The Bear of Stoneshoreland [Gadifriald's Saga]
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by T. J. Lazier
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: Heroic Fantasy in the Howard-Leiber Tradition - With a B&D Twist! In this second chronicle of Gadifraild's Saga, Gadifriald Lokkasson and Carine Ariansdaugther's adventures continue a few weeks after the end of "Sorceress of the Misted Isle." The story begins with Cari a guest at the palace of Gadi's Lokkassson's grandfather where she learns interesting lessons about her own sexual nature from Fym and others. Gadi meanwhile is sailing home aboard the last ship to leave the Misted Isle and sighting the southern shores of Stoneshoreland spies a distress signal. Landing at a Skraeling village our hero learns that the mystical Great Bear of Stoneshoreland is attacking the village. After promising Cechen aid, Gadi spends time in the chief's daughter's arms before stalking the mystical bear creature in an epic hunt. Thinking everything settled with the Great Bear Gadi returns home to find Cari his grandfather's mistress and Cari finds that Gadi has taken Cechen's daughter as his concubine. The two have a brief falling out but make up in a very kinky way. But Gadi's father becomes possessed by the spirit of the Great Bear and our hero save both his lover and his grandfather. "The Bear of Stoneshoreland" explores more of Gadi's Skraeling heritage and the conflict between the supernatural forces of the Norse and the native gods of Stoneshoreland. It also explores Cari's dark sexuality and how she starts to come to grips with it. Don't miss this enthralling continuation of adifriald's Saga with interesting twists and turns as we learn more about Gadi and Cari and their destinies unfold.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
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Reading time: 65-91 min.
CHAPTER I: CARI'S LESSON
Few now live who remember these tales so pen must be set to page...
Northholm sat near the northern cape of the island jarldom of Stoneshoreland that was just off of the north east end of the Balder's Finger peninsula and south west of Vinland in Westgarde. Stoneshoreland was a large rugged island of mountains and forests and rolling hills and valleys bordered by the stony shores than had given it its name. Northholm was the capitol and chief town of the jarldom and was built on a natural bay surrounded by an earthen berm and wooden walls.
In the year 1220 as Christians figured time Northholm was a bustling town of several thousand that was the largest town in Westgarde. It sat perfectly to dominate the shipping lanes that linked the Norse settled lands of Westgarde with the lands across the North Sea, and Freyrland and Antilia far to the south. It was also the seat of power of Jarvik the Bold of Stoneshoreland who dominated the politics of the region from his palace at the center of Northholm.
Jarvik's palace was the only stone building in the town since even the temples and the cathedral were built of wood. The palace was a sprawling affair three stories in height with near a hundred rooms and was built in the rectangular Antilian style centered around a massive central courtyard with a thatched roof that looked almost odd upon the grand building. It was said to be the largest building in Westgarde and certainly was the most luxurious, rivaling many of the palaces of Europe and the Triple Realm.
Carine Ariansdaughter, Princess of the Triple Realm had certainly been impressed by the palace's luxuries, amenities and hospitality. Of course she had spent the previous months as a slave and the palace of Northholm was far grander than the great house of the sorceress of the Misted Isle had been. So being treated as royalty once again in any palace made the young princess feel right at home.
Cari had been captured by the sorceress after being blown off course and making a terrible mistake while trying to sail to Northholm in search of allies for her father for his impending war with the Roman Church. Her teacher Fym had thankfully arranged with Jarvik the Bold for an expedition to the Misted Isle to be mounted to rescue the princess and led by the old wizard and the jarl's grandson Gadifriald Lokkasson that expedition had succeeded. After Cari had struck down the sorceress with her own hands she and Fym had sailed to Northholm while Gadifriald had stayed behind to see to the orderly removal of all of the sorceress' followers and treasures from the island.
Arriving as little more than a pauper freshly rescued from slavery despite her claim to the sorceress' personal goods and her royal status the Princess of the Triple Realm had been greeted with great respect and generosity. After a formal greeting by Jarl Jarvik and his daughter Lady Brynhilde in the palace's great hall Cari had been given her own luxurious quarters and had been gifted with slaves, clothing, jewelry and personal items of such richness her father, King Canute V of the Triple Realm would have been hard pressed to match them. So the princess' stay had been wonderful though she had a few troubles still.
The biggest trouble was that the magical silver collar the sorceress had locked permanently about her neck was still in place making it so anyone who spoke the runes written upon it could enslave her. The next biggest trouble was that she had developed very strong feelings for Gadifriald Lokkasson and as it stretched into weeks without him she grew lonely for his touch and presence. The third trouble was that Jarvik was reluctant to form an alliance with her father and the final trouble was that the old jarl was greatly offended that she had so far declined to share his bed.
"I don't understand why Jarl Jarvik is so offended," Carine Ariansdaughter said in her youthful yet regal voice as she sat on a stool in the sitting room of the quarters she had been given.
The princess was a tall ethereally beautiful girl who standing was only two inches bellow six feet with golden hair that tumbled to her rump, silken skin as pale as snow, the face of a goddess and lovely green eyes framed by long dark lashes. Slender yet rounded into womanhood Cari was clad in a pale blue transparent silk gown of Antilian style that showed off her long slender legs with slits on either side. It showed off the rest of her slender shapely body with how it clung, could be seen through and was sleeveless and backless and her hairless mound, round hips and rear, tiny waist, smooth belly and back and just barely-full, pink-nippled breasts were on exquisite display.
Well short of her twentieth year Cari had just flowered into womanhood and despite her young age was intelligent, trained in magic and politics, was willful despite her recent slavery and not near as innocent as she looked. Months of slavery had stripped the girl of her innocence if not of her strong will. She was half otherfolk and, though she did not know it, what she had endured had brought out the dark amorous tendencies she had inherited from her mother as well as tempered her wild willful nature to a fine steel edge.
"Because he gave Gadi and I men and ships to rescue you, greeted you as a royal guest and gifted you richly, yet you refuse him his right to you as your host," the aged yet strong voice of Fym said from behind her. "This is Westgarde and in these lands a royal or noble woman of beauty is obliged to share her host's bed to thank him for his hospitality just as such a woman would offer herself to a high ranking guest," he told her.
The princess turned to look over one slim bare shoulder at the old wizard who had been her teacher in magic and other things and now stood behind her inspecting the magic collar around her neck. Fym was shorter than her with wispy white hair and a long white beard covering his wrinkled old face but the storm grey eyes in that wizened face carried the wisdom of ages. Looking like a mad old hermit in his grey wool robe and bearskin boots he was really Fymbulthuler, wizard and wise old man of myth and legend.
She was very fond of Fym and the old man had taught her more even than her father had. His wisdom and knowledge was vast and Cari knew that if anyone could remove her enchanted collar that he could. Also Cari put great store in his opinion, which was why she had decided to discuss her situation with Jarvik while Fym experimented more with her collar.
"We don't have such customs in the Triple Realm," Cari stated with a touch of haughtiness in her voice.
Fym smiled at her. "You are not in the Triple Realm" he pointed out. "You are in Westgarde."
Cari raised her chin a bit. "But I don't want any man but Gadi," she declared.
"What you want and what you have to do are often quite different my girl," Fym said, amusement in his old eyes as he told her, "You are in Jarvik's palace in his land and were rescued by his grandson and carls and are by Westgarde standards being a very rude guest."
"So to be a good guest I have to let an old man have his way with me?" Cari demanded, sounding almost pouty in a regal sort of way.
Fym laughed one of those long amused with youth laughs of his that drove her mad. "My dear girl to show respect to and to honor a man who has treated you with great honor and helped arrange your rescue you should give yourself to him," was the old wizard's reply.
Cari glared at the old man, then turned to nibble her lip thoughtfully as she gazed into the fire burning in the fireplace she sat before. It was spring but spring was not particularly warm this far north and the Antilian gown that Lady Brynhilde had gifted her with did even less to warm her body than it did to conceal it. Which the thought that the gown she wore, the sandals upon her feet and the gold earrings in her ears and bracelets around her wrists had all been gifts from either the jarl or his daughter did help to drive Fym's point home.
Still the princess was not ready to surrender as she demanded, "Jarl Jarvik has not even seriously discussed my proposal of an alliance, so why should I submit myself to his lusts?"
"He might be more open to an alliance if you were not openly insulting him in his own palace," Fym answered with that almost insufferable wisdom of his.
Cari sighed a soft sigh. "You are making me sound like a spoiled brat," she said.
"Am I?" the old man asked.
Cari snorted softly and tossed her head. "So how are you coming with figuring a way to remove my collar?" she wanted to know as she changed the subject.
Fym made a thoughtful sound. "Well the spell is powerful and laid upon you in a way that binds you and the collar together at an elemental and spiritual level," he said while his fingers stroked the slim silver collar.
"So still no idea how to take it off then," Cari said with a very heavy sigh.
"None so far," Fym admitted. "But so long as no one reads the runes upon the collar aloud you are free now that Tamloff and Mengia are dead," he added, naming the two who had used the collar to command her.
"Till someone new reads the runes," the princess pointed out.
Fym gave one of her shoulders a comforting squeeze. "Few live who can read the runes Cari," he assured her.
Cari shuddered at the thought of having her will taken away again. "Anyone being able to read them fills me with terror," she breathed.
"It might be a terror you have to learn to live with," the old wizard said gently.
Cari closed her eyes and nodded, one slim long fingernailed hand going to touch her collar. "Why did I sometimes enjoy being a slave and respond to what that bastard Tamloff and the sorceress did to me?" she asked then. "I know it had something to do with my own nature rather than the collar."
"It's your mother's blood," Fym told her. "Women of your mother's and my kind have a wild carnal nature to them and enjoy, even crave the darker side of lust and desire," he explained.
"So my mother's blood comes with a curse as well as the gift of long life, great beauty and great affinity for magic," the young girl said with her eyes narrowed.
Fym laughed amusedly. "Your wild carnal nature is a gift not a curse child," he disagreed, taking both her slim shoulders in his hands before informing her, "In your long life you will enjoy pleasure in ways few women can dream and give others pleasure as few in this world can."
"Gadi is the only one I want to pleasure or be pleasured by," Cari stated, leaning forward to brace elbow on knee and chin in hand as she thought of that young man.
"That is not your destiny nor will it be your desire," the old man declared. "Even now you should be sharing yourself with your host."
Cari's eyes narrowed as she told him, "I don't want to talk about sharing Jarvik's bed anymore."
"Then maybe I should teach you all about your own wild nature," Fym growled playfully.
"Fym!" Cari gasped, giving him a shocked look over her shoulder.
Fym laughed and ran one hand boldly down her bare back. "Do you think I'm made of stone girl?" he asked.
Cari shivered as his hand slid down her back and breathed, "But you're so old."
Fym's eyes twinkled and his fingers tickled the bare flesh just above her buttocks. "I am not old girl, I am immortal," he pointed out. "I show the world the image I wish to show it."
Cari squirmed a little under his touch, then her eyes went wide as Fym shifted under her shocked gaze as he spoke words of power in the ancient tongue of magic. The wizard's image seemed to ripple as if it were a reflection in a pool of water and then standing before her was a different man. He was tall now and powerful of build with long black hair and a short black beard that covered a handsome face that had the same wise grey eyes as Fym.
"Am I so old to young eyes now Carine?" Fym asked in a deep, strong voice that spoke of power and wisdom.
To say Cari was shocked would have been the greatest understatement of the century. Fym was old and wise and grandfatherly in a mischievous sort of way. The man who stood with one powerful hand on her bare shoulder and the other upon her silk clad rump was certainly wise looking, but vibrant and handsome and the look in his eyes was not grandfatherly at all.
"No," the princess whispered in answer to his question.
"Good," the new Fym said with a deep laugh. "Now child I am going to teach you a lesson about your own nature," he decreed and it was as a lord of the otherfolk that he spoke.
Cari did not know what to think or to say to those words. However there was something in Fym's very nature now that made her body flush slowly with arousal and the inner fey part of the girl sing with desire. His hands upon her body felt right and her belly quivered and her skin tingled when she thought about what this lesson might entail as she sat submissively on her stool at it began.
Fym's fingers found the silver fastening of Cari's gown behind her neck and undid it so that scanty garment fell down around her waist. The princess made no move to stop that from happening and closed her eyes, shivering in delight as the wizard slid his hands over her bare body. He touched the girl only with his hands, gliding them over her neck, shoulders, back, sides, belly and breasts in long patterns that made her shudder and sigh in arousal.
Cupping Cari's young breasts in his strong hands Fym teased her already hard nipples with his fingers and massaged her firm mounds. He was gentle at first but got rougher as he went along and Cari moaned and wiggled where she sat. The rough way Fym touched her breasts soon had the girl panting and wanting more.
So she was disappointed when he took his hands from her bosom. However the princess felt a thrill when he stroked them down her arms to seize her slim wrists before pulling them behind her back and lifting her by them. Cari's gown slid off of her hips and down her long legs as she was forced to her feet, leaving her wearing only her sandals, jewelry and collar.
Being nearly nude sent a wild shiver through Cari, as did being forced onto her toes and bent forward by her arms. She was flushed with arousal and wild with it, her heart pounding while pinning her wrists in one strong hand Fym parted his robe with the other. Then his thick manhood was filling her and Cari writhed on her toes and upon the member impaling her hot, wet channel.
"This is your nature girl!" Fym groaned as he took her roughly.
"No! No! No..." Cari panted in denial but not in refusal, moaning and whimpering while she was impaled full length by him over and over.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the wizard countered, emphasizing each word with a thrust that lifted the girl up higher on her toes and made her cry out.
Cari came then, catching her lip between her teeth to stifle her wanton cries of pleasure as she slammed her eyes tightly shut. Fym took her even harder as she climaxed, pulling her back to him by her bruised wrists and when he exploded in her the princess let herself cry out in joy and her eyes flew wide as she came again.
"Showing your true form to innocent young girls again Fym?" asked the amused, almost musical feminine voice of Lady Brynhilde after the wizard had finished filling the girl.
Cari blushed from head to toe as she turned wide glazed eyes upon Gadifriald Lokkasson's mother. The lady of Northholm looked upon Cari held tightly still in Fym's grasp with amusement in her dark eyes and a small smile on the lips of her beautiful face. Brynhilde was nearly as tall as the princess and with her long dark black hair, silken slightly dark skin and slender yet shapely body shown off nicely by an Antilian gown of pale green silk she was rather striking.
Lady Brynhilde had shown Cari great kindness and the girl both liked and respected the woman greatly for her intelligence and skill with magic and statecraft. Which added to the embarrassment she felt over Brynhilde catching her and Fym with his manhood still buried in her. However the lady did not act particularly surprised by what she watched with much amusement.
"You weren't so innocent when I showed it to you Bryn," Fym said with a laugh.
Brynhilde smiled fondly at the wizard. "True," she admitted, then told him playfully, "I was a young lonely mother when you seduced me."
"It was not a difficult seduction," Fym pointed out.
"Very true," the lady agreed with a soft laugh. "Now let the poor girl go before she dies of embarrassment," she said firmly.
Fym released Cari then and she stumbled and fell to her knees on the carpet before the blazing fireplace. She was mortified yet at the same time still terribly aroused as she gazed shyly up at the lady of Northholm through her lashes. Brynhilde smiled at her warmly and Cari blushed more but shamelessly ran her gaze over the other woman's full brown nippled breasts, shapely hips, smooth belly and black netherhair beneath her gossamer gown.
"What did you do to the poor girl?" Brynhilde demanded of Fym as she looked at the state the princess was in.
Fym laughed. "We were having a talk about her nature and whether she should go to Jarvik's bed and I decided to show her something about herself," he said with an innocent shrug.
"She looks bewitched," the lady observed suspiciously.
"No, she is simply a half otherfolk girl who has been taken yet not fully satisfied," the wizard assured her.
Cari closed her eyes and took long slow deep breaths till she felt the flush of shame and arousal flooding her body begin to fade. What Fym said was perhaps true and he had definitely shown her something about her own carnal nature but she was still Princess of the Triple Realm and had self control. So after she had regained some of that she caught a hold of her discarded gown and rose to face Brynhilde and Fym.
"I am fine, Lady Brynhilde," Cari told the other woman with her gown draped over one arm and her chin lifted.
Brynhilde smiled and nodded. "You certainly look more than fine, your highness," she said as she let her gaze travel slowly down the girl's bare body.
"Thank you," Cari breathed with her cheeks coloring again.
"Now we have important things to discuss princess," the lady of Northholm stated.
Cari gave the woman a curious look and asked, "What matters would those be?"
"The details of a treaty between Stoneshoreland and the Triple Realm for one," Brynhilde answered, then her gaze narrowing she added, "And for the other I wish to discuss you sharing my father's bed."