Chapter Six #2
“You needed the rest, my love. And I was glad of the peace.” Hakon rose stiffly to his feet then helped Sif to stand up. He walked back and forth, shaking out his legs, while Sif stretched like a cat.
“That was the most restful sleep,” yawned Sif. “Thank you, Hakon. You were right. You kept me safe and warm.” She smiled at him.
A rush of feelings swept through Hakon, and he took Sif in a fierce embrace. “You are mine,” he whispered into her ear. “My woman.” His lips brushed over her ear, and Sif shivered.
“Oh, Hakon,” she sighed. “It’s always been you. Since we were small. I love you.”
“I love you,” breathed Hakon, bringing his mouth to hers in a fiery kiss.
Sif’s body melted into his, and her hands slid up Hakon’s back.
Hakon had one hand at the small of her back and the other cupping her ass.
Before he even realized it, Hakon and Sif were pulling off their own clothes and pulling off each other’s clothes.
Their lips would part briefly to pull off a tunic or a dress then they would rejoin, their kisses almost frantic.
Finally, they were naked, lying on the grass, their hands running over each other’s bodies.
Suddenly Sif put a hand on Hakon’s chest, pressing distance between them.
“Hakon,” she panted, “what about the others? We have so much to do.”
“To Nidhogg with the others!” swore Hakon.
“For once, let the world wait for us, my Sif.” The warrior accentuated his words by sliding down the length of Sif’s naked body, the bristles of his beard brushing roughly against her soft flesh and making her gasp.
He ended at the juncture of her thighs, raining kisses along her mons and inner thighs before gently circling her clit with his tongue.
Sif’s body bowed in response to his attentions.
Hakon slid his hands beneath Sif’s buttocks, gripping her tightly so that she could not move her pelvis. He brought his tongue down to lick deeply at her folds, dipping his tongue into her pussy to sample the honey that lay within.
“Hakon…” breathed Sif.
The warrior chuckled as he continued his attentions.
Once again, he returned to her clit, circling and flicking as Sif squirmed in his iron grip.
He placed his open mouth over her clit and sucked gently, increasing the suction until Sif’s body bucked with a surging orgasm, slamming her fists into the grass.
Hakon moved to kneel at Sif’s side, his knees next to one hip.
With one hand outstretched to Sif’s throat, he gripped her firmly, holding her down.
Stretching out his other hand, he slid two fingers into her pussy, curling them upwards to find the pleasure center at the top of her sheath.
Hakon released his grip on her throat just as another climax slammed through her body, and as she came, she screamed Hakon’s name.
As she settled back into the grass, Hakon straddled her trembling body, nestling his rigid cock at the entrance to her soaking-wet pussy. Sif bit her bottom lip and lifted her hips.
“Please,” she whispered.
“What is it, Sif?” he asked, a predatory grin on his face.
“You know what,” moaned Sif. “Do it, Hakon. Do it now!”
“Beg,” growled Hakon.
“Fill me, my Lord!” cried Sif. “Please, fill me now!”
Hakon said nothing but drove his cock inside her to the very end of her sheath.
Sif cried out yet again as his act of claiming her took her over the edge once more.
The warrior drove in and out of her, again and again, his hands reaching out to seize her wrists and pin her to the ground.
Sif was going nowhere, her body held against the grass, as Hakon relentlessly pummeled her pussy.
Hakon released his grip on her wrists, but only for long enough to pull her legs up so that the backs of her knees rested on his shoulders, her bottom lifted up into the air.
Then he once again seized her wrists and pressed them into the ground above her head.
Sif was completely helpless beneath him as he drove her to orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, his frenzied thrusting increased, and Hakon felt the tingling in his core that told him he was reaching the point of final release.
He looked into Sif’s wide eyes, snarled, “Mine,” and filled her with his seed.
His final thrust drove Sif over the edge one last time, and her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him of every last drop of his essence.
Hakon slowly pulled out, releasing his grip on Sif and helping her to stretch her body out.
“Hakon,” Sif said tenderly, her fingers playing with his beard. “I’m grateful to the goddesses for this. For you.”
“And I for you, my love,” returned Hakon. “Even in the midst of chaos, we must remember what we are fighting for.”
***
It was Gunhilde’s caution that saved them. Despite being in view of the city walls, she had her Sisters cast spells to establish witch-wards at a distance from their encampment. She also insisted on rotating watches to be set throughout the night and into the dawn.
About an hour before dawn on the following day, the howls of the witch-wards broke through the darkness, and the magical flares triggered by the wards lit up the sky and turned it into daylight.
Hakon came quickly to his senses. He had stayed the night in the witches’ camp in order to keep close to Sif.
The warrior rolled out of his cot and had his hand gripping his sword hilt without even thinking about it.
He noticed that his brother had reacted with similar speed.
“Sif, my love,” he said urgently, shaking her shoulder, “we are attacked! You must get up!”
Sif rose with commendable quickness, ignoring any kind of morning routine, except for pulling on her boots.
Hakon watched over her while Gunnar left the tent to see what was going on.
Gunnar poked his head back inside the tent to say, “Warriors on the attack! Can’t tell how many.
They came with fire to burn the camp, but their torches exploded when they hit the witch-wards. Hurry!”
Hakon took Sif’s arm and pulled her from the tent.
Outside was chaos. The magical flares hung in the sky over the camp, bathing everything in light.
There were flames ringing the boundaries of the encampment where the enemy torches had exploded as they had hit the wards.
Enemy warriors were screaming as they burned.
Hakon took all of this in as they ran, but his primary focus was Sif’s safety.
He needed to make sure she was in a protected place before he set off to face the threat.
The witch-wards made a sound like the deep-throated keening of hunting horns, filling the air.
Hakon and Sif, followed closely by Gunnar, reached the center of the camp, which appeared to be the most organized place in the midst of the chaos.
Gunhilde, Sigrid, and Baedi sat in chairs at the heart of the camp, their eyes closed in trance. Three other witches stood guard over the trio, their hands shimmering with magical energies. Suddenly, Hakon heard the voice of Gunhilde in his mind, although the Elder Sister’s mouth did not move.
Hakon, well done. Leave Sif with us to help coordinate our defense.
Baedi and Sigrid are taking in what the witch-wards see and sharing it with me.
I am giving orders, but if Sif joins me, we can double the speed of our response.
You and Gunnar are needed a hundred meters to the south, where our enemies threaten to break through. Go now!
Hakon kissed Sif fiercely then looked at his brother, who nodded. They raced southwards while Hakon sent a thought to Gunhilde. Keep her safe.
We will. Now go!
Hakon and Gunnar covered the distance quickly, leaping over tent lines and twisting past obstacles.
Hakon noticed that there was none of the disorder and panic he associated with a night attack; instead, the witches moved with determination and purpose.
As they reached the southern end of the encampment, it became very clear why Gunhilde had sent them there.
The witches were lethal when they had the time and space to cast their sorcerous energies.
However, once the enemy managed to close the distance, the women were in danger, too busy dodging spears and swords to concentrate on spell-casting.
“Get behind us!” bellowed Hakon, as he linked shields with Gunnar and pressed forwards to create some space for the witches.
The beleaguered women quickly retreated behind them, but one witch was not quick enough.
An enemy spearpoint burst through her chest as she screamed and fell.
Hakon snarled as he bashed the spear-wielding enemy in the face with his shield.
The man staggered backwards, stunned, and Hakon slashed the man’s throat with a vicious backhand stroke.
The remaining enemy warriors faced the arrival of the brothers more cautiously, pausing to regather themselves. However, that proved to be their undoing, as the recovered women sent witchfire crackling past Hakon and Gunnar to wreathe the enemy warriors in green ropes of fire.
To the west, fifty meters. Quickly!
Hakon and Gunnar turned on their heels and bolted to the left, their feet given wings by the audible screams of women.
The brothers arrived in time to see two witches crumple under the savage axe strokes of a group of warriors.
Hakon shouted in fury and held his shield close to his body as he blindsided one warrior, sending the man flying.
Before anyone could react to his presence, he killed another man with a backhanded slash that opened the man’s throat.
Gunnar chopped the weapon hand of another axe man then swung the edge of his shield in a flat arc to break the man’s nose.