Britain was a dangerous land for man or beast. Wars ravaged the land, and tribes clashes. Torture, rape and cruel deaths were common. Now law was over the land. And now that Rome had left, Norse warriors invaded to find new lands to rule over.
Northern England was a landing point for those men. Jorvik, or York, they called the village was their now won land. Great long ships by the dozens filled the bay.
Derik was the youngest son of ten, his father a lord of a wide stretch of land in Norway. Derik decided to find a place to become his own. A woman to make his wife and they would have their own sons. He would build a fortress of his own.
His longtime friend, Geoff followed him off the ship onto the land. " I hear the females here are plenty. Three women for each man! Just think of it, Derik"!
Derik laughed. " For you, yes, but I am in need for just one."
A group of men were at the stables, and it was a slave auction. Derik went to see for himself. He had coin and needed some slaves to help him build a house.
The man in charge, brought out many kinds of slaves. And when he brought out his best that he saved for last, the crowds gasped and cheered.
Derik was stunned at the woman that stood on the platform. Her hair was like the sunset. Red and flowing down past her lush bottom. She had full rosy lips and a dusting of freckles on her nose. Full breasts that were barely contained by her torn dress. She was indeed a prize for any mans bed.
And Derik wanted to be that man. Tonight.
Geoff already had a hard on. " By Thor, what a prize."
