intently interested in all of it, and I can't think why. It's all so ordinary, and she is so extraordinary. Then she asks me about my leather work and why I make it - why do I add in such intricate details and meaning? I tell her I find it relaxing, and yes, each piece has its own story and meaning carved into it. I try and imbue the energy of the symbols into it as I carve them, I tell her. I realise that I've not told anyone this before. She stops briefly, and looks at me intently, her eyes a soft grey now.

Then she is off again, calling for me to follow, "Nearly there!"

I chase after her, not sure I can find the way, but there - a flash of her blue dress and suddenly I find myself alone in a clearing by the edge of the lake.

"Take off your clothes, I want to get a good look at you!"

Her voice is suddenly at my ear, so close I can feel her breath on my cheek, and the warmth of her body. I swallow, suddenly nervous and shy and simultaneously hard. She steps away from me and stands looking pointedly at my crotch, the corners of her mouth twitching into a teasing smile.

"Come on then. I want to see you!" She giggles again. It's like she enjoys tormenting me!

"I... er, I'm sorry, Goddess, I'm hard," I mumble quietly, my cheeks burning with heat, and she laughs.

"Oh, you are precious!" She says, "that's what I want to see the most..." and she steps towards me, lifting her hand to brush my cheek.

"Well... I'm waiting..."

Ah, there is nothing for it, I feel so powerless against her desires, her commands, and yet, I am loving every moment that I spend with her. I start fumbling with my belt and pulling off my tunic before loosening the lacing on my hose and pulling them off, leaving me standing hard and naked in the clearing except for my boots. I realise my mistake as soon as she bursts out laughing,

"Aww, poor baby... do you have sensitive feet?"

She circles around me watching as I bend over to unlace my boots, she has stopped behind me for some reason. Butt in the air, I have never felt so exposed, but it is making me so hard I'm starting to get wet. Finally, I get my boots off and stand naked and erect in the clearing.

"Ah, perfect," she says, coming back to face me. "Mmm..." she starts tracing her finger over my chest and arms. "You are strong, aren't you?"

I feel heat flushing my cheeks, yet again. Her finger traces its way downwards across my belly and then she wraps her fingers around my cock. It's the first time anyone has touched me there and I cry out with the sheer pleasure of it. I can't believe this incredible woman is touching me right now. My head starts to spin, and I feel her hand on me, gently stroking and teasing my cock. She kisses me on the cheek as she lets go. I look up at her, breathing heavily, and she pointedly licks her finger.

"You're a little wet," she says. "I think we should go and cool down in the lake, don't you?"

She takes off her shoes, unties her belt and takes off her dress and chemise. I stare at the ground, cheeks burning, but I can't resist taking little peaks at her beautiful body. I hope she hasn't noticed. Then suddenly she is gone, and I hear her splashing into the water.

"Come on!" She shouts back at me, and I run to follow her.

The lake is clear and cool against my skin and embraces my naked body as I swim out to join her. She is a strong swimmer, and it feels amazing to be swimming naked in the water, taking the heat from my cheeks, calming me. She stops swimming and floats, her small, perfect breasts breaching the surface of the water as she lies there perfectly calm. She doesn't move when I reach her, so I join her, floating on my back and gazing up at the clear, blue sky. There are two ravens flying across the lake together. Auspicious.

Suddenly she hits her hand onto the water's surface, splashing water over my face and crashing me out of my reverie. Instinctively I splash her back and we play together, splashing and laughing, until finally she jumps on me, wrapping herself around me as I fall backwards into the water. It feels amazing to hold her body to me for a few seconds before we break apart and swim back up for air. She swims towards me and plants a soft, tender kiss on my lips.

Smiling, she says, "Let's go and dry off in the sun."

We swim lazily together back to the water's edge and sit naked in the sunshine on a large flat outcrop of rock. It is pure bliss. She lets loose her long, red hair so it can dry in the sunshine, and it cascades down her back, making me want to touch her... but I don't dare. She turns back towards me, reaching up her hand to my chin, she draws me into a soft, lingering kiss. She tastes so good, like sweet herbs.

Breaking off the kiss, she says she is tired of being wet and that I am to dry her. She directs me to fetch her linen shawl, and commands me to start with her feet. It is such a joy to attend her in this way, drying her beautiful pink toes, carefully as though she were a baby. Then she directs me to dry her arms and back, which I do with equal care, before she directs me to dry her chest and belly. I can't believe that I'm even allowed to touch her feet, let alone her breasts and her belly.

"You're such a good boy," she tells me. "So attentive and gentle. I think you will do very nicely..."

My cheeks flush again. I don't know what she is talking about, but I love how she calls me a good boy. It makes my cock twitch and start to harden again. She notices, and laughs...

"Mmm... very nicely indeed!"

She lies back on the rock and spreads her hair out to dry in the sun. Lazily, she spreads her legs open and directs me to dry her cunt. I gently pat her dry as she lies there soaking in the hot shafts of sunlight.

"You're such a good boy," she says softly, "so attentive... now I want you to kiss me and see if you can pleasure me with your tongue..."

I swallow hard, suddenly breathless. I place the shawl down. Uncertain what to do, I start to caress her strong, soft thighs with my fingers. She laughs at me again,

"Are you shy, baby?" She asks, before placing her finger on her thigh and commanding, "Kiss me here..."

I lean over and place a soft kiss on her thigh. She moves her finger a little further up, and says again,

"Kiss me here..."

I place another soft kiss by her finger, which she immediately moves further up her thigh.

"And here..." she says. I kiss her again.

"Mmm... you're such a good boy, Bjorn" she says tenderly.

Emboldened I trace the path her finger is taking along her thigh with my tongue, and she moans in response. I have never heard a more arousing sound in my life. I want to hear it again. I continue licking and kissing her thigh as her finger traces it's way higher and higher, until it reaches the crease at the top. I hesitate, breathing heavily. I feel the fingers of her other hand scrunching up my hair as she pushes my head down into her pussy. I'm surrounded by her scent as she starts to grind herself into my face. It is incredible, I cannot think of anything except her, how much I want to please her, how I will do anything for her.

She pulls my head back and says, "Good boy!"

She releases her hand from my hair and her finger resumes its journey across her body.

"Kiss me here," she commands, and I bend my head down and begin to gently kiss and then lick her wet grass.

Her hips begin to move, in a soft rhythm that I try and match with my tongue. The grass parts and inside she is soft and wet. I use my tongue to open her all the way up to the top where her lips meet, and she suddenly cries out. I look up alarmed and ask if she is ok? She catches her breath a little before smiling,

"Yes, Bjorn! See if you can make me make that sound some more..."

I don't really understand, but I began to kiss her gently there, and she starts to grind her hips against me again. Then she pulls her skin up a little with her fingers, and I start to circle her clit with my tongue, marking the rhythm of her hips, she starts to moan a little, and grabs my hair again with her hand. I guess she's enjoying it! She presses me into her grinding hips as I lick and circle with my tongue. Her moans are getting louder, and her hips are moving quicker now. I'm deeply buried in her scent and taste, as her thighs start to press against my head, I'm engulfed by her, her power and energy, I lose myself completely in her. Then suddenly she is screaming loudly and grasping my hair, her body starts to shudder as she holds me still against her until eventually, she let's go, her thighs and hand releasing me as she lies back laughing a little. I look up at her, amazed, her wetness all across my mouth and chin. The taste and scent of her filling my mouth.

"Come here," she says softly, and I reposition myself, laying my head on her chest. She strokes my hair gently. "Mmmm... you're such a good boy..."

We lie there together for a while in the sunshine. Everything about her is amazing, her scent, her taste, the rhythm of her breathing, and her hand gently caressing my hair.

"So, Bjorn," she says, "Will you come and find me here tomorrow?"

I can't believe she wants to do this again!

"Yes! Yes, my Goddess! I will, of course, come and find you!"

"Good," she says, as she gets up and starts getting dressed.

I watch her put on her chemise and dress, her stockings and shoes, the slightly damp linen shawl. She sits on the rock plaiting her long, red hair. She is truly a Goddess. We walk back to the clearing in the trees, where my clothes are piled in a heap with my boots.

"I have to get back," she says. "Stay here a while, and pleasure yourself."

I feel the heat rising in my cheeks again, and swallow, feeling suddenly awkward. She walks over to me and grasps my cock which is suddenly erect again, she rubs and teases me a little. It feels so amazing!

"Pleasure yourself," she commands, and brings my hand to my cock, before turning and walking away into the woods.

"I'll see you here tomorrow, Bjorn. Don't be late!" She calls after me.

I watch her disappear amongst the trees and then turn and go and sit on the warm rock in the sunshine. I hear the Ravens cawing overhead, and I lie back, soaking up the sunshafts into my skin, remembering her body, inhaling the scent of her as I rhythmically rub my cock. Remembering how she shook and screamed in pleasure makes me come now, and my own groans fill the air. I rest awhile before getting up and walking to the water's edge to wash. I sit staring across the water, wondering what tomorrow will bring.