Amoroso Vikings: Part 1
When I met Jarl Horik, I knew I was in for a wild ride. I knew I was his ticket to greatness, the instrument he needed to forge powerful alliances and leave a lasting legacy. After enjoying my charms for the first time, I knew I would be handsomely rewarded for all I had given up. I gave myself to him, offering my unwavering devotion and loyalty in exchange for a life full of wealth, pleasure, and security. That night, he claimed every inch of my body, learning every curve, every freckle, and every crease. He learned how to command me, how to satisfy me, how to make me sing with pleasure. He learned how to use me, but then he'd fill my cup so that I'd never be empty or yearning.
Horik was a fearsome warrior, standing tall with powerful muscles and a full head of light brown hair that spilled around his strong features. His skin glowed with warmth, a stark contrast to my pale hue. I was small-framed and lean, but he made sure I never went hungry, filling me out with enough food to ensure my curves. He admired me for my beauty, admiring my female form, calling me a goddess with breasts, hips, and thighs that were the envy of real men.
In his presence, I was always naked, no matter the company. On occasion, I would wear a fur cape, but beneath it, I opened myself to the world. My skin's bareness symbolized his dominance, his control, and his status. I had often felt attractive, but it wasn't until I bared myself before everyone that I truly understood my allure. I was worshipped, feared, desired, and loved. The village folk brought me gifts and offerings. They considered me a deity in disguise.
It was the night of the weekly feast, where the men of the village gathered in our grand hall to settle disputes, ask for assistance, or merely to gaze upon my beauty. On this particular occasion, it seemed there were no disagreements nor requests. They had simply come for a feast and to see me. No one was allowed to touch me without his permission, but staring at me seemed to be enough for them.
"Is there nothing to discuss?" Horik questioned with surprise.
He stood behind me as I sat in my seat in the center of the table, observing the quiet men.
"Well, then let's feast!" he declared, raising his cup in a toast.
Cheers went up as everyone raised their goblets.
"Jarl, may we not need you for anything today?" the thousand men in the room chanted.
"Glory to Jarl, skol!" they roared in unison.
Horik grasped my throat, tilting my head back, and poured his wine onto my chin as I leaned back, my mouth gaping open. The wine fell from my mouth to his hand, and rolled down my breasts, drenching his palm. I was on full display, and so was Horik's immense power.
Once released from his grip, he let out a slow, low moan while continuing to eat, taking in my nectar with vigor. The men's eyes bore into me, drinking up every move.
Horik began to tease me, sliding the now bare chicken bone up my belly until it brushed against my sensitized nipples. As the men admired my exposed flesh, Horik continued to eat, leaving him with a half-eaten chicken leg. Using my own enticing caresses, I pulled the gravy-covered sausage off the bone. Staring into the eyes of the men waiting, I put it in my mouth, making sure they all got a good view. I then smiled and licked the gravy off before taking a bite.
Afterwards, Horik tugged at my hair, pulling me back from the table, so that I was on his crotch, facing the men. With my hips bouncing up and down, Horik's impressive erection rubbing against my ass, the chorus of approvals and excitement from the men could be heard around the hall.
Yet, just as they were beginning to enjoy the true show, Horik took the bone and slipped it between my thighs. I took my weight on my feet and shimmied down a bit, thrusting my hips back and forth on the cold, huge rod. The men couldn't take their eyes off the spectacle.
Horik withdrew his hand from between my legs and took hold of my hip, connecting his rhythm with mine. The men roared on, goblets in hand, cheering Horik on as my breasts swayed and bounced.
Horik refused to penetrate me in front of his subjects, reserving that sacred connection for a more intimate moment between the two of us. Instead, he reached for the copper rod, and with everyone watching, he slid it between my spread legs.
All of a sudden, I'm shoved onto a table, my knees bent, and my bottom facing upward. A cold liquid pours onto my backside, trickling between my folds and down my crack. My breath hitches as Horik's face burrows into my cunt, indulging in the feast. He savors my taste, combining the wine and my juices, his tongue working furiously. I cry out, louder than before.
I'm pulled off the table and made to stand, my legs trembling with every step. Horik positions me over one side of the table, my wet pussy exposed for all to witness. I gaze up at him, noticing the shine on his face from my juices and the wine. He sports a satisfied expression, and I sense he's proud. This is a new game, and it gets me going.
"Stay like this and touch yourself," he whispers, swatting my ass before returning to his chair.
My hand slides between my legs, fondling my throbbing slit. I watch Horik as he walks around and moves the chair, positioning it beside mine. He gestures for me to kneel on it, my pussy still in clear view.
"Tonight, one of you will have the honor of tasting me. To experience the richness that Jarl Horik possesses. To realize how much you lack while your Jarl has plenty at all times."
My eyes are drawn to the hall, unable to distinguish any faces in the uncontrollable commotion. One man is chosen, but I can't see him. The men yell at him to continue. A tongue touches my wetness gently, trying to drink up every last drop. It's too much for me, and I moan loudly. Then, abruptly, his mouth ceases.
Horik stands up and addresses the men. It must be a lecture, as I'm not listening. My focus is solely on how he fondles my bottom, gentling me with his rough hands. He speaks about meaningless things while my body begs for release. Eventually, he presses a kiss onto my ass.
"There's my woman," he growls. "So patient."
Moaning softly, Horik inserts a finger into my twitching hole. I gasp as he inserts another. His fingers are enormous, leaving me writhing in discomfort. Finally, he reaches for the rod at the foot of the table. After I wet it, he slowly guides it between my moist folds.
This metal intruder is thicker and longer than him, stretching me out mercilessly. He commands, "Open your mouth."
I do just that, anticipating the entrance of his impressive member. It sinks slowly into me, stretching me. He fist-fucks me in arrangements unknown to me until the table is empty. His thrusts leave me gasping and whimpering in pleasure.
I'm on my back on the table, my legs hovering in the air. Horik pounds me with unrelenting vigor. I'm moaning and arching my back as he breaks out of rhythm, almost giving in to my climax.
He positions me on my knees, my face against the floor, thighs against the table. Suddenly, I feel the rod inside of me. Each thrust leaves me crying out, yearning for release.
When I'm on the verge, eager to unleash what I'm holding back, he yanks it out and inserts his mouth onto my needy hole. Horik caresses my ass, urging me closer to my orgasm. Once I'm cumming, he clamps his mouth onto my folds, swallowing up my release, claiming my climax for himself.
"The feast is over!" he proclaims, shooing everyone out.
I'm lifted and carted to our bedroom. He lays me on the bed, embracing me protectively.
"My sweet Lilith," he murmurs, whispering my real name. My body's been chased up and down by that rod, and he delivers me to a safe haven.
He examined my wine-stained body and fetched a cloth and a bowl of water. Gently, he cleaned me, running the cloth over my face, my neck, my bosom, my tummy, and between my legs.
He lifted my legs up to my chest to facilitate easier access to my vagina as he commenced massaging it with the cloth. I moaned at the sensation, my pussy inflamed and sensitive. The more he cleaned it, the wetter I became. He grinned at me.
"Don't fret, I'll take care of you as usual," he vowed.
He kissed and nibbled the backs of my thighs before letting me go and beginning to take off his attire. I aided him in removing his clothing eagerly. I yanked off his pants, and his erect penis sprang forth. I wrapped my mouth around it and started moving my head, attempting to take as much of it as feasible. He did not allow me to continue for long.
"Let me kiss you," he instructed, raising me up and leaning down to my face.
He kissed me softly and deeply, and I straddled his thighs. He trailed kisses down my neck and whispered my name repeatedly. He caressed my breasts, teasing the stiff peaks. He bit down on one of them. I cried out and my pussy became yet wetter, dripping over his erect penis as I ground myself against him.
Sometimes, I desired him to flaunt his large, veiny penis before everyone. It would undoubtedly bring him more admiration. However, I also treasured the fact that he reserved it only for me.
He returned to leaning on me and planting slow, gentle kisses on my neck while whispering my name. His hand drifted down to my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples. He latched on to one and dragged his tongue over it. I gasped and fondled his hair. My pussy was dripping wet from the stimulation. He moved on to the other breast and grew more forceful.
I could not delay any more, wanted him inside of me. I reached down and placed the head of his shaft at my opening, lowering myself around him. He grunted and bit down on my nipple harshly. I yelped and my pussy pulsed as I tried to fit him entirely inside of me.
He knew I appreciated being in command sometimes. Yet, he also recognized when to relinquish control.
Unwilling to utilize my body weight to push myself down any further, I grew agitated. He remained still, watching me struggle to take him in. Only five inches of him were inside me now, and I yearned for the remaining three. I bobbed and gyrated my hips but could not penetrate him further.
Suddenly, tired of my twisting and turning, he clamped his hand around my hips and stopped me. I felt him expand me and I exclaimed in delight.
"Are you content now?" he questioned triumphantly.
I nodded and purred into his neck, resuming to move my hips in a circle, feeling his entirety inside me. My orgasm was beginning to rear its head. My juices covered his lap after riding him for a few minutes, and I was breathing heavily and sweating.
Then, he grabbed my arms and halted my moves, his muscles too powerful for my slender form. He raised me off of him and I whined at the emptiness within my vagina, after all my efforts.
Horik made me lie on my back and grasped my ankles with one hand, pulling them up to my head, folding me in half. I felt my vagina tighten in this position, and waited. He first lowered his head to lick my vagina and then he rubbed his fingers, observing my swollen lips mold around his touch. He stood up as he rubbed my clit, aligning his penis with my opening. He thrust into me and groaned. I let out a little squeal.
"My little mouse, you're always so restricted for me," he credited me. "Inform me what you want."
"I yearn to come all over your penis, as many times as you can make me," I challenged him with a grin.
Horik agreed, pushed my ankles apart, and shifted to penetrate me downward. I sensed him ramming into the end of my canal and I cried out with each thrust. I attempted to resist his invasive action but my first ecstasy arrived swiftly and I convulsed around him. I blushed, feeling defeated. He chuckled.
"One."
Then, he turned me over onto my stomach, pinning me flat on the bed. I lifted my butt a little for him and craned my head around to view him mounting me. I bit my lip as he began to screw me gradually, taking his time to detangle my hair and exert a slight tug. He abruptly switched to a furious tempo. I bit the blankets between my teeth, muffling my shrieks...
"Two," he murmured in my ear.
Oh, I mewled as he hoisted my rump to position me on my knees, realising my predicament. I'd be struggling to get out of bed tomorrow. His swipes were long and leisurely, now grasping my pelvis to rock us back and forth. My head remained laid on the bed and my eyes closed, engrossed in the movement. I purred happily and then, abruptly, he yanked my arm, hauling me upright with him sitting down. He thrust his hips from under me now. I purred and arched my back, my hair brushing against his torso. He manoeuvred one hand around and massaged my clitoris with fervour until I lurched forward, nearly tiptoeing over his groin. He made sure to hold me firm so as to experience me climax.
"Three," he gasped.
"Tuckered out?" I smirked rowdily, wiggling my derrière with his prick still inside me.
I snatched his balls, hoping to hasten his climax but he exhibited unparalleled endurance. He growled and tolerated my massage for a moment, before systematically lying down and having me straddle him. I assumed an astride position on his knob and he hoisted the remaining portion of his prick, recommencing to thrust upwards. I gyrated on top of him eagerly, running my palms along my body, showcasing my endurance as well. His palms encircled my breasts and I bent just a bit, squeezing my cleavage together with my arms. He latched his mouth onto one nipple and sucked until it stiffened, rolling it between his teeth and tampering the other between his rugged fingers. He had made me climax before by merely touching my breasts. I moaned and viewed him twist, lick, and tap my breasts without intermission for several minutes. Then I shut my eyes tightly and he pinched both boobs arduously while I came.
"Four," he smirked victoriously and I collapsed upon his torso.
Horik glided his hands up and down my spine, allowing me to rest. I could feel his still elongated prick in me and I looked at him, perplexed. He stroked my tresses and smiled. Mankind erred... it was not me who was the deity, it was he. That was the only solution. So how could I persuade this deity to climax?
"Mmm, Horik," I intoned his name dreamily, crouching raunchily. "I'm prepared to take in your seed. I long to feel you infusing me deep within."
He gazed at me, amused. I commenced humping furiously on his prick.
"Please, I beg of you. My pussy is so tender," I pouted.
"Let me view your tender pussy," he instructed, gesturing for me to invert.
I cast off his lap and contorted over his limbs so he could behold my reddened lips and stretched, distended orifice.
"Marvel at you, you've ingested so much in your petite snatch, Lilith," he mused. He brandished his member and brushed the tip against me. "But despite all of that, you're soaked and craving more from me..."
"I'm so content to gratify you. You make me so content," I signed. "I adore you, I need you."
"Show me," he instructed.
I slid down just on his tip, allowing him to observe him penetrating me repeatedly. He moaned. I growled. I slid lower. He moaned louder.
"I adore you," I asserted a second time.
After a minute he sat up, nudging me upward too, my back still facing him. Our lovemaking had become tender now as he pampered my insides with his hands and I assumed control of the pace. He fondled my hair and kissed my neck as I met his face with mine.
"I adore you, Lilith," he murmured softly.
"Climax for me," I pleaded.
He scampered to his knees and I fell forward on my elbows. He maintained a slow tempo despite this while holding my waist.
"You're mine," he whispered.
"I'm yours, forever..." I arched my back further.
"Oh god, you're too divine for me," he chucked.
His tempo accelerated and I couldn't help but feel another climax approaching. I moaned heartily.
"Come for me," he implored. "One more, my love."
I climaxed effusively, my legs convulsing and exhaustion rampant. He sensed it.
"Lilith, come for me," he exhorted. "One more, my beloved."
I climaxed raucously, my hips contracting vigorously and his dick jerking within me. Filling me with his salty semen, I gasped.
"Mmm, indeed!" I exclaimed.
Horik flopped back onto the bed, his limbs spread out. A youthful grin spread across his face as he recovered.
I sighed and sprawled beside him, running my digits through his chest. He encircled me in an embrace and lavished me with a voracious kiss.
"I'll give you offspring with considerable force," I disclosed. "You can impregnate me as often as you'd like."
"Not too frequently," he stated, stroking my visage. "I'll still require you for myself."
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