1. Trust


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: avrgblkgrl, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    experience the heat of her body ended. The men were disappointed. The journey continued with stops that resulted in trade, or else in a battle that left the land and people without valuable goods. He was a Viking after all. Simple as that. He was also a great swordsman, known to posses the ability of using either his left or right hand to wield his sword. He also excelled in the use of the knife. He carried many, often in hidden places. But from Iona he hid nothing. Without concern for her preferences, he often stripped himself of his confines and was shamelessly naked before her. At first she was quite uncomfortable. This was something he found amusing since the traditions of her people left them scantily dressed. She began, however, to regard him when she thought him distracted--especially when he bathed. Of course he equally regarded her, but with no discomfort or pretense of shame. Iona admired the broadness of his shoulders, the way it flowed into a narrow waist. Every thing about his body screamed strength. No part of him was without muscle. What she found most stirring was where the outer part of his legs met his hips The definition of such an area escaped her. All she knew was how it formed an inverted U at the top of his thighs. It moved into a well formed V in the front, below the divided muscles of his torso, and led the eye to the nest of blond hair between his strong thighs. There hung an impressive appendage, having width as well as length. Iona thought him ...
    fearsome, some of his parts more so than others. Iona was unfortunately not innocent when it came to the form of a man. Not being touched by her last captors was pure luck that she encouraged by pretending to vex them. She imagined, with the size of his hands and that appendage, he had likely pleased a great number of women. The thought made Iona tingle in her most private places. He admired the curve of Iona's hips, her small waist and the swell of her firm breasts. The circle around her nipples was darker than her skin, something that enticed him. Each nipple reminded him of little, sweet raisins. He wished to taste their sweetness with the tip of his tongue before devouring them. He thought her long hair, in its unique twists, interesting. He wanted to ask her to twist his. He thought her beautiful too--the loveliness of her face, almond shaped eyes with long dark lashes, sultry lips and button nose. Mostly, he loved the full roundness of her bottom. He enjoyed an ass that he could grab, spread out his hands and squeeze. For him it held the greatest attraction. He considered it to be one of her finest assets. When Iona removed the layers of her clothing and only a thin shift remained against her skin, he delighted in viewing the curves and shadows of her body by candle light. His cock would grow hard and obvious. He was no stranger to the giving and receiving of sexual pleasures. Being within touching distance and not being able to touch her was sometimes unbearable. One ...
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