Romans & histoires Viking Erotica

Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.

I was already very wet, and it was all because of Jeremy. Now that I was alone in the room, I didn't try fighting the thoughts of him. What was the harm? No one would know. I trailed the vibrator down to my pussy, and slowly rolled it against my clit over and over. I was tightening up, about to come. I let out a strangled moan as I imagined it was Jeremy holding the vibrator, and that he had done a lot more than lightly touch my breast. I imagined him playing with my nipples, bending me over and spanking me.

Sweat slicked their skin, the room thick with the scent of sex and ink. Nia bounced faster, tits jiggling, ass cheeks flexing as she impaled herself repeatedly. Vardo's free hand roamed her back, dipping to spread her cheeks, a finger circling her tight asshole, pressing just inside. The dual sensation shattered her—pussy flooding his dick, asshole clenching around the intrusion. 'Come for me,' he ordered, thumb now flicking her clit relentlessly. She shattered, orgasm ripping through her, walls milking his shaft in rhythmic pulses, juices squirting down his balls.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

Bjorn knelt beside us, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples until I moaned loudly around Ragnar’s thick length. They moved with the coordinated precision of warriors who had fought and shared many battles, rotating positions with seemingly endless stamina. Thorsten took me hard from behind while I rode Ragnar’s face, his skilled tongue driving me wild. Bjorn filled my mouth, his groans of pleasure vibrating through me. The ecstasy built like a winter storm, crashing over me in wave after wave as they filled me with their hot seed, marking me as theirs in the very heart of their hall. My cries echoed off the wooden beams, mixing with the crackle of the fir

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and so turned on I could barely breathe. Vincent stared for a long moment, like he couldn’t believe it. Then his fingers found me. He stroked my slick folds gently at first, spreading my wetness up to my clit. I cried out when he circled it. Two fingers rubbed me in steady, perfect strokes while his other hand played with my nipple. “You’re so wet, Emma,” he whispered against my neck. He kissed and licked the skin there while his fingers worked faster. I rode his hand, hips rolling, chasing the pleasure. My tits bounced with every movement. I didn’t care how I looked anymore. I just needed to cum.

It was a vision of the gods. With a delicacy that I knew was a torture for him, I grabbed his thick and pink cock with both hands, bluntly, without shame, full of greed and desire. My sounds opened and an intelligible sound sounded. It should be some outcry from that burning party that wanted him entirely inside me. Some call of that beast hidden under my skin as a sensible and calm woman. All that savagery that only freed itself between four walls. That only freed itself for Dennis.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it, teasing it with my teeth. She moaned. I looked up at her, her eyes filled with desire. "Spread your legs, Vicky," I said, my voice filled with command. "I want to see your pussy." She did as I said, spreading her legs wide, giving me a clear view of her wet pussy. I leaned down, inhaling her scent, before licking her from bottom to top. She moaned, her hips moved up the seat.

She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a long broken sound leaving her throat as she pulsed around my fingers. I crawled back up and we kissed again, slower this time, bodies still humming. We lay tangled for a while, trading soft touches, learning the maps of each other’s skin. Eventually desire rose again. She reached into the nightstand and brought out a slim, curved vibrator. She switched it on to a low hum and pressed it between us so that it rested against both of us when our hips met. We moved together, grinding, the vibration traveling through slick flesh. I kissed her deeply while we rocked. The dual pressure and the steady buzz pushed me toward another climax faster than I e

Ilya ends up on top of the younger me, holding my hands above my head and when I open my eyes while laughing, our smiles fall away. The Mate Bond Sighting clicks; I can literally see the link forming between the two of them from here. Ilya crawls away from me, but we don’t break eye contact; his spicy scent I was so familiar with, now felt like an aphrodisiac luring me in. We get to our feet and try to step back from each other, but we take a step closer. “Ilya…?” younger Viktor asks with confusion and desire in his silver eyes. “Are you feeling this?”