One Viking and 3 French Women Ch. 09

Jeanne and Belle, after getting dressed, proceeded to forage the area around the mill. They moved within a short distance of each other. They looked for mushrooms, berries, herbs and other things they could use for cooking. Lise was ecstatic after she had taken all that Rhoar had given her. She had moved up to cuddle with him and lay close. Rhoar felt uneasy with this, he didn't understand why but he gave Lise a heavy kiss, but this seemed to excite her further, so he instead turned her over and smacked her ass. Not as hard as he would have the other two, who he knew would love it. But this cooled Lise off, but before she could cry, he picked her up and laid her on his bed and covered her with his and Belle's blanket. He just looked at her sternly, like a master will try to gesture to his dog for it to stay.

He got dressed and geared up and went hunting. He noticed the two women in the area clearly looking for things to eat. He felt happy and at ease, now that Lise was talking and all clingy. And he felt very comfortable having been nicely drained. He had never known that women could use their mouths, and he never knew that it was something men would enjoy. But he found it very empowering, and he just had to briefly close his eyes to have the mental image of all three women at once pleasing him.

"Life is good" he said to himself in his own language and then shrugged and chuckled as he repeated it again in Latin, for only himself.

He went to the area where he had stumbled upon the boar the day before, but this time being ready. Hunting boar can be deadly, but he felt good and dying to a strong beast in a hunt was as good as dying in combat. And for the last few days, he knew he would see Valhalla if he was taken fighting a big boar with his ax and dagger.

Despite his size he was very adept at moving around in a very stealthy fashion. He knew where to step and where not to step when moving through wooded areas. He soon heard sounds that made him sure the boar, or at least a boar was close. Rhoar felt it lucky that it was a male boar and clearly a very territorial one. In many cases someone approaching might just spook them to move away but this one wanted to defend its area. Probably female or females around, Rhoar knew the feeling. He knew that many men would know they were in danger now, he just felt more alive. Just a moment he did think to one regret, not taking Belle and his mind made him remember her pussy the first time he had ripped her clothes off. And then he also wondered about taking her in the ass like he had Jeanne. He instantly forgot all thought and dodged to the side tumbling as the boar wasn't having fond sexual memories.

He was on his feet by the time the charging boar had turned to attack him again. He timed his swing perfectly and his axe sat right between the eyes of the boar. It was dead but luckily for Rhoar he knew this wouldn't stop it, not instantly. He used all his strength to twist his axe one way as he himself used the momentum to roll the other way and the boar continued past him for several steps before crashing into a tree with a large crack. Rhoar had his kill, but the price was high. The handle of his battle axe was broken, his weapon useless. He left the head of the axe in the skull, and it took him several attempts to get a handle of the boar to get it lifted over his shoulders. He was hard pressed carrying it back, but he did it. He was covered in blood when he returned to the mill.

When he returned the two young women were outside naked playing in the pond again. Belle cried out in shock seeing him and Lise turned white seeing the blood covered Viking with the huge boar over his shoulders. Rhoar was just one big white smile that made Belle relax. Belle felt shocked at herself, mostly how shocked with worry she had been for Rhoar's well-being. Had he been mortally wounded, they would have been able to go home, and she found herself dreading this. Both naked women walked closer and marveled at the dead boar. Jeanne came running outside hearing the cry of despair, and after the initial shock of seeing Rhoar drenched in blood, she too marveled at the feast he had brought them. She looked at the naked young women and wished she was young and naked with them too.

Rhoar walked into the pond wearing everything and just submerged for a minute before standing up and just laughing wholeheartedly. He stripped his armor and clothes and walked to the grass to put it down before he went into the water. The pond was big enough that you could swim just a little where the water was deepest. He enjoyed himself.

Jeanne took Rhoar's dagger, which was kept sharp and like everything about Rhoar, in perfect working order. She was a leatherworker but also a housewife in a small farming village, which meant she was as much a butcher as anyone calling himself a butcher. She started her work and sent Belle to get dressed and go inside to start a fire so they could start dinner. Even if it was still barely noon, this would take work. She spoke to Lise in French and Lise instantly smiled and looked at Rhoar, she was to make sure he was entertained.

Belle was inside doing what she could there, while Jeanne carved up the boar. At times she had to call Rhoar to come over and pointed at places that took extra strength to get done. Rhoar did it with ease, not at all offended at being made to do his part. Each time he came over, Jeanne would feel his hand on her ass, hard and firm. Her body was on fire with desire by the time she no longer needed his help but at this time she so wished for his presence.

Lise decided to do something to help everyone out, she started to teach Rhoar to speak French. She started out pointing at things, saying their name in French and gesturing to Rhoar to pronounce it. Rhoar was in luck having learned some Latin, so he did fairly well, but Lise did giggle at him when he was asked to say words that were hard to pronounce for Rhoar. Jeanne at times worried if this giggling might upset Rhoar. And it might have done so, if it wasn't for the fact that Lise suddenly got an idea to make it more fun. Soon she was teaching Rhoar the words for arm, hand, finger, leg. This soon became breasts, vagina, ass, lips... and the word that made Rhoar smile.... the French word for mouth. He practiced saying this a few extra times until he knew he had it, right.

Belle came outside to get meat and her Lise giggling as Rhoar was saying more slang words for boobs and pussy. She saw Lise caressing Rhoar's thigh and often letting her hand move over his member. He just let her but didn't seem to let it get to him more. Rhoar saw Belle and saw how she flushed and clearly looked upset... jealous. Belle came closer to them fast, with determined steps. And was about to say something harsh to Lise when Rhoar spoke out so clearly, barely an accent... in French.

"MOUTH" he didn't speak loudly, just clearly and like a command. He said it clearly in French and smiled mostly doing it in jest, having come to realize the power this word had over Belle. This broke Belle's line of thought and she just knew Lise was in the way and kind of rudely she just pushed her cousin aside and just knelt. Rhoar was not aroused, his member was somewhat swollen from Lise having toyed with it but he instantly started to grow as Jeanne and Lise along with Rhoar watched Belle, showing her love and affection to Rhoar's member. Her eyes were closed at first and after a while she looked up and around, able to see the faces of all the other people there. She blushed, not even remembering how she had ended up on her knees but just knowing this was right. She blushed a little more and then just started bobbing her head and she instinctively started to moan with pleasure, like this was what she had wanted for so long.

Jeanne felt jealous too, but she was mature enough to get it under control. She knew Rhoar was for Belle, and she was lucky to get what she could and anything she did could only bring that in jeopardy. But Lise wasn't as wise, she giggled and got up and without saying anything she sat herself on Rhoar's face, her pussy aroused and swollen from all the attention she had given a man like Rhoar without having gotten attention herself. Rhoar was shocked but this was the first time he tasted pussy, and he just took his taste of it, slurping happily.

Belle was brought out of her dreamlike state by a series of giggles and moans from Lise, and then the very male slurping sounds. She looked up and saw what was happening. She didn't want to deny Rhoar what he seemed to need but just lifted her skirts up around her waist before moving up and this time, very rudely pushing Lise aside. She turned around and sat straddling Rhoar's face but so she could lean forward and continue to please him with her mouth.

This was the third time her pussy had gotten attention from Rhoar. First time was when he had ripped her clothes and had planned to rape her, when she had taken the initiative and taken him into her mouth. The second time was when she thought her life forfeit for betraying Rhoar, but he had spanked her, and out of lust and desire, had played and toyed with her pussy, that craved his attention.

This time was so intense, she felt like she might blackout. She was taking way too much cock down her throat out of hunger for it, but at the same time the pleasure of Rhoar's tongue on her virgin pussy was heavenly. Jeanne had said it would hurt to have sex but with a real man, that it could feel like heaven. This was heaven and he hadn't even claimed her yet. She wanted to be fucked now but she then felt it, Rhoar was giving her his gift, and she took so much of his warm seed down her throat as she herself erupted in an explosion of pleasure. Rhoar picked her off him and gently laid her in the grass where she dozed off in bliss, with a smile on her lips and looking at Rhoar briefly, seeing the same love in his eyes that she felt in her heart.

Lise felt hurt and had tears on her cheeks for having been so rudely pushed aside. She had watched what happened and knew one thing, this was what she wanted too. Jeanne watched, wanted it too and came out of a trance as she realized that her fingers instinctively had found both her holes and she had started to play with both. She immediately stopped and was happy to see her daughter hadn't seen her.

Belle's perspective:

Belle had never felt dread like that seeing Rhoar covered in blood, moving with heavy and almost failing steps. She had not even been this afraid when she had thought Rhoar would kill her for having made the three Frenchmen notice them. But when he had smiled and she could see he was ok, her heart and jumped and she had been happier than ever before.

She had wanted to hug him, to kiss him when he came out of the water having washed off the blood of the boar he had slain. But before she could, Jeanne had made her start working. She did feel happy cooking for her man, who had provided such a feast for them all.

When she had come outside and seen how Lise was with Rhoar it had made her blood boil. She had often seen boys fight over all sorts of things when near her, like anything could send another off in a fit of rage, all for her attention. She had never understood that. But now she did, she knew that Lise was not for Rhoar, she was, and she wanted Rhoar to have all he wanted, all he needed from her.

When Rhoar said 'Mouth' in French so clearly, no mistaking it, she had just responded. She didn't even realize her body was moving to obey him. She never even noticed the hint of fun in his voice; she just felt the need to serve him. Usually, he would be hard and ready for her, but this almost felt better. She felt so empowered, so loved when she could feel how her kisses, her tongue was rapidly making Rhoar react. What need he had joked about having Belle made grow in him.

She felt a little shy for a moment but settled into her place and it brought her great comfort. When Rhoar took hold of her head and started to take her face and mouth, she just surrendered to it, loving how he enjoyed her.

But the trance was broken, Lise was giggling and Rhoar had stopped grunting. Belle came out of it to see Lise sitting there on Rhoar's face and he clearly seemed to enjoy the feast that Lise had offered him. She remembered that she had been thinking about this when Rhoar had said 'Mouth'. She moved to push Lise aside, she felt guilty a moment after because she had had no thoughts about Lise and if she might fall and get hurt. But, since she didn't all guilt was gone and Belle positioned herself over Rhoar so he could have a taste of her, and she still could obey his order.

It was heavenly to feel Rhoar taste her. Was this how he felt when he commanded her 'Mouth'. She hoped it was she wanted Rhoar to feel like this. She felt a need to devour Rhoar, the pleasure she was feeling was growing so quickly. She had to make Rhoar feel the same. She felt like she was torn apart by pleasure when she drank and drank, Rhoar was giving her what she had started to enjoy... crave even. She felt like darkness was falling, Rhoar caught her, and she slept.

This was a lovely dream.