One Viking and 3 French Women Ch. 07

Jeanne cleaned and arranged the few things inside the building. Going outside to fill a leaky bucket to do a better job. She paused each time to look at the two young women joyfully playing in the water. Jeanne knew she had had a hard life and that it showed. But fondly let one of her hands roam her hip and backside, glad to know that she was still a woman that a man like Rhoar wanted. After cleaning as much as made sense, she had noticed a few herbs and things growing around the buildings and trees. She went out to collect them, hoping Rhoar would return successful from his hunt. She blushed to herself, knowing that Rhoar was little older than her own daughter but that she a moment felt like she expected her husband home. She shrugged and tried to shake the feelings and thoughts, but clearly her body seemed to act like it too waited for the man of the house to return.

Rhoar had mixed success on his hunt. He had stumbled upon a boar, but it had bolted before even he could react. But he had heard the sounds of a pheasant and managed to get in a position to get it. Also, he had found a couple of bushes with berries, most not ripe yet but he picked those that were ripe enough. He knew his little sister back home loved berries, so he thought that the two young girls might like it too, even their mom. He fondly remembered his experience with the woman but blushed to himself. He didn't understand why, but he also felt slightly ashamed, thinking of Belle, like he should think more of her. He frowned to himself and knew it was his right to have any or all three girls, if he wanted. The gods and his own strength had seen fit to let him win each fight so far, which meant they were HIS.

He heard giggling from the pond and saw the two young naked women playing in the water. He approached and they saw him, at first both covered up and then submerged into the water. He just looked at them and smiled, seeming just amused at their shyness but not hiding that he just admired all that he could. He dropped the pheasant and opened the leather pouch he had gathered berries in and took his leather tunic off and put it on the ground like a table to present the berries on. Belle saw and she stood out of the water, and only a few steps seemed to cover some but then she just moved toward the berries. Lise was shy for a second but then saw the berries and then like a girl thought nothing of nakedness and just wanted to taste them. Rhoar felt Jeanne should be offered some too, but she came by at the same time too. She took looked at the berries with interest and soon the three women were eating them and only when a single berry was left Lise picked it up and was about to eat it when she realized that Rhoar had gotten none and she turned to look at him and extended her hand. Rhoar smiled at her and shook his head and pointed to her mouth. Saying "Mouth" in Latin and chuckled to himself as he saw him saying this made Belle tremble briefly. Earlier in the woods after killing the Frenchmen, and after her spanking it had been his single command for her to suck his cock and had ended in her marked with his seed.

Rhoar saw the effect saying this word had and was happy with it. He gestured to Belle and signed for her to come to him. She was suddenly very aware of her nakedness and especially the fact her nipples had gotten hard and erect, a combination of the free air cooling the water on her and the remembrance of what the order 'Mouth' had led to. She awkwardly covered her chest with her arms but walked over. Rhoar almost impatiently pushed her arms aside and then smiled at her, looking at her breasts. Already of a noticeable size for her age but like the rest of her curves, still developing. Belle closed her eyes wondering what the big hands were about to do to her body. She blushed with her eyes closed as she realized she wasn't afraid of what was about to happen, she was excited, anticipating it. Rhoar took a necklace off his neck, a finely crafted but rough gold chain. Belle thinking that Rhoar would have his way with her in some way opened her eyes in disbelief as she felt the heavy necklace being put around her neck. She looked down and then at Rhoar. He smiled at her, looked into her eyes and then down over her body, like he was telling her that he knows she wants him to take what he wants. But that he will, when HE wants to.

Rhoar gestured to Lise, and she came over. He unfastened a fine leather string that had two bear claws in it. She thrust her chest forward, happily standing there naked her perky little breasts right before Rhoar. He smiled at her and then calmly attached the string around Lise' neck. It was a little long on her tiny form, so the two claws were between her breasts. Lise beamed, it was the first gift given to her by any man. Finally, Rhoar looked at Jeanne and she just came over swiftly, like she didn't need to be told but anticipated Rhoar's desires. Rhoar didn't think but gave her ass a smack on the side and squeezed it. He then reached for his waist and undid one of a series of belts. He had a belt to keep his pants; he had a belt for some weapons. He had a belt for pouches. One of them was finer in the way it was crafted and with Viking markings, clearly meant something. He took it off, took the pouches off the belt and then took a hold of Jeanne by her ass and pulled her closer, as he chuckled in his deep but young voice. He then wrapped the belt around her body, low on her waist so it came to rest on her hips. He made no attempt to hide that he liked moving his hands on her curves as he got it in the right position.

He looked at his three women and nodded happily and then pointed to the pheasant before giving them a dismissive gesture. He then just leaned back on the grass and enjoyed the late afternoon sun on his body. He checked his left arm, two different wounds but shrugged to himself as he clearly meant to have another small nap. He heard the older woman starting to give orders to the two young women. Belle came to Rhoar and gently touched him, and he just opened his eyes briefly as she gestured to his left arm. She had put on her undergarment and was covered up, but she had made sure that the necklace was showing. She took his arm into her lap and washed it and gently bandaged it while having a fascination for the hand. She sat there still a while, just letting the big hand rest in her lap and watching Rhoar laying there breathing deeply. Lise was told to pluck the pheasant while Jeanne got the fire going, checked for things left behind that could still be used. Cookware, like an old pot to make soup in.

The scent of cooking meat woke Rhoar from his nap a couple of hours later. Belle was gone but he was sure she had been there for a while. Sun was almost setting, and he gathered his things and went inside, still bare-chested and relaxed. Either side of the fireplace two sleeping areas were set up, as there were two blankets by how the girls were seated and the look Belle gave Rhoar. One blanket and place on the floor was for Lise and her mother to share, and Belle gestured to Rhoar to come to where she was sitting. This was the second spot and clearly Rhoar and Belle was meant to share it, to share the blanket.

"Rhoar!" Rhoar suddenly said after sitting down and he gently gave his chest two bumps with his fist. Looking at all three and pointing to himself as he repeated "Rhoar". He then pointed at Lise, who hesitated a second but then smiled and replied "My name is Lise" in a sweet girly voice. Jeanne broke in saying "Lise" and pointed at her daughter. Rhoar nodded, not understanding the rest of it, but getting the idea what it had meant but was just interested in what to call the three. Since Rhoar was looking at Jeanne she just pointed to herself, not realizing as she did, she made sure to face Rhoar so he could get to see her curvy figure that he clearly liked. "Jeanne... My name is Jeanne... Jeanne" she smiled and blushed almost like a little shy girl.

"MY name IS, Belle" Belle said in Latin saying some of the words very hard, clearly to get Rhoar to look away from the curvy woman there. Rhoar turned his head toward Belle and then smiled "Bell... Bele... BELLE" he clearly seemed to get his tongue to feel the word, the name. And third time he said it very clearly. Something felt so good to Belle, hearing this man, saying her name. They sat in silence a while watching Jeanne do the cooking. She would use a spoon to pour a little of the soup over the pheasant to keep it moist. The smell of food soon had all four feeling a growing hunger.

Jeanne served Rhoar first, but he declined pointing to Lise and saying "Lise..." and smiled. Clearly, he was raised to take care of the women and children first. Jeanne made smaller servings for the three women, making sure that Rhoar got a lot to eat. She knew that he needed strength to care for them, to heal his wounds. But also, she needed to take care of the man, her man even if only briefly so.

When most of the food was eaten. Lise was sent outside to clean things while Jeanne made sure that any leftover meat on the carcass of the pheasant, so it could be added to the rest of the soup and eaten in the morning. Belle felt a little shy, but she looked at Rhoar like she expected him to have needs for her to take care of. He stood up and shed the rest of his clothes. Standing naked towering over the beautiful young woman who dutifully moved closer to kneel before him. She started out gently taking his growing member into her hand, and for the first time she felt a need to be sweet and tender with it. She didn't realize that Jeanne watched her affectionately making it grow before she took it into her mouth. Lise entered the cottage and gasped softly as she went to her seat and just watched Belle using her mouth to please the man... their man. Rhoar softly cradled her perfect head in his big hands and smiled at her face as he let instinct take over and he started to rock his hips, giving his cock to her mouth. She sighed and just relaxed, as he fucked her face and she took it. At first it was like submerging your head underwater and knowing you cannot breathe now but then relaxing as you know you can just take your head up whenever you want.

Jeanne watched it too but started to get a little nervous. As Rhoar was having his way with Belle's mouth, she saw Belle instinctively starting to undress and how Belle's fingers started to play with herself, pulling on her hard nipples and then moving between her legs. Jeanne could see the need building in Belle, she knew exactly how Belle was feeling. But Belle was a virgin. She gave a quiet order to Lise as she used her new belt to lift her skirt to expose her curvy and very appealing behind. She made sure Lise got fully naked before they moved over. Belle suddenly moved away from Rhoar, and he opened his eyes wondering why, she was clearly about to lay back to let Rhoar have her but before he learned this. Rhoar saw the two other women kneeling either side of Belle, Jeanne showing off her curves and Lise showing off her young and very pretty, petite and perky body. The two women undressed Belle and while Belle was frozen and didn't understand, Jeanne briefly showed her daughter how to use her mouth to please Rhoar. Jeanne took him into her mouth and seemed to devour him fully before bobbing her head for a moment. Then much more timidly Lise took it into her hand and started to lick and kiss the throbbing member. And while Jeanne gave her instructions on what do to, Jeanne started to touch Belle, making her feel good.

Belle almost felt like waking from a dream only to realize it was another dream. She was sure she remembered the dream, how she had watched first Jeanne sucking her man, and then Lise doing the same. But now she was awake, she could do it. She looked up at her man, felt the heavy necklace around her chest, the gift from her man. And then took him back into her mouth, until she was breathless. Every time she needed a pause to breathe, one of the two other women would make sure Rhoar was kept happy. And even as Belle was busy bobbing her hungry mouth on his throbbing cock, Jeanne ever touching Belle over her virgin pussy, and either Lise or Jeanne, sometimes both, would add their mouth and tongue to stimulating Rhoar.

Finally, almost like a beast Rhoar growled and me moved back spraying his cum generously over the faces of the three women. Belle was in the middle, with the two other women being cheek to cheek with her. She took by far most of the warm seed pumping out. But the other two got theirs as well. Belle had an orgasm from what her aunt was doing to her and feeling that warmth on her face. Jeanne kept touching Belle as she softly instructed Lise to finish what was started. Lise took Rhoar into her mouth, to make sure he got all out and was finished like Belle had done. Her eyes grew big as she tasted this stuff, she didn't know what to make of it, but it was like she knew that a big girl is supposed to like it, to take it. And she did as her mother told her, stroked and milked the fat cock of Rhoar and swallowed everything that he gave to her.

Jeanne took Lise gently with her to their bed and they got ready to sleep. Rhoar laid down and took an almost unconscious Belle into his arms, spooning her and keeping her safe and close as he covered them in the blanket.

"Good night, Belle," he said softly into her ear as the last thing she registered before sleep took her.

Belle's perspective:

Belle thought she knew how it felt to be a wife now. This man, Rhoar had picked her, had taken her, had fought for her. Had saved her even after she betrayed him. He had punished her.

Belle felt happy and loved reflecting on the last few days.

Now, Rhoar had given her a heavy gold necklace, Jeanne had shown her how to see that it was really gold, and rather pure gold even. It was rough, crude even. It was like the man that had given it to her.

Only one thing remained for Rhoar to have from her, for Belle to give to him. She had used her mouth on him now, more than once and had come to like it, want it... love it. But, if she was really his women, and he was his man, there was one more thing.

Rhoar had been a good provider, they had all eaten well, they were all safe, they were all here. Time for Belle to give Rhoar what he surely wanted, what he surely needed... what he deserved.

She felt so small, so fragile kneeling there before the tall strong man, who could kill with his bare hands. He was a real man. She didn't even realize she was gently marveling at the feeling of Rhoar's cock in her hand. She loved feeling it grow and how powerful it got for her. She felt so empowered, knowing this strong man, felt for her like this.

As she took him into her mouth, she wasn't sure if this was for him, or if it was for herself. She just knew it felt so good, perfect ending to a lovely day.

She felt like she was drifting into a dream, as Rhoar took her head softly into his big strong hands and she felt it heavenly as he took her mouth for his enjoyment. Her body was on fire; she had to use her hands to put out the fire. She became frantic, the more her hands and fingers tried to quench the places that burned the most, the hotter the fire burned between her legs.

She remembered throwing herself back onto the floor and was about to bed Rhoar to put out the fire inside her, when her dream was broken. Her aunt and cousin came to rescue her. She wanted to scream that Rhoar should do it.

The burning kept going but even as she felt her aunt using her hands to help ease her troubles, her mouth felt empty. She watched one head or another bobbing on Rhoar to please him, but that was her thing, her duty. Her desire.

Breathlessly she worked on Rhoar, her aunt and cousin helping her, the fire was so intense inside her, but it was coming to an end. She wanted to scream again but her lungs had no oxygen, Rhoar stepped back, and she felt her face sprayed as the fire finally burned out in her loins.

It was wonderful, Rhoar took her into his arms. She wanted to reply when he said goodnight, but she was in another dream again.