Bride of Grendel: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 2) by Gwynn Jones

Author:Gwynn Jones [Jones, Gwynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2015-04-23T23:00:00+00:00

When she woke, the fire had died to a soft glow, and the hall had grown cold. Everyone was asleep, her guards included. How easy, she thought ruefully, it would have been for Unferth to have spirited her away from here during this quiet time before the monster came. But he too was asleep, never having intended to attempt any such escape. What had awakened her? It was a sound that had done it. Not the sound of the doors crashing in, but a sound from somewhere outside. Movements. Something moving along the side of the hall, something scraping along the outer wall, drawing slowly closer to the front. The hairs on her neck prickled. This was it. What would she do? Should she try to fight it? She had heard that the warriors of Heorot had quickly learned, when Grendel first began his attacks, that no weapons had any effect on the monster; his skin was impervious to every blade, spear, or club that they tried against him. The sound was getting closer to the door.

No one had bothered to throw the massive bolt; Grendel had burst through too many times for anyone to think that there was any way to keep him out. So now, instead of a great crash, she heard the low creak of the door slowly swinging open. Sigrun tensed in her seat. She caught her breath at the sight of a huge, clawed hand wrapped around the edge of the doorframe. The seconds seemed to stretch for an eternity as she waited for the creature to step into the hall. When the massive thing finally emerged from the shadows, she gasped. It was easily eight feet tall, with huge shoulders, thick, muscled arms, and legs like tree trunks. The light was too dim to see its features clearly, but its eyes glowed green, flashing around the hall. It moved forward down the center, glaring at the sleeping warriors to either side. She was struck, strangely, by how gracefully the monster moved, swiftly and silently. It must have been dragging its claws along the exterior walls, intentionally creating that noise that had woken her before.

Halfway down the length of the room, Grendel’s eyes finally landed on Sigrun. The monster paused, as though appraising her. Their eyes locked. Her breath was coming quickly, but she refused to be afraid, refused to seem afraid. Grendel snorted lightly. Then he looked around the room and let out a massive roar. It was a bloodcurdling sound, and the warriors awoke in confusion. Sigrun, remarkably, found herself laughing. The monster wanted to make sure he had an audience, wanted to make sure the warriors did not sleep through his theft of their queen. It was a short laugh, though.

Once he had gotten everyone’s attention, Grendel bounded to the dais and swept Sigrun from her seat. His claws dug into her arms as he lifted her up and swung her over his shoulder, but they did not break flesh. From the corner of her vision, she saw Unferth charging toward Grendel, swinging his sword.

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