Sizzling sexual adventure in the old Viking tradition!
A hard-core saga of sex and violence about lusty men and women whose red-hot passions spill over every page!
Meet Astrid and Ingrid, the sex-starved teen-aged virgin daughters of King Brian! Astrid was blonde and beautiful, waiting for her hero to come and claim her cherry! Ingrid was dark and sultry, and many men were to die before her passions were stilled!
Meet Gunnar and Hakin, the Viking warriors who come from across the sea to win to the hearts and maidenheads of these sensual princesses-and thrill to the battles these Vikings fight to carry their lovers away with them!
Follow the story of these passionate people who fuck as though each screw could be the last and fight every battle to the bitter death! Cock-strokes and sword-strokes echo through every page, surging through to the explosive climax where lust and vengeance merge into unforgettable action!
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
If King Brian of the Orkney Islands had known his daughter Princess Ingrid was about to surrender her virginity to one of his young retainers, he would have been furious.
Of course Brian's younger daughter, Princess Astrid, knew all about what her sister was up to. Astrid did not fully approve of Ingrid's intentions, but she loved her sister too much to betray her to their father.
The beautiful girls were in Ingrid's chamber, discussing Ingrid's plan.
"My mind is completely made up!" Ingrid insisted. "I shall let Hakon screw me as much as he wants, until I get pregnant. If I'm knocked up, Father will have to let me marry Hakon then!"
Ingrid was seventeen, and very lovely, with long dark hair and smoldering brown eyes. Her young breasts were proud and full, and Ingrid liked to wear gowns with low-cut necklines to show them off. Her legs were long and slender, but her ass was round and ample. Many of her father's liegemen had wooed her, but it was handsome young Hakon the Icelander who had won her heart. Ingrid was anxious to wed her lover and leave her father's stern household, but King Briann believed young Hakon not of high enough birth to wed his daughter.
"Sister, your plan is very dangerous!" advised Astrid. "If Father discovers that Hakon has become your lover, he will surely kill him!"
Astrid, fifteen, was as fair as her sister was dark, but no less beautiful. Her long blonde hair hung straight to her round little ass, and her young breasts swelled appealingly under her silk gown. Astrid had clear blue eyes, and her legs were as long and slender as her sister's. Many of her father's bold warriors had tried to woo young Astrid, but the lovely princess claimed to have no interest yet in the opposite sex.
"Father will not discover until it is too late, and then he will have to accept Hakon as his son-in-law!" Ingrid laughed.
"Please be very careful, Sister!" Astrid cautioned. "There are many who would be jealous of Hakon should they suspect, and they would be quick to carry word to Father!"
Ingrid listened to her sister with half an ear, because her attention was concentrated on preparing her lovely virgin body for her lover.
The beautiful princess first stripped down to her pretty white skin. Astrid couldn't help looking at her sister's fine body.
"The hair on your pussy is as dark as a raven!"
Astrid said. "But mine is the color of gold!"
Ingrid stood in front of a full-length mirror of polished bronze. She cupped her hands under her large breasts and lifted them upward, making the nipples stick out, brown against her light skin.
Opening jars and pots of oils and ungents, Ingrid perfumed and oiled her shapely limbs. Spreading and bending her knees, she tried to look at her cunt in the mirror.
"I wish I knew whether to expect great pain when I surrender my maidenhead to my beloved Hakon!" she said. She went to her bed and laid down with her legs open. "Try to look up my slit, Sister, and see if you can spy my cherry."
Pretty blonde Astrid knelt between her sister's separated legs. She looked at the external folds of Ingrid's vagina.
"I can't see anything!" she said.
"Maybe this will help!" Ingrid put her white hands between her thighs and gently opened up the lips of her crack so that her sister could see the bright pink flesh inside. "Now can you see anything?"
"Mmmmm. Let me see... "
Flattered by the attention it was getting, Ingrid's little pussy was getting excited. It started to swell open with passion, which aided Astrid's investigations.
The younger sister probed gingerly into Ingrid's slit with her slim finger.
"Does that hurt?" Astrid asked.
"Oh, no!" Ingrid said. "Don't stop!"
Ingrid's little cunt started to flow with her slippery sex-nectars, making it easier for Astrid's finger to explore. Astrid stuck her finger up farther into her sister's slit, and Ingrid started to squirm with passion.
"I think I just found your maidenhead!" Astrid said. "Anyway, something just stopped my finger!"
"Oooohhh, yes! It feels really good! Push a little harder!"
Astrid pushed, wiggling her finger in her sister's twat, and then she exclaimed: "Oh! There's a hole in it! I just pushed my finger through it, and now I can put it almost all the way in!"
"Ooooohhh, shit, yes! I can tell!" Ingrid sighed. "Please don't take it out just yet!"
Astrid flexed her finger, stirring her sister's vagina and making her moan and writhe with desire. She tried stroking her finger in and out of Ingrid's cunt, and the dark-haired princess whimpered with pleasure.
"You're getting very wet in there!" Astrid observed. "Does this feel good?"
"Ooohhh, no shit! It's really great!" Ingrid sighed. "Please diddle me some more with your finger, Sister!"
Laying naked on her bed, lovely Ingrid was squirming with passion. Her brown nipples had grown erect with sexual stimulation, and her long limbs were trembling with pleasure.
"I hope it feels this good when Hakon pops my cherry!" she giggled.
Ingrid's shapely ass squirmed on the bed, and she humped her pretty little pussy up and down in time with the strokes of her sister's finger.
"Are you going to have an orgasm?" Astrid asked.
"Oh, I really want to!" Ingrid said. "Would you mind frigging me until I come?"
"No," Astrid said. The younger girl wasn't willing to admit it, but she was getting aroused from playing with Ingrid's cunt. "What's this?" she asked, touching Ingrid's clitoris.
"Ooohh-oohh-oohhhhh!" Ingrid panted voluptuously. "Oh, that's my clitoris, little sister! My passion button! Please rub that while you frig my slit with your finger!"
"Clitoris?" Astrid said, caressing the tiny button. "How did you find out about that?"
"Hakon showed me!" Ingrid sighed. "Two nights ago he made me have my climax by touching me there!"
Astrid shivered at the thought. She had never had an orgasm, and the idea frightened and attracted her at the same time.
"Your clitoris gets bigger when I play with it!" Astrid noticed.
"Ooohhh, yes, and it feels better and better! Do it faster, Astrid!" Ingrid pleaded.
The pretty little blonde moved her fingers faster and faster between her sister's legs. Ingrid's cunt was now swollen open with passion, over-flowing with slick juices, and Astrid giggled as her sister squirmed and moaned. The younger sister used Ingrid's slick fluids to lubricate Ingrid's red little clit.
Suddenly Astrid had an idea of her own. Bending down even closer to Ingrid's crotch, Astrid stuck out her little pink tongue and playfully licked her sister's throbbing clit.
"Ooohhh, fuck! Shit, that feels great!" Ingrid panted. "Oohh, yes, please eat my cunt! Lick my clit, Astrid, and make me come!" Astrid ran her tongue up and down Ingrid's slit, very fast and tenderly, and soon the older sister was gasping and writhing with uncontrollable passion.
"Yes, ooooohhh, yes, yes! Lick my come-button!" Ingrid cried.
Licking feverishly at Ingrid's clit, Astrid also moved her finger faster in her sister's cunt. The younger sister could tell Ingrid was approaching orgasm.
"Eat me! Lick me! Suck me!" Ingrid sobbed. "Oh, baby sister, lick me hard and fast, and make me come in your mouth!"
Astrid concentrated on stimulating her sister's sex organs, until the sensations were so overwhelming that Ingrid abandoned herself to her lust, and rolled convulsively on the bed.
"Oooooh, fuck! Shit! Cunt!" Ingrid screamed. "Here I come, baby sister! my orgasm is starting!"
Waves of intense sexual pleasure thrilled through Ingrid's beautiful young body, and her pussy contracted with the sensations of orgasm. Astrid giggled when she felt Ingrid's little virgin cunt tighten around her finger.
"I'm coming!" Ingrid groaned. "Oh, shit, this feels so good! Oh, fuck, I love to come!"
Astrid maintained her stimulation until her sister's orgasm had completely passed and the lovely dark-haired older sister was laying relaxed on the bed, panting for breath.
"Oh, thank you, sister!" Ingrid breathed. "I can't tell you how good that was! Do you want me to do it to you?"
Astrid shook her head shyly. "No, thank you." she said. But the younger sister could feel the slick wetness between her legs, and she secretly longed for sexual satisfaction.
"I must continue to prepare for my lover!" Ingrid said, getting off the bed. The pretty girl put on a long gown of the sheerest silk, that showed all the best features of her beautiful body. "Do you like this gown?"
"It's very nice!" Astrid said. "I can clearly see your nipples through it, and even the dark hair on your pussy! I'm sure it will drive Hakon to distraction, and you shall get whatever you want from him!"
"Oh, I hope so!" Ingrid said. She started combing out her long dark hair. "I do so want to lose my virginity tonight!"
Then a soft knock sounded at the chamber door.
"It's Hakon!" Ingrid said. "That's his knock!"
Astrid jumped up. She gave her sister Ingrid a kiss, and then slipped out the door leading to her own chamber, closing the door behind her.
But Astrid couldn't find anything in her chamber to occupy her mind. She did some sewing by candle light, but her heart wasn't in it, and before long she pricked her finger with the needle, and threw the sewing down in disgust. She then tried to read a chapter out of a book of Icelandic poetry, but that failed to hold her interests any better.
Finally Astrid had to admit to herself that she was intensely interested in what was going on next door in Ingrid's room. The lovely blonde teenager went up to the adjoining door and pushed it open a crack, scanning Ingrid's room with a squinting eye.
Hakon Erikson was a strong, capable young warrior, the son of a wealthy land-owning family in Iceland. Someday he would go back to Iceland and inherit his father's estates, but now he was spending his youth in the manner of many young men of his social class-during the brief summer he and his friends sailed off on far-ranging Viking raids, and in the winter they served as retainers in the courts of powerful earls and kings.
When Astrid started peeking, Hakon had thrown off his leather cloak and was seated beside Ingrid on the bed. The young man was clearly stunned by the beauty that was revealed by the young girl's silk gown.
"I do not think I have ever seen you looking so lovely, my beloved!" Hakon said. "I long to kiss your wine-colored lips, but I fear it would not be an honorable thing to do, since we happen to be alone together here in your private chamber!"
"May the gods forbid that anything should happen to stain our reputations!" Ingrid agreed. "But don't you think our honor could survive one little kiss?"
The lovely princess leaned back on her velvet cushions, and her round young breasts stood up invitingly. Hakon could clearly make out the nipples through the clinging silk, and it didn't take him long to decide to chance a small kiss.
"I don't suppose one tiny kiss would hurt anything," he said.
But Ingrid had no intention of stopping with one kiss, so she made sure the kiss was a persuasive one. As soon as bold Hakon had pressed his mouth to hers, she opened her soft lips and started caressing his mouth with her tongue. Her slender white arms encircled the handsome youth's neck and she pressed her lovely body against him.
"Oh, my love, how sweet are your lips!" Hakon moaned.
"Taste them again!" Ingrid sighed.
Again their mouths met, and again Ingrid pressed her warm body against Hakon's, until the lad could feel his manly organ stirring in his trousers.
"Your body is warm and soft, my lady!" he breathed. "And-forgive me, my love, for saying this, but your breasts are the most beautiful things I have ever seen!"
"Then if you have any love for me you must touch them!" Ingrid whispered, "for they long for your caresses!"
Hakon's trembling hand approached his beloved's tits, and Ingrid seized his broad hand with her own small fingers and forced it to touch her quivering breast.
"Caress my breasts, my lover!" Ingrid sighed.
Thoughts of his personal honor rose briefly to the surface of Hakon's mind, but were instantly washed away in a flood of lust. The handsome young Viking closed his palm carefully over his beloved's tit, feeling her nipple pressing into his palm.
"Stroke it with your fingers!" Ingrid coaxed. "See how the nipple stands up when you fondle it?"
"Oh, yes! It's so beautiful!" Hakon admired. "I can't tell you how long I have dreamed of taking your soft firm breasts in my hands! I have even-and I blush to tell you this-I have even dreamed of kissing them with my lips!"
Twisting on the bed and squirming her body still more voluptuously against her lover's, Ingrid pulled the shoulder of her gown down her arm, exposing one naked breast.
"Kiss it if you dare!" she teased. "I don't mind!"
Hakon bent his head eagerly to the task. He stuck out his tongue and tenderly licked Ingrid's sweet breast, until the nipple was quite stiff with passion.
"You may suck my nipple, Hakon!" Ingrid whispered.
The muscular young man opened his mouth and sucked Ingrid's brown nipple into his lips, caressing it with his tongue. The lovely dark-haired girl squirmed with pleasure, her breath rate increasing as she became more aroused.
"Suck my nipple! Suck them both!" she said, also pulling down the other side of her gown to reveal her other lovely breast. Hakon moved his lips from one nipple to the other, until they were both erect with joy.
Ingrid caressed his curly blond hair and whispered into his ear. "Did you know, my dear Hakon, that it makes me feel wet and excited between my thighs when you suck my nipples like that?"
In fact, Hakon knew that very well, since he had already touched Ingrid's pussy on two previous occasions, but it made him thrill with delight to hear the words come from her lips.
"Forgive me, my love," he said, "but I absolutely must touch your sweet pussy!"
Ingrid's passionate squirming had already brought her skirt up over her knees, and now she reached down and pulled it almost up to her waist. Hakon put his hand on the top of her thigh, and she giggled with passion.
"Touch me if you want, my love!" she whispered. 'I like it!"
Hakon tenderly brushed his palm over her full round pussy mound, delighting in the feel of her soft curly cunt hairs on his hands. Ingrid giggled and squirmed.
"You can touch my clitoris again if you want to!" she said, spreading her lovely white thighs.
Beginning himself to pant with passion, Hakon slipped his hand down between the tops of Ingrid's thighs and started to explore her young pink crack.
"In truth, there is wetness between your legs!" he sighed.
"All for you, my love!" Ingrid crooned.
Hakon moistened his fingers in the slick nectars oozing from Ingrid's pink slit, and then started to caress her little lust button. Ingrid gasped with joy, her pretty ass squirming on the bed.
"Your little come-button is getting harder as I fondle it!" Hakon laughed.
"Ooohhh, yes I can feel it!" Ingrid sighed. "It fills my crotch with the most thrilling sensations when you rub me like that!"
Then Princess Ingrid did something she had never done before-she reached for her lover's groin and started to feel him through his trousers!
Hakon gasped and squirmed. Never had his lover approached him in this way, and he wasn't sure what to do! But Ingrid took the matter into her own hands, and soon found the bone button that fastened his trousers.
"I want to feel your powerful manhood!" she whispered. "Many days now have I longed to stroke your manly cock!"
Ingrid unfastened the last button and Hakon's stiff cock sprang out into her soft hand, which instantly embraced it in a thrilling caress. Hakon's loins trembled with pleasure as Ingrid's soft fingers began to slide the skin up and down the stiff shaft.
"Oooohhh, by the gods, my sweet love!" Hakon shivered. "The touch of your soft hand on my manly dick will drive me berserk with desire, and I may not be able to control myself!"
Sweet Ingrid laughed upon hearing this warning, and her soft fingertips started to caress the swelling knob of Hakon's cock, for the princess knew that part to be specially sensitive.
Brave Hakon shuddered with desire, his loins turning to water under Ingrid's hot caresses. The lovely girl enlarged her explorations to include the warrior's testicles, and Hakon gasped and squirmed with King Brian's older daughter fondling his quivering balls in her soft, warm hands.
"Please don't forget to rub my cunt!" Ingrid chided. Hakon had become so lost in his pleasure that he had quite forgotten his responsibilities to his lady, and now he renewed his tender caresses to Ingrid's little clitoris.
And so the two lovers caressed and petted each other's organs of sexual pleasure, until they were both extremely aroused. The princess' little virgin twat was flowing generously with her slick pleasure-fluids, and clear droplets of love-juice were even leaking from the twitching piss-slit of Hakon's cock, as Ingrid's supple fingers tickled and teased his swollen knob.
"Oooohh, my sweet beloved!" Ingrid sighed. "If I asked you sweetly, would you do me a favor out of kindness?"
"Anything, my love!" he swore. "Only name it!"
"I have an itch that I would have you scratch, my love, with your strong hands.
"Where is it? I shall banish it immediately! Between your lovely shoulder blades?"
"No, my love! It's between my lovely thighs. Strike deep with your finger, my beloved, for I fear I shall die of distraction if this itch is not stilled!"
Hakon put his hand where his lady indicated, and she herself took one of her hands away from the caressing of his genitals to help with the spreading of her vaginal lips.
"Oooohh, yes! Open my pussy," sighed the princess, whose soft vaginal tissues were quite inflamed with passion. "Put your finger up inside me, for it's there that I itch and cannot scratch!"
"But what about your tender maidenhead?" asked the noble Hakon.
"Perhaps it's that that itches!" Ingrid moaned, squirming. "Stick your finger in and find out."
Bold Hakon tenderly penetrated his beloved's slit lips with his finger, and the lovely dark-haired girl writhed with delight. Her hand tightened around his cock, making him thrill with pleasure even as he tickled her cherry.
"I have touched your maidenhead, my lady!" he said. "It would be dishonorable to go farther."
"Then you do not truly love me!" fretted the squirming maiden. "I shall be driven to insanity by this terrible itching in my pussy, and you shall be completely to blame! And to think I thought you loved me!"
His heart melted along with his resolve, Hakon bravely pushed farther, until his thick finger had penetrated through Ingrid's cherry. The lovely girl twitched with delight, and lovingly jacked her lover's twitching cock.
"Have I scratched it, then?" he asked, wiggling his finger inside Ingrid's tight wet vagina.
"Oooohh, almost, my darling! You're getting very close! Try to go a little deeper, and you'll have it!" she giggled.
Hakon pushed gently with his hand until the entire length of his manly finger was buried deep inside Ingrid's tight virgin cunt. The brave Viking warrior flexed his finger until his beloved was purring with pleasure, and rewarding him for his efforts by caressing his balls while jacking his dick.
"Is that enough, my love?" noble Hakon asked. "Is your itch now satisfied?"
But to his surprise, Ingrid's purrs turned once again to a whimpering complaint, and the lovely girl writhed in his arms.
"Oh, no, I fear it is not!" she whined. "I thought you had it for a moment, but now I can tell the true seat of the itch is higher still up my pussy!"
"But, my lover!" Hakon stammered, "I have no more finger left to give you!"
"Oooohhh, damn your quibbling!" Princess Ingrid whimpered, fretting and writhing on the bed. "You must cure me of this unbearable itching! If your finger won't do, then use something longer!"
The inflamed princess threw her arms around her lover and pulled him over on top of her warm soft body, opening her legs so his slim flanks could slip between her white spread thighs.
"Oooohh, Hakon! Fuck me, you thick-headed Viking ox!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Put your big cock up inside my tight, wet little pussy, and fuck me until I don't itch anymore!"
If Hakon had any thoughts left about his honor, he didn't bother voicing them. How could a gentleman refuse his lady what she so passionately begged him for? Especially when the lady had his cock firmly in her hands, guiding it straight to her waiting slit?
Ingrid threw her legs around Hakon's thighs as if to prevent his escape, and directed the throbbing knob of his cock to her wet swollen vaginal lips. Once Hakon felt her soft slit lips caressing his pulsating penis, he forgot he ever knew anything about honor, and with one gentle shove deprived the delighted lady of her maidenhead.
"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Now you're getting closer! Push a little higher, and you will have satisfied this itch I've had so long."
Proud Hakon pushed his hips forward, and the swollen knob of his cock ploughed through virgin territory. The caresses of her soft pussy flesh on his penis made Hakon thrill with delight. He pressed onward until a gentle pressure told him he had penetrated to the very bottom of his young lover's virgin vagina.
"Oooohhh, my sweet love!" noble Hakon wooed. "Your sweet little cunt is the greatest pleasure this warrior has ever known! My hard love weapon thrills with joy as it glides to the bottom of your sweet wet love hole!"
"Aaaahhh, my brave lover!" Princess Ingrid swooned. "My loins boil with sexual delight as your proud cock plunges to the fiery depths of my lusting pussy! For years now I have waited to have that hole properly plugged, and now I know why the secret poems call this the state of heavenly bliss!"
The inflamed warrior Hakon was too aroused for much fancy cock play, so he gave his virgin lover the pleasure of some honest straight stroking, until they were both shivering with joy from the sensations generated by the friction of his hard cock moving in and out of her tight wet twat.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, my beloved!" Ingrid sobbed. "I love it so much when you stroke in and out of me like that! My pussy is shivering with thrills of sexual pleasure!"
"My cock is also quivering with joy!" Hakon said. "And my balls are tightening with passion, while my asshole palpitates with pleasure! My lady, I don't know how long I will be able to control the stream of my passions!"
"Oh, don't even try!" his beloved shuddered in his ear. "I don't want to hear anything about control! Scratch my itching pussy with your stiff cock, stir my passions as high as they want to go, and spill your pleasure into my loins if it pleases you!"
The princess' lustful words were like spurs to brave Hakon's passion, and the handsome young warrior squirmed with delight and stirred his long cock around up inside his lover's tight vagina. Soon his slim hips were humping rapidly up and down, pumping his thick dick in and out of Ingrid's tender slick cunt.
"Yes, yes! This is the way I need to be fucked!" Ingrid sobbed. "Fuck me hard, my wild Viking warrior! Sweep my decks with your sharp cock! Go berserk in my pulsating pussy!"
Lustful Ingrid raised her legs higher, wrapping them sensuously around Hakon's plunging ass. She embraced him in her slender arms and moaned and shivered as he pumped his pleasure into her tight loving twat.
"Aaaahh, my sweet maiden lover!" the warrior gasped. "Never have I known such ecstasy! My hard cock thrills with every stroke, and I can feel the flood of my pleasure building up between my cock and balls! My cock craves nothing but passionate friction, by rubbing in and out of your sweet cunt as fast as I can move!"
"Oh, move it, move it, my love!" Ingrid sobbed. "I too can feel the climax of my passions approaching, and every stroke of your valiant cock brings it closer! My tight wet virgin cunt craves nothing more than the sweet friction from your dick, and creamy results of your passionate labors!"
The two squirming lovers embraced and kissed, their sex organs throbbing with ever-mounting delight. Bold Hakon penetrated his lady's mouth with his tongue, and gave her sweet lips strokes to match the action of his lusty cock. The lovely maiden was quite overtaken with emotion and desire, and she felt the first of her climax convulsions rippling through her loins.
"Oooohh-ooohhh-ooohh-ah! Ah! Ah!" she sobbed. "Oh, my beloved, you're making me come!"
Thrills of pleasure exploded through young Ingrid's aroused crotch. The maiden had experienced orgasms before, but never while being fucked by her beloved's cock, and she was ecstatic in her sexual bliss.
"Oooohhh, fuck me! Oh, shit! Fuck! Cunt! Cock! Piss!" the convulsing virgin gasped. "Oooohh, fuck me, sweet Hakon! Now you are truly scratching that itch between my thighs!"
As the beautiful young dark-haired teenager had her climax, her tight twat contracted with spasms of pleasure, and these convulsions made Hakon's cock pulsate with joy, until the brave warrior could no longer hold back the flood of his passion.
"Oooooooohhh, my sweet Ingrid!" he sobbed. "Kiss my lips, for my lust's river is about to flow into your belly!"
Lovely Princess Ingrid pressed her mouth to her lover's lips and sucked his tongue into her mouth. At the same time her tight slick slit contracted with a huge orgasmic spasm, and Hakon's cock thrilled with joy and started spurting semen.
The young warrior gasped with passion. His balls twitched and spasmed, and his thick long cock quivered as the burning stream squirted through it into Ingrid's coming cunt. Pleasure ripped through the young man's balls and bowels.
"Ingrid, my darling!" he cried. "Oh, shit, this feels so good! I'm coming in your cunt, Ingrid! I can't tell you how much I like it! My cock is having unbelievable spasms of pure sexual pleasure!"
"Ooohh, Hakon, my sweet screwer!" lovely Ingrid gasped. "I can feel the stream of your lust flooding my love tunnel! My pussy reels with joy as your spurts of creamy semen jet into my slit!"
The two young lovers squirmed and writhed together, their sex organs welded together by the flames of sexual ecstasy. The strong young warrior poured his jism into the girl's twitching virgin slit, and her vaginal convulsions kept milking the cream out of the lad's dick, until finally his balls were dry and he had to stop coming.
"Hakon, Hakon, that was so nice!" sweet Ingrid purred. They laid quietly now, his cock still lodged deep within her slit, their arms entwined, happy with the golden after glow of a good fuck.
"Oooohh, my sweet princess!" Hakon sighed. "What is to become of our honor! I fear I have not only deflowered your sweet maidenhead, but I have loosed my semen inside your slit!"
"And I loved every drop of it!" Ingrid sighed. "If you truly love me, sweet Hakon, you must come here and fuck me frequently! I fear the itching between my legs may be a nightly occurrence, and I shall surely go mad if it's not often scratched!"
CHAPTER TWO
Young Princess Astrid watched this whole scene through the crack in the door, and she was much aroused. After Ingrid and Hakon had stopped fucking, Astrid went to her bed and laid down, much troubled in her mind.
Astrid remembered how Hakon had caressed her sister's lovely breasts, and Astrid moved her hands to her own beautiful tits. The girl untied her bodice and allowed her breasts to tumble out of the loosened garment.
"My breasts are almost as large as Ingrid's!" Astrid said to herself. "I wonder if I'd feel good if my breasts were caressed?"
In answer to her own question, lovely blonde young Astrid moved her soft hands to her swelling boobs. She touched the white round mounds with each hand, and then gave in to a desire to caress her own nipples.
Astrid's nipples were rose-pink, and they immediately puckered up with passion when she stroked them. Soon they were quite erect with pleasure, and Astrid could feel her young body squirming with sexual arousal.
"It's true!" Astrid remarked. "It does make my pussy feel good if my nipples are played with!" The pretty little princess wet her fingers in her mouth and manipulated her nipples, gently squeezing with her soft fingers. Soon she was writhing with passion, and there was no doubt that her little pussy was growing wet with desire.
"Do I dare touch myself between my legs?" the pretty fifteen-year-old asked herself. Before she had a chance to answer, one of her gentle hands was sliding down her smooth belly.
"Oh! My hair feels so soft!" she giggled. "My soft curly pussy hairs!"
She explored further. "I wonder if I have a clitoris too?" she asked herself.
She investigated the area around the top of her crack, right above the inside lips of her slit. Sure enough, she found a tiny button of pleasure flesh that gave off wonderful sensations when she stimulated it.
"Aaaaaahhh!" she gasped. "I do have a clit! And it feels good when I rub it!"
Wetting her fingers again from her mouth, Astrid began stroking her little clitoris. She rubbed back and forth across it, and soon it was swelling with passion.
"Mmmmmmmnnnn!" she purred. "This really does feel good!"
Before long young Astrid's loins were glowing with good sexual arousal, and thrills of pleasure were rolling through her belly. She could tell her little slit was getting even wetter. "My pussy feels like it wants to be touched!" she sighed.
Astrid moved her finger down to her bright pink slit, which was beginning to swell open with desire. When her finger touched the inflamed flesh, made slippery by the flowing nectars of her cunt, Astrid groaned and writhed with pleasure.
"Oooooohhh! My pussy does feel good!"
The lovely girl stripped off her gown and stretched out naked on her bed, her thighs parted and knees bent. She put both of her hands between her white thighs, and started seriously trying to give her young body the pleasure it had never yet known.
Astrid used her finger to penetrate about an inch into her vagina. It felt so good, the girl was soon shivering with joy. She rotated her finger, stirring the entrance to her love hole, and her legs shuddered with pleasure.
"My pussy loves this!" she whispered to herself.
Then the pretty little blonde princess used her other hand to manipulate her clitoris, and soon that little pleasure organ was erect and throbbing. "Sexual stimulation really feels good!" Astrid moaned. "I really like to play with myself!"
The girl was soon writhing all over the bed, her long slender limbs trembling with delight. Her pussy swelled open with delight, and the girl soon found herself fingering her maidenhead. She found the hole in her cherry, and was soon exploring her vagina beyond her virginal membrane.
"Oooohh! This really does feel good up in there!"
Stroking her finger in and out of her cunt, Astrid soon had herself whipped into a frenzy of lust. Her long blonde hair sprawled across the pillow as her pretty head rolled back and forth in passion, her lips moaning with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm!! I really want to make myself come! I've never had an orgasm before!"
Faster and faster the young girl frigged her virginal sex organs, until the sensations came so fast and so deep the child knew she was approaching her climax.
"Oooohh! Oooooh! Ooohh! Oooohh! Aaah! Oh! Oh, my cunt! My pussy tickles so hard! I can hardly stand it!"
The girl's beautiful round ass squirmed voluptuously on her bed, and her back arched with the tension of the approaching orgasm. Astrid's teeth chattered and her hands shook as she masturbated herself.
"Ooooohhh, fuck!" she gasped. Astrid almost never spoke all the dirty words she had picked up since childhood, but now the lovely princess found that it increased her ardor if she whispered obscenities to herself while she masturbated.
Astrid's young crotch was now sizzling with hot sexual energy, and the noble maiden was panting with joy. Her little clit was as hard as a pebble, and it vibrated with tremendous pleasure sensations.
Similarly, her tight wet virgin slit was pulsating with joy from her finger-strokes.
The sensations got better and better, and finally young Astrid felt her body convulsing with her first sexual climax.
"Aaaahhhh! Ooohh!! Ooohh! Ooh! Ooh! Oh! Mm-mmm!"
Her lovely young body wracked with thrills of pleasure, Princess Astrid flopped and writhed all over the bed while waves of warm orgasms rippled out from her climaxing genitals.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" the child sobbed. "I'm making myself have an orgasm, and it feels so good! Oh, shit-fuck, pussy-cunt! I just love to come!"
Convulsions of joy gripped her tight maiden twat, and her sweet slick nectars poured from her little pink slit. The lovely blonde girl humped her slim hips uncontrollably, shuddering with passion.
But finally the spasms passed, and Princess Astrid fell back on her mattress, exhausted but satisfied.
"By all the gods of Valhalla!" the maiden gasped. "What a joy that was! No wonder people make such a great deal out of sex! Surely it must be one of the most wonderful things in the world!"
The young girl took a dainty handkerchief and delicately mopped up the free-flowing pussy juices that had over flowed her cunt and dribbled down her lovely ass cheeks. But then she heard some small noise from the adjoining chamber, and she went to look again into her sister's bedroom.' "Can they be at it again so quickly?" she wondered. She crept to the door and once again spied upon the couple.
They were indeed again engaged in sexual sport! Lovely dark-haired Princess Ingrid had now assumed the upper position, with brave Hakon on the bottom. Ingrid had already straddled his swollen pole, and his cock was just now penetrating deep into her vagina.
"Ooooohh, yes, brave Hakon!" Ingrid whispered. "It feels so good to have you inside me again! You are a valiant warrior indeed, to respond so quickly to another call to battle!"
"My lady, I pray only that my sword may always be ready whenever you command!" moaned handsome Hakon, as his noble lady rocked her slender hips up and down, moving her pussy around on his swollen cock knob.
Beautiful Ingrid rested her weight on her hands, and Hakon found that by leaning upward he could suck her brown nipples while his cock stirred her cunt. This discovery caused them both much pleasure!
"Oooohh, sweet Hakon!" Ingrid sighed. "You suck my tits and fuck my pussy at the same time! My body shivers with thrills of joy when you do that!"
"My delight is no less increased!" Hakon replied. "When I suck tenderly on your taut nipples, I am rewarded with a tiny contraction of your twat, which transmits sensations of the deepest pleasure to my hard-on!"
The screwing couple took to moving faster, in order to enjoy the sweet friction produced by the gliding of Ingrid's vagina up and down the stiff length of Hakon's hard cock. Soon both were moaning and shuddering with joy.
Inventive young Hakon then made another discovery. By sliding his strong hand down between their heaving bellies, he was able to touch his lover's little clitoris, and that gave her great delight!
"Oh, my wonderful Icelandic lover!" Ingrid breathed. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel! Your long pole stirs the depths of my throbbing cunt, and now your strong fingers also arouse my little lust button! My sex organs are pulsating with delight!"
Copious quantities of slippery nectars were flowing from young Ingrid's vagina, and Hakon used these fluids to lubricate her stiff little clit. Using his thumb and index finger to vigorously frig her fuck button, at the same time thrusting his huge erection deep into her twat, Hakon soon had his lady hovering on the brink of her orgasm.
Princess Ingrid then invented a novelty of her own. Reaching her long slender arm around their writhing asses, she managed to touch Hakon's quivering testicles. The brave lad gasped with pleasure when his moaning lover fondled his balls while he fucked her cunt and frigged her clit.
"Ooooohh, my love, my sweet hard-cocked lover!" Ingrid babbled in her delight. "I feel as though I must have died and joined the immortal gods in Valhalla, since I am sure such pleasures as I now enjoy are not meant for mere humans!"
"They are meant for you and none other!" noble Hakon gently disagreed. "The immortal gods in their wisdom have given men and women the gift of sexual pleasure, and we must now show them disservice by denying ourselves this benefit!"
"Oooohhh!" sweet Ingrid sighed in her delight. "Then it is actually an act of piety for me to be quivering in pleasure from your stiff cock up my cunt, and your strong hands on my clitoris."
"So it must be, my sweet lady!" Hakon insisted.
The worthy warrior's passions were also approaching the threshold of orgasm, and he could feel his pleasure gathering at the base of his cock. Ingrid's tender caresses on his balls were making his nut sack tighten with joy.
"My lady, I suspect my hard cock will soon spew its seed into your belly!" the gentleman warned. "Would it not be better for our already compromised honor if we were to allow this flood to spill harmlessly into the air?"
But the beautiful Princess Ingrid would hear nothing of his suggestion! Instead, the lovely teenager only clamped her arms and legs more firmly around her lover's body, and started humping her lovely round ass quickly up and down his quivering dick.
"Oh, no, my noble lover!" she countered. "I crave for you to flood my cunt with your hot semen! I sense that your powerful ejaculation is all I need to complete my own pleasure! Please, my love-surely you will not deny me my delight for the sake of your honor?"
Since lovely Ingrid chose to define the matter as a test of his love, noble Hakon had no choice but to embrace his lover and fuck her manfully until he was no longer able to restrain the flow of his seed. His caressed balls convulsed with extreme pleasure, and his asshole contracted. Ingrid sweetly squeezed his throbbing balls and jacked the base of his cock, and the brave Viking cried out and came.
"Oooohhh, by Odin!" he swore. "I have no choice! My sex organs are exploding! I'm coming in you, dear Ingrid!"
Hakon groaned and squirmed as the semen poured out of his twitching cock. His body was wracked with thrills of pleasure. His arousal was so great and his release so complete that he ejaculated his entire load in one long stream, and the sexual joy was so intense the worthy warrior almost swooned.
As lovely Ingrid had suspected, this splendid ejaculation was the trigger for her own quaking orgasm, and the beautiful princess screamed with delight as her body quivered with spasms of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck me, sweet Hakon!" the orgasming lady gasped. "Fuck me hard and deep, and squirt your powerful ejaculation into my cunt! I can't help coming when I feel you shooting off into me like this!"
The lady's cunt contracted with her joy, and the spasm milked the last drops out of Hakon's throbbing sex organ. He yelped with delight as his pleasure charged cock jerked in his lover's vagina.
"With mighty Thor as my witness, never have I known such pleasure from a woman's body!" the worthy Viking gasped. "Your throbbing pussy sucks my juices right out of me, leaving me limp and shaking with delight!"
Finally their exertions diminished, and they relaxed exhausted on the bed. Both were extremely satisfied with the pleasure they had taken together.
Is it necessary to add that the younger Princess Astrid also went back to her own bed and again whipped her own young virgin body into a frenzy of passion, finding release through her own clever manipulation of her sex organs?
And so matters remained for many days. Each night young Hakon would steal into Ingrid's chamber, and there they would fuck and play until dawn, while young Astrid lay next door, listening to their sex play, and frigging herself to orgasm as often as her older sister was fucked.
CHAPTER THREE
One day King Brian sat in his hall on his high seat, drinking with his retainers, when young Hakon approached and asked permission to speak.
"Good King Brian," Hakon began, "I would like your permission to ask you a favor?"
"You may ask me anything save one," the King replied. "I will not listen to you begging me again for the hand of my daughter Ingrid!"
The king's retainers all knew how much their companion Hakon wanted the King's daughter to wed, and they laughed at this sally of Brian's. But Hakon, already secretly enjoying Princess Ingrid's bed, merely smiled inwardly and continued.
"I will not bore your ears with-that today, Your Majesty," the young warrior assured the King. "It is another matter I would lay before you!"
"Go ahead then!" consented the noble Brian.
"I have received information that my kinsman Gunnar Bjornson is coming out from Iceland. He is a great warrior, and he informs me that he would like to be accepted into your household as one of your retainers, Your Majesty."
King Brian thought this was good news, because Gunnar Bjornson's reputation had already reached the Orkney Islands, and he was thought to be one of the most promising young warriors in Scandinavia. He had already had many adventures that had turned out to his honor, and he was a young lad not yet twenty.
"I will not be sorry to have Gunnar Bjornson among my retainers!" King Brian said. "He will be welcomed here whenever he comes!"
Several days later Gunnar arrived in a long ship with thirty good men. His kinsman Hakon met him at the shore, and they embraced.
"Did you tell King Brian I was coming?" Gunnar immediately asked.
"Indeed I did, and he was delighted!" Hakon answered. "He has assured me that you will spend the winter here in high honor if you choose to become his retainer!"
Then Gunnar and Hakon went to Hakon's house so Gunnar could get ready to meet the King. He dressed himself in a red silk robe that had been a gift from King Harald of Norway, and strapped on a jeweled sword and scabbard he had himself taken off the famous pirate Arnie Ulfson after killing the notorious berserker in a desperate battle.
Gunnar summoned his men and had them all dressed in fine clothes from the treasure chests in his ship. Then he said, "All right, kinsman! I am ready to meet King Brian!"
Hakon took Gunnar to Brian's hall. Gunnar and Hakon walked in at the head of thirty men, warriors all, all dressed in fine clothes, and everyone remarked at what a splendid impression they made. Gunnar was introduced to Brian by Hakon.
"What brings you to my lands, famous Gunnar?" King Brian asked.
"A desire to see your splendour, Your Majesty, since the high quality of the Court of Orkney is well-known throughout all the northern lands! I would consider it an honor if you should accept me into your service, and I have with me thirty men, all hand picked warriors, who I would place at your command!"
Then Gunnar had his men bring up many chests containing gifts for the King and his court. To King Brian he gave a gold-crusted shield that had once belonged to the King of Ireland, and a golden crown taken at great peril during a Viking expedition into the Baltic lands. The king was well pleased with these rich gifts, and many others besides which the generous Gunnar gave to him.
Then Gunnar said, "I have presents for the ladies also, for the fame of your beautiful daughters has also spread far and wide, Your Majesty!"
Astrid and Ingrid had been watching from behind their father's high seat, and now King Brian told his daughters to come forward, and he introduced the two princesses to the gallant Icelander.
Gunnar reached again into his chests.
"For the Princess Ingrid, beloved of my kinsman Hakon, I have twenty yards of the finest Oriental silk. Should it please my lord, King Brian, perhaps she may wear it to wed my noble kinsman!"
Everyone marveled at the richness, and the vast quantity, of the precious silk, and it was remarked that a pound of gold could not buy that much of the precious cloth at the open market. Everyone thought that Hakon's suit for Ingrid's hand would prosper better now that his impressive kinsman Gunnar was at court!
Princess Ingrid thanked Gunnar courteously for his fine gift. Then Gunnar reached again into his chest and took out a necklace of gold chain, encrusted with precious gems. It was worth a king's ransom, and many people gasped when the beautiful treasure caught the light and its many diamonds and emeralds sparkled against the red gold.
"For the lovely Princess Astrid, who is as beautiful as her starry name implies!" the gallant Gunnar said. And as he hung the priceless gift around noble Astrid's neck, a spark passed between their eyes, and when Gunnar's hand accidentally stroked Astrid's breast while he adjusted the necklace, they both trembled as if an electric shock had passed through them.
"Thank you!" the lovely fifteen-year-old princess sighed. "I shall wear it always, in memory of your generosity!"
Then King Brian made Gunnar a member of his household, and gave him a seat of honor very close to his own high seat, and gave him also many rich presents in return.
Although Gunnar was not by nature a boastful man, he had enjoyed many splendid adventures, and since he was a good story teller, he was always being asked to tell the court about his battles. Soon he was very popular in the court, and everyone was waiting for him to start wooing Brian's younger daughter.
But some of King Brian's retainers were jealous. There was a man named Helgi who was a kinsman of the King. He had tried to woo both of Brian's daughters without success, and now he began to say things privately to the king to undermine his trust of Gunnar and Hakon.
"The sagas are full of warnings about these situations," Helgi told the king. "These two young adventurers think they can come into your court and slowly win both your confidence and your daughters! Then when they are safely wed to your children and have won over the hearts of your men with their open-handed generosity, they will do away with you and your rule here in your stead!"
King Brian was not completely persuaded by these arguments, for Gunnar and Hakon were welcome additions to any king's court, but the king did all he could to prevent the further development of any romance between the two brave Icelanders and his beautiful daughters.
Brian was relieved to see that Hakon and Ingrid seemed to have less interest in each other these days. Of course, the king didn't know they were spending every night together, fornicating until dawn!
Young Gunnar was so famous and handsome, many of the ladies of the court immediately tried to seduce him to their beds.
First was a lady named Hilda, the seventeen-year-old daughter of King Brian's steward. Hilda was a beautiful girl with long copper colored hair, high full breasts, and a lovely round ass. One night she went to Gunnar's house on the pretense of bringing him some cakes she had baked.
Gunnar welcomed the young lady courteously, and before long the lovely girl brought the conversation around to sex and wooing.
"So tell me, brave Gunnar-we have all heard about your brave exploits in battle. But are you also a man for the ladies? Does it ever please you to kiss a lady's lips?"
"Indeed, I refuse me no pleasures that do me honor!" Gunnar replied. "Should a well-born young lady choose to honor me with a kiss, I would hardly refuse!"
Whereupon the lovely Hilda threw herself into handsome Gunnar's strong arms, and begged the hero to kiss her mouth. Gunnar complied, and soon they were entwined in a passionate embrace.
As soon as their mouths met the lady Hilda's lips parted and Gunnar could feel the hot caresses of her sweet pink tongue. Gunnar likewise opened his lips, and their tongues met and mingled.
"Oooohh!" the young girl sighed. "Your kiss has like to made me swoon! Please show me where I might lie down!"
Gunnar showed the lady a couch, and she laid full length on it in her thin gown, and she caught Gunnar's hand and pulled him down beside her.
"Now that there is no danger of my falling over, I urge you to waste no time in kissing me again!"
So valiant Gunnar laid down with the fair maiden, and soon they were kissing and hugging, and both were quick to become aroused, being young and comely.
"Ooooohh, brave Gunnar!" the girl moaned. "Your kisses make my heart flutter! Here, give me your hand!" And lovely Hilda took Gunnar's hand and pressed it to her swelling left breast. "Can't you hear my heart beating?"
Whether or not Gunnar could feel the lady's heartbeat is not recorded, but certainly he could feel the lady's breast, and that gave him such pleasure that he soon had his hand inside the bodice of her gown, caressing her naked nipples with his strong hands.
Gunnar's caresses made the lovely girl squirm with delight. Soon her pretty dress had worked up her legs almost to her waist, and she was rubbing her naked legs against Gunnar's, trying to make his cock swell with passion.
"Does my young body excite you, noble Gunnar?" the girl asked.
"Oh, yes!" the hero promptly answered. "In truth, I must admit that for many days now I have been secretly admiring your lovely round ass!"
So aroused had Gunnar become that he could not restrain his hand, and even as he spoke his fingers slipped up the back of the lady's gown and started stroking the beautiful cheeks of the lady's ass.
Hilda squirmed and giggled as Gunnar's strong hands caressed her buttocks while his soft lips started kissing her nipples. The pretty girl opened her thighs, so Gunnar's hand was between her legs, and her sexual flesh was open to him.
Finding her treasures so exposed, Gunnar permitted himself to feel Hilda's tender genitals, thus making the lovely lass groan and writhe with sexual arousal. Gunnar's sure fingers quickly located Hilda's little clitoris.
"Ooohhhhh! Ahhhhhh, what sweet thrills I feel when your finger stimulates my little lust button!" Hilda sighed. "It makes my little cunt all wet with slick juices!"
Gunnar investigated the opening to Hilda's sweet vagina, and found her word to be true. The pink lips of her slit were swelling open with passion, and a generous flow of pleasure fluids was beginning to spill from her crack.
"It's the truth you speak, sweet lady!" Gunnar whispered. "Your little cunny is flowing with sex nectars! If I did not value your honor so highly, I would be tempted to penetrate it with my finger, in hopes of giving you some small joy!"
"Oh, please don't hesitate!" the girl begged. "I can only think that any caress given me by the mighty Gunnar can only enhance my honor!"
So Gunnar gently penetrated the girl's swelling crack with his finger. The lovely girl giggled and writhed with pleasure as the hero's hand tickled her little twat.
Now the lovely Hilda fell to whimpering with passion as the brave warrior stroked her cunt. Squirming voluptuously on the couch, the lady cupped her breast in her own hand so the gallant Gunnar could suck her nipple while finger-fucking her pussy.
"Oooohhhh! Aaaahhhh!" the lady moaned. "Never have I had such pleasure from a simple finger-fuck! Your strong finger makes my cunt shiver with pleasure, brave Gunnar!"
Seeking to arouse Gunnar further, lovely Hilda began running her fingers over the mighty Viking's groin. Her hands soon encountered an object so long and hard she could not believe it was his cock!
"Gunnar, have you come to bed with me with your great iron battle-mace concealed in your trousers?" she asked.
"I am armed only for the battle of the sexes, my lady!" brave Gunnar assured her. "The weapon you feel has a somewhat blunted point, and is best suited for use in holes that are already prepared for its entry!"
"Unsheath the weapon, so I can see how you are armed!" Hilda challenged, fumbling at his trouser buttons..
Gunnar obliged the lady by opening his pants. His huge cock sprang into her hand, and she stroked its immense length, marvelling at the size and strength of it.
"I think not many men could match weapons with this one, bold Gunnar!" Hilda confessed. The lovely girl couldn't keep her hands off of it, and soon she was using both hands to caress and stroke Gunnar's heroic cock.
"I swear, it's nearly as long as my arm from the elbow to the wrist, and at least as big around!" the lady remarked with enthusiasm.
Without any further conversation, beautiful young Hilda rolled over on her round ass and flung her legs open, begging noble Gunnar to fuck her flowing cunt. "Now Gunnar, if you are a true gentleman, you will not deny me the pleasure of a spirited fuck! Your caresses and the sight of your heroic penis in its erect condition have aroused in me such a passion that I shall have to count you my enemy if you should fail to relieve me of it!"
The lady looked so appealing in her passion, her white thighs opened to expose her pink throbbing slit, and her words were so plaintiff that brave Gunnar thought it to be a point of honor to mount her and give her the benefit of his splendid erection.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, brave Gunnar of Iceland!" Hilda gasped. The noble lady sought his quivering cock with her dainty hand, and guided it directly to her inflamed vagina. "Stick it in me!"
But the lady had not counted on the formidable size of Gunnar's weapon, and she gasped with surprise when her pink lips stretched and his swollen cock knob penetrated her tight love hole.
"Oh! Oooohh, my lover, stop for a moment! Lie still and let me get adjusted to your enormous hard-on!"
They laid quietly for a moment until the juices started flowing again in Hilda's tight twat, and then the high-born lady started to feel tremendous sensations of pleasure from Gunnar's huge erection.
"Oh, now it feels good!" she giggled. "Please move it around a little, Gunnar!"
The stout warrior gyrated his muscular hips, and his gigantic erection squirmed inside his lady's vagina, filling them both with thrills of pleasure.
"The sweetness of your cunt delights me, my lady!" Gunnar said. "Your little pussy is as tight as can be, but also wonderfully soft and pleasantly lubricated with your creamy love juices! If it wouldn't trouble you, I think I will push my cock a little deeper into your delicious fuck hole!!' In answer, the noble lady pressed her round ass upwards, accomplishing the very act Gunnar had described, so that his large cock was now deeply lodged in the lady's pleasure tunnel. Beautiful Hilda raised her shapely legs and wrapped them around her lover's quivering ass.
"Oooooohh, sweet lady!" the bold warrior gasped. "I can now feel your tight cunt encasing almost the entire length of my hardened penis! I can't tell you what pleasure my weapon takes from being so delightfully sheathed!"
"Ooohh, bold Gunnar!" the lady responded. "My cunt is filled with thrills of joy as your enlarged cock penetrated down to the very bottom! Never have I been so well filled! Fuck me, brave Viking! Pour your sword strokes into my gaping pleasure wound!"
And so they engaged in spirited fucking. Mighty Gunnar rode the lady like a spirited filly, squirming artfully in her soft saddle. The young girl cringed with passion as her manly lover fucked her valiantly, until the noble lass was almost out of control with lust.
"Pray, slow down, brave Gunnar!" she wailed. "You will ride me to my orgasm before you've had time to enjoy the gallop!"
But noble Gunnar insisted that he cared not a bit for his own pleasure. "It is only your sweet spasm I seek, my lady!" he panted. "In truth, I only mounted you in order to still the passion I had raised in your cunt, and it would be dishonorable of me to let my own pleasure flow into your unprotected loins!"
Lovely Hilda wanted nothing more than to feel Gunnar's lustful flood sluicing into her slit, so she tried her best to make him come, flexing her throbbing cunt and whispering obscene endearments into his ear.
"Oooohh, fuck my tight throbbing cunt, sweet Gunnar!" she moaned. "Work your hard cock out in my loins! Come in me if you want to, I don't mind! Wouldn't it feel good to have a nice orgasm while you're fucking my tight wet pussy?"
But Gunnar's control was such that he rode the lady unswervingly to her climax, without spilling a drop within her twat. Soon the lovely girl was whimpering and sobbing with uncontrollable pleasure, as her orgasm finally caught up with her.
"Ooohh! Oh, you're making me come!" she cried. "You're fucking me so good I can't stop myself from having an orgasm!"
The lovely young lady trembled and jerked as the come spasms thrilled through her beautiful body.
Gunnar waited until her last convulsion died away, then pulled out his swollen cock.
"Touch me!" he cried.
The well-fucked lady was in such awe of his powers that she forgot her disappointment in not making her heroic lover come inside her, and she wrapped her dainty hand around his hard cock and jacked it once with sensuous tenderness. Gunnar's enormous cock immediately spewed forth such a mighty ejaculation that the lady's breasts and belly were soaked. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" the mighty warrior gasped, and then he collapsed on the couch.
The lady then rearranged her clothing and went home, but not before gallant Gunnar had given her a bracelet made of solid red gold.
The next lady to present herself to Gunnar's attentions was the lovely Thora, daughter of Thorhall, King Brian's helmsman. Thora had chestnut-colored hair, and her breasts were exceptionally large and well-shaped. Her legs were famously long, and her face was very fair, with large green eyes.
One day Thora met Gunnar outside the king's hall and struck up a conversation with him.
"I should not want to detain you if you are about some important business," the girl, a mere sixteen, said.
The gallant Gunnar immediately responded,-"What could be more important than exchanging words with a pretty young lady?"
Thora smiled and blushed, then said, "Perhaps we could be exchanging more than words, bold Gunnar of Iceland!"
Gunnar inferred from this remark that the young lady was not urging him to restrain himself. "I would not care to besmirch the lady Thora's honor by denying any suitable exchange that she might suggest!"
Thora now suggested that the two of them walk up the fjord a little ways to see if they might find some wild berries to pick. Gunnar readily agreed to this, and soon they found themselves in a secluded little glade some half-mile from King Brian's hall. They had not found any berries.
"There are many things we could now exchange besides words, bold Gunnar!" Thora remarked.
"Shall we then begin with kisses?" Gunnar asked.
The noble young couple immediately fell to kissing. Their lips opened and their tongues caressed each other, until their sexual passions began to be inflamed.
"Now we must exchange caresses!" Thora sighed. "I will open my blouse for you if you will not disdain to caress my breasts!"
Gallant Gunnar dared not to insult the lady by refusing so intimate an offer, so he was soon stroking and petting the fine breasts of which noble Thora was so justly proud.
"Many are the compliments I have heard paid to your lovely tits," Gunnar said, "and now I can understand their justly deserved fame! Seldom have I looked upon or caressed such a fine pair of breasts, and on a young lady of such tender age!"
"Oh, thank you, brave warrior!" Thora sighed.
"The praise of Gunnar of Iceland is worth the compliments of a hundred lesser men! I could now go happily to my grave, knowing that you have gazed upon my breasts and found them to your liking!"
"Oh, sweet lady!" gentle Gunnar chided. "Don't yet die before I have an opportunity to salute your lovely nipples with my lips."
Gunnar bent his golden head to Thora's lovely tits and in a moment was sucking and licking her splendid nipples until they stood erect with passion.
"Oooohh, bold Gunnar!" the lady gasped, "your lustful kisses are better to my breasts than the compliments of a dozen kings! Never before have I felt such thrills of pleasure surging through my taut nipples!"
The young lady squirmed about so lustily that the skirts of her gown were soon entangled up around the tops of her thighs, and Gunnar spied the copper color of the hairs that grew around her pussy.
"In truth, I must admit that your breasts do deeply arouse me!" the warrior admitted. "But that small glimpse of your soft sweet pubic hairs has inflamed me even more, and I must confess I am sore tempted to soil our honor by caressing your secret sexual treasures!"
Upon hearing this, fair Thora opened her thighs even further, treating Gunnar to the sight of her exposed crotch, including the wet pink flesh between the lips of her vagina.
"Please do not restrain yourself on account of my honor!" sighed the beautiful young girl. "The blame lies entirely with me! If I had not been so careless as to expose my sex organs to you, you would not have become so inflamed! Please feel free to make whatever use of me you might desire, for I could only be honored by the caresses of the famous Gunnar of Iceland!"
So Gunnar relented and caressed the lady's sweet pleasure places with his gentle hands, and it was a source of great pleasure to both of them. The lady was already greatly aroused, and Gunnar found her crack already dripping with slippery juices when he touched between her white thighs.
"My young female body oozes cream for you, sweet Gunnar!" the girl murmured. "How I love it when you caress my cunt like that!"
The lady was not lying-her young body was trembling with passion, and waves of sexual thrills surged through her lovely genitals. Gunnar, for his part, was delighted with the way the girl squirmed in his arms when he stroked the folds of her vagina.
"I can tell you find my caresses to your liking, my lady," the warrior whispered, "for your lovely ass squirms on the ground when I tweak your little clit with my fingers!"
"Oooh, yes, yes, it does! I do!" the delighted lass gasped. "Your caresses are more exciting than any I have ever known! My honor will be forever soiled if I fail to return the favor!"
So saying, the beautiful young Thora reached for bold Gunnar's crotch. In a trice her nimble fingers unfastened his pants, and the noble lady gasped as Gunnar's heroic erection was exposed to her.
"Ooooohh, my lord!" she gasped. "Surely you must be a sorcerer or shape changer, for an organ of this size should only be found on a horse!"
Irresistibly attracted to Gunnar's throbbing erection, Thora instantly began to pet it with her dainty soft hands.
"Aaaahh! Look, valiant Gunnar! It grows even larger as I fondle it! The enormous red knob is swelling even larger!" the girl marvelled. "Would you hold it against me if I wanted to greet it with my kiss?"
"By no means would that displease me!" Gunnar assured her. "Please disport yourself with it however you like!"
So lovely Thora bent her copper-colored head over Gunnar's immense erection and began to kiss and lick the round red knob, until the brave Viking was trembling with lust.
"Oh, suck me! Suck my cock with your sweet lips!" the warrior sobbed. "The knob of my cock shivers with delight from your oral caresses!"
Thora opened wide her jaws and sucked the entire quivering tip between her lips. Gunnar gasped with pleasure as the lovely girl massaged his cock knob with her warm wet soft mouth.
"I love the taste of your manly penis!" the girl moaned. "Many days now have I wanted to suck your cock, bold Gunnar!"
Then Thora proceeded to give Gunnar an exquisite blow job, until the hero's cock was throbbing with pleasure, and his balls were quivering with spasms of joy. When the mighty warrior was greatly aroused, the lovely lady rolled over on her back and coaxed him to fuck her.
"Now that your weapon has reached such heroic proportions, please turn it to my services if you really desire to honor me," the girl cried. "I crave nothing on this earth so much as I crave the penetration of my vagina by your noble cock! Please don't disappoint me, gallant Gunnar!"
Gunnar allowed the girl to pull him on top of her, and suffered his cock to be inserted between her pink vaginal lips. In truth, the gallant warrior was not loath to do the lady this service, since he judged her cunt to be wet, slick and tight.
Nor was he wrong in his assumptions, for the girl's cunt proved to be as rewarding as he had expected. Tight though it was, it was also exceedingly soft, and very well lubricated, so that his huge hard cock slipped without problem into her deepest places, much to their mutual delight.
"I can feel your hard cock pressing against the farthest fold of my soft vagina, bold Gunnar!" the girl sighed. "My pussy is throbbing with delight from your heroic penetration!"
The swollen knob of Gunnar's cock pulsated with little spasms of delight as the Viking slowly stroked in and out of Thora's tight cunt. The friction thrilled both of them, and they laughed and embraced, squirming from the delight they got from each other's sex organs.
Brave Gunnar maneuvered his cock so skillfully that the young lady was soon quivering with passion, while thrills of joy surged through her thoroughly aroused loins. Her pussy shivered with little spasms of delight, and she lifted her lovely legs and pointed her pretty toes to the blue sky.
"Oh, fuck me, you brave Viking warrior!" she sobbed. "You have no idea what kind of sensations I get from your wonderful cock strokes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Gunnar of Iceland!"
Gunnar's worthy exertions rapidly brought the lady to the edge of her ultimate passion, and she was suddenly amazed to see that the bold warrior was not keeping up with her.
"You are surely fucking me to orgasm!" the lady gasped. "Will you not do me the honor of coming too? Please come in me, Gunnar!"
But gallant Gunnar tightened his hold on his weapons of love, artfully fucking the lady to climax without spilling a drop of his seed. In the end the lady had to abandon her plan to make him come too, and she simply gave herself up to her pleasure, which was easily three times greater than she had known from any previous fuck.
"Oooohhhhh, Gunnar, I'm coming so hard!" Thora sobbed. "My cunt is exploding with pleasure from your strong cock strokes! Shit! Fuck! Fuck me hard, sweet Viking!"
Gunnar fucked her manfully until her spasms had ceased, and then he rolled off of her, his cock still engorged with lust. The young lady was so grateful for the pleasure he had shown her, she quickly sucked his cock into her mouth to give him gratification.
Gunnar's cock jerked lustily as soon as it felt Thora's soft wet oral caress, and immediately the noble girl's sucking mouth was flooded with Gunnar's manly discharge. The valiant warrior squirmed and gasped as the lovely girl sucked the come out of him. She even tickled his balls for him, to make sure he ejaculated every drop!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... !!" the bold Viking groaned as his ejaculation was sucked out of his quaking cock.
Gunnar's testicles shivered with convulsions of pleasure, and he spewed enough semen to fill his drinking horn. His sex organs contracted with convulsions of ecstatic joy while his jism flowed through his quivering piss slit.
Brave Thora swallowed as fast as she could, sucking in more at the same time. She was amazed at Gunnar's ejaculation, and near the end almost feared of drowning. But finally she sucked the hero's balls dry, and he stopped squirting into her mouth.
"Aaahhh, with Thor as my witness!" the mighty Viking swore, "never have I parted with such pleasure with my semen! Your mouth, my sweet Thora, is better than all the cunts in Norway!!"
Thora was deeply honored by this compliment, but she was disappointed that brave Gunnar had disdained to ejaculate in her vagina. She was grateful for the honor and the pleasure, but she knew the bold Icelander would never lose his heart to her, and after a while she adjusted her clothing and walked back to the hall.
And so it remained for many days. Lovely ladies from King Brian's court paraded their sexual treasures before Gunnar's eyes, and he tasted many of their pleasures, but never would he consent to sweeten their snatches with his mighty ejaculation.
Also, brave Gunnar pretended at all times to ignore sweet Princess Astrid, although that youthful beauty wore at all times the golden necklace he had given her. But Gunnar's kinsman Hakon continued his nightly visits to Princess Ingrid's chambers, and they became very educated in the arts of sexual gratification.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now it so happened that the king's retainer Helgi grew ever more bitter in his jealousy of Hakon and Gunnar. Seeing that Gunnar made no advances towards Princess Astrid, Helgi decided on another tactic to use against the brave Icelander.
Helgi had a kinswoman named Brynn, who was considered the most beautiful in all the Orkneys next to the Princesses Ingrid and Astrid. Helgi had Brynn sent to him, and she came wearing a beautiful gown of Syrian silk, that showed off her lovely proud breasts and slender legs, as well as her rounded ass.
"Greetings, beautiful Brynn!" Helgi said, embracing his kinswoman. "You do me honor by so quickly answering my summons!"
"Do not waste your compliments on me!" Brynn said sharply, "For I know you must have some scurrilous scheme up your sleeve! If I did not have such close ties of kinship with you, I would never get involved in your underhanded operations!"
"Lovely Brynn, I have a task of the utmost delicacy I must assign to you!" Helgi pleaded. "Furthermore it is a job that you might find some personal pleasure in, since it involves the seduction of a worthy hero!"
But noble Brynn shook her beautiful head in disgust. "You must want me to seduce Gunnar of Iceland, as part of some plot you have concocted to bring about his destruction! While I have had occasion to look upon Gunnar and I must admit I find him pleasing, I do not think it would serve my honor to seduce him in order to further your treacherous schemes!"
But the glib-tongued Helgi used a very persuasive argument. "This Gunnar of Iceland has gone around making a joke of the ladies of the Court of Orkney! He will taste their sweet favors, but it is beneath him to honor them with his essence! This Icelander must think his jizm is too good to be wasted on Orkney women!"
And now the cunning Helgi used his most telling weapon, since he knew his kinswoman Brynn to be very jealous of the two daughters of King Brian.
"No doubt bold Gunnar thinks he is saving his semen for the lovely vagina of the Princess Astrid!" Helgi goaded. "I imagine her sweet wiles will no doubt draw from him the juices which have been denied to so many of the fair ladies of Orkney!"
The lovely Brynn bridled at this reference to her rival Astrid, and she quickly spoke without measuring her words. "Well, if Astrid thinks to have Gunnar's virgin ejaculation for her own pink cunt, she's going to have to contend with me first!"
Conniving Helgi laughed inwardly, sensing victory within his grasp. "Don't speak too quickly, kinswoman!" he chided. "If you try for brave Gunnar's ejaculation and do not win it, then noble Astrid's victory will be only that much sweeter!"
"Try and fail!" Brynn gasped. "Is this my kinsman Helgi I hear speaking to me? When have our kin ever tried and failed? Show me where this bold hero may be found, and you can be assured that his manly flood will sweeten my snatch before Princess Astrid ever knows his penetration!"
"Well said, kinswoman!" Helgi gloated. "Give me your hand on it!" And then they saluted their plan with wine.
Beautiful Brynn went into her chamber and dressed herself in her finest, most alluring clothes. Helgi's bewitching kinswoman donned a gown made from the finest sheer silk from Damascus, which showed most clearly the lines and curves of her voluptuous body. She braided threads of red gold into her hair and perfumed her breasts with costly spices.
Then Helgi took the beautiful woman to King Brian's hall, and everyone there remarked on how alluring Brynn looked, but Princess Astrid pretended not to notice as the men of the court flocked around the lovely girl.
But the bold Gunnar sat aloof from the other men, drinking strong mead from his drinking-horn, disdaining to join the press around the newcomer.
"This will never do!" thought Helgi. "I must find some way to make Gunnar pay attention!"
Helgi saluted the king and suggested they follow an old custom, in which the king's guests drew lots to see who would be drinking companions for the evening. The king agreed, and cunning Helgi manipulated things so that Gunnar and Brynn sat at the same table, sharing the same horn.
Gunnar greeted Brynn most courteously, as befitted a well-born gentleman, and she returned his salutation just as courteously, and soon they were quite at ease in each other's company.
"So tell me, brave Icelander, what do you think of the Orkneys?" the beguiling girl asked.
"Beautiful lady, I am most impressed by the glory of King Brian's court! It is a great honor for me to sit among such worthy warriors and such fine ladies!" Gunnar answered gallantly.
"Aahh, yes! The fine ladies!" Brynn laughed. "I have heard you are not lacking in your attentions to the Orkney women!"
The lovely temptress then threw her cloak back off her shoulders, revealing her fine breasts, which were tightly draped in the expensive eastern silk.
Brave Gunnar could not help but notice the splendid pair of tits the girl was sporting, and soon he discovered himself to be staring at her revealed nipples in a way that seemed to him unseemly.
"Gentle lady, I beg of you!" the worthy warrior said. "Please cover yourself again, for I must confess that when I gaze upon your exquisite breasts, the conversation stops in my throat, and I can think of nothing to say!"
But the beautiful Brynn pretended to be affected by the heat, and said, "Oh, Gunnar, please don't ask me to do that, for it already seems uncommonly warm in here!"
"Of course, my lady!" gallant Gunnar immediately retracted. "Please arrange your clothing in any way that suits you!"
Upon hearing that, the curvaceous Brynn let her cloak fall completely, revealing also the clinging silk gown as it draped her lovely hips, ass and legs. Brave Gunnar could not prevent himself from staring at her body, and soon he had a splendid erection under the small round drinking table.
Lovely Brynn could see the effect her charms were having on the bold warrior, and she was secretly greatly pleased, but on the surface she still pretended to be somewhat chagrinned with his company.
"My! It still seems so warm in here!" the lady commented. Brynn pretended to be adjusting the clasp of her gown, and she let the little silver broach that held it fall to the floor. "Oh! How clumsy of me!"
As Brynn had hoped, Gallant Gunnar immediately offered to retrieve the bauble. Soon as Gunnar was below the table searching, the lady allowed her gown to slip open and spread her legs at the same time, so Gunnar was treated to the sight of her beautiful cunt!
Gunnar quickly forgot all about the missing broach, so entranced was he by the beauty of the young girl's private parts. Like her hair, the lady's pubic bush was soft and curly, the color of beaten gold, and as she opened her thighs, Gunnar could see the soft pink skin of her crack.
Pretending herself to be looking for the jewel on the top of the table, voluptuous Bryn squirmed her lovely ass around a lot, and Gunnar looked at her enticing vagina in a number of positions. But suddenly the worthy warrior remembered himself, and looking around he quickly located the brooch and climbed back onto his seat.
"Did you find my treasure?" she asked.
"I did indeed, lady!" bold Gunnar asserted. "And I must say, it was well worth looking for! Rarely have I come upon so fair a jewel!"
"I thought you might like it, so I wore it especially tonight just for you!" Brynn retorted.
"The color of it is particularly delicate!" Gunnar continued. "Although the rich golden setting is also of striking beauty!"
Made bold by lust, Gunnar left one hand beneath the table and soon fair Brynn felt it on her knee. She did not remove it, but covered it with her own.
"If you think so highly of my little treasure, perhaps I should give it to you!" Brynn said.
"My lady Brynn has always been known for her generosity!" Gunnar remarked, sliding his hand up the soft inside of the lady's thigh. "I would be honored by any gift she chose to present me!"
Her left hand was on the table, and beautiful Brynn used it to slide the brooch across to Gunnar.
"Then please accept it, with my compliments!"
At the same time her right hand, in her lap under the table seized Gunnar's hand and directed it between her legs, where her moist pussy waited.
"My lady is too generous!" Gunnar declaimed.
Brynn's cunt was as soft and creamy as it was lovely to look at, and bold Gunnar was delighted to let his hand play in those fields of pleasure. Soon his fingers were dripping with the girl's slippery fluids, and Brynn was beginning to squirm voluptuously in her seat.
Gunnar's lover Thora was seated at the next table. Seeing the expression of bliss on Brynn's face, and noting Gunnar's absent hand, Thora soon figured out what was happening. Thora called out in a loud voice: "My dear friend Brynn! You don't look at all well! Your face is flushed, and you hardly seem able to sit up in your chair! Perhaps you should ask your kinsman Helgi to see you home!"
But Gunnar immediately turned Thora's jealous sally into another direction by jumping gallantly to his feet and proclaiming: "Keep your seat, brave Helgi! I fear my boring conversation may be the cause of your kinswoman's distress, and it is only proper that I should see her safely to her door!"
Wrapping Brynn's cloak around her shoulders, Gunnar quickly ushered the lovely lady out of the hall. As soon as they were outside, Brynn threw her arms around Gunnar's neck and pressed her soft lips to his mouth.
Their tongues met in passionate caresses, and soon their bodies were flowing against each other. Brynn ground her hips into Gunnar's groin, until she could feel the power of his erection pressing against her belly.
"Take me to your house!" she said, and Gunnar did so, and they went directly to his sleeping chamber and he laid her out on the bed, for they were already both greatly aroused from their sport in the king's hall.
"Now, tell me more about this strange malady that has caused us to make such an unseemly departure from the king's table!" Gunnar chided.
The lovely lady giggled and opened her gown. "Perhaps you should make an examination, doctor!"
Gunnar ran his manly hand the length of her body and the caress made her moan with pleasure.
"You are groaning, my lady!" Gunnar laughed. "Is your malady getting worse?"
"Oh, I fear it is!" she giggled. "The pain seems to be centered around the middle of my body, good doctor!"
Gunnar placed his strong hand on Brynn's flat belly, saying, "Is this then the seat of your discomfort, my lady!"
"You are close, doctor! But it seems to be a little farther down!"
Gunnar slid his hand down until he was palming the round hair-covered mound of the girl's young pussy.
"Perhaps it is here, my lady, that your trouble lies!"
"Ooohh, doctor, you are getting very close! Leave your hand there a while and see if it helps!"
Gunnar cupped the lady's pubic mound in the palm of his hand. He pressed down gently and rolled his hand around, and the lady gasped with pleasure, her ass squirming.
"In all truth, lady," Gunnar observed, "I seem to be close to the seat of the problem, for your pain has obviously increased! Shall I continue the examination?"
"Oh, yes, doctor! Please do!" the lady sighed. "I think you might look a little lower still!"
Gunnar's strong but sensitive fingers inched down the curve of Brynn's crotch until they encountered the top of her vaginal lips, between which rested the lady's quivering clitoris.
"Aaaa-aaahh-aahhhh!" the girl gasped as his fingertips caressed her little love-button.
"Surely this must be very close to the heart of your discomfort, my lady!" Gunnar surmised. "Even as I massage this distressed little organ, I can feel it becomes inflamed under my fingertip!"
"Ooohhh, yes, yes doctor, it is swelling right up, there's no doubt about that! Perhaps more massaging will relieve it's distress!"
Gunnar moistened his finger in his mouth, and fell to stroking Brynn's stiffening clitoris. The beautiful lady squirmed and writhed with passion, and her little cunny started swelling open with lust.
"Aaahh, sweet sorrowing lady, look at this!" Gunnar said with mock seriousness. "This must be the true root cause of your pain, my lady! Directly below this little swollen pimple I have discovered an open wound, and it is weeping with internal juices!"
And as he spoke, Gunnar tenderly caressed the inflamed lips of Brynn's vagina, making the lady gasp as thrills of pleasure surged through her lovely loins.
"Ooohh, yes! That's it, doctor! You have found the very place!" the lovely lady sobbed. "Tell me truly, doctor - is it a very bad wound?"
Gunnar continued his manual exploration of the opening to Brynn's love-tunnel, observing: "Well, my lady, it is not so very large, but it seems quite deep! Tight would best describe it! And quite wet! Tell me, good lady, does the flesh feel tender up in there?" he asked, gently probing up into the girl's pink slit.
"Ooohh, yes, doctor, it is exceedingly tender there!" Brynn gasped, writhing and shivering with joy as her vagina was stimulated by Gunnar's hand.
"I wonder what treatment we should prescribe for you!" the brave warrior mused. "Once when I was in the east I observed a case not unlike this, and the doctor in attendance used leaches!"
"Leeches!"
"Yes, he used leeches to such the inflamed areas! Of course I don't happen to have any leeches right now myself, but a dedicated physician must always be willing to make any sacrifice for his patient! If my lady was willing to risk the treatment, I would be willing to take the place of the missing leech, and do the sucking myself!"
"Ooohh!" the lady cried. "Good doctor, you do me too much honor! But I am in your hands! Do what ever you think is in my best interest!"
Now Gunnar got down between the lady's legs, and she opened her thighs wide for him. He put his face next to the lady's private parts, and inhaled deeply of the sweet scent of her pussy.
First Gunnar applied the tip of his tongue to the girl's clitoris. That tiny pleasure organ quivered with joy from his oral caress, and the lady writhed and whimpered from the pleasure it gave her.
"Ooohhh, what a sweet treatment, doctor!" the lady purred. "Already I can feel it's benevolent effects!"
Gunnar continued his lapping and licking, until the lady was greatly aroused, flexing her long legs and shivering with thrills of joy. Then the bold Viking moved his tongue down to the lady's vaginal lips and started licking round her moist slit.
"Aaaahhhh! Oh, sweet Gunnar, how well you lick my pussy!" lovely Brynn crooned. "My little cunt thrills with joy every time you swab my slit with your strong tongue!"
Gunnar continued his oral caresses, licking ever deeper into the lady's love-hole, making her squirm with delight. The girl's vagina was now freely flowing with pleasure-fluids, and her slender belly was throbbing with sweet sexual sensations.
"Your lovely cunt tastes better than all the mead in Brian's hall!" Gunnar declared.
"Ooohh, drink deeply, my love!" Brynn sighed. "Never before has my cunt known such wondrous sensations! My pussy is throbbing with delight! Lick my cunt, brave Gunnar! I just love it!"
And so Helgi's lovely kinswoman rolled and squirmed on bold Gunnar's bed, while the worthy Viking warrior flailed her sex organs with his strong tongue. Gunnar used his hands to gently separate the pink lips of Brynn's cunt, so his tongue could penetrate deeply into her quivering vagina.
But now noble Brynn became concerned for the pleasure of her partner, and she asked him to remove his trousers and arrange himself so she could also stimulate his organs while he fondled hers.
"Let us lie together with our faces in each others' crotches," the gallant lady suggested. "Then we can mutually give each other oral sex!"
This idea was to Gunnar's liking, so the two quickly arranged themselves in the manner of Brynn's suggestion. Beautiful Brynn was impressed by the length and girth of Gunnar's heroic cock.
"In all truth, my lord!" she gasped. "I see now why you are reckoned the most bold warrior in Scandinavia! With a weapon like this, a man could sweep many a quarterdeck clean!"
Brynn took the imposing organ in her delicate hands and softly slid the loose skin up and down the stiff thick shaft, until brave Gunnar was moaning with pleasure.
"My cock is honored by your attentions!" the warrior gasped. "My weapon has not been unsheathed all night, and as the old saying goes, the first strokes are always among the best!"
Beautiful Brynn caressed the huge erection and then began to lick and kiss the swelling knob, which gave Gunnar great pleasure. In return, the bold Viking pressed his tongue deeply into the lady's snatch, causing her to experience good sensations.
"I must permit you to fuck me in the mouth!"
Brynn sighed. Stretching wide her jaws, she gently guided the quivering red tip of Gunnar's hard penis into her soft warm mouth, and there preceded to suck and lick it until the valiant Icelander was squirming with good sexual pleasure.
"Oh, suck me, suck me, sweet Brynn!" Gunnar crooned. "With brave Thor as my witness, never have I had my cock so sweetly sucked!"
Gunnar in turn fucked the lady's cunt with his tongue, and so powerful were his strokes that the beautiful girl was soon shivering all over with lustful excitement.
"Gunnar, brave Gunnar, what strokes your tongue gives my cunt!" she sobbed. "In truth, I have known cocks that could not give me the fulfillment I receive from your tongue!"
And so the noble couple had double oral sex until they were both in a high state of sexual arousal, and each could perceive the beginnings of an orgasm. Consequently they stopped by mutual agreement, and prepared themselves for fucking.
Lovely Brynn laid on her back with her legs spread, and Gunnar had to admire her female beauty. Her breasts were taught with excitement, and her belly quivered nervously. Between her thighs was one of the sweetest pussies Gunnar had yet looked upon, all pink and glistening between her golden pussy hairs, now matted with moisture. "Do I look good enough to fuck?" she teased. Gunnar mounted her for his answer, and his cock fell into her hands so she could guide it to her waiting pussy. Both gasped as his big erection slid inside her slick pink slit-lips.
You are truly as tight and juicy as I thought you would be!" Gunnar marveled. "Your cunt feels exquisitely fine around my throbbing hard-on!"
"Ooohh, please move it in and out of me!" Brynn moaned. The lovely lass raised her legs and wrapped them around Gunnar's muscular buttocks as the brave hero plowed her slit with his huge cock.
Sucking each others' sex organs had made them too inflamed for much sporting, and they quickly fell to heavy fucking, with many groans and giggles of pleasure.
"Your huge hard cock feels so good up inside me!" Brynn sighed. "It feels so good to be well-filled by a truly manly sex organ!"
Gunnar's body shivered as he propelled his hardened penis in and out of Brynn's tight twat. The friction of his bold strokes was filling them both with surging thrills of pleasure.
"You are such a splendid fuck, my lady!" Gunnar crooned. "My cock is pulsating with joy, and I can feel little spasms of delight rippling through my testicles! My ass-hole is enjoying palpitations of pleasure, and already I can feel the tension of orgasm building up in my crotch!"
Lady Brynn was thrilled to hear this news, for she desperately desired that Gunnar should spill his seed into her vagina.
"Ooohh, yes, yes, fuck me hard and fast!" she coaxed. "I too can feel my pleasure rising, and if you made any hesitation right now, I fear it would destroy my delight!"
Thus taunted, brave Gunnar did not slow his strokes, but even speeded them up, although he could clearly feel his climax curdling between his balls.
"I shan't drop a single stroke if it would deprive my lady of a single sensation of joy!" he stoutly promised, increasing still further the frequency of his cock-strokes.
"Now I shall surely make him ejaculate inside me!" Brynn thought to herself. "In truth, I would not mind if he would impregnate me, for I can think of no man I would rather have for my husband!"
But valiant Gunnar's strokes now fell so swiftly that the lady had no thought but for the surging pleasure that thrilled through her lovely body, radiating out from her throbbing vagina. The friction of Gunnar's valiant strokes was bringing the lady closer and closer to her passion's purpose, and she could do no more than cling to his strong plunging body and beg for more.
"Fuck me! Ooooooh, fuck me!" she pleaded. "Fuck my little pussy as hard as you can, for I can feel my pleasure rising! My belly is boiling with passion, and a few more strokes will send me over the top, bold Gunnar! Fuck me faster!"
Gallant Gunnar arose to his lover's call, although he was himself dangerously close to orgasm. Privately he had sworn that this lady should not succeed where the others failed, for although Gunnar was greatly attracted to her, he did not feel in his heart yet that she was the one in whose vagina he would discharge his precious seed.
Being so inclined, skillful Gunnar clamped tightly down on the muscles in his seething groin, and although he increased his speed enough to bring the lady to orgasm, still he did not spill a single drop of his jizm.
The lady however was reduced to convulsions of pleasure. Her cunt contracted violently with spasms of intense sexual joy, and her breath was swept away by the power of her orgasm.
"Aaahhh-aaaahhh-aah-ah! Ah! Oh! Oh, Gunnar!" she sobbed in her passion. "Ooohh, I'm coming so hard! You fuck me so good!"
Surging spasms of delight shuddered through Brynn's beautiful young body, making the girl squirm uncontrollably with pleasure. Her tight cunt twitched voluptuously around Gunnar's laboring cock, and the valiant warrior was sorely tempted to spill his seed, but held manfully out until he could feel the last of the girl's convulsions pass away.
Brynn had the best orgasm of her life. Her cunt exploded with pleasure, and thrills of joy shivered up her spine. She sobbed, whined, whimpered, and moaned throughout her long climax, as each convulsion seemed more ecstatic than the last.
Her orgasm was completed by the time Brynn realized that brave Gunnar had manfully prevented his own climax, but by then she didn't really care. Her pleasure had been so fantastic that she was now only capable of feeling love and gratitude for the man who had thus transported Her into the land of sexual bliss.
"Ooohh, my manly lover!" she gasped. "I am so satisfied! My only discomfort lies in the fact that you have not yet had your pleasure, but I shall make that into an advantage by dwelling on the delight it will give me to coax your ejaculation from you with my dainty mouth and hands!"
And so saying, the lovely lady wriggled down on the bed, still beneath Gunnar's muscular body, until her face was level with his throbbing swollen cock.
"Turn over on your back, and let me relieve you of your load!" she whispered, and gallant Gunnar did her bidding, and she immediately set to caressing his enormous erection.
Stretching wide her jaws, she sucked the red knob into her mouth and put one hand between his balls and wrapped the other around the broad base of his cock. Brynn sucked the head, jacked the shaft, and caressed his prime pleasure point between his testicles, and Gunnar did not require much of that attention before his great cock heaved and jerked, and his pressing load was released into Brynn's sweet mouth.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh! Uh-mm! 'uuhh! 'oohhh!" the hero gasped as he experienced the supreme pleasure of his long-delayed ejaculation.
Gunnar's sexual tension drained out of his piss-slit along with his creamy seed, and she shivered and laughed as his jerking cock poured semen into Brynn's eagerly sucking mouth.
The worthy lady sucked and caressed until she had milked the delighted Gunnar of every drop of his sex-cream, and then she swallowed everything and tenderly licked up everything that had spilled over his cock and balls.
"Sweet Gunnar!" she sighed. "I should feel bitterly disappointed that I failed to induce you to ejaculate inside my vagina, but in all truth I must admit I have nothing but the fondest feelings for you right now, for although you denied me your semen, still you gave me the most splendid fucking and the greatest orgasm I have ever known in my life!"
"What you say does us both great honor, my lady!" Gunnar replied courteously.
"Oh, brave Gunnar!" the lady continued with a sigh. "What I am now going to tell you may cause us both great sorrow, but my fondness for you compels me! Gunnar, beware of my kinsman Helgi, for he plots your downfall! For your sake, and for the sake of your noble kinsman Hakon, beware of Helgi and his conspiracies!" Then the lady moaned with great distress, and it was only with the greatest difficulty that she was able to continue. "My kinsman Helgi put me up to seducing you, Gunnar - "
"I had suspected as much," Gunnar answered, "but having now been seduced, I reckon him more my friend than my enemy for the favor!"
"-but that's not all! I have discovered why! He wanted to get you away from the hall tonight, because he has secret information that your kinsman Hakon is sleeping with the Princess Ingrid! He plans to discover them and expose them to the king, and your kinsman will undoubtedly be killed on the spot!"
Upon hearing these words, brave Gunnar arose in great agitation. "It is well you have told me this my lady!" he said, quickly dressing. Brynn noted that Gunnar put on his chain-mail under his shirt, and strapped on his famous sword.
Suddenly Brynn grew worried for what she had revealed. "Gunnar!" she cried. "What are you going to do?"
"I am going to go and find your kinsman, the treacherous Helgi, and slay him!" Gunner answered promptly.
"No!" Brynn sobbed. "You must not! What if my information is incorrect? For I have not heard it directly from Helgi's mouth, but only from his servants! Please don't slay him like this, for you will only earn the vengeance of the king and his whole court!"
Gunnar paused for a moment in thought. "What you say has much merit! I would not like good King Brian to think I slew his kinsman without provocation! Here is what I shall do: I shall go to King Brian's house and stand guard outside Princess Ingrid's bedchamber. If Helgi comes to do them damage, I shall defend them against him, but if nothing happens, then in the morning I shall warn them and advise them on another plan of action!"
Brynn was relieved that Gunnar was not going off to slay her kinsman Helgi immediately, and she encouraged his plan.
"But you must be careful, brave Gunnar!" she warned. "If you should sleep, or your attention wander, and you were also discovered there by Helgi, then it would go as badly for you as for Hakon!"
Gunnar thanked the noble Brynn for her good advice, and then went quickly to King Brian's hall, taking his sword and his gold-embossed shield, to stand guard for his kinsman Hakon while that worthy warrior had his sexual pleasure with the king's daughter.
CHAPTER FIVE
The guardsman outside the private apartments of King Brian and his family immediately recognized Gunnar as one of the king's retainer of the highest rank, and assumed he was on the king's business, so Gunnar was admitted, even armed as he was.
Gunnar had been there before and he knew the general lay-out of the house. He quickly found the dead-end corridor off of which opened the two princess' chambers, and no others. Gunnar took up his station in this corridor, leaning on his shield, his hand on the hilt of his trusty sword.
Before long Gunnar became aware of the sounds coming through Ingrid's closed door. Despite himself, Gunnar was bored and he found himself listening.
"How shall I fuck you first tonight, my love?" loyal Gunnar hears his kinsman Hakon ask.
"Do me first from the rear, in the manner of the dog!" the girl instantly replied. "I love that position, because it leaves your hands free to roam around my passionate naked body!"
Now, Gunnar had wide experience in sexual conquests, but his approach to love-making had always been rather conventional, and he was not well versed in the exotic aspects of love. He had heard about people who copulated in the manner of dogs, but had never done nor seen it, and his curiosity was greatly aroused.
Moving with great caution, Gunnar sneaked up and opened the door a crack. A quick glance showed him a rearward view of the lovely Princess Ingrid, who was on her hands and knees naked on the bed. Just as Gunnar looked, the beautiful girl reached behind her and used her dainty hands to spread the cheeks of her ass, thus revealing her pink inflamed slit. Gunnar gasped and pushed the door shut, quickly resuming his post.
But many minutes passed and nothing happened, and Gunnar was again attracted by the sounds coming from Ingrid's chamber.
"Oh, yes, you're so long and hard! Fuck me, fearless Hakon! Fuck me like a dog, like a wild wolf!"
"What a shameful thing it is to peek!" Gunnar reproached himself, but in the end he slipped back to the door and permitted himself another glance inside.
Gunnar's valiant kinsman had mounted his beloved from the rear in the manner she requested, and Gunnar could see Hakon's large cock penetrating the girl's pink vagina. Ingrid squirmed with delight, and Hakon laughed and stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.
Blushing with shame, Gunnar resolutely pulled the door shut and went back to his post.
"I must not allow myself to do that any more!" he promised.
But many long empty minutes passed, and Gunnar could not help but listen to the noises that came from the lady's chamber.
"Ooohhhh, yes, yes! Use your hands too!" he heard Ingrid sob.
Gunnar became very curious about what exactly his kinsman was doing with his hands that so delighted the girl, and so the worthy warrior permitted himself another quick peek. "This will be absolutely the last one!" he swore, again cracking the door.
Gunnar saw Hakon feverishly fucking Ingrid from the rear, and Hakon was using his hands to reach under and caress Ingrid's hanging breasts and nipples, making the lovely girl squirm with delight.
Gunnar knew he should close the door, but he said to himself, "Since this is the last peak, I might as well make it a good one!"
Hakon and Ingrid were enjoying a splendid fuck, for they both shivered with delight at every stroke of brave Hakon's long weapon. Hakon's strong hands massaged his lover's full tits, and she giggled and moaned with joy under his mighty hands and cock.
"Oooohhh, yes, fuck me hard, and play with my boobs! Pinch my nipples while you screw my cunt!" the blissful girl crooned to her noble lover.
Hakon's testicles quivered with delight as he stroked his throbbing cock in and out of his lover's tight wet cunt, and he took increased pleasure from making the lovely lady squirm when he fondled her breasts.
"My, that does look like fun!" Gunnar thought to himself. Then he remembered where he was, and he quickly pulled the door closed and resumed his guard duty.
But the minutes dragged by with feet of lead, and after a while Gunnar heard such commotions from Ingrid's room that he could not help but cock his ear in their direction.
"Ooohhh, yes, Hakon! This is best of all! Rub it! Pinch it! Roll it in your fingers while you fuck the shit out of my throbbing pussy!"
When Gunnar heard noble Ingrid moan these words, his curiosity was greatly aroused, and he decided it wouldn't hurt if he took one more quick look at the fucking couple.
Gunnar pushed the door open again, and this was the scene that greeted his eager eyes: Bold Hakon was still fucking his squirming lady in the canine style, but now that her highest passion was approaching, he had moved one hand down between her thighs, and he was frigging her swollen clitoris at the same time he screwed her twitching vagina!
Gunnar had no doubt that Hakon's partner was pleased by these manipulations of her clit, because the beautiful princess was squirming and twisting under her lover's passionate embrace, and her lips were giving vent to the cries that ladies make when they feel themselves about ready to come.
"Ooohhh! Ooohh, fuck me, sweet Hakon! Fuck me mightily, and frig my throbbing come-button with your manly hands! The friction of your cock pumping in and out of me makes my slit shiver with delight, and your stimulation of my clit is rapidly bringing me to the extremes of my sexual pleasure!"
But brave Hakon was himself no less in the throes of sexual delight, and the brave warrior gasped and trembled as he kept his hard penis moving inside his lover's cunt.
"Ooohhh, yess, my royal lover!" Hakon crooned. "I too feel my ultimate passion approaching! My long cock quivers with delight at every thrust, and I can sense my balls tightening up for an orgasm! Already my ass-hole contracts with the tension of an approaching climax!"
"Well," Gunnar thought to himself, "since I've watched this much, I might as well stay for the end!"
As the beautiful Ingrid got closer to her orgasm, her sweet cunt started contracting regularly with little spasms of joy, and this served to greatly enhance the pleasure sensations Hakon felt in his pumping penis. Thanks to these vaginal caresses, it was Hakon who first experienced the first spasm of full orgasm, accompanied by a spurting jet of semen for the sweet lady's snatch.
"Oohh, my love, I'm coming in your cunt!" the brave Viking gasped.
So close was the lady to her own climax that Hakon's first spurt was all she needed to start exploding!
And so the two high-born lovers enjoyed the supreme pleasure of their passion, and Hakon's kinsman Gunnar looked on in admiration, feeling his own cock hardening beneath his mail.
But just before Gunnar closed the door he caught a movement on the opposite side of the room. Looking closely, Gunnar saw that the door to the adjoining room was open, and he caught a quick glimpse through it, and what he saw quickened his heart and constricted his throat.
This is what Gunnar saw for that split second: Princess Astrid, who had also been spying on the secret lovers, was squatting behind the connecting door. Her incomparable young body was completely naked, except for the golden necklace she had taken from Gunnar's hands. The virgin princess was squatting with her legs open, and Gunnar could see the perfect beauty of her youthful crotch.
The soft curly hair that surrounded the princess' pink slit was as golden as the morning sunlight, and almost seemed to shine in the darkness. Nestled in the center of the soft golden bed was the cutest little pink pussy Gunnar had ever laid eyes on, and it was inflamed with lust, swollen with desire, leaking the fragrant nectars of delight.
The vision of sweet Astrid's vagina was burned into the worthy hero's brain, and nothing would banish it. The brave Viking's cock throbbed in his trousers, threatening to burst the seams with its powerful erection.
"Surely I have been bewitched!" brave Gunnar shuddered. "My hands are shaking, and my cock is pulsating like a decapitated chicken! My loins feel like water, and my heart beats as though I was preparing for battle!"
And then bold Gunnar heard one tiny sound coming from the fair Astrid's door. It was only one tiny whimper, almost inaudible, but in an instant valiant Gunnar was at the door.
"Perhaps she is ill!" Gunnar thought. "I would be remiss in my duties to my king if I failed to make sure!"
And so Gunnar pushed open the other door, the one leading to the chamber of the younger Princess Astrid, and the valiant warrior peered inside.
"With mighty Thor as my witness!" the fearless Gunnar swore under his breath.
Lovely young Astrid lay sprawled on her bed. Gunnar's rich gift glinted on her rising breasts, but other than that her perfect female body was entirely naked. Her thighs were spread, revealing her inflamed genitals, and as Gunnar marveled in amazement the young beauty took a clean white candle from the bedside table and addressed it to her leaking vagina.
Gunnar stood entranced as the exquisite maiden slowly penetrated her slit with the candle, and then he heard the words she was whimpering to herself.
"Fuck me, white candle!" she breathed. "Fuck me while I pretend that you are the strong cock of bold Gunnar of Iceland!"
Gunnar's throat constricted when he heard these words, and his hand dropped immediately to his trouser buttons.
The masturbating princess continued her whining monologue: "If only bold Gunnar would come and claim this prize for himself! He gave me a present of rich gold which I have never taken off out of love for him, and he looked at me as though he cared for me when he presented it to me, but now he ignores me, and my heart pines in secret with sadness! My little virgin slit craves the friction of his valiant cock-strokes, and I would give up my royal birth-right in a second if he would only come and fill my cunt with his brave manly cock!"
Gunnar could scarcely believe what his ears had heard, and he unbuttoned his pants without even thinking of what he was doing. His trousers fell to the floor, and his cock sprang to attention as he watched the squirming girl.
Astrid slipped the candle in and out of her tight twat, cringing with delight at every stroke. Her beautiful young ass squirmed on the bed, and her lovely pink nipples were taut with sexual arousal.
"I shall imagine that valiant Gunnar has finally decided to come to me in my passion!" the babbling lady continued. "Even though he has shown that he prefers every other lady in Court over me, even the spiteful jealous Brynn, kinswoman of the treacherous Helgi, who everyone knows is Gunnar's enemy! Even though he has not once paid me the courtesy of even a formal little wooing, I shall still pretend that he has finally come to me, to placate my passions with his heroic cock!"
This was finally too much for Gunnar, and he threw the door open and stepped into the room, his splendidly erect penis going before him like a proud lance.
"Do not pine, sweet lady!" he pleaded. "You shall no longer be denied that which you desire so sincerely!"
Tears of joy sprang from the beautiful girl's large blue eyes, and she held out her arms to her beloved. Gunnar went in to his lady's bed, leaving his shield in the hall and his sword leaning next to the half-open door. So great was his passion that he forgot completely the period which threatened him and his kinsman.
CHAPTER SIX
Beautiful little Princess Astrid could hardly believe her eyes. The warrior of her dreams stood before her, dressed in shining mail to the waist, naked below, and as erect as the mast of a dragon-ship!
"Gunnar!" she breathed.
The worthy Icelandic hero approached the bed as if bewitched, so splendid did young Astrid appear in his eyes. His ardent gaze swept her stunning body as he stood over her bed.
"Gunnar, you have come at last!" the young princess sighed.
Gunnar stared in rapture at her round young face, her long hair like yellow gold on the pillow. He gazed upon her fine proud breasts, rose-pink nipples taut with desire, between which were scattered the red gold links of his gift. His eyes swept down to her slender belly, the navel like a tiny rosebud, and on down to her lovely loins and the golden floss of her pussy hairs.
Before the youthful beauty could protest, the brave Viking thrust his curly head between her thighs and saluted her noble nooky with his lips.
"Gunnar!" the lady gasped. "Ooooh, Gunnar! Am I dreaming, or do I really feel your sweet mouth pressed against my sweet slit!"
Gallant Gunnar finally found his tongue. "Oh, my precious lady! Never before in my life have I observed such female sexual beauty! I must honor your sweet snatch with my kiss, for I have never beheld one of such splendor!"
And then Gunnar's tongue found the young lady's clitoris, and she gasped and moaned as the worthy warrior applied his skills to the oral stimulation of her pussy.
"Ooooh, my lord! How you do lick and suck my clit! I can hardly stand the sensations you generate that way! Oooh, bold Gunnar, keep eating my little cunt!"
Gunnar had no intention of stopping! He now employed also his manly hands, using his fingers to separate the lips of the girl's vagina, thus making her little clit even more available to his lips and tongue.
Pretty little Astrid was squirming uncontrollably in her passion. Her loins were inflamed with lust, and she whimpered and sobbed as her worthy lover sucked her little clit into his mouth and frigged it with his tongue.
"Aaaahhh! You are sucking my sex-button, lord Gunnar!" she whined. "And I can barely stand it! Never has my little clit been so inflamed with lust!"
Valiant Gunnar then moved his tongue down to the lovely opening in the bottom of the maiden's belly. Spreading her dainty slit-lips with his tender fingers, Gunnar unsheathed his artful tongue upon the lady's vagina itself, and soon reduced her to a helpless state of sexual arousal.
"Never before have I tasted a cunt so sweetly delicious!" the bold Viking marveled. "Nor have I licked one that was set in such a delightful young body!"
Fearless Gunnar was as generous with his tongue as with his gold, and he lavished his lapping strokes on his beloved's pussy, for it delighted him greatly to make the sweet young lady squirm and sob with her pleasure.
Stiffening his tongue, the bold Viking penetrated young Astrid's vaginal passage, and the young lass almost swooned with delight. Gunnar moved his tongue around inside her slit, stirring the princess into a frenzy of lust.
"Ooooh, Gunnar, Gunnar, my secret lover! Your artful tongue fills my virgin slit with surges of passion! I just love the way it feels when you move your tongue around inside me like that!"
Gunnar plied his strokes until the lady was panting swiftly, her limbs shivering with joy, until finally she twisted away from him.
"Please stop now!" she gasped. "I still can't believe this is happening! Come here please and lie in my arms, bold Gunnar, so I may satisfy myself that it is really you!"
Gallant Gunnar immediately stretched himself out next to his beloved and took her warm body in his arms.
"It is truly I, sweet Astrid!" Gunnar asserted. "Give me your lips to seal it!"
Noble Astrid stroked her lover's face with her fingertips, gazing into his blue eyes. "It is you, brave Gunnar! It really is!" And she pressed her lips passionately to his, and their tongues met and caressed.
Feeling Gunnar's heroic erection pressing against her naked belly, Astrid could not restrain herself from handling it. She stroked it tentatively with her fingertips, and her brave lover shivered with pleasure.
"May I play with your cock, sweet Gunnar?" the lady asked.
"Do whatever pleases you, my lady, I beg of you!" gasped the warrior. "In all truth, I would deny you nothing if it were in my power to give you!"
Then the lady put both of her soft dainty hands in the Viking's groin, and began massaging the great length of his splendid hard-on, until Gunnar was moaning with delight.
"Your hands are so soft, my lady!" he sighed. "I can't begin to tell you how good my cock feels when you do that!"
Astrid caressed his throbbing testicles as well as sliding the loose skin up and down the stiff shaft of his erection. She rubbed him swiftly, until Gunnar was whimpering with lust.
"Brave Gunnar, I have dreamed of kissing your manly organ!" the tender lass confessed, "and now I mean to do it! Give me your leave to kiss and suck you, my lord!"
"Gracious lady, you do not need to ask!" Gunnar assured her. "Please feel free to do whatever would make you happy!"
And so the beautiful fifteen-year-old princess slid down the bed until she could attend to Gunnar's dick with her mouth.
"Gunnar, before this moment I would never have believed that men's sex organs could grow this large!" she marveled. "And so big around! The knob on the end puts me in mind of an apple, my lover! How will you ever be able to penetrate my tight little virgin cunt with this huge battle-mace?"
Beautiful Astrid began to smother Gunnar's cock with soft kisses, using her tongue as well as her lips. Up and down the broad span of his cock she lapped and kissed, until the brave warrior was squirming with pleasure, his hard organ twitching in her dainty hands.
"Now I shall suck the mighty head!" she announced. Good as her word, the lady stretched open her jaws and took the bulging knob into her soft, wet mouth. The beautiful young princess worked her jaw muscles and sucked, and Gunnar groaned aloud as a great convulsion of pleasure surged through his groin.
"By all the gods in heaven!" the Viking swore. "Your warm, sweet mouth must be the pleasantest place my cock has tarried in all my life!" he sighed. "Oh, do please keep sucking my penis like that, gentle Astrid!"
The noble-born lass sucked heartily, and in addition used her soft, dainty hands to caress the shaft of his organ. She slid the skin up and down, sucking and jacking until bold Gunnar was squirming lasciviously in his pleasure.
The tender young lady took his quivering ball-sack in her gentle hand and fondled his shivering nuts. Gunnar gasped and writhed, his passions aroused beyond control by the lady's attentions.
"Oooooh, my lady, I can let you continue no longer, for I fear my manly flood will threaten to drown your tender breast!"
So saying, the handsome Gunnar seized his lady by the hands and pulled her up again face to face with him. He encircled his body with his arms and caressed her round little ass.
"Sweet Astrid!" he panted. "You have given me such pleasure, I now fear for our honor! I have only now remembered that I must guard the door against treacherous Helgi, and were I to stay longer in any case, I would be sore tempted to rob you of your precious maidenhead!"
But the fair young lady would hear none of Gunnar's arguments, but only entwined her soft, shapely leg around his and snuggled warmly against his breast.
"How can you speak of leaving me, brave Gunnar! And I was just beginning to think you must care a little bit for me! How cruel you are! I would never have granted you such favors as you have enjoyed had I known you but meant to tease and spurn me in the end!"
And the young princess began crying so pitifully that Gunnar could only enfold her in his arms and caress her nude form with his gentle hands.
"Please don't think badly of me, noble Astrid!" Gunnar begged. "In all truth, I do care greatly for you, and never had I the intent to trifle with your affections!"
Hearing these dear words, the lady artfully contrived to squirm over on her back, pulling the brave warrior on top of her, and Gunnar started to speak again of his duty and their peril, but then he felt the sensitive tip of his penis rubbing against the soft warm slippery flesh of her loins, and Gunnar forgot all danger, remembering only the beautiful Astrid's vagina, which was now lying open beneath the very head of his cock.
Both were so inflamed with lust there was no need for guiding hands to direct his erection into her slit. The two young lovers kissed and embraced, and as they squirmed voluptuously, Gunnar's heroic cock found its own way between the slick lips of Astrid's virgin vagina.
"Aaaahhh! Oooh, Gunnar, my lord, I feel you making your way into my love-tunnel!" the lady whispered. "How my pussy swells and stretches from your bold advances!"
"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he gallantly asked. "If I thought I was causing you even the slightest twinge of pain-"
"Oh, no!" the girl hastily assured him. "No, I would never forgive you if you withdrew now! In fact, I want you to push it in farther!"
Gunnar pressed gently forward with his giant dick, and soon encountered his lady's maidenhead.
"Lady Astrid, I fear I have come upon your precious cherry!" he warned. "Farther than this I cannot on my honor go!"
But beautiful Astrid had her own ideas. Raising her lovely legs and wrapping them around Gunnar's squirming ass, Astrid gave a mighty push with her hips, and in a second Gunnar's cock had penetrated her maidenhead and was pushing through the virgin folds of her deep tight vagina.
"Oh! Gunnar! Yes! Fuck me!" the girl sobbed.
When the bold Icelander felt the full length of his cock sliding up the inside of Astrid's twat, he forgot honor along with peril, and moaned out loud from the pleasure he felt.
"Aaahhh, Astrid!" he sighed. "You have given me your cherry, and my cock throbs with joy! Never before has my penis been so well encunted! I swear, my love, now I shall never be able to leave your sweat joy-hole until I have loosed the torrents of my lust!"
Delighted, Astrid moved her long, slim legs around in her pleasure, caressing Gunnar's muscular flanks with the soft insides of her white thighs. These caresses made his hips quiver with joy, and this quivering ran clear down his cock, so that Astrid's vagina was also thrilled.
"Ooooh, fuck me, brave Viking!" Astrid pleaded. "Give me the strong strokes of your manly weapon! Fuck me, Gunnar!"
But her pleadings were unnecessary, for Gunnar was powerless to do anything but what she asked. His cock was so delighted with Astrid's tight tunnel that it craved friction, and Gunnar began gently rocking his hips back and forth, moving his heroic penis in and out of his beloved's virgin vagina.
"I cannot help but fuck you, my lady!" Gunnar panted. "Even were I so to choose, my body would not let me do otherwise! My cock craves your slit-friction so much I cannot deny it!"
"I agree totally with your cock!" Astrid giggled. "And that goes double for my cunt!"
Gentle Astrid's vagina was now experiencing sensations it had never known before, and the beautiful blonde princess was squirming and shuddering from the pleasure this caused.
"Oooooh, my love, this feels so good!" Gunnar crooned. "Your tight little twat is the finest I have ever known, and no doubt the best in all the world!"
Gunnar moved with sensual swiftness, his hips writhing between his lady's legs, his hard organ slipping in and out of her, making them both quiver with delight. The bold warrior was so lustful he was virtually out of control, and his body shuddered as the thrills of sexual joy surged through his splendid muscles.
"Oooohh! Aaaahh! Mmmm! Uh! Uh! Uh!" the Viking warrior gasped in his passion. "Oh, my love, it feels so good I can't stand it! I couldn't lie still if I wanted to! I just have to keep my cock moving inside you!"
"Oooohh, do it, do it! Keep it up! You fuck me so good, Gunnar! I knew I was right to wait for you! You must be the best fucker in the whole world, and I'm going to have my climax soon, because I can't help it, you're going to make me come!"
Neither one of them could help it, they had both fucked themselves beyond the point of voluntary control. Gunnar's heroic body shuddered with waves of passion. His testicles were tightening with sexual tension, and his asshole quivered with delight.
Gunnar didn't even try to hold it in, because the muscles refused to answer his command, so great was his passion for the beautiful princess whose cunt he was fucking. Wave after wave of passion swelled through his groin, and each was more excruciatingly pleasant than the last. Finally the waves stopped diminishing in between, and a solid wall of sexual delight throbbed through his groin, wringing his ejaculation from his quaking testicles.
"Ooooohhh FUCK!!" he screamed.
Gunnar's cock and balls exploded with pleasure. His throbbing cock opened wide and the jizm flowed out of his quivering piss-slit, making him cringe and groan, so strong was the delight he felt at his orgasm.
"Fuck! Shit! Ohh, mighty Thor be my witness! What pleasure! My cock pours with come! Oh, Astrid, you have wrung from me the mightiest ejaculation of my life, and I feel about to die of the pleasure!"
But noble Astrid was at that moment plunging into her own blissful orgasm. Washed with the hot flood of Gunnar's passion, her tight vagina convulsed with spasms of extreme pleasure, and the lovely little lady squirmed and jerked as her passion released itself in a shuddering orgasm of tremendous power.
"OoooooOOOOH! OH! OH!" the girl sobbed.
All the energy of Astrid's healthy young lust poured out in that fantastic climax. The girl gasped and writhed as her slender loins were racked by surge after surge of hot sexual thrills, and her pussy palpitated and overflowed with slick juices that dribbled down the writhing cheeks of her pretty little ass.
"Ooooh, Gunnar, nobody could ever fuck me as well as you! Your cock causes me such pleasure, I fear I shall swoon from my delight!"
The heroic couple squirmed and writhed together, welded at the loins with a bond of the most extreme sexual pleasure. But all things must end, and finally Gunnar's balls pumped themselves dry, and gentle Astrid felt her last convulsion ebbing away.
Then the noble lovers collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted and purring with the golden afterglow of a perfect sexual experience.
The next thing Gunnar knew, he was awakened by the sound of armor clanking in the corridor, and he opened his eyes to see several armed men, followed by Helgi, also armed, and King Brian, who held aloft a blazing torch.
In an instant Gunnar leaped out of bed and snatched up his famous sword. Kicking open the door to Ingrid's room, Gunnar called to the startled Hakon.
"Arm yourself, kinsman, for our enemies are upon us!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Having left his good shield out in the hall, Gunnar used his sword two-handed, and it roared through the air as he swung it over his head. The first man through the door had his helmet split for his trouble, and fell dead with his brains spilling on the floor.
Then bold Hakon leaped from Ingrid's door, and his greeting to the intruders was no less manly than his kinsman's. Hakon swung his sword so hard he cleaved through the mail on the warrior who faced him, and that man fell dead.
"Let us retreat around the corner," Helgi advised, "for they are trapped here, and we can devise some way of taking them without further loss of life!"
King Brian accepted this council, for it grieved him to see his good men slain by the fearless Icelanders.
"We must take advantage of this brief time!" bold Gunnar said. "Astrid and Ingrid, listen carefully-will you come with us, or will you remain here, because I intend that we should fight our way out of here or die trying, because King Brian will never let us keep our heads after this!"
"I agree completely!" Hakon said. "But you ladies may choose to come, or to stay!"
Both the princesses quickly agreed to join their lovers rather than stay behind without them.
"Then be quick!" Gunnar advised. "Pack a few clothes, and all the jewels you can carry-all your small treasures! Hurry, now!"
The ladies did as Gunnar said, and Gunnar and Hakon quickly dressed and fully armed themselves.
Around the corner in the corridor, King Brian took counsel with his men.
Brave Thorhall, King Brian's helmsman, wanted to attack them straight away, but the king was not sure this was a good idea.
"If we do that, we are sure to lose many men!" Brian said, "for now they're armed, and they must know I will not let them escape alive after this insult!"
"If they are the gentlemen they are supposed to be, they will let the ladies go!" Helgi said. "Then we can burn them out, and if the smoke doesn't deliver them to our hands, they will perish in the names!"
Helgi peeked around the door. "Gunnar! Can you hear me?"
"I can hear you!"
"Let the king's daughters go, Gunnar! Surely you would not see them hurt for your sakes!"
"Let the daughters answer for themselves!" Gunnar said.
"Astrid! Ingrid! Can you hear me?" Helgi called.
"We can hear you, Helgi! Go and eat shit!"
"You can't mean that!" Helgi argued. "Gunnar must be forcing you to say that!"
"Gunnar isn't forcing us to say anything!" the ladies answered. "We are telling you to go eat a plate of shit! And that goes for our father, too!"
Helgi went back to King Brian and said, "I don't think the girls want to come out, sir!"
But King Brian had heard, and he was furious. "What kind of daughters are these, that tell their father to go and eat shit? We will fire this wing of the house with them in it, then! Go and bring kindling and more torches!"
Two of the king's men ran to do this, and Gunnar said, "Now is our chance, while they are short-handed! Are you ready to fight our way out, kinsman?"
"I am ready, Gunnar!" brave Hakon answered. The ladies had collected their small baggage and were ready to follow their lovers.
Gunnar and Hakon ran down the corridor, bursting upon their enemies unexpectedly. Bold Thorhall snatched up his sword and sprang up in front of Gunnar.
"What a disloyal bastard you turned out to be!" Thorhal spat. "Is this any way to repay all the honor King Brian has shown you?"
"Get out of my way!" Gunnar said.
Thorhall swung his sword, and it split Gunnar's shield to the handle. But then Gunnar swung his own weapon, and the blow swept Thorhal's leg away at the hip.
Thorhall fell dead, and another brave warrior took his place. But this man had no sooner raised his sword than fearless Hakon hacked at his neck, and he, too, lost his life there.
In all, Hakon killed three and Gunnar seven, before they had gone to the end of the corridor. But when they were in the hall, and thirty more men were arming there, awakened by the noise.
Earl Bodvark, one of King Brian's best men, looked in confusion at the sight of the king and his men retreating before the Icelanders. "Tell me what to do, my lord!" Bodvark asked.
"Attack Hakon and Gunnar!" King Brian said. "They have done me many wrongs this night, copulating with my daughters, and then slaying many of my brave men! Richly will I reward the man who cuts these scoundrels down!"
Earl Bodvark unsheathed his sword and ran to intercept the Icelanders, who were fighting their way to the door, closely followed by their ladies.
Bodvark attacked Gunnar savagely, so that Gunnar's shield splintered from the blows. Swinging his sword two-handed, Gunnar parried all of Bodvark's strokes and then dealt him with his death blow.
"I have robbed you of your shield, but you have taken my life in return!" Bodvark said, as he fell dead.
King Brian was sorely vexed to see all his best liege-men being slaughtered by Gunnar and Hakon, and now he called out to his men.
"Gunnar has lost his shield, and we must be able to take him now! Attack him, all of you!"
Twenty or more men ran at the Icelanders then, and the princesses cringed in fear for their lovers, but Gunnar and Hakon stood back to back with the girls between, and hacked and stroked with their strong swords.
Swinging his great sword over his head, Gunnar sent the heads of two men flying with a single stroke, and then leaped forward and killed another who was within reach. Bold Hakon slew one man by splitting his helmet, and then gave another his death-stroke by sending his sharp sword clean through the warrior's mail shirt.
The Orkney warriors retreated, wailing about their losses, and King Brian gnashed his teeth in horror. "Am I to believe that two single Icelanders can hold off every stout warrior in my entire household? Why have I been paying out good gold to you louts who warm my mead-benches with your fat asses and now hang back when my enemies threaten to take my daughters from my house by force?"
This speech pricked up the courage of the surviving Orkney warriors, and they rushed to make a last stand at the door, trying to prevent the escape of the Icelanders and their stolen brides.
Bold Gunnar said, "I shall take the vanguard, my dear kinsman, and you guard our rear! I think we shall be in open air before too much longer!"
With these words fearless Gunnar hurled himself at the crowd of warriors at the door, hewing right and left with his sword. He carried no shield, but his sword-strokes fell so fast that no man could break his guard, and before he stepped back again four men had gotten their death-strokes from him.
"That was well-done, brave kinsman!" Hakon said. "But I cannot go back to Iceland with honor if I allow you to heap up all the glory here! Pray, guard our flank while I make a try for the door!"
So Gunnar guarded their rear, and good Hakon ran forward at the pack of warriors, his sword flailing. Two men stepped up to meet him, but the first lost his head to Hakon's flying sword, and the second tried to raise his shield, but Hakon's flying split the shield and pierced the man's mail besides, biting into his heart and killing him instantly. Then Hakon leaned forward and swept off the leg of another man before falling back again.
"Bravely fought, Hakon!" Gunnar said. "And I thank you for the rest! Now I think it's time for us to leave here!"
With these words fearless Gunnar hurled himself at the crowd of warriors at the door, hewing right and left with his sword. He carried no shield, but his sword-strokes fell so fast that no man could break his guard, and before he stepped back again four men had gotten their death-strokes from him.
"That was well-done, brave kinsman!" Hakon said. "But I cannot go back to Iceland with honor if I allow you to heap up all the glory here! Pray, guard our flank while I make a try for the door!"
So Gunnar guarded their rear, and good Hakon ran forward at the pack of warriors, his sword flailing. Two men stepped up to meet him, but the first lost his head to Hakon's flying sword, and the second tried to raise his shield, but Hakon's blade split the shield and pierced the man's mail besides, biting into his heart and killing him instantly. Then Hakon leaned forward and swept off the leg of another man before falling back again.
"Bravely fought, Hakon!" Gunnar said. "And I thank you for the rest! Now I think it is time for us to leave here!"
With these words Gunnar leaped forward, and everyone in the hall could hear the roar as he swung his sword two-handed around his golden head. King Brian's warriors tried to ward off the blows, but such was Gunnar's strength that their shields splintered and their armor fell to pieces under his attack, and soon five more were dead and the way outside was theirs.
Of all the men King Brian had had in the hall, only Helgi remained alive, and Helgi and Brian stood arm in arm looking in awe at the damage the two Icelanders had done to them.
Gunnar stopped in the door after the others were safely out, and addressed King Brian. "I am sorry, good king, to have done all this to you, which I know to be damage beyond compensation. You deserved better of me, but who can predict what fate has in store for any man?"
Gunnar always carried a carved hunting horn around his neck, and now he took it and blew it three times. This was the signal for his men to quickly hurry to their long-ship and prepare to sail.
"Now I mean to quickly sail away from here, for I know you will raise a hundred men the second I turn my back, and I can't blame you, since we have robbed you of your lovely daughters and slain fully three dozen of your best men!" Gunnar told the king.
"I should have listened to your warnings many weeks ago, loyal Helgi!" King Brian said. "I cannot yet fully believe all the grief these two Icelanders have caused me! Gunnar and Hakon, you must know that I will seek blood revenge for this, as well as the recovery of my daughters!"
"You will learn to your peril that even fearless Icelanders should think twice before they so dishonor a king they have sworn to serve!" Helgi snarled.
Gunnar sneered at the two men. "If the glorious deeds my kinsman and I have done here are ever to be avenged, it is not likely to be by two such as the likes of you! Helgi brags of bringing King Brian the vengeance he wants, but I have not seem him raise his sword here yet tonight, even though it was his treacherous conspiracy that started all this bloodshed! If you burn so for vengeance, take it now! You are two men there, and we are two here, one against one, even sides, perfectly fair! Let us each take a sword and fight it out, two against two! Do you want to settle it now?"
But neither King Brian nor his kinsman Helgi wanted to fight Hakon or Gunnar.
"We should kill them now," Hakon said, "while we have them in our power, for otherwise they are capable of doing us a lot of mischief in the future!"
"No!" Gunnar said. "I do not think it stains my honor to fight for my life against the men of a king who swears he will not let me live if it is in his power to prevent it, but I would not want it known that I then slew that king when he would not defend himself!"
So Gunnar and Hakon took Astrid and Ingrid down to their ship and sailed off for Iceland. King Brian sent out twenty dragon-ships with thirty men on each ship, and promised to fill with gold the ship that brought him Gunnar's head, but a storm blew up just then and they never found the Icelanders.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Icelanders were well out to sea when the storm hit. Gunnar ordered his men to strike the sail and lower the mast. A sea-anchor was dropped over the stern to keep the pointed dragon's-head prow pointed into the wind, and the brave party huddled in the belly of the ship and prepared to weather out the storm.
"This is a good sign, kinsman!" Gunnar shouted over the rising wind. "Helgi and King Brian will never find us in this weather!"
Then Gunnar took stout woolen and linen cloth from his chests and made a snug awning over the gunwales in the pointed bow. This chamber he closed off at the open end with a thick tapestry, and then he laid down a rug of soft bear-skins on the planking beneath them. Finally Gunnar took out a priceless piece of embroidered silk, and hung it up down the center to divide the space into two snug chambers for the bold Vikings and their stolen noble brides.
Now it happened that Hakon was exhausted after his night of screwing and fighting, and after giving his beloved a tender kiss, the brave warrior turned on his side and soon slumbered. But in the other chamber, fearless Gunnar found himself in the manly condition, for his passion for the flawless Astrid was still quite new, and the flames burned high. Astrid herself was much excited by the extraordinary events of the last few hours, and not herself inclined toward sleep.
Noble Astrid helped the dauntless warrior to strip himself of his gear, much stained with the blood of his enemies. When she got down to his trousers, she could not help but note the enormous bulge that grew up from between his legs.
"My beloved Gunnar!" Astrid exclaimed. "I thought I saw you remove your sword and stow it out in your chest, but now I fear you have smuggled it to bed with you! Do you think me so much Brian's daughter that you come armed into the bed you have prepared for me?"
"Lady, I pray you to investigate further!" Gunnar said. "The weapon you observe within my trousers is not the singing sword with which I slew fully two dozen of your father's stout retainers!"
"Oh!" the lady giggled. "It is another weapon, then! Perhaps it is one of the enchanted weapons... "
"That is a strange enchantment, and one I have not heard about from the sagas! I fear you must let me look at this wondrous weapon!"
And the lady unfastened the buttons of Gunnar's trousers, and his fully armed cock leapt out into her hand. It was swollen to an enormous lust, and red knob pulsated with desire, and even as the amazed girl gazed upon it, a single droplet of clear liquid leaked from the twitching piss-slit.
"Never have I seen a weapon so ready for battle!" Astrid sighed. "Am I permitted to touch it?"
"You are encouraged to do so!"
The lovely young princess stretched out her dainty hand and gave Gunnar's throbbing cock several soft caresses, until the warrior was squirming with pleasure and lust.
Astrid too was becoming sexually inflamed, and she embraced her lover's neck, kissing him with passion, all the while tenderly jacking his pleasure-filled cock.
"Strip me!" she whispered. "I want to be naked like you!"
His strong hands trembling with desire, Gunnar removed the lady's fine clothing, exposing first her lovely proud young breasts. They heaved with passion, and Gunnar could not resist caressing them with his warm lips.
Beautiful young Astrid squirmed with pleasure, and her lovely rose-colored nipples puckered and throbbed as Gunnar sucked and licked them.
"I love the way it feels when you suck my tits!" the girl moaned. "It fills me with pleasure, and it makes me throb with desire down between my legs!"
Gunnar continued undressing his young lover until she laid naked beside him, and he stroked her beautiful ass and flanks with his hands.
"Your skin is so soft!" he said.
His hand found its way between her legs, and Astrid giggled and opened her white shapely thighs for her lover's caresses. Gunnar found her slit already moist with pleasure fluids, and her little clit swelled joyfully under his tender touch.
"I can hardly believe the softness of your little pussy!" Gunnar exclaimed, his fingers gently exploring the length of her pink crack.
Astrid squirmed and gasped, thrills of delight shivering through her slender young body. Her passions grew higher, and she suggested to Gunnar that they do something she had seen Ingrid and Hakon discover during the nights she had spied on their fuckings.
"I have heard it whispered, dear Gunnar, that a man and his lover may arrange themselves so that they may kiss, lick, and suck each other's sex organs!"
"Such is my understanding," Gunnar agreed. "Would my lady like to try this sport?"
"If it would not offend you, brave Gunnar!"
"Nothing that increased my lady's pleasure could ever be offensive to me!" Gunnar assured her.
And so they exchanged themselves for mutual oral sex. The beautiful blonde girl laid enticingly on her back with her lovely legs spread open to expose her moist pink slit. Gunnar got on top, straddling her pretty head with his knees, his handsome head bent between her thighs.
Astrid guided Gunnar's cock to her mouth with her hands. She stuck out her pink tongue and caressed the knob until it was dripping with her warm saliva, and then she gave passionate open-mouthed kisses to the red tip, caressing his twitching piss-slit with her tongue.
"Ooooh, my love!" Gunnar sobbed. "Never has my cock known such sensations!"
Brimming with gratitude, Gunnar applied his tongue to his lady's quivering quim, first lapping her little clit until it swelled with passion, and the sweet young lady was squirming delightedly from the pleasure that thrilled through her lovely naked loins.
"Oooooh, Gunnar, that feels so good!" she sighed. "Lick my clitoris, my lover! Lapping on my lust-button makes me feel so fine!"
Now noble Astrid opened up her jaws and eagerly sucked the swollen head of her lover's cock into her soft warm mouth, caressing it all over with her lips and tongue. She sucked and licked, until Gunnar was gasping with joy, his cock twitching in her mouth.
"Suck me, suck my cock!" Gunnar cried. "Suck my hard cock, sweet Astrid! By all the gods of Valhalla, what pleasure it gives me when you cock-suck me like this!"
Gunnar started rolling his hips back and forth, moving his cock in and out of Astrid's mouth, so all she had to do was suck when he stroked in and lick when he stroked out.
And great was the pleasure Gunnar got! His cock jerked with little convulsions of delight, and his testicles quivered with joy.
"Now I must give you as much pleasure as you are giving me!" he promised.
Using his strong but tender hands to hold open the lips of young Astrid's vagina, Gunnar licked her little clit until it was so passionate it stood up like a little nipple. Then he sucked it in between his lips and caressed it with his tongue, making the lady gasp and writhe from the intensity of the pleasure sensations it caused in her.
"Aaaahhh, shit!" she giggled. "Ooooh, fuck! Oh, my love, that feels so good I can hardly stand it!"
Now Princess Ingrid was lying sleepless on the other side of the curtain, and she had heard everything that had happened, and she was filled with a burning curiosity. Examining the hanging carefully, Ingrid discovered a small slit in the rich cloth, and after making sure that Hakon slumbered soundly at her side, Ingrid pressed her eye to the curtain and looked in upon the squirming lovers in the next chamber.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Is that a cock, or has Gunnar brought the mast to bed with him?"
She looked again, unable to believe the formidable length and girth of the cock whose swollen knob her sister so passionately sucked.
While Ingrid watched, Astrid put her soft hands on Gunnar's long cock-shaft and gently jacked the loose skin while sucking the tip. Ingrid marveled to see that her little sister's dainty hands could barely span the girth of Gunnar's heroic erection!
What must it feel like to have that cock inside your cunt? Astrid wondered to herself. As soon as the thought occurred to her, an itching began deep inside her vagina, an itching she already suspected her sleeping lover Hakon would never be able to satisfy.
Astrid had now sucked up as much of Gunnar's cock as her small mouth would hold, and she was fervently caressing his cock-shaft and tightening testicles. Gunnar squirmed and moaned in appreciation.
The brave Viking moved his conquering tongue down to his lady's pink, swelling slit, and he started licking her wet inner lips, until Astrid groaned and writhed, her loins aflame with lust.
"Please lick out my cunt, my lord!" Astrid pleaded. "Oh, it feels so good when you lick my slit like that!"
Once again using his hands to assist him, Gunnar separated the pink lips of Astrid's slit so his tongue could penetrate her throbbing vagina. Astrid squirmed and gasped, and her little slit overflowed with her slippery pleasure fluids.
"Ooooh, yes, yes! Lick me out! Stick your tongue up inside me! Fuck me with your tongue!" the delighted girl whimpered.
Now Ingrid, still intent upon her spying, said to herself, Not only does this man have a cock more heroic than any I have ever heard of, but his tongue-strokes match the valor of the sword-play of the heroes of the old sagas! In truth, never have I seen a woman whipped to the passion of my sister under this Viking's mouth!
And even as Astrid had these thoughts, the itching in her cunt grew stronger, and she began rubbing her thighs together.
Ingrid had not misjudged her sister's passion, for in truth Astrid was almost delirious with sexual delight, so competent was Gunnar's oral love-making.
"Ohhh, Gunnar! You must come fuck me now!" Astrid blurted out in her lust. "I want it so bad! I need you to penetrate my quivering little vagina with your huge erect cock! Please fuck me, Gunnar!"
Gallant Gunnar turned himself about again on the bear-skin bed, and took his beloved into his arms. Astrid surrendered eagerly to his embrace, seeking his mouth, opening her legs and entwining him in her sensuous squirming legs.
"Oh, Gunnar, you make me so hot with passion!" Astrid sobbed, rolling onto her back and pulling her embraced lover over on top of her.
"You make me want to have my little pussy stuffed full of your huge manly hard-on!" she sighed, guiding his splendid erection toward her swollen little slit-lips.
"Penetrate my pussy! Yes, yes, stick your cock right in there! That's it! That's my hole! Now push inward!"
Lovely passionate young Astrid encircled Gunnar's flanks with her legs and pulled his body closer, wanting more of his cock. Gunnar responded with a gentle thrust of his hips, and the swollen knob of his hard cock slipped inside Astrid's vagina.
"Oooohhh!" the lady sighed. "Yes, yes, that's what I want! Oh, it feels so good to be stretched by your huge sex organ! Does it give you pleasure, my love?"
"Do not ask!" Gunnar gasped. "My whole body thrills with joy! My throbbing cock surges with pleasure sensations, and even my anus is palpitating with delight!"
Astrid was delighted to hear of her lover's pleasure, and she said to him, "Then penetrate farther, my love, and see if we don't feel even better!"
Gunnar wiggled his ass again and another inch or two of his massive erection squirmed up into Astrid's tight wet twat, making them both quiver with passion.
"Ooooh, my sweet beloved!" the young lady whimpered. "My little pussy, so recently virgin, throbs with pure delight as you slowly penetrate it with your manly erect penis!"
Astrid squirmed with uncontrollable spasms of pleasure, and her loins surged with thrills of joy. Her breath came in whimpering gasps, and her heart galloped in her breast. She was being slowly fucked by her beloved, and she was ecstatic.
On the other side of the curtain lovely Ingrid moaned in sympathy with her ecstatic sister. "Ooooh, fuck! What a way to get screwed!" Ingrid marveled. "What a splendid fucking my sister must be getting!"
Ingrid put her white hand up her dress and touched herself between her legs, and a burning thrill ran through her as she made contact with her aroused sex organs. The beautiful dark-haired princess frigged her little clit and watched Gunnar and her sister fuck themselves into a state of bliss.
"Penetrate me to the bottom now!" Astrid sobbed. "Give me all your hard cock I can take! Fuck me to the bottom, Gunnar!"
Gunnar let his body fall forward, and his heroic erection was pushed up inside his lady until he could feel the knob of his cock pressing against the back of her tight wet vagina. They both shuddered with pleasure, embracing each other, squirming and caressing.
"I believe I have found the bottom of your slit, my lady!" Gunnar announced. "I fear to press farther for fear of hurting my lady's tender twat!"
"Oh, bold Gunnar, you are indeed filling up every inch of my cunt!" Astrid affirmed. "And I cannot find the words to tell you how much pleasure it gives me to be so well-fucked!"
Gunnar then began a slow, grinding motion with his muscular flanks, stirring his erection around inside Astrid's pussy. This afforded great pleasure for both of them, and for a while they squirmed and ground their hips together, panting and sobbing with the delight they felt in their coupled sex organs.
Now the Princess Ingrid was becoming very aroused from her secret observations, and she began to probe the depths of her slit with her supple finger, until she was rocking back and forth on her haunches, watching Gunnar fuck Astrid, and finger-fucking herself in time with their exertions.
Astrid and Gunnar were both too aroused to continue slow-fucking, for both his cock and her cunt began to crave the stimulating friction of fast in-and-out stroking.
Gunnar started rocking his hips back and forth, slowly beginning a stroking rhythm. He would withdraw his cock until only the pulsing red tip remained inside his beloved's cunt, and he would then leisurely penetrate again to the very bottom. It did not take too many of the strokes to have the beautiful young Astrid whipped into a frenzy of sexual arousal.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me in and out! Slide your big dick in and out of my cunt!" she encouraged him. "Oh, Gunnar, it feels so good to have your cock moving in and out of me like this!"
"Aaaaah, my love, I, too, receive great benefit from the friction sensations my cock gleans from your tight slippery love-hole!" Gunnar responded.
Gunnar gradually increased the speed of his strokes, and his young lover eagerly kept time with him, pushing her pussy up and down in time with his strokes, her lovely round ass rolling on the bear-skin rug.
Lovely young Astrid's cunt throbbed with pleasure, and her long slender limbs convulsed with shudders of delight. Her pussy had little spasms of joy, and these contractions heightened the pleasure Gunnar's cock enjoyed from the tight friction.
"I can scarcely believe the splendid fuck my sister is getting from bold Gunnar!" Ingrid moaned to herself on the other side of the cloth partition. She now had her finger buried deep in her vagina, and she began to feel the first pangs of envy toward Astrid for the splendid manliness of her lover Gunnar and his heroic cock.
Gunnar and Astrid were now fucking at top speed, both approaching the peak of their mutual lust. Astrid had Gunnar's body encircled by her shapely legs, and her beautiful round ass squirmed and rolled in time with his furious cock-strokes.
"Ooooh, my cunt, my cunt!" Astrid sobbed. "My cunt is bursting with pleasure! Every time your good cock strokes to the bottom of my pussy, my whole body shudders with thrills of joy!"
"Ah, my sweet lover, you are so fair to look upon!" he told her. "When I look at the flawless beauty of your young face, it increases the pleasure I take from sliding my cock in and out of your tight pussy! When I look down and see your exquisite legs wrapped around my throbbing body, I almost swoon with pleasure!"
"Oooh, Gunnar, even though I know I lack much experience, I can tell you must be one of the finest lovers in Scandinavia, for you are an expert not only with your cock, but with your tongue as well!"
Watching and listening from the other side of the curtain, Ingrid silently agreed with her sister. She was by now quite smitten by Gunnar's prowess as a sex-master, and it was as if she had totally forgotten that slumbering Hakon was even alive!
"How unfair it is that my baby sister gets the attentions of this boldest of champions!" Ingrid fretted to herself. "If Gunnar had come to court before Hakon, I have no doubt that he would have wooed me instead of Astrid!"
Ingrid frigged her genitals with her fingers and stared fascinated while Gunnar stroked Astrid to ecstasy.
"Gunnar! Oh, Gunnar, my love!" the pretty little lady sobbed. "Gunnar, you fuck me so good, I can't help but come very soon! Already I can feel my orgasm approaching, my lover!"
This news added to Gunnar's sexual arousal, and he poured on his last ounce of speed, whipping his heroic cock in and out of the trembling girl's vagina.
Faster and faster did Gunnar fuck, until lovely Astrid was screaming with delight. Wave after wave of intense sexual sensations swept through her belly, and after a while there was no space between the spasms, and her whole body convulsed as one huge shock of absolute sexual ecstasy surged through her.
"Ooooh-oooohh-ooh! Oh! Aaaahh! Mmmm!" she moaned, squirming and writhing, her convulsing body completely out of control with pleasure. "Yes! Good! Fuck me! I'm coming! My cunt is coming around your cock!" And even as she spoke, Astrid's tight little vagina contracted with a great spasm of pleasure, and the sensation was so pleasing to Gunnar's cock that he felt his own orgasm fast approaching.
"Ooooh, fuck! Astrid, I'm about to discharge my load into your sweet slippery cunt!" Gunnar gasped.
"Oh, yes! Do it! Come in me!" Astrid sobbed. "It'll make me come even better!"
Spasms of delight gripped Gunnar's balls, and his twitching testicles throbbed and pumped. His enormous cock started jerking out of control.
"Aaaaaahhhh!"
Twitching and pulsating, his cock burned with bliss, and started spewing semen into Astrid's vagina. Gunnar twitched and shivered as the creamy discharge poured from his twitching piss-slit.
"Ooooohhhh!"
Feeling Gunnar's manly flood gushing into her cunt made Astrid come harder than before, and the beautiful blond teenager embraced her lover with her shuddering arms and legs and sobbed with bliss as he pumped his pleasure into her trembling loins.
Ingrid stared transfixed as the two lovers shared their orgasms, their beautiful young bodies welded together in the heat of the extreme sexual pleasure. Blissful sexual energies flowed between them as freely as the creamy semen flowed from bold Gunnar's triumphant cock. Ingrid gaped in awe as the climaxing couple squirmed and writhed out of control in the vortex of their lustful discharge.
Groping blindly in the dark behind her back, Ingrid came upon a sheathed dagger that Hakon kept at all times by his side, even when sleeping. The handle of the weapon was made of walrus tusk, a hand's breadth in length, and worn all smooth.
Rolling convulsively onto her back, Ingrid fucked herself with the knife handle, plunging the smooth bone deep into her throbbing vagina.
Visions of Gunnar's hard cock swam into Ingrid's head as she masturbated herself with the ivory hilt, and she imagined that her sister's stalwart lover was ramming his heroic cock in and out of her wet twat. Ingrid pretended that bold Gunnar's manly weapon was ravishing her tight slit, and as she visualized his heroic erection she could also hear his poetic wooing, imagining that Gunnar was whispering sexual compliments to her as he vigorously fucked her throbbing pussy.
"I swear by all the gods of our people, I must have valiant Gunnar's cock inside my fuck-hole!" Ingrid raved to herself. "I shall not be satisfied until Gunnar has fucked my flowing vagina with his wondrous erection! I shall know no peace until Gunnar has spewed his noble ejaculation into the deep tunnel of my sexuality!"
And so swearing to herself, the beautiful princess Ingrid masturbated herself to a shuddering climax. Squirming and jerking in the throes of orgasm, Ingrid concentrated her mind on pictures of Gunnar's hard-stroking penis. Her hands convulsed with pleasure, and the smooth knife handle jerked spasmodically inside the young girl's cunt, and she whimpered and sobbed as endless thrills of sexual delight surged through her lovely body.
Meanwhile, Gunnar and Astrid fucked themselves to the end of their blissful orgasm, and as the final spasms faded gently away, the happy couple collapsed into each others' arms, and drifted off to sleep, rocked by the waves that swayed the creaking ship.
But Ingrid lay awake brooding long after the throes of her orgasm had passed. Her mind was inflamed with the vision of Gunnar as her heroic lover, and she soon convinced herself she could not live without her sister's lover.
Ingrid lay awake concocting arguments why she could honorably seduce Astrid's beloved. "If Gunnar had come to court before Hakon, he would naturally have wooed the older daughter," Ingrid reasoned. "It was only an accident that Hakon came first! Everyone knows that the eldest child is to take precedence in all things, and it is obvious that Gunnar is a superior man to Hakon, so it is my birthright as the first-born to claim Gunnar's affections! Besides, Astrid is so young and inexperienced, she'll never be able to hold Gunnar's attention for very long!"
In this way the impassioned Ingrid reasoned with herself all night long, until at last the sun came up and the sea calmed and they had a peaceful voyage for the rest of the way to Iceland.
CHAPTER NINE
Gunnar sailed to Vidafjord, and sent a messenger to their kinsman Grim that they had returned to Iceland. Grim was a powerful chieftain in the area, and he was married to Katya, who was Hakon and Gunnar's aunt. He lived at Grimsted, a few miles from Vidafjord, and when he heard Gunnar and Hakon had landed, he had his horse saddled and went in person to meet them.
"Welcome back to Iceland, dear kinsmen!" Grim said. They all embraced, and then Grim continued: "You must unload your boat and come with all your men and goods and stay at my house! You are welcome to stay as long as you want, and I shall hold many great feasts in your honor, for you are both famous men, and all men of quality in Iceland will want to hear about your adventures!"
Gunnar and Hakon thought this was a generous invitation that did their kinsman much honor, and they did not hesitate to follow him home with all their men and gear. Grim showed them to spacious apartments and had water heated for them and said he would ask after their adventures that evening at dinner.
The returning Icelanders told their ladies and all their men to open the chests and put on their finest clothing. They took out their best ornaments and most costly jewels and adorned themselves all in a rich fashion, so that everyone remarked how splendid they looked when they entered Grim's hall.
Grim had Hakon and Gunnar seated on either side of him on the high seat, and then Hakon and Gunnar gave Grim many fine presents. Hakon presented his kinsman with a cloak of Syrian silk, embroidered all over with gold threads. Gunnar gave Grim a bracelet of gold so heavy it was said a man could not wear it and lift a sword at the same time, and a splendid helmet bossed with red gold that had once been worn by King Thidrek of Verona.
"In addition to these gifts," Gunnar then said, "my ship is loaded down with flour and dried fish and other provisions, and I want you to take all you think your household will need as long as we are your guests!"
And then Gunnar brought out a gown of the finest Russian furs, all sewn together so that not a single seam was showing, so that it looked like a solid field of snowy ermine, flecked with black. This exquisite gift was presented to Grim's lady Katya, and everyone present said that no single garment of such value had ever been seen in Iceland before.
Gunnar and Hakon gained much honor through these rich gifts, and many others besides which they gave to Grim and his household, including enough gold coins to enrich the pockets of all of Grim's men.
Then at last Hakon and Gunnar brought Astrid and Ingrid forward and introduced them as their wives. The girls were such splendid beauties, and were so richly dressed, that all those there stood in awe at their perfection, and soon everyone was whispering, trying to imagine what kinds of marriage bargains Gunnar and Hakon must have made to secure such brides as these.
"Bold Gunnar and brave Hakon, I can see you have returned to Iceland even richer and more covered with glory than you left!" Grim greeted his kinsmen. "You do my house much honor by staying with us, and I hope you and your glorious brides will enjoy yourselves while you are my guests.
Then Grim ordered food to be brought, and ale to be poured, and the feast began. Gunnar and Hakon sat down on either side of Grim on his high seat, and Astrid and Ingrid made their way to the dais where the women sat.
Now Grim's wife Katya was as proud as she was beautiful, and she was surprised when Gunnar and Hakon had not introduced their wives by relating who their fathers were and how the marriage contract was arranged.
"No doubt Gunnar and Hakon think they can walk in here with two slave girls and dress them up in fine clothes, and we will kowtow to them just as if they were royalty!" Katya said to herself, watching the way Ingrid and Astrid approached with calm assurance. "Well, we shall see what kind of ladies these are that Grim's kinsmen have brought back with them!"
The women on the dais were all arranged according to social rank, and Astrid and Ingrid walked to the front of the board, where Grim's wife Katya was sitting with her beautiful daughter Gretta, who was fourteen years old.
"Where are we to sit?" Ingrid asked Katya.
"There is plenty of room on the back end of the board," Katya said spitefully. "Gunnar and Hakon may be famous warriors and high-born kinsmen of my husband, but I have yet to hear who your father was, or how your marriage was arranged. My husband's kinsmen do you the honor of calling you 'wife', but I am the one who decides the seating among the women here, and as far as I'm concerned you can sit down at the lower end of the bench, among the other women who exist to service the needs of well-born men!"
When proud Ingrid heard this, her temper flared, and her dark eyes flashed as her words lashed out as Katya.
"I see before me a woman who is the daughter of one Icelandic peasant, and the wife of another, and she asks me to name my father! Listen well to me, farmer's wife, for you may well learn with great sorrow who my father is, since he commands enough men to sail an army up your little fjord and burn your grubby little farm to the ground!"
But Katya only laughed at Ingrid's outburst.
Sensing that the whole hall had grown silent to watch them, Katya raised her voice until it reached every corner of the room.
"You threaten me with a father you dare not name, and still edge around the subject of your marriage settlement! I suspect this is because your father was a nameless bastard like yourselves, and you do not care to reveal your marriage contract because Gunnar and Hakon bought you out of the gutter for a few silver coins!"
When these words reached Ingrid's ears her wrath knew no bounds, and she screamed her reply at the haughty Katya.
"If you want to know my father's name, I will tell you! He is King Brian of the Orkneys, son of King Harald, son of Earl Erik, who established the Orkney kingdom! And the reason you have not heard my bride-price is because none was ever paid! These two Icelandic adventurers who are your husband's kinsmen came to Orkney and took us from our father with no marriage settlement ever having been made, except that they left more than three-score of my father's brave men lying dead behind them when they abducted my sister Astrid and myself!"
When the company heard these words there was a moment of shocked silence, and then everyone began talking at once. Grim demanded of Hakon and Gunnar to know if Ingrid's words were true, and the two brave warriors affirmed that they were speaking correctly.
Then Grim commanded silence, and he ordered that a table be brought in and set up at the upper end of the women's table, so that Astrid and Ingrid might be seated without making any other woman yield her chair to them. Then he asked Hakon and Gunnar to tell the full story of their adventures over in the Orkney Islands.
So Gunnar and Hakon sat down and filled their ale-horns, and they started at the beginning and told the whole story, leaving out nothing of importance, and when they were finished everyone agreed it was one of the most splendid adventures they had ever heard.
All the people turned and looked at Ingrid and Astrid, and all agreed the two girls had the beauty and bearing to be the daughters of a king.
Then Grim once again commanded silence, and this is what he said. "My kinsmen Gunnar and Hakon have done glorious deeds that do all of our family great honor, and they have placed themselves in great peril! I have two farmsteads within a day's ride from here, and I intend to settle one of them on each. I shall provide everything they need to set up housekeeping, and among the three of us our households will retain as many men as we can afford! This way, if King Brian or his liegeman Helgi come here looking for our kinsmen, we can all join together and protect them!"
Gunnar and Hakon agreed this was a generous offer, and it would do them honor to accept. And so the matter was settled.
Gunnar was moved into a farm called Sandheath, and he settled his men on small holdings in the neighborhood. Astrid took over the management of the household, and she was frugal with Gunnar's substance, but generous to his guests, and soon she had a reputation for being a splendid housekeeper, and a fitting wife to such a valiant warrior.
Hakon took possession of a farm called Mork, and moved in with Ingrid and twenty men provided by Grim. Hakon turned the management of the household over to Ingrid, but she was profligate with his supplies and did not get along well with the others, since she considered them all to be beneath her.
As the weeks passed Ingrid grew ever more spiteful in her attitude. She suffered from lusts her husband Hakon could not satisfy, and in the end these passions were the destruction of them all.
CHAPTER TEN
When Ingrid and Hakon had been secret lovers at her father's hall in Orkney, they had been very passionate, and had often fucked several times each night. But after they went to Iceland settled at Mork, Ingrid's passions for Hakon decreased until she would barely suffer him to enter her chamber.
"Why did I ever allow you to seduce me and carry me away from my father's splendid court?" she wailed. "What am I to do with myself out here on this lonely farm?"
"You might occupy yourself with settling the household accounts and directing the activities of the servants," Hakon suggested.
"I was not raised to keep track of petty-cash and quibble with red-necked country girls on some backwater farm!" Ingrid raged. "At my father's court I spent my days in leisure, listening to fine poetry and music, and conversing politely with well-born and refined people! If you wanted someone to supervise your scullery, surely you did not have to steal the daughter of a king!"
Hakon thought perhaps Ingrid missed all the excitement of her father's hall, so he decided to hold a huge feast as an entertainment for her.
His feast was to last for three days, and hundreds of people attended from all over the district. Hakon had the barns and outbuildings cleaned out and hung with tapestries for the guests to sleep, and when they were all seated in the hall, there was barely enough room left for the serving people to carry in the huge platters of meat, steaming loaves of bread, gigantic cheeses, and all other kinds of good foods, along with many foaming pitchers of the best available meat and ale.
Hakon shared his high-seat with his famous kinsman Gunnar, and for the entire three days the guests kept prevailing upon their hosts to repeat the tales of their adventures, especially the story of their battle and escape from King Brian of the Orkneys.
Astrid and Ingrid embraced each other warmly, as sisters should, but Astrid could sense that Ingrid was troubled. However, Ingrid refused to discuss this with her younger sister. How could Ingrid tell Astrid she was pining with lust for Astrid's husband Gunnar?
Ingrid scarcely took her eyes off Gunnar as he sat on the high-seat drinking and repeating the tales of their adventures. He wore his finest clothes in honor of Hakon's feast, yet even through the silk and woolens Ingrid could imagine the splendid power of his heroic hard-on.
On the first night of the feast many of those present, including the host Hakon, drank far too much in their excitement, and several, Hakon among them, had to be carried off to bed. Gunnar helped to carry his kinsman up to the sleeping chambers, and Ingrid trailed along behind. When the men had laid Hakon on his bed, Ingrid lingered beside the door to her chamber and then caught Gunnar's sleeve as he walked by.
"Pray, tarry with me yet a moment, kinsman!" Ingrid said.
Gunnar, thinking she had a manner of some import to discuss, followed her into her chamber, leaving the door standing full open behind them.
It was, in fact, Ingrid's intention to seduce her brother-in-law, and she fell about it in a most direct manner, having herself had several horns of strong drink.
"Kinsman Gunnar, I have always wondered something!" she began.
"And what is that, my lady?" Gunnar asked.
Ingrid slipped across the room and quietly closed the door. "Gunnar, I must talk to you about a matter of great delicacy." She sat down upon the edge of the bed and indicated by a pat of her hand that Gunnar should sit beside her, which he did. "Gunnar, I know you would do anything for Hakon's honor. Is this not so?"
Gunnar agreed this was the truth.
"Then you must fuck me, Gunnar!" Saying this, Ingrid stretched out on the bed, lifting her lovely silk gown to the tops of her white thighs. "If you love Hakon and desire his honor, then you must fuck me now, and often, until you have fathered a child on me, for Hakon is no longer able to raise his manly weapon, and now he secretly worries about the shame it will cause him as my continued childlessness makes his impotence known throughout the district!"
As might be expected, this cunning lie of Ingrid's confounded Gunnar so much he could hardly speak. "But-but Ingrid! Forgive me for what I am about to reveal, but I know this cannot be the truth, for with my own eyes I saw Hakon give you as good a fucking as any man could make, right in your father's hall!"
Ingrid sighed and shifted her legs, giving Gunnar a glimpse of the treats between her legs. "In Orkney, yes, Hakon was quite a man! But things are different since we came to Iceland!" Ingrid sighed and her dress slipped higher, revealing her dark curly soft pussy hairs and the pink crack that nestled in their center.
"To be frank with you, Gunnar, I think Hakon has become jealous of all the glory you reaped in the battle at my father's hall. He has come to feel his inferiority to you, and it has robbed him of his ability to get an erection!"
Now Ingrid began to squirm passionately, for Gunnar was so close she could reach out and touch him with her hand. As she writhed, she opened the fastenings of the dress she wore, and it fell away, exposing the full naked beauty of her superb young body.
"So please fuck me, Gunnar, for Hakon's honor! Father a child on me, and all will think it his, and so his honor will be saved!"
With these words Gunnar rose to his feet. Ingrid reached out to him but he evaded her hand and stepped quickly to the door.
"My lady, I hope for all our sakes what you tell me is not true! If it is, then I pray that Hakon will soon come to me for my advice, and then perhaps we can all find some solution to this problem!"
And with that he opened the door and left, slamming it behind him. Now Ingrid was sorely vexed, and she buried her head in her pillow and sobbed. After awhile she got up and put on a robe and went out of the room, a terrible look of reckless lust in her eyes.
One of Hakon's neighbors who had attended the feast was a man named Egil, who lived nearby with his two brother Glum and Olaf. All three were coarse men of evil temperament, the sons of a man named Rolf who had come to Iceland after the king of Norway made him an outlaw for making feuds against his neighbors.
She dropped the robe she had worn, and stood naked amongst them, her white body gleaming in the light of a flickering candle. The men gaped, and finally Egil said, "By the gods! It is not every night one is offered the body of a king's daughter! Come here, my beauty, and I'll show you some cock strokes you aren't likely to soon forget!"
The other brothers cheered, and Ingrid laid down among them, and soon all of them were stroking and feeling her beautiful young body.
Now they were not alone in this room. An honest farmer named Bjorn was also sheltered there, and now he jumped up and began to protest.
"Egil Rolfson, what do you think you're doinIt must be obvious that Hakon's wife is out of her mind! No well-born lady would behave as she is doing now unless she was deranged. Upon your honor, you must go and take her to her husband, and explain to him the signs of her sickness you have seen here tonight!"
"Oh, kiss my ass, you old fart!" Egil drawled, to the delight of Ingrid. "Go and suck a sack of shit! If this lady has the good sense to offer a gang-bang to us, it's only because our fame has spread so wide! Go back to sleep and mind your own business, if you know what's good for you!"
These words did not pacify Bjorn, but left him shaking with rage. "Very well! If you do not choose to behave like honorable men, then you leave me no choice! I cannot sit and watch you commit this horrible dishonor against the man who is our host! I will go and tell him myself!" And Bjorn started pulling his trousers on.
But Olaf Rolfson jumped up and grabbed his sword and shield. "If you move for that door, you had better be armed!" he warned.
"So it must be then," Bjorn said, taking up also his shield and blade. "You are much younger and stronger than I, and even should I defeat you I have no doubt your brothers would not let me leave here alive! But it is better I should die here with honor than to cower craven in the corner while you besmirch the name of the man who is our host!"
So saying, Bjorn moved toward the door. Olaf swung a blow, but Bjorn parried it with his shield and swung his own sword. Olaf turned that blow, and then dealt Bjorn his death-stroke.
"Now you have killed me!" Bjorn cried. "Take your last pleasure while you can, for I can see that your lives can now be measured in hours!" And with that the brave man fell dead, and the Rolfsons proceeded to take great sexual sport with Ingrid, which she dearly loved.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hakon awakened early the next morning, and so strong was his Viking constitution that he felt no discomfort from the tremendous amount he had drunk the night before. He arose full of good spirits, enjoying his feast, and immediately set out to renew the festivities.
He tapped lightly upon his wife's door, but receiving no response he assumed she was still asleep, so he turned out Astrid and Gunnar, who were awake and ready to resume the celebrations.
They all went down into the hall, where other guests were already stirring. Hakon called for his servants and told them to prepare a huge breakfast, and when the meat was sizzling he summoned his overseer, the bold Kol.
"Kol, here is what I want you to do! Breakfast is fast cooking, and another splendid day of revelry lies before us! Go around to all my guests and awaken them, so we may start another round of partying!"
So Kol went out to rouse the company, while Hakon saw to it that there were ice-cold pitchers of small-beer to quench the guests' morning thirst.
Kol went around to all the buildings and knocked loudly, saying, "Breakfast now sizzles over the fire, and cold small-beer is waiting! Rouse up now and put on your fine clothing, for my master bids you come to the hall and continue the feasting!"
The guests arose in good cheer, and soon they were streaming into the hall, laughing and shouting, looking forward to a good breakfast and another day of festive feasting. The last door Kol came to was that of the building in which were the Rolfsons and Ingrid. He knocked loud at the door, but none answered.
"Wake up, worthy guests!" he shouted. "Good food is piping hot in my master's kitchens, and he bids you come greet another day of celebrations with him! Do not worry if your heads are clouded from last night's ale horns, for there is ice-cold small-beer to bring you back into partying spirits!"
But still there was no answer, so Kol pushed at the door. It yielded only a foot or less, and Kol peeked inside to see what was the obstruction. Against the door was the body of the farmer Bjorn, and Kol gasped and looked around.
The three Rolfsons were shaking themselves out of their sleep, and Kol gaped in amazement as he saw Ingrid's sleeping body lying naked among them. Seeing instantly what had happened, Kol was seized with a fury, and he screamed at the three brothers.
"You ungrateful bastards! You are invited to a splendid feast by my master, and this is how you betray him!" He leaped through the door and snatched up the fallen Bjorn's sword. "You cocksucking swine shall pay for this!" he cried.
After Olaf had slain Bjorn the night before, he had come to bed with his sword still unsheathed, and it was lying beneath them, still naked and bloody. Egil now snatched up that blade, and being on the floor, he came in under Kol's guard and dealt him a fatal blow in the belly. Kol dropped his sword and backed out the door.
Holding the edges of his wound together, Kol set his jaw and walked unsteadily into the hall, where Hakon was sitting with Gunnar on the high-seat, eating his morning meal.
"Hello, loyal Kol!" Hakon greeted him. "Have you aroused all of my guests?"
"Indeed, none have been overlooked!" Kol declared. "And some were summoned who should have been left sleeping, for I have received my death-stroke from it!"
And with these words Kol opened his slashed shirt and showed his gaping belly wound to Hakon, who started up in amazement and rage.
"Who has done this to you?" Hakon demanded. "And for what reason?"
"My killer was your neighbor Egil Rolfson," Kol related. "And he struck at me because I expressed anger that he and his brothers had spent the night gang-banging your faithless wife, the cursed Ingrid Briansdottir! May she burn in Hell for the horror she has released upon this house and this feast!"
With these words Kol fell dead below the high-seat, and everyone was astonished at this turn of events. Hakon ran upstairs himself to see if Ingrid was in her bed, and finding her chamber absent, he strapped on his arms and shouted for his kinsmen and his neighbors to arm themselves and join him in avenging this terrible insult.
When all were armed Gunnar and Hakon led them out to the house where the Rolfsons were. Having now had time to arm themselves, the brutal brothers were now fully armed and outside the door, waiting to be attacked.
Bold Hakon was beside himself with rage. "You shit-eating sons of cock-sucking whores!" he raged. "Is this the way you return the honor I have shown you by inviting you to my feast and being your host? I demand that you surrender yourselves to me at once!" But Egil Rolfson answered, "If you can't control your cock-crazy wife, don't blame me and my brothers! You have such a reputation for being a generous host, that we thought Ingrid's offer was just another example of your hospitality!"
These impudent words did not serve to sooth Hakon's temper, and he would have attacked them right then, but Gunnar wanted to try once more to achieve a settlement.
"Listen to me, Rolfsons!" Gunnar said. "If we have to attack you here, many will die, for you are all valiant warriors, and indeed your own lives cannot but be forfeit in the end, for there are many here against your three!"
"I can count as well as you, Gunnar!" Egil said. "What kind of settlement do you offer?"
Gunnar and Hakon's uncle Grim was also present at this feast, so the three of them went aside to discuss terms.
"Hakon, you must realize Ingrid was in some part to blame for this!" Gunnar said. Then he quickly told his kinsman the story of how Ingrid had attempted to seduce him the night before, and this did not serve to mitigate Hakon's temper.
Gunnar and Grim discussed a settlement while Hakon walked back and forth brandishing his sword. It was clear that he preferred to fight it out.
Finally Gunnar went back and said, "Egil, here is what we are prepared to settle for. You must pay two hundred ounces of silver for slaying Hakon's overseer Kol. And for copulating with Hakon's wife, you must pay a hundred ounces apiece, and if you do not, then you are to be outlaws, and your lives and property are to be forfeit to Hakon!"
When Egil Rolfson heard this, he laughed, swore, and spat on the ground. "It is bad enough that you expect me to pay compensation for Kol, since he attacked us first! But it is unthinkable that we should have to pay for the services of a slut who offered her cunt to us and begged us to fuck it! If Hakon means to set himself up as a pimp that is his business, but as is usual with arrogant men, he has set his sights too high! I declare, I could have all the whores in Iceland and not pay a hundred ounces!"
These remarks infuriated all the people of Hakon and Gunnar's household. Several of Hakon's men now stepped forward and asked permission to attack the Rolfsons.
"Please do so, and be quick about it!" Hakon said. "I shall hang heavy chains of gold around the necks of the men who bring me these bastards' heads!"
With this encouragement, six of Hakon's retainers unsheathed their swords and rushed up to attack the Rolfsons.
One of the men attacked Olaf, the slayer of Bjorn. Olaf raised his shield and warded off the blow. Then he stepped up and swung his sword, and the man fell dead with a wound in the neck.
Two men tried to take Glum Rolfson, who carried no shield but had a spear in one hand and a sword in the other. One of the men swung his sword, but Glum parried with his own blade, and then threw his spear. The spear went through the man's waist, and he fell dead.
The other man came at Glum and thought he would have an easy time of it since Glum had no shield and only one weapon, but he did not count on the man's grim determination. Glum hefted his sword with two hands, and sliced through Hakon's man's shield, so that the point of his sword went through the man's ribs and gave him his death-stroke.
"Well done, my brothers!" Egil laughed. "These snooty aristocrats think they have the Rolf-sons with their backs to the wall, but we shall see how long it takes them to subdue us!"
Then three armed men ran at Egil Rolfson, intending to end forever his taunting boasts. Instead of a sword, Egil always carried an enormous battle-ax, and it was his boast that this ax had killed many men for whom he had not paid one penny of compensation.
Egil did not wait for the men to come to him, but ran out to meet them, swinging his huge ax two-handed. The first man raised his shield to ward off the blow, but the ax split the shield in two, and the upper horn of the blade cleaved through the man's mail and bit into his heart.
The second man carried a spear, and now he threw it at Egil, but Egil leaped high into the air and the spear passed beneath him. Then he rushed forward, his ax raised. The man parried with his sword and then aimed a stroke at Egil's leg, but Egil avoided that blow and followed it with his own. His ax-stroke severed the man's arm at the shoulder, and the man gasped and fell dead.
The third man, a kinsman of the second, was now filled with the blood-lust, and he threw himself at Egil. It was this man who gave Egil his first wound, because his sword went over Egil's guard and cut him in the shoulder. But the eldest Rolfson continued to swing his great ax single-handed, and had soon given the man a death-blow in the chest.
"This is not going well for us!" said Grim, looking at the dead men piled around the Rolfsons' feet.
"I agree!" said Gunnar. "Clearly lesser men will never be able to finish these three off! Hakon, take up your arms, for we are going to go into battle for the honor of our kin!"
Now when the company learned that Gunnar and Hakon were going to attack many of them pressed forward, for no small number of them wanted to be remembered for having gone into battle with these two famous heroes.
Now Ingrid had been hiding inside the building, listening to all that went on, and now she showed herself in the door. People gasped at the sight of her, for she was still stark naked, and the curdling spew of many ejaculations ran down her chin and legs.
So great now was Ingrid's hatred against Gunnar, Hakon and their kin that she went to great lengths to try to inflame their enemies against them.
"Hear me, Rolfsons!" she cried. "If you win out against Hakon and his kinsmen, this is what I shall do for you! I shall let you take me back to my father Brian of the Orkneys, and I shall tell him that when you found out who I was, you took me from my abductors at great peril and carried me home to him! He will be so grateful, he will heap red gold in front of you, and give you broad lands to govern, and he will make you the highest among his retainers, and you shall spend the rest of your lives in great honor and glory in his court! And you, Egil Rolfson, will I take to husband, so that when my father dies, you shall rule the Orkneys with me as your queen!"
When Egil and his brothers heard this, they were greatly inflamed and they resolved to fight to the death to try to get away from Hakon and his kin.
Now Grim thought it was a terrible thing that these three low-born brothers should threaten the honor of his kin in this way, and forgetting all caution, he threw himself at the Rolfsons, swinging his great sword around his head.
"You infamous bastards shall not live to profit from the offer the unfaithful Ingrid has just made you!" he thundered. Charging forward, he engaged Olaf Rolfson in battle.
Grim swung his sword, but Olaf parried. Then Olaf aimed his own stroke, but Grim caught it on his shield. Then Grim swung again, and his stroke shattered Olaf's shield.
"Now you will surely die for the dishonor you have showed my kinsmen!" Grim said. He pressed closer, thrusting the point of his blade at Olaf's unguarded chest.
Olaf parried the first blow with his sword, and swung a counter-stroke. But Grim took that blow on his shield, and aimed another of his own. His sword whirled in a flat arc, and cleaved through Olaf's neck, sending his head flying into the dirt at his brothers' feet.
All of Hakon's kin and friends cheered to see Olaf struck down, but Egil was enraged. He leaped forward with his broad ax and swung it with both hands, making the air whistle past the blade. Grim raised his shield but it was too late, and Egil's ax swung above it and dealt Grim a fatal blow in the upper chest.
"Take that, slayer of my brother!" Egil panted. "I won't have to seek any compensation for that killing!"
Grim staggered backward and fell into the arms of Hakon and Gunnar. "I have reduced them by a third, but it has cost me my life!" the seasoned warrior sighed. "The rest is up to you!" And with that Grim closed his eyes and died.
Now Gunnar and Hakon were severely enraged by this slaying of their uncle, close kinsman to both their fathers, and they gripped their weapons firmly and stepped up to do battle with Egil and Glum, the surviving Rolfsons.
"Look at this, my brother!" Egil laughed. "We have finally forced them to bring out their best! They thought we could be overcome by retainers and old relatives, but finally the heroic warriors themselves are ready to do battle!"
Hakon and Gunnar refused to let themselves be taunted by these words, and they advanced slowly, their hearts smoldering with hatred.
"I urge you not to yield an inch to them!" Ingrid coaxed. "I am sorry your brave brother has fallen, but that only means that you shall enjoy all the greater glory when you take me to Orkney and return me to my father! Not only will he richly compensate you for your fallen kinsman, but the rewards you two shall share will be all the greater for his absence!"
These words were a great encouragement to Egil and Glum, and Ingrid went even further.
"And you, Egil, who has known my charms here tonight! Wouldn't you like to spend the rest of your life sleeping with me, feeling the good sensations of your cock ejaculating inside my sweet, tight little cunt?!"
Bold Hakon had born as many insults as his manhood could absorb, and now he was ready for battle to the death. He sprang forward, his sword swinging, and Glum sprang forward to meet him.
Their first encounter made the hills ring with the sounds of battle. Hakon swung his sword, and Glum parried. Then Glum attacked and Hakon warded off the blow. Glum followed immediately with another stroke, but Hakon took that one on his shield and then aimed another of his own.
Ingrid and Egil stood behind watching this battle, and Ingrid had this to say: "Hakon will fight like a madman now that I have offered myself to you! Why don't you go out and see if you can help your brother kill my husband?"
Just then Hakon took a blow on his shield and then aimed a sword-stroke at Glum, and this is how Glum was wounded. Glum parried the blow as best he could, but the blade glanced off and cut him badly on the face, and soon blood was streaming down his eye.
"A true blow!" Gunnar applauded. "Now that he is half-blinded, you will soon finish him off, Hakon!"
"Even so, it will still take more than words to kill me!" Glum boasted. He swung a mighty blow, and his sword shattered Hakon's shield. Now Hakon fought with only his sword, and Glum had both sword and shield, even though he could see only out of one eye.
Glum rushed forward while Hakon was still off balance, and his next stroke gave Hakon a wound on the leg. Hakon staggered but he did not fall, and he immediately swung his sword two-handed and made Glum retreat a step.
Both men were now thoroughly enraged and they traded strokes with great heat, until the air was echoing with ringing steel.
Swinging his sword with both hands Hakon aimed a low blow intended to sweep Glum's leg away, but Glum leaped into the air and the blow did not strike him. When Glum's feet came back to the ground he was already unleashing a great downward stroke of his sword, aimed for Hakon's neck.
Having no shield, Hakon parried the blow with his sword, and his arms shivered in their sockets from the force of the blow. Then Hakon pulled back his sword and thrust forward with all his might. Glum caught the stroke on his shield, but so powerful was Hakon's stroke that the blade penetrated Glum's shield and gave him a bad wound in the chest.
But Glum stayed on his feet, and he shook his shield so violently that Hakon's sword came out of his hand. Then Glum threw the shield away with Hakon's sword stuck through it and attacked the unarmed Hakon with his sword.
"Now we shall see who is going to finish who off here!" Glum panted, pressing the hapless Hakon.
Glum aimed a blow that was to have been Hakon's death-stroke, but at that moment Hakon stumbled over the body of his uncle Grim, and as he fell Glum's stroke whistled harmlessly past his ear.
"That's bad luck!" Egil observed. "But now you have him on the ground, and he must surely die!"
"This will be man's work, indeed!" Ingrid panted, leaning forward to watch her husband die.
But Hakon's hand had fallen on the hilt of old Grim's sword, and while Glum was still off balance from the great blow he had swung, Hakon swung the sword upward in a sweeping arc and delivered a deadly blow to Glum's entrails.
Glum gasped and turned toward his brother. "This has not turned out as well as I might have hoped!" he said. "It is up to you to avenge me now, brother!" And then he fell dead on his face.
Hakon was still on his knees, and his back was to Egil. Before anyone else could move, Egil leaped forward bellowing with rage. He swung his mighty ax from behind Hakon's back, and struck off brave Hakon's head with a single blow.
"Vengeance is yours, my brother!" Egil sang. "With both my brothers dead, my back is now bare, and it behooves my honor to take with me to my grave as many of these warriors as I can slay!"
Hakon charged into the crowd swinging his ax like a berserker, and one man fell dead instantly from its brutal strokes.
Then Gunnar's commanding voice rang out. "Everyone else stand back!" he warned. "This is now between Egil and me!"
The others fell back and Egil and Gunnar faced each other. Egil held his great bloody ax, and Gunnar threw away his shield and grabbed up a spear, holding his sword in the other hand.
"To think that so many men must die over the faithlessness of a stinking whore!" Egil said. "But my brothers and I could not ask for better deaths, doing battle with famous heroes! Be on your guard bold Gunnar, for I mean to kill you if I can, even knowing your kinsmen and neighbors shall surely slay me before the sun has set!"
"He who talks does not fight!" Gunnar taunted. He pulled back his arm and let fly with the sharp spear, and his aim was true. But Egil leaped into the air and the spear passed under him, driving into the ground.
Egil put his ax in his left hand and snatched up the spear. He took a good aim and sent the spear flying, but Gunnar leaped aside and caught the spear in flight. He at once hurled it back, and it caught Egil in the leg, dealing him a great wound.
But Egil kept his feet, and now he charged at Gunnar, his powerful two-edged ax whirling around his head. He launched a mighty blow at Gunnar's neck, but Gunnar raised his sword and warded off the blow, and then aimed a stroke of his own.
Egil parried that blow with his ax, and then swung a low blow directed at Gunnar's knees. But Gunnar jumped high and the blow passed beneath him, and he followed immediately with a stroke of his own.
Egil parried the stroke with his ax-handle, but the blow was so powerful it swept him off his feet, and Gunnar's people cheered. But Ingrid had been watching all this with horror, and now her hatred of Gunnar exceeded all bounds.
"May the trolls drag you down to the darkest corner of Hell!" the evil woman screamed at Gunnar. She grabbed up the sword of the slain Olaf and rushed forward, intending to strike a deadly blow at Gunnar's unguarded back.
The people were shocked to see such warlike behavior from a woman, but Astrid knew her sister well enough to have been expecting something like this. Gunnar's blonde wife had already retrieved dead Hakon's sword, and now she ran out from the side and swung the blade at Ingrid.
"Leave my husband be, you ungrateful slut!" bold Astrid cried. "My sister you may be, but your evil schemes and seductions have been the death of many good men, and I can stand to see no more of it!"
Ingrid swerved off from her attack on Gunnar and now faced her sister, both of them raising the heavy swords.
Turning her full wrath on her sister, the evil Ingrid snarled these words: "Fuck you, you stinking little cunt! If it hadn't been for you, brave Gunnar would have been my husband, and I would have married the most famous man in all the North! You think you have made yourself a great match, but neither of you shall enjoy it after today!"
Then Ingrid hurled herself at Astrid, swinging Olaf's blade. But Astrid parried the blow, and swung one of her own. Ingrid tried to guard herself, but Astrid's blade glanced off hers and gave her a great gash in the shoulder.
This wound only enraged Ingrid further, and now she swung her sword in dead earnest, doubling her strokes, but the brave Astrid stood her ground and parried every stroke, until the wounded Ingrid was almost exhausted.
Then the cunning Ingrid tried another tack. Lowering her sword, she said, "Listen, Astrid, why should sisters be fighting each other? Let us both go and guard Egil's back while he finishes off Gunnar, and then we can both return to the Orkneys! Our father will welcome us with open arms, and we will be free from these brutal Icelanders and their endless fighting!"
But these words hardly served to soften Astrid's heart. "You really are a faithless bitch, my sister!" Astrid said. "How should I enter into an agreement with you, when you have never yet kept faith with any pledge you have made? No, my sister, even though I have little love left for our father, I do not hate him badly enough to send you back to him!: Better you should die here by my hands than continue to besmirch the proud name we hold in common!"
With these words the beautiful Astrid leaped forward, splendid in her fury. "Let your dead husband's blade now take the revenge he so richly deserves from you!" she cried.
The valiant Astrid aimed a mighty blow, and before Ingrid could even raise her blade Hakon's sword in Astrid's hands gave her a fatal wound in the breast.
Ingrid staggered back, her life-blood pouring from her heart.
"You have done me to death just as you promised, sister!" the faithless woman sobbed. "I cannot blame you really, for many good men have gone to their graves because of me! But it grieves me to think of the honor you shall get from this deed!" And so saying, the famous beauty Princess Ingrid Briansdottir fell dead at her sister's feet.
"I wish I could feel sorry for what I have done," Astrid said, "but many needless deaths have now been avenged by this death-blow I have just struck!"
While all this was going on Egil had regained his feet, and seeing that everyone was watching Astrid and the dying Ingrid, Egil took advantage of the distraction by aiming a blow at Gunnar's back. But Gunnar caught the motion out of the tail of his eye, and he turned and warded off the ox-blow with his sword.
Now the two powerful men fell to fighting again, and it was with the desperation born of certain death that Egil now delivered his blows.
"I have seen both of my brothers die here today, and I have lost forever a chance to see my descendants sitting on the throne of the Orkney Islands!" Egil panted.
"Your losses are no greater than mine!" Gunnar assured his enemy. "I have seen the deaths of my kinsman Hakon, one of the finest men in Iceland, and of my uncle Grim, a famous hero in his own right, as well as many of their loyal retainers! Nor were these bold kinsmen killed in glorious battle for gold and booty, but were slain on their own property by their invited guests, who had been made murderous by the wiles of a sluttish woman!"
And so the two joined in battle again, and those present swore they had never seen such desperate fighting.
Egil swung his mighty ax, and the blow seemed aimed for Gunnar's neck. But Gunnar raised his sword and warded off the stroke, and then launched one of his own. Egil leaped out of the way, and his ax whirled again, this time aimed at Gunnar's leg.
Gunnar parried that blow too, and then tried to ram his sword-tip into Egil's chest. But Egil battered the sword away with his ax, and then swung for Gunnar's head.
Gunnar leapt away, and then countered immediately with a stroke that dealt Egil another wound, when the blade went under Egil's ax and cut a long gash in his side.
"I felt that stroke," Egil admitted. "But it is not the blow you hoped it would be, for I am still alive and fighting!"
"I never thought you would die easily," Gunnar said, "for you are known to be a strong man who hates to yield!"
Egil lowered his head and charged Gunnar, his ax swinging dangerously over his head. Gunnar gave ground and parried the blow, and then followed with a mighty stroke of his own. Egil only managed to escape this stroke by the breadth of a hair, and now he gave ground, keeping his ax up on guard.
Now Gunnar went on the attack, and his sword-strokes fell so fast it looked like two men fighting as one. Egil parried as best he could, retreating until his back was up against the wall of the barn.
Now Gunnar swung his sword around his head until the air was whistling with its whir, and then he delivered a stunning blow at Egil's midsection. Egil caught the stroke on his ax, but the blade of Gunnar's sword bit deeply into the handle, cutting it almost half in two.
"Now that is a very bad sign!" Egil said. "For I have carried this ax for years and slain uncountable men with it, but never have I known it to receive such a blow as this one!"
So saying, Egil grabbed his ax in both hands and swung it wide, meaning to deal Gunnar a blow he could not parry. But Gunnar held his ground, taking the blow on his sword. The force of the stroke shivered Gunnar's arms up to the shoulders, and the blade of his famous sword splintered into a thousand pieces, leaving him with the jeweled hilt in his hands.
"That was a blow that served me well!" Egil said. "Perhaps I may win further honor yet before I die!" And Egil lunged at Gunnar, hoping to kill him quickly while he was unarmed. But Gunnar flung the handle of his sword into Egil's face, making him flinch for just a second.
Gunnar leaped forward, catching the handle of Egil's ax in his hand. He pulled hard at the ax, and Egil pulled back, and then the broken handle came completely in two, and the broad ax-head fell useless to the ground.
Gunnar closed quickly. Grabbing Egil by the shoulder and the groin, he picked the big man up over his head and threw him violently to the ground. Egil landed with a grunt, and Gunnar was instantly on top of him.
But Egil wasn't finished yet. Reaching down into his boot, he produced a small, sharp dagger, and he thrust this weapon at Gunnar's neck. Gunnar avoided the blow, and caught the hand that held the knife.
Egil smashed his free hand into Gunnar's face, making the blood flow from his nose. Kicking hard with his legs, Egil managed to roll over on top of Gunnar, and now Gunnar caught the knife-hand in both his powerful fists.
"This contest is not settled yet!" Egil grunted. "My tiny sliver of cold steel may yet win fame for me here!"
Now Gunnar gave all his attention to the knife. Egil used his free hand to batter and smash Gunnar's face, but the valiant Viking ignored these blows.
Gunnar clamped one iron fist around Egil's wrist, and grasped near the elbow with the other. Then Gunnar exerted his enormous strength, and began bending the bones of Egil's lower arm. Egil gasped with pain and reached for Gunnar's eye, but Gunnar turned his head away and continued to exert tremendous pressure. Finally the people heard cracking noises like green sticks being broken, and Egil screamed and dropped the knife, his lower arm broken at right angles by Gunnar's enormous power.
Then Gunnar gave a great twist, and slipped out from under Egil. Holding his shattered arm to his chest, Egil tried to crawl away, but Gunnar leaped on his back and locked Egil's neck in the crook of his arm.
"I have fought the best battle I could!" Egil choked. "In all truth, Gunnar, you have done deeds here that will long be remembered! Better I should die at the hands of a hero than live in cowardice and find my death in bed!"
"I have never killed with my bare hands before!" Gunnar panted. "But now that I feel your neck locked in my grasp, all I can remember is the sight of you striking off my kinsman Hakon's head when his back was turned to you!"
And with these words Gunnar put his knee into Egil's back and pulled sharply back on his head, so that Egil's neck snapped with a sound like a spear-shaft breaking, and the strong warrior shivered violently and then died.
After that the fighting was over with. Gunnar ordered all the dead laid out together, and raised a huge mound up over them. There was great mourning throughout all the district, for many men of note had died there, as well as Princess Ingrid. Gunnar would not allow her to be buried with the rest, but had her put under a small mound next to the dung-pile, and over the years people came to believe this evil woman had been a great witch, and some claimed that she got up and walked every year on the anniversary of the fatal feast.
With Grim and Hakon both dead, Gunnar inherited all their property, and became the most important man in the district. Gunnar was then a very rich man, and after awhile he decided to make a settlement with King Brian of the Orkneys. So he sent a trusted kinsman to Brian with many chests of gold and other treasure, and had him tell the king all that had happened.
King Brian accepted the gold and gave forgiveness to Gunnar and Astrid, and when their first son was born they sent him to the Orkneys to learn the craft of kingship. They had many other sons and daughters as well, and all the famous people of the district are now their descendants.
