Sorry took so long, I'm still working on chapter two but I thought I'd give you one point of view...thanks for the reviews they motivate me!

Chapter Two

Athelston

Ragnar did not speak to me again but he watched over me with his intense eyes. When a man named Rollo, insisted I be killed like the rest of my brothers, it was Ragnar who saved me. He saved me again when we returned to the Viking village. I had thought Ragnar was in charge but soon realized that he and his men came West without the consent of their Earl. The riches they pillaged from the monastery seemed to appease Earl Haraldson to some degree but he countered Ragnars disobedience by denying them the rewards of their efforts.

I had seen these men butcher my brothers as if they were cattle; Ragnar in particular seemed the most foreboding. I watch the veins in Ragnar's neck bulge, his hands tightening into fists. My heart starts pounding, for I am sure I am about to witness another slaughter. Ragnar could kill the old Earl with one hand. I am shocked when he tilts his head to the side and quite eloquently makes a case for his men. The room is silent as Earl Haraldson sits, thinking...

"Each man may take one thing from this hold." The Earl decides; Ragnar steps forward, bold.

"I will take the priest, as my slave." He announces taking the rope around my neck and pulling me to him, I stumble over my own feet, slamming into Ragnar's chest, he does not move from the force of my body hitting his.

What does he want with me! I think of how he fondled me on the ship and blush. I had not wanted him to stop. It was the thing about myself I was most shameful of. When I thought of being intimate with someone it was always with a man, never a woman. I tried to pray it away, starve myself, cut it out of me but nothing seemed to work.

I follow Ragnar out of the great hall, through the village to his home; to my home now. He kept looking back at me with a smug look on his face as he tugged on the rope around my neck, pulling me along behind him. He did not seem ashamed of our encounter on the ship, as if this was a norm for these people. I learned quickly that sex in this culture was not shameful. That night I had to witness Ragnar and his wife, Lagertha, having sex right next to me. Ragnar at one point leaned off the bed and took me by my neck and kissed me; while his wife groaned from each of his thrusts. I wanted to be her…

The thought came quick and I pushed it away moving farther from the bed so he could not do it again. I recite prayers in my head, trying not to hear and react to the moans of Lagertha. I endured this every night for a week.

Each day; Ragnar and I would go to the cliffs and sit and talk; he asked many questions about my beliefs and I in turned asked him to explain this Viking culture that I found myself in. I would sit cross legged as he would sit, facing me, staring at me with those eyes; holding a knee to his chest, leaning in a way that spoke volumes. He was so masculine that I started believing that I had imagined the encounter on the ship, fantasized.

"So you only have one god?" He asks me as his head sways at me as if to head butt me.

"The almighty, Yes." I tell him as he sways at me again, but this time he takes my neck pulling my face towards his, as he kneels in front of me, our lips almost touching; he smiles down at me and growls like a wolf; he kisses me, his lips engulfing my mouth, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I gasp from the suddenness of it. He is on top of me in seconds, my legs spread, flat on my back. I blush and look down, the shame overcoming me like a wave. This is wrong; back home, this is wrong, but I was not home, I was here, in this new and different place, a place that would not condemn me for my desires. I look up at Ragnar and he is right there kissing me again not pausing for a moment, not letting me decide, it was primal for him, this want, I felt it too and wanted to go with it but everything I believed told me; NO, this was wrong!

I try to push him off me, but he was like stone. I can feel my dick getting hard; my body seemed to believe in a different god, maybe the gods of the Viking people. Their beliefs were more natural, you did not have to suffer to be worthy. You had to be strong and brave and passionate, all of which I was not, my guilt about my desires only creating a weak, shy, man. If I could be myself; my true self, I could do anything, I would not be fearful.

I kiss Ragnar back; it was a shy kiss, I really did not know what I was doing I was only copying what he had done to me. I suck on his bottom lip for a moment and regret it instantly. He comes at me like a beast, I am terrified. Ragnar digs his knees under me lifting my ass up, holding me down by my arms as my legs go up to his shoulders. He comes between my legs and kisses me again, sucking on my chin, moving to my ear and neck; he pushes my robe up, kissing my chest and nipples, my shoulders shrug in and I groan from the feel of his mouth everywhere, he seemed to be everywhere. He tears my robe up and over my head, kissing each newly disrobed area. I was gasping from it; I have never felt so out of control, everywhere he touched felt overly sensitive. He licks my armpit and I shuddered from it, as he thrust his hard cock against my bare ass rubbing so close to where I wanted it to be. Oh lord, please forgive me, I wanted him, I have never wanted someone like I wanted Ragnar Lothbrok. I was weak, I could not stop him, I did not want to stop him…He spits on his hand and rubs me like he did on the ship, watching me as his finger enters me. I gasp from the sting of the intrusion; he leans down and kisses me, his finger rubbing at a place that took my breath from me. I groan from it.

"Oh God!" I moan and I hear Ragnar chuckle above me. I open my eyes to find him inches from my face, smiling. He holds my arms above my head with his hands as his cock rubs up against my ass. I squirm from the look in his intense eyes. He thrusts his hips back and forth.

"Your god or one of mine?" He asks.