Viking Sex Novels & Stories

Every warm, deep tug sends ripples of intense pleasure skittering down to my clit. "Not exactly a turn-on," I pant. "Talking—fantasizing—about some other woman...while you're... you're..." Viktor switches breasts; his hand delves two fingers inside my wet slit. And yet I still find myself feebly trying to push at his shoulders. We need to talk about this... We need to... unh, fuck... He captures my wrists in his one hand and cages them to the shower wall above my head. With a mournful sigh, he lets my nipple fall from his mouth and rises up to press his forehead against mine. He sighs in a way that makes me pause.

"Oh trust me, you'll never tire of sex with me. I'll make sure of it." "I don't doubt it." He pulled my skirt off along with my underwear, surprising me with the gentle way he did it, even though he'd just torn my shirt open. He then shed his own clothes so fast I wondered if maybe he had some sort of inhuman speed. I let my hands run the length of his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. He really is a modern-day Viking.

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.

As Sania gulped his sperms down her throat as went on to rub his mushroom cock head over her swore nipples. Vikas felt proud of his art as he smiled. He loved how she is looking right now as Sunray fell on their body she is stinking with his sperms over her boobs. He can see numerous hickies that he had given her last. He loves the fact that how he marked her with his lust. Her whole body must be paining like hell after all she had her first and that too with someone like him, who is a beast when it comes to sex. Her pain didn't matter to him as he had already started to think about tonight's sex adventure. He thought of fucking her in every corner of this house.

His hands move down and he pulls the towel off me, tossing it aside. I let out a heavy breath when he began to trail kisses on my chest, on the moles on my chest precisely, then his hot kisses move to the side of my neck. He continues kissing me for a while before he slowly pulls back. “Have you ever sucked a man’s dick before?” No. I shake my head and something flashes in Viktor's eyes. “What about riding him?” I shake my head as well. “Was yesterday the first time you got fingered?” There's surprise in Viktor’s eyes this time as I nod. “Has a man ever gone down on you?” Confusion appears in my eyes and Viktor rephrases his question.

He stroked it once, spreading my wetness on it, then lined up with my dripping entrance. “Beg for it, Mia. Tell your husband how bad you need this cock splitting your tight cunt open.” My hips lifted as much as the restraints let me, my whole body trembling with need. “Please, husband. Fuck me hard. I need your big cock inside me right now. Stretch me, ruin me, make me shake. I don’t care anymore, just fill me up.” Viktor didn’t wait. He gripped my hips and slammed in deep in one rough thrust, burying every inch until his hips pressed against my ass.

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.”

"She says no, but she is leaking for us." Viktor walked over to the side of the bed, and unzipped his trousers then pulled out his massive cock. He never used a condom with me. He rubbed the wet tip right against my clit, making me gasp into the pillow. "Do you like being our property, Lola?" "No." I sobbed, and buried my in the dark satin. "I hate you." "Good." Viktor murmured.

I brought her fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean, tasting her sweetness. Around us, the orgy continued. Vik, Nina, and Lily had moved on to a train, their bodies pressed together as they fucked each other. Seppe and Sandro were now in a double penetration with Leonie, their cocks stretching her wide. Torben was jerking off, watching the scene before him with lust-filled eyes. I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. Milan groaned beneath me, his tongue lapping up my juices as I rode his face.

She was already so hot, so ready, and her orgasm rose faster than she’d ever known. Viking slid his hands under her ass and pulled her to his mouth almost roughly. His eyes went smoky with lust when he saw her undeniable arousal – her pussy lips were glistening, her clit hard and swollen. “Fuck, baby,” he said in wonder. “So beautiful.” He buried his face between her legs and inhaled her musky scent, and that turned her on even more. “You want to come on my tongue?”