Ulf ceases kissing my neck, and the two men look at one another. The air is filled with tension. I wait with bated breath, unsure how this will end.
“You watched us…now it’s my turn to watch you.” Ulf clearly has a death wish by saying this.
Skarth’s jaw clenches, but he cups my throat and squeezes hard. “Is that what you want? You want to be shared?”
I shake my head. “No, I want to be loved equally. Why does it have to be a separate moment? Why can’t our love be one?”
“Because my love is selfish and does not share. You are mine, Emeline. But you are also his. I do not like it, but if this makes you happy, then so be it.”
“You make me happy, my love. But so does he.”
Ulf glides his hand up my flank and cups my breast. He tugs my nipple, rubbing his thumb over the pert peak.
Skarth’s eyes are on fire. But he doesn’t react. What he does do, however, is slide his hand down the middle of my chest, and with our gazes locked, he smacks my womanhood—hard.
I moan because the sting, combined with Ulf’s touch over my breasts, is divine.
He smacks me again, a punishment he delivers with a smile. I gasp as he inserts two fingers inside me, twirling them and stretching me wide. He then fucks me with his fingers whilst Ulf plays with my sensitive breasts.
Skarth suckles my neck, his coarse beard scratching me in just the right way.
Both men are rough, and I soon become desperately wet and needy.
Skarth removes his fingers, and I watch with wide eyes as he feeds those fingers, which are covered in my juices, to Ulf. Ulf sucks them as Skarth inserts them with innuendo deeply in and out of his mouth.
Ulf licking my honey off Skarth’s fingers is the death of me, and I begin pleasuring myself. Skarth grins as he rubs over the huge bulge in the front of his trousers, still fucking Ulf’s mouth over my shoulder with his fingers.
Ulf moans, rubbing his erection over my arse.
Reaching around, I quickly unfasten Ulf’s trousers and grip his rock-hard cock, then help him stroke his shaft. Skarth’s trousers soon hit the dirt as he strokes his thick cock, watching me finger myself and jerking off Ulf at the same time.
He bends down and takes a breast into his mouth, biting my nipple and suckling away the sting.
The act only has me rubbing my clitoris faster.
“Get on your knees,” Skarth orders, and the moment my knees hit the dirt, he shoves his cock down my throat, forcing me to gag.
I try to recoil, but Ulf, who now also stands in front of me, holds my head down on Skarth’s cock. He then slowly controls the movement of me sucking Skarth’s cock.
I arch my head back so I can take him deeper, and when both men place a hand behind my head and coax me to choke on Skarth’s dick, my arousal trickles down my legs.
The roughness is what I want.
I want to be devoured by both Vikings.
Skarth pulls me off his cock only to turn my cheek and guide it to Ulf’s awaiting cock. It hits the back of my throat, and I pull back, gasping for air. Skarth allows me a small breath before steering me back to Ulf’s throbbing member.
I suck him deeply whilst he plays with his balls.
The men soon take it in turns to guide their cocks into my mouth, and I happily suck. The one man whose cock I am not sucking, he is stroking, watching as the other gets pleasured by me. Both mutter Norse to me, which just adds to the euphoria.
Skarth suddenly shifts. I soon feel him position me so I am on all fours. He kneels behind me and leans in to eat my sex.
I die a thousand small deaths.
Ulf commences fucking my mouth as Skarth fucks me with his. He licks a trail from my throbbing sex to my arsehole, where he inserts his tongue, eating my arse.
I am filled full front and back by the two men I love.
