Page 76 of Shared By the Vikings

“Ja, ours,” Gunnvar said, his voice a low growl that seemed to rumble up to the starry sky.

Tali smiled then kissed her.

Then without taking his mouth from hers, he urged her to the fur, laying her gently on it before resting over her.

His body was warm on her chest, and he sent his lips over her cheek, to her neck then downward to her breasts.

“Mmm,” she murmured, slotting her hands into his hair.

“You like that?” Gunnvar was kneeling behind her now.

“Ja,” she moaned. “I do.”

“Let him do what he needs to.” Gunnvar took hold of her wrists and tugged her arms over her head. “While the Jarl and me watch your pleasure.” His fingers gripped her and she could hear the excitement in his tone.

Again she moaned as Tali switched to her opposite nipple. He suckled then nipped then sucked again, heating and dampening her flesh.

Ingrid felt owned by them. They adored her, she knew that with every breath she took.

“I want to see our beautiful woman find pleasure,” Erik said, sitting back down with a refreshed tankard of ale. “But not too fast, we’re in no rush.”

Tali glanced at Erik then at Ingrid. “You hear that? Not too fast.” He raised his eyebrows. “Don’t want another spanking for misbehaving, do you?”

“No... oh...” A pulse beat in her pussy. “But I want—”

“I know what you want.” He trailed his fingertips lower, over her belly and to her mound. He pressed against her clit.

“Oh, Tali.” She went to move her arms but Gunnvar held them fast.

“You like that?” Tali asked, rubbing her clit.

She panted. “Ja.”

“You’ll like this more.” He ducked his head and slid between her legs.

She watched, part shocked, part delighted as he stuck out his tongue and used that to continue stimulating her clit.

“Tali.” She closed her eyes and arched her back. “Oh...”

“How’s it feel?” Gunnvar asked. “A man’s mouth on your womanhood.”

“Good... oh... good.”

And it was. Tali was skilled with his tongue; it was as if he knew how she pleasured herself, the right pace and pressure.

“Finger her,” Erik said. “Get her to the edge.”

His words seeped through Ingrid like honey. She wanted to be near the edge—she wanted to tip over the edge into bliss.

Tali didn’t answer; instead he stroked up her inner thigh, found her entrance, and pushed one finger in.

She clamped around it.

He added another, not letting up on her clit.

She was growing damper by the second, and when he began to work his fingers in and out of her the way Erik had his cock she became wetter still.

The pressure was building, her belly tense, her arms and legs rigid.

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