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The Erotic Adventures of Wulfgar the Stalwart
by Eleanor Tremaine

Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: A healthy Nordic hero of old, with the libido of a sex starved Viking, Wulfgar's amorous encounters with lusty human women and spellbinding magical beings must make great erotic fantasy reading. Another captivating installment in Eleanor Tremaine's bestselling "Erotic Adventures of" series. In early 2009 Eleanor Tremaine broke the exciting news that she had channeled a manuscript dictated by the great Saxon hero, Beowulf, in which that worthy put all the sex back into his life story that prudish monks had left out when they set the great Anglo-Sazon poem that bears his namedown in writing for the first time. Shortly after, Ms Tremaine emailed to say that she had just been visited by the spirit of Beowulf's brother in arms, Wulfgar the Stalwart. Little has been known about this heroic spearcarrier until now. But through the lips and keyboard of Eleanor Tremaine he details exploits in love and battles that no historian has ever dreamed of. A healthy Nordic hero of old, with the libido of a sex starved Viking, Wulfgar's amorous encounters with lusty human women and spellbinding magical beings must make great erotic fantasy reading. By the author of The Erotic Adventures of Beowul and The Erotic Adventures of Robin Hood. Cover art: Brandy Everett
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [129 KB]
Words: 26043
Reading time: 74-104 min.


CHAPTER ONE

YOUTH

When Good King Knut (Canute) sat on the Throne of Angle-Land a husky male child was born to Osmund the farmer and his good wife Swerta in the hamlet of Acle. The hard-working couple named the child Wulfgar. He would be known to history as Wulfgar the Stalwart.

Osmond had previously begotten a son, Halga. Several years after Wulfgar's birth, a third son, Fin, was born to the farmer and his wife.

* * * *

Lord Wyrd (Fate) sat on his throne at the root of Yggdrasil, the Universe Ash Tree. He dictated to his daughters, the Norns, the course the newborn Wulfgar would follow, and, as the Norns do for both mankind and the gods, they began to spin out the episodes that would await the infant in the course of his life.

* * * *

Unlike his older brother Halga, Wulfgar was, by nature, stubborn, disobedient, obstinate and horny. He was, also, fair of face and husky of physique.

Wulfgar was difficult to raise, but by force of fist, rod, and whip his father's thrashings caused him to be at least minimally manageable while he was young. But when Wulfgar turned adolescent, at age thirteen, he bore fist, rod and whip with a sneer and had already grown sufficiently in strength to make even his father wary of much further physical abuse.

The time had come for the lad to toil for the family's good. To this end, Osmond bade his son tend the flock of geese they kept on their farm.

"Son," he said. "You can't just sit around like a dolt. Get out there and tend to our flock of geese."

"Shitte Fæder!" (Shucks, Father) the lad complained. "Can you not perceive that I am a stalwart, not a milksop? Do you take me for a knave?"

"I take you for my son," the father scolded, "and if my son chooses to eat at my table and sleep in my hut, he will tend my geese."

Grudgingly, Wulfgar trudged out to the goose house. There, he herded the fowl in a way that gratified his lustful tendencies, for he discovered one of the chief delights of a lively-minded gooseboy.

He chose a likely partner, held it by its neck and thus grasping it inserted his phallus up the feathered creature's ars. The goose would flap its wings, struggling up and down, thus giving the youth's member a lively workout.

Avowedly, the practice was more pleasurable for the youth than for the goose. Consequently the flock tended to grow apprehensive and shied away from its tender as intelligence spread of its tender's sporting nature.

In due time, Osmond decided he would do well to find a different chore for his difficult son. "So," said the perceptive father, "I perceive that you may be too stalwart to deal with fowl. Your very presence appears to disturb them, so I am changing your task from goose-chaser to shepherd."

Truth to tell, Wulfgar was growing weary of his intercourse with geese and had heard tales of the pastoral pleasures shepherds enjoy from their ewes. He was uncharacteristically compliant with his father's suggestion.

Perhaps the lad was growing out of his surliness. (Not likely.)

With crook in hand, Wulfgar headed out for the sheep fold. What delight he took in his work. He cheerfully serviced his ewes with a zest the beasties had never experienced from the under-hung, under-romantic rams.

When Osmond came out to check on his flock, he was content that his son was obviously successful in his new task. For the ewes were happily clustered around the shepherd. Albeit the rams did appear somewhat standoffish.

* * * *

The time for the yearly meeting of the Gemot (Shire legislature) was at hand. Osmond, as a landowning freeman was a delegate to the assembly but his health was not up to the ride to Long Sutton. Wulfgar's older brother, Halga, was much more useful on the land than his younger brother. There was no question Wulfgar could be spared from his chores, and, truth to tell, Osmond would be relieved to have the scamp out of his beard for a while.

So a meal-bag was prepared for the young man. It was strapped to his saddle, and off Wulfgar rode to represent his father's interests at the Gemot.

The representatives to the Gemot assembled at the farm of Hathkin, who was thane of the shire. The group, led by Hathkin, set out for Long Sutton, each with his own meal-bag affixed to his saddle. The band stopped the first night to sleep in the open under the stars, for the evening was balmy. Each man spread his blanket-roll on the soft sod and found sleep in his own way.

On the morrow, when Wulfgar went to his horse to remove the meal-bag to retrieve victuals to break his fast, the bag was gone. He had no reason to suspect foul play. The bag must have fallen off the saddle sometime after the previous day's noon meal.

He spied one of the other members of the party, Eofor by name, searching the area, apparently a victim of the same mischance. The two men agreed to join in a search for the missing items.

As they scoured the trail on which they had traveled the previous day, Wulfgar sighted Eofor stoop down and retrieve an object from the ground. He hastened to his side. "What have you found?" he asked.

"Thank the gods," the fellow replied. "It's my meal-bag."

Wulfgar grabbed the bag right out of Eofor's clutches. "You'll just have to go on looking," he ordered. "That is my bag of victuals."

Eofor made a grab for the bag but he was neither as strong nor were his reactions as swift as Wulfgar's. Indeed, as Wyrd (Fate) had long before decreed, Wulfgar was endowed not only with a handsome face and physique. He was also uncommonly strong and well-coordinated.

Eofor was immediately aware he was outclassed physically by the young man. "Then, I guess I did find your meal-bag," he equivocated. "I will just have to accustom myself to fasting until we get to the Gemot."

With that yielding statement, Eofor abjectly accompanied Wulfgar back to the spot where their horses were hobbled. When Eofor got to his stallion, he reached into a saddlebag and pulled out an axe. Displaying more agility than anyone would have expected, he hewed the weapon at the bully.

As agile as the man had proved to be, he was no match for his proposed victim. Wulfgar caught the axe-handle with his left hand, dislodging it from Eofor's grip. He caught the axe in mid-air with his right and drove the blade into his opponent's skull, cleaving it in twain. Eofor fell to the sodden earth splashed by his own brains.

The incident was observed by Hathkin and the others from a distance.

Hathkin approached Wulfgar. "It is a dreadful thing that just occurred here," he told Wulfgar.

"This dolt stole my meal-bag," Wulfgar explained nonchalantly.

"At the meeting of the Gemot, that will not be judged sufficient cause for murder," Hathkin explained. "From my perspective, what occurred here would be more accurately accounted a case of self-defense.

"Rest assured, the incident will be judged at the assembly at Long Sutton. If you are deemed innocent by cause of self-defense, there will be no penalty. Eofor's kinsmen will seek revenge of their own, of course, and will not rest content until they kill you. But if you are judged guilty of murder because of the alleged false possession of a meal-bag, you will be exiled by order of the Gemot.

"I would advise you to decide immediately whether or not you wish to proceed on to the gathering."

Wulfgar replied not a word. He un-hobbled his horse, mounted, and galloped as fast as his steed would carry him back to Acle and his father's farm.


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