Captured by Vikings: A Bisexual MMF Menage

By Ellie Hunt

Surrounded by two big, rough viking warriors, Alva blushed.

Maiden Alva is serving her master, the cruel Lord Duncan, one night when Vikings attack the compound. She hides in the pantry, armed only with a kitchen knife, but it's no good - the two Viking warriors who find her take her as their own.

After she's lived with them for a while, she wakes late one night to hear the two of them having rough sex - and the next day, they seduce her, wanting her to join in.

Will Alva give her maidenhead to two Vikings at once, or will be it too much?

Shared by Her Vikings is a super-steamy MMF menage with two rough, rugged vikings who take what they want - and what they want is to share her! Don't worry, the swords DEFINITELY cross in this one, because the men are as interested in each other as they are in her!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463627594

Ellie Hunt

Ellie is wine-loving, latte-drinking mom of three who loves her dog a little too much and her treadmill not enough.When she's not dreaming up dirty stories, she's probably supervising dance class or taking notes at a PTA meeting, where no one is the wiser about her secret writing life!

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Captured by Vikings

Captured by Vikings

A Bisexual MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Captured by Vikings

A Bisexual MMF Menage

More ale, girl, he said. His empty stein made a loud thud on the table as he slammed it down and then belched loudly.

Alva didn’t turn around immediately, occupied as she was with lighting the candles in the wall sconces. In a few minutes the sun would be down, and it would be too dark to see.

Did you hear me? he bellowed.

She still said nothing, but walked to the table and took Lord Duncan’s mug. As she leaned over the table, just slightly, Lord Angus, sitting to Duncan’s right, cupped her ass in one hand.

Alva did nothing. What could she do? She was fairly certain that the repulsive, cruel Lord Duncan wanted her maidenhead for himself, a fate that she could feel growing closer by the day.

Aye, that’s ripe, said Lord Angus. He gave her an extra squeeze, his hand traveling lower, the layers of Alva’s skirts the only thing separating his thick, dirty fingers from her flesh.

The long table full of men, most at least fifteen years older than her, laughed and leered at Alva. She grit her teeth together, but did her best to ignore it. After all, these men — her Lord’s friends and underlords, a disgusting collection — had been talking about her like this ever since she’d come to serve Lord Duncan as a girl of seven with nowhere else to go.

It had gotten worse the past few years, of course. Alva had been a late bloomer, physically speaking, but now she was a young woman, and all the men who constantly vied for Duncan’s attention had noticed.

She took three empty mugs back into the kitchen and began refilling them, one by one, from the cask full of ale. As she did, she listened idly to the conversation still going on in the great room.

Did you hear that Aberdale was sacked, someone said. It was a newer voice, one that Alva couldn’t place immediately.

Bunch of milk-drinking cunts, said another voice, this one from Lord Colum, another of Duncan’s closest advisors.

Everyone else laughed uproariously.

A shudder went down Alva’s spine as she filled the second mug full of beer. As bad as she knew serving in Lord Duncan’s house was — and how much she dreaded the night, soon now, she knew, when he ordered her to his bed