The Viking's Wife

Chapter 9

Katra backed away from Arne. Swallowing hard to hold back the tears she never turned her face towards him. "You can leave. I can bath myself." Katra told him.

Arne sighed looking at his wife he knew it was going to be hard to win her trust. It was going to be battle. Arne knee it was going to be a battle worth fighting. He was also sure that it would be battle where he got knocked down from his fiesty wife. " I find that I need a bath also. As my wife you can help wash my back." He said as he started to strip.

Katra turned around and gasped, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting ready for my washing, wife. You should start to strip. Do not be shy I will enjoy the view." Arne replied with a grin. Katra turned away from him and he chuckled.
"I am not expecting anything Katra. My only wish is to make sure that i do not come back to a drowned wife. I would like to keep you."

"Husband you do not need to do this! I am perfectly fine." Katra replied as she turned around. She let out a gasp and quickly turned back. Arne was naked. Very naked. Tanned skin, muscled arms and legs big and round like a small tree. At least it seemed but the most shocking thing was his cock. It was hard. "That will never fit." Katra exclamied

Arne started laughing. "It will fit, wife." He said as he came around Katra and walked into the bathing pool. When he saw her blush deepen the laughing came harder. "You please me, little Cat. You may be a Sheild Madien but you are still so innocent. Strong as a sword but soft like a woman. We will make fine sons one day."

Katra glared at him. "Or daughters!"

"Or daughters. Our daughters will be strong and cherished. Beautiful like there mother." Arne said with a smile. "Katra I am not your enemy. I am just concerned about your health after last eve. I wish you no harm. Join me wife." Katra bit her lip and let out sigh. Truth was she did have a smell. The one that most ill carried a little bit sour and sweat. It would be amazing to be refreshed and it would go a long way to making her feel human. The only issue was the Viking that was dominating her bath. Katra was no coward.

Katra quickly made her mind up and she pulled the ties at the top if her gown. She held onto it for a mere second and then let it slip to the ground.

It was Arne turn to lose his breath. Truth was Katra was a gorgeous woman. Hair that reached her bottom, a slight rounded stomach, breast that sat high on her chest with nipple the color of summer berries and thighs that were thick and soft made for a man to lay between.

Arne reach out a hand to Katra. "Come wife." As he waited for her to take his hand he held his breath. This moment was important. It was not just him helping her into the bath. It was Katra taking his hand without a fight showing him that she did trust him. At least to Arne it was. When Katra laid her small hand in his Arne let out the breath he was holding. Smiling up at her he helped her into the bath and took her to the bench along the wall.

"You are beautiful. I am proud to call you wife." Arne said to Katra. Arne saw the blush creeping up her neck. Smiling he gave her a kiss on the head and reached for the clay jug to pour water on her head. With her hair wet he proceed to wash Katra and enjoyed every second he got to touch her skin.