15. Cherine

Chapter 15

Cherine

T he next evening, as the sun set and twilight draped its soft blanket over the forest, we found ourselves standing hesitantly outside Rolf’s bedroom door. Erik held my hand tightly, a gesture that was both comforting and unnerving. That morning, I hadn’t been sure what to expect from either of them—last night was still fresh in my mind, and in my body. I thought maybe it would have been awkward, at least between Erik and I, but when Rolf said he wanted to see us after dinner, I knew there was a chance it would all happen again.

Not that I minded.

The anticipation of what awaited us inside fueled a fire within me, a potent combination of fear and desire. Did Rolf want the same thing or…something more?

As Erik turned the knob and gently pushed the door open, the warm glow of candlelight welcomed us in, painting Rolf’s room in a soft amber hue. The presence of his large bed dominated the space, as if waiting for me, and an air of mystery and invitation hung heavy in the room.

Rolf stood at the foot of his bed, his eyes locked on us as we entered. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of loose- fitting pants that clung to his taut body, leaving little to the imagination. He was an embodiment of masculinity, of raw Viking prowess. My heart quickened as I took him in, my knees weakened under the intensity of his gaze. His gaze that told me how very much he wanted me again.

With a gentle nudge from Erik, I stepped forward towards Rolf, feeling his eyes follow every inch of my body as I approached him. His gaze was possessive and hungry, a contrast to Erik’s quiet directness which had been guiding me thus far.

My heart pounded in my chest as I met Rolf's fiery gaze, the heat of his eyes searing into my soul. He was a force of nature, a predator assessing his prey. I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet there was something exhilarating in the sensation, as if I were standing on the precipice of life or death. I always felt this way with him, even when it ended with ecstasy.

Rolf reached out and took me by the hand, pulling me towards him with a firm grip. His touch sent a thrill coursing through me, igniting my skin. My breath hitched as he led me to the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Erik,” he said to him, his voice deep and authoritative while his gaze stayed locked on mine, “I want you to sit at the foot of the bed and watch us.” There was a command in his tone that Erik instinctively understood. As his gaze flicked from Rolf to me, it held a mixture of unease and anticipation. With a nod, he complied, sitting on the edge of the bed as instructed.

As Rolf guided me around the side and onto the bed, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Erik as he sat vigilantly beside us. There was a sense of foreboding in his posture—part reluctance and part excitement—but he remained steadfast nonetheless. I knew this moment was not only about me and Rolf; it was about the bond between all of us and their role in my life.

“Remove your chemise and lie down, my beauty,” Rolf said.

I also did as I was told, discarding my clothes beside me. My breath hitched as Rolf’s hands began to roam my body, exploring every inch of my skin with a reverence that sent shivers down my spine. He traced the contours of my face, following the curve of my cheek and the slope of my jawline. His fingers then ventured lower, tracing the delicateness of my collarbone and the swell of my breasts. This felt so different from every other version of Rolf I’d seen. This one looked at me as if I were one of their pagan goddesses.

I could feel Erik’s eyes on me, his gaze burning into my skin as if he too was exploring me through Rolf’s touch. The intensity of his gaze only heightened the exhilaration coursing through me. A sense of possession and desire hung in the air, an unspoken understanding between us three.

Rolf’s fingers danced over my flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. As he reached my bare chest, I shivered under his touch, eager for more. His hands cupped my breasts, his fingers gently pinching and rolling my nipples until they hardened under his touch.

“You are so very beautiful,” he whispered, his voice a deep rumble that resonated within me. My heart swelled with his words, a warmth spreading from my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes. His words shouldn’t make me feel this way, only Erik’s should. And yet…

As Rolf continued his exploration, I felt his lips brush against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His kisses started at the crook of my neck and moved downwards, each one more intense than the last. I arched my back in response, eager for him to continue his exploration.

Knowing Erik was watching intensified every sensation I experienced.

Rolf’s exploration continued, his hands now roaming my waist and hips with a possessive gentleness that sent shivers through me. As he reached my inner thighs, I could feel the heat radiating from him, his desire building with each passing moment.

With a gentle yet firm hand, Rolf spread my legs apart, exposing myself completely to him. His gaze met mine as he took in the sight before him, and I could see the raw hunger in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly began to trace the soft skin of my inner thighs with his fingers, moving ever closer to the center of my desire.

The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel Erik’s eyes on us like he was there right beside Rolf.

Rolf’s fingers finally reached their destination, gently probing at my most sensitive spots with thick fingers. With every touch, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I arched my back in response. He continued to explore me gently—for him—but assertively, his fingers working in rhythm with the pounding of my heart.

As our eyes locked once more, Rolf’s desire for me was evident in every movement of his hands. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, as if we were two lodestone forces pulling each other closer until there was no turning back. He was doing this solely for my pleasure, solely for me.

Suddenly, Rolf’s fingers thrust deep inside me.

I gasped at the unexpected invasion, my body trembling under his touch. He continued to explore me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—a feeling of complete surrender to his touch.

My heart raced as I looked over at Erik, who was still watching us intently. I could see the envy in his eyes, but also a deep understanding of the connection between Rolf and me, if not for this one moment in time. His presence in the room was a reminder of the bond Erik and I shared—a bond that extended beyond the physical to something much deeper.

Rolf’s hands continued to move over me, his fingers never stopping their relentless exploration. As he pressed deeper inside me, curling against sensitive spots, I felt my body respond in kind, welcoming him fully into my embrace.

The intensity grew with every passing moment, my breaths becoming shallower and quicker as I struggled to contain my desire. Rolf’s gaze never left mine, his eyes filled with passion and possession that made me feel utterly desired and cherished.

As he continued to move within me, his rhythm building in intensity, I knew that this moment was more than just about physical pleasure—it was about the connection between us three, the bond that we shared and the trust that we had built over time. The trust between us and Rolf might have been precarious and slippery, but it was there, wasn’t it?

Or was this just desire overtaking my thoughts?

And in that moment, as his movements became more frenzied and the air grew thick with anticipation, I felt something shift within me. It was as if all the emotions—the fear, the need, the passion—combined to form a powerful force that bound us together even more tightly.

Meanwhile, Erik’s eyes never left us, his gaze steadfast and unwavering. He watched as Rolf continued to explore me, each movement drawing him deeper into my passion, bringing him into each moment.

As Rolf’s breath grew quicker and his movements more urgent, as if this was a game to him, one he was determined not to lose, I felt myself reaching the pinnacle of my desire. The pleasure built within me, an unstoppable force that threatened to consume me whole. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it hit me like a wave.

My body trembled beneath Rolf’s touch, my breath coming in gasps as I rode the crest of my desire. The intensity of the moment washed over me, a storm of pure ecstasy that left me breathless and weak-kneed. And all the while, Erik watched us, his eyes filled with a mix of envy and admiration.

When at last Rolf pulled his hand away, I felt a sense of emptiness wash over me, though it was quickly replaced by a deep sense of fulfillment and satisfaction, my heart galloping as I lay there on the bed.

I rolled my head to the side and looked over at Erik. There was desire in his eyes, and a hint of jealousy as well.

“Well, Erik the Axe?” Rolf said. “Are you not tired of being a bystander?”

Erik’s nostrils flared as he stood up from his seated position beside the bed, his eyes never leaving my body. He slowly undid his pants, revealing his hardened erection beneath. He walked towards us, his stride confident and sure. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on the other side of me.

Just as Rolf had done, Erik’s hands gently explored my body, tracing patterns on my skin as if he were trying to remember every inch of me. His touch was tender and loving, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me once again. Rolf’s eyes burned as he took in the sight, caught between anger and need.

Rolf then moved closer to me, his breath warm on my neck as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, Norse words I didn’t understand but felt. His voice sent another wave of desire coursing through me, and I knew that I wanted him back inside me.

Not with his hands, this time.

As if sensing my desire, Rolf grabbed my waist with his meaty grip and moved me over so I was on my side, facing Erik. My eyes widened from the move and locked onto Erik’s, watching his pupils as they grew larger and larger, expanding like black pools.

Then Rolf grabbed my hips, parted my legs, and I felt the thickness of him push between the back of my thighs. With a slow, gentle thrust, he entered me. Though he was slower this time, my mouth parted with an “Oh,” as he pushed in and Erik swallowed hard. He couldn’t look away from me, and I couldn’t look away from him, watching him so intently as Rolf filled me further and further, the slickness of my earlier desire gliding the way.

As he inhaled sharply through his nose, Erik’s hands now moved to my breasts, his fingers teasing my already hardened nipples. His touch was both tender and rough, a perfect contrast that made my entire body tingle with anticipation. I arched my back once more, inviting him to explore further, wanting, needing both of them.

As Rolf began to move within me, his rhythm in sync with Erik’s touch on my breasts, a wave of pleasure washed over me. It was as if the bond between us three had grown even stronger, the connection between us more intense than ever before.

Erik moved his hand down my body, he gently traced circles around my navel, drawing ever closer to the apex of desire. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that were building up within me. His fingers finally reached their destination, and he began to massage me with a skillful touch that was both expert and tender while Rolf pumped into me from behind.

The pleasure from Erik’s touch was building up inside me, as if a crescendo was being reached with each passing moment. As Rolf continued to thrust within me, I felt as if I were on the edge of something I wouldn’t be able to come back from.

Then, before I could become lost to the madness, Rolf pulled out of me, leaving me empty and bereft. He moved so he was underneath me and then took me by the waist again, placing me so I was on top, straddling him. With a snarl he quickly positioned his cock and pushed my hips down until I was enveloping his thick length, then pulled me forward until my forehead was against his sweaty chest.

I glanced up in time to see a wordless command go from Rolf to Erik.

Erik grunted and then came behind me, the hair of his thighs tickling the backs of mine, his presence looming over me. His hands went down to where I was wet, dripping down Rolf’s cock, and started sliding his fingers against me.

With those fingers drenched in my desire, Erik teased between my bottom cheeks, slowly pressing in a finger until I gasped, all while Rolf continued to thrust inside. Erik then positioned himself closer behind me, his hardened erection pressing against my thigh. He guided himself to my entrance, slowly, ever so slowly, pushing inside me as Rolf continued to move deep within.

I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as Erik entered me in a place I never thought he would, stretching me beyond any fantasy, the way eased by my slick desire.

The sensation was one that was unlike anything I had ever experienced before—it was as if we were becoming one entity, our bodies melding together like a creature of lust. I was so full from both sides that I felt as if my soul was being squeezed.

As Rolf’s rhythm matched that of Erik’s thrusts, the intensity of the experience grew even more profound. It seemed as if time had stopped, and all that mattered in that moment was the connection between us three. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, as if we were dancing together, our movements punctuated by grunts and groans and the slick sound of our bodies smacking against each other. The heady smell of our union, mixed with sweat, filled the room, adding to the sensations inside me.

In the midst of this alliance, I could feel the passion and desire emanating from Rolf and Erik, as if they were pouring their entire beings into this. Their affection for me, their longing for me, their desire to be with me—it all culminated in this moment of pure ecstasy.

As Erik reached his climax, his body trembled against mine, his breath ragged and shallow. He pushed in deeper, forcing the air from my lungs, muttering my name and Norse words over and over again, like a prayer.

Rolf, too, was reaching his peak, his thrusts growing more frenzied and desperate, his grunts reverberating through the room.

Then they both came at once with ragged cries that I’ll never forget, warriors losing—or winning—a different kind of battle. I felt the warmth of their seed spilling inside me, a testament to this reckoning.

When at last the moments passed, and the intensity subsided, I lay there between Rolf and Erik. Their arms wrapped around me, their bodies still shuddering from the after-effects of our lovemaking. As I closed my eyes, I felt a deep sense of contentment wash over me—a feeling of belonging, of completeness.

And yet, deep inside my heart, something stirred.

A restlessness, a fear.

A knowing that we wouldn’t be able to continue like this forever, me being shared by these two proud, beastly men.

At some point, I would have to make a choice.

Or rather, a choice would be made for me.