Page 49 of Mastered By the Viking King

“But it is dangerous out there. You are fearful for Leif as I am for you.”

He gripped her wrist and tugged her up. He didn’t stop when she got to her feet. He kept on lifting her until her eyes were level with his, her legs dangling above the ground. “You will not lose me.”

“That is my greatest worry.”

He looked down at his sons. “Wait here, with Wanda.”

“Aye, Father.”

Njal stepped down from the platform, still holding her close. He stomped past the willow fluter and a fire cooking another chunk of meat.

“What… what are you doing?”

“I am banishing your worries,” he said, kicking the curtain to their private dwelling aside. “The best way I know how.”

“Oh… I…”

He dropped her on the bed. “Remove your clothes.”

He was tearing at his already, shoving free of his tunic, belt, boots, and pants.

Tove was quick to do the same, dropping her fine new clothes to the floor without a care for them at all. Her crown landed on top of the pile.

Within seconds, they were both naked. He was hard, and his eyes brimmed with need. “My beautiful little queen,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Open your legs for me, let me into your body.”

He crawled over her and she spread her thighs, looping her hands around his neck.

His cock nudged at her entrance. She was already wet for him, and he drove in, riding to full depth on the first thrust.

She cried out and buried her face against his skin. “Oh, my king.”

“Aye, squeeze my cock like that.” He groaned.

Her cunny clenched around him and she rubbed onto his body, stimulating her sweet spot.

Another groan tore from him, and he half pulled out, then slammed back in.

“Njal,” she gasped.

“Like this…”

Suddenly, she was turning, rising up. He’d rolled to his side, dragging her with him. She was still impaled on his cock.

“Ride me.” He urged her to sit, her legs folded on either side of his body. “Ride me a like a horse.”

“A stallion,” she gasped, adjusting to the new sensation of sitting down fully upon his hardness.

“Aye, a stallion.” He gripped her hips and encouraged her to move. “Move on me.”

Her sweet spot rubbed against his wiry pubic hair and solid body. It made sense, this position. She arched her back and gripped his hands. Her hips seemed to take on a life of their own as she ground against him, stimulating her with every movement.

“In the name of Odin,” he gasped. “You are a beautiful queen.”

“Oh, Njal… I’m…” The pressure was building so fast. Yet, she was in complete control. She sped up, loving how it was looming before her. The release was going to be intense and breath-stealing.

He freed her hips and clasped his hands over her breasts. She added hers over the top, gripping him tight.

Her plait swung against her back, her cunny leaking arousal. His cock was so deep, so thick, and it filled her absolutely.

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