Vikings are Coming...(Thor and Unumei)

Arvid walked back into his bed room and saw the tears on Marin's face. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her, speaking to her in Danish, "Do not cry, strong woman do not cry." He smiled softly at her, however this was just a farce. The moment she started trusting him, he would begin to hint at what he wants from her. And if she didn't give it willingly, he would take it

Marin was surprised to see the man acting so kindly. Even his voice was kind. She didn't know what he said, but the tone enough told her it was kind, but stern. She wiped her tears away, unsure about the arm now draped over her shoulder. She swallowed hard scooting away from him. Peering at him through wide curious eyes she opened her mouth to speak. nothing came out. After a moment of composing herself she tried again.

"I was weak. I am, after all, a woman...But, you will not see me in that state again. I can assure you of that.", she spoke with hard eyes, staring at him the whole time. Did this man actually care about her?

Arvid smiled softly at Marin again, he decided it was time. "It's time for you to become a woman instead of a girl." He smirked softly, grabbing the front of her vest and tearing it away with ease. He pushed her down onto the bed and started kissing her neck, one hand was enough to keep her down on the bed and so the other was on her tits, kneading the m roughly. She would be able to feel the outline of his manhood through his trousers and hers.

Marin pushed at him hard as he leaned toward her. She knew it was too good to be true. As her clothes were ripped off she tried to stand but was pushed back down and onto her back. She strugled to remove his hand, but had no luck. Gripping his large forearms in her tiny hands she pushed and pulled, and even clawed at him. She felt her breasts being roughly handled and let out a protesting yelp. Growling up at him she sent a well-aimed wad of spit into his face.

"Get off of me you fucking bastard!!!", she hissed with an angry snarl on her face.

Arvid spat back down into her face, his hand mauling her tits before reaching down and pulling the cloth pants out of the way. Quickly he took out his cock, placing the head at her cunt. "Are you ready woman?" Arvid said to her, grinning softly, his knees keeping her legs apart. He grunted into her face as he forced his large cock into her tiny body. "Ughhh!" Arivd grunted hard as he forced himself all the way into her small body, grunting hard in her face again.

Marin growled at him, thrashing wildly as she felt a slight pressure at her opening. She tried hard to close her legs She tried to pull herself away from him, but found herself planted hard by his arm. She squirmed as she snarled at him to get off of her. Shaking her head when he questioned her she found him not heeding her answer. She threw her head back hard as the pain slammed her harder than he did. The continuous thrusts to get himself deeper, only forced more and more pain to rack through her body. Tears slid slowly down her cheeks as she shook her head back and forth wildly, begging him to stop. She gripped his arms tight, digging her nails into his muscle involuntarily.

"Stop!!! Stop!!! Please, just stop!!!", she screamed through her cries of pain, turning her head away from him.

"Stop? Why would I stop when I'm already in?" Arvid said laughing softly at her as he started to pull out of the woman's cunt before slamming back into her hard again, making her body jiggle with the force of his pound. The hand on her tit twisted her nipple hard. He leaned down far enough so that with each grunt, he would breathe onto her neck. Everytime he slammed into her body, he twisted her nipple hard again. "Oh, this is lovely. Your hole is so much better then my wife's, then again there is nothing I love more then a virgin getting deflowered."

Marin groaned, continueing to wriggle in his grip. She was just begining to like him. Just begining to trust him. By the sounds of what he'd said eariler he wasn't going to try any of this...No, he wasn't going to let anyone else...because he was saving her for himself. She let out another cry pf pain as he began twisting her tender nipple. He was so rough, she couldn't handle it. She'd enver been in so much pain at once in her life. She heard him talking, but was unsure of what he was saying. And she was kind of glad she was. Ripping her nails into his arm she struggled harder and harder as she became used to the pain. He would not get out of this unscarred.

His hand went from her tit and to her face, smacking her hard as he slammed into her again and again. "Leave your hands at your side wench!" he used the English word wench, something everyone should know for certain reasons. He kept slamming into her, again and again and again. It seemed that each time Arvid slammed into small Marin, he some how went deeper into her. Which was true, Marin had begun to get wet from his and was making it easier for Arvid to penetrate her body

Marin let out a light cry as he hit her. He must have been protesting to the clawing. She'd at least dug into his skin. Dropping her arms from his wrists she glared at him wincing with every thrust. She would not enjoy this. She could not. Though she felt a small wave of pleasure every once in a while, it was taking all of her strength to ignore both pain and pleasure. This fucking bastard was not going to keep doing this. She wouldn't let him. she'd die first. Snarling slightly she started struglling again. She wanted this to be as hard on him as she could make it, even if it meant getting beaten.

Arvid grunted again and again as he kept slamming into Marin, his thick hand grabbing around her throat. It was obvious that he did not care if she got any pleasure in the rape, he was only thinking about his own pleasure. He breathed hard in her ear while slamming harder into her body. He could feel his balls start to tighten, "Oh Fuck!" Arvid grunted loud again, slamming even harder and deeper into Marin's body.

Marin grapsed onto his hand trying to pull it from her throat. She cried out, attempting to get oxygen. He was allowing some, but not much. She felt goosebumps pop up every time his hot breath tickled her ear. Squirming under his grip she noticed his disposition change. She never actually had sex, but she'd heard enough to know what was going to happen. Digging her hips into the bed she tried to force him out of her, but with each slam he only went deeper. She had no idea that much could even fit in her. She'd stopped worrying about making this unpleasent for him. All she wanted was to be able to breath, and to have all of this stop. Her knees tightened at his sides as she continued to squirm and pull at his arm. The faster and harder he went the more he pushed on her throat. She was gasping for air at this point.

Arvid grunted hard, one last time before slamming into her deep and staying in. He groaned as he began to pump his hot seed into her body, spraying her walls. His hand released on her throat and he fell down ontop of her, obviously tired again because he passed out. He didn't pull his cock out of her body, instead leaving it there to plug her cunt. She would find a hard time getting him out of her and out from under him since he weighed at least twice as much as she did.

Marin cried out as he slammed the hardest yet into her. She felt a strange wetness inside of her and tried to remove him, but was stopped as he fell hard on her. Grunting to push him off she was barely getting an inch at a time. She swallowed hard, and continued to push with all her might. If only she wasn't so weak. Finally getting his other shoulder onto the bed she was able to wriggled to the side and fall to the floor. She sat with her knees up and her head low as she started to sob. She reached a trembling finger between her legs. When bringing her hand back up she saw a pinkish colored fluid dripping down her fingers. She was bleeding and it was mixing with his fluids... But, it wasn't her time...The pain. He'd hurt her inside and she was bleeding now. There was still a low throbbing coming from her, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the searing pain she'd felt earlier. She wrapped her body up tight, gripping her shoulders as she let herself cry. She couldn't do this again. Not if it would hurt that badly.

Arvid slept for a couple of hours, before getting back up. He looked at the floor and noticed Marin was in the fetal position, having cried. He walked out of his room and yelled at someone to bring food and drink to his room and then went back in. A few minutes later, a man ushered in with a plate of food and a jug of water before running back out. Arvid grabbed Marin's hair and yanked up on it, before smacking her some. "Wake up!" he yelled at her in english.

Marin winced at the first hit, and tried to block the second, only succeeding in hitting herself. She dodged the third and opened her eyes, glaring at him and ignoring the continueous painful throb from between her legs. Her eyes were hard and angry as they'd been when she first met him.

"Stop hitting me, you bastard, I'm awake. Fuck!", she growled rubbing the side of her face. She wished so much she could attack him back. She wished she could at least stand a little bit of a chance. But she was too small and frail.