One Viking and 3 French Women Ch. 11

Rhoar had heard the screams and the hooves of horses as they rode off in haste, not trying to mask their flight. Rhoar could only stand there and see four riders disappearing. He couldn't make out that one had one of the girls over the back of his horse. But he had instantly noticed Belle missing and had seen the look on Lise's face and how she was pointing toward the riders, it told him all.

He roared his challenging howl, but it never reached the riders. Jeanne had come outside just behind Rhoar and gestured to Lise to come over. Jeanne hugged Rhoar from the side and he put his arm around her. Lise came over and moved close, Rhoar picked her up on his arm and as they could still see the dust settling from the riders that no longer were in view, they stood like a little wholesome family, a man with his arm around his wife with his daughter on his arm. Only he was young enough to be the son of the woman, and of similar age as the girl on his arm.

He had never felt so defeated and as he stood there, he felt like all strength was drained from his arms. He moved toward the cottage and as he moved, he sat Lise down, faster than he normally would have, but he felt like his arm carried her no more. Jeanne could feel the physical response in Rhoar's body, and she felt his arm heavy on her instead of holding her close.

Jeanne was worried, both for Belle but also for Rhoar. She decided to focus on what she could do, which was cook. She made sure to keep Lise busy and told Lise very clearly not to do anything to provoke Rhoar.

She got the meat cooked and soon the cottage smelled very nice of a lovely meal. Jeanne took a wooden spoon Rhoar had carved for her and got a spoonful of stew on it, she blew on it carefully as she walked towards the giant man. Rhoar had been sitting passively for an hour just looking at the head of his broken battle-axe on the floor in front of him. He heard Jeanne approaching and saw the way she moved, caring, motherly but also very feminine, she moved her hips enticing but not too provocative.

Jeanne smiled at Rhoar and bent down and offered him the spoonful of stew and Rhoar ate it with appetite, and instantly a spark returned to his eyes. He smacked Jeanne's ass even harder than usual, and Jeanne yelled out surprised, also louder than usual. But she felt so happy, strength was back in Rhoar. He got up and picked up the head of his axe and brought it along. He went to the woods and started to search for an ash tree; he knew this to be best. He found one after a while and with the head in his hand, he managed to cut off a suitable branch and then a suitable length of it too. I brought the rest along with him home.

He shook his head to himself as he reached the cottage, having thought of it as home. He got inside and smiled at the women; he was frustrated but that didn't mean take it out on the two women. He smacked Jeanne's ass affectionately and fondled it greedily, leaning close and called her "My ass-whore" but so Lise didn't overhear. He kissed Lise on the top of her head and gave her smaller but still lovely, cute ass a little squeeze with his big hand, and both women couldn't help but feel happy. He took out his dagger, Lise watching and blushing completely as she remembered the dagger, and what she had tried to do. Rhoar just smiled at her, like it was only a fond memory to him. He started patiently cutting the branch, carefully working towards the perfect new handle for his axe, he was sure he would need it soon.

Twilight was approaching when Jeanne had Lise serve Rhoar a bowl of stew. The two women instead of taking their own seat, came to sit beside Rhoar. Jeanne almost felt disappointed that Rhoar was so caught up in his woodcarving that he didn't smack her ass. But he put his work down and reached out and pulled both women in close, and here he was making both women that he had won and captured, feel safe and loved. He ate with great appetite and when he was done Jeanne got up to get more and was happy to feel the big hand on her ass. Lise giggled happily feeling this was how it should be a man having his women the way he wanted.

When all had eaten plenty, Jeanne had Lise undress and Rhoar understood the word mouth and just smiled at the two and shook his head. But he gestured to them both to come to him. He didn't feel right having his nightly ritual when it wasn't performed by Belle and especially with Belle not safe under his protection.

They sat a moment in silence when Lise wanted to lighten the mood started to practice French with Rhoar. Rhoar wasn't very focused, and Lise was a little annoyed, so after a while of silence she suddenly spoke out:

"Bella Lunaris" came out of her mouth, and she looked at her mother, suddenly having remembered what the richly dressed man had yelled before they had grabbed Belle.

Jeanne froze in her spot and Rhoar could feel it and looked alarmed immediately. Jeanne gestured to him to relax as she looked at Lise and repeated the name. The name she had heard her dying brother give the girl when he had come to the village years ago, with the very young, Belle.

"What color were the tabards of the men" Jeanne asked Lise in the most serious tone, Lise could recall her mother using. Lise thought about it and answered blue and yellow, and Jeanne nodded. Her brother had served a Lord, a Count with a banner of these two colors.

She grabbed Rhoar and kissed him and he looked at her surprised. Jeanne talked with a speed that reminded Rhoar of Lise. It took Jeanne a moment to realize this and she calmed down and said:

"Belle..." saying it clearly and looking at Rhoar who knew now what the topic was about. After a few minutes and series of gestures Rhoar got the meaning behind Jeanne's excitement. She knew where Belle was.

Rhoar gestured to Lise to get the second blanket so the three of them could sleep together, him with a woman on either side. Before they lay down, he made Jeanne get naked too, she was shy at first knowing most of her body showed her hard life, but she smiled at Rhoar presenting the side she knew he liked. He looked at her and shook his head, like he was telling her that he liked all, but his eyes did tell that he did like her magnificent ass the most.

Soon Lise sounded like she was sleeping, and Rhoar didn't feel like the nightly ritual of Belle's, but he did turn to Jeanne and got her on her side and took her in the ass, with a need to get what he wanted so he could rest and be ready for what tomorrow held. Lise wasn't asleep but assumed Rhoar took Jeanne the way men have women, she didn't know men could do the other hole. She did hear Rhoar say something that didn't make sense, it sounded like French "Ass-whore" when her mother had moved away and gotten down to suck all that Rhoar had to give out of her. Lise marveled as she saw her mother took almost all Rhoar's into her mouth and then drained him and seemed reluctant to let go of Rhoar's member. Lise fell asleep to the whimpering of her mother, she didn't understand why, Rhoar hadn't hurt her, but finally Jeanne had sighed and gasped, and soon slept deeply, like Rhoar in between them.

While this took place around the mill, Belle had her own experience. She had fainted from the shock of it all, the last days had been too much, and she was unaware of most of the ride that took place. She woke up as the horses slowed to a trot and she managed to look around, saw they were approaching a walled town, and that there was a castle that flew banners, of blue and yellow. She knew, she should know it, but this was something that never had interested her. But she did remember something about Aunt Jeanne's brother having been a soldier for a count that had a banner like this. She couldn't recall the name, but it didn't seem important.

This was the seat of de Rohan's, and the castle came very quickly alive. The leader of the four and sent one of the three soldiers to ride ahead pressing his horse, to give Count de Rohan a chance to learn about this before they arrived with his long-lost daughter. He was clever enough to take a moment to pause, and let Belle get off the horse to wrap herself fully in the cloak, knowing the count wouldn't take kindly to seeing his daughter naked, let alone for all around seeing her in this state.

Belle tried to demand answers, and the nicely dressed nobleman felt himself hard pressed at how to respond. Was it his place to tell her but on the other hand he was sworn to serve de Rohan, and she was one.

"You are Bella Lunaris, long lost daughter of the Count de Rohan, we are travelling to his town and castle, I can say no more" he finally answered politely but dismissive.

He then ordered a soldier to help her mount up and told him to walk the rest of the way, while he continued ahead with a single soldier and himself to escort Bella Lunaris de Rohan, to her family seat.

The count himself was arriving with his wife at his side as the three entered the gate into the courtyard. The soldier had been instructed to be quick to dismount and to help Belle get down from her horse, and if anything happened to embarrass Bella Lunaris, he had sworn that if he felt any ill will from that, the soldier would get a thousand-fold. The soldier knew this to be the truth and was both swift and careful in helping Belle down, so her modesty was kept intact.

The Count de Rohan looked at Belle with suspicion and studied her carefully, but his wife rushed forward. She was elegantly dressed, had a built and grace much like Belle, and Belle saw what she thought was a mirror image of herself in 20 years or so.

"My beautiful, my sweet Moonlight... Bella" the lady spoke out wholeheartedly and took her into her arms and hugged her tightly. Belle, half on instinct, returned the hug but her arms a bit more loosely around the waist of whom she was about to learn, was her mother. Belle was surprised, looking into a face much like herself. Belle was tall for a woman, she knew that from the village, but this was the first woman that was almost as tall as herself. Belle smiled as she felt her hands rest on the hips of her mother and she thought to herself, she has a nice ass like Jeanne, I hope I get to look like her.

The count walked over and looked at his wife and this young woman together and was amazed to see the similarities but what took him back was that the only thing that this young woman didn't have that was like her mother, was her eyes. He saw his own eyes, like they were when he was a young man, not as battle-worn but more carefree, same blue eyes.

"Bella?" he asked almost like he wasn't sure if she was there, if she would be able to understand him. "Bella is that you?" he managed to ask again but this time in his calm steady and commanding tone.

"Belle, I am Belle, everyone calls me Belle" Belle replied confused and overwhelmed. As the count had her attention, her mother started to guide Belle along with her. As she spoke to her husband about saving the modesty of Bella, and how she clearly needed to be indoors and out of the view of everyone.

Belle felt like she was swept along, like her feet never touched the ground. She had so many questions, but she never had a chance to form any, because her line of thinking was constantly broken to reply to this and that. She found herself surrounded by her mother and several chambermaids and servants. She was soon bathed; a tailor was fetched to adjust one of the mother's dressed but they were mostly fitting except for Belle's mother having slightly richer female curves.

While this was happening rumors of Bella Lunaris's return were spreading quickly. The news reached both friendly, and not so friendly ears. And before nightfall things were already starting to be put into motion, because of this new event.

Belle found herself in her own chambers and learned that in all the years she had grown up in the village, this had been her room, had been cleaned and kept, for when she returned. Her mother had insisted on it, almost daily inspecting the room herself. She had over the years made slight alterations to ensure it was fitting for a girl, and later a young woman of the age her Bella would be.

Belle's perspective:

Like many girls, Belle had also fantasied and dreamt of being a princess. She didn't know that it was something girls had done for centuries and would still do long into the future. She wasn't really a princess, but very close. Belle was normally talkative, no like Lise without having anything to say, but inquisitive and taking part in conversations. She was just too stunned at all that happened. Whenever she had a moment to think about anything, her thoughts were to Rhoar, to the mill, to Jeanne and Lise. She knew now they weren't really her family but in her heart they were. She had been liberated and not kidnapped from her family. But she missed Rhoar.

She had been bathed, dressed and dined like a true nobleman's daughter. She had been given jewelry and luxurious she hadn't even known to dream of when she had lived in the village. She had servants, chambermaids and even a personal made probably same age as herself. She reminded her of Lise. But as she had been prepared for bed, dressed in an exquisite night-gown of her mother's, she felt so encumbered being tugged into her bed by her maid. She was meant to be naked now. She was supposed to be on her knees taking his gift. By the time she did fall asleep her night-gown lay on the floor, and she slept like she had been born, without a piece of threat on her perfect body.

She had uneasy dreams. She was a clever girl, and she had heard so many things, mostly her mother saying this and that. But all the information had been gathered in the pot that was her mind, and it had simmered. She woke up in cold sweat, coming to the realization of the danger she had been in years ago, when she had been brought to the village, that same danger existed now. She was in danger!

She woke up seeking the comfort of Rhoar's arms that weren't there. She was in her father's castle surrounded by soldiers sworn to defend her family, and she felt unsafe and vulnerable.