Viking Erotica Novels & Stories

That fiery aggression in such a small frame—it was a huge turn-on. Now, alone in his office, he groaned, cupping himself. He wanted her again. He wanted that warmth, that tightness. “Fuck…” he muttered, closing his eyes. He unzipped his pants and began stroking himself, lost in the avalanche of memories from last night. His hand moved faster, rougher, chasing release with Kate’s face—her body—burned into his mind.

The sensation made Viktor snarl, his pace turning even more savage as he drove deeper into the redhead. He bent the dark-haired woman over and also f**ked her deep and hard while the redhead knelt in front of her on the ledge, spreading the dark-haired woman’s thighs wider and licking greedily at her cl*t, her tongue flicking fast while Viktor’s c**k stretched her p***y. The dark-haired woman’s moans turned into desperate sobs of pleasure, her walls fluttering around him as the redhead sucked and licked wherever Viktor commanded. Harder,” Viktor growled, one hand fisting the dark-haired woman’s hair while the other slapped the redhead’s ass. “Make her cum on my cock.”

The faint metallic tang of the cold night air mixed with the growing musk of arousal. Ingrid Larsen, a 26-year-old Norwegian shipping heiress with snow-pale skin and platinum blonde hair, stood completely naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass. Her full breasts rose and fell with quick, excited breaths, her stiff pink nipples aching in the cool draft. A trickle of wetness already ran down the inside of her thigh. The door opened behind her. Erik stepped in — a 6’11” Black Norwegian mountain guide with a body carved from pure power. His dark skin glowed in the firelight as he approached, radiating heat like a furnace.

“And I just did. You’re mine now, Lila. The sooner you accept that, the better.” His words should have scared me. Instead, they sent a dark thrill through my body. Viktor kissed me deeply, then moved lower, spreading my legs again. He ate my pussy slowly this time, savoring the taste of our combined releases. He brought me to another orgasm with his tongue and fingers before climbing back up and sliding his cock back inside me. We fucked slowly this time, deep, intimate strokes while he looked into my eyes. It felt different from the raw, rough sex earlier. More dangerous. More real.

I walk over to his desk, pushing the laptop back and taking its place on the desk, my legs spread wide apart. "Press my buttons instead, professor Ivan." I whisper, letting out a moan as my hand grips my right boob, squeezing hard. "You're asking for trouble, don't run when this darkness consumes you. You're giving yourself to me, but I hope you understand that I might never let go." He grunts and I nod. "Just take me, please." He gets up faster than I an blink and crashes his lips on mine, his hands getting rid of his pants.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

My voice shook with emotions, and cracked at times as I fought against the tears. “You are my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. I love you more than words can say, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to always be there for you, to love you unconditionally, and to always put you first. You are my everything, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you always and forever, my viking.”

The sparks trailed down my legs, adding to the wetness between my thighs. Viktor’s hands parted my legs roughly, his eyes devouring every inch of me. I could feel my stomach tighten as his face moved closer to my most sensitive area. My head hit the pillow in bliss as Viktor’s mouth met my pussy, his tongue snaking in to lap at my clit. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me against his face forcefully. He held my pussy to his face, devouring me with his tongue. Just as I neared the edge, Viktor pulled his face away from me reluctantly.

The wet, obscene squelching sounds made Lila’s face burn with shame. “Fuck… you’re still so tight even after I stretched this cunt open,” he growled. “Perfect breeding hole.” He finger-fucked her roughly for a minute, then pulled his fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. “Taste how much you loved getting used.” Lila sucked his fingers clean, tasting their mixed juices, moaning despite herself. Her clit was aching. Viktor positioned himself behind her again. His cock was already rock hard again, even thicker than before. He rubbed the fat head up and down her slit, coating it in cum, then slammed back inside her in one savage thrust.

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories