*Yet another story I wrote for my lady a while back, this one is a little particular. You'll see what I mean. Do leave a comment or a favorite if you want to see more like this, and I do take requests (If I like the ideas) so feel free to contact me too. Enjoy*
P1
The northern winds blow across the snow covered hills just outside of town, the sun reflecting brightly off of the frozen surfaces. The air currents can barely reach between the huts and buildings of your raider settlement, but it still tickles your cheeks and slips through your clothes every so often. You shiver as it happens once more, and keep going about your business, hanging clothes to dry right outside your home, shovelling snow with a crude stone spade, skinning rabbits for the week. Usual necessary chores in this town.
With a population of a hundred or so, most of the men have left on an expedition to the shores of England and various other settlements they may find; leaving nothing but fifty or so women, most of them shield maidens, to protect your home. You are one of these shield maidens, having trained to fight since you were but a wee girl, you passed the trials with relative ease, and earned your shield.
You've lived your entire life in this settlement, your parents having died to cold and wolves at a time before you can even remember being alive. The community took care of you, teaching and educating you to be strong and resourceful.
It has been a week since the men left with their shields banging and war cries echoing off the mountainsides, and they're due back soon.
You hear a commotion all of a sudden, and women begin to run past you towards the docks.
If you want to follow them to the docks, go to P2
If you want to finish your chores, and wait for tonight to see if the men have come back, go to P3
P2
You drop what you're doing, and hike up your heavy cotton and wool dress to run faster. You run to the docks, where you see the massive Drakkars of your village docked or in the process of docking. You smile joyfully, always excited at the prospect of loot, curious to see what they brought back.
Soon though, you notice that the women are whispering and talking much more excitedly then usual.
"Man..." "Slave?... They don't usually..." "Saved..."
You frown in confusion, getting more and more curious as you hear snippets of conversation. You look back up at the biggest boat, chief Ulric's leading ship, and see your chief disembark slowly. He's wounded! His arm is in a sling, and he's being held up by... Who is that? There's a man you don't recognize. You can't really see him well through the crowd, and you're pushed back as both men split the crowd to enter the chief's home. You're more confused than ever, and slightly worried for your leader until you hear another woman reassure you. This woman is Slenna, an acquaintance of yours; not exactly a friend but not someone you dislike either.
"Don't worry about him. I know he's like a father to you but don't worry. He got hurt fighting a bunch of soldiers that were hiding from the raiding party, but he got help and managed to finish them off. Apparently that man with him is the one who saved him."
It's a lot to take in despite how little she's really said, but now you understand the situation a little better.
"There's going to be a feast to celebrate tonight. You coming? That man will be there."
If you decide to go to the feast, go to P4
If you decide you're too tired or don't feel like it, go to P3
P3
You don't feel like going, opting instead to finish your chores and get an early night's sleep. The next morning, you hear all about the party that followed the men's return, and of the newcomer to your village. The celebrations lasted all night, and by the end of it the new member had apparently gotten quite popular with the ladies. Many others ended up starting relationships with the returning young warriors, and you seem to have missed your chance at finding a husband yet again.
Your adoptive sister soon becomes the stranger, Fren's wife, and you spend the rest of your youth listening to him pound into her every night, multiple times each night. Sometimes you could hear them during the day as well. You hear her cry out in pain and pleasure each time, begging for more of his cock. You can't help but feel jealous that she got a man capable of bringing down such a strong shield maiden as her instantly, making her beg for his cock inside any hole he wished for.
You even hear stories from when they go out to raid together, about how they kiss and fuck among the burning ruins, use slaves to satisfy each other. They become known as Freyja's Messengers of Death by all the nearby settlements, and her orgasmic screams become a legendary omen of doom for anyone outside your village.
Meanwhile, you are still single, and don't allow any man to take you, feeling like any man less than equal to your sister's husband would never satisfy you.
The End
P4
As night falls, you clothe yourself in a pretty dress, made of leather and wool. It keeps you warm, but is also tight where it matters. It's a rather traditional dress in your village for women who are single, and you're very happy to see it fits you very nicely. You are also very satisfied with the way you've braided your hair, and you play with it happily for a few minutes.
You soon head out to the great hall, from which sounds of music, eating and cheerful talking can be heard. On the way in, you recognize one of the young single women hungrily kissing one of the bearded warriors that came back today. This could mean a marriage soon. You smile at the thought and at the girl as you enter the large building. It's warm in here, and you instantly feel at home, the familiar smells and sounds of partying, drinking ale, eating pork and fish all calm you down. You grew up to feasts like these, and even though you enjoy peace and quiet, this is a part of who you are. Fond memories of your childhood are mixed with the later memories of just how degraded and hot these celebrations can get once the children are in bed.
You look around, standing straight. You see a few tables of young men who set off with Jarl Ulfric to your left, and to your right stands the Jarl's table and best men. To the chieftain's right sits that man again! He seems to be enjoying himself, eating his fill and drinking curiously from his horn of ale. He seems to never have had something quite like this to drink.
If you want to try to finally find a husband, and join the young warriors in the hopes of a kiss or more, go to P6
If you want to go to your usual seat near the Jarl, and find out more about this man, go to P7
P6
You decide the stranger can wait, and focus on socializing with the broad chested young men sitting nearby. You've always had trouble engaging in conversation, but a few drinks help you loosen up. You and a few other women are surrounded by the lustful warriors. They're just as drunk as you are, and in this hot and primitive smelling hall, you begin to feel a buzz spread throughout your body, getting lower and lower. You're soon wet from this feeling, and you feel little grasps and large hands begin to touch you.
Your shoulders, your arms and thighs, rough, callused hands run along your skin, driving you ever deeper into lust. You barely register the other girls, who are in the same state as you, drunk and unbelievably wet as rough, manly hands run over their bodies. You can smell a faint musk emanate from the men, and notice their bulging pants. You can't let them stay like that, and your hands find their crotches, caressing and teasing them until they release their cocks from their britches.
You can't resist the smell anymore, and you plunge your head into the lap of the closest man, taking his cock between your lips, and sucking on him like a vacuum. He instantly cums, both from your skill and from being extremely backed up after weeks at sea. You don't miss a beat, swallowing it all and moving onto the next shaft.
A few minutes and half a dozen cocks later, not including the ones that came in your hands, you feel yourself lift off of the bench, and put on your back onto a man lying on the table. You can see all the cocks, dicks and shafts around you, none much bigger than the toy you play with from time to time. You're in what feels like heaven as you feel the man beneath you push his cock against your asshole, and stretch it until it pops and slides inside. You feel it throb inside you, warm and pulsing, before he grabs your hips and plunges as deep as he can into you.
A moan escapes your lips, and you feel like this is the height of pleasure as two more men shove their members into your mouth and cunt. You moan and mewl contentedly, feeling a warm, soft pleasure cover your body.
Many different men come and cum inside you, filling you with their thick Viking seed. You don't let any cum inside your pussy however, since a baby could only come from your husband, whoever he may turn out to be.
As the men use you and the other girls as cumbuckets, filling you continuously, a murmur sounds around you from onlookers, women and men alike. You lift your head slowly to see what all the fuss is about, and you see the newcomer, you hear his name is Fren, coming towards you. He's massive even compared to the Vikings, and he's slowly taking off his shirt, revealing a bruised, scarred, but powerful chest. He reaches your head, and stands there, his hips level with your face. He slowly reaches into his pants, and his cock comes into view, eliciting a gasp from the audience, as well as various mewling and moans at the sight of it. It's much bigger than any man so far, it stretches across your face, resting on it heavily as it throbs.
You gasp in surprise at this monstrous... dick? No... This is a real cock, thick, long, powerful. You open your mouth and lick it as the other two men inside you continue fucking your cunt and asshole. It's hot, even on your tongue, and salty. His musk emanates from his cockhead and his low hanging testicles, driving you even wilder. You can't resist this challenge, and you slowly but hungrily take him deep into your mouth. You feel a completely new sensation as his cock hits the back of your throat, and keeps pushing. The other women gasp, whilst the younger ones squeal in excitement at the sight. Anjel, the most attractive older shield maiden, calls out.
