Chapter 10
When Ingrid and Hakon had been secret lovers at her father's hall in Orkney, they had been very passionate, and had often fucked several times each night. But after they went to Iceland settled at Mork, Ingrid's passions for Hakon decreased until she would barely suffer him to enter her chamber.
"Why did I ever allow you to seduce me and carry me away from my father's splendid court?" she wailed. "What am I to do with myself out here on this lonely farm?"
"You might occupy yourself with settling the household accounts and directing the activities of the servants," Hakon suggested.
"I was not raised to keep track of petty-cash and quibble with red-necked country girls on some backwater farm!" Ingrid raged. "At my father's court I spent my days in leisure, listening to fine poetry and music, and conversing politely with well-born and refined people! If you wanted someone to supervise your scullery, surely you did not have to steal the daughter of a king!"
Hakon thought perhaps Ingrid missed all the excitement of her father's hall, so he decided to hold a huge feast as an entertainment for her.
His feast was to last for three days, and hundreds of people attended from all over the district. Hakon had the barns and outbuildings cleaned out and hung with tapestries for the guests to sleep, and when they were all seated in the hall, there was barely enough room left for the serving people to carry in the huge platters of meat, steaming loaves of bread, gigantic cheeses, and all other kinds of good foods, along with many foaming pitchers of the best available meat and ale.
Hakon shared his high-seat with his famous kinsman Gunnar, and for the entire three days the guests kept prevailing upon their hosts to repeat the tales of their adventures, especially the story of their battle and escape from King Brian of the Orkneys.
Astrid and Ingrid embraced each other warmly, as sisters should, but Astrid could sense that Ingrid was troubled. However, Ingrid refused to discuss this with her younger sister. How could Ingrid tell Astrid she was pining with lust for Astrid's husband Gunnar?
Ingrid scarcely took her eyes off Gunnar as he sat on the high-seat drinking and repeating the tales of their adventures. He wore his finest clothes in honor of Hakon's feast, yet even through the silk and woolens Ingrid could imagine the splendid power of his heroic hard-on.
On the first night of the feast many of those present, including the host Hakon, drank far too much in their excitement, and several, Hakon among them, had to be carried off to bed. Gunnar helped to carry his kinsman up to the sleeping chambers, and Ingrid trailed along behind. When the men had laid Hakon on his bed, Ingrid lingered beside the door to her chamber and then caught Gunnar's sleeve as he walked by.
"Pray, tarry with me yet a moment, kinsman!" Ingrid said.
Gunnar, thinking she had a manner of some import to discuss, followed her into her chamber, leaving the door standing full open behind them.
It was, in fact, Ingrid's intention to seduce her brother-in-law, and she fell about it in a most direct manner, having herself had several horns of strong drink.
"Kinsman Gunnar, I have always wondered something!" she began.
"And what is that, my lady?" Gunnar asked.
Ingrid slipped across the room and quietly closed the door. "Gunnar, I must talk to you about a matter of great delicacy." She sat down upon the edge of the bed and indicated by a pat of her hand that Gunnar should sit beside her, which he did. "Gunnar, I know you would do anything for Hakon's honor. Is this not so?"
Gunnar agreed this was the truth.
"Then you must fuck me, Gunnar!" Saying this, Ingrid stretched out on the bed, lifting her lovely silk gown to the tops of her white thighs. "If you love Hakon and desire his honor, then you must fuck me now, and often, until you have fathered a child on me, for Hakon is no longer able to raise his manly weapon, and now he secretly worries about the shame it will cause him as my continued childlessness makes his impotence known throughout the district!"
As might be expected, this cunning lie of Ingrid's confounded Gunnar so much he could hardly speak. "But-but Ingrid! Forgive me for what I am about to reveal, but I know this cannot be the truth, for with my own eyes I saw Hakon give you as good a fucking as any man could make, right in your father's hall!"
Ingrid sighed and shifted her legs, giving Gunnar a glimpse of the treats between her legs. "In Orkney, yes, Hakon was quite a man! But things are different since we came to Iceland!" Ingrid sighed and her dress slipped higher, revealing her dark curly soft pussy hairs and the pink crack that nestled in their center.
"To be frank with you, Gunnar, I think Hakon has become jealous of all the glory you reaped in the battle at my father's hall. He has come to feel his inferiority to you, and it has robbed him of his ability to get an erection!"
Now Ingrid began to squirm passionately, for Gunnar was so close she could reach out and touch him with her hand. As she writhed, she opened the fastenings of the dress she wore, and it fell away, exposing the full naked beauty of her superb young body.
"So please fuck me, Gunnar, for Hakon's honor! Father a child on me, and all will think it his, and so his honor will be saved!"
With these words Gunnar rose to his feet. Ingrid reached out to him but he evaded her hand and stepped quickly to the door.
"My lady, I hope for all our sakes what you tell me is not true! If it is, then I pray that Hakon will soon come to me for my advice, and then perhaps we can all find some solution to this problem!"
And with that he opened the door and left, slamming it behind him. Now Ingrid was sorely vexed, and she buried her head in her pillow and sobbed. After awhile she got up and put on a robe and went out of the room, a terrible look of reckless lust in her eyes.
One of Hakon's neighbors who had attended the feast was a man named Egil, who lived nearby with his two brother Glum and Olaf. All three were coarse men of evil temperament, the sons of a man named Rolf who had come to Iceland after the king of Norway made him an outlaw for making feuds against his neighbors.
She dropped the robe she had worn, and stood naked amongst them, her white body gleaming in the light of a flickering candle. The men gaped, and finally Egil said, "By the gods! It is not every night one is offered the body of a king's daughter! Come here, my beauty, and I'll show you some cock strokes you aren't likely to soon forget!"
The other brothers cheered, and Ingrid laid down among them, and soon all of them were stroking and feeling her beautiful young body.
Now they were not alone in this room. An honest farmer named Bjorn was also sheltered there, and now he jumped up and began to protest.
"Egil Rolfson, what do you think you're doinIt must be obvious that Hakon's wife is out of her mind! No well-born lady would behave as she is doing now unless she was deranged. Upon your honor, you must go and take her to her husband, and explain to him the signs of her sickness you have seen here tonight!"
"Oh, kiss my ass, you old fart!" Egil drawled, to the delight of Ingrid. "Go and suck a sack of shit! If this lady has the good sense to offer a gang-bang to us, it's only because our fame has spread so wide! Go back to sleep and mind your own business, if you know what's good for you!"
These words did not pacify Bjorn, but left him shaking with rage. "Very well! If you do not choose to behave like honorable men, then you leave me no choice! I cannot sit and watch you commit this horrible dishonor against the man who is our host! I will go and tell him myself!" And Bjorn started pulling his trousers on.
But Olaf Rolfson jumped up and grabbed his sword and shield. "If you move for that door, you had better be armed!" he warned.
"So it must be then," Bjorn said, taking up also his shield and blade. "You are much younger and stronger than I, and even should I defeat you I have no doubt your brothers would not let me leave here alive! But it is better I should die here with honor than to cower craven in the corner while you besmirch the name of the man who is our host!"
So saying, Bjorn moved toward the door. Olaf swung a blow, but Bjorn parried it with his shield and swung his own sword. Olaf turned that blow, and then dealt Bjorn his death-stroke.
"Now you have killed me!" Bjorn cried. "Take your last pleasure while you can, for I can see that your lives can now be measured in hours!" And with that the brave man fell dead, and the Rolfsons proceeded to take great sexual sport with Ingrid, which she dearly loved.