Astrid: a Viing Story

"Take all of it," Leif moaned.

He loved when his wife, Inga, ravaged his prick like a starving wolf. She went all out, and full force in the dirtiest and sloppiest of dick sucking that Odin himself probably looked down on Leif with a jealousy that only a god could comprehend. He grabbed her one giant red haired braid and guided her mouth over his engorged shaft that was thicker than a blacksmith's hammer. Her mouth felt like warm nest coated in down feathers being one of the places his cock felt at home.

Inga took all of what he had to offer. No reflexes and no gagging just a smooth transition from mouth to throat. She cupped her teeth just enough to tease his massive man part with the perfect amount of bite. His wife's dick sucking was a master class of something that could never be taught. She did everything the way Leif liked it, and she learned it all on her own with Leif being her only partner ever. She traced her lips from tip to base as she played with his boulders of balls going from sloppy and unhinged to slow and steady. She knew every fiber of her husband. She knew every flex and twitch within him, he was getting to close to release, and she wasn't done. Not yet.

Leif had been the only man she has ever loved, and even after 25 years she loved him more today than she did yesterday. Over that time they've molded each other to reflect the wants of one another. He could please her like no other man could, and vice versa. Every technique and movement was catered to themselves by themselves. It may or may not have worked with anyone else, and they both could care less. Leif and Inga would never want to learn the ways of pleasing anyone else due to the fact that they loved and knew each other so well; there was and will never be anyone else in any loving moment besides their two hearts.

Inga continued and knew if she was going to skin a rabbit for tonight's meal and prepare it she had better get started soon. She took it all in. Starting with a gentle kiss at the tip of his massive beast of a cock, and her mouth widened as she slowly and seductively swallowed his member to its base maintaining eye contact with her man the whole time. Even with a mouth full, she seemed to smirk, as her hazel eyes let Leif know that his time was coming to an explosive finish.

Leif has thought to himself a lot in the moment as well as the past as to how this woman could know what to, and how to do it; to end him on a moment's notice with such ease. The belonging that they have for one another is unmatched, and he loves Inga for all she is. He would never be with another; He would never want to. Leif met her eyes as she went to his base of his manhood. Leif swallowed in anticipation of the challenge to come not knowing how long would he last, but was definitely up for it.

Inga felt Leif's massive hilt of a cock flex with excitement in her throat as she bobbed heavily base to tip in rapid succession. She knew he was fighting, and wanted to last longer, but she didn't time to play games anymore. Inga grabbed her shirt and ripped across her chest breaking the leather bindings and releasing her massive milky white breasts with it. She reached behind her head and unbraided her hair while maintaining the cadence of tip to testicles. Her vibrant red hair surrounded her breasts and tickled his prick. She seemed wild as she moaned vibrating his cock so fiercely that he felt it in his toes, which were starting to curl knowing the ending which was soon to follow.

Leif knew he didn't have much longer and even less time than that when she made his whole cock appear from her petite jaw forcefully placing it between her breasts. His cock was big, he knew it was, and she just made it damn near vanish between her warm, soft, perfect tits. The penetrating pink nipples pointed straight and hard to his soul it seemed; his eyes rolled back as she let the tip of his dick out the top of her breasts and bit it with an everlasting amount of pressure. The ideal amount of titty fucking and mouth was then put into effect, and Leif gave up his fight and let it happen.

Inga felt his body shake from his throbbing cock up to his head, and down to his toes. Wouldn't be long now before she received all of his built up tension and consumed it. She placed her hands on the sides of her breasts and pushed in applying force to his fleshy spear. Even through her massive tits, she could feel how hard her man was as her mouth received its succulent tip honing in on the dispensing of its yield. His knees buckled. The time was now. She grabbed his veiny rock hard pulsating cock and put her hands on it. Hand over hand from base to not quite the peak with the perfect amount of space for her mouth. She pumped on his shaft with her hands in a fluid motion quickly and with just the right amount of pressure; the rim of her mouth breathing heavy and hot as she teased the tip with her lips. Inga felt his beautiful cock spasm in her hands. She released her grip while she reached around him and grabbed his quaking ass cheeks pulling him into her. Her husband's cock hiding its entirety down her throat as she felt him escape with the most primal of Viking yells.

Leif looked down upon his wife who may have been Loki in disguise, "Just when I think I have you figured out woman, you go and do something like that."

"I must make supper my dear," Inga said, "I didn't have all day to play with that horse cock of yours."

Leif laughed as she stood in front of him; her head coming up to the middle of his chest as he kissed her on the forehead. He turned her around and started to re braid her long crimson hair knowing that he'd never love another.

Leif was a beast of a man with a bald head, and a greying goat tee that he's grown since he was a young man. He was tall and strong with scars from head to toe; scars that were a reminder of his earlier life. A warrior for a Jarl named Gudrun; Leif was the best fighter ever to grace Gudrun's army. His weapon of choice was a two handed heavy anvil hammer that he swung with ease as he sent many of men to Valhalla for their cause. Leif didn't fight to die for his cause, but he made many men die for theirs. Many common folk believed that Leif could stand toe to toe with Thor himself. The scars on his body reflected his choice to never wear any armor; all he wore were simple boots, and pants which helped him move with ease. His torso riddled with the failed strikes of his victims that Leif wore like a warning to all those who dare oppose him. The world didn't know him as Leif; enemies addressed him as "Gudrun's Hammer."

Leif was the main reason as to why Gudrun became one of the longest termed Jarls in the history of the area. However, Leif couldn't stay alongside Gudrun. As long as he was there at Gudrun's side, the people thought Leif was the rightful Jarl, and expected Leif to be that man. He loved Gudrun like a brother, but Leif was a just a fighting warrior and didn't want that kind of responsibility. Death and war he knew, but governing was not a trait he was accustomed to. With the love of his woman he left the village leaving Gudrun and his brother Nel behind.

Time went by as Leif and Inga loved their secluded life in the highlands. As much as he wanted to, Leif would never go back to the village because of the constant reminder that the villagers wanted him to be Jarl. Out of sight out of mind was Leif and Inga's belief, and they wouldn't want it any other way. At the end of every winter and summer season they would expect a visit from Nel's family with fresh crops. Nel was married to a wonderful woman named Esther with their two children Astrid and Sven. Inga had always wanted children, but the god Freyja thought it was best not to be. Inga believed that Freyja granted her so much beauty and love in her life that a there was no room for a child. Nevertheless, Leif and Inga looked forward to the end of the two seasons to see their family and loved Astrid and Sven as if they were their own.

No two brothers could ever be more opposite. Leif was a giant of a Viking often mistaken by children as a god, and Nel was of a small frame, but their mother claimed till the day she lay dead in her bed that she never strayed from their father. All of the warrior traits and perfections that Leif practiced and knew about battle, Nel carried the same. However, it wasn't an education for war tactics, but of farming and the ways of the land. Just as good as Leif was with his hammer, Nel was at tilling the land and providing crop for a budding and rising village. Leif could never know the ways that his brother perfected his craft, and Nel could never use Leif's hammer much less pick it up. Before Leif departed for the highlands he gave Nel a sword that he had taken from the previous tyrant of a Jarl before replacing that throne with Gudrun. Last he remembered, Nel, said he put it in the stable and there it has sat since; that was years ago.

Leif and Inga sat at their table eating the rabbit that Inga was in such a rush to prepare when a giant black head attached to the biggest horse they've ever seen pushed the window shudders open and went mouth first into Leif's mead pitcher startling Inga to a terrified gasp; Leif didn't even jump. He knew this horse. He retrieved him on his last raid for Gudrun before he left with Inga. In an unforeseen turn of events, Magnus was gifted to his brother for outstanding crop production. Leif always believed, and even knew, that Magnus was given to Nel because Gudrun cared and was going to never forget Leif while he was gone. So every time Nel would visit with Esther and the children, he would see Magnus and know that Gudrun loved Leif like a brother.

"Magnus, what in Loki's name are you doing here?" Leif screamed, half amused and half pissed that his mead was gone so quick.

It was mid spring. Leif and Inga wouldn't be expecting them until the end of next season. Leif made his way out to see what was going on expecting to see his family.

There was no family...

All that stood in front Leif was Magnus with a blanket on his massive back. Something was wrong with the way Magnus looked at Leif, and he studied Magnus more to realize that there was something under the saddle blanket. He lifted it up surprised by what lay underneath. It was his beloved nephew.

"Sven?" Leif questioned, "What are you doing here child? The spring is half over, where is your family?"

Sven's eyes swelled with tears, the day's journey from the village was hard on his young frame, and he had time to think about what had happened early that morning. He looked upon his uncle and aunt thankful they were there, but the tears flowed freely as he realized that his sister Astrid just saved his life.

Sven composed himself and with a deep breath and cried, "Something horrible is happening."

Inga feared the worst as she looked at her shirtless husband and all the old scars from another lifetime knowing that they were not the last.