Jeanne cleaned and arranged the few things inside the building. Going outside to fill a leaky bucket to do a better job. She paused each time to look at the two young women joyfully playing in the water. Jeanne knew she had had a hard life and that it showed. But fondly let one of her hands roam her hip and backside, glad to know that she was still a woman that a man like Rhoar wanted. After cleaning as much as made sense, she had noticed a few herbs and things growing around the buildings and trees. She went out to collect them, hoping Rhoar would return successful from his hunt. She blushed to herself, knowing that Rhoar was little older than her own daughter but that she a moment felt like she expected her husband home. She shrugged and tried to shake the feelings and thoughts, but clearly her body seemed to act like it too waited for the man of the house to return.
Rhoar had mixed success on his hunt. He had stumbled upon a boar, but it had bolted before even he could react. But he had heard the sounds of a pheasant and managed to get in a position to get it. Also, he had found a couple of bushes with berries, most not ripe yet but he picked those that were ripe enough. He knew his little sister back home loved berries, so he thought that the two young girls might like it too, even their mom. He fondly remembered his experience with the woman but blushed to himself. He didn't understand why, but he also felt slightly ashamed, thinking of Belle, like he should think more of her. He frowned to himself and knew it was his right to have any or all three girls, if he wanted. The gods and his own strength had seen fit to let him win each fight so far, which meant they were HIS.
He heard giggling from the pond and saw the two young naked women playing in the water. He approached and they saw him, at first both covered up and then submerged into the water. He just looked at them and smiled, seeming just amused at their shyness but not hiding that he just admired all that he could. He dropped the pheasant and opened the leather pouch he had gathered berries in and took his leather tunic off and put it on the ground like a table to present the berries on. Belle saw and she stood out of the water, and only a few steps seemed to cover some but then she just moved toward the berries. Lise was shy for a second but then saw the berries and then like a girl thought nothing of nakedness and just wanted to taste them. Rhoar felt Jeanne should be offered some too, but she came by at the same time too. She took looked at the berries with interest and soon the three women were eating them and only when a single berry was left Lise picked it up and was about to eat it when she realized that Rhoar had gotten none and she turned to look at him and extended her hand. Rhoar smiled at her and shook his head and pointed to her mouth. Saying "Mouth" in Latin and chuckled to himself as he saw him saying this made Belle tremble briefly. Earlier in the woods after killing the Frenchmen, and after her spanking it had been his single command for her to suck his cock and had ended in her marked with his seed.
Rhoar saw the effect saying this word had and was happy with it. He gestured to Belle and signed for her to come to him. She was suddenly very aware of her nakedness and especially the fact her nipples had gotten hard and erect, a combination of the free air cooling the water on her and the remembrance of what the order 'Mouth' had led to. She awkwardly covered her chest with her arms but walked over. Rhoar almost impatiently pushed her arms aside and then smiled at her, looking at her breasts. Already of a noticeable size for her age but like the rest of her curves, still developing. Belle closed her eyes wondering what the big hands were about to do to her body. She blushed with her eyes closed as she realized she wasn't afraid of what was about to happen, she was excited, anticipating it. Rhoar took a necklace off his neck, a finely crafted but rough gold chain. Belle thinking that Rhoar would have his way with her in some way opened her eyes in disbelief as she felt the heavy necklace being put around her neck. She looked down and then at Rhoar. He smiled at her, looked into her eyes and then down over her body, like he was telling her that he knows she wants him to take what he wants. But that he will, when HE wants to.
Rhoar gestured to Lise, and she came over. He unfastened a fine leather string that had two bear claws in it. She thrust her chest forward, happily standing there naked her perky little breasts right before Rhoar. He smiled at her and then calmly attached the string around Lise' neck. It was a little long on her tiny form, so the two claws were between her breasts. Lise beamed, it was the first gift given to her by any man. Finally, Rhoar looked at Jeanne and she just came over swiftly, like she didn't need to be told but anticipated Rhoar's desires. Rhoar didn't think but gave her ass a smack on the side and squeezed it. He then reached for his waist and undid one of a series of belts. He had a belt to keep his pants; he had a belt for some weapons. He had a belt for pouches. One of them was finer in the way it was crafted and with Viking markings, clearly meant something. He took it off, took the pouches off the belt and then took a hold of Jeanne by her ass and pulled her closer, as he chuckled in his deep but young voice. He then wrapped the belt around her body, low on her waist so it came to rest on her hips. He made no attempt to hide that he liked moving his hands on her curves as he got it in the right position.
He looked at his three women and nodded happily and then pointed to the pheasant before giving them a dismissive gesture. He then just leaned back on the grass and enjoyed the late afternoon sun on his body. He checked his left arm, two different wounds but shrugged to himself as he clearly meant to have another small nap. He heard the older woman starting to give orders to the two young women. Belle came to Rhoar and gently touched him, and he just opened his eyes briefly as she gestured to his left arm. She had put on her undergarment and was covered up, but she had made sure that the necklace was showing. She took his arm into her lap and washed it and gently bandaged it while having a fascination for the hand. She sat there still a while, just letting the big hand rest in her lap and watching Rhoar laying there breathing deeply. Lise was told to pluck the pheasant while Jeanne got the fire going, checked for things left behind that could still be used. Cookware, like an old pot to make soup in.
The scent of cooking meat woke Rhoar from his nap a couple of hours later. Belle was gone but he was sure she had been there for a while. Sun was almost setting, and he gathered his things and went inside, still bare-chested and relaxed. Either side of the fireplace two sleeping areas were set up, as there were two blankets by how the girls were seated and the look Belle gave Rhoar. One blanket and place on the floor was for Lise and her mother to share, and Belle gestured to Rhoar to come to where she was sitting. This was the second spot and clearly Rhoar and Belle was meant to share it, to share the blanket.
"Rhoar!" Rhoar suddenly said after sitting down and he gently gave his chest two bumps with his fist. Looking at all three and pointing to himself as he repeated "Rhoar". He then pointed at Lise, who hesitated a second but then smiled and replied "My name is Lise" in a sweet girly voice. Jeanne broke in saying "Lise" and pointed at her daughter. Rhoar nodded, not understanding the rest of it, but getting the idea what it had meant but was just interested in what to call the three. Since Rhoar was looking at Jeanne she just pointed to herself, not realizing as she did, she made sure to face Rhoar so he could get to see her curvy figure that he clearly liked. "Jeanne... My name is Jeanne... Jeanne" she smiled and blushed almost like a little shy girl.
"MY name IS, Belle" Belle said in Latin saying some of the words very hard, clearly to get Rhoar to look away from the curvy woman there. Rhoar turned his head toward Belle and then smiled "Bell... Bele... BELLE" he clearly seemed to get his tongue to feel the word, the name. And third time he said it very clearly. Something felt so good to Belle, hearing this man, saying her name. They sat in silence a while watching Jeanne do the cooking. She would use a spoon to pour a little of the soup over the pheasant to keep it moist. The smell of food soon had all four feeling a growing hunger.
