The Son Of Ragnar

Herfjötur was surprised he was still as hard as a rock, but not only that, his demeanor changed the moment he let out that first shot.

"You…" He muttered under his breath. Herfjötur raised a brow because she could see his dick throbbing like crazy; he must still be sensitive, considering he just came.

Herfjötur yawned, but the moment she yawned, he jammed his dick right into her mouth, and the look of shock on her face conveyed her surprise perfectly.

Bergdis giggled, this was precisely what she was waiting for, and she wanted to see how Herfjötur responded. Herfjötur knew they were having a moment, and he might have gotten carried away, but this was a bit sudden.

It could barely fit in her mouth, it felt like he would dislocate her jaw, and soon it reached the back of her throat, sliding seamlessly like a well-oiled engine. Herfjötur had to push him away so she could catch her breath. This man had no intention of pulling his dick out, and she looked him right in the eyes to see if he was the same person, an absurd action considering he did not leave her sight, but the drastic switch in personality was what made her uneasy.

"What do you thi-!" Herfjötur was interrupted as Bergdis had slipped something in her mouth mid-dialogue, choking her in the process, but she swallowed it all up.

"Don't worry, that is an aphrodisiac to get you as excited as my toy here…" Bergdis whispered in her ears before grabbing her hands and holding them firmly behind her back.

This made it difficult for Herfjötur to resist physically as this aphrodisiac also made her far more sensitive regarding being touched in her more private areas.

Herfjötur felt her legs being spread, she was already soaking wet and could do little to nothing to resist, and the man was much more tender.

"That is right, surrender yourself. Let us make one more memory together…." Bergdis whispered in her ear, her fingers gently twisting the nipples of Herfjötur.

They were so hard, and the man immediately plunged his tongue into her pussy.

Herfjötur's back arched; it slithered like a sea snake in her, and the odd movement made her clutch the bedsheets, almost ripping them apart.

She was feeling it, this felt better than it needed to be, and she had what Bergdis slipped her to thank; it felt like she was experiencing a divine epiphany. She could feel herself getting closer to the big O, and with Bergdis stimulating her nipples, it only heightened what she was experiencing. She grabbed him by the head and forced his tongue deeper inside her.

He could not breathe, but she did not care much about it; all she cared about was her pleasure.

It did not take long for her to have the messiest orgasm right in his mouth before letting go of his head simultaneously, her legs were shaking like she was having a seizure, but he did not allow her to regain herself. What she felt next was something hard making its way inside her.

"There it is…." Bergdis said, leaving Herfjötur's side, allowing her to fall flat.

The man could not help himself, moaning as he slid more of his shaft inside Herfjötur.

Her inner walls clamped on his tight, constricting, but the wetness made it easy for him to slide it in her.

He felt like cumming the moment he was in her, but the man was grateful he had cummed moments ago. He slowly slid his dick out until it was just the tip in before thrusting his whole length in her aggressively.

Herfjötur moaned like a wild beast, and Bergdis did not want to be a bystander anymore. She got involved, stripping stark naked to reveal a body that would make any man drool.

"Lie down," Bergdis instructed the man that was fucking Herfjötur's brains out, but he was too caught up with how good she felt; it took Bergdis grabbing him by the neck and throwing him on the bed to snap him back to reality.

"Do not lose yourself; you are still my toy…." Bergdis reminded him of his place, and his dick was dripping with Herfjötur's juices; it was glistering even.

Herfjötur caught her breath, she had no idea how she got into this situation, but she loved it.

Both ladies looked at each other and smirked, they proceeded to suck the man off, but it was not just one mouth; it was both of them.

They put their lips together and began sliding it up and down his shaft as he squirmed.

"Ah! Fuck!" He finally spoke; they had taken back control. This was the best day of his life. To think he would get to fuck Herfjötur, the excellent shield maiden, was something that he could not process mentally.

That thought alone nearly made him cum, and he shot it right in the air, falling like rain on both the faces of Herfjötur and Bergdis.

He was out of breath and felt like his heart would give out at any moment because of how intense it had gotten. He thought it was over as he reverted to his timid self.

He looked at the ceiling, satisfied, but what he saw next was someone standing above him.

"Eh?" He muttered in confusion, only for Herfjötur to sit on his face; her size and mass made his face feel like it would collapse at any moment.

He was suffocating and felt his dick sliding into something wet, warm, and tight. The squishy feeling made his dick want to melt in it.

At that moment, he realized he did not have the stamina to keep up with them.

-

Ulrik was seated in a cell. He was dehydrated and looked terrible, but he was not the only one in this cell. In it sat a man in silence; he had sunken eyes and barely looked alive.

It almost felt like they were doing the bare minimum to keep him alive; he was mutilated and had missing limbs.

"You… You are... I know you, don't I?" Ulrik asked rhetorically, but this man was but an empty husk.

He had absolutely zero awareness of himself or the people around him.

There was no doubt about who it was; it was Arvid.