Viking
- 3 years ago
- 18
- 0
Viking Fucking free porn video
Viking Fucking
It's a mild Spring morning in the golden fields of Scandinavia. New life bursting at the seems all around.
The sky is clear blue, with white fluffy clouds painted on the bright canvas of the day.
A king is striding along through the tall grass, with wooden carved bow in hand, hunting for wild boars or rabbits or reindeer, or any kind of tasty game he can find and claim for his own.
He is a powerful man.
Literally.
Tall, and strong, and big. Like a man-mountain made out of unflinching meat and muscle.
With his thick long hair, and majestic beard.
His green tunic struggles to contain his strong barrel chest, with his firm pecs fighting to burst out, and short downy hair barely an inch in length just coiled beneath the soft emerald fabric.
He only has a minimal amount of brown leather armour on, mainly around his big boots, and archer-braces on his thick steely wrists.
He is hunting alone, for he commanded his hunting party to spread out far and wide across the fields, with the furthest going as far as the fjords a couple miles away.
As he ventures deeper into the fields, he notices some movement up ahead.
He pauses, staring hard in that direction. The drawstring of his bow pulls a little tight as he prepares himself.
He takes aim at the rustling spot in the cereal field ahead.
He suddenly freezes.
A figure emerges.
A woman.
Jet black hair, steely eyes, wearing black leather armour over a red tunic, cut short just below the hips, and sheep-skin boots.
She's wielding a sword.
They both stare intently at each other.
He's never seen her in his village before.
"Fair maiden, who are you?"
He calls out to her as he lowers his bow.
"Don't you know me, Tor?"
She smirks as she cautiously moves a little closer.
"I do not."
He replies.
"Really? You of all men should know who I am..."
She sneers a grin.
"How so, maiden?"
He asks as she creeps closer.
"Simple. I've killed many of your men."
Her grin turns into a devilish smirk.
"You killed my men?"
He couldn't help himself but to heartily laugh.
"You find it funny?"
She grins.
"My men are the best warriors around! Only the best fighters, male or female, can hope to best them,"
He stopped laughing to explain,
"And you're far too beautiful to be a fighter. Maybe your delicate hands are best suited for goat-milking."
"Goat-milking?!"
She gasps in offence,
"Let's see you say that after I'm done milking you!"
The king slowly raises his eyebrow at her, as she suddenly realises what she just said.
"..Of your blood! I'm, uh, going to milk you of your blood, yes..."
She adds to correct her previous statement.
"Ha ha! Fair maiden, what is your name?"
He asks in a jolly chuckle.
"I am Angielycka, daughter of King Thorstrike, the knot-mistress of a thousand bonds, the keeper of cream, the viking warrior princess!"
She declares bold and proudly.
"And I am King Tor Odinsbeard, standing in a field."
He returns unimpressed with a smirk.
"Your acts are legendary. You killed an entire army of 20,000 men with little more than a couple thousand warriors by your side..."
She praised,
"But let's see how you handle a real challenge!"
With that, she drew her sword up, and charged at him.
Thinking quickly, he dropped his bow and drew his sword which had hung on the side of his belt.
She suddenly stopped charging, and stood still in her tracks.
"Oh my..."
She quietly gasps.
"Does my sword intimidate you?"
He chuckled.
"That, uh... That's a very impressive sword actually..."
She pondered on it, her teeth gently sinking onto her bottom lip as she studied it.
"Come have a closer look."
He sneered with a joyful smirk.
"It's so big and thick..."
She sighed as she stared hard, twirling one of her long black braids of hair around her finger.
"Beautiful..."
She suddenly shook her head, regaining her composure.
"Bah! It'll take more than a pretty sword to best me!"
She triumphed as she lifted her sword and rushed forward into combat.
He blocked her first strike, and her second, and threw a strike of his own.
She dodged out of the way, and lunged her blade to his leg.
He parried it, and swung his blade for her neck.
She roll-dodged out of the way, and danced around to his side with a twirl, and stabbed for his heart.
He side-stepped to dodge it, and lunged at her like a fencer.
She swotted his blade away with her own, and ran up to him.
With a jump and kick-off his stomach, she had lept and flipped off of his chest, parting with a kick of her toes to his chin.
His big manly beard stopped the impact from that kick from hurting no more than a gnat's bite.
He "woah"'d silently at her impressive moves.
"You dance like a faery!"
He then teased her, trying to put her off her game.
"And you, good king, dance like a 1-legged warg!"
She teased back with a smirk.
He smirked back, unfazed by her insult.
They met swords again, and with a quick flick, she'd cut a strap of cloth on his tunic, slashing the fabric open at the seam.
Without even thinking, he just grabbed the collar and ripped it open, revealing his bare chest.
She sighed at such a mighty sight.
They clashed blades a few more times, until she lept with her foot out for a flying kick.
Reacting fast, he grabbed her ankle mid-air and used his awesome brute strength to swing them both around and crash her down onto the wild grass beneath his feet.
The impact was so sudden, that her sword fell from her hand.
He lunged down with his sword, which she narrowly avoided as it stabbed into the earth beside her head.
She quickly grabbed the handle, pushing down with all her might to stop him from pulling it back out.
He purposefully fell on top of her, straddling her stomach as he grabbed her wrist which looked tiny in comparison to his big bear-paw like palms.
With complete ease, he was able to overpower her, and move her hand away from the sword handle, and pinned it down beside her head, opposite from the side of the sword.
"Ugh! Let go!"
She yelled.
He grabbed her other wrist with his other hand, and proceeded to easily pin it down above her head.
She desperately tried to arch her back, but his weight easily trapped her. She kicked her feet, trying with all her might to wiggle free.
He chuckled with smug triumph as her breathing quickened, using her all energy to try and break free.
"Get off me! Get off me!"
She cried out, still trying to thrash her legs around.
"What's the magic word?"
He asked in a patronising tone.
"Fuck you!"
She replied and sunk her teeth into the flesh of his forearm.
To her amazement, he didn't even flinch, and simply chuckled.
With a sudden move, he had moved one of her arms under his knee, which felt like a tree-trunk weighing down on her helpless limb.
With his hand now free, he rested it upon the handle of his sword.
"Uuuurrggghhh!!"
She cried out with one last burst of energy, tasting the bitter flavour of defeat.
Accepting her fate, she then relaxed her body, and accepted his right as battle-victor to finish her.
"Don't gloat. Just finish me and be done with it."
She sighed, almost petulantly like a young teen.
"Now why would I do a thing like that?"
He asked with a more gentler chuckle.
He took his hand off his sword and brushed a lock of loose black hair away from her pretty eyes.
She knew he was toying with her, she sneered and sighed, averting her gaze as she realised she couldn't do anything about it.
He cheeks began to blush, as the humiliation of defeat set in.
Defeated, pinned, helpless...
"Such a pity..."
He sighed.
"What is?"
She met his eyes once again, with a puzzled look.
"If I had more feisty women like you in my village, I could take my place as chief of all tribes in Scandinavia in no time!"
His face lit up.
"What makes you think I'd ever agree to fight for you?"
She questioned.
"Simple. I've bested you in combat. You must do as I command now."
He smirked.
She laid there for a moment, turning her head to study the effortlessly strong grip he has on her wrist, and his leg trapping her other arm underneath his weight. She tried once more to move, but felt the strong yet completely effortless ease at which he was pinning her.
She sighed once more, laying her head flat down against the dewy grass, and bit her lip.
"You really have got me beat..."
Her voice relaxed.
"So, how about it? You want to be claimed as a woman of my village, under my rule?"
He asked.
"In my village, a woman is never truly claimed by a man until he bests her with his..."
Her eyes moved down for a moment, and then back up to his,
"...Sword."
The powerful king took a moment to smugly take in the pair's current circumstance.
"Seems to me I've already bested you with my sword?"
"Not that sword..."
He eyes ventured south again once more.
And once more she looked back up into his, with a quick lick of her lips and a nibble.
She couldn't quite believe how quickly her body betrayed her.
Here she was, pinned down by the leader of her enemies, bested and defeated by him.
And yet...
She couldn't help but notice just how attractive he is.
She knew she should be repulsed by him for being the enemy, and yet, he's so handsome, and strong, and powerful.
She could feel her nipples stiffen hard under the heavy press of his large tree-trunk thighs.
She could feel her heart beating so fast inside her chest, and not due to any physical excursion from the fight.
And most of all, she could feel the excitement burning through her soft flesh of her pussy.
She was undeniably wet and turned on by him.
Even his smug chuckle did nothing to dampen the lustful fire in her nether regions.
"Maybe I ought to do my royal duty, and claim you then..."
With that, he moved forward.
With his weight now off her as he moved, her arm suddenly had a little more freedom.
For a moment, she went to reach for the dagger hidden inside the boot on her foot.
She thought about it.
But then...
She slipped her free arm behind his knee and wrapped it around his thigh, as he took a little more of a comfier seat over her chest.
He was mindful to not put the entirety of his powerful frame down on her, but instead gave her just enough leeway so as not to be uncomfortable, and yet maintaining her thoroughly pinned status.
She watched intently as he used one hand to untie the hemp string holding the crotch of his brown sheep-skin trousers together.
Her eyes widening in intrigue as a large firm cock escaped from the enclosure behind the material.
"Oh my...!"
She sighed in very pleasant surprise as the full size of it came into sight before her.
"You ever seen a king-size cock before, my lady?"
He asked with a smug tone of voice, holding it proudly at the base in his hand.
"N-n-no, sir."
She replied, taking her eyes off it momentarily to look up at him from behind the huge shaft.
She then looked back upon the glory of his member, with her eyes going cross-eyed as she studied to large pink bulbous head of it.
She swallowed and subtly licked her lips.
"That's uh... That's a really impressive sword you have..."
She complimented, still very much amazed by it.
"Thank you."
He smiled, this time the smugness in his voice was replaced by sincerity.
"You want to kiss it?"
He asked, lowering it with his hand a little closer to her lips.
"Ugh..."
She sighed, trying to show some semblance of protest to such a suggestion.
But she knew she wasn't fooling anyone.
She then nodded her head.
"Please."
"Go ahead, you may kiss it."
He grinned as he let his heavy helmet sit upon her lips.
She kissed it.
Then she kissed it again.
And again.
She couldn't believe what she was so willingly doing, and yet, it felt so right to her.
It felt so natural to kiss it.
Even if the cock she was kissing did happen to be attached to her sworn enemy.
She looked up into his eyes as her soft bouncy moist lips kept pressing into his stiff, hard yet smooth flesh.
"May I..."
She sighed heavily, and felt her warm breath wash over his cock,
"May I taste it?"
"You may."
He replied, studying her lips.
She opened her mouth, and anxiously approached the big, almost intimidating acorn of his cock's head.
She pressed the tip of her wet tongue against it.
"Mmmmm..."
She moaned with a satisfied sigh, as she softly and slowly licked it again, and again, and again.
"Taste good?"
He asked as he adjusted his big manly fingers around her wrist, which he was still keeping pinned to the ground beside her head.
"Hmm-mmmm... So good...!"
She answered, before she immediately engulfed the entirety of his helmet into her mouth.
She just couldn't wait to feel the heaviness of it inside of her.
It sat like a heavy lump of a fleshy rock against the broadness of her wet tongue.
And instinctively, she began to suckle on it.
She looked up into his eyes once again as she did so.
Almost daring him with a single look to push it deeper...
He moved his hips, slowly pushing it into her mouth more until his was tickling her tonsils.
She didn't even gag, like as if her tonsils were desensitised to such a stimulation...
He let go off her wrist, and wrapped his strong large fingers around the hair on the back of her head.
And with a daring smirk, he lifted her head and stabbed her throat with the tip of his helmet!
Her eyes widened in both shock and happiness as he did so.
Letting out a long groan of appreciation, she just let him manipulate her head movements to his own desire, as he thrust his cock in and out of her throat as she desperately tried to keep in time to his movements with suckings.
With her hand now free, she reached for the stiff base of his cock, and found to little surprise that she couldn't quite wrap her fingers fully around it.
Regardless, she just gripped it firmly in her hand, and proceeded to wank his steely fleshy hot shaft, rubbing her hand up and down as she took the mouth-pounding in her stride and pushed and manoeuvred her tongue against his thrusting cock between sucks/thrusts.
After a short while, he was ready to blow.
He re-positioned himself just a little bit, moving down to just beneath her breasts, which he ripped the armour/tunic open to expose her bountiful bosom, and took his throbbing stiff cock in his hand.
She clutched her arm around his thigh tight, like as if she was hugging a giant teddy bear for comfort and support, and rested her head down onto the hand of her other arm on the ground.
She kept her eyes looked onto his helmet as he jerked off.
"P-please can I have your cum?"
She suddenly asked, surprising the king a little.
"Uh?"
He paused for a moment.
"Please... May I have your cum? Please? I want it so bad..."
She sighed as she writhed underneath him.
It felt like just saying those words had made her feel even more starved and desperate for it than what she already was.
He chuckled, and continued to wank away.
"Please give me it... Please... I'm so hungry for it, so thirsty for your kingly cream... Please...!"
Her begging became more desperate, so unashamed.
"Oh I'll give it to you, don't you worry..."
He winked as he masturbated.
"Thank you... I need it so bad! Right on my mouth, right here...!"
She moved her hand and touched her lips with a fingertip, which she then licked in preparation.
"Please please please give me your cum... Cum all over me - please!"
Finally, she was given what she was begging for.
With a big pump, cum started to shoot out of him with such an awesome velocity.
The white creamy goop smacked hard against her skin.
Then another landed right on the top of her lip.
The sudden, almost vanilla-like smell overpowered her senses as cream splashed around her top lip, right under her nose.
It then dripped down into her mouth, while another load suddenly splashed hard directly onto her tongue.
"Oh my god!"
She sighed breathlessly as she was suddenly overwhelmed in creamy goodness.
Her eyes were closed as she wallowed in the amazing taste, and the feeling of hot jizz all over skin.
She felt little hot drips splash against her tits, almost like as if she was being sprayed in the hot fat of frying bacon.
She opened her eyes to look, and saw droplets of semi-transparent white cum painting her tits and nipples.
She was breathing so heavy as he was groaning with orgasmic pleasure.
One final pump of cum had landed on her cheek.
"Oh fuck! ...Oh my king...!"
She sighed in orgasmic pleasure at the overwhelming delight.
She laid there, wallowing in the tastes/smells as she swallowed what she could get, and wiped/licked the cum up off her skin with her fingers.
She even licked and sucked his own cummy fingers clean for him.
"Thank you so much!"
She kept repeating, amazed and completely tamed by his majestic cock and cum.
"May I clean you up, sir?"
She then politely asked as she eyed his cummy cock.
"Of course."
He replied.
With that, she lifted her head and took his cock back into her mouth once again, this time to more gently and lovingly clean with her tongue and lips until it was only shiny wet with the residue of her warm spit.
"Thank you."
She thanked him once again as he took his only slightly deflated cock out of her mouth, and she gave his helmet a strong kiss right on the tip.
"Don't thank me just yet, young lady."
He smiled as he stood up.
He stroked his wet cock a couple of times in his hand, which visibly stiffened out straight and rock hard again.
He then bent down, grabbing her wrist and ankle with both hands, and effortlessly turned her around onto her stomach.
She didn't even try to put up a fight as he then positioned himself behind her, and laid his broad muscly chest down against her back.
With his beard nestling on the back of her neck, he whispered firmly in her ear:
"I've only just begun to claim you..!"
And she let out a deep sigh as she felt her soaking wet pussy being suddenly penetrated by his huge thick prick!
Grabbing her wrists, he bent her arms back and pinned them down against her spine as he lifted himself up, and proceeded to fuck her raw, right there in the middle of that field.
Her intense cries of pleasure echoed around in the open sky as the smacking sounds of his lap against her shapely buttocks rang out with each and every powerful thrust.
He grabbed both wrists at the same time with just one mighty hand, pinning them just as strongly as before, and with his other hand, he wrapped her hair around his fist, and pushed her face down into the grass.
She only just about managed to turn her head a little to the side so as not to be in discomfort, and took the hard pounding like a real woman should.
Accepting his invading shaft, she quivered and came all over his cock, soaking it in litres of thin slightly-sticky juice.
"P-please - please - fuck - fuck!"
She panted hard between quick breaths as her pussy spasmed and gripped tight around his powerful cock, being completely dominated and claimed by it.
She couldn't get her words out as he fucked her senseless.
But they both knew, she was his now.
Nothing could change it now.
She was his.
Claimed...
After a long hard pounding, he roughly threw her over onto her back once more.
With a powerful roar, he pulled out of her soaking entrance, and wanking his throbbing shaft furiously, spewed cream all over her stomach.
Plenty of thick streams strayed from her tummy and sprayed instead over her pillowy tits, coating her hard as ice nipples in sticky splashes.
One strand ventured as far north as to land with a heavy splat against her lips, which she eagerly lapped up with a rolling lick.
She was panting as hard as he was.
Calmly writhing around on her back beneath him like a tamed b**st.
Softly purring...
Tamed and claimed...
He panted, catching his breath, resting his heavy fat cock against her dripping slot.
The heat radiating from it was so intense, it almost felt like it was burning his slowly deflating flesh.
After a very short breather, he stood up, towering above her once again.
He bent down, offering barely more than a grunt, as she submitted herself to his whims.
He grabbed her torn tunic, and wiped the cum off her body with it.
He then grabbed her arms, and with ease, picked her up to her feet before throwing her over his shoulder.
He then started to walk off with her.
"Where- Where are we going?"
She asked with an anxious stutter.
"You see those trees over yonder?"
He replied with a question of his own as he pointed to the woods at the edge of the field.
She tried to lift and turn her head to look in the direction they were heading.
"Yeah?"
She answered, unsure.
"Well I'm going to find a nice, tall strong trunk, and fuck you hard against it!"
He declared with a cheer.
"Oh, no!"
She gulped hard.
...But then, with a sigh as she rested her chin on her hand against his back, relaxing her body which softly bounced on his shoulder with his powerful strides, she quietly yet excitedly declared:
"Oh yes..!"
The end.
Avriella
- 24.05.2020
- 21
- 0
