Viking Fantasy Novels & Stories

Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village.

“That depends on which realm you’d like to discuss.” Jessica shook her head. “Vanaheim.” “Before or after Ragnarök?” “I get it, you’re a nerd.” Malachi smiled and saw the ends of her mouth turn up into a small smile. “Vanaheim was the home of the Vanir gods, Njord, Freya and Freyr. It’s the realm of magic, predictions, prophecies, and sorcery. It’s where most witches choose to go after they die.” “Good to know you’re not just a pretty face, Malachi.”

“And I know that you have another name, but frankly, I think ‘Viking’ suits you better than whatever name you were born with.” “Why is that?” “Because I want you to fuck me like a savage… hard and deep.” HIs breath caught at her words, at the image that they conjured up. “You mean that?” “Oh yes. Yes, I mean that.” She leaned back all the way, riding his cock without mercy, her rippling pussy driving him insane. “Fuck me, Viking. Now.”

“It’s the Vikings who do this!” He yelled in happiness, “Oh! You watched it! You watched it!” “Of course! Baby, what you think!” I yelled two and shake his hands. -He was talking about a great anime about dragons and Vikings called *How to ride your Dragon* in that’s anime the Vikings when they do a deal they spit in their hands before they shake hands. After we laughed for a little while and talk about that anime, I said, “I ask you again, does your mom know you are here?”