Chapter 37
Avery
I down it with a glass of water before I go to the bathroom and get ready.
There are so many things on this world I didn’t have back home, and some I always took for granted, like being able to enjoy a steaming hot shower whenever I want.
The one on the farm was usually warm, but never hot, and with four of us, there wasn’t always enough warmth to go around.
After I finish my shower and get dressed, I walk into the living room.
I’m still stuffed from the feast, so I don’t even think about having breakfast. I sit down on the couch with a nice cold glass of water and puff on my vape.
I’ll definitely quit… again. But I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
I don’t even have to feel guilty about it since it’s not harmful here.
My mates sleep longer than I do. Ivar is the first one to wake up and he comes stumbling into the living room holding his head.
“By Thor’s hammer, I’ve never had a headache like this,” he groans.
“I left pills by the bed that will get rid of the hangover.” I gesture toward the bedroom. “I wasn’t sure if you guys even got hangovers.”
“They were rare on our world, but sometimes after a feast we would feel it the next morning,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
Ivar leaves and I hear him in the bedroom, then the bathroom. He takes a shower and gets dressed before he returns to the living room, and I can hear the others finally stirring.
“That’s a little better,” he says, walking past me to the kitchen. “Need some fucking coffee though. I think I got addicted to it while we were on Mallow.”
“I probably would have as well if I wasn’t pregnant almost the entire time,” I say, sucking on my vape and blowing out a cloud. “Never had a taste for it on Earth.”
Ivar makes coffee for himself and his brothers. He brings it into the living room as they walk in. I can tell from their demeanors that they already took their pills, or the hangover doesn’t bother them as much as it does Ivar.
“Another day with nothing to do,” Sigurd grumbles as he sits down beside me on the couch. “At least, until the babies wake up.”
“Speak for yourself. I need to head to the ship once I have some coffee in me,” Ivar says.
“Why?” I ask, raising a brow.
“We discussed it while you were sleeping,” Ivar answers. “We haven’t made a final decision, of course, because you get a vote as well, but we’re considering staying here.”
“Really?” I feel a tremor of excitement. “Do you think we’ll be allowed to stay? I assume so, since they take refugees.”
“I’m going to talk to the royal families first. If they would like to relocate, I’ll talk with President Haggard,” Ivar replies.
“Oh, so you only want to stay if the others want to move here too?” I ask.
“Not necessarily,” Erik interjects. “We’re still going to put the safety of you and our children first. Plus, we don’t know if President Haggard will agree to take everyone. We have a lot to consider, but we need to talk to everyone back home before we decide what our future holds.”
“That’s fair,” I concede. “But if staying is an option, that’s definitely my vote.”
“Thought it would be,” Sigurd says.
We continue talking, and the conversation shifts to the feast. We all had fun, and ate too much food, even before dessert was served. I ate more than I did when I was eating for three. Vikings sure seem to love eating. And celebrating.
After the conversation dies out and they’ve finished their coffee, Erik exhales sharply and stands up, stretching his arms.
“I think I’m going for a morning run,” he says. “That always helps me burn off a feast. Here, I don’t even have to hide. I can just run.”
“I’m going to have another cup of coffee.” Sigurd leans forward, glancing over at me. “Want anything, mate?”
“No, I’m fine, thank you,” I reply.
“I’ll head to the ship,” Ivar says, stroking his chin where his beard is growing back in now that they no longer have to shave them. “If everything goes well, I’ll try to get a meeting with President Haggard.”
I’m alone in the living room for a few minutes when Ivar and Erik leave. Sigurd doesn’t return immediately. After his coffee, he goes to the nursery and checks on the babies. There’s some noise from one of the girls, but a few rumbling words from him soothes her.
I’ll probably spend my day in there with them. I love being around them, and will take as much time with them as I can get. Their fathers seem to hog all the time when they’re around.
“How are they?” I ask when Sigurd returns.
“Perfectly fine,” he says, sitting down next to me on the couch. “And you’re still okay? You did a lot for a new mother.”
“Yeah, I’m as good as new, as they used to say on Earth,” I laugh. “The medical advancements here are incredible. I actually feel better than I did before I got pregnant. Like everything has a new layer, almost. Even my skin.”
“Well, good,” Sigurd chuckles. “Because there was one part of the feast they seem to have left out.”
“Oh?” I say, hitting my vape.
“The Celebration Spanking,” he says, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Oh!” I say louder, shaking my head, my voice getting a little whinier. “No, come on. Maybe I exaggerated how I feel. I just had… three babies.”
“You’re good as new,” he growls, a slight mock to his tone as he reaches over and takes my wrist. “Which means we can celebrate the right way.”
I whimper and whine as he pulls me across his thighs. I’m still holding my vape and he pries it from my fingers, then puts it on the table beside me. A Celebration Spanking. I didn’t even do anything wrong and I’m still going to get my bottom blistered.
“You guys aren’t even honoring gods,” I protest. “Just clones.”
“Well, as they say here, when Vikings evolve, they don’t leave out the fun parts,” he chuckles, dragging my skirt up slowly, then snatching my panties down so fast I squirm.
I keep squirming as he keeps tugging until he removes them completely. I try to grab at them with my toes, like that’s going to do something.
“This isn’t fun!” I grouse, already feeling the arousal between my thighs and a flare in my core.
“It is for me,” he smirks, unbuttoning my coat before removing it.
My skirt hugs my curves as he peels it off me.
I thought I was at least keeping this on since he took my panties off first, but I forgot I’m being manhandled by a brute.
Of course he’s going to strip me naked for my celebration spanking.
I can also feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, which just makes me wetter.
“Didn’t you say I had to volunteer for this?” I question, squirming on his dick, my nipples hardening when they rub against his pants.
“If no one volunteers, someone is chosen,” he says, placing his callused palm on my ass. “So, either way, we’re going to celebrate.”
He raises his hand and brings it down firmly across the center of my ass. Then he gives each cheek a gentler slap before jolting me with the next few that come fast.
“Ow, how is this a celebration?” I complain, kicking my feet.
“Because after a few more of these,” he says, delivering stinging slaps across the center of my ass before spreading my thighs with his finger and thumb, “there’s some sweet honey for me.”
Sigurd dips his finger into my folds, not stopping until he reaches my clit. He rubs it in a slow, maddening circle that makes me writhe and whimper while I squirm on his erection. Then he moves his finger to my entrance and slides it in, coating his finger with my arousal and making me gasp.
“Sweet honey is always worth celebrating,” he declares, pulling his finger out of me, sucking on it, and slapping my ass.
“Ah!” I squeal, and the spanking resumes. “Is this really a tradition or are you just making it up?”
“It’s a tradition,” he rumbles. “But every Viking has their own way of doing it. This is mine.”
He lands a few more slaps, then parts my thighs and plays with my pussy again.
The contrast between pleasure and pain is intense.
After he continues alternating between spanking me and touching me, I can’t tell if I’m crying out from my reddening ass or the orgasm I keep being on the edge of every time he pulls his finger away.
“Just a dripping mess, getting your sweet honey all over my nice pants,” he scolds playfully, then licks his finger. “Now I have to spank you for that, too.”
“They’re self-cleaning!” I argue, before he starts spanking me again. “Just like everything else here!”
“Oh, well, you need a good spanking anyway,” he shrugs, slapping away while I squirm, tears finally starting to dampen my lashes.
“Why?” I wail, kicking my feet a little faster as the stinging gives way to the familiar burn that makes my core clench and unclench desperately.
“So that you’ll be nice and wet for the good fucking you’re going to get afterwards,” he rumbles, rubbing his finger between my legs immediately.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, orgasming as soon as he traces my clit.
“Guess you’re ready for that now, aren’t you?
” Sigurd moves me to the arm of the couch, ass up, pussy clenching desperately from the teasing orgasm still surging through me.
Sigurd tears at his pants, not even bothering to unbutton them.
The button flies off, the zipper rips, and then he’s inside me.
“Sigurd, oh, god,” I moan, his ridged cock impaled deep. Then he starts to thrust and I come unraveled, a bigger orgasm tearing through me. “Fuck!”
“See, I know what a good spanking does to you,” he says, hammering his cock into me. “Even if it makes you cry a little.”
His thrusts are brutal and fast. Exactly what I need right now, because he’s right. I love his roughness, and I may protest getting my ass spanked red, but my body still craves it, just like it knew they were mates and punishing me with stabbing pain when I tried to deny it.
“It’s a good thing this couch is self-cleaning too,” I groan, feeling my arousal dripping below me while he tears into my pussy like a wild animal who can’t get enough.
“I’ll spank you for it anyway,” he taunts, slapping my ass a few times between harder, deeper thrusts.
“You’re going to make me come again!” I scream, then I orgasm with him throbbing against my g-spot.
“I’m going to put another baby in you,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. “If we end up moving here, I’m going to breed you until we need a bigger mansion.”
“Fuck, fuck,” I cry out, coming hard on his cock.
“Starting with this one,” he roars, erupting inside me while my pussy massages every inch of his massive length.
“Sigurd!” I scream even louder, biting into the sofa to silence it as every pulse of his hot seed sends smaller, rippling orgasms through me.
“I think we’ll make sure we remember to do this after every feast,” Sigurd chuckles, patting my ass a few times. He stays buried inside me until he starts to go limp, then slowly pulls out.
“Next time…” I mutter, gasping for breath as I come down from the last tremble of bliss. “I think I’ll volunteer.”
“Good girl,” he croons, kissing my red ass before pulling away.
So much for spending all day in the nursery. I’ll definitely get in there as soon as I can.
But first, Mama needs a nap.