A Darker Flame: Viking Pussy (Erotic Fiction)

This fiction is sort of inspired by antics inside the Orkney Saga: my favourite pre-Medieval fiction after Dante Aligheri’s Inferno. We think of superheroes as figures that possess unhuman abilities or characteristics, but the original hero was “a man who is blessed with great bravery and strength, and whom is famed for his fearless exploits.” And they don’t come much braver, stronger and fearless than those Vikings who settled on the wildest part of the Atlantic: an ideal location for a “super”-hero. 😉

His sword clattered onto the stone floor, looking at the eighteen-year-old wrapped in her warm furs. “David? Shouldn’t you be at the battle?”

It’s over. He sent me awa’,” the young warrior shouted indignantly. “He didn’t want me at the pillaging!” His eyes sparked angrily as his thick blood-stained coat fell to the floor. “Your father made me walk back with Aemir. No horses.”

Ingrid pulled the fur blankets tightly around her shoulders, watching her favourite combatant from her father’s army ruffle his hair. “Was fifty Hebridian for every one of us,” he barked, massaging the top of his left arm and smearing blood onto his hands. “I slay two hundred of the traitors. And I …” He threw his stained shirt against the wall in anger, sitting down on the ramshackle bed in the corner of the imposing building. “There’ll be a feast tonight.”

She smiled, massaging the tops of his shoulders with her firm hands. “A feast,” she cooed, and kissed his neck, allowing the fur blanket to fall from her body. “You couldn’t go to a wee feast without some pillaging first.” He grunted, as Olivir’s youngest daughter pressed her fingers into his muscle, causing him to groan softly. “Nice?”

David snorted derisively; the teenage beauty pushed her bare breasts against his back and slid her hands down his body, pressing against his animal-skin kilt and wrapping her fingers around his stiffening cock. “You could do some pillaging here,” she whispered, her voice quivering with lust.

He gulped; the consequences of fucking the youngest daughter of Olivir would be certain death; he had led his army to murdering several thousand of his enemies and would not blink twice at crushing any man for plundering the purity of his favourite daughter.

Be like it was last week,” she promised. “Or the week before.” Her fingers pressed against his firm manhood, causing him to shudder. “Every other man is getting lots of Scottish pussy right now,” she teased. “Probably seven or eight women deep. Sliding in and out of their desperate holes, as they claim their reward for the victory. For the slaughter of the nackets and cowards.”

He groaned, wriggling on the bed, as her hands slid up and down his cock. His mind whirred. “Ingrid,” he croaked. “We …”

You’ve earned it,” she suggested. “You deserve to claim your reward. And if my father takes it from you, you should claim it from him. From his family. You must have a prize. You must ravage a young maiden and …”

I couldn’t.”

You must. Or Odin won’t let you into Valhalla.” She pressed her bare flesh against his back while running her left hand through his chest hair. “And this cock deserves some Scottish pussy. You …”

Ingrid,” he cried, leaping to his feet, and ripping his hand away from him. “Tease me and …” His eyes focused on the naked girl, her plentiful pubic hair winking suggestively at him, and without thinking of the dire aftermath if they were caught, slid his kilt to his feet, and grabbed the young lady’s ankles, prising them apart.

She whimpered as his cock slid along her sodden crack, groaning as he lifted her ankles onto his shoulder. He grunted, ramming deep into her as she squealed with every thrust. Her body rocked, shaken by the strong thighs driving his cock into her teenage pussy.

He watched her heaving breasts, and glazed eyes, he heard her exited mews and desperate squeals and savoured her clenching pussy squeezing his intruding dick.

He pressed his strong hand on her breast-bone, leaning over the writhing woman as the young warrior ravished her mercilessly and passionately. She panted, delighting in the uncontrollable lust of her brave warrior as her body burtled towards the mystical explosion of ecstasy she was desperate to experience again. Her stretched cunt twitched and tingled, desperately sensitive and flowing with hedonistic lust with every thrust of her beau’s firm cock.

She howled, yelling promises to Freyja and other goddesses, as her body convulsed around his rampant masculinity. Her orgasm bubbled slowly to the surface: her body tossed aside like a longship in an Atlantic storm as her climax overpowered her senses with extraordinary sensations.

David groaned, pressing his cock deep into her unprotected cunt, and with spasming legs around his ears, came into her soft teenage pussy.

She smiled at him, leaning back on his haunches. “Don’t know why you needed to go plundering,” she teased. “You have everything here!”

I’ll get killed if Olivir knows,” he muttered as the gates to the building thundered open. David swore, frantically dressing alongside the young Viking lady, and they hurried to the imposing hall.

A thousand victories,” Olivir shouted, toasting his success amongst his clanspeople, soldiers and several severed heads of their enemies in the packed room. “David!” He shouted as the young man joined the revelry. “Get him a drink!” David forced a smile as a flagon of alcohol was thrust towards him.

David nodded.

I nearly forgot.” He roared, taking his sword and swinging it wildly against the neck of Aemir. “’E fucked my daughter without a wedding first,” he shouted to his assembled band of soldiers watching silently, and stared at David holding his drink. The Earl looked towards the youngest of his three young ladies at the long table and picked up the severed head, dripping with blood, before tossing it to the nervous young man. “David. Put that on the gate!” He bellowed. “Let that be a reminder to you all.”

Ingrid shook her head as David left the room. “Dad? Did you have to do that?”

He’s a Sassenach,” the fearless leader shouted. “No loss.”

But David’ll never ask me if you keep scaring him,” she thundered angrily, and crossed her arms. “And when can I go to the battles?”

When you have a husband there,” he joked amongst rowdy laughter. “And where’s my grandchildren.”

Ingrid patted her belly. “Brewing,” she said with a smirk. “Maybe.” 

A Darker Flame

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  1. I love that you twisted the prompt…. It always interests me to see what people ‘see’ when they read the prompt and you did something very different and yet it still fits perfectly

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