Rough and Hardcore Erotica

by Natalie Breaks

  “Oh, my God!” She whimpered. “Oh, fuck… this was so bloody awesome.”

  “Ogar, you old war horse.” Angus grinned. “You’ve started the flood.”

  “Oh yes, young one.” Ogar freed his head, his face covered in her juice. “It has begun.”

  “It is my turn to prepare her now, make way.” Angus grinned, placing a large hand over Ogar’s shoulder as he lapped away at Rachel’s swollen pussy.

  The six pairs of hands were back on her gently squeezing her breasts, and arms and belly even as the six mouths continued to kiss and suck on her erect nipples and soft skin. She arched her back, closing her eyes and moaning passionately as Angus took Ogar’s place between her outstretched thighs. He was more energetic than the experienced older warrior, his mouth hungrier and his tongue eager to explore. He sucked hard and bit her ruby like clitoris, making her gasp even louder. His warm tongue swirled around her clit and burning pussy. She shrieked and grabbed his head, her nails digging into his thickly braided hair.

  Angus’ hard fingers played with her throbbing clitoris as he slobbered over her quivering pussy, lighting up more fires within her. She glanced down and saw him reaching down under his kilt and stroking his huge cock. Excited at the sight of him doing that and Ogar taking over at sucking her toes, she almost had another orgasm. It felt good to see that the young man was aroused for her. She yanked at his head; her clenched hands pushed his face further between her thighs.

  “Oh, baby!” She moaned. “This is so fucking good… oh, yes. Yes!”

  ***

  She tried to but couldn’t hold on any longer, her hips shuddered and her belly clenched. Another powerful orgasm rippled up from the depths of her trembling body. Her mind went almost catatonic as wave after wave of intense pleasure gushed through her quaking body. She cried out with each burst of release. Angus’ wicked tongue continued to ravage her on as he grinned, tasting her squirting juice and licked his lips.

  “Mm, sweeter than honey and headier than mead.” He grinned widely.

  “Oh, god… oh, shit.” Rachel wept. “I can’t take any more of this… Oh, I want a fat hard cock in me now… come on, somebody… anybody… fuck me, now.”

  “I believe she is ready for you, Chief.” Ogar turned to Harald as he stepped up, towering over his men.

  Rachel looked at him, gasping and heaving. He didn’t frighten her anymore. He was her husband and his men had prepared her for him; to make his wife worthy of his pleasure. She was more than ready for him. More than ready for the huge cock she saw swinging between his muscular thighs from under his kilt.

  The six men who took her to heights of pleasure the like she had never known released her for their chief. Rachel lay on the platform, writhing and moaning for a man to ease her body from the fire that was blazing inside her. She pleaded with her eyes and her whimpers as Harald the Helborn looked down at the quivering naked feast before him.

  The huge man undid his belt and let the kilt drop to the floor. His cock sprang up, erect and hard, and as huge as any of the weapons the men around him carried. A shout went around the assembled men as they cheered their chieftain on. Removing the rest of his raiment and armor, Harald knelt down before her. She stared at him with raw, naked lust. His men had done a great job in getting her hornier than she had ever been in her young life and she was more than ready to be impaled on the monstrous thing that twitched before her eyes.

  She twisted her lips and her tongue flicked out as her eyes feasted on his mammoth erection. She longed for a taste of it, to feel the pulsing heat inside her mouth, but Harald was more interested in the dripping orifice between her sexy legs. He grabbed her ass, lifting her up and placed the thick, red hot cockhead on the yawning maw of her overheated pussy. The protective sheath over her virginity, stretched and softened by the wiggling tongues of his henchmen, gave in without a fight as he barreled his thickness into her with one swift thrust.

  The mead and the fires lit within her by this weird Viking ritual made her feel no pain as her virginity was rendered obsolete. His thickness filled her to the point of bursting and she welcomed it, letting the sheer pleasure of it ease the burning want in her substantially.

  “Oh, Harald… my Hellborn husband.” Rachel moaned. “You’re taking me straight to heaven… oh, god, you‘re so freakishly big… oh, fuck me, baby.”

  “Ah, Jaska… your spirit warms my heart…” Harald grunted. “And fills my loins with such blissful desire.”

  His large hands covered her buttocks entirely as he lifted her up and pushed more of his dense hardness into her welcoming pussy, made more lubricant and pliable by his trustworthy warriors. She felt no pain, only satisfaction with his foot long roll of meat going all the way into her. She bucked her hips up as he lifted her butt higher, burying himself up to the root. Rachel’s entire body weight rested on her shoulder blades as Harald stood up and began to slide his enormous cock in and out of her. She looked around them at the eight men who had pleasured her, preparing her for Harald. They stood around, clapping and cheering the chief on as he ground his hips against hers from a standing position. She noticed several of the men had large bulges poking against their kilts and young Angus had his naked cock in his hand, his eyes on her as he stroked himself.

  She tore her eyes away from him, as Harald stood up straight with her still impaled on him. She was lifted off the platform and hung upside down, dizziness and exhilaration filling her mind. She gasped when he jerked his hips hard and yanked her up into a sitting position, his powerful legs flexing hard as he continued his humping motion. Harald proved he was the mightiest one among his people as he bounced her hard on his cock, standing all the while.

  Rachel threw her arms around his thick neck, snaring her fingers into his dense red hair; she kissed him hungrily, his bristling beard tickling her lips. She had never felt this way before. Even if she was a virgin she did have her playful moments with boys her age. But this was different; this turned her into a completely different animal. She wasn’t playing around with sex, sex was playing her. She felt possessed, by her lust and her body’s need. These were the kind of men she had always been interested in, always been enamored with and to some extent always lusted for. And now, if it wasn’t all a dream, she had as many as her heart would desire.

  “Oh, my beautiful bride.” Harald panted. “You are exactly what the seer foretold, a woman of such beauty and lust… truly a bride made for the chief of chiefs.”

  “What ever you say right now, chief… Rachel said, amidst gasps, “…is fine by me, as long as you keep fucking me with that awesomely super cock of yours.”

  “Hah, well met, Jaska.” Harald grunted, bending his knees and jerking upright with more force to his thrusts. “And for being such a satisfying bride on your first night, I will grant you the right to choose any of my able warriors for your protection and pleasure.”

  “Is that right, chiefy.” Rachel purred, staring the muscle-bound Angus as he dropped to his knees and gave in to his powerful ejaculation right before her eyes.

  The sight of the young warrior’s thick cock ejecting its seed in her honor and Harald’s monster cock plunging deep within her, carried Rachel over to her third and most powerful orgasm of the night. She hugged Harald’s neck and whimpered, wiping her tears and saliva on his fiery red beard. Harald laughed as her body trembled in ecstasy against his. He dropped to his knees and lay her down on the platform again, assuming the missionary position; his hips began to grind into her with more drive and power.

  “The blessed seed of Harald the Hellborn takes wing… to spawn in you the first of his many heirs, Jaska.” The huge man grunted, pressing her down under his bulk. At that point Rachel’s mind was a haze, she heard him yet didn’t understand his words. It was his cock that filled her senses and she wanted to feel him explode within her to complete their union.

  Harald’s immense bulk went stiff. His naked buttocks tightened and he pushed his cock in deep. She felt his thickness increase, a
lmost tearing her apart, sensing his release. She gasped out loud for the umpteenth time as he let himself go. Hot splashes of his exploding seed flooded her belly. She felt every drop, every spatter of it and it filled her senses bordering on insanity. He seemed inexhaustible, his cock pumping precious life-giving fluids into her, going on and on amidst the cheers of his watching men.

  At long last Harald was spent. Slowly he rose off her and helped her up. She sat, gasping and panting in the pale light of the torches as Harald gathered up his kilt and armor.

  ***

  “Hail to the bride of Harald the Hellborn.” He raised his fist to the air. “Hail Jaska Jorgensen. The rites of the chieftain’s bride have been honored.”

  “Hail to Jaska Jorgensen.” The men chorused, following their chief outside to join him in a night long session of drunken revelry. “Hail to Harald the Hellborn.”

  Alone at last, Rachel sat naked on the platform, a sense of tranquil bliss all over her. If this wasn’t a dream, she could sure get used to it. Harald was a great lover, considering she had known him only for few hours and his men…

  “Rachel Jorgensen.” A shrill voice made her jump. “Your darkest desires and your brightest dreams have come true.”

  “You!” She whispered hoarsely. “What’s have you done to me, what’s going on?”

  “I have set you free from your prison and brought you here where you rightfully belong.” The old woman replied with a shrill laugh.

  “What?” Rachel was taken aback. “And… and where is here?”

  “The lands which will be known as Norway and Denmark in centuries to come, and as of now, in the year 850 AD, these are the lands of the Hellborn clans.”

  “Uh… I still can’t believe any of this.” The blonde shook her head, unmindful of her nakedness.

  “Pretty soon, you won’t have to.” The old woman cackled and pressed something cold into her hand. “This life is all that you will remember… your past, the future, will soon change and you will have no memory of it.”

  Rachel knitted her brow and looked at the piece of silver in her hand, it bore some kind of markings with the face in profile of an old woman on it.

  “What is this?” She asked, looking up, but Madam Griselda had vanished.

  “Your destiny.” A faint voice echoed around her.

  She peered at the little silver piece again, catching the dim light of the overhead torch gleaming off the etchings and gasped. Under the profile were the words – ‘Jaska Hellborn, first queen of the Norns.’

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 49

  Chapter 1

  My grandmother’s death hit me harder than my own father’s. Of course, she raised me in the mountains of Boulder, Colorado while my parents were off traveling the world, but that’s not supposed to be a thing. When my father died, I inherited some insurance money and some sort of stock portfolio I wasn’t supposed to touch until I was on my own. Well, thanks to my grandmother, I was.

  The funeral was bittersweet, as it brought family members together I didn’t even know I had. I barely recognized my mother and her new husband, but why would I? They were never around, even growing up. Now that my grandmother was gone, there was only one person I could trust.

  Jonah sat close to me, his hand in mine. He was the only family I had left and I cherished that. Even though we weren’t related, he was the only one who has stuck by me since I met him my freshman year in college.

  When they read the will, I had become the proud owner of my grandmother’s house and since no one contested it, I was able to do what I wanted with it. The house was over two hundred years old and bigger than most mansions in the city. When asked what my plans were regarding the house, I merely smiled and said, “I’m moving to Colorado.”

  Walking in through the large wooden doors, it was obvious my grandmother had a caretaker. She hadn’t lived in the house in a few years but the place was clean and beautiful.

  “Wow, this place is incredible,” said Jonah, stretching his neck upward.

  “Are you sure you want to move all the way out here with me? This is nothing like Santa Fe.”

  “I told you,” he said, kissing the top of my head, “I’m happiest when I’m with you, besides I have no reason to stay in Santa Fe.”

  “Okay then. Let’s figure this place out.”

  I walked through the massive rooms, remembering the places I used to play and it brought back a nostalgia I craved to have back.

  “You seem to have quite a connection with this old place,” he said.

  I climbed the long staircase, my fingers running along the old railing that spiraled up along side it. I walked the hallway, not bothering with any of the doors I passed by. When I got to the end, I opened the large white door and sighed heavily.

  “It was as if I never left.”

  I walked inside, reminiscing about the princess bed and dresser set, the posters portraying the art I loved back then and the clay pottery I had made in the corner. The large balcony doors were bolted shut with heavy drapes that covered the windows. I placed my hand on the window and smiled.

  “Tell me,” he said, staring at me. “Tell me about your memory.”

  I looked at Jonah briefly. “I lost my virginity on this balcony.”

  “Mmm, details please.”

  “His name was Donovan,” I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think I ever knew his last name. God, he was beautiful. They used to call him Don Juan. I masturbated to thoughts of him and his friends in my bed, on my floor, even late at night on the balcony.”

  “So, that’s when your sexuality started. Was he a school mate?”

  “No. Well, he was much older than I was. I was barely in high school and he was a senior. I thought I was so in love with him. Turns out he found out about my crush and he fucked me on a bet.”

  “Ooh.” Jonah’s nose scrunched up in a scour and he looked at me sympathetically.

  “I was a nerdy art student and he was a football star. Do the math.”

  “And you had no idea about the bet?”

  “Deep down I did? I mean, I knew there was some reason he had a sudden interest in me. But think about it. What other underling do you know who was able to land one of the most popular guys in high school? Believe me, it was an amazing first time. I wouldn’t have done it any differently.”

  “Was he good?”

  “Yeah, he was. Let’s put it this way. He is the reason I am the way I am today.”

  “Hmm,” he muffled, looking away.

  Memories of that afternoon came flooding back, causing a tingle between my legs.

  “You have to tell me what happened, Ida Mae.”

  I grinned, knowing how much Jonah liked my stories. Since then I had always been sexual, daring to show myself in public, masturbating in public places, and even having sex where I shouldn’t.

  “He came over, telling me he needed help on some art project he was failing at. I knew it was a lie but I didn’t care. He didn’t even take an art class. Getting him into my bedroom was a fantasy I never thought would happen. I was so nervous I thought I would vomit, but once he was in my room all I could think about was kissing him.” I snickered. “We did so much more than just kiss. That long balcony wall was my support as he had me bent over the edge. His hands were all over my body. I didn’t tell him I was a virgin but it excited him when he found out.”

  “That is hot as hell.”

  “It hurt bad at first, then when I learned to relax the pleasure consumed me. It was the best sex I had ever had.”

  “Incredible.”

  “It was.”

  “I have a question. Why have we never had sex, together?”

  I looked at him as if for the first time. “I don’t know. I guess it never came up,” I said, giggling. “Not literally.”

  When I met Jonah, he was somewhat of a late bloomer, gangly looking and scrawny. We hit it off as friends and the bond had
grown stronger since that day. Now, that I look at him, I notice muscle where it wasn’t, longer hair that gave him that artsy sexy look, eyes that glistened when I talked about my fantasies.

  “I could see the appeal,” I teased.

  Chapter 2

  We finally got the balcony doors open with some tools we found in the basement and did away with the drapes. I walked onto the balcony and looked around, remembering the neighbor boy and his binoculars. I giggled at the thought that I let him watch me touch myself on more than one occasion. It gave me a rush to know someone was watching me.

  When Jonah walked up next to me, I slid my arms around him and pressed my lips to his. The nostalgia of standing in the same place took effect and an arousal spread through me. He let me kiss him like I wanted, saying nothing until I pulled away from him and looked up at him.

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Should I not have?”

  “I didn’t mind it, but it was a little weird.”

  “Maybe over time….”

  “Hmm, maybe.”

  I handed him a note pad with Banger Construction written on it along with their phone number.

  “What’s this?” he asked. “Some sort of porn company?”

  I giggled. “No, but don’t you think it’s fitting?”

  “Fitting for what?”

  “This old house needs some serious work to fix it up and the main memories I have are all sexual in nature. It’s fate,” I said, giggling again.

  “So, you want to hire this Banger Construction company because of the name?”

  “Yep. Let’s just say I have a good feeling about it.”

  He shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”

  I called the number and set up a time for someone to meet me and go over what needed to be done. When he got there the next morning, he introduced himself as the owner of the company and we went through a list of things to be fixed up or changed completely.