House of Freya: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 1) Read Free Page B

supple tunic and leggings from her tired limbs. With nothing but her thin undergarments remaining, they ushered her toward the bath.
                  The smell of the perfumed water was nearly as intoxicating as the wine. Hrolf had brought her goblet along, and she took another sip. The taste and the smell combined in a delicious swirl that seemed to wrap itself in coils around and through her head. She sighed contentedly, though whether it was over the wine, or the feel of Lars's hands sliding her camisole off her shoulders, she wasn't sure. Lars and Hrolf had possibly the smoothest hands she had ever felt. Their hands were like velvet. Or cats' paws. She glanced at Hrolf's face. His eyes seemed to be glowing. They slid her out of her remaining clothes and helped her into the bath.
                  The hot water felt exquisite. The weariness seemed to melt away; her entire body felt liquid, and as she soaked, it felt replenished and fortified. Lars tended to her hair, loosening her braids and brushing it smooth. The feel of the brush and his fingers running through her hair sent tingles across her scalp. Hrolf kept her glass at the ready. She felt remarkably relaxed and yet surprisingly alert. But her thoughts were entirely focused on the pleasure of these ministrations. Even when she tried to bring her thoughts around to Freya, her questions and concerns about the goddess slipped away.
                  The water was only just beginning to cool when Lars, finished with her hair, brought a large towel, and Hrolf offered a hand to help her out. Enveloping her in its plush softness, they led her to sit in a cushioned chair opposite the tub. Lars knelt before her, producing a bottle of oil. He took her foot in his hand and drizzled a trail of oil from her ankle to her toes. It was warm and grew warmer as he set to work massaging it into her skin. Hrolf stood behind her, twisting her hair into fresh coils and piling them onto her head, baring her neck. He slid the towel down off her shoulders and gently began his own application of oil to her neck and back.
                  Lars massaged one foot and then the other. His hands moved up to her ankles and calves. She stretched out one leg to allow him better access to her knee and thigh. Hrolf slid his hands down her arms and back up to her shoulders. Sigrun let her eyes drift shut and lost herself in the feeling of their soft, smooth hands and the warm oil on her skin. Hrolf's reach plunged down her sides to her waist. Lars caressed her upper thighs. Hrolf's hand circled her breast, and she realized that she was purring in response. And so were they.
                  "The goddess has commanded us to give you pleasure," Hrolf murmured in her ear. "The House of Freya requires it."
                  "Well," Sigrun sighed, "if it's a necessity..."
                  Lars slid his hand from her thigh to her sex, so wet already that his fingers slipped between her lips with ease. He hooked his hand inside, massaging with his fingers, while with his thumb he rubbed circles around her clitoris. Hrolf cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. She dropped her head back and arched her shoulders, tipping her pelvis to press against Lars's hand and tilting her breasts to receive Hrolf's caresses. It was dizzying to receive so much simultaneous attention. He pinched her nipples, twisting them slightly and sending a wave of pleasure rippling over the circles already radiating out from her clit and her pulsing cunt. Lars pressed harder, worked at her sweet spots until her sighs became ahs and ohs and gasps. Filling her with his hand, he focused his attention on her clit, bending his mouth to her, licking and sucking, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Sigrun's breath was coming fast and ragged now. The thought flickered through her mind that the two men were sure to cause her sensory overload, but they were working in