by Zade, Chera
Bjorn's fingers on my pussy feel sensational. I can't pretend not to be turned on, and he knows I'm loving what he's doing to me. It isn't long before he's made my clit swell red with blood and forced his way inside my pussy hole.
Ulf grabs hold of my neck, squeezing just hard enough to let me know he won't take no for an answer. Fuck, I love this. I reach out to where his bicep is hardening and try and force him away from me. I kick out at Bjorn at the same time and he has to lay down across my legs to stop me. Vidar seems to like it.
'A Queen with fight', he says. 'You'll make a perfect slave.'
Where Vidar is happy to bide his time, Magnus isn't so patient. There is little space for him to manoeuvre in, but it doesn't seem to bother him. When he comes to the bed and places himself at my side, his hands exploring my tits and bruising the nipples awake, he too has spilled out of his loincloth and hefts his thick member out in front of him like a war stick. Each of these men is hung like a horse, thick, veiny and bulbous.
'Open', Ulf commands again.
While Bjorn forces another finger into my pussy, twisting them around inside me to rub them directly against my sweet spot, Magnus busies himself with running well practised circles around my clitoris, while he mirrors the movements across my nipples in turn. His touch is soft compared to Bjorn, subtle and well controlled.
I'm still resisting Ulf, and he's getting angry. It's making Vidar laugh too, as though seeing me tease one of his best soldiers is amusing for him. Finally he forces my jaw open and I relent and let him in.
'If you bite me', he says. 'It'll be the last time you bite anything in your life.'
I tilt my head back and open out my throat. I can already feel him at the back of my mouth, and he's forced in less than half of his throbbing mass. It has been a long time since I've sucked a cock worthy of my attention. Despite my initial protestations, I give Ulf my all, teasing his glans in all the right areas, forcing my tongue down his hole and swallowing hard on his bulbous crown. He tastes of pussy juice and teenage sex. He tastes of defloration and forceful fucking. I can't get enough of him. Sucking cock always makes my pussy tingle and sucking Viking cock is just as good as I always expected it to be. Bjorn continues to ram his fingers in and out of my pussy, my legs lifted high now and cradled by Magnus, who from time to time rests his head on my lower belly and darts his tongue out over my swollen nub. They have hardly started, and I'm already feeling my insides turn to mush, the familiar sensation of an orgasm breaking lightly through my body and working its way out deftly across my skin.
I am gasping on Ulf's cock as he tries to force more and force of his manhood down my throat. I have to fight him away at one point, gag air down quickly through my nose before he complains and then open myself up once again and let him fuck his way further into my body. After a while, I feel his pendulous balls slap against my chin, dirtying themselves with the saliva that has already dribbled there. Like this, it feels like he's fucking my entire body. It feels like he's fucking my soul.
'Good', Ulf says, by way of appreciation, as though he might be marking my competency in the kitchen.
My eyes are thick with tears and my throat already feels swollen at his insistence. I place my hands on his ass and pull him towards me in an attempt to tell him that what he is already doing isn't strong enough. I want to break him so he'll break me too. It works. With one knee laid flat and the other one up in a right angle against it, he finds his perfect posture. Here, he rams himself as deep as he is able to go, my hands on his ass to pull him inside me for good measure. When he pulls out, it's like watching Excalibur come out of the rock. I have no idea how I managed to fit so much of him inside me, but as soon as he's left, I want to take him back.
I gasp down air, try and control my breathing and lay back flat for a second against the bed. A moment later, Magnus pulls me upright, his cock prone and gelled with pre-cum, throbbing with a desperate need to be seen to.
Ulf moves in below me and takes up where Magnus left off. He pulls at my tits, slaps them roughly and forces my nipples to hard. Whereas Magnus attended to my clit with the care of an expert craftsmen, Ulf is happy to pull at my sensitivity like a throwaway doll. His rough hands find my clitoris, pull back the hood and agitate it in short sharp rubbing movements. I try and twist away from him, the sensitivity too much to bear, but he's far too strong for me and his touch is insistent.
'Look', he says, before smacking it with the flat of his hand. 'Look at the Queen's clit.'
Bjorn slips his fingers out of my pussy, ready to put something else there instead. I have Magnus's huge cock now in my mouth, and each time I flick my tongue over the sensitive connective tissue between his shaft and his glans, I notice a spasm tear through his thigh that makes his knee jerk out and his ass clench. When I play with his balls he pushes my hand away, and when I look up I notice how hard he is concentrating. I hadn't realised it before, but compared to everyone else in the room Magnus is a lot younger. He can't be more than twenty, a fearsome warrior but perhaps not so experienced in bed. I like that. I like that I can be corrupted in this situation and still corrupt someone else too. I like that he's on the edge because that's exactly where I feel like I am right now as well. I tease him with careful movements of my tongue, closing my mouth around only as much of his cock as he wants to feed into me.
Ulf holds my legs wide while Bjorn ducks between them and runs his long tongue over the folded skin of my anus. It tickles and pleasures me so much, I have to pause for a while with Magnus's cock throbbing in my mouth and breath out a moan of desire. He does it again, this time allowing the tip to dip lightly into my hole, and then a third time just to make sure. I've never had anal sex before. It's never something my husband wanted to explore despite it being something I told him would turn me on. His loss is everyone else's gain, these powerful men especially.
Bjorn has finished with his tongue. With my legs still spread by Ulf, he places the yolk of his thumb there and drives it inside me. My hole gives way to his insistence, powerless to resist. A moment later he is up to the second knuckle.
Vidar watches on with delight. This is the fiercest warrior of them all yet he's happy to bide his time and watch his best men take me apart, before he decides to join in himself. I can see him thick behind his animal skin, his cock desperate to come out and play.
Bjorn removes his thumb, satisfied with his work. I can feel my pussy palpating, even before he places his swollen glans at the entrance. I feel it tight against my anus first, testing my resistance, before he lifts it slightly, and wedges it purposefully at the gateway to my pussy hole. He's kneeling below me, between my legs, in what looks like a ritual pose. Vidar has come closer now, the temptation too much to fully resist. Above us all hangs my portrait, the King and Queen no longer, one dead, one a slave. If I thought it would happen at all, I never thought it would in this bed.
Ulf pulls me wide, a mischievous look on his face as he holds open my hole for his companion to better enter me. With my free hand I take his cock, and wank it slightly just to distract me. Bjorn is huge. I don't know how easy it will be to get him inside me, no matter how turned on I feel. Bjorn is ready.
'Fuck her', Vidar calls, and Bjorn lifts himself up to drive his weight forwards. If there is any pain at all, it comes so briefly I don't notice it. I feel everything. Every ripple and fold of his veined cock, every nerve ending on the wall of my pussy. Pleasure descends on me like a cloak, as Bjorn lets his cock slide home in one continuous movement, his slave claimed, his Queen no more.
'Fuck', I can't help but say. Vidar laughs. I realise I'm squeezing Ulf's cock instead of wanking it. I've also stopped sucking Marcus's cock, as though time itself is standing still. Bjorn's balls crash against the skin around my anus like a great ship breaching itself on ice. Nothing in my life has ever felt as good. Bjorn so deep inside me that if I pressed the skin below my tits I'd be able to feel the top of his cock.
He withdraws again, slowly. Allowing himself to lean back
into the same kneeling position he started in. I breathe carefully, adjusting myself to the pulses of pleasure that are now exploding out across my body in waves. Bjorn adjusts himself, kicks his legs out from underneath himself so he can lean towards me and fuck me better. As he manoeuvres into his new position, I feel his cock pressing against the sweet spot inside me. He leans in, supporting himself with an outstretched arm that looks as strong as a Roman pillar. Comfortable, he begins his attack, sliding his cock in and out of me forcefully, gritting his teeth as he goes. Each thwack of his balls against the puckered skin of my ass-hole pushing me closer. Each thrust of his magnificent pole against my cervix an explosion of ecstasy threatening to tear me apart completely.
There is a swelling of thick pleasure rising up inside me, like ocean sand stirred up in a storm. The deafening cacophony of an orchestra in full swing, moving towards its point of crescendo. I have never been fucked like this. Never even thought it was possible.
Ulf rubs his hand roughly across my exposed clit, his mouth clamped around my nipples to suck at them like a new born baby, while Magnus paces himself in and out of my mouth, rubbing his cock purposely against my flattened tongue. I can feel it coming, climbing inside me.
Bjorn smacks my ass hard. He knows what he's doing to me and I can tell that he likes it. Vidar likes it too. Finally he removes his animal skin and kneels at the edge of the bed, his huge cock stiffening in his outstretched hand.
Vidar says something to Bjorn in his own language and Magnus and Ulf nod in agreement. Vidar climbs onto the bed and lays down next to me. I want to take his cock in my hand, pleasure him, fuck him hard, but as I go to reach for it my hand gets pulled away. I'm in the air now, above him. Magnus has slipped out of my mouth momentarily while he repositions me. Bjorn too. I immediately want them both back inside me, my body aching where they no longer remain.
They lay me flat on Vidar's chest. I could roll twice and still not fall off. The closer I get to this man, the larger he seems to be. I look down and see his mammoth manhood rising up between my outstretched legs and try desperately to reach for it again.
Vidar holds me in place, his hand gripped tightly around my neck.
Ulf lifts my legs into the air. When I come down, I feel Vidar's huge cock nestled against my anus, throbbing away insistently. Ulf pushes my legs to my chest, exposing me as much as possible, while Bjorn holds open my ass-cheeks forcing my tightness wide. Vidar is even thicker than Bjorn at the tip. His crown is so wide I can feel part of it against my pussy hole.
'Let's see if you are really a Queen', Vidar whispers into my ear.
The pain is immense. For a long time I don't think he's going to be able to get inside me, even under force, and then when he does, struggling his way inside me stubbornly, I wonder whether he's torn me in half. When he slides his thickness more than half way inside, and the dullness turns almost instantly into a rush of pleasure, I realise how good it feels. I loosen up and sink myself down onto his cock as much as I dare, feeding more and more of him into me as I go, desperate to take it all. Pleasure explodes out along my spine in lightning pulses, warping fiercely out across my skin and aching desire into my already sensitive pussy hole. It's orgasmic. Unlike anything I've ever felt before. I imagine lava bubbling up inside me, ready to break forth in great spurting explosions. My pussy convulses and throbs with each of Vidar's thrusts. He's so thick I can feel him through the thin layer of skin that separates my pussy and my anus, pushing beautifully against my sweet spot, taking me right to the edge. Taking me out beyond it.
With their leader in place, the other mighty men are free to come back to me, and Bjorn wastes no time in taking back his place. With my pussy forced tight by the massive rod Vidar has encouraged inside my anus, there is much less room for him to manoeuvre. It doesn't bother him, however, and it's long past the point it would have bothered me too. I can do nothing but moan pleasurably at what these Gods are doing to me, and hope that it never stops. I'm in another world, my breath peaking sharply, my heart ready to dance out of my chest. I don't know how much more of this I can take, before I shatter into a million pieces of ecstatic energy, a ball of nothing but orgasmic delight.
Bjorn places his cock head back at the entrance to my sex. I close my eyes. I try to breath. I try to ignore the powerful sensation bubbling to the surface of my skin, ready to force it's way out. He slides it up and down my sex, nudges it intoxicatingly against my clit, puts it back, wedges it there, pulsing, ready to push inside. I hear nothing but my heart pounding in my chest, the blood rushing around my ears. Bjorn waits, makes me want him. Eventually he slides his way back inside me, and the whole world closes in tight.
I gasp. It's here and there is nothing I can do to stop it. A wave of pleasure cascades down my back, chilling my neck and making my whole body shiver. I twist my head to the side, moan loudly, the swell of music rising inside me, reaching the crescendo. My arm flails to the side and my leg kicks out. My body twitches in minute spasms, each one of which seems to set my skin on fire. My pussy explodes out wave after wave of pleasure, before contracting hard and pushing them out even more intensely again, to the very edge of my being and what I understand in that moment to be the limitlessness of my own existence.
Even if Bjorn notices, he doesn't give me a chance to assimilate it. Even if he did, I wouldn't be able to stop it anyway. Magnus is just as quick to respond. His cock pushes roughly at my lips and is back into my mouth before I've even had a chance to breath. I can do nothing but open my mouth and let the barbarian fuck me, my body already given over to orgasm.
Ulf is late to my clitoris, but that doesn't stop him. I try to push him away, pull my legs up to my chest and hide myself from his touch, but he's strong and insistent and I can't escape. He stimulates me with rough flashes of his thumb and forefinger, which jerk my legs out to the side and make my back arch so much I nearly pull myself away from Bjorn and Vidar completely. The second wave that explodes through me is so powerful I almost pass out.
I have no idea how long they fuck me for. I melt away into the folded pleasures of orgasmic delight so much that each thrust and strike merges into one beautiful banquet of fucking. I am shared as I always dreamt I would be. I am turned into a sex slave and forced to comply with my Viking overbears.
Bjorn and Vidar fall into a rhythm of hard fucking, synchronising themselves perfectly into almost Godlike precision, while Magnus and Ulf take turns in my mouth. I am repositioned, turned, twisted and manoeuvred. I am folded into different shapes and forced into impossible structures, each one of my holes worked at repeatedly, until I am nothing more than a feeble mess of orgasmic bliss.
My body convulses. It rises, peaks, plateaus out, and then has the audacity to demand more and begin the climb again.
Magnus is the first to admit defeat. He is between my legs when it becomes too much for him, his balls slamming hard against my pussy lips. I feel them tighten like a knot, and his cock head swell. I want it inside me but he has other ideas. Perhaps inexperience leads him to do it, perhaps hierarchy, or the fear he'll leave me seeded. Either way, he decides to leave me and direct his intention all over my chest. It bubbles out of him like water leaving a cannon, and as soon as he's done I desperately want more. I pull him into me, lick the last remaining drops of salty cum from his cock head and rub the rest of his exploded seed first into my tits and later into my throbbing clitoris.
Bjorn is next to give himself over. When he does so, he's sharing my ass-hole with Ulf. The two men have taken Vidar's place, while their leader avails himself of the comforts of my mouth. I watch it rise in Bjorn as quickly as it descended over me. Even if he intended otherwise, he wouldn't have had time to leave me. I watch the muscles grow taut in his neck, fascinated by the sheer power and perfection of the man. He grips my hips tightly until white bleeds out at the points of his fingers, grits his teeth, emits a strange growling sound like a trapped wolf and gives himself over to me. As he explodes several ribbons of his salty mess inside
my anus, I can't help but descend again into fitful convulsions at the hands of yet another orgasm.
I'm still coming when Ulf passes the point of no return. He's flipped me onto my knees, and is pumping me hard, moving seamlessly with each thrust, from my ass-hole to my pussy. He's deep inside my throbbing sex, when he stiffens suddenly, grabs hold of my hair and drives a massive load of cum up inside my quivering hole. Several moments later, he's still there, bucking hard and wheezing like a sick dog in springtime. When he eventually pulls out, I see he's still erect, and feel a huge gush of cum spill out along my leg and dribble down towards the sheets below me.
Vidar pulls out of my mouth and puts me on my back. Magnus, Ulf and Bjorn have all receded into the shadows of the bedroom, to watch their leader from afar. He comes at me again, his cock like a magnificent weapon destined to never lose it's power.
I try once more to struggle away, a little bit of fight left in me.
'I knew you weren't really a Queen', Vidar says, as he impales me on his cock. I feel it sliding up inside me, the full length of it more than I ever thought I'd be able to manage.
'Nothing but a whore', Vidar says as he begins to fuck me slowly, purposefully. 'Nothing but a slave girl.'
I moan at the sensation of it, the power of his manhood. His virility. It's overwhelming.
'Say it', Vidar insists.
'I'm a whore', I mutter, the words catching on my lips.
'More', Vidar says, his speed increasing. I feel him close to my heart, ready to explode out of my chest. Almost at my neck.
'I'm a slave girl', I stutter.
'Again', he orders. 'Louder.'
'I'm a slave girl', I say.
'Louder!' he commands, fucking me as fast as he can now.
'I'm a slave girl', I shout proudly, looking directly into his eyes.
'Fuck', he says, but it's already too late. I can already feel it coming for me. I feel it rip through the upper half of his body, kick out through his thighs in darting spasms he's barely able to control, and eventually explode out of him in great bubbling gushes of pleasure, filling my hole completely. It's so powerful and so relentless, I wonder if he's ever going to stop. His grunts are guttural and leave him in short controlled bursts like steam escaping from a boiling pan, his muscles sinewy and taut across his chest, his eyes wide and purposeful, as though this moment and this moment alone is the one he was put on this earth for, the pivotal event in a life otherwise devoid of them.