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Chapter 1

It was midday. The sun stood high above the village of Miklavik. The village was known across the land for its proud female warriors and skillful hunters. The great Matriarch, Queen Nejfa, ruler of the known world, even sent for them whenever there was conflict.

In the village, the men had worked all day to prepare for the return of the hunting party. The hunters had been away for seven sunrises and there was always cause for celebration upon their return.

On the path leading from the spring, one of the village men struggled to carry the bucket he had just filled with water. Olar held onto the bucket with both hands, unwilling to drop it. Today of all days he was determined not to spill any. Though as he approached the big oak tree in the center of the village, he knew that he had to rest for a moment.

“Phew.” Olar wiped the sweat from his brow. Like most men in the village, he wasn’t very strong. His arms usually felt heavy as a rock after a day of work.

As he stood there panting, he hoped that he would be able to get the stew ready before Sigvei returned from her hunting trip. Sigvei was not only one of the strongest hunters in the village, she was also amongst the three women who were being considered by the village chief Dagmar to take over when she passed on.

Olar had known Sigvei since the two of them were children, and he had always been in love with her. The day when Sigvei chose him to be her husband, was the proudest day in his life.

“Day Olar.” Olar turned and saw Hakon and Jari on their way to the lumber house with a log. Olar could tell that they were having a hard time carrying the log.

“Day Hakon, day Jari.” Olar greeted them.

"Day Olar," Jari said as he and Hakon stopped to take a breath and wipe their brow.

“Sure hope we have time to prepare food for Beyla and Geirdis.” Hakon and Jari were the husbands of two of the returning hunters, who also happened to be sisters.

"I wouldn't have expected the three of you standing around being lazy on a day like this." The three men heard a strong female voice say. As they turned around they saw a muscular woman with long flowing brown hair, in full leather armor.

“Oh, Unna, we were just catching our breaths.” Olar looked at the strong warrior as he quickly picked up the bucket of water. Hakon and Jari did the same with the log.

“Hah.” Unna looked at the weak men. She could pick up and carry the log without even breaking so much as a sweat. Standing there, she couldn’t help but glance down at their bare genitals and laugh.

Following tradition, Olar, Hakon, and Jari, like the rest of the men in the village wore no clothing below the waist. Their unimpressive genitals had to be presentable to the women of the village at all times, to do with as they pleased.

"May the queen watch over you." Olar, Hakon, and Jari politely said politely as they picked up their bucket and log.

Unna laughed seeing how the three men struggled with their tasks. Their stumbles reminded her of her husband Uve. He had always been a clumsy man. It was one of his quirks that she found rather pleasing.

After the men disappeared from her sight, Unna continued on her way back to her hut. She had just spent the last day standing guard at the village gate, so she looked forward to being entertained by her husband.

As Unna passed her warrior sister Rina’s hut, she heard the familiar yelp of Rina’s husband Galmi.

“Ow… ah… oww…” Galmi was bent over, holding onto a tree as Rina spanked his bare bottom hard. A small crowd of their neighbors had gathered to watch.

Unna knew that Rina loved to spank her husband out in the open like that, in front of the entire village.

“Oh yes!” Rina gave her husband another hard slap as he softly cried out.

Hmph… Unna smiled to herself as she continued along the dirt path to her hut. Having just seen Rina with her husband Galmi, Unna felt an even greater yearning for Uve. She couldn’t wait to get home and sit on his face and feel his tongue on her sweet spot.

As she approached her hut, the daughters of Hulda, Dagny and Edda were practicing their sword technique. After fifteen and sixteen winters, they had grown to be quite the fierce warriors. They were tall and strong. Their muscle bound arms swung their swords with great power and precision. The leather cloth they wore covered their chests and hips, whilst their muscular legs and ripped abdomens were free to breathe. Their long blonde hair hung down their back in a long braid.

“Hey.” Dagny turned to her sister and motioned her to look over by the barrel next to their hut.

Looking over, Edda saw a familiar face hiding and watching her from behind the barrel.

"Vilmar, get out here," Edda commanded the boy whom she had known since they were both little. He had always been following her around like a little puppy.

Vilmar nervously walked out from behind the barrel, revealing that his bare penis stood straight up, from having watched Edda. As he walked over, his erection jutted up and down.

Edda turned and laughed with her sister when she saw his penis.

“Are you expecting to fight me with that little sword.” Edda looked down at Vilmar’s penis and laughed.

"N… no… I was just…" Vilmar looked up at Edda and suddenly lost himself in her beauty.

"Maybe he was looking at you and touching himself Edda," Dagny told her sister.

“Is that true?” Edda turned to Vilmar as she reached down and gripped his penis and squeezed it hard. Vilmar almost buckled to his knees.

“N… no.” Vilmar felt Edda’s firm grip around his penis. Even though it was quite excruciating, Vilmar didn’t want Edda to stop. He had dreamt so many times about feeling Edda’s touch.

"Is that so?" Edda found herself giving his penis a few tugs whilst she squeezed him. She hadn't expected his penis to feel like that. It wasn't hard as the hilt of a sword, but it wasn't soft either. In fact, it felt quite pleasant in her hand.

“Y… yes…” Vilmar squirmed.

“So you’ve never watched me and touched yourself?” Edda gave him a few more hard tugs.

“I… I have…” Vilmar thought about the times he had been down at the river, hiding in the bushes whilst Edda was bathing with the rest of the warriors. He had spurted so many times behind those bushes. Suddenly he felt that intense feeling from his balls.

“Ah… ahh… ahh.” Edda heard Vilmar groan as she felt something hot and gooey splash against her hand and fingers.

“Eww…” Edda released her grip and pulled her hand away. Looking down at Vilmar’s penis, she saw that he was still spurting cum. Though as she looked on and he began to drip, she kind of wished that she hadn’t pulled away.

“Oh… I’m… sorry…” Vilmar panted. He had never spurted so hard in his life.

As Edda looked over at her hand, she felt the gooeyness of the cum running down between her fingers. She had seen her mother milking her father’s penis quite a few times, and she remembered that her mother often had her father lick her fingers clean.

“What a mess.” Edda held up her hand and showed her spunk ridden fingers.

“I’m sorry, I…” Vilmar felt so bad. He might have just ruined any small chance of having Edda choose him when it became her time to pick a husband.

“Lick them clean, with your tongue.” Edda smiled as her sister grinned.

“O… okay.” It was something he had seen many of them men in the village do, including his father and brother, but he had never done it himself. Until now.

"Ugh…" Vilmar stuck out his tongue and slowly licked along Edda's slimy pointing finger. He could taste what he knew had to be his own cum, but he didn't mind it because he was actually getting to lick Edda's fingers.

“Mmm…” He took two of her fingers into his mouth and slowly sucked them clean, enjoying every second of it.

"Haha, such a little boy," Dagny said as she and her sister laughed at Vilmer.

"You better get it all," Edda told him as she felt him lick the palm of her hand.

Vilmer suddenly felt so disappointed when he looked at her fingers and realized that he had swallowed all of his cum and that he wouldn't get to lick her fingers any longer.

"Now run along, I need to train," Edda told Vilmer who reluctantly walked away.

Over by the hut next to the two sisters, Unna swung open the leather quilt that served as the door.

“Husband?” Unna put down her sword and shield.

"Oh." Uve leaned out from behind a quilt that separated the hut into two rooms. At the same time, he bumped his head against a dreamcatcher that hung down from the ceiling.

"Unna, you are home." The brown haired Uve was completely naked and didn't wear any clothes as he greeted his wife. It was the tradition for a man not to wear any clothes whilst in the sanctity of his woman's hut.

Unna smiled to herself when she looked over at her husband's hairless crotch and flabby body.

“Is that the way you greet the woman of the hut?”

“Oh, of course not…” Uve quickly got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to Unna.

Once in front of her, he carefully reached around her feet and removed her leather bound footwear. Making sure to give her feet a kiss after he was done.

“That’s more like it.” Unna smiled down at her husband as he slowly made his way up to his feet and got behind her.

“How was the gate?” Uve asked whilst untying Unna’s chest armor.

"Uneventful. Almost to the point that I wished that those bandits would have come back." Several moons ago, a group of bandits had made the mistake of trying to steal from the village. Though Unna and the rest of the warriors had made quick work of them, even capturing their leader who was a young and undisciplined woman. Normally the young bandit leader would have already been dealt with, but since Friya, the commander of the warriors was out escorting the hunters, Unna had put the bandit leader in a cage.

“Oh gosh, I hope not.” As soon as they had heard the drums that signified danger, Uve and the rest of the men had run to the large communion hut and hid, whilst the women all armed themselves.

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to my weak man.” Unna turned around and wrapped her strong arms around him. Uve almost lost his breath when she hugged him.

"Mm!" Unna almost engulfed Uve's mouth with her lips as she fiercely kissed him. Uve couldn't do anything other than to keep his mouth open as wide as he could as Unna swirled her tongue around in his mouth.

“Ah!” Unna let go of her husband for a moment and ripped her chest armor off, exposing her muscular chest and huge firm breasts, to Uve’s widened eyes.

“Suck them!” She pressed her husband face against her breasts.

Uve ran his tongue up over her big nipple and wrapped his lips around it.

“Yess!” Unna pressed her husband hard against her chest as he sucked on her tit.

“Oh yes!” She grabbed her husband loose arms and pulled him out. A suckling pop was heard as Uve’s lips left her nipple.

"Mm." Unna leaned down and stuck her tongue back into her husband's mouth. She was completely woman handling her husband.

Uve breathed heavily and his penis stood straight up when Unna finally pressed him down onto his knees in front of her. He looked up at his warrior wife who was in complete control. When he saw her reach around her waist, Uve leaned in and kissed her muscled thighs. He couldn’t wait to stick his tongue inside her pussy.

Unna looked down at her weak husband and saw his eyes lit up when she removed her leather waist cloth.

Uve gulped as he looked up at his wife’s tight and muscular pussy. He could already feel his penis being squeezed hard by her vaginal muscles.

“Beg!” Unna looked down at her husband.

“Please wife… please let me feel your womanhood against my lips.” Uve looked up at Unna. He wanted to tongue her pussy so badly.

"Hm." Unna reached down and laid her hand on the back of her husband's head. She wanted him to tongue her as badly as he did, though that was something she was never going to tell him.

Unna looked down as she slowly pushed her husband’s face towards her pussy.

Oh, yess… Uve felt the warmth and wetness of her slit and instantly began licking.

“Mm mm mm mm.” He ran his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her juices.

“Mmm.” Unna held her husband’s face tightly against her pussy and smeared her pussy juices all over his face.

With his eyes closed, mouth open and tongue out, Uve enjoyed every second. In one quick motion, Uve suddenly felt himself being lifted up off the ground. Opening his eyes he saw his wife looking down on him, she was carrying him over to the bed.

Unna was so horny, she needed to take her husband right now.

After putting him down onto the straw bed, Unna stood there for a moment towering over him.

Uve looked up at the giant of a woman who towered over him. Her muscle bound body shone in the light from the small fireplace. He knew that she could easily break a man in half if she wanted to.

It was with such lust in her eyes that Unna sat down on Uve’s crotch.

“Ah…” Uve groaned as his hard erection was pressed down towards his thighs by Unna’s tight and firm butt.

“Mmm.” Unna slowly ran her butt down over his penis, bending it further down. She could tell by the grimace on Uve’s face that it was somewhat painful.

“Ahh.” As Uve groaned out once more, Unna eased up and slowly raised herself, making his penis bounce back up.

Unna could see the relief on her husband’s face when she stopped bending down his erection. Though she wasn’t done just yet, as she reached down and gripped his penis with her strong hand and squeezed it hard.

“Ahh…” Uve groaned out again as he looked up and saw the wicked smile on his wife’s face.

"Mm." Unna slowly loosened her grip and with it, her husband let out a sigh of relief.

With his penis still in her grip, Unna aimed the tip towards her pussy and slowly sank herself down, completely engulfing it.

“Ohh…” Uve let out a soft moan which quickly turned into a groan as Unna used her vaginal muscles to really squeeze his penis.

“Ahhh…” Unna kept squeezing like that for a few seconds before releasing.

As her husband let out another sigh of relief, Unna raised herself up until just the tip was inside her pussy.

“Ah!” She slammed her butt down onto his crotch mashing Uve’s balls.

“Ah.” Uve groaned.

"Oh, yess!" Unna began to thrust her hips up and down, each time really slamming her butt down.

“Ah ah ah…” Uve groaned as he felt his wife’s weight come down on him over and over again.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Unna leaned over her husband and put her hands down against the straw bed so she could slam her butt down even harder.

“Oh, yess! Oh oh oh!” Unna kept slamming her hips down, taking her husband hard. Whilst doing so she looked down on him. He looked so weak groaning and moaning under her like that.

“Oh, Unnaaaa!” Uve moaned out and Unna felt him cumming inside of her.

“Oh, yesss! Spurt your load!” Unna kept bouncing her pussy up and down his shaft whilst he came.

“Oh, ohh ohhhhh.” Uve exhaled and panted. He had just come so hard.

“Mmm.” Unna eased down as she saw the relaxed expression on her husband’s face. She leaned down and gave him a real intense tongue kiss.

"Keep your mouth open," Unna told him as she slowly moved her hips side to side, getting ready to get up.

Uve laid there with his mouth open and tongue stuck out. He knew what was coming. He loved eating his wife’s cream filled pussy.

Unna slowly raised herself. Uve’s limpening penis popped out of her pussy and laid down on Uve’s thigh, dripping cum. With one quick motion, Unna had moved up and sat down on her husband’s face.

“Ughhmm.” Uve lapped up his cum that flowed out of Unna’s pussy. He swallowed the salty cum mixed with her juices as he kept licking her pussy.

“Mmm.” Unna looked down at her husband as she straddled him. She saw his cum leak from her pussy straight into his mouth.

"Oh, yess… lick my pussy and get all that cum." Unna loved this part.

“Mmm…” Uve loved eating Unna’s pussy so much.

A mile out from the village, a row of women with bows and swords walked along the dirt road. Between them, four horses pulled a wagon of salted meats, and roped on the back of the wagon were several bisons.

In front, leading the women walked Sigvei and Ashildr, the commander of the warriors.

“Ah, it’s good to be back home.” Ashildr stood almost six feet tall, her long golden hair braided in the back like the rest of the warriors. Tied into the knot at the bottom of her braid was a small steel blade. Only the most elite of Ashildr’s warriors had mastered the deadly braid swirl. With a single motion of her head, she could make her long braid swing and cut deep into an enemy.

The size of Ashildr’s arms and biceps were impressive even by Miklavikian women standards. Her chest was huge and wide, packed with pure muscle. Her thick thighs could easily squeeze the life out of any opponent. Her nickname, Ox, was well earned.

“Aye, that it is.” Sigvei, being the head huntress wasn’t as built as Ashildr or the warriors. It was prudent for women chosen to be hunters not to be as bulky as their warrior sisters. That way they could much more easily move up on their prey.

Though much more slender than Ashildr, Sigvei still had a very imposing physique. Her exposed arms and abdomen showed her well defined and toned muscles. Her blonde hair waved and flowed with curls as she walked down the road.

“And it’s going to be good to see my little man.” Ashildr smiled when she thought of her husband Ragnar. It had been too many days since she sat down on his face, smothering him and feeling his tongue in her ass.

“You mean, it’s going to be good for a certain part of you to see him.” Sigvei teased Ashildr.

"Haha, yes. Ragnar and my big buttocks have a lot of catching up to do." Ashildr slapped her big muscular butt cheek and laughed.

“But I know what you mean, it’s going to be good to see my Olar again.” Sigvei thought of her husband and smiled.

Down in the village, the drums were sounding and the men were all rushing to make themselves presentable for the returning women. Olar had lined up with the rest of the men alongside the road through the village. They were all staring at the gate. Excitement gleaming in their eyes.

In the middle of the road, the elderly and silver-haired Dagmar, the matriarch of the village stood with her honor guard, waiting to greet the hunting party. Even at her advanced age, she was still stronger than any man in the village.

As the gate opened up, the men started cheering when they saw the hunting party.

Sigvei, Ashildr and the rest of the women walked proudly through the village as the men cheered. Along the way, Sigvei saw her husband Olar standing by the side of the road, waving happily over at her. Though being the disciplined huntress that she was, she just gave him a simple nod. She was leading the hunting party and had no time for pleasantries until she had been released by Dagmar.

As the hunting party approached Dagmar, Sigvei raised her arm and everyone stopped.

"I see that it has been a successful hunt." Dagmar looked at Sigvei's face and saw the two stripes of dried blood above her left eye and a long stripe down her cheek, indicating that she had slain a bear.

"It has, Matriarch." Sigvei lowered herself to the older woman.

“I knew it would.” Dagmar motioned Sigvei to stand.

“And I trust there was no trouble on the way?” Dagmar looked up at the giant of a woman standing next to Sigvei.

“A few bandits, but they were easily dealt with.” Ashildr clung her hand against the hilt of her sword as she got down one knee in front of Dagmar.

“Good.” Dagmar motioned Ashildr to rise as she looked around at the crowd of men standing alongside the hunting party.

"Well then…" Dagmar walked to the side to address the village.

“Under the leadership of Sigvei, the third moon hunt has been a victorious one!” Dagmar called out as everyone cheered.

“Now, let’s celebrate!” Dagmar called out as the women of the hunting party stood down and began looking for their husbands.

One of the hunters walked towards her husband and pointed down at the ground. Her husband quickly got down on his knees and looked up at her as she removed her hip cloth, baring her naked pussy. As she came up to him, she grabbed the back of his head and mashed his face against her pussy. Her husband instantly started licking and eating her pussy.

Over by Dagmar, a scrawny man came up to Ashildr.

“Wife.” The man looked up at his hulking wife with a smile on his face, happy to see her.

“Ragnar.” Ashildr looked down at her husband. A bit disappointed that his bare penis was still soft.

“Oh.” Ragnar was swept up by Ashildr hefty arms.

“Stroke it.” She told him as she looked down at this penis and carried him towards their hut.

Ragnar reached up and began stroking his penis. He had no problem getting hard as he looked up at his imposing wife. As he let go of his penis, his wife leaned her head down over it.

Ashildr had no problem taking his entire length of six inches into her mouth.

“Ahh.” Ragnar groaned as Ashildr sucked so hard up along his shaft that it almost felt like his penis would snap off.

“Mm.” The tip popped out of Ashildr’s mouth.

"Show me your tongue," Ashildr told her husband as he stuck it out.

“Mm, that tongue is going to be up my butt all day.” She leaned down and gave her husband a forceful kiss.

Ragnar smiled to himself, he couldn’t wait to tongue his wife’s ass. He remembered the time Ashildr’s sisters had come to visit. They had taken turns sitting on his face and he had tongued their butt holes.

Back at the celebration, Sigvei could finally greet her husband since Dagmar had called the end of the hunt.

“Husband!” Sigvei hugged and lifted Olar up. She could feel his erect penis against her bare and muscular abdomen. It smeared precum all over her rock hard and flat gut. On any other day, she would have squeezed his penis hard whilst he licked her abdomen clean, but since she hadn’t seen him for almost seven sun rises, she was eager to get back to their hut.

“Wife.” Olar was so happy and excited to see Sigvei that he almost didn’t realize that his penis had rubbed against her skin. When he noticed, he knew that he had to go down and clean her abdomen.

As Sigvei put Olar down, she intended to take him back to their hut, but almost immediately her husband got down on his knees and started licking her abdomen clean. She wasn't going to have him do it, but decided to let him.

“Mm.” He had always been such a proper husband, Sigvei looked down at her husband whilst he licked his precum mixed with her sweat. As he did, Sigvei looked up and saw several of her hunters rubbing their pussies against their husband’s faces. It made her feel so horny.

“Get up!” Olar’s eyes widened when he heard Sigvei’s tone of voice. It was the tone she used when she commanded her hunters, so he knew to be extremely attentive.

Olar gulped when he got up, feeling nervous.

“Get back to the hut!” Sigvei ordered her husband, who quickly made his way through the crowd of men serving their women on their knees.

“Ohhh!” A muscular woman cried out as she squirted all over her husband’s face. As Sigvei and Olar passed them, the woman pulled her husband back in and he started lapping her wet pussy.

As they came up to their hut, Sigvei pushed her husband through the leather quilt. “Get in there!”

Olar fell to the ground. He knew better not to get up.

Sigvei looked down on her soft husband as she untied her leather chest piece and threw it on the ground.

Olar gulped when he looked up at her fit chest and firm breasts. Her nipples were so perky. His penis just couldn’t stand any taller as he stared at her beauty. Olar didn’t catch more than a glimpse of Sigvei bare pussy as she threw her leather leggings to the ground and jumped on top of him.

Sigvei smiled wickedly as she held her husband’s arms down. His arms were so soft and weak.

"Aren't you going to get loose?" She quickly let go of one of his arms and slapped his face. Though, not a forceful slap, it was still hard enough to leave a reddish hue on his skin.

“I… will.” Olar knew how much Sigvei loved it when he struggled.

"Agh," Olar grunted as he gathered all of his strength and pushed as hard as he could. But there was just no way, Sigvei was so much stronger than he was.

“Haha, you’re so weak.” Sigvei let go of his other arm and slapped his other cheek.

“Thought you said that you were going to get loose this time.” Sigvei smiled as she taunted her husband.

“Aghh.” Olar tried to get his arms free once more, but it was like he was being held down by pure steel.

“I… I can’t… you’re too strong…” Olar gasped after having exerted himself trying to get loose.

“Haha…” She laughed at him.

"What if I didn't hold you down." Sigvei let go of his arms and raised her arms over her head. She also closed her eyes. She knew her husband. She knew what he wanted to do when she was in that position, and she hoped that he did it.

Olar looked up at his beautiful wife. His arms were free. He thought about struggling, but looking up at her bare chest, all he could think about was feeling her firm breasts.

Hmph… With her eyes still closed, Sigvei smiled when she felt her husband’s hands on her breasts, gently fondling them. She had so hoped that he would touch her like that without her permission.

“Now you’re going to get it.” Sigvei looked down on her husband as she got up.

Olar looked up at his slender yet muscular wife as she walked over to one of the clay pots and picked up a foot long rod. The rod was made out of dried sap from the Ora tree, which made the rod both hard and quite slippery.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Sigvei smiled to herself as she ran her fingers along the rod in her hand, and looked over at her husband who raised his butt up in the air. She had looked forward to this. Even if her husband hadn’t felt her breasts, she would have still gotten the rod.

“Hope my breasts were worth it.” Sigvei got down next to her husband’s butt.

“They… were…” Olar gasped when he felt his wife spread his butt cheek.

“They… always… are…” Olar groaned as he felt the tip of the rod against his butt hole.

A part of Sigvei felt proud and warm hearing her husband say that, knowing that he loved her body so much.

"Ahh ohhh." Sigvei heard her husband groan as she pushed the rod inside his tight butt hole. She only used it on special occasions. She wasn't about to let her husband get used to it, and gain pleasure from it. She knew of some women in the village that used the rod more regularly on their husbands, even letting them spurt. That was not something she would allow Olar to do, the rod was for her enjoyment only.

“Oh yes.” Sigvei let out a moan when she slowly pushed the rod further into her husband’s butt. She loved using it on her husband. She even liked using it on herself, sitting down on it, slowly riding it. Though she would never allow her husband to use it on her in that fashion.

“Ahh.” Olar felt the rod being pushed deeper and deeper into his tight hole.

“Yes!” Sigvei slowly started pulling it out and pushing it back in. She didn’t have to push hard for the slippery rod to make its way into her husband’s butt. She was getting so wet from doing this to Olar.

“Ah ah ahh.” Olar swayed back and forth as his wife pushed the rod in and out of his butt.

“Oh yes… take it you weak man.” Sigvei shoved it inside of him and picked up her pace with short quick stabs. She loved the feeling of completely and utterly ruling her husband like that. The moistness between her thighs and the arousal she felt was getting more and more profound.

“Ughh.” Olar groaned to his wife’s intense motions.

With one quick gesture, Sigvei pulled the rod out of her husband and pushed him down onto his back. She was so wet and about to come, as she jumped on top of her husband, straddling his face between her strong thighs.

The moment Olar saw his wife's pussy, he reached out with his tongue and started licking her.

“Yess!” Sigvei reached down and grabbed Olar’s head with both hands, pulling him closer to her womanhood as she called out in pleasure.

“Ohhhhh!” Olar felt her juices on his lips and tongue as he eagerly lapped her pussy.

“Goddesss!” Sigvei called out to her deity. The wave of pleasure that rushed through her body was so powerful.

"Mmm." Olar ran his tongue along her slit. He so loved pleasing Sigvei. To get to hear her like that, and feel the warmth and moistness of her pussy, was the best feeling Olar knew.

"Ah ohh oh." Sigvei panted, her breasts heaved with each breath she took. She was still holding onto her husband's hair. Though as the intense feeling slowly faded, she was still so horny, and her husband's tongue made her even hornier.

With warm breaths, she glanced back and caught a glimpse of her Olar's erection.

"Mhm." With a wicked smile on her face, she raised herself, spun around and sat back down on her husband's face. Now facing his penis.

“You better not have stroked yourself whilst I’ve been away.” She reached down and gave his penis a tight squeeze.

"Ah… Ah, haven't." Olar groaned. He wouldn't dare to touch himself when Sigvei wasn't home. Though a few times he had come real close when he laid in the hut late at night, thinking of her.

“You better have a big load for me!” She started tugging him real hard.

“Ah ahh ahh.” Olar groaned heavier and heavier. He had hoped that she would milk him like that, with such fury, like she always did.

“Yeah!” Sigvei smiled to herself as she looked down at the penis she had in her grip, jerking it as hard as she could. Hearing her husband’s constant and increasing groans she stopped stroking and squeezed hard around his shaft whilst she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his tip. She knew that this would make him blow.

“Ahhh!” Sigvei heard her husband’s loud grunt as she felt his penis twitch and flood her mouth with warm streams of cum.

Mhm… She was pleased when she felt that it was a bit more than usual. She made sure to keep her tongue bent so she wouldn't accidentally swallow any of it. As a woman, she would never swallow a man's cum, though over the years she had begun to somewhat enjoy the taste of her husband's juices.

“Ah ah ahhhh.” Olar panted out, breathing heavily as he shot his last load.

Sigvei kept her lips closed around his tip for a few moments longer, making sure that she had every last drop of his cum. As she lead her lips up the tip and closed them, she could feel that it was quite the load she had in her mouth.

Olar was still breathing heavily when she got up on her feet. With her mouth closed, all she had to do was to give her husband a single look and he knew exactly what she wanted from him.

Olar slowly got up onto his knees and looked up at his strong wife. He tilted his head slightly backward, opened his mouth and held out his tongue.

Sigvei enjoyed seeing her husband like that. On his knees, ready to take what she was about to give him. Smiling to herself, she leaned down and brushed her long wavy hair behind the back of her ear. She could feel her husband’s breath as she slowly parted her lips.

A steady and thin stream of cum flowed from between her lips onto her husband’s tongue and into his mouth.

Olar felt the familiar taste of his own cum. He had been swallowing his own cum since he was a young man, and Sigvei caught him looking at her with an erection.

Suddenly he felt a big wad hit his tongue, and then more. Sigvei had parted her lips, letting all the cum she had in her mouth flow into Olar’s mouth.

"Ngh…" Olar kept his mouth open, as all that slimy cum wobbled around in his mouth. He knew not to swallow until Sigvei told him to.

“Mgh.” Sigvei gathered and swirled her saliva around in her mouth, making sure to get every last bit of cum that she might have. With puckered lips, she slowly pressed the spit out from between her lips into her husband’s mouth.

“Mmm.” Olar could feel the sweet taste of her spit mixing with his salty cum.

"Mm, now let me see all of it," Sigvei told her husband as he parted his lips wider and pushed some of the cum and spit up with his tongue.

“That’s good, husband.” Sigvei looked down at Olar. He looked just like a man should, weak, feeble and on his knees.

“Now swallow it!” She commanded him, as Olar closed his mouth.

“Mgh…” Olar closed his mouth and gulped it all down.

“Mm, that’s it.” Sigvei smiled and leaned down and gave him a forceful kiss, though she wasn’t nearly done with him for the evening.

Outside the celebration had just begun. One nude warrior picked up her man and threw him over her shoulder, and carried him back to their hut. Another one had her husband crawl on his hands and knees behind her as she made her way back to their hut.

On the eastern side of the village, inside the hut of the warrior commander's hut, Ashildr had removed her leather armor. The hulking woman stood there naked, slightly leaned over a wooden table, her hands resting on top of it. Her husband was on his knees behind her, his face buried between her big and muscular butt cheeks. He was eating her ass.

“Mgh… mgh…” Ragnar poked with his tongue. His penis standing straight up, leaking precum. He was so horny as he managed to get almost two inches of his tongue into his wife’s butt hole.

“Mmm, that’s the husband I’ve missed.” Ashildr reached around with her muscular arm, putting her hand on the back of Ragnar’s head and pressing his face hard in between her butt cheeks.

"Ngh…" Ragnar could barely breathe as he kept tonguing her.

“Mm… yeah.” Ashildr moaned and briefly closed her eyes. She loved feeling her husband’s wet tongue in her butt hole.

With her hand still on the back of his head, she grabbed Ragnar by his hair and pulled him out of her butt. He was all red faced and breathing heavily as Ashildr turned around and looked down on him.

Ragnar felt his hair being pulled back. His eyes wandered up Ashildr’s naked body. She looked so strong and imposing.

Her thighs were massive. Her pussy, strong enough to crush a man's penis. Her muscled abdomen hard as a rock. Her arms ripe with muscle, and her biceps were as big as Ragnar's thigh, though much more muscular. Her powerful chest, wide and muscle bound. Her breasts, large with big and erect nipples. Her golden hair, unknotted from her braid, something she only did when in the company of her husband.

Ashildr looked down on Ragnar with such an intimidating look. Any other man would have peed himself if they saw her looking at them in that manner. Ragnar, on the other hand, knew that it was her look of lust.

“Mmm.” She pulled his hair back, leaned down and gave her husband a forceful kiss.

“Lay down!” Ashildr told Ragnar as she let go of his hair.

Ragnar kept his eyes on his wife whilst he slowly laid down on his back. He was so horny for her. He gasped when she took a step over him and stood there looking down at him. He so hoped that she would sit down on his face and he would get to lick her ass again.

Ashildr smiled to herself when she looked down at her obedient husband.

Slowly she stepped up and put one foot on each side of his head.

“Is this what you want?” She lowered herself. Bent her knees and sat down just a few inches from her husband’s face.

“Y… yes.” Ragnar panted. He stuck his tongue out, trying to lean up and lick her butt hole.

“Mhm.” Ashildr smiled as she lowered herself onto her knees and sat down on his face.

“Mm.” She leaned back and ran her butt cheeks up and down his face. As she did she felt her husband’s wet tongue along her ass crack.

After a few more seconds of this, she leaned back up and really sat down on his face, smothering him.

"Eat that ass!" Ashildr could hear her husband gasping for air, and at the same time, she felt his tongue against her butt hole.

“Ngh…” Ragnar eagerly licked his wife’s ass. He hoped that he would get to worship her like this every day now that she was home.

“Mm, that’s it.” She started moving her hips up and down, almost like she was trying to fuck his tongue.

“Mmm.” Ashildr loved when her husband ate her ass, but as she glanced back and saw his erection, she wanted something bigger up her butt.

Ragnar, who had closed his eyes for a moment to fully enjoy his tongue being in his wife’s butt, suddenly felt nothing but air. Without opening his eyes he stuck his tongue out further, leaning his head up, trying to reach her butthole.

Ashildr had stood up. She smiled to herself when she looked down at her husband and saw him trying to find her butt and please her.

“Ragnar.” She said as her husband opened his eyes and looked up at her.

Breathing heavily Ragnar looked up at the woman he found so beautiful towering over him. He watched her step over him and lower herself down on top of his crotch. Suddenly he felt his manhood being squeezed hard.

“You better not come until I tell you to!” Ashildr had her fingers wrapped around her husband’s erect penis.

“Ahh… I won’t.” Ragnar knew better than to come before Ashildr allowed him to.

Since the day Ashildr took Ragnar as her man, his manhood had belonged to her, and she was the one who decided when he was allowed to cum. Something that hadn’t always been so easy for Ragnar, since there was no woman he found more attractive than Ashildr. There had been a few occasions when he hadn’t been able to hold back and had shot his load before he was allowed to. When it happened, Ashildr had punished him. She had grabbed him and taken him to the center of the village, where she had put him over her knee and slapped his ass red.

“Ahh…” Ragnar let out a breath of relief when he felt the pressure around his manhood being released.

Having gripped her husband’s manhood, Ashildr felt the copious amounts of precum leaking out from the tip of his penis onto her fingers. Like she always did, she smeared his precum all over his penis making it slippery.

Closing her eyes, she eased herself down, feeling the tip of his manhood press against her butthole.

“Yess!” Once the tip was inside of her butt, Ashildr sat down hard on it, burying the entire length inside of her.

“Ah ahh…” The intense feeling of having his cock squeezed by his wife’s tight butthole made Ragnar moan out.

“Oh yeah!” Ashildr laid her hands on her husband’s weak and soft chest and began to work her butt up and down his cock. She looked down and saw him grimacing in pleasure. Seeing the look on Ragnar’s face made her even hornier. She began to slam down her big muscular butt harder and harder over his penis. She loved how it felt inside of her ass. Though she would never allow him the gratification of knowing just how much she loved it.

“Grab my tits!” Ashildr ordered her husband.

Ragnar panted heavily as reached up and planted his hands on her big breasts.

“Oh oh ohh.” He looked up at her large firm breasts that now rested in his hands. He gently fondled them whilst panting.

“Harder!” Ashildr ordered her husband as she bounced her big butt, shoving his shaft deeper inside of her ass.

"Ahh!" Ragnar grimaced his teeth and squeezed her breasts hard. He knew that that was exactly what his strong warrior wife wanted him to do. Though he had always been a bit reluctant to do it, since he didn't want to hurt his wife.

“That’s... it you... weak man, just like... thattttt!” Ashildr sat down hard on his cock, burying his entire length in her ass whilst she orgasmed.

“Ohh, Godesssss!” She felt her husband’s hands on her breasts as she was hit by an intense wave of pleasure.

“Ohh…” Ragnar felt that familiar tingle in his balls. With his manhood buried so deep inside his wife’s ass, he was so close to cumming.

“Ashildr… I… I can’t hold it much... longer…” Ragnar looked away from his wife. He knew that if he looked at her naked body that he would come.

Having slowly recovered from her powerful orgasm, Ashildr heard her husband’s cries and looked down at him. She could tell that he was struggling and ready to burst.

“Don’t you dare come yet!” She raised herself up, his erect cock sliding out of her ass.

With a quick motion, she got down on her knees next to him and gripped his penis to prevent him from cumming.

“Ahh.” Her husband groaned as she reached under his legs with her free arm and lifted them over his chest until his feet were behind his head. In his current awkward and bent position, his penis pointed down at his mouth.

Looking straight up at his penis, Ragnar opened his mouth, he knew exactly what his wife wanted from him.

“Ah.” Ragnar felt his back hurting a bit as Ashildr pressed down on him. By now she had let go of his penis and was just pressing down on him. Soon Ragnar felt the tip of his penis touch his lips, and even go inside his mouth.

“Suck it until you come!” With her strong and muscular arms, Ashildr had no problem holding her husband in place so he could suck his own penis.

“Mgh…” Ragnar felt the soft hardness of the tip of his penis in his mouth. It wasn’t the first time that he awkwardly sucked his own penis like this. His wife loved to put him into this position when he was ready to come.

It was such a strained position. His back hurt whilst at the same time he felt the pleasurable feeling of almost cumming.

“Agh agh…” Ragnar suddenly felt that familiar and intense feeling building in his balls.

“Ahh.” He had to open his mouth and lean back as he felt the first warm stream of cum hit the back of his throat.

“Ah ahh ahh.” Ragnar felt his penis jerk. Cum splashing against his tongue and running down his mouth.

“Oh, yess, take all that cum.” Ashildr almost found herself saying delicious cum. That was another thing she would never reveal to her husband, that she enjoyed the taste of his cum. She discretely licked her lips as she intently watched her husband’s penis spurt wad after wad of hot cum into his mouth.

“Ahh…” Ragnar had a lot of musky cum in his mouth when he felt the last splash against his tongue.

Oh, yeah… Ashildr saw her husband's penis slowly start to drip instead of spurt. Right, then she knew that his mouth was full of cum. Quickly she let go of his legs, allowing her husband to flip his legs back onto the ground. After he had done so, Ashildr leaned down and forcefully slid her tongue into his mouth, pretending to be kissing him, hiding the fact that she wanted to taste his cum.

“Mmm.” She swirled her tongue around the slimy cum in his mouth, kissing him at the same time.

“Mm…” Ragnar met his wife’s tongue in the middle of the pool of cum. It was such a passionate kiss, that he almost fell in love with her all over again.

Leaning back up, Ashildr looked down at her husband. “Swallow it.”

Ragnar gulped down all of the slimy cum he had left in his mouth when his wife told him to.

“Mmm, that’s a good husband.” Ashildr smiled, looking down at him for a moment, then leaning down and giving him another passionate kiss.

To be continued...