Viking Erotica Novels & Stories

“You’re right where I want you, now let me plunder your treasures.” She giggled and squirmed beneath me, and Amarok immediately tried to push forward as my blood began to heat with desire. “You’re meant to be a viking, not a pirate,” she critiqued. Instead of arguing, I kissed her - and didn’t stop until the only word she could form with those beautiful lips was my name as she screamed it, her whole body trembling as she found her release. I thrust into her one last time as my own release claimed me and I spilled myself into her throbbing core.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

The orgasm crashed through me, vision blurring with city lights. Viktor didn’t slow. He pinned me tighter to the glass, hips snapping with military precision. “Take every drop,” he rasped, voice rough with obsession. “Gonna breed you deep, princess. No one will ever touch what’s mine.” His cock swelled inside me, pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded my womb. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper, breeding me thoroughly while distant horns and city noise drifted up from far below. I trembled in his arms, aftershocks rippling as he finally stilled, still buried to the hilt. His hand slowly left my mouth.

The heat seeps through my thin shirt as he pins me there with his body, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Get off me,” I snap, shoving at his chest. He doesn’t budge. Instead he leans in, lips brushing my ear. “You smell like him. Like sex and gun oil. Did he fuck you after the torture room? Did you come while my man was still screaming?” Disgust rolls through me. I turn my face away. “Unlike you, Dante doesn’t need to kidnap women to get laid.” Viktor chuckles, pressing his hips forward so I feel how hard he is. “Maybe I just like the ones who fight back. Makes it sweeter when they finally beg.”

I moaned, my body writhing beneath him as he fucked my cleavage with aggressive, desperate thrusts. I could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, the rough stubble of his chin as he leaned down to capture my lips in a tough kiss. "Damien," I screamed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. "Oh god, yes. Fuck my tits harder."

The four men stood over us, stroking their cocks already getting hard again. Patricia kissed me deep, tasting all the cum still on my 👅. We swapped it back and forth, sloppy and nasty, strings of spit and semen making it slipperier. “Fuck, look at these two nasty bitches,” Derek laughed. He was older, heavier, with a thick cock that curved upward. Victor grabbed Patricia by the hair and shoved her face down next to mine. “Clean her up.”

“This is wrong. Our wives…” Derek’s own cock was pressed hard against Mike’s thigh now, grinding slowly. “I know it’s wrong. I’m not gay. You’re not gay. But goddamn your ass feels good in my hand.” The denial fueled the heat. Both men breathing heavy, fighting it even as their bodies gave in. Derek poured more baby oil, letting it drip down Mike’s crack, making everything wet and glistening. His finger pushed inside slowly, just the tip, stretching that virgin-tight hole.

Her nipples hardened instantly from the contrast between the night air and the cold surface. He positioned himself behind her, his broad chest close to her back. His powerful hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her firm, tanned skin. Lena’s swimsuit bottoms were still pushed aside, her pussy exposed and slick from earlier. Victor rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness. Then he pushed forward in one slow, stretching thrust.

She’s slipping away—everything feels like it’s underwater, like a dream she can’t wake from. She cries out again, desperate, high-pitched. Endless waves of orgasm ripple through her trembling form, one crashing over the next, relentless, overwhelming. Her limbs flail, her body convulses beneath him, but still he doesn’t stop. Still he pounds. Still he slams. He whispers dirty words against her flushed skin, each syllable igniting her nerve endings like sparks. “Oh, you wanna act like a little slut?” he snarls against her neck, voice dripping with dark amusement. “Then I’ll make it real easy for you, baby.”

“And this ass… made for Viking hands and cocks. You’ll warm our furs through the longest winters and bear us many strong sons to carry on our name.” Erik, the youngest with his wild, untamed energy, nuzzled between my heavy breasts, his tongue swirling around one nipple before sucking it deep into his hot mouth. His hand slid down to my slick, cum-filled pussy, fingers stroking my swollen clit with teasing precision. The fresh wave of arousal had me moaning loudly and grinding my hips against them instinctively, my body already craving more despite the exhaustion.