Viings - Lagertha

Vikings: Lagertha Part 1

By Imorol

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

Sounds of laughing and carousing filled the Great Hall of Kattegat. Down the sides of the room, tables were full of men and women drinking and feasting. Horns clashed together in an atmosphere of comradely friendship, beer sloshing onto the floorboards. Singing echoed across the smoky hall, skalds recounting tales of heroic deeds as drums beat in accompaniment.

Further in, the fire pit burned brightly, a hog roasting on the spit. Fatty drops hissed as they fell to the flames. Around the hearth several jarls warmed themselves in its glow, mead flowing freely as they laughed and joked with one another. Occasionally they would turn their gaze to the throne on its raised platform, where the Queen of Kattegat sat.

Flanked by two of her shield-maidens, Lagertha watched over the celebration with a vigilant eye. In her hand a barely touched cup of wine. With honey-coloured hair and warm porcelain skin, she was a woman of renowned beauty. Even as the wife of a lowly farmer, men had desired to share her bed. Their desires had only grown as her beauty became matched by her reputation, her skills as a warrior almost legendary. And now she was Queen.

Once the wife of the great Ragnar Lothbrok, the farmer who became one of the most famed of Viking warriors, she had borne him a son, Bjorn Ironside. A giant of a man, Bjorn was already a mighty warrior, and many flocked to his banner and joined his far-reaching raids. Returning to Norway, he enriched his mother's kingdom.

But tonight's feasting was in her honour alone. Surrounding kingdoms were envious of Kattegat's wealth, but hesitated to test their warriors against its strength. Each of the gathered jarls coveted her throne, but could not move against Lagertha for fear of reprisals from the others. Any attack would leave the newly won prize vulnerable to siege by one of the other jarls. Instead, they had decided that marrying Lagertha would gain them what they desired without wasteful bloodshed. She had but to choose.

A cunning stateswoman, Lagertha was well aware of her precarious position. Against any one of the other kingdoms, Kattegat would stand strong. But should any unite, her kingdom would be taken from her, their combined warriors able to fend off retaliation. No stranger to the schemes of men who desired her, the queen knew her only real hope was to marry one of the competing jarls and secure her own union. The golden bejewelled circlet she wore was a mighty weight to bear.

The celebrations had been called to buy time for Lagertha to make her choice. Sitting on her throne at the end of the Great Hall, she studied the jarls. All were powerful men, great warriors in their own right. Strong muscles bunched as they slapped each other, rich laughter roaring from them as they drank and ate...and ogled her.

A woman of nature, stunningly beautiful, Lagertha was no blushing virgin. She enjoyed sex and it would be a factor in her final decision as any man who married her would take to her bed.

And I will want my satisfaction just as they will demand theirs

, she thought.

As she sat on her throne, she felt the lingering looks of the gathered jarls, their eyes leering at her body, imagining what it looked like beneath her embroidered red gown. Through years of training and successful combat, the former shield-maiden was strong, her body lithe. Legs long and shapely, her hips a good size for fighting or fucking. Her breasts were big, firm and stood proud.

Every man gathered here, jarl and commoner alike would seek to take me right now

.

Thoughts of being taken, a man between her legs and thrusting deep, filled Lagertha's mind.

It's been too long since I last felt a man inside me

, she thought. Heat grew in her loins, her womanhood awakening to her fantasies. Under the gaze of the men, she felt moisture gathering, slicking the lips of her pussy. Inside her red gown her nipples hardened. With each breath her chest rose and fell, her hard nubs brushing against the cloth.

Meeting the hungry looks of the jarls, she seductively locked eyes with each one. In turn, their grinning faces and the twitches between their legs promised to give her what she needed. But unable to choose one, the queen's gaze quickly moved to the rest of the Great Hall. Movement in the back by the thick double doors caught her eye.

Two large dogs, Great Danes, were mating with no care for the rowdy revellers. Lagertha couldn't tear her eyes from the sight. Their animalistic mating excited her in its bestial rutting. With parted lips and blazing eyes, she watched as the male bred his bitch. Beneath her the heat grew in her crotch, nectar escaping her pussy to wet her inner thighs. Her nipples ached as her chest rose and fell.

A queen, jealous of a bitch in heat

, she thought, feeling her jealous need.

Suddenly Lagertha stood up from her throne. 'Excuse me my lords,' she said to the jarls. 'I require rest, but will return soon enough. Please, stay and enjoy the hospitality of my people.' Turning to her shield-maidens she said, 'Remain. Watch over them. I do not wish to be disturbed. And if they do get out of control...' her voice trailed off, fingers tapping the hilt the sword at her waist. With a smile, she walked to the back of the Great Hall and into her personal chambers.

Entering her chambers she was met by the sight of a man, average height, dark hair reaching to his broad-shoulders. Wearing a ragged brown tunic belted with rope, he was clearly a slave. In his hand was an iron poker which he was using to stir the coals blazing in a bronze dish. Turning, he saw the queen and bowed his head.

'My Queen, I was instructed to keep your chambers warm,' he said in a Germanic accent.

'Continue,' she said imperiously as she crossed to her fur-covered bed.

Sitting on the soft warm pelts, her mind continued to think of the two beasts mating. A frustrated fire burned within her loins, her needs rising, consuming her. Lagertha wanted sex. She wanted to be fucked, to have a man thrusting into her and bring her to climax.

But I can't take any of those jarls to my bed, can I

, she mused.

'My Queen, is there anything else you require?'

Lagertha looked across at the thrall. There had been an influx of slaves from Bjorn's raids and this German was one of them. Studying him closer, Lagertha saw he was attractive in a brutish manner, certainly no less than any Viking out in the Great Hall. He was a slave, and would do what she commanded. Fucking slaves was a common practice and none of the jarls could object to the queen seeking her own pleasure in such a way.

'Yes. You will help me undress,' Lagertha said, her tone commanding.

Keeping his eyes cast down, the slave shuffled over to the queen. Hesitating, he raised his eyes, his gaze roaming up the beautiful woman. He took in the sight of her hips snugly held by her red gown. Then he traced the curve of her torso up to her bust. Despite the danger it could place him in, the thrall looked at Lagertha's cleavage. Eyes widening, he drank in the sight like a man dying of thirst: twin half globes filled the neckline of the dress, threatening to spill out with each breath the queen took.

Even though the man was just a slave, Lagertha felt herself getting hotter. A pulse throbbed from the hard clitoris between her legs. More of her honey dribbled from her cunny lips. Arousal made her breaths come quicker, her tits jiggling now even as they threatened to escape their confinement.

'Well? Remove my cloak,' the queen said, her voice husky.

With shaking hands, the slave unpinned a golden broach securing a gold chain. His eyes remained glued to the swelling cleavage mere inches from his face. Smiling at the top of the man's head, the beautiful pale blonde knew where his eyes were focused. And she liked it.

Turning her back to the German, she let him remove the cloak from her shoulders which he draped on a nearby chair. Looking over her shoulder, beautiful face reflecting the shine from the intricate braid of her golden hair, she nodded her head, indicating for him to continue.

'Now my dress.'

Despite herself, Lagertha felt a surge of excitement as fingers fumbled with the cords holding the back of her gown together. Standing close behind her, she could feel the body heat of the slave. Smirk on her face, she slowly pushed her round bum back. A silent gasp escaped her lips when she felt the erection poking back.

Mm, that feels much bigger than expected

, she thought. Reaching behind, her hand felt for the excited cock. Finding the edge of the slave's short ragged tunic, she pushed under it. Fingers closing, she grasped the searing hot bar sticking up from the man's groin.

Oh yes, that will do nicely

, she thought, her eyes widening with delight.

'My...my Queen,' the slave stammered, frozen to the spot. He was terrified his mistress would be offended by his stiff prick, that it had touched her. But now she was touching it, her long fingers squeezing the shaft, hand slowly moving up and down.

'Continue, slave. Undress me.'

Taking a stuttering breath, the slave did as instructed. Fighting the urge to push into the hand stroking his cock, to press himself against the Queen's sexy behind, he finished untying the cords of her garment.

Hands shaking, he slid the gown from the Queen's shoulders letting it drop to the floor. Temptation to strong to overcome, he looked over her shoulder. His mouth fell open when her saw two large boobs, topped with pointing cherry-red nipples. As the beautiful blonde continued to stroke his manhood, he couldn't stop looking at her. Her breath was loud next to his ear, her chest heaving with each inhalation, boobs jiggling.

In her hand, the cock throbbed as the slave looked at her tits. Lagertha would be in her rights to have him killed for such insolence, but this was what she wanted, what her desires called for. She wanted a man, and although he was a slave, he was still a man.

This hard prick is proof of that

, she thought, giving the rod another squeeze.

'Pick it up,' the queen said, indicating her dress puddled around her feet as she let go of the hot prick.

Obeying, the slave knelt behind the ruler of Kattegat and waited for her to step out of the dress. However, she didn't move. Confused, he looked up. Queen Lagertha's sexy taught arse faced him. Mouth falling open again, he stared at the beautiful pale cheeks, shaped like an upside-down heart. Dividing them was a beautiful cleft, seeming to invite him to look closer, to draw nearer and explore it.

Lagertha could feel the heat of the slave's ragged breathes on the flesh of her naked bum. Standing there, she let him savour the view she offered.

I feel like that dog bitch: in heat, in need of fucking

, she thought. In confirmation, her pussy continued to drool, her nipples ached and her tits felt swollen. Moving towards her bed, she stepped out of her dress.

Spell broken as the queen moved away, the slave picked up the discarded gown. Standing he placed it on top of the fur cloak already on the chair. Turning back, a vision assailed his senses. Sticking out from under his tunic, the slave's cock throbbed, a pearl of white seed beading the end. It jumped with his racing pulse as he looked at the beautiful goddess that was the ruler of this domain.

In the middle of the large royal bed, surrounded by furs and pelts, Lagertha was on her hands and knees, naked. Looking over her slender shoulder, beautiful face framed by wisps of honey-coloured hair escaped from her intricate braiding. Flawless porcelain skin seemed to shine in the light of the bed chambers.

From her shoulders, her back narrowed, the groove along her spine leading the eye to her slender hips. Back arched, her round buttocks stood proud, firm and tight. With her knees apart, the crevice of her arse opened, again inviting exploration. Shapely legs supported her, their V leading up to her boiling, dripping womanhood. Beneath, her round boobs hung with no sag as her cherry nipples pointed down, stiff.

'Now, slave, come over here and mount me,' Lagertha commanded, voice husky, eyes shining.

Nervously, the thrall crossed to the bed, his eyes devouring the vision of the waiting goddess. But his desire overrode his common sense, his stiff prick leading him on. Standing by the bed, eyes wide with want, the German removed his brown tunic. Beneath, his body was hard from a life of farming, raiding and fighting. Scars marred his tanned flesh.

In heat on the bed, Lagertha watched the slave undress. Casually her gaze took in the condition of his body. However, her focus quickly returned to the rod standing proud, looking bloated and heavy. Turning her face away, she felt the man climbing onto the bed, standing over her. His rough-skinned knees brushed the smooth ivory flesh of her buttocks as he squatted. A gasp escaped her gaping mouth at the touch of his hard stiff cock, the throbbing head sliding down through the crevice of her warm arse.

Calloused hand clasping her hip, the thrall ran his manhood into her crotch. A moan emanated from the throat of the blonde queen as the slave entered her. Slick cunny lips eagerly greeted the invader, kissing the head before wrapping around it. There was no resistance as the needy pussy accepted the German's rod, wantonly sucking him in.

Another moan escaped Lagertha as she felt the slave sinking into her. Heat moved deeper as the thick cock pressed against her walls, pushing them back as it delved further. A second hand clasped her free hip before the man started to fuck her, sliding himself back and forth, sensations thrumming along her tunnel.

'Yes. Yes, that's what I need.' The words hissed from the queen as she luxuriated in the feeling of a girthy prick sliding in and out of her.

Above, the slave gasped at the grip of the hot wet walls surrounding him. With a slow and steady pace, he fucked Kattegat's ruler. It was a struggle: not having had a woman in so long he wanted to pound the cunt sucking at his stiff rod. He wanted to shove himself into the beautiful moaning blonde queen, over and over. Adjusting his stance, the thrall squatted lower before pressing forward, forcing his entire length into the haven between the woman's legs.

As the cock finally filled her, Lagertha screeched with pleasure.

It feels bigger within me

, she thought, squeezing down on it with her womanhood. A void started to form as the cock withdrew. Desperate for the wonderful sensation of being completely full, Lagertha pushed backwards, forcing the slave back into her depths.

'Now, slave, fuck me,' the queen commanded, her voice sharp.

Spurred on by the lust in the woman's voice, the crass words coming from the Royal, the thrall obeyed. With hard and fast strokes, he thrust in and out of the clasping hole. Nectar coated his cock, slicking the way for the vigorous fucking. Warrior spirit rising in his chest, the Germanic barbarian drove his aching club into the moaning goddess. Each stroke was matched by the queen as Lagertha drove her firm arse backwards. Her cheeks rippled with every impact, fleshy smacks sounding through the bed chambers.

As the two bodies rutted, the bed rocked, furs and pelts fell to the floorboards. The man grunted with his efforts. The queen panted and squealed with pleasure. Sweat glistened on their bodies, dripped from them.

Between Lagertha's legs, her cunt flooded with her rich cream as a sudden climax broke. Groaning, she rode through the waves of pleasure. Her butter coated the plunging prick as it churned within her, stirring her juices. Roughly it caressed her inner walls. Even as she came, Lagertha refused to stop moving, delighting in the continued sensations as they banged and rocked against each other.

'Mm, good, you're still stiff for me, slave. Very good,' the queen praised the thrall as he continued to slide in and out, met by her own movements. Wanting a change, the sexy shield-maiden said, 'Take it out and lay down.'

Once the command was obeyed, Lagertha stood over the German slave. Below her his cream-slicked phallus stood proud, pointing at her blonde-furred hole. Lowering herself, the famed warrior straddled the conquered slave. Hand holding the thick pulsing rod, she held it steady until her cunt lips caressed the head, kissing it.

With a squeal she dropped her body, feeling the man driven straight up into her. It smacked against her womb as her pussy lips kissed his body. Fully impaled, walls stretching in desperate accommodation, Lagertha sat on the slave. Breathes coming hard and shallow, she began rocking her hips, churning her cunt butter around the embedded shaft.

Laying there, taken into the steaming, squeezing cunt of the most beautiful, sexy woman he'd ever seen, the thrall was in heaven. If he were to be executed for what he was doing with the queen, he would go to the afterlife a happy man. He moaned as Lagertha rode up and down his prick, her tits bouncing as she squirmed and writhed. Excitement built and soon he felt a tightening in his balls. Jabbing upwards, he was intent on planting his seed.

Sensing the change in her slave, Lagertha reached down and slapped his face. Palm stinging from the strike, she glared imperiously at him.

'I will not carry and birth a slave's bastard,' she said. 'But I will accept your seed to honour the goddess Freyja.'

Lifting herself from the prick, she savoured the suction in her cunt. Remaining in a squat, the ruler hovered just above the bloated head smeared with her cream. Two fingers pushed into her dripping, drooling hole, the queen swirled them around, gathering her own juice.

Leaning back, she reached behind and pushed the wet fingers between her buttocks. Finding the hidden puckered hole, Lagertha pressed a finger against it. A hiss fled her mouth as she wormed the finger into her bum. Coated as it was in her slick honey, the probing finger easily penetrated the tight ring of muscle. After a few tingling thrusts, the second finger was pushed in. Lagertha shivered at the stretching sensation she gave herself. For a moment, she fucked her fingers in and out of her arse. Closed together, the two digits stroked through the tight portal, readying it for what was to come next.

Pulling her fingers from her winking back hole, they were quickly deposited into the slave's mouth. Grinning brightly, she felt the thrall sucking them, his tongue running all over. A smile creased his own face as he savoured the mixed flavour of pussy and arsehole.

Reaching down, the cock was once more grasped in a warm hand. Squatting lower, Lagertha pressed the slick head between her flawless cheeks. Aiming the phallus at the opening to her backside, she sat down on it. Hissing between her lips, she savoured the searing sensation as her sphincter was stretched, forced to accept the intruder.

Rising slightly before pushing down again, Lagertha took more cock. Something inside resisted for a moment before surrendering to the sodomy. Smoothly, she slid down the remaining shaft, her heart-shaped arse now eagerly accepting it.

For several minutes, the slave was ridden by the queen. Thick Germanic cock impaled the beautiful Norwegian arse. Lagertha bounced up and down, searing heat radiating from her stretched hole. Between her legs, fingers worked her hard clitoris, rubbing and pinching the sensitive bean.

With another screech, the regal warrior climaxed again. Body shuddering, her tits jiggled on her chest. Stuffed arsehole convulsing, she milked her slave. Under her fingers, her cunt spasmed and more of her rich nectar splattered from between the lips of her pussy.

Thrusting upwards, deep as he could into the writhing and wanton queen, the slave spent his seed, sending it flooding into the dark clutch of her beautiful behind. Eyes closed, groaning through a grimace of ecstasy, he loosed his issue, thick and hot. On top of him, the sexy blonde ground against his pelvis. Eventually she started to calm and remained seated, soaking up the remainder of his warm sperm.