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Stranger

Eventually it goes black around him, darker than any night. He knows that the storm is still raging around him, he knows that he will not survive this, he knows that it is too late. Bjorn realizes with every breath that his strength is waning and that he can no longer muster the energy to fight death. It is hopeless, he realizes that there is no point in fighting for his life anymore. He never imagined that he would give up so quickly, however, he was not aware of how long he has been trying to fight against this terrible force of nature.

Björn realizes that he slowly doesn't care about anything and that his grip on the wood is getting lighter. Soon a boe or a wave will carry him away and he will sink to the bottom of the sea. The loud whistling of the wind, the cold on his skin and the strong roar of the waves disappear more and more with every breath. Soon it is very quiet around him and Björn enjoys this silence. He has made it, he has escaped the storm and can now start his journey to Valhalla relaxed.

But he realizes very quickly that something is wrong. He is as if trapped - trapped in nowhere and yet from somewhere comes a small glimmer of light. At first it was very small, now it is getting bigger, brighter and warmer and it is coming closer and closer to him. Before the light reaches him, he suddenly opens his eyes. Björn sees nothing but blinding light and before he can collect his thoughts, he quickly turns on his side and vomits half the ocean on the sand.

Groaning and roaring like a deer, he lies down on his back again and tries to recognize something, but the light of the sun does not make it easy for him. He then closes his eyes and contorts his face painfully, his head throbbing and threatening to burst at any moment. I'm alive, he thinks and smiles, so the gods have something planned for me after all.

Suddenly, darkness falls over his face and the warmth on his skin disappears. Björn thinks at first of a cloud that is moving in front of the sun, but that is not the case. Curious, he opens his eyes and flinches slightly when he looks into the eyes of two children. It is a little girl and a boy who look at him skeptically.

Björn can understand their astonished faces, he doesn't even want to know what he looks like. He wants to stand up and say something to the children, but before he can even make a move, a taller figure appears by the children. Then everything happens very quickly. He hears a dark voice, followed by a dull blow to his head. Björn mumbles some unintelligible words before it turns black around him again and he loses consciousness.

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Slowly the fog in his head clears, yet it is still quite dark and he has no idea where he is. Björn is smacking, he has a bitter taste in his mouth and he can swallow as much as he wants, he just can't get rid of this horrible taste.

He grumbles and wants to turn, but he can't move, anyway he doesn't even know if he is lying on his back, on his stomach or on his side. Is he lying at all, sitting, standing or floating?

Björn has to admit to himself that he is not quite in the here and now after all. Wherever the here and now is ... Actually, he doesn't know what's happening to him and he has lost all sense of space and time. He vaguely remembers the little boat on which he actually just wanted to have a little time for himself and reminisce about old memories.

But then he got caught in this nasty storm and he lost his horse. Azzam. I wonder what he's doing right now. The storm was tossing him back and forth in the boat, taking no notice of him. At some point he lost consciousness and woke up again on the beach.

On the beach, Björn repeated in his head. Now he realizes that he is slowly regaining a sense of his body and his jumbled thoughts. There were the children on the beach and this shadow and then ... then he was knocked down and ... dragged off. He takes a deep breath and notices how his heart starts beating faster. He has been kidnapped.

Björn tries to move, realizing that he is tied naked to a thick pole in a sitting position. But this realization does not occupy him at the moment as much as his indescribable thirst. If he could, he would drink a whole barrel of wine right now.

His mouth burns and in addition the ugly taste, his lips are torn open and he is cold. What kind of dog had tied him naked to this stupid post and why? After all, he hadn't done anything. Where the hell did he end up here?

Slowly he opens his eyes and tries to orient himself at least a little bit, even though he has no idea where he is. He realizes that he's in a hut, or rather a ramshackle shack. The supporting beams are brittle and the walls clearly let too much wind through.

The hay roof is leaking and damp. If it were to rain right now, Björn would only have to open his mouth to get water. In front of him burns a small puny fire, on which one could not even prepare a mouse. Björn gets angry, not because he is sitting here naked, but rather at the inability of people to build a hut or make a fire.

With a violent jerk, he tries to get out of the snares. He forces himself to be careful not to let the whole hut collapse on him. He immediately stops trying to free himself when he hears a noise behind him that is not his.

"Who's there?" he wants to say in a low and composed voice, but his throat is so dry that only a croak comes out. He quickly turns around, but can't make out anything. "Who's there?" he asks again.

Suddenly, two shadows step out of the darkness into the light and stand in front of Björn. Wide-eyed, he stares at two women, whom he immediately reveals to be warriors, and judging by their appearance, he also determines that he must have landed with the seeds. The Sámi are a fierce tribe of Russ deep in the east or in the Northlands, with the Vikings.

As he had learned from the tales of his comrades in the Varangian Guard, in die-sem tribe women are also warriors, if they have chosen that path. In the world in which Björn had spent a large part of his life, this was unimaginable, because in his world women had hardly any rights.

The two female warriors look at him skeptically, their eyes falling again and again on his middle, which he has to present to them unabashedly. After all, he has no other choice, he is tied up. The taller warrior has very light hair, which she has plaited back in small braids, the shorter one has short hair, which is almost invisible in the pale light.

Bjorn moistens his lips. "Water," he groans, sticking out his tongue and pointing his eyes at a bucket of water sitting next to the puny entrance. "Water." His throat burns and his thirst is so strong by now that he imagines he can smell the water.

The women look at each other in amusement and laugh at him. Afterwards, the little one nods to the big one, whereupon the woman with the braids goes to the bucket and scoops out a ladle.

She then stands in front of Björn, whereupon he stretches his neck upwards in the hope of being able to let a gush of water run down his throat in a moment.

But the warrior takes her time and probably has something else in mind for Björn. Slowly she kneels down in front of him and grins mischievously at him, a breath later she grabs his privates with one hand and a firm grip and squeezes powerfully.

Björn feels the pain and her hand between his legs, but he is far too fixated on the was-ser.

All of a sudden, the woman just pours out the ladle right in front of Björn's face. He whimpers and moans. With his tongue and his head stretching forward, he tries to get another single drop off, but to no avail.

"Aaaaaahhhhrg," he cries out loudly, glaring at the woman with a scowl. "You ..." He would have loved to throw all the swear words he knows at her head, but that's not proper, even if she is harassing him. "Please," he demands one more time. She then loosens her grip on his privates while the girl stands next to them, giggling softly to herself.

Suddenly, the woman builds herself up in front of Björn again, opens her pants, pushes his head back and pees in his face without warning. At first Björn is horrified, but then his head tells him that he is just getting the liquid he has been longing for. From then on, he doesn't care.

As if by itself, his mouth opens and he drinks everything she gives him. The liquid burns his lips, but he doesn't care. He closes his eyes to forget what it is and already he feels the soft and swollen vagina of the woman in his face. The beguiling scent gives him the rest and he notices that something is now stirring in him as well.

He closes his mouth as if by itself around her wet and thick labia, sucking, drinking, licking and smelling. He forgets everything around him, it's wet, it's moist and it feels incredibly good. By all the gods, why is he tied up? He would love to grab her thighs now, press her closer to him and spoil her with his fingers as well. In the country he comes from, he learned that urine is something pure, filtered and separated from the body - you can recognize many diseases from it. This one is just wonderful, wet, pure and quenches his thirst. Eagerly he tries to absorb every drop, feeling the vib-ration that his member produces.

The greedy warrior doesn't seem to feel any different. She presses her thighs together and breathes loudly. Then her movements become more and more frantic and the heat between her legs increases more and more. Björn knows that he is about to have her so far that she is about to present her lust to him with a loud scream. And no sooner has his thought ended than her moans become more violent. An explosion goes through her body, which she announces with a scream. She ...

Suddenly, the door is yanked open. "What's going on in here, Talvi, Isa?", Bjorn hears a demanding female voice, whereupon the warrior on his face immediately stops all her movements, her breathing still fast and loud. But then she does get off of him. She adjusts her doublet, pulls up her pants and stands next to the other warrior, not giving Björn a single glance. He is completely wet and smells of her.

The woman who came in doesn't seem very pleased with what she finds here. She angrily thrusts her hands into her full hips and squints her eyes. "Get him ready and take him to the great hall," she orders the warrior women. "And give him something decent to drink." Isa, the smaller of the warriors, can't help a giggle, which she immediately stops when she gets another stern look from her mistress.