One Viking and 3 French Women Ch. 13

The trip to the town and castle of the Count of Rohan took a few days. This turned out to be a good thing. Rhoar had taken the purses of the French soldiers, so they had currency, not much but enough.

Trip had come of to a rough start when half a day into the first day they had come upon two armed men that seemed to be mercenaries probably looking for work. They had seen one man and two pretty women. There math said they were greater numbers, and that the two of them could do well with two women.

Rhoar knew enough to try to be inconspicuous, but he was ever vigilant and alert of what was happening. So, when the two men as the two groups passed each other, had planned to grab a woman each, the first of them to reach out heard his arm break before he knew it was happening. Jeanne had been wise to tell Rhoar to avoid killing unless their lives were in jeopardy. So, the moment the first man moved, Rhoar hand swinged his axe but using the handle of it to hit directly down on the wrist of the hand. But being very strong, even this was enough to crack the arm, and the man howled in anguish and that halted the other man in his track. Jeanne had hurried them on, and neither of the two men felt inclined to try a pursuit

This led to Jeanne thinking of getting Rhoar to look even more like he belonged. And when they passed a farm here, a small settlement there, she was able to buy a pair of trousers, a shirt, and a gown. All things she could alter to fit Rhoar and make him look, French. Lise and herself needed more than repairs to some of their clothes, which was why the gown was needed too.

Rhoar was bad at communicating, he understood enough but his French gave off clearly that he wasn't from around. Rhoar frowned when he heard the suggestion that Jeanne had for him, but he agreed. Jeanne would say that Lise was her daughter, and Rhoar was Ronald the son of her late sister. She had been taken by marauders from the North, and her husband had never accepted the son that she had. Leading to Ronald once having been dropped on his head as an infant, so he didn't speak well.

So, by the time they three days later had arrived at the castle gate, instead of being a Viking with two French women, it was a mother with a daughter and a retard nephew. Even if he disliked subterfuge, Rhoar knew he would do anything to have Belle safe in his arms again. And this wasn't a place that he could do so successfully by use of force.

Belle was quick to get up, and Amie had come to love her lady so much that she instantly worried about what could happen now. As she helped Belle get dressed appropriately, she had an idea what to do. She knew she couldn't stop Belle, but as she helped Belle get dressed, she suggested to Belle, how it might be a good idea to bring the countess herself to where the three people were held. If the two women and the young man were being detained, it would be helpful if Belle had her mother along,

So instead of rushing to the gate, Belle saw the wisdom in the suggestion of Amie and went directly to her mother. She had already explained how much Jeanne and Lise had meant to her, her life away, and her mother felt very grateful for this. Belle had never mentioned Rhoar, so this was something she had to think about.

Two guards escorted Sir Gilbert and the three newly arrived. Rhoar had been asked to hand over his axe, and Jeanne had kept up the act of having a nephew that was a bit slow to understand. Rhoar had accepted it reluctantly but obeyed, acting like he only did it because Jeanne told him to.

Sir Gilbert was in the process of hearing about the way Belle, Bella Lunaris had come into the care of Jeanne years ago. Sir Gilbert had been a squire at the time but remembered Jeanne's brother. When suddenly the door was opened by the guards standing outside. There were two guards on either side of the door, so Sir Gilbert was never alone. In came the countess, along with Belle. Jeanne had prepared for this, and the instant she saw Belle, she got up and rushed to her, hugging her tight.

"Rhoar is Ronald, my nephew" she whispers as she kissed the cheeks of Belle and then spoke out loudly "Belle... Bella, you had me so worried I am so glad you are safe, it took time for Lise, Ronald and I to find her, had it not been for the colors of the soldiers" she hugged Belle close until she was sure that Belle had understood.

Lise hugged her cousin; she still hadn't understood that Belle was really Bella and that they weren't related. Belle affectionately accepted the hug. Belle then looked at Rhoar, and a moment she felt like her heart stopped and she worried if it would start again. It took her all her will not to rush into his arms and kiss him, but she just smiled at him.

"Hi Ronald" she said beaming at him, and she saw those eyes she knew so well, from kneeling and serving him. The intelligence there, the alertness but right now, the mischievous smile. Rhoar knew that this was hard for Belle and that he couldn't do anything, even if he dearly wanted her in his arms. He looked at her intensely into her eyes and Belle could see him moving his lips, and after a moment she realized with dread, he was silently forming the word, 'Mouth'.

Belle blushed completely red as she thought to herself that she wasn't sure if she had the will to disobey if Rhoar would speak the command out loudly. She found that she was getting excited curious to learn, almost hoping Rhoar would order her. She pictured herself right in the room, kneeling and servicing the man to whom she belonged, and who belonged to her.

"Cousin... Belle... cousin Bela..." Rhoar spoke in as clear French as he could, but accent was evident, and Jeanne was quick to apologize to both Sir Gilbert and to the countess that her nephew wasn't very quick.

Belle proceeded to introduce the countess to her family over the years, and her mother never thought about why Bella hadn't mentioned Ronald, since most families feel it taboo to do so. Rooms were prepared for the three, one for Ronald and another for Lise and Jeanne. The countess told Sir Gilbert that further questioning could wait.

After the first few days Jeanne and Lise were set to work, they weren't visiting nobility, they were barely commoners. Belle managed to get Lise assigned as a chambermaid and was quick to insist that Amie was needed too. Jeanne, who was a skilled leatherworker, was put into work at the castle itself. She could both aid making harness for the horses, leather armor for soldiers and whatever else was required. The countess made sure that Jeanne was shown special consideration, and all guards were told that Jeanne always were allowed to visit the chambers of Bella Lunaris.

Belle had a hard time now having Rhoar so close but unable to be near him. She managed to seek him out for a hug, the very first time they were without supervision, Rhoar didn't even finish saying 'mouth' before Belle was on her knees. She had tears running down her cheeks as Rhoar took her face and she could feel the weeks of frustration she had felt, was mirrored in him.

Belle could sadly not go visit Rhoar for the night, or have him come to her chambers, at all. But she was happy to let Lise be her proxy. At bedtime she would send Lise to Rhoar to sleep with him for the night, making sure his evening and morning rituals were done. After the morning ritual, Lise was to return to Belle, and Belle would kiss and suck Lise's mouth, tasting Rhoar on her.

Shortly after the family from the mill were together again, at least under the same roof, the count returned from his visit to the capital, his counsel with the King. Amie was the one to gather the information, that the marriage of Belle, of Bella Lunaris, that had been arranged from shortly after she was born. Was again put into motion, but Belle didn't hear about it. She felt like she was being sold like livestock but knew that this was how it was, for girls of any class or station. One thing she knew, she had to be Rhoar's, at least she had to have Rhoar, make her his. So, she had to find a way, for Rhoar to claim her, at least once.

Rhoar was put into work too, Jeanne was able to get him set up to work as a carpenter, and helping the masons too. When asked why he had a battle-axe instead of a hand axe as his tool, he demonstrated it easily as he used an ordinary axe to hit into a tree and the handle broke at the sheer strength. "This not break" he had mumbled in his simple French that everyone took as genuine and no one suspected as foreign. He was allowed to keep his axe with him.

Rhoar was slowly getting used to being Ronald, and where he did like the way he spent his nights, he missed Belle very much. The chambermaids would often bring him messages from Belle and return to her with any words he had to give along. Amie was surprised to realize that Rhoar wasn't the nephew that got dropped on his head, but a strong man with a bright mind. She understood that Belle was in love with Rhoar, but her own love for her mistress was so high, she would take any secrets of Belle to her own grave. Frequent messages from Belle, would include the chambermaid kissing Rhoar, mimicking exactly how Belle shamelessly would kiss either Amie or Lise. She would have her eyes closed and think of Rhoar when passionately kissing her chambermaid before sending her to Rhoar.

Summer was approaching and Belle was told that a big celebration would be held soon. She had a feeling this had to do with her being spoken for. So, she started to manipulate her mother, to let Belle go for small rides with guards. Or small picnics just a short distance from the castle. She finally got her will that the shorter trips were enough having Rhoar, Ronald along with his axe. Since she always had both her chambermaids along, no one suspected that Belle had plans of a carnal nature towards the retarded big axe swinging man.

Rhoar had gotten used to seeing Amie wearing the necklace he had given Belle. He knew the significance of why Amie wore it, that it wasn't so much that she had gifted it away, as it was that Belle couldn't wear it everyday but this way, Belle would see it constantly. But when Rhoar was called by a guard to come join the small group of people, taking Bella Lunaris on a picnic. Two things he immediately noticed, Belle's eyes were beaming, and he knew she was more excited than ever before. And he noticed she was wearing the necklace.

Belle had planned to keep her promise to Jeanne, that had been like her mother. She had promised that Jeanne and Lise would both be present when she gave herself to Rhoar. And even though they never had expected things to turn out like this, it seemed like the right thing to do. So, the small party consisted of, Belle, her two chambermaids, Lise and Amie, and Jeanne too. They had a couple of baskets with things to eat. But more importantly, a blanket for Belle to lay upon, wash cloth and hairbrush. The last few days, this had all Belle had thought about, she had barely been able to eat, but the idea of what was going to happen, made her radiate and where all at the castle, especially all men marveled at her beauty, even now all noticed her more than usual.

Rhoar could feel Belle's eyes on him constantly, and where Belle seemed to giggle constantly at almost anything said by anyone, she barely spoke. When she did, she mumbled, and it was clear that she was nervous. Rhoar felt it too, but this was the second time. Last time he had felt like this, was when he and his fellow tribesmen had jumped off the longships to raid the village where his now three women had resided. He felt so alive, like every nerve and fiber in his body was awake. He felt so strong and powerful, but also very cheerful. Jeanne's ample and perfect ass came to notice how cheerful he was. His hand often feeling her and smacking her, making Jeanne feel as excited as both Belle and Rhoar. Lise and Amie too, could feel it in the air, like the charge that is there before a lightning storm. They didn't realize the purpose of this trip, but Belle had been so excited this morning and had made sure they both knew this was an important day.

The purpose of all the small rides Belle had been on had been to find the place for this day. It had been the center of just about any thought she had had the last few weeks. They soon arrived in the small clearing that was inside the little wood that wasn't far from the castle, little more than a mile and just over a small hill. Half that distance to the edge of town. She had also planned the day, having observed the shepherd with flocks of animals, where they would go. And on this day of the week, they would go to the opposite side of town.

Lise and Jeanne placed a blanket on the ground in the middle of the clearing and started setting up treats and drinks. Belle gestured to Amie to help her, as she set up a blanket too, also in the clearing but at the edge, somewhat in the shade. She smiled at Rhoar, and he knew, this was to be their bed soon. When all was ready, they all sat in the middle of the clearing, and ate, drank and laughed.

Belle suddenly threw a cup of water into the face of Rhoar, and giggled. Rhoar was shocked but saw the look in the eyes of Belle and knew this was her signal. He wasn't even sure if she herself knew why she had done it. He roared with the furry the three women knew, but Amie turned white as a sheet, as she thought Belle now was in danger. Amie had never seen Rhoar in action, the way the three other women had, she was shocked to see how quick the big man was, and even as Belle tried to run away, he quickly overtook her, caught her and pulled her into his arms.

He kissed her passionately but then growled furiously and sat down and very unladylike he moved her dress up and exposed her beautiful behind that he had missed so much. He could both smell Belle's arousal and see her wetness. He roughly squeezed her ass as he ordered "Count...". He smacked her ass, and he smacked it hard. Belle yelped loudly and tears started down her cheeks. Her ass was burning, as it was turning pink, and she felt so happy. His hand, Rhoar's hand was on her. With a trembling but joyful voice she counted out so clearly, and seemed to hesitate as they were reaching ten, like she didn't want it to end.

Jeanne and Lise, in the mill was used to sitting near each other when Belle and Rhoar had their rituals, they seemed to naturally end up daughter in her mother's arms, as they watched the two. Both feeling the excitement in themselves. Amie watched too, she felt excited too, she suddenly understood the rituals she had with her mistress herself, and she knew Belle would never be hers, but she loved, she worshipped her mistress, and she wasn't jealous, she just wished she could make her mistress this happy. She felt a love for Rhoar, not for him being a man, not for his strength, but for him being what he was to her mistress.

After the ten rather hard and firm spanks of her ass, Rhoar proceeded to roughly but without hurting Belle the least, getting all her clothes off and leaving her naked. He picked her up in his arms but then chuckled as he rudely threw her over his shoulder, exactly the way he had done the very first day. Belle a moment froze thinking how rude he was. But then she remembered too, and her heart swelled with love for her man, for him remembering all. It was so romantic, this was how he had carried her aside when he had meant to rape her and claim her. Here a couple of months later, she was now offering herself to him, she had never wanted anything like this.

He laid her down on the blanket Belle had prepared for this and he sternly just gestured for her to lie there. Then he started to undress calmly, and he could see a couple of times how Belle was bursting with need and about to get up to help tear the clothes off Rhoar but his look at her had kept her there. When he was naked, he smiled at her, then grinned at the three women watching as he just spoke out clearly in French 'Mouth'.

Belle wasn't sure she even heard it, wasn't sure what muscles had been used in her body, she just found herself kneeling in front of Rhoar and devoured him with a hunger deeper than anything she had felt before. She pulled back and looked over at Jeanne with pride. Only Jeanne had been able to almost take Rhoar entirely, now Belle could too. She saw motherly pride in the eyes of Jeanne as she returned and started to please Rhoar. Rhoar let her enjoy herself, and she seemed to be in a dreamlike state, her eyes closed and just slurping loudly and moaning. Finally, Rhoar grabbed her head in his big hands and took over, fucking her face and Belle just relaxed and surrendered to it.

Rhoar stopped and Belle almost seemed like she was waking up from a dream not remembering where she was. Rhoar looked at her and nodded as he looked at the blanket. Belle nodded too and looked to the side toward Jeanne and extended an arm, like calling for her mother. Jeanne got up, and Lise moved to Amie to hug her. Belle moved back and lay on the blanket ready for Rhoar as she reached out so Jeanne could hold her hand, making her feel safe.

Rhoar knelt and took one foot at a time and kissed each of Belle's feet. Then slowly moving between her legs as Belle raised her legs and knees and parting her legs for Rhoar. She could see him looking at her, he had seen her pussy the very first day, he had touched it, kissed it, licked it, tasted it. This was the last thing he could take now, she wanted it. Rhoar smiled at Belle with so much love and affection, and then he reached his big strong right hand up to caress her face, knowing how much Belle loved this hand. Belle let go of the hand of Jeanne and realized, this was the hand she needed to feel safe, she kissed the hand a couple of times before Rhoar smiled at her and then used the same hand to hold his hard member and guide it to her virgin entrance.

Belle knew there was pain, but it was much like when Rhoar ordered her with his command 'mouth', she knew somethings had had to happen for her to end where she was, but she couldn't recall it. She felt how she was being stretched, it was a curious sensation. She tried to feel it, to be able to describe it to herself, but every moment the sensation became more and more wonderful. Making her feel she had to rethink her thoughts, only for it to become heavenly.

"I love you, Rhoar" she just blurted out in a voice so even if Rhoar didn't understand the words, which he did, he could hear it so clearly in the tone. He leaned down over her, his big heavy strong body sinking him deeper into her, and he kissed her neck, leaving her mouth free to breathe. As Belle moaned and gasped at the clear blue sky. She was his now, he was hers. She thought to herself as she felt a tear running down her cheek.

She looked up at him, and he just looked into her eyes, no words needed, his love radiating from his eyes. Rhoar moved slowly but steadily, reading every single motion or reaction on Belle's face and in her body, and moving accordingly. He was supporting himself with his two hands hovering over her as he slowly started to build more speed. Belle took his right hand and kissed it, then held it to her chest, to her heart as she wrapped her legs around him, encouraging Rhoar to do it more. She was safe, she had his hand, and she needed to have his all.

The three women would never be able to say or agree on what happened first, but Rhoar's grunt and almost animalistic grunts melted together with the moans and gasps of Belle, as she both orgasmed in unison. Rhoar kept moving with an urgency, like he desperately needed to ensure that Belle had it all. Belle kept her legs wrapped around Rhoar, holding him tight to her, like she wouldn't let him go until she was sure she had it all. Finally, her muscles were getting cramped, and she relaxed, and Rhoar could finally move, and gently moved off her. Leaning down kissing her gently and then sighing deeply.

Rhoar felt life was perfect and it was almost like this realization had set off alarms inside him. He rolled over and was up faster than any of the women could react to. Belle was still lying on the blanket, eyes closed and in a state of bliss from what had occurred. Jeanne had been moving over to kiss her, not so long ago, daughter. The two other girls still sat hugging each other having watched it all in awe.

Two armed men in dark clothes came rushing toward Rhoar or was it toward Belle. Rhoar was naked in every way. He noticed the two men approaching from different direction but both moving in a way that showed they made sure not to get into the line of fire. Rhoar had heard talk about how Bella Lunaris had been lost and come to know that Belle might be in danger. Rhoar tumbled forward to get between Belle and what he imagined must be a bowman or so that the two-armed men was trying not to interrupt. As he got out of the tumbled Rhoar felt an arrow sink into his side, but he just growled sensing that he was lucky that it had been deflected by one of his ribs. First of the armed men was raising his weapon and Rhoar threw himself forward so he could grab the hand of the sword arm before he could get the swing started. He did so with his left hand as his right hand grabbed the throat of the attacker.

The attacker instantly dropped his sword and moved both his hands to stop this mighty fist from strangling him. Rhoar has his left hand free now and used it to pull the arrow out of his side and with great force he rammed the arrow up under the jaw of the would-be attacker. He died instantly. Rhoar threw him at the other attacker that stopped in his track.

A second arrow came flying hitting Rhoar in his thigh. Jeanne reacted and she just stepped in between Belle and anyone that might hurt her, using her own body to shield the girl she had always treated like her own. Lise was moving, she grabbed Rhoar battle-axe with great difficulty and started dragging it with haste towards Rhoar. Rhoar was prone to any attack, hindered by the arrow in his leg and having to stay where he was to shield Belle from arrows, so he could do little to move against the last attacker. Jeanne acted, she threw herself down on the floor towards the second swordsman who almost tripped and had to jump to keep his balance as he was preparing to strike at Rhoar.

He, like a few of Rhoar's opponents, was late learned that Rhoar being unarmed didn't mean defenseless. His right fist was where it needed to be. Even Rhoar was surprised at the ferocity of his punch, the man died before he was ready to raise his sword again, after avoiding Jeanne.

A third arrow flew past him, and he felt something familiar. He looked down and saw that Lise had placed the hilt of his axe into his hand. He could see the bowman that had moved forward between shots to get a better and clearer view. The bowman had forgotten all about the intended target, Bella Lunaris. He knew he was in danger now; this naked man was not to be ignored. They had been observing Bella and had learned that she had come to this clearing, and this would be a safe spot to assassinate her. She had never had this man along, just a couple of soldiers.

Rhoar tried to rush towards the bowman with his axe over his head but the arrow in his thigh made his movement slow and troublesome. He thought back to another time, when he was facing three armed French soldiers. He took a couple of steps and threw his axe with all his strength. He just needed to interrupt the bowman from firing and to get Belle and the others behind trees. The bowman had been jumpy after seeing his friends slain with ease and had rushed his third arrow, but he was experienced enough to know that this arrow counted. He never imagined that anyone would try throwing an axe, so his focus was on his aim, and his aim was true.

The axe left Rhoar's hands and a heartbeat later he felt a punch against his chest. The bowman never looked at the axe, never saw that it wasn't in the big man's hands. He was busy following the flight of his arrow and he smiled to himself, knowing that he hit his mark. Then all was black for him. Even if his axe wasn't made for throwing, a couple of kilos of axe head and add considerable strength to that, when it hits skull... the skull rarely wins. The head of the axe hit the bowman square in the face with the blunt of the top, and only darkness remained for him.

Rhoar fell back but felt he was caught but several small hands. Belle had gotten up at the end of the fight to see her love being shot at. Her, along with Lise and Jeanne, was behind Rhoar when he got hit in the left side of his chest. They had caught him together. Or rather they had eased him down onto the ground.

It was a miracle, the arrow that had hit here where his heart was, was just a little off center and had hit just as the heart was beating and now the heart muscles was against the shaft of the arrow. Belle was in the middle, her hands on Rhoar. Jeanne was about to pull at the arrow, but Rhoar shook his head and roughly in his own language said no. He knew that pulling the arrow would make the arrowhead tear at his heart. He placed his right hand over the arrow and looked into Belle's eyes like they were his source of strength and will. And then he pushed as hard as he could as he turned a little to the side. "Head arrow" he managed to mumble in the words he knew in French. Jeanne understood and reached behind Rhoar, and she nodded, she could feel the arrowhead. Rhoar used his left hand too, to break the shaft and then sighed. Jeanne pulled the arrow through and showed it to Rhoar.

Rhoar smiled at Belle and placed his big blood dripping right hand against her bare left breast, right over her heart. His eyes closed and he collapsed but his last thought was that he was ready for Valhalla. Belle knew that Rhoar had told her, he was right there, in her heart.

Author's perspective:

How does it end

Will Rhoar survive, will Belle be his.

I leave it to any who reads this to help decide.

I will gladly write the next story about Belle and Rhoar, if any wish it, and readers you have two choices, besides leaving the ending like this.

Either Belle decides that her life as well as Rhoar will always be in danger and she decides that they need to escape France and go home to the North, to the homeland of Rhoar. What adventures are there, travelling there and living amongst Vikings.

Or do Belle remain in France, become part of the power struggle between Kings and noblemen, and where a woman's love can get in the way.

Please write comments if any has any wishes, or if both stories have merit.

Thank you for reading my very first story.