She moaned loudly as her throbbing pussy was gently caressed and smeared with the same body warming stuff. She bucked her hips slowly as the heat spread all over her pussy and within it. The dozen hands on her took turns in playing with her clit and pussy lips, making her moan and gasp. She heard the approving murmurs of the men and looked at them with blurry eyes. Her mind was filled with the rich odor of the aphrodisiac they were using, making her enjoy every moment of this strange ritual.
“She is responding well, Chief.” Angus’ gruff voice reached her ears. “If she weren’t yours, I would take her this instant.”
“When you are Chief, young Angus, you can do as you wish.” Harald laughed. “Until then, you too can only prepare her for my pleasure.”
“Aye, Harald.” Ogar clapped his hands. “It is our pleasure to prepare such a fine, fine feast for you.”
Rachel looked down her body as the two burly henchmen of the chief strolled up to her. The six men continued their ministrations on her writhing body; brining out her innermost desires that she never even knew she had even a day ago.
***
Suddenly the six pairs of hands left her body. A sense of abandonment came over her and she longed for the hands on her body again. Before she could say so, six hot and wet mouths replaced the hands that were on her. Her neck, her breasts and her belly were covered with hungry kisses. She jerked up as if electric current had been set loose inside her. Her hips bucked, spreading her pussy wide open to the approaching Ogar and Angus. She could hear Harald’s ribald laughter in the background.
“Oh, my god.” Rachel gasped, finding her voice at last. “Oh… I… I’m on fire… so good… so freaking good.”
“She’s out of her mind.” Angus grinned, brining his eager face up to her twitching feet.
“She’ll give Harald all the pleasure he can get for this night and for years to come.” Ogar squatted on the platform beside Angus.
The bald, bearded warrior picked up her left foot and brought it up to his face. He glanced at the dark haired Angus. The younger man had done the same with her right foot. He wiggled his long tongue at Ogar and grinned. Ogar nodded and stuck out his tongue as well, licking her wiggling toes and lathering the sole of her foot lavishly with his saliva. Angus mirrored him, but with more gusto.
The sensation of her feet and toes being licked and sucked along with the six hungry mouths on her belly and breasts ignited of an inferno inside her, she grasped at the heads of the men hovering over her, digging her nails into their scalps. She desperately wanted someone to touch her enflamed pussy. Her hips squirmed and bucked, tears of joy ran down her cheeks. Her body felt light, as if she could float away. The men changed positions; each mouth offered a different sensation. Her breasts ached, nipples going taut to their limit. She felt Ogar and Angus’ rough hands caress and slide up her thighs as they sucked her toes. They slid a hand under each of her soft, yielding buttocks, lifting her up and squeezing the white buns tenderly.
“This is insane…” Rachel wailed. “I want to cum so bad... make me cum, you Viking wanna-bes.”
“Oh, she is beside herself.” Angus laughed.
“Yes, though I still did not understand what she said, I can discern their meaning.” Ogar nodded.
“You are wise, old man,” Angus grinned. “After you.”
Ogar dropped on all fours between her outstretched legs, his bearded face inches from her pulsating pussy, as Angus held them apart. She could feel Ogar’s hot breath on her arousal, making her want him to ravage her with his mouth.
“Oh, come on…” Rachel screamed. “Lick me… eat my pussy… oh, god, make me cum… please.”
“That, I’m sure we could all understand.” Angus laughed again and popped her toes back into his mouth.
Ogar nodded and stuck out his tongue, touching the tip of it on her erect clitoris. Rachel went stiff, her hands clenched harder over the thick hair of the men sucking her breasts. Ogar grinned and kissed the oozing delight before his face with passion, making her moan and gasp louder than she had ever been since this ritual started. His hands massaged her inner thighs and her tender buttocks as he held her pelvis up to his face.
His hard sword wielding fingers were gentle as he caressed the rose bud petals of her pussy, running along the dripping slit. Rachel moaned loudly, spreading her legs wider for him. He popped her little clitoris into his mouth and sucked the sensitive bud lovingly, his bristling beard tickling her sensitive ass. She gasped and reached down, grabbing at his bald head, feeling the sweat slick skin of his broad scalp. Electric jolts of pleasure ripped through her body. She whimpered, pushing his face down against her. The sensation of all eight men covering her with their mouths and her overwhelming excitement of it all made her head spin. She thrust her hips upward to meet his slurping ministrations; her stimulation reached its climax. She felt her orgasm erupt with volcanic intensity as she trapped Ogar’s shaking head tightly between her thighs.
“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 Hellborn 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 an
y 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, almost 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.’
Story Four
“Esmeralda De Fontaine, are you out of your mind?” Lilac Marston addressed the slim, dark haired young woman standing before her.
“I… I think it’s my calling, Ma’am.” Esmeralda answered, staring at her hands as she clasped them over her breast. “I feel like I was born to make a difference… to help people in need.”
“And who will help you when you are in need?” The older woman demanded. “You think you can last a day in that wild, untamed country infested with savages
and all sorts of evil things?”
“That’s why I must go there, Ma’am.” Esmeralda sounded determined, and a little nervous. “I have faith that I will be kept safe and bring help and love to those poor people who suffer there.”
“You have lost your mind, but who am I to stop you.” Lilac shook her head. “You’re over eighteen now and I am no longer your legal guardian. You have your inheritance and you are free to do as you wish.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” The petite young woman bowed. “You have been good to me and for that I thank you from my heart.”
“Yes, you’re very welcome.” Her former guardian nodded. “And how do you plan to go there?”
“I will drive… the old Ford will do.” The girl turned to leave.
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