Tor: Viking Master

Maida clearly thought he had drifted off to sleep, but he hadn’t. He felt groggy, and very sleepy, but his eyes were open, and they stayed open as he watched her bathe herself in the bowl. She had her back to him, and so he had a perfect view of her curvaceous backside and slender waist. He continued to watch as she ran her soapy hands over her shoulders and down her arms. Then, when she bent to wash her legs and knees, he gained the most erotic view of her bottom and labia. Inwardly, he groaned. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. He didn’t dare move in the bed for he had no wish for her to discover that he was awake and watching her.

Her hands began to work on her breasts and then her right hand dipped between her legs. By Frigg, let her turn around so that he could see her from the front. Frigg was listening, because Maida did turn around. Tor’s eyes were transfixed on her pubis. He could only ogle her as she ran her hands over it, once again, and then she applied yet more soap to her breasts. What utterly gorgeous breasts they were. Not too large, yet not too small, and they looked so firm. Her pink nipples seemed so hard. How he would love to kiss them.

She stepped out of the bowl and dried herself off, and she continued to walk around the chamber totally naked. As she passed close to the bed, he quickly closed his eyes, leaving just the tiniest slits for him to look out of. That was when he saw the dark bruising under her breasts. She obviously hurt herself when she tumbled in the boat, yet she had not once complained. Neither had she complained about the ankle which she so clearly limped upon.

“Viking, I can sense that you are watching me.”

His eyes opened fully. “By Frigg, you are an astute woman.”

“You breathe too fast for a man who sleeps and make a poor show of closing your eyes.”

She limped across to the bed. “You watched me bathe.”

“You could have stopped when you realized.”

“I was filthy, thanks to your mistreatment of me.”

“Then, I apologize.”

She put her hands on her hips. “What, for your mistreatment of me, or for ogling me?”

“Not for ogling you. I could not help it. You have a beautiful body, although that bruising must hurt you a good deal.”

“Aye, it hurts.”

“You know, I was having trouble thinking clearly anyway, but with you standing nude before me, ‘tis near impossible.”

“I would rather not put back on my dirty clothing. To do so would make the bathing pointless.”

“There are clothes in the trunk over by the wall. They belonged to my wife, and she has no need of them now. Take what you want.”

Maida went to the trunk, found a chemise, and put it on.

“You should stop there. ‘Tis night time. You would not want to sleep in a dress.”

She returned to the bed.

“You limp badly. I know your breasts must hurt. Why don’t you have some of the poppy juice?”

“It must be treated with respect. ‘Tis a powerful herb.”

“Aye, and it eases pain. I feel a good deal better for having had it.”

She lightly touched his head and frowned. “You may feel better, but you are not. Your fever is still high. However, I shall take a little, so that I can get some sleep.” She picked up the cup and drank. “Now, where shall I sleep?”

“Sleep with me.”

“Is that an order from my Viking master?”

“Nay.”

“Am I still your thrall?”

“Aye.”

“Even though I have told you I did not kill your brother.”

“You are here in my country. I cannot take you back for the weather has turned. Therefore, you remain here, and you are my responsibility.”

She sat on the bed and folded her arms crossly. “You are an unfair man.”

He yawned. The poppy juice had taken a powerful hold of him. “I am a Viking. Allegedly we pillage and we forcefully take away maidens’ virtues.”

“Have you done that to a maiden?”

“Nay, I have not. I hope I never will.” He saw Maida rub her eyes. He could tell that she had trouble keeping them open.

“Goodness, that was strong poppy juice.”

“Perhaps it was, or perhaps you are just very tired.”

She yawned. “I cannot keep awake.”

He pulled her down beside him. “Then go to sleep, Saxon. I promise not to take away your virginity.”

“It’s already been taken,” she muttered, as she drifted off to sleep.

Tor’s eyes were also closed. It was strong poppy juice.