One Viking and 3 French Women Ch. 10

Jeanne wanted to do what she could for Belle to wait as long as possible giving herself to Rhoar. Belle started to look more and more enamored and in love with Rhoar almost every time Jeanne looked at her. Belle fell asleep for a nap, it was only around noon, and the weather was nice. Jeanne gave Lise things to do, she clearly looked like she needed purpose, or she too might seek out Rhoar, to get attention for herself and for her body that clearly had been awakened and didn't seem to want to return to 'slumber'.

Rhoar was not one for inactivity, he set his mind to a task. His broken battle axe could be used as clumsy handaxe, so he could cut off and cut up thicker branches into timber. He planned to improve their new home until he could decide what to do. He didn't plan to be here long, but he was sure that patrols and soldiers would be around, especially along the river, so staying away into the hills seemed the logical choice.

He started out securing the roof of the lower building in which they resided. Then he proceeded to do repairs inside the main room. The building only had two rooms, the main room, the house itself, and a small larder. This needed some tending to, first off repairs and secondly cleaning up. As he worked, he both felt and saw Belle watching him, he smiled at her. She smiled back but got flustered, she loved a man that she barely knew and who had just made her his, and she felt not just ok with it, but like it was how things were supposed to be. She felt so conflicted at this because, she had always been very busy keeping suitors at bay, not ready for any of the men or young men that had shown her interest. But then again, none of them compared to Rhoar.

Jeanne made her bring Rhoar water to drink and some meat or so to eat from time to time. Rhoar worked tirelessly but when Belle came near, he couldn't help but look at her, the look in his eyes when he looked into hers made her heart race and her body heat up. Rhoar would just smile and look at her, and at her body, like he was saying, he knew what she wanted.

They ate dinner before the sun set and at first it was silent then Lise broke the silence but starting to speak French to Rhoar. He just smiled and was surprised when Lise immediately came over and sat down on his lap as he started to repeat the words he had learned. Jeanne spoke in her sharp tone when Lise started to repeat the more sexual themed vocabulary and Lise blushed and stopped. Lise moved away and Rhoar smiled at Jeanne and repeated the French words she had said, clearly understanding "go to your spot". Jeanne smiled back but then blushed as she started to get excited at the idea of Rhoar commanding her like this, sending her to her spot.

Belle decided Lise had the right idea and proceeded to teach Rhoar French but in an orderly fashion, like Father Luke had taught her Latin. She was surprised to see Rhoar learning it quickly, realizing that Rhoar was probably as intelligent as he was strong. He wasn't just big muscles that knew little. Well, he might not know a lot, but he understood and learned quickly. Rest of the evening was soon, all three women taking part in Rhoar learning French. When it was finally very dark and it was time to sleep, Belle smiled and came to Rhoar and just knelt before him, smiling up at him.

Both Rhoar and Belle could feel the other two women observing them and Belle did nothing to hide her knowing her place. Rhoar led her to enjoy herself and be in control at first but at a point where his need was built, he took control. Belle could feel her body starting to burn when his big hand grabbed her hair and he just fucked her face with need. She had to do all she could to get oxygen, but she felt so good, she was giving her man, what he needed. He grunted loudly and gave her his gift and let her make sure she had it all, before he knelt, and kissed Belle softly on her forehead. Soon all were sleeping.

The next few days were much the same. Jeanne would wake first and ensure that Belle didn't get carried away, mornings she was too excited, Jeanne would send her to forage for mushrooms and herbs, she would those mornings make sure Lise gave Rhoar what he needed. Rhoar coming to enjoy the morning and evening rituals. He did feel a need for more, and Jeanne sensed this, and after a couple of days during the late morning, she sent both the young women out to gather berries and whatever else edible they could find, ensuring they would be gone a while.

Rhoar would be working every day and when they were gone, she went to where Rhoar was and then proceeded to pretend to do cleaning or something bending over so Rhoar would get to admire her magnificent ass. Rhoar could feel his entire being reacting, that was what he needed, not just a mouth. He calmly approached Jeanne and smacked her ass powerfully over her skirts and then proceeded to expose her behind. He looked at her sternly, but she could see his eyes were joyful. He managed to say he was unhappy with Jeanne and was able to make her understand that she should have been undressed so he could just do what he wanted.

He then proceeded to spank her, for not being ready as he wished, even if she had no way of knowing. Jeanne giggled and knew this was just an excuse for Rhoar to have fun spanking her ass. He made sure to enjoy her behind to the fullest, smacking it with his big hand, feeling the curves and softness. Toying with her warm willing openings. She gasped but just looked back giggling when he fingered her pussy and used the juices from there to smear her butthole.

"Asshole?" he said correctly in French sinking his finger into it and she gasped loud and nodded. Then over the next few minutes he made Jeanne help him learn how to call her "His ass whore" in French. She blushed red, to her whore was probably the worst word she could imagine a woman being called. But she just smiled and felt her body heat up, as she knew this was what she was. She knew Rhoar belonged to Belle, and she had purposely made sure she would be alone with Rhoar, so he could take her ass anyway he wanted. She wanted to be spanked, she wanted to be fucked in her ass, she wanted his gift too.

He bent her over a crude table he had made for Jeanne to use for preparing food. And then he knelt and licked her pussy and asshole, tasting her too and toying with her asshole like this was clearly sending shivers through the mature French woman. He then stood up and very unceremoniously he just placed his big cockhead at her ass, smacked it hard and sank it in. Not hard, not fast, but for his full enjoyment he took her ass for the second time. After a bit he pulled out to slide it inside her pussy, not to enjoy it, but to get it nice and slick, so it could move with more ease... he wanted to penetrate her deeper, see if he could bury his 'weapon' to the hilt. He chuckled as he thought of his cock as a weapon.

Almost like it had become second nature to Jeanne she reached under herself to start softly kneading Rhoar heavy ballsac, like she was coaxing him to give her a big gift. When she could feel him approaching, she dared to push back at Rhoar, to show her will, to show her need. Rhoar chuckled at this as he pulled out and let her take him into her mouth. He fucked her face, but she pulled away after a bit and stroked him fast, smiling up at him and looked in total bliss when she for the first time did what she had envied Belle, took the gift all over her face, and then sucked him empty and clean. She kept going like she had an unending hunger for it, and finally Rhoar pushed her off and just picked her up and put her over the table and spanked her ass five times hard. Was it a reward, was it punishment... Jeanne didn't know, she loved it either way. Rhoar pointed to the corned and said in French "Go to your spot". Jeanne blushed feeling like Rhoar could read her mind, having just ordered her the way she had fantasized he might.

She had no way of cleaning herself but like Belle she felt wonderful having Rhoar's seed over her face. She waited for Rhoar to go back to work and then started to play with her pussy, as she kept using the cum on her face to rub into herself. She had to fight hard not to be loud. She kind of wanted to be caught but she knew that the two young women would be back soon, and she didn't want to be caught. She didn't want Belle, or her daughter Lise learning that she was, Rhoar's ass whore. She had her orgasm having this realization.

The next couple of days were much the same, Rhoar having his rituals, and working to improve their home, women finding food and cooking. Rhoar learning French and getting better at it fast. Belle started to notice how Rhoar's beard had started to show it wasn't being kept right and his hair was growing too. She used the bar of soap to wash the hair and beard, and looking into Rhoar's eyes with determination in her eyes, she made Rhoar understand she wanted to trim his hair and beard.

He sharpened his dagger with a small honing stone to make its edge as a razor sharp as possible. Jeanne had scissors too. Rhoar seemed completely unafraid when he let Belle use the sharp dagger around his neck and just relaxed. He would have a shock when Belle was over, because she wasn't used to doing this to a man, and she trimmed him more than Rhoar might have liked. He didn't look anything like the other Vikings in the wild style of beard and hair but neither did he look like how men in her village looked. He was clearly something in between.

When Belle saw her own work at the end, she dreaded it and a moment thought that Rhoar would be upset. Then she started to feel excited, maybe she would be punished, the way Rhoar did it, not yell or hurt her... but spank her. She started to hope it would happen and when Rhoar saw himself in the mirror Jeanne had, he was shocked. Most of all because he rarely looked at himself like this. Belle saw the look of shock and thought, now she would be punished. He just nodded and gave Belle a smack on her ass, but more like a sign of approval.

Belle had trimmed off hair everywhere on her dress and felt her skin was tickling all over because of it, so she went outside like her and Lise did most days, to swim or play in the pond, naked. The two girls giggled and splashed with water and Rhoar focused on working, and this work he was doing was a lot of knocking and banging, so generally noisy. So, none of them heard approaching horses. Not that they made a lot of noise but suddenly Lise and Belle saw four riders coming right up to them from the corner of the rather unused old path.

They were, a fancy clad man, older than Jeanne and three soldiers. Lise froze and just held her hands to cover herself. Belle moved away from the men to get to her dress, having her back to them. The older man, clearly likely of high standing yelled out in shock.

"Bella Lunaris...." he pointed to the soldiers who didn't really understand. He yelled "Grab her and let us be off" and two of the soldiers quickly rode to where Belle was and one grabbed her roughly and threw her over the other soldier's horse. And they started to ride off. The three soldiers couldn't help but admire this naked beauty. And the one in command of them noticed this and rode up to them as they rode away quickly. He took his cloak off and covered Belle and ordered the soldier to keep it wrapped around her.

"Any rude remarks or staring, and it will be your heads" he declared with a tone that showed he meant it. He could see they didn't understand why it was bad for them to look at a naked miller's daughter or whoever she was.

"This is Bella Lunaris" he said, saying the name of the count's long-lost daughter that all thought dead or lost years ago. He pointed to her bare back between her shoulder blades, there was a very distinct birthmark... perfectly round, looking like the full moon.

Bella Lunaris:

Bella Lunaris had been born into a very powerful French noble family, directly linked to the King of West Francia. Usually, royalty and nobles would wish for sons, but a daughter was the greatest gift to the count and to the King, as she could be used to marry into another powerful family solidifying the King's reign through sheer power and influence.

Not all were happy at this outcome, that the count had been given a daughter. Rumors of her spread, she had that much importance to the state of affairs. Every highborn knew her name but only a few knew why she had been given the name, Bella Lunaris. She had been born on a bright summer night with a full moon, her birth had been simple, and the baby was as perfect as any mother and father could wish for. The baby had a very peculiar birthmark on her back, a nearly perfect round shape that very much resembled the full moon that could be seen out of the windows of the castle. Bella Lunaris, or Beautiful Moonlight. Or as her mother came to call her, my Sweet Moonlight.

While Belle was still a baby, close to a year. She was to be presented to the King, and the mother and baby Belle were transported with a great escort towards the royal court in the capital of Paris. But they were waylaid. An ambush of overpowering numbers attacked the escort. The focus of the guards was to save the mother, the wife of the count but in the skirmish the baby was snatched but one brave soldier of the count interceded and got hold of the little Bella. He managed to escape from the melee, as most of the enemies behind the ambush were focused on getting to the mother, the soldier managed to get away but suffered several serious wounds.

The mother was saved, but Bella Lunaris was lost, presumed killed and dead. And now many years later, it was now that time when the supposed arranged marriage of Bella was approaching. Most had forgotten about her, the count and the King had spent the last couple of decades fighting to keep their power. Bella was badly missed, the alliance she could have ensured would have been what had been needed to cement his position.

No one had ever dreamed of this timing, Bella Lunaris returning. More beautiful, and sweeter than any could hope for, in an arranged marriage.