The Son Of Ragnar



Things were moving quickly around the world with less than 14 days left before the expedition in England. 

Ragnar found himself in quite the dilemma and this was in the form of Aslaug. 

Aslaug had to be the most beautiful woman that Ragnar laid eyes on, he could not believe how smooth her skin was. 

She had a sharp jawline and Ragnar melted in her pitch-black eyes. 

He tried to look away but Aslaug held his head in place, her beautiful brown hair dancing over her shoulder.

"If you do not want this King Ragnar, all you have to do is say so but I believe the gods had a reason for putting you in my dreams.." Aslaug said, Ragnar felt all his strength leave his body. 

He could not cheat yet the thought of him being with Aslaug did not sound like a bad idea either.

Ragnar took a deep breath, grabbing Aslaug but the shoulder as he moved her back gently. 

"I am married…" Ragnar stopped her before it could go any further, his body betrayed him as the erection he had was visible and one could say the dream he had played a very important role in this. 

"You are also a King…" Aslaug whispered, walking back to Ragnar. 

"And you can do…" She said, pausing as she looked at him right in his blue eyes.

"... whatever you want…" She said as she gradually moved in for a kiss. 

Ragnar was stunned that she was this direct, he would have never guessed it, she always gave a modest impression. 

Aslaug knew all she needed was a little push but she also wanted Ragnar to crave her as bad and the best way to do that was to give him something to think about. 

"Your hands could wander anywhere on my body, you could put your fingers in me if you please, or ask me to get on my knees and worship you like the King that you are…" Aslaug's hot breath was coming closer and closer. Ragnar took a deep breath and put an end to her advances.

"That is enough. I love my wife. " Ragnar said, pulling away and walking away. 

"I do not want your heart, King Ragnar. I just want your cock and it seems it wants me too." Aslaug said, her mouth-watering and Ragnar knew he wanted it as much. 

Aslaug, however, knew now was the time to stop as she had already made her intentions clear with this. 

She was partly impressed that Ragnar remained faithful to Lagertha even though she was younger and far more beautiful than the shield maiden but there was one thing that was the problem. 

Ragnar wanted more sons and Lagertha seemed to have a problem conceiving children as they have been trying, even after Bjorn was born. 

"Whenever your cock decides it needs a sheathe, I will be for three days, King Ragnar…" Aslaug said before walking out but only after wearing her veil. 

Ragnar could not believe what had just happened but he thanked the gods that he was able to resist the temptation in the form of Aslaug.

Ragnar barely held his own but now he had to fight his inner demons to resist her temptation.

Was that dream just a coincidence or was it some sort of premonition? Did the gods already decide that he would sleep with Aslaug?

Ragnar was lost in his head, just as Aslaug intended.

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Aslaug walked out of the throne room and the warriors stole glances at her figure for she had a banging body even beneath all that layer of clothes.

Aslaug met up with her maiden outside, who was curious to hear how it went. 

"It worked, I am certain King Ragnar had a dream about me last night," Aslaug said proudly as she had instigated it. But that was because she did. 

Aslaug wore a very distinctive perfume, one that oozed only from her body as people associated that smell with her and she had bribed one of Ragnar's guards to put that perfume in his room right before he got in. 

This was a harmless request so the Viking thought nothing of it, during Ragnar's slumber, he inhaled the faint smell and that was what triggered the dream. 

Of course, the chances of him dreaming of her were exceedingly lower than actually dreaming of her but the gods were on her side. 

"As expected of Lady Aslaug, so King Ragnar is yours?" The maiden asked. 

"You are too hasty but King Ragnar did resist me…" Aslaug said with a giggle. 

"T-That is impossible!" The maiden fired back. 

"King Ragnar is a man that makes the impossible happen, I want him…" Aslaug muttered with a sinister grin beneath her veil. 

".... And I will get him," Aslaug muttered to herself.

It was strange that she wanted Ragnar considering far more powerful men wanted her hand in marriage.

Ragnar might have a reputation but his wealth was severely limited so he could not even compare financially to them. 

The Viking that had helped them came into view, he was afar, waiting in front of an abandoned house.

"Go reward our friend…Eva," Aslaug told her maiden and she took a deep breath upon hearing Aslaug say this before exhaling. 

They both knew he would come in handy in the future so it was best to wrap a leash around his neck while they still could and what better way than sex?

The women from her place prided themselves in sex as they had found a way to weaponize. 

Good pussy will entrap any man once he has a taste of it, and that was exactly what this warrior was about to get. 

He waved down Eva, and Eva was ready to give this man the best sex he would ever have in his life. 

Aslaug's sexual history was unknown but how she was preserved and presented.

One could naturally assume that she was a virgin but was this truly the case?