A life time of change, only a few are brave enough to allow it to show as openly as Olaf the Great. Elder of the Eldest of Torvaldsland.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Serve~~~~~~~~~~~~
verandi was still half asleep from having nodded off at the bosk pens, she’d washed up before coming into the hall though her eyes were still sleepy, seeing the Free about she moves gracefully over to the barrel of warm mead, full hips swaying as supple breasts bounce with each intricate step, she peered over a slender shoulder at the stranger, having heard him greet but was gone before she could answer, grasping a large pitcher she fills it with the warm mead, pulling some spice free from a sachet on the table she places it over the ambered liquid, turning on her toes she makes her way back to them
verandi moves over to her Mistress, slipping the tie free at her hip she pulls the horn into her small fingers, filling it to its rim with the warm mead she raises it to her heart not pressing against her skin, whispering a soft prayer before holding it up in offering, her Mistress worked very hard she was sure she could use a relaxing moment “mead my Mistress” she chimed sweetly casting radiant green eyes up to her
Nana Yngvarrdottir stepped back as he settled into the bench but stayed close to take anything he should decide to unburden himself from. She knew her bond would feed him til he could pop . She would settle into the seat further down, staring quite inquired by the rare quest. She glanced back to verandi and whispered a quick “Helisa ” to her, then to him “Torv?” she finally, and rather bluntly bold her normal disposition, asked him
Olaf The Great hunkering down in the seat keeping my walking stick in hand as I look about the hall. My eyes finding the bond with a grin as I watch her licking my lips in a fashion of my youth I little grin and cackle follow . Now there be a good-looking bond . I smile aye that I am I only can be one of the first ones to walk the northern paths of life I have seen many things in my time . Some good and some bad. Now days I am much more a wanderer trying to find out if the old ways are still around . And I am afraid there’s not much left of them anymore. So I am just looking for a place to rest my weary bones till Odin comes to claim me .
verandi tugs on her lower lip as she looks between the two, turning on her toes as her nose turns up towards the seemingly now ready meat, picking the finest selections of roasted bosk meat she arranges it upon a platter, holding it in her hand she makes her way back to the Jarl, whispering a “Helisa my Mistress” before she went, her lithe frame pressing up against the Man, full breasts grazing his shoulder as supple thighs trembled to please him, her small foot grazing up his leg as she placed the platter before him, her green orbs casting over his belt for his horn “Helisa Jarl” she chimed sweetly
nadira: I shiver so as I enter the room and listens close to the free speaking and First girl
Nana Yngvarrdottir had turned her body towards him now, fingers slipping back to one of verandi’s thick thighs in a passing drift “Ims travel alone, feeds ims.” She said softly “T’en Ah can’ot find Ataneq or Kadluk anyw’ere. Ifna yew sees em bring t’em” she then leaned down on a knee, chin propped in a hand , she, too, a fan of stories, as she had already acquired so many in her short of her own. But he, he had to have so many, he looked of age, and bless him, now even shrunken to her size, a welcomed oddity “Iie, Ah ‘ear from mah ako same t’ing ims say between t’a mens…Ita w’y we stay so ‘igh…unnoticed from w’at ‘appen past t’a foot’ills .”
Olaf The Great Looking to the bond, “I have a chore for you girl as my chompers are not used to meats such as these. I will be needing you to chew them for me girl you understand?” Feeling her body pressed to mine stirring thoughts of my youth and a hunger that I have not felt in a very very long time and this one was not for food …
Olaf The Great taking out my horn . Handing it over to her, the horn was well-worn many cracks forming on it that have been patched with every sort of material one could use. Even some barren teeth marks around the rim .
Nana Yngvarrdottir’s eyes widened as she watched these “chompers” snap from his mouth. She had to look away and test her own, for what reason, she had no idea, but she’d never seen such a thing. She looked up from her experimenting to see the beast whom had been kneeling in the snow with her girl. She sat there watching a moment. The beast did indeed stand idle while her bond washed this travelers teeth. She looked back to Olaf , glancing to see if he’d really taken them from his head or if it had been a clever trick , but certainly, his lips now caved in and proved him not magician. ” Mah attention be needed, mah bond is a good girl, yew be in good ‘ands Olaf”
verandi’s teeth trail nervously over her lower lip, full breasts heaving with labored breaths as she listened intently to him speak, setting the pitcher upon the table she trailed slender fingers along the intricate curve of her arm before reaching to the platter for a piece of the meat “yes Jarl” she smiles in response, placing the meat to her mouth slowly, her teeth sinking into the meat as she tried to chew it without losing all of its flavor and juiciest, her full hips swaying as she rocks her tender frame against him, her fingers sliding over his strong body as blond locks graze over swelling breasts, pulling the meat from between her teeth she moves her face closer to his, distracted slightly by the horn she grasped in her hand
Nana Yngvarrdottir then threw a leg over the bench and scooted to the edge until her toes finally dangled to touch the stones “bond” she said quietly looking to the other blonde that had been a party to the mess in the kitchen a few sleeps back and then simply pulled her hangerok skirts back to expose the toe of her boot. She didn’t care whether the girl understood or not, she now living under the shelter of Yngvarrs, word, she’d learn.
Olaf The Great Leaning forward to her taking the well chewed slice of meat between my lips and sucking the juices from it as I swallow the rest with a grin. “That be a fine girl just that way will work for me.” Licking my lips as I look into the bonds eyes, “Your a beauty girl, a rare gem.”
nadira: smiles to the Mistress and listens
verandi smiles brightly as she sees approval of her service, her slender hands moving to grasp the pitcher of warm mead, filling the Jarls horn to its rim she nuzzled her frame against him, pert nipples pressing against his arm as the horn slid up her curvaceous frame, shivering slightly at the warmth radiating against her, stopping at her heart she whispered a soft prayer for him before holding the vessel up in offering, her slender arm moving to grasp another piece of meat, placing it between her teeth as she had before
nadira: she is sorry I do not understand Mistress …
Nana Yngvarrdottir narrowed her eyes and said nothing as she again, this time quite a bit more ummfph in the swing of the her skirts, that had the weather stained leather boot slip further out. She looked down at her boot and then up at the bond, a thin brow arched dangerously high and stare to match. “Yew be a bond, a slave, yer ‘eart, needs and everyt’ing rest in t’a ‘and of someone yew call a Yarl or a mistress and yew dunn’t know w’at t’at mean?”
nadira: this beast is no bond Mistress she was a kajira
nadira: yes Mistress
Olaf The Great leaning over taking the slice of meat from the bonds lips lingering a small kiss to them as I part from them savoring the juices as I swallow. Looking back over my shoulder tapping the walking stick to the side of the table shaking my head. “That there be one of them southern things they be calling a slave. Kick her hard so her lips hit the ground and press her to your boot! Seems the only way they learn anything down there!”
nadira: looks over to the Jarl and listens, then looks back to the Mistress
Nana Yngvarrdottir had to bite her bottom lip, hard, so very hard to not just burst out in a laughing fit ” verandi, silkie ‘ere, from t’a south, on t’ey knees like dolls all day and look at everyt’ing a Yarl step in all day” She kept her eyes squared on the bond, yes bond, her silkie title died in the serpent. Nana repeated her early action yet again “Yew seen enough boot ta know without being told ” Nana said still soft , but a new notably evaluating tone, taking a step closer to the girl.
Olaf The Great slipping the old war-torn shield from my back though its removal did not improve my posture. I attempt to sit up straighter looking back over my shoulder as I crack the stick to the side of the table once more. “Give her a whack with this. It comes in handy for teaching lessons!”
verandi moans softly as his lips press to hers taking the meat from her, leaning back slightly she smiles before a frown momentarily finds her face as she listens to the going ons, flinching at the sudden smack to the table from the Mans stick she felt her green eyes widen, turning her head gently to the side she rubbed a tender cheek against heated slave flesh, her fingers moving to grasp another piece of meat as she again chewed it as before, her small frame wiggling up onto his lap this tame as her fingers trailed down his arm, her small face pressing towards his
nadira: I stand and listen to the thump to the table … then her blue eyes turn back to the Mistress and she waits trying to understand
verandi looks over and points to Nana’s boot and parts her first two fingers, she didn’t know if that was what the right command was but she hoped the slave knew what she meant
Olaf The Great leaning to her taking the meat chewing the juices from it as I swallow. My hands move over the girls arms and down to grasp her firm thighs a little grunt comming to my throat as its been a long time that a bond had even thought of climbing into my lap. The feeling was stirring parts long thought dormant having been unused for such a long time. Though now something stirred beneath my leathers growing once more. A smile forming on my lips as I take up the horn taking a sip as set the stick to the table and grasp at the girls firm breast my tounge slipping out wildly and moving about in a hunger not caused by the food . But drawn alive by this bonds flesh.
Nana Yngvarrdottir exhaled one of those long, drawn out breaths. Slow like the breath a larl let’s go of before that last big gulp of air before the pounce onto its meal. The breath that rumbled in her throat, it could neither be defined or could she make on a normal occasion. Her own beast knew that sound and its meaning. She had heard the thud of Olaf’s stick as well. She wasnt one to refuse the gift of a welcomed Jarl in the house of her blood. ” Bara” she said, repeating the action again, this time a heavy lift of her skirt before the release. “T’a Yarl of t’a ‘all nere ‘ave t’a need ta address yew verbally. T’is ‘all nor t’is ‘ouse willing give t’a privilege of conversing with a free. We, ” she paused and repeated the usually silent command but turned to her , na’s eyeball about boob level, but no matter and said “bara” with a smirk, then stepped back exposing her boot, “‘ave better t’ings ta do.”
verandi grins wide as she sees the Jarl’s eyes brighten, the smile on his face sending shivers down her spine as she lets a soft moan escape her lips, feeling his hands go down to her thighs she raised her tight ass slightly, full hips rolling forward as she trails her tongue seductively over luscious lips, a wider grin forming as she feels the shifting against her heat from his leathers, her small nose wiggled as she twisted her slender frame eagerly against his chest, her head jerking up suddenly as she heard the growl come from her Mistress’s lips, her small frame trembled a moment in fear as she knew full well the sound, her heart thudding faster before realizing she was not in trouble, her heart slowed seeing all was fine she turned her attention back to the Jarl
nadira: lowers her firm figure to the warm fur and listen to the Mistress order and waits for the next command
Olaf The Great Groping the bonds breast in my hand as my tounge moves pass my lips forgetting about the food my mind slipping to other things . Looking to the bond as I take a sip from the horn and setting the horn to the side as my old paw slips between the girls parted thighs running a rough digit over her soft folds of her heat dipping a finger into her as my eyes stay locked to hers.
verandi’s back arches as she feels his lips and tongue graze over her pert nipples, a soft shiver waving over her heated frame, her fingers grasping to his arms as a soft whimper and gasp escapes her lips feeling his finger slip to her heat, rising up slightly on her knees she writhes against him, her green eyes holding his gaze as her lower lip quivers,
Olaf The Great Smiles as I gently suck on the bonds nipples gumming them with a vigorous so-called bites if I had teeth. Rolling my hips up grinding into her heat the leathers stretched some what tight. As I feel her respond to my movements, “You be a fine bond girl to sit upon an old lap such as mine stirring things in me that I have not felt in a long time. Most bonds shy away from me thinking I am to old to give them a proper furring but I warn ya girl, I am still able to take ya like any young man could and even more so sustain it longer I am betting.”
Nana Yngvarrdottir made a face as the beast flopped down to the stone with all the grace of a bosk on a sand pit. She looked back to the girl “Crawl ta mah ako’s guest, beg ims use of t’a brace ims carry, ifna ims grant it, t’ank ims for t’a lesson ims offer yew, because ims ne’re ‘ave ta distract imself for yer needs. ” Her toe now slipped out from under the girls very bad posture and continued “Yer nose ne’re to ever be far from t’a stones t’at yew be unable ta smell t’a age of t’ese walls!” she huffed, stomping her way back to the seat she had taken before, but instead just placed a gentle hand on Olaf’s shoulder “Mah deepest regrets of t’a beast Yarl, s’e be new ta an iron band.” Na’s head lowered in apologizes. “Ifna yew wish a whack yerself for ‘er disrespect, allow ‘er ta mah ‘and, and ne’re waste yer enegry on such a careless beast.”
verandi moans out as she feels his hip move, the cool leathers pressing to her glistening heat, her teeth rolling her full lip as she grasps tighter to his arms, her head delicately tilting to the side as she lets a sweet grin from “I am to please all Free, shying away would be my own whipping sentence Jarl” she leaned forward, her lips trailing over his collarbone as her fingers glide down his chest “I’m eager to please you Jarl” she beamed brightly as she lifted a slender finger, tugging on a blond lock she brushes it over a slender shoulder, shivering a moment as she felt the satin graze over her exposed flesh, her heat aching as full hips thrust eagerly towards his groin
Olaf The Great Letting one hand move from her thigh to her ass massaging the firm flesh as I knead it in my palm. “Ye be a good bond that is fur sure.” Looking to the bounty of the girls flesh and to think that I had given up any hope to finding the old ways still clinging to life . But here they be alive and well my other hand slipping the finger deeper into the girls heat as I grin forms on my lips.
verandi moans out as her mind explodes with fires of need and desire to please him, her heat aching at the mercy of his hand, her sweetness grasping his finger as she writhes harder against him, loud moans escaping her lips as her hands trail and grasp at his biceps, her eyes wild with desire as she whispers melting against him, her full hips thrusting as she tosses them eagerly side to side pressing down against his leathers pleading for more
Olaf The Great A low cackle escapes my lips at her eagerness to please. Slipping the digit from her as I reach between us undoing the tattered leathers freeing ‘The Old One’ from the confines of them, feeling its hardness as I watch the bond eyes. My hips buck with a slight creak from the bench for my effort. Though I am not sure which made the noise as I growl at her, gumming her neck .
Nana Yngvarrdottir snapped out of her daydreaming and realized the bond was gone…she’d been doing that a lot since the dark clouds came over the Valr. She had to stop, else she’d be next. “Mah sons still roam in t’a valr somew’ere, Ah must get t’em before the moons peak” She looked to her beasty. She’d smile, impressed she hadn’t even batted a lash at the unusual man, but that wasnt something she’d give her while she sat by any boot.
verandi grins a little as she hears the cackle come from his lips, a slender brow perked in amusement as she wiggles in his grasp, her heart racing in her chest heaving full breasts with each breast, she moans out as she feels his finger slip from her pulsing heat, her eyes locked still on his gaze as she rises up slightly on her knees, hearing the sound of his leathers unfasten she rolls her hips forward, the dim hall light glimmering off her heated slave flesh before him, her body forming small bumps as her excitement and arousal peaked n his grasp