Chapter Three
Sif swallowed nervously as she stepped into the house Hakon shared with Gunnar. It had stood empty for some time but was filled with the items the brothers had collected on their long and profitable voyage. A large polished bronze mirror stood in one corner, the largest Sif had ever seen.
Hakon sat on the end of his bed and gestured for Sif to come near.
Butterflies in her stomach, she moved to stand in front of him.
Hakon had become a big man; even seated, he was almost eye level with her.
It suddenly struck Sif that the young person she had known most of her life was a sizeable, fully grown man.
“I want you to strip naked,” growled Hakon.
Sif was momentarily dumbstruck. “W-what?” she finally managed, taking a step back.
Hakon looked at her calmly. “I warned you this morning, Sif, that if you refused my first offer, that there would be consequences.”
“What consequences did you have in mind?” demanded Sif, her thoughts racing. A part of her was angered by Hakon’s attitude of casual command, but—although she wanted to deny it—a part of her was excited as well.
She had agreed to be his woman after all. It seemed Hakon was determined to take this very seriously.
“You’re going over my knee, Sif,” said Hakon. “I’m going to give you a proper spanking, to teach you that there are consequences to your actions, and that I follow through on what I say.”
Sif shook her head in disbelief.
“Are you true to your word?” demanded Hakon.
“Of course,” shot back Sif.
“Then stop wasting our time.”
Well. When Hakon put it like that, it was pretty straightforward. If she was truly under his command, things had begun. A part of her thrilled to his easy assumption of control. Who was this man who had replaced the Hakon she knew who had set sail for Miklagard?
Everything seemed to crystallize for Sif. There were two clear paths. She chose hers.
Without another word, Sif removed her clothes. Off went her apron dress, her leggings, her smallclothes, until she stood in front of Hakon naked as the day she was born.
He affected no outwards response, but the tenting of his trousers told Sif otherwise.
Hakon spread his legs, indicating that Sif should stand between them. Pushing gently, he guided her over one hard thigh, keeping her in place with his other leg.
Sif was very aware of her naked bottom high in the air, and how exposed her most private parts were. Even worse, she was astonished at the wetness pooling between her thighs. She had never felt like this before.
Hakon laid a large hand on her bare bottom. Her skin quivered at his touch. When had his hands become so rough?
“Do you understand why I’m going to spank you, Sif?”
“Umm…yes, I do,” she muttered.
His hand came down hard, with a loud smack. Sif yelped in pain and surprise.
“When you’re being spanked, you will address me as Sir or my Lord,” growled Hakon. “Understood?”
The sting in Sif’s bottom was fading, replaced by heat. “Yes!” she gasped. She felt his hand lift. “I mean, yes, Sir!”
“Good girl,” said Hakon, and Sif felt herself getting wetter. “Now, do you understand why I’m going to spank you?”
“Yes…yes, Sir,” replied Sif.
“And why is that?” asked Hakon calmly.
“Is this really necessary?” demanded Sif in irritation.
Hakon’s heavy hand came down again, and again, and again.
“Ow! Ow ow ow!” cried Sif. “Sorry! I’m sorry, Sir! You’re spanking me because I refused you this morning! You warned me this would happen, Sir!”
Hakon stopped, resting his hand upon her bottom once more. The sting had disappeared again, replaced by a kind of warm glow. Sif caught her breath. There was an intensity to this experience that had caught her entirely unprepared. Her mind was racing to catch up with what was happening to her body.
“That’s right, Sif,” said Hakon. His voice was calm, but Sif could feel the thickness of his cock pulsing beneath her. “I hope this will reinforce that when I say a thing, I mean it.” Having said this, Hakon commenced spanking Sif in earnest.
At first, Sif was determined to remain stone-faced and calm.
But his hand was so relentless! Without even realizing it, Sif was squirming on Hakon’s lap.
Her ass was burning, and his hand was building sting upon sting, until it was almost unbearable.
He covered every part of her bottom, all the way down to the sensitive sit spots at the tops of her thighs.
Sif felt herself begin to lose control. She tried to slow down her breathing but just couldn’t.
The pain was intense, the smacks coming too quickly one after the other.
Sif felt tears begin to fall down her cheeks, and she finally let go, her body softening as she submitted to Hakon’s discipline.
He firmly applied a last few smacks to Sif’s red and swollen bottom then rested his hand on the curve of her ass, as if he was soaking up the heat that radiated from her flesh.
“That’s a lesson learned,” he said calmly. “Is there anything you wish to say, Sif?”
“Th-thank you, Sir,” she sniffled.
“That’s my good girl,” Hakon said warmly, and Sif shivered at his words. “Now, let’s see…” Sif gasped as Hakon slid his hand between her legs, his fingers parting the petals of her sex, dipping into the moisture he found within.
“Magnificent,” he murmured.
“Mmm…” Sif was moaning, pressing herself against his fingers. She yelped as Hakon gave her another sharp smack.
“Patience,” admonished Hakon. “You’ll take what I give you.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Sif meekly, melting into his lap once more then stiffening as Hakon’s fingers brought her wetness up to rub into her engorged clit.
“Oh, Sir!” moaned Sif, shuddering. This time, she kept still, submitting to his ministrations. Hakon rewarded her by circling her swollen nubbin then giving it a sharp pinch then pressing his fingers against it, hard.
Sif cried out as a climax rushed through her body, and she shuddered deliciously.
Hakon softly stroked her reddened ass and let Sif recover from her orgasm.
As she stilled, he helped Sif to her feet.
Her face was flushed and sweaty, and she was biting her lower lip. Her nipples were peaked and stiff.
Hakon stood, and, in standing towered over her. “Now you know that you belong to me,” observed Hakon gravely.
“Yes, Sir,” replied Sif, unable to keep a smile from her face.
“Then go to your knees,” he ordered.
Sif brushed the golden hair from her face as she sank to her knees. Her gaze was fixed on the bulge in his trousers.
“You want it, don’t you?” asked Hakon in a low rumble, his voice thick with desire.
Sif was astonished at how quickly she was submitting to this role. Part of it was surely her excitement at seeing this new side of Hakon: utterly confident, commanding. Truly dominant.
“Yes, Sir, I do,” replied Sif, smiling up at him.
“You’ve been a good girl, Sif, and took your spanking well,” said Hakon. “You may play with my cock as a reward.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Sif, unfastening his trousers and pulling them down.
His thick cock sprung free and stood proud from his body.
She sighed in contentment as she wrapped her fingers around his staff and slowly used the full breadth of her tongue to lick the head clean of the precum that had gathered in copious amounts.
Hakon gasped in pleasure, placing a hand on her golden head. “Yes, Sif,” he breathed.
Sif was delighted at the effect which she clearly had upon him. Looking up into his eyes, she worked to take his entire length into her mouth, gagging a little as his cock hit the back of her throat.
“That’s my good girl,” Hakon said under his breath, and once again Sif trembled. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the delightful task of pleasing her man.
The heavy hand on her head clenched. He must be close. Sif increased the speed at which she worked her lips and tongue along his length.
“Enough,” commanded Hakon, and Sif let him out of her mouth with an audible pop. He took her hand and lifted her up, moving Sif until she was standing right at the end of his bed.
Hakon seized her firmly by the back of her neck, and Sif gasped again.
Her response to his acts of possession were immediate and deep in her core.
She was soaked. Hakon slowly pushed her head downwards until it was pressed against the mattress, her punished ass high in the air, her wetly glistening pussy exposed.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. Sif didn’t want to.
She was exactly where she was supposed to be.
Her lips parted as Hakon’s cock nestled against the wet petals of her sex.
She felt his hands at her hips, gripping them firmly.
Then Hakon thrust forwards, driving his entire length inside of her, forcing her up onto her toes.
Sif’s world exploded into stars yet again. She had no time to gather herself or recover; Hakon was driving into her again and again, pummeling her pussy, driving her wild. She clenched the blankets on the bed in a desperate attempt to get some traction.
“Goddess!” Sif cried, as Hakon drove her body over the heights of pleasure once again. He was relentless, a grip on her hips like iron, ramming himself into her.
“You. Are. Mine!” Hakon roared, emphasizing each word with a driving thrust that brought her up on her toes again. On the final thrust, Hakon erupted inside her, the sensation driving her over the edge one last time.
Sif remained over the bed, her ass in the air, her legs trembling, feeling the sweat on her back begin to dry in the cool air. She didn’t want to move. Hakon was still inside her, his hands still gripping her, and they were intimately connected.
Sif stared at the blanket she was holding onto, slowly releasing her grip. She felt Hakon withdraw then heard the sounds of him reassembling his clothing. A moment later, his hands were on her, stroking her and guiding her onto the bed and under the blankets.
Sif snuggled into Hakon’s arms, laying her head on his broad chest. She felt his hand gently stroking her hair.
“Sif, my dear heart,” rumbled Hakon, “I’m so glad you’re mine. And I am yours.”
I am his. And he is mine. Everything else had fallen away. Sif closed her eyes and let sleep take her exhausted body.
***
Hakon walked slowly out to the front steps of the house, where Gunnar sat polishing two swords. Hakon sat down next to his brother.
“I couldn’t let Hvitserk’s blood just dry on the blade,” said Gunnar. “That gives you rust spots, sure as anything. Then I realized my own sword could use a polish, so here we are.”
“Here we are,” agreed Hakon. He picked up his sword and inspected it carefully. “A masterful job. Thank you, Brother.”
Gunnar shrugged and smiled, returning to his own sword. “So,” he said, “tides are turning.”
“They are indeed,” sighed Hakon. “With Sif, I have everything I ever wanted. But she comes with a price.”
“I heard. The whole of Jomsburg heard!” laughed Gunnar. “She offered herself to you, in exchange for your sword. So what does she want your sword for? Aside from the obvious, of course.”
Hakon punched his brother in the arm but without malice. Then his face grew somber. “She’s had a vision, Brother. In her dreams. She saw Freyja, who came to warn Sif of a coming danger to the whole island of Gotland, Visby and the Ironwood included.”
Gunnar lifted an eyebrow. “Well. Nothing small, then. What’s the nature of this threat?”
“Not clear, apparently. But something that requires swords,” replied Hakon.
“Swords. Plural.” Gunnar set his blade down, gave his wrist a rub, and looked at his brother. “That means more than you, Hakon.”
“It does,” agreed Hakon.
Silence fell softly between them.
“Go ahead and ask, you fool,” said Gunnar finally.
“I won’t. This is my journey, Brother. For my ends, my goals. I can’t ask you to risk your life for my dreams,” said Hakon stubbornly.
His brother snorted. “And where in the Nine Worlds am I supposed to be, Brother, if not watching your back? I’m going, and there’s an end to it.”
Hakon shook his head. “I thank Odin the Allfather for giving me such an elder brother.”
“Probably wise,” agreed Gunnar.
***
“You’re bloody idiots,” growled Brynn.
“Brynn,” admonished Kasia. Gunnar and Hakon stood before their father, bracing themselves as if they were facing a strong wind.
“No, my love!” continued Brynn. “Our sons want to throw their lives away, like pebbles in a flood. The lady Freyja tells young Sif in a dream that she will need swords. Swords! I reckon that means a damn sight more than two!”
“I’m going to be asking Thorfin and the crew from the Miklagard voyage,” said Hakon.
“And what will they say?” countered Brynn. “Your companions travelled to Long Road to Miklagard for coin and for glory! Who sets sail against a nameless threat with no prospect for either? Only my idiot sons, that’s who!” He thumped the table with a huge hand, raising the dust.
“Father,” said Hakon earnestly. “When you were my age, you lifted yourself from what could have been your deathbed, sailed a deadly winter voyage, risked life and limb to rescue our mother, and then set yourselves in the very stronghold of your enemies.”
“That’s because I knew what I was doing!” roared Brynn.
“And we don’t?” countered Hakon. “You risked your life because you were confident in your ability to see things through. Well, Father, so are we!”
“We’ve heard from you, Hakon,” said Kasia. “What of your brother?”
“Where Hakon goes, I go,” said Gunnar simply.
“Your motivation I understand, at least,” grumbled Brynn. “But your brother…all of this for a woman?”
“Excuse me?” cried Kasia, her voice rising.
Brynn realized his mistake as soon as Kasia spoke and slumped into his chair. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Off you go, then. And I pray to Thor that the pair of you inherited my arm but your mother’s brains!”
“Well,” said Gunnar, as they walked away from their childhood home, “that went better than I expected. I wonder how Sif is faring with her parents?”
“They support her decision,” replied Hakon.
Gunnar laughed. “I wonder what that feels like.”
“Ah, well,” said Hakon philosophically. “The old bull may roar, but I think in his heart he knows the right of it.”
“He does roar! I’d rather face a horde of Skraelings than Father in a rage,” said Gunnar emphatically.
“Be careful what you wish for,” laughed Hakon.