Step into the Viking's Tent
Knut hopes for riches in the Viking's expedition to Angeland...will the other warriors help him to achieve what he desires?
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"For Thor!"
"For Thor and Freya!"
"For the Angleland and its fields!"
"For the Angleland and its dripping cunts!"
"Hear, hear!"
Three dozen horns filled to the brim with ale were all lifted in the air in toast as the ravenous laughter rattled out of the rough, smirking maws of the furs set around the fires in the small camp. Ears flicked in tune to the resonant noise they all made, thumping the ground with footpaws, expect for the watchmen, who joined in by clapping their shields with their swords for a more satisfying bang. The assorted complement of lynxes, wolves and bears all saluted the sky with their horns before thirsty maws gulped down the ale, resulting in even more laughter, burping and bolstering claims.
"I shall sire a whole village with my sons!" a bear declared to his comrades, whether they listened or not.
"I shall carry the riches of a monastery to my father and make my kin proud!" a wolf brandishing a sword declared, standing up and proud.
"I will take more fields than my father ever hoped to cultivate back in Nóregr!" a lynx boasted for his group surrounding the same flickering fire that gave his furs as much as his words a golden touch.
Knut felt an elbow nudge his side, and the strong whiff of ale washed over his nose, coming from the muzzle of an older wolf sitting by him, holding an empty horn in his paw.
"How about you, Knut?" the wolf smiled, eyes bright with drink, "what riches shall you plunder from Angleland, my friend? Wenches? Land? Gold?"
The older wolf's laughter made Knut blush under the grey furs of his cheeks. Some of the other warriors sitting around the fire were eying him now, looking curiously at one of the youngest members of the war band, everyone wanting to amuse themselves with words heard from him, now. The expectant looks made Knut feel self-conscious and even less prestigious than he was at the moment, the simple son of a farmer who had paid a good sum for their village elders so that his son could join the party leaving for Angleland and its opportunities for glory and gold. The question coming from Harald of all furs, a wolf only three years older than Knut's own 17 years, but already a veteran of a previous trip to the famed island, made it seem even more weighty, for he knew very well that Harald had made quite the handsome donation for his own father after his last expedition.
Knut licked his lips to get the taste of ale away from them, and tried to keep looking at the strong warrior's blue eyes, paying respect to him by not fawning over him, like some puny cub might do when facing a big, dominant male such as Harald. Knut was a grown man now, he thought, ands he would act as much, even if the tunic he wore was just a little too small over his slender frame after the long sea voyage had made him look even thinner than before they left.
"Is it greed to wish for all of that and then some, Harald?" Knut replied, hoping that his voice didn't sound so small in his ears, especially in this loud company.
Harald clapped his shoulder with a big paw and grinned toothily.
"Well said!" the wolf declared, ears flicking in approval.
"Barely off his mother's tits and already speaks as loudly as he begged for her milk!" one of the bears sitting around the fire declared, his voice loud with ale.
Knut's cheeks seemed to feel even hotter at the words, though he wondered whether he should remind Ingvar not to speak such things about his mother, a very respectful wolf as she was. He didn't have the chance, however, because Harald was speaking again, directing his words at the bear sitting on the other side of the brightly burning camp fire.
"Yours must have been all too lenient with you Ingvar for letting you to suckle your cheeks so broad with all that milk she gave from her mountainous tits!" the wolf smirked.
Ingvar let our a loud yelp and a growl, his eyes widening a little as he listened to the outrageous remark, but the laughter of his friends about him seemed to soothe the sting, for soon he was laughing as well, and clapping his paws together with a booming note.
"You'd deserve a clap over your ears from your mother, you would, Harald!" Ingvar rumbled.
Harald replied with a confident smirk.
"She daren't when seeing the pawful of gold and stones I will bestow her with in thanks for the very milk I suckled to make myself a strong and mighty warrior capable of providing his kin with well means."
"Hear, hear!" one of the lynxes lifted his horn in a toast for Harold's boast, something that Knut saw the wolf take with a courteous bow.
"Thank you, Mats."
"And anything he spares I get, of course!" Mats grinned a toothy cat smirk, his tail swaying amiable in his rough company.
"It'll make a fine dowry for you it will," Harald replied in kind.
Mats the lynx smirked confidently, matching the wolf's earlier expression easily, and then some, by smiling in a way only a cat would be capable of.
"My girl will scream with joy when she will get that precious gift, and then I will make her scream with joy with my spears, and there will be a hungry litter to follow each of her steps, while I oversee my fields!" the lynx detailed his future plans to a captive audience whose ears were flicking agreeably upon the image the lynx presented.
"That is, if you didn't smell so bad that the girls run for the village keep when they see you approach," Ingvar the bear added.
The Viking cat gave his companion a dirty look and bared his teeth, but then proceeded to laugh and offer the bear some more ale from the skin, and all seemed to be well for now.
Knut smiled a little to himself, his belly warm from the ale and the companionship and rough camaraderie expressed by the assembly of men he was part of, in his own small way, and let his tail wag comfortably. He might be the runt of the litter, but he had been accepted as a member of the pack, and that was what mattered for the young man wishing to make some name for himself, for the glory of his kin.
"Worry not, Knut," Harald spoke again, watching him now, "you will find as much as you are able to carry, my friend, and you will make much pride for your kin."
Knut felt his blush deepen, even, upon hearing the kind words from the wolf he admired, and he nodded most politely.
"Well I hope so," the young wolf mused.
"I know you will!" Harald patted the younger male on the back with his big paw, shaking him mildly from the impact.
Knut couldn't help but admire his strength, of course, who wouldn't after seeing the mighty warrior wolf hoisting ropes and pulling oars on the boat, showing off impressive strength on his bulky muscular frame, big enough to make his younger companion feel envious. It was very easy to wish a body like that...the impression it'd make on everyone else was palatable and something to behold. It seemed to put even more warmth and flutter into Knut's belly, too, but the young warrior didn't think much of that. Must've been the ale.
"And you?" Knut cleared his throat and addressed the wolf again. "What riches will you add to your pride, Harald?"
The warrior grinned and licked his lips, eyeing the younger male curiously.
"Anything my eye finds pleasant, I say," the wolf replied, his tail obviously wagging behind him. "Any riches I will find and can take with me, I will take...oh yes..."
"Doubt you will have any trouble with finding any treasures you wish, Harald," Knut mused, turning to face the fire again, wondering whether he would bring any riches for himself.
The strong wolf laughed deeply, his rumbling voice mixing with the clatter of other noises surrounding them.
"It's a rich land, but its riches are not endless," Harald replied, grinning still "needs quick paws to catch what pleases me most."
"Aye," Knut replied, giving his own paws a quick look.
Harald picked up a skin of ale and poured himself some into his horn before offering the skin for his companion by the fire.
"Here you go, Knut, still the good stuff from home, not yet we have sampled the drink of the Angles, so enjoy while you can!"
"Thank you," Knut smiled, carefully, as he picked the heavy skin and poured himself a drink as well.
"For Angleland!" Harald lifted his horn high in the air and roused his men.
"For Angleland!"
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By the time the fires began to wane and the ale had well run out, Knut made his way into his tent. His head felt like it was spinning from all the drink, song and lurid tales of his experienced companions, or so they sounded to the young wolf's ears, and he looked forward to laying down and resting for as long as he could before the call for the return to the march would be given come morning. For now, though, things were falling silent in the camp when everyone made it for their tents, having the same idea as the young member of the pack. Knut passed an unsteadily walking Ingvar, giving the bear a wide berth as their paths crossed, and got a slurred "goodnight!" from the burly warrior. Knut replied in kind and hurried the last few steps that he needed to reach his small tent.
It smelled like wet earth inside the tent, not an unpleasant smell, but strong enough to make Knut snuffle, briefly, as he crouched and shuffled himself through the flap and instinctually sought the open bedroll off to one side, offering its warm embrace for a weary wolf most kindly. Knut smiled softly to himself when he felt the rough cloth under his knees, and laid himself down easily, not bothering to undress his woolen tunic that would give protection against any chills, anyway. It was what he thought to be a high summer for Angleland, but the air was always strange and wet here, different to how it was back home, though not too different in comparison to feel unpleasant. The smell in the tent reminded him of home and its floor made of ground stomped firm as a rock, not of stone, and a small longing for that little hut by the fields filled the young wolf's yearning heart, if only for a moment. Knut snuffled and rubbed his face wearily, listening to the sounds of the men coming from beyond, and of the night, and reminded himself that he was now a warrior and a sailor, on the brink of becoming a genuine grown man, with his great deeds abroad.
Knut tugged on the edges of his blanket and curled himself down into a comfortable position, tucking his tail between his legs for extra warmth provided by the fluffy length, and breathed out quietly, emptying his lungs. Weariness took him easily, seeped into his bones and relaxed his muscles, preparing the wolf for a night of rest.
"Freya, for good dreams, I bid," Knut murmured to himself, speaking for his deity of choice, "for gentle visions..."
He felt consciousness slip away from him, ever so slowly, replaced with the lull of sleep, but just on the edge, a rustle of cloth brought him back from the brink, and into this world again, into darkness, as it was, but there was movement in the darkness, a shuffle, and then a glint, and a warmth, touching his face, without a substance.
"Knut?"
Knut opened his eyes and realized that someone had crawled into his tent, and judging by the voice, the scent, and the shadow in the shadow of the darkness of the tent, it was none other than the warrior he had sat with tonight, Harald, suddenly inside his tent, crouching on all fours by his sleeproll. The young wolf flicked his ears and lifted his head a few inches off the bed, looking curiously into the now filled darkness that smelled of wolf, cooked grease, and mead.
"Huh?" the sleepy wolf rumbled, surprised by the warrior's presence.
The wolf chuckled roughly, remaining as he was, so close that his breaths fell over Knut's face. It made his skin itch, under his pelt. Then a paw touched his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.
"You asleep, Knut?"
"Obviously not," Knut snuffled, voice low and hoarse from all the singing and ale.
The wolf laughed again.
"Good."
Knut yawned. He wasn't sure why the wolf had appeared in his tent all sudden, let alone why Harald wasn't in his own tent, or why he was staring at him, it seemed, obvious even in the dark from the soft glint of blue eyes.
"Why're you not in your tent?"
Harald chuckled, his paw still on Knut's shoulder.
"Mats snores horribly when he's been drinking mead, and the wind he passes..." the wolf snorted.
Knut made a face at the description.
"What do you want?"
"Can a warrior rest his head down by you tonight, Knut?" the wolf spoke, voice as oily as a herring.
Knut frowned a little at the curious suggestion. The tent was small and the bedroll surely didn't hold room for more than one man to rest himself...it would not be most comfortable if both of them tried to lay on it...but it also felt bad to think that the mighty warrior would only have bare earth to rest on. He spoke as much, too, and got a hot laugh in reply.
"That won't be a problem, my friend...see..."
The paw on his shoulder gave him a little push, urging Knut to turn to his back once more, and he did, docile from the drink in his head and his belly, and the gentle rumble of the voice coming from his side. It felt most natural to lay down on his back, simple enough, to listen to that voice, and simply rest, there would be room...
"Oh yes..."...
There wasn't a question of room, but there was weight on him, all sudden, the whole of Harald on top of him, a knee thrown over Knut's own so that the wolf rested over the younger grey-furred male who was on his back, looking up to the blue eyes still, barely visible in the darkness. Hot breath stroked over his face and the body, the big, heavy body fell upon him, enclosing him in warmth that was better than a blanket, and smelled of a hearty meal, and warrior.
Knut tensed when he felt a paw touch his ear, before the whole palm cupped his head, and fingers stroked through the curled furs of his head. He felt small underneath the big warrior, heavy on him, although the paw, large as it was, was gentle also, and not aiming to hurt him in any way, so he thought, when his tail flicked from side to side, and tickled against Harald's spread legs. The warrior on top of him rumbled constantly.
"Harald, what..."
Then, to the young wolf's utter surprise, the big male on top of him leaned down and licked his lips with a broad, wet, warm tongue, that left Knut's lips tingling and forced his maw to fall open with a loud breath.
"Harald!"
The wolf remained close, still stroking through his head furs and rumbling loudly, deeply, so that Knut felt it through his own chest, so close they were, pressed together.
"You're very comely, my friend...it is a joy to lay with you...I've wanted to for some time now..." the wolf on top of him murmured, still in that deep voice that filled Knut's ears and heated their inner skins.
Knut's blush seemed to deepen as he listened to the hot words. Combined with the heavy feel of the big male on top of him, it was making him quite breathless to hear such things spoken, let alone when he felt the strong warrior caress his head in such a manner, and he was there, lying atop the more slight male as if...
The thought crossed Knut's mind in an instant, making his eyes widen, and a growl to rise from his chest.
"I'm not a wench!" Knut rumbled, staring up to the gleaming eyes.
Harald laughed, rumbling roughly, and didn't move an inch.
"I have not mistaken you for one, Knut, worry none," the wolf murmured, "I simply wish to lay with you like warriors do...oh yes..."
The heat of his breath intensified on Knut's cheeks, and then he felt it, something pressing against his belly, too, and there was no mistaking what that was. He tensed and clasped onto Harald's arms with his paws, claws coming out and pressing through cloth, seeking the warrior's skin under his thick furs. Knut squirmed, the heat over his face seemed too much, and the thought, and the feeling, were not agreeing with him.
"What are you doing?" the wolf muttered, rolling his body as he made a feeble attempt in escaping from underneath the big male.
Harald simply rumbled and maintained his posture, pressed belly to belly with Knut, his paw on the young wolf's head furs, the other touching his arm, for now, clasping it in return.
"Just offering a pleasurable game to keep warm and pass the night, Knut, my friend...just like a real warrior would do, with a real friend and a fellow fighter..." Harald's voice sounded as silky as it ever did, rolling through Knut's ears with the familiar movement of softness and rough edges.
"But..."
"Doesn't it feel good when I do this?" Harald's fingers stroked through Knut's head furs and touched the skin underneath. "Aren't you feeling warm all over?"
That was true, it was, Knut's skin felt hot everywhere, thanks to the thick wolf laying on top of him and holding him in the embrace of his body and his limbs, making sure that no chill could fall on him while he remained like he was, underneath Harald. It didn't feel disagreeable to have his paw on him, nor the fact that the wolf seemed to be having a male's swelling on him as well, and that it pressed on Knut's belly...truth be told, his own prick seemed to be experiencing a similar sensation, too, for his skins felt tight. That surprised Knut, and he stared up to Harald's eyes, seeking an answer in them, anything to stop his confusion. The wolf's gaze remained on him, questioning as well as confident, and Knut wondered whether it had anything to do with the fact that surely the wolf on top of him would feel the swelling on him, too!
"It feels good...this is how we kept the cold away during the winter on my last trip, Knut...many nights between warriors seeking to stay warm..." Harald continued to whisper into Knut's hot ears, nuzzling him softly with his chin.
Knut whimpered and laid still, stopping any attempts to squirm underneath the bigger wolf, and simply listened to him, allowing him to touch him as he pleased. Now the warmth moved over his forehead, and then over his cheeks, still touching him as he was before. The younger wolf shivered when he felt the wet touch of a tongue against his cheek as well.
"Yes...feels warm, doesn't it?" Harald spoke quietly.
"Y...yes..." Knut breathed.
"Let's make it even warmer, yes?" Harald's words lingered in Knut's ears.
"Please..." the wolf whispered into the darkness.
There was some shuffling, and the wolf on top of him moved, his paws removed for a moment, and he seemed to be kneeling between Knut's legs, though staying low so as not to let his head touch the cloth of the tent. He heard a rustle of cloth, and then the paws were back on him, over Knut's waist now, grabbing onto his breeches. The fingers felt warm against the fluffy furs of his belly. Knut's tail swayed from side to side rapidly, swishing against Harald's legs while it did. He could hear a low rumble coming from the bigger wolf.
"Oh yes..."
Knut stayed still even when the wolf pulled down his breeches, exposing his bare flesh for the night air of the tent. The pinch of cold made him hiss only briefly before a veritable mass of warm furs landed on him again, covering all of Knut and including his prick that became buried somewhere warm all sudden. Knut gasped, the heat was everywhere over him, and he felt the hot press of Harald's own big lance against his own belly. The sudden feeling made him tense for a little moment, before Harald's paws came over his shoulders again and held him, while the large male leaned over him.
"So much better now, isn't it, Knut?" Harald whispered against his ear.
"Yes!" Knut exclaimed, murmuring through his clenched teeth when their bodies ground together, rocked unto one another by the motion of Harald's larger frame meeting Knut's own.
"So very good..."
Knut began to feel breathless with the constant stroke of warm furs over his hard cock, it was so much better than his own simple paw going up and down over it, this was different and softer and almost ticklish. It held the maddening additional effect of the big, musky male grounding into him, pressing his own flesh against Knut's with the same intensity as the young wolf was flexing his own hips to Harald's. Musky fluids smeared between their bodies and made for a more eager slide of their flesh together, adding to the stroke of furs and firm muscles that alone felt wonderful.
Harald kept licking Knut's face and muzzle and cheeks, making it feel slick and hot all over, but the wolf didn't mind, he simply clung to Harald's shoulders and let the older warrior show him some proper warrior ways. Knut was eager to share in his secrets, and this did seem to be an important one, for he felt so close to the impressive male that this surely was something that'd help him obtain his favor, and perhaps extra prestige in battle, too.
It felt so good that the didn't even notice at first how the constant poke and prod of the hot flesh against his belly moved, slowly, even when Harald's paws grabbed onto his legs and moved them a little, pushing on them a little, so that they could lie different upon one another. Knut's eyes popped wide open when he felt the slide of that slick length of wolf cock against the crevice of his rump, however, and at that moment, he grabbed firmly onto Harald's arms and sought his eyes.
"What...?" the wolf breathed out, hotly, almost panting from the stifling heat of the actions they shared.
Harald rumbled and allowed his hips to shift again, stroking himself against the underside of Knut's tail once more. Knut shivered at the sensation and wondered what the bigger, stronger wolf had in mind.
"I'll make you feel warm from within, Knut...you'll see..."
"But..."
"Hush...warrior..."
There was an odd, hot, wet press against the base of his tail, making Knut tense all over when he felt the increasingly odd sensation grow. Harald growled and breathed slowly, as if he was trying to hold it back, and the strange pressure moved, waned, and then came again.
"Uh..."
Harald grunted, the press became even more firm, and Knut felt a strange rush of sensation pass through his belly, throbbing from his hard cock to the base of his tail, where the weighty press of the tip of Harald's own prick was present, touching places Knut had never imagined anyone wanted to touch.
"Ahh..."
Something gave way, and the heat turned into a scorching, a flash of pain making Knut's body curl down upon itself, the heat spreading from his rear to the rest of him. Harald made a sound and clutched tightly upon Knut's arms, holding him steady. He needed some balance himself, it seemed, for Knut, as much as he could sense anything except that weird pain that seemed to be growing with every moment, not dulling at all.
"Augh..."
"Almost...aghhhh....almost..." the wolf slurred, lips almost touching Knut's brow, so closely he had placed himself over the prone, taut wolf.
The heat passed into him and Knut realized that Harald had pushed his entire stiff prick into his rump, except for the ball of flesh at the base which was now pressing against Knut's smarting rear. The realization of the fact that he had been taken like a maiden was bewildering and made Knut growl hotly, but deeply on the back of his mind he also knew that there was nothing he could do now. He'd been taken by the older, stronger warrior, for the pleasure of his flesh...and hadn't Knut agreed to this, he knew that his submission was obvious to the other male, and he would now only have the choice of...taking it like a warrior.
It was such a strange sensation, another male's prick up his rear, it felt so big, hot and filling him completely, and even if the pain started to dull after a few moments, it still felt uncomfortable , having something stuffed inside him like that. The wolf on top of him stayed mercifully still, not moving to poke his lance inside the younger male, but its very presence inside Knut's tender rump was more than enough to keep him having to force himself not to squirm or whisper curses at the strange feelings associated with such an act. Harald was breathing harshly and seemed to be in equal throes of sensation, although Knut, in his muddled mind, suspected that they were different to his own, and certainly didn't make him feel like a sword handle had been pushed into his ass! He even felt a little bit of spittle over his face, dropping from a tongue that must've been hanging out of Harald's muzzle. Knut shivered.
"Hmmm..." Harald snorted, still poised on top of the wolf, speared within him.
Knut threw his head back and closed his eyes, wondering how long this would last. His innards throbbed and his cock felt itchy, too, partially hard and deflated with pain, but still pulsing along to the leap of his agitated heart. He tried to keep his tail from flicking about, for every movement sent another strike of painful sensation through his rump, and he did not want any more of that.
Harald's muzzle tipped down and rested onto the crook of Knut's neck. It felt hot and wet and made Knut's cheeks blush with renewed vigor. The young wolf clutched onto Harald's back, wondering whether holding onto him would take the discomfort of the penetration away.
Instead, the big wolf began to rock his hips, moving that thick spear of a prick back and forth in the cavern of Knut's rump. The young wolf gasped and bit his teeth together, trying to think of anything but the strange feeling or the slick sound the movement made, coming from under his tail. It still felt mighty strange and almost painful, but slowly, as the wolf on top of him continued his lewd act, the sensation dulled and became one of odd fullness, a moving one, that was, reaming Knut's insides. For some reason, he noticed after a few moments, his own prick began to harden again, stroked between their bodies as it was, and was soon back to its full throbbing length and feeling hot. Knut didn't know whether that was meant to happen or whether he should ask Harald about it, but the roughly panting wolf slobbering against his neck didn't seem to be in a state to answer any questions to begin with.
The thrusting of his hips made their bodies rock together firmly, quickening, slowly, Knut noticed, while he laid back and tried to stay as comfortable as possible while the wolf bred into him, dwelling into his flesh with each and every motion of his loins. Knut clung onto him, breathing raggedly and trying not to let his mind wander to the fact that he was being fucked by another male, and that he wasn't screaming in pain for it, or trying to push Harald away. At least it was doing exactly what Harald had promised, he felt hot all over and very warm, and even though there were the occasional twinges of pain, the rubbing of their belly furs on his cock felt nice, and the fact that he was being buggered didn't seem to mean so much to him after a while, since it didn't hurt like having an arrow buried in his ass. Knut wasn't so sure whether he wanted to make a habit out of it either, but he'd endure it for now, and that he did, and remained still, and docile, allowing the wolf to have his way with him.
Harald kept thrusting with vigor, slobbering and grunting all sorts of words against Knut's words, and his hips were a flurry, pounding his cock in and out of Knut's tender rear. The slap of flesh against flesh filled both of the wolfs' ears and make Knut idly wonder whether the noise could be heard even in the tents near them. With all the snoring going on, he doubted that, but the thoughts were soon pushed out of his minds when Harald's teeth touched his neck and held him ,all sudden, and he felt the bigger wolf tense, even while his hips kept bucking.
"HmhnmrrkmrmMMM!"
The strong warrior bucked once, twice, three times more, and suddenly he felt even bigger than he was before, buried inside Knut's backside, and it was easy for the young wolf to realize that he was being filled with potent Viking seed, pumping into his tight rear. Knut shivered at the thought and the feeling, their combination overwhelmed him, made him lay down limply and simply allow it to happen, even while Harald continued to thrust into him through his spilling of seed. The big warrior growled and grunted deeply, still breeding into his younger comrade's rump. The continued motion still stroked over Knut's cock, trapped between their bodies, and to his utter surprise, his length suddenly twitched and pulsed, taking the young male's breath away when he realized that he was about to cum as well.
"A...ahh..."
Knut clung to the tall male on top of him, inside him, and threw his head back when the fire pulsed through him and covered their bodies with the musky offering of the fruit of his loins, spilling in many copious spurts from the twitching tip of his member. The slick fluid smeared over their bodies, marking them both as co-conspirators in this embrace of warmth between two warriors, both holding onto one another in pleasure for a long time.
It took them many moments to let the tension lessen and wane, before Harald slipped away from Knut's body and laid by him rather than on top of him, his messy stalk pressing against the deeply breathing young male's hip. One of his arms still held over Knut's chest, making the younger warrior feel protected by the presence of the older one who softly licked his cheek still, and remained close.
"Hmmm...think you would carry my spear and my shield tomorrow, Knut?" Harald whispered against his ear, making it flick.
The tired wolf by him stirred, barely, and rumbled.
"Aye, I might."
The rough warrior chuckled.
"Well done, my friend, well done."
Even with the touch of coolness over his messy, smelling belly, Knut felt that it was a deed well done, just the mighty Vikings of the north were supposed to do, for their kin.
They were warrior kin now.
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