Page 125 of Shared By the Vikings

Gunnvar slowed then stopped.

She opened her eyes when the tension dropped from her nipples.

The chain lay flat on her chest.

“Let’s take these off,” Tali said.

“It’s a shame when they look so pretty.”

She twisted her head to see who had spoken, blinking rapidly as she landed from her high.

Erik and Raud stood by the bed. Still in their snow-laden outdoor furs and beards coated in small stars of ice, they were staring at the scene before them with decidedly lustful glints in their eyes.

“Erik. Raud,” Ingrid said breathlessly. “You’re... here.”

“You found something to do on a long winter day.” Raud flicked back his hood revealing his newly shaved head, the skin there swirling with dark ink depicting the nine kingdoms. “And I like it, Princess.”

“See if you like this, my brothers,” Gunnvar said, withdrawing and standing at the base of the bed. He gestured to her pussy, still trembling after her orgasm.

She went to close her legs, an instinctual thing to do, but Tali was quick to hold them open... wide.

“She has shaved her hair, down here,” Tali said. “Look.”

Erik’s eyes widened and he stooped to peer closer. “So she has.”

“Why?” Raud asked, licking his lips.

“I thought you’d all like it.” She wiped her sweat-damp brow.

“Doyoulike it?” Raud directed at Gunnvar.

“It’s good against my cock.” He grinned.

“She is hot and wet,” Erik said. “She needs wiping before we remove those clips.” He nodded at her chest.

“I will do that,” Tali said.

Erik nodded. There was sternness to the set of his mouth that set off an alarm bell in Ingrid.

Does he not like my hairless pussy?

Erik pushed his furs from his shoulders and swiped the dampness from his beard. His cheeks were red, there was drying blood on his hands.

“We got another boar,” Raud said, also removing his furs. “We will sup and mate to celebrate.”

Erik nodded, his gaze lingering on Ingrid’s bare pussy, then he stepped away to the mead barrel and filled a tankard.

“Tali,” she whispered, when he moved onto the bed next to her holding a wrung-out cloth. “Have I angered Erik?”

“No.” He kissed her. “I think you have excited him, very much.”

“Oh.” That was a relief. “Do you like me down there... now?”

He grinned and wiped the warm cloth between her legs. “I may never let you grow hair here again.”

She smiled and relaxed into his care. He was careful and gentle, each touch a caress.

By the time he’d finished, her men had supped their mead and gathered around the bed.

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