I push back on Skarth’s face, ensuring he leaves no part of me untouched. He bites my arse cheeks before lifting his fingers for Ulf to spit on. When Ulf does, Skarth inserts the tip into my arsehole, allowing my tight muscles to adjust.
When they give, he gently pushes a finger in.
I attempt to move, but Ulf grips the back of my neck and holds me still. His cock is still in my mouth.
My snug arsehole eventually relaxes around Skarth’s finger, and he fucks me with it. He pulls out, only to replace his finger with his tongue. He does this countless times before one finger becomes two.
He twists them, stretching me wide, and I know why that is.
I am bouncing back on Skarth’s fingers, my cries muffled around Ulf’s cock. I want to climax, but I want to do so around Skarth’s cock.
Ulf caresses my cheek as I gag, tears running down my face. “You’re such a good girl.”
Skarth hums in agreement, and before I can beg, he positions his cock at my back entrance and gradually pushes the tip into me.
I scream around Ulf’s cock because it feels like I am breaking.
Skarth stops when the hilt of his cock is inside me. “Your tight little arsehole feels wonderful. But now, I am going to destroy your pussy, and you are going to take it like a good little slut, aren’t you?”
I will only accept this talk in the bedroom, so I nod quickly. I’m so turned on by the dirty talk, I don’t think I will last long before I climax.
He wraps my hair around his fists and uses it as reins as he fucks me from behind. I gag on Ulf’s cock each time Skarth thrusts into me. Ulf pistons his hips in sync with Skarth, so I am rocking between the men in a fiendish concerto before long.
Skarth grips my hips, ensuring I feel every inch of him as he fucks me deep and hard. Soon, however, he withdraws, as does Ulf. I have no idea why until Skarth lies on the cot. I stand and slowly lower myself onto his straining cock. I begin fucking him, placing my hands on his chest for leverage.
I lean down, and we kiss passionately.
He tastes me deeply, and I wonder if Ulf lingers on my tongue. The thought has me rocking my hips and bouncing on his dick. As we are making love, I feel Ulf position himself behind me. He places his hands on my hips to steady me as he rubs the thick head of his cock against my arsehole.
He measures our pace, and when I am bowed backward, he gently enters me from behind.
A cry leaves me.
Neither man moves, allowing me to adjust to their sizes and the foreign feel of having both inside me at the same time.
Skarth kisses me gently whilst Ulf caresses my legs. When my body adjusts, I unhurriedly rock forward on Skarth’s cock before working back on Ulf’s. We soon find a rhythm that hums in unity between us.
I have never felt fuller than I do right now.
Skarth bites my mouth before offering me his tongue, which I suck. Ulf bites the side of my neck, grasping my hips tightly.
I am sandwiched between both men, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. There is nothing but love and respect. I bow my back, deepening the angle that Ulf penetrates me. I moan and drive my hips forward, meeting Skarth’s deep thrusts.
Both men hold me, kiss me, and whisper in Norse as they love me in the way they only know how.
My body is covered in goose bumps, and my flesh is alight with want and desire. My sex burns as do my erect nipples, the cool air sending a chill to my core.
The slapping of flesh and enamored moans complement the fire shadows that dance on the walls in time to our lovemaking. Skarth arches and suckles my breast. Ulf fondles the other, tugging my nipple. I don’t feel objectified. The way they move in unison only cements their love for me because I know neither would prefer to share.
But they do so for me.
I lean my head back on Ulf’s chest, eyes locked with Skarth.
My Viking is all man, and he is all mine.
He ensures I feel every inch of him as he pulls all the way out before I spit on his cock, and he slides back in. Ulf reaches forward and starts circling my clitoris.
“Scream for me, princess.”
