In Part 1, Colum the monk was taken from the smoldering ruins of Iona by Viggo, his new Viking master. Now in the trading town of Birka, Colum will learn to serve – and to fight, for the Viking’s seeress has foretold his future as a great warrior, fighting by Viggo’s side as his brother, his lover… More
In Part 1, Colum the monk was taken from the smoldering ruins of Iona by Viggo, his new Viking master. Now in the trading town of Birka, Colum will learn to serve – and to fight, for the Viking’s seeress has foretold his future as a great warrior, fighting by Viggo’s side as his brother, his lover… But first Colum must beg Viggo for his freedom, so he can fight the wicked trader who’s going to use and abuse his friend Niall. What price must he pay Viggo for the chance to serve out justice for his friend? EXCERPT: Viggo lazily lifted his shield, and Colum attacked. Almost all his training at Clonmacnoise had been with the stave, the long pole that could be swung two handed in a closed grip, used as a shield in a wide grip, used as a spear in a cross grip. The Dane ax was as close to a stave as he would get here; he need only adjust his grip higher, towards the head, to rebalance the weight. Viggo yelped as the Dane axe bit the edge of his shield. Colum pulled the head back towards him as the other end flew around and hit Viggo in the side. He swung the blade at Viggo’s feet, slow enough that he had time to jump. Colum’s body kept moving with the weight of the ax head, until, at the end of the blade’s arc, his body was sideways, which let him reverse the motion and thrust the blunt end of the ax into Viggo’s guts. “Ooomph,” Viggo said, flinching. Colum backed off, suddenly realizing what he’d done. He dropped his axe and shield to the ground. This was his master and he’d hurt him – what would be the price? Viggo’s astonishment turned into a smile, then a roar of laughter. “By all the gods, you are a warrior.” He dropped his own axe and shield and rushed Colum, tackling him to the ground. He pinned his slave’s hands above him into the dirt, his hair brushing Colum’s face. “But I am still master here.” Viggo attacked his throat; his beard was smooth, clean, trimmed short, and felt like silk on his skin, but his lips were rough and chapped from a life outside and the salt sea air. They opened and his teeth clamped on the side of Colum’s neck, strong enough to tear the life out of him like a lion killing a lamb. Then Viggo’s weight pressed down on him as he spiked his erection into Colum’s groin over and over with the sinuous, almost snake-like motions of his hips. Colum’s own manhood responded to the twin sensations of tongue and cock, rising to the challenge, his sword dueling with Viggo’s. But he knew this was a battle he would lose…a battle in which he would have surrendered anyway. “Fight me,” Viggo whispered in his ear. Colum had been a wrestler, too, and knew not to struggle uselessly to free his arms as an inexperienced fighter would do. Instead, as much as it pained him to part the pressure of Viggo’s cock against his own, he turned his hips, flinging his right foot over Viggo’s. His master had unwisely left Colum’s legs unpinned, and the strength of Colum’s middle and his sturdy if shorter legs made Viggo’s lock on his arms irrelevant. Now he was on top… Viggo smiled, pleased. Using his own wrestling skills, he inverted their tangled bodies again, then used his stronger thighs to part Colum’s, pressing his hard meat into the space between Colum’s balls and ass, rubbing it against the root of Colum’s own erection. Colum’s face scrunched up, warring against the pleasure, and Viggo grinned, rolling off him. “Into the stable.” Colum jumped up, heart racing, and nearly ran to his stall, Viggo right behind him.