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Rhoar led the way, even if he had no idea where the path would take them. He just needed them to get away from where they had been. Then later he could find a spot to look for the ships he had arrived in and see about joining his countrymen. The path soon was leading out of the woods. It was maybe a couple of miles they had walked when the trees stopped. Before leaving the cover of the trees, Rhoar scouted the terrain ahead, it was mostly flat landscape but leading towards low hills with larger wooded hills further away. No real signs of houses or people to be seen.
Rhoar had crawled up a short way into a tree to see better and could see where it would be best to go, or at least what looked the best. If you look at the vegetation, you can even at a distance have a good guess of where there are streams or rivers, small lakes and especially marshland to avoid. Plenty of water means much more, green. More bushes, trees and things of deeper green. So, setting a route in his head that would prevent them having to back track because they got caught with marshes or water baring their passes was important. He knew to avoid any paths or roads, since he didn’t want to meet other people.
After a couple of hours of trekking through the landscape rather peacefully. Having a short break to drink some water every so often. Jeanne made no sounds of complaint but just walked. Belle was silent at first too, but she had often gotten out of chores and duties and was not really used to pressing herself. So, after a couple of hours her breathing was labored, and her forehead was sweaty. Lise seemed to actually enjoy herself at first, not used to being out like this, but soon it became tiresome, and she complained audibly. But one single glance from Rhoar and all her complaining was done in silence.
They came into the low rolling hills and avoided walking over hilltops but moving along the hills made for a nice view. The weather was starting to change from sunny and hot to windier, and clouds gathering too. Belle spotted a building, or rather the remains of a building. It must have been a mill or so years ago but had burned down in part.
“Rhoar…” she said having heard the Vikings referring to him with that name when he was fighting to keep her, and to claim the two other women. She repeated his name again like it was funny to hear the word, like it felt strange to feel the name coming over her tongue.
Rhoar turned and looked at her in surprise at hearing his name spoken, especially in a quiet feminine voice with a strange accent. Belle pointed and he looked in the direction, then looked at her and nodded like he agreed. He looked at the sky and made a nod towards it as if to tell her that the sky was a problem. The clouds were getting darker.
“Rapidus” he said in Latin, but all three women understood him, rapid means the same in French. Belle and Jeanne both complied but Lise whimpered and then yelped in shock as Rhoar just picked her up like she was weightless and very roughly threw her over his shoulder where the shaft of his battle axe wasn’t in the way. He continued unhindered as they made it toward the ruined mill. A shower of hard rain started only a few minutes before they reached it, so all were soaked to the skin when they got inside. The mill consisted of two buildings that were joined, the taller mill that had burned, and a lower cottage that still had roof over most of it.
Jeanne instructed the other two girls to get most of their clothes off, so they could get the clothes up to dry. Now, they each wore only white or colorless undergarment, dresses that were mostly damp on all three of them, so they were transparent. Rhoar did not notice, he put Lise down along with his battle axe and quickly gathered firewood. Having seen places around that were out fındıkzade escort of the rain so whatever there would be dry. He quickly returned and left the kindling and wood on the floor. Jeanne opened her small pack that she had made when trying to flee and which was never taken from her after Rhoar had claimed her from the other Viking. He had even made sure she remembered it when they fled the village. Inside there were a few things, to mention a few, a brush, a bar of soap, a tinderbox, scissors, a mirror… hard to come by. The was also dried meat in a leather pouch.
She offered some to each of the girls and hesitated just a heartbeat and then offered a bigger portion to Rhoar, who looked at her briefly, like to see if she meant it. He sniffed it and then chewed it calmly. He watched Jeanne getting the girls to hang up the wet clothes as Jeanne herself started a fire in the fireplace, as she was building it, Rhoar checked that the chimney hole for the smoke wasn’t blocked. He sat down and just observed the women, and eyes closed, and his breathing came slow and deep. Like he was asleep within a minute.
The mill was next to a small stream and a small pond had been made there too. It was behind the building and trees. While Rhoar slept the rain stopped and sun came out. Jeanne told the two girls to relax and sleep some too, while she wanted to go look around and get cleaned up. She blushed as she was reminded how she had been violated, by the Viking Rhoar had killed, before he had been defeated. She had never had time to clean herself fully. She had used some water and a piece of cloth torn from her skirt, but she still felt… dirty.
Shortly after, Rhoar woke up seeing the two young women sleeping soundly cuddling close together for comfort and warmth. He wondered where Jeanne was but didn’t worry. He almost knew that she wouldn’t dream of leaving or running away leaving the two young girls here. He felt sweaty, bloody and a mess and decided he needed to clean up. Standing up he felt very proud of himself looking at the two young women, his possession and he knew he had fought for them and gotten them, literally by the strength of his hands. He went outside, having seen the pond and decided he wanted to soak in the water.
He was ever vigilant and when he moved, he did it stealthily despite his size. He was shocked when he saw Jeanne, with her back to him. Well, he chuckled to himself, with her backside to him. He observed in awe as she had the skirt up over her wonderful amazing behind and he saw how her fingers were cleaning herself… down there.
She had just carefully and delicately cleaned her pussy of all that which the other Viking had left there. She had started to really enjoy cleaning herself. Her ass no longer sore from her punishment but she started to giggle to herself as she moved her hand over her own behind and did it with handful after handful of water. Suddenly, she started to clean her back hole too with a finger, and she clearly did it more because she liked it than she did to get clean. She had brought the soap and covered all of her behind in foam and massaged her very curvy and perfectly shaped ass.
Rhoar was getting very aroused watching this and when finally, Jeanne rinsed the soap off her ass and again giggling played with a finger in each of her holes, it was too much for Rhoar and he moved behind her. He took her hand in his, not to stop her, but to stop her from moving it. Jeanne froze in shock but just for a second. She had come to learn how silent this big young man was but also, she knew the hand. She blushed to herself as she realized… she welcomed the hand. Like Belle, Jeanne had seen this hand kill people, she had been punished by it, but now this hand aksaray escort was on her exposed ass.
Rhoar let her finger out of her ass but chuckled as he made her finger stay inside her pussy. And then his much bigger finger started to play with her asshole and fingered it. He could hear soft moans from Jeanne, and she sometimes looked around, not scared, not worried, but almost like she was making sure it was real, like she had to see him there, to be sure it was happening. Then Rhoar moved his finger out and having stripped to go swimming he was already naked and aroused, and he just guided his big throbbing cockhead to the tiny back entrance of this adult woman.
Jeanne froze when she realized that this young man was about to be the first to enter her, back entrance and she turned her head to speak. A flow of words came out of her but not too loud, like Jeanne didn’t want to disturb the girls inside. Rhoar was about to get angry as he a moment thought the woman was making objections. But then amongst all the French words were a word of two that he understood in Latin. French being a language with base in Latin made it simple of Rhoar to understand the gist of it. The main word he understood was ‘slow’. She wanted him to, but wanted him not to hurt her, not to do it too fast.
He softly massaged her ass in his hands and did it fully to enjoy her perfect behind. Then he took his cock into his hand again and place the cockhead at her back entrance and started to press forward.
SMACK, not too hard but she felt that big hand on her white ass, each single digit could be felt, and it burned where it landed. The young man behind her chuckled happily as he used the shock of this surprise spank to thrust his cock into her ass. In unison they almost identically gasped “oh god” in their own language. Jeanne had thought it might hurt, that she might feel like she was being split apart… but it was wonderful. Rhoar just wanted it, had no expectations, just knew it was his to claim. But the tightness and the pleasure were as surprising as it had been when the young beauty Belle had taken him into her mouth.
He was in no hurry, he did it at a leisurely pace, enjoying himself. And Jeanne enjoyed it too. Jeanne would often turn her head, her face flushed but smiling at the young man having her. She reached under herself and Rhoar grunted as she could feel the grown woman, mother of the two women, at least that was what he thought. Her hand was touching herself a little but then she reached back more, and he could feel her hand so lovingly, so tenderly caressing his scrotum. His cock quickly grew even more as she did this, and his cockhead got huge inside the tight anal passage.
Jeanne felt it too and moved forward and quickly turned around, smiling up at Rhoar with a face that was flushed, one of her hands between her legs rubbing herself furiously as she took his hard cock into her hand and guided it into her mouth. She just kept looking up into his eyes as she let go of his cock and instead used the hand to support herself against his tall strong body and then she almost seemed to devour him fully. The full length of his cock that a moment ago had been inside her ass, was now disappearing down her throat. She grunted and moaned over his cock as her eyes watered and she fought to keep eye contact as her other hand kept touching herself and her mouth was moving back and forth on the fat cock, clearly working with a hunger to get what she knew this man had for her.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she felt the huge cock erupting violently while deep inside her mouth. She could feel like her belly was being filled with his seed. Even she couldn’t say if the tears was because she was choking and short of air, or eyüp escort if it was joy for feeling like a woman. Like a woman loved and desired. She moved out to breath but as she orgasmed to her own fingers, her other hand almost instinctively milked Rhoar empty, draining every drop. At the end Jeanne sighed and let Rhoar out, smiling at him, with a thankful gleam in her eyes, shamelessly showing her mouth was full of his seed. She swallowed and then proceeded to clean herself again.
Rhoar jumped into the water to swim and no further words or glances were exchanged. Jeanne went inside and checked on the clothes and got them spread out in a new way so more dampness could dry. She gently woke the two girls who both could see a gleam in Jeanne’s eyes, and that she clearly looked like she had had a nice bath. Rhoar came inside and got his weapons and said in Latin “food hunt” and Belle told that to the others. Jeanne suggested the two girls use that Rhoar wasn’t there, to go bathe themselves. She found herself alone in the ruined cottage humming softly to herself and at this moment, she felt no older than the two other women.
Jeanne’s perspective:
Days were slowly running, like grains of sand in an hourglass. Or like the leaves in the forest when autumn is well advanced. Jeanne was removing the leaves of some fruits that Rhoar had brought to the mill and was thinking about the strange equilibrium in their unlikely household. Because it felt like a household, although there was only one man and three… wives. And each of them was aware of her personal position in this harem. Belle definitely had a privileged position. Although the Viking was using her mouth exclusively, she was the only one allowed to sleep with him at night. This was amazing. Jeanne had never heard about a man who is happy to be pleased only orally. She chuckled, as she remembered that this wasn’t exactly true, since Rhoar had fucked herself… in the ass.
This had been an incredible experience. Jeanne sometimes thought about it when she was alone. It had been so primitive and selfish, but still she had felt validated. This fat young thing inside her asshole: it had stretched her so good! It had definitely been worth the pain because indeed it had been painful. The French woman didn’t mind this, it was a way for the man to establish his power over the woman, and she felt good in the obedient position. She was sure that Belle thought the same and loved kneeling for the Viking. It was also easy to accept his authority because he didn’t abuse it, he didn’t seem proud. He was a natural leader.
A leader who can be gentle and who knows how to punish. Jeanne remembered how Rhoar had fucked Belle in the mouth after the accident with the three French soldiers. She shivered when the image of Belle’s cum covered face came to her mind. Belle had the features of a princess, but this boy had put her in her place. When Lise and Belle were having a dispute and Lise felt out of arguments, she would remind her cousin how the Viking had finished on her face and Belle would immediately blush and run away, defeated by the younger girl.
And then another memory came to Jeanne’s mind. Her own punishment. Her own shame. She wasn’t even guilty: it was all this little idiot Lise’s fault! But Rhoar hadn’t tried to understand, he hadn’t inquired. He had just taken her rudely over his knees, had ripped her clothes and had spanked her ass in front of the girls. When she was younger, Jeanne had been spanked, including by Lise’s father. She knew this was the best punishment for women. But it hadn’t happened to her in years and, most importantly, it had always come from someone older. Not from a boy nearly the age of her own daughter! For the French woman this had been quite a humbling experience, not to mention that the strong Viking hand had made her ass sting.
However, for Jeanne pain and shame weren’t the main aspects of this spanking. Rhoar’s justified anger had eventually left its place to a very manly admiration which had led to the second encounter between her backside and the man from the North. And this, this made Jeanne smile to herself.
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