It was the 18th of December and although your limbs were exhausted from an evening spent performing your night was not over yet.
The Viking who had bought your company was named Rollo and as he lead you to his home your heart began to race in fear. The man who owned you, Halvar, was a portly older man who you would have never looked at given the choice but he was gentle with you even if you didn’t want his touches. This viking was tall, broad and with every long stride you wondered if he was capable of gentleness.
Usually Halvar didn’t share you with others so you wondered why he was allowing this man to take you now. Or perhaps he had no choice. Afterall this Viking was three times as large as Halvar and the axe on his hip looked well practiced. But you supposed the reason didn’t really matter. Rollo or Halvar, whoever you lay with you would still wake up a slave in a foreign land.
When you arrived at Rollo’s home it was nothing special and you were pleased that the smell was not too unpleasant. There were already several candles lit and beyond that the only thing to note was that the majority of the room was overtaken by a large bed. You tried not to look at it, instead focusing on a painted shield which hung from the wall.
“Danzleikr,” he commanded and with an unsteady breath you slowly turned your attention back to Rollo. Watching as he shrugged away his cloak and tunic until his chest was bare except for the marks printed across it.
Without clothes he looked even more formidable than before and your heart pounded harder as his dark eyes slowly trailed along your body, lingering on every curve with a satisfied smile.
“Dance,” he commanded again and the surprise of hearing the word in your own language made your eyes grow wide and your mouth hang open. Your reaction seemed to please Rollo who chuckled, the muscles in his chest flexing with every laugh. You didn’t know whether the display made you less afraid or more.
“Dance,” he said again, rolling the word a little smoother across his tongue as he sank onto the bed to watch you and like a good slave you did as he asked, moving your body without music and blushing under his lust blown gaze.
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