The Son Of Ragnar

Herfjötur was taken to a room without resistance; despite being much bigger than the woman, she could not help but comply.

Herfjötur was flushed, she knew what was about to happen, but she had lost all control.

Something was alluring about Bergdis, something that made her brain stop working when she was around her. Despite Herfjötur being a dominant female both on the battlefield and in the bedroom, she found herself submitting as Bergdis descended from Asgard.

"You are so stiff, Herfjötur…." Bergdis muttered, and Herfjötur smiled.

"I am just a bit nervous. The last person I was with was Skarde…." Herfjötur said, sitting on the neatly laid bed, the room's scent was relaxing, but she could not discern what it was.

"Skarde is off fighting a war; you must be lonely…." Bergdis responded, sitting beside Herfjötur; Herfjötur could feel her hot breath brushing against her skin.

Bergdis had a body to die for; she was what one would call "thicc" in the modern day.

"... Very lonely…" Bergdis continued, and Herfjötur felt her hand on her thighs.

She gulped in anticipation because she knew how good Bergdis was with her hands.

"You want it, don't you?" Bergdis asked, waiting for Herfjötur to give her consent.

"Say it…" Bergdis's tone was gentle, her hand moving higher and higher with every second delay.

"I want it…." Herfjötur gave in, and the moment she did, Bergdis stopped and took off her hand from her thigh with a devious smirk.

"Beg for it…." Bergdis whispered; there was something about watching a Viking of her status beg for something she could get anywhere else, yet here she was, begging for it.

"C'mon Bergdis, I am already a wet mess!" Herfjötur called out in frustration, she got wet so fast, and that only showed how much she had lacked physical touch since Skarde went to fight a war. Bergdis laughed because Herfjötur had loosened up from her nervous state.

Bergdis returned to caressing her thighs, soliciting soft moans from the lips of the bulky Viking.

And there it was, her fingers slipped right into Herfjötur; she was tight despite her size.

Bergdis' fingers danced inside her, and Herfjötur did not even try to hold in her moans.

It felt like a symphony; she hit notes that singers would envy.

"You are getting too excited…." Bergdis said, but the truth was Herfjötur's moans got her excited as well; she was soaking wet.

"I have a surprise for you…." Bergdis muttered, removing her fingers from Herfjötur, and for her to stop mid-way, the surprise had to be good.

"Come in…" Bergdis commanded, and someone entered the room; he was stark naked as Bergdis gestured for him to step forward, and the man timidly complied.

He was a young man no less than twenty-four with a face that only a mother could love, but he had one of the most enormous dicks that Herfjötur had seen.

"He is magnificent, is he not?" Bergdis whispered in Herfjötur, taking the devil's place on her shoulder. Herfjötur only had thoughts of what it would be like inside of her.

The man was shy and did not know what to do; he had to be commanded and guided, and that was where Herfjötur came in. Bergdis wanted to watch her.

"Go on, Herfjötur; he is all yours…." Bergdis encouraged her; Bergdis was now positioned behind her, planting gent;e kisses on her neck.

Bergdis' hands were not idle; she grabbed Herfjötur's breasts, sneaking her hands into her clothing before ripping it open to reveal them bare.

The man could not believe such a body was on a muscular woman.

"Oh, it looks like he likes what he sees, Herfjötur," Bergdis whispered in her ear regarding the erection before them. He was not only a shower but a grower as well.

Before Herfjötur knew it, her hands were around his dick, stroking it slowly and delicately.

"That's right, Herfjötur. Can you feel it throb in your hands?" Bergdis whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

They listened to him whimper as he thrust his hips back and forth within her hands.

There was something about his dick; it was slippery, meaning he had applied some ointment before coming in; he kept thrusting back and forth helplessly until Herfjötur gripped his dick firmly, sending a jolt of pain through his spine.

"Who said you could pleasure yourself?" Herfjötur said; she had a mad look on her face.

"That's it, tell him what to do…." Bergdis said, slipping her fingers into herself as she watched Herfjötur have her way with her "man-toy" she touched herself to the sight.

"I-I am sorry, mistress…." The man pleaded, and Herfjötur continued to stroke it, but she was more aggressive, and this aggression only brought him closer to an orgasm.

She could tell he wanted to climax by his body language, his dick responded to the intense simulation, and just before he could cum, Herfjötur blocked his pee-hole with her thumb.

She kept stroking his shaft so his dick would remain sensitive to stimulation and making sure the cum shot would be massive as preventing it only made sure he would erupt like a volcano. She did not allow him to cum, and the helpless look on his face gave her pussy a heartbeat.

She could hear Bergdis moaning beside her, and she had an idea the moment she saw this.

Herfjötur directed his dick toward Bergdis, and like a locked barrel, she removed her finger, and an insane amount of cum drenched Bergdis.

Bergdis was surprised as she opened her eyes to see what it was, and she smirked when she realized what Herfjötur had done.

The man was panting and huffing, but he was still hard as steel, not nearly satisfied with the amount he had let out. Bergdis had edged him for days prior, never letting him once finish because there was something about him when he finished.

Once he cums, it flips a switch in him, and Herfjötur is about to learn first-hand why Bergdis brought him in.