The Seductress

The Seductress

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Genre: Historical Fiction

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Historical Fiction

Summary

Hilde was just a slave that managed to become a great warrior among females and males. In her journey she meets kings, strong warriors and slaves in sexual encounters becoming known as The Great S. for her great power and popularity among many men. Rising from an innocent and naiive slave, to a smart, strong and sensual viking warrior. Will you dare to read her sexual adventures?

Summary

Hilde was just a slave that managed to become a great warrior among females and males. In her journey she meets kings, strong warriors and slaves in sexual encounters becoming known as The Great S. for her great power and popularity among many men.
Rising from an innocent and naiive slave, to a smart, strong and sensual viking warrior.
Will you dare to read her sexual adventures?

Chapter1 (v.1) - 01

Author Chapter Note

Hello salocas here,<br /> I hope you enjoy reading this story of mine as it is my version of the tale of the ragnars sons. <br /> ideas, thoughts and motivation would be greatly appreciated ? ? ?<br /> Thank you!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 05, 2018

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"Hilde"

A voice called out to a female.

"Yes?" She quickly answered taking short but fast paces towards the sound of the voice.

"Look at me." The voice ordered firmly as she had only realized it as the girl choose to look at the floor as an excuse for her timidity.
Splashing sounds were made as the water wet the wooden floor, and she peeked among short glances towards the muscular male that was arising from the wooden tub. He was fully standing now, no shame on his face. It seemed like nudity with him wasn't an issue. To worsen the fact that she was already red faced, he was staring at her shy pose.
She felt her cheeks turn impossibly even more red. Her mother had once taught her a conservative education; it was a normal thing for her country where she used to live. Such indecency was taboo.

"Pardon me, my mother taught me ti nit gaze at a man's nude body."

Any man would have chuckled at this girl's innocence.

"You know," He started, "This is why I picked you out of all the others. You're different. Not many girls are like you here...or none at all." a chuckle left his lips.

She knew that. This place was very open about sexual...themes. A man here, for example, culd have more than one spouse if he desired. Back in her country there could only be one wife to a man.
The man took slow steps towards her not the slightest intimidated by her rapid glances.

'jesus help me, please' She cried thinking whilst showing her back to him now. It was better this way, she was protected.

"Hilde...you're a beautiful girl. Did you know that?"

She did not know how to answer that and so remained silent unsure how this would develop.

"Hilde."

Jeez. How many times was he going to say her name? It was starting to get the best of her. "You're not from here, are you?" He questioned.

"No..."

"Where are you from?"

"You wouldn't know maybe...but you did raid there with your warriors."

"Hmm" He was now standing in front of her, his hand now touching her arm. "Oh. Are you from the West?"

"...yes. I'm from kingdom of Portucale."

He smiled taking a stroll around her. "Then...Hilde is not your real namw, am I correct?"

"Yes. They changed my name to Hilde because my real one is hard to pronounceand since I was such a rebellious and stubborn fighter when your warriors captured me, they thought it was brilliant."

He playfully roared right behind her ear, placing his hands in her shoulders whilst breathing calmly taking a good smell of her hair. Damn. This guy was weird.
"A rebel...I like that. What is your real name then?"
His hands slowly drifted to her tiny waist while playing with her silky dress in that area.

The poor girl breathed in deeply playing with her fingers awkwardly as she did not know what to do with them. "Victória."

"Does it have a meaning? Like mine does?"

Once more his hands showed no patience when they carefully touched her covered belly. The dress was soft and thin.

"Y-yes, it means victory."

"I like that, it fits you."

'Thanks?'

She remained still, pretty much in the same spot as she felt his fingertips travelling further down and right before he could do anything else—

"Father" The door slamed open and a young boy from around her age, stood looking quite unexpecting the situation that it was his father making his moves on a slave.

"When you're done please meet me downstairs." And he closed the door side-smirking at the poor girl that was completly flushed red by now.

"Sorry about that" The father spoke walking towards the towwl on the floor, her virgin eyes gaping at his naked butt before covering his downside with a towel. What was the point of a towel if he was completly dried by now? Perhaps he gave in to her wishes. He sure was a handsome man, for a father at his age, she concluded.

"Victória" He grinned wildly pronouncing her name, "Prepare my clothing and leave it here and go make breakfast for my family, thank you."

She bowed slightly quickly walking towards the door arranging his clothing like he had asked and she remained at the door unsure.

"Sir?"

He gazed at her light colored eyes.

"Im sorry for such question, but...are you by any chance the great and humble Ragnar Lothbrook?"

His back kept facing her but his wild grin answered her curiosity much to her dismay.

"Yes I am"


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