'How did this happen? How could we be doing this in front of Father?' Baldur questioned himself as he looked weirdly around him. At his sides were his mother and sister, naked along with him, while in front of them, on the other side of the room, beside a brazier that illuminated the room, there was Ragnar sitting in a chair with one leg resting atop a stool, as his right hand was holding a horn with ale, and his left rested against a table.
The home was quiet, save for the crackling of the brazier and the hearth coming from the entrance and the occasional groan of the ceiling under the weight of the snowstorm outside. The room was dimly lit, the fire casting long, flickering shadows across the walls. Baldur lay on the bed, his body tense, his mind racing. Beside him, Lagertha and Gyda were pressed close, their warmth seeping into him, their breaths shallow and uneven. The air was clouded with a palpable weirdness, and unspoken tension, a charged silence that made every rustle of the furs beneath them feel louder than it should.
Ragnar sat lazily with his gaze half-lidded, his expression unreadable, but there was a faint smirk playing on his lips. He sipped his ale slowly, his eyes flickering occasionally toward the bed, where his wife, daughter, and son lay in a tangled mess of anticipation.
Baldur's fingers twitched against the furs. He could feel Lagertha's body trembling slightly beside him, her breath hitching every time his hand brushed against her thigh. Gyda, on his other side, was equally restless, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, her own breath warm against his shoulder. The suffocating awkwardness of the moment pressed down on him, the reality of what was about to happen making his pulse race.
He glanced at Ragnar.
His father's gaze was on him, steady and knowing. There was no anger, no disapproval—just a quiet, almost amused curiosity, as if he were waiting to see what Baldur would do. The sight of it sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through him: shame, excitement, and a strange, intoxicating thrill at the idea of taking his mother in front of his father.
'Fuck it,' He thought as he surrendered to carnal pleasures to avoid thinking too much about what was happening.
His hand moved before he could second-guess himself, palms sliding over their asses—Lagertha's plump and soft, his fingers sinking easily into her flesh, while Gyda's was tighter, still giving under his grip with ease but firmer, her body younger and untouched by childbirth. Both women gasped, their bodies jerking slightly at the sudden contact.
"Brother~~!" Gyda's voice was a breathy whimper, her fingers tightening on his chest.
Lagertha squirmed, her back arching just slightly, but she didn't try to pull away. Instead, her own ass pushed back into his naughty hand, pressing further into his hold. "Hnn~...Son~~…" she moaned, her voice a little nervous with something between shame and desire.
Baldur's fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh of Lagertha's ass, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the slick heat between her thighs. She shuddered, her breath hitching as she pressed back against him, her body betraying her hesitation. Gyda, on his other side, while already arching into his touch, her hand moved down from his chest into his limp cock, which was starting to wake up around her fingers that were stroking him slowly up and down all over his shaft.
Ragnar's gaze wavered a little at the starting to unfold scene before his eyes as he took another slow sip of his ale, the horn tilting just enough to hide the smirk tugging at his lips. The firelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that made his expression unreadable—amused, aroused, or simply resigned to the inevitability of what was unfolding before him.
Baldur's cock twitched in Gyda's grip, his breath coming faster as he glanced again at his father. The weight of Ragnar's presence was suffocating, a silent question hanging in the air. 'Does he really not care? Or is he just waiting to see how far I'll go?'
'Dammit.'
Gyda's voice cut through his spiraling thoughts, low and husky. "I don't care anymore. If dad wants to watch, then he can watch." She didn't say it out loud, but her actions spoke for her. She arched down, moving her head beside his cock as her lips parted, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, wet stripe up the underside of his shaft. The sensation sent a jolt through Baldur's spine, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Mn~~!…" she moaned in delight, and her eyes were getting lost in it, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. The more she licked him, the more she lost any inhibitions, speaking without thinking. "You're starting to get harder than never before, brother~~."
"Are you enjoying it~? Are you starting to like the idea of fucking Mom and me while Dad watches~~?"
Lagertha's nipples were hard as gemstones as her breast heaved hard with excitement from the caress of her son, and seeing her daughter already working on him only spurred her further. She turned her head just enough to catch Ragnar's gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. He had already set aside the horn he held in his hand on the table and instead was caressing his dick through his pants, his eyes with interest, and his posture relaxed. There was no anger there, no jealousy. Just… interest, enjoying what he was looking. A slow, knowing smile curled his lips as he met her gaze, and that was all the permission she needed.
'You're enjoying yourself with this...Ragnar...'
'Then I don't need to waver anymore.' Lagertha decided as her hand joined Gyda's, her fingers wrapping around Baldur's cock alongside her daughter's. "Son, it didn't take you long before starting to get bold in this situation, leaving your shyness behind," she teased.
"It is already so hard in no time as always~." Her voice filled with desire and hunger. She leaned in, her breath hot against his shaft, and inhaled deeply. The same pleasant scent of him as always filled her lungs, and a shiver ran through her, making her slit become even wetter. "So pleasant~~ I can never get enough of it~~." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, tasting him.
Baldur groaned with a pleasured face, his fingers tightening in their hair. "Mom, Gyda~!". The sight of his mother and sister kneeling before him, their lips and tongues working in tandem over his cock, was almost too much.
His gaze flicked to Ragnar again, but this time, he didn't look away. His father's eyes were locked on Lagertha, his expression unreadable to him as he stroked himself, but there was no mistaking that he was enjoying himself.
'Do you really like watching this, Father?' Baldur couldn't help but wonder.
He knew that in the TV show, Ragnar and Lagertha had seemingly shared their bed with others—just as they had once proposed to Athelstan. His first thought was of Rollo. As Lagertha, at some point, had slept with him. Baldur wasn't sure, but he probably wasn't far off from it that Ragnar, Rollo, and Lagertha had shared a bed, who knows how many times. This was somewhat certain as the uncertainty lingered, regarding Bjorn's paternity, as neither Lagertha nor Ragnar were clear of it, until the Seer revealed it to him, and Odin added another piece, revealing the truth to the viewers.
He removed these unnecessary thoughts from his mind as he groaned again, his legs softening in their naughty lips as his hips rocked forward slightly, feeding his cock deeper into their mouths.
Ragnar, meanwhile, was also in turmoil of emotions inside him. 'I really like seeing my wife enjoy herself,' he thought with a perverse pleasure as he continued touching his fully hard dick. 'But is that all?... There is also... my son… proving himself a man.' He almost chuckled, seeing him change from a timid boy a second ago to now starting to let himself go, even before his gaze pleased him, because if he could adapt now, when he needed to fight in the raids, it wouldn't be a problem in the situations he would encounter.
Lagertha was clearly enjoying herself as her wet mouth worked on him eagerly, saliva splashing as her tongue swirled around the head of her son cock, and she moaned, the vibrations of it making him twitch in response. "Uuhn...~! It's so delectable I can never get enough of it~~." Her words were muffled, her lips stretching obscenely around his girth as she took him deeper.
Baldur's breath hitched as the pressure coiled tighter in his gut, his thighs trembling. Lagertha's lips were a vice around his cock as she suckled with gusto, her throat tight, warm and welcoming, while Gyda's slippery tongue swirled over his balls that were drenched by her saliva before joining her mother's mouth. Their tongues tangled around his shaft and head, their lips meeting in a wet, brief and desperate kiss as they shared him between them. The sloppy, obscene sounds of their mouths filled the room, mingling with Baldur's ragged gasps and the soft, needy whimpers spilling from both women.
"Mn!...Damn... Mom, sister—" Baldur's voice broke, his fingers tightening in Lagertha's and Gyda's hair as his hips involuntarily stuttered forward. It was too much for him, he couldn't hold much longer as the pleasant sensation running down through his spine, converging in his balls, hit him fast, and soon he couldn't help himself, leaving a guttural groan of pleasure from his lips as his cock started twitching as he started pumping out, thick and sticky ropes of cum erupting into Lagertha's waiting mouth that flowed like a small stream as it filled her without end. She moaned around him, her throat working greedily as she feasted on it, but Gyda didn't let her have it all. She pressed her mouth to her mother's, their lips sealing as they shared his release between them. Baldur watched, transfixed, as their tongues darted out to catch every drop, their eyes rolling back with little, breathy cries—Lagertha's fingers caressing his balls, intending to pump everything out, Gyda's nails raking down her own breast as they both shuddered, their bodies trembling joyfully as they had their own small orgasms just from drinking the delicious delicacy he gave them, their juices gushing out of their slits.
They drank him down like ambrosia, their moans resonating against each other's lips, their eyes fluttering shut as they savored every last pulse. Baldur gasped with emotions as he watched them, lost in the filthy, perfect bliss of sharing his cum, their faces flushed and their breaths coming in ragged, satisfied gasps as they gulped down in pleasure.
"You're both so fucking perfect," Baldur groaned, his voice rough with awe and desire. His hands found Lagertha and Gyda's breasts, his fingers pinching their nipple hard enough to make them gasp into each other's mouths. "Mom, I don't know how many times I've dreamed of this… of finally taking you and Gyda."
Lagertha whimpered, removing her lips from his cock, her body trembling. "Son…" Her voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers still caressing his balls. "I've wanted you too. Gods, I've wanted this for so long." She looked at him with loving and lustful eyes, her lips glistening with his cum. "Take me, now it is your chance to fulfil your desires, it doesn't need to be a wish anymore. Fuck me like you mean it."
Baldur's body shuddered. He surged forward, pushing Lagertha back onto the furs. She went willingly, her legs spreading wide as he settled between them, his cock pressing against her slick and swollen lips; she was like a bitch in heat already flooding for him. Gyda scrambled to kneel beside them, her small hand grasping her brother's big cock, guiding it towards their mother's dripping entrance. Baldur, feeling his sister's hand on him, looked down at his mother, her body spread out before him like an offering, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. His gaze flicked to Ragnar, who watched intently, his own cock now fully out, gripped tightly in his hand as he stroked himself with a steady rhythm.
"Fuck, this is weird," Baldur muttered, feeling a pang of awkwardness not adapting completely to it. But as he looked back at Lagertha, her legs spreading wider, showing him her still dripping pink little pussy from where he came out to the world, inviting him in, his hesitation began to dissipate.
"Son, don't look at him; he is enjoying himself," Lagertha whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Instead, look at me, get inside and start enjoying you and making me feel the pleasure of having my beloved son. I need you~."
Baldur's resolve hardened, and with a grunt, he pushed forward, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. Lagertha gasped, her body tensing as he slowly entered her, inch by inch, stretching her wide.
"Gods, you're tight and hot," Baldur groaned as he started entering his mother's little pussy, feeling her walls clamping down around him at every inch while penetrating her warm and tender insides. Her lewd pussy even tries to suck him deeper in her own, welcoming him. He couldn't help groan all the time as her narrow little cave was burning him with her heat; it was like a little furnace. It was a enjoyable and pleasant feeling that washed over him.
Such a perfect and delicious pussy that combined with her being his mother made him feel a heavenly pleasure that words couldn't describe his current joy. So pleasurable.
He looked down, watching as his cock disappeared into her; the sight was so erotic, sending a surge of primal satisfaction through him.
Ragnar, watching from his seat, let out a low grunt, his hand moving faster on his cock.
Lagertha moaned with a trembling body, her head falling back with rolling eyes as Baldur filled her completely. "S-So big~~, it's going all the way~~," she stammered, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, her breath coming in short gasps. "You're stretching me wide open, son~~."
Baldur gasped in pleasure; he was enjoying himself like never before. "And I'm not even halfway in," he smirked with a gasp, pushing deeper, feeling her stretch around him.
"Ahmm~~..." Lagertha was losing herself in the pleasure she was loving this. This was possibly the best moment in her life. Her beloved son was making her feel things she never felt, and he touched places that Ragnar never did; she felt like this was her first time taking a cock. She loved it.
He looked back at Gyda, who watched with wide eyes every single moment, her fingers working furiously between her legs, her breath coming in short, excited pants.
"Are you enjoying yourself like I'm doing right now, sister?" Baldur asked huskily as he panted while pushing his cock in and out of his mother pussy.
Gyda nodded, her cheeks flushed. "Y-Yes, brother. It's so hot~," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
"Good! Hold on for a while longer, Gyda. I can't get enough of mom pussy, thank you for this, sister."
Gyda smiled happily at his words without saying anything as she continued touching her aching pussy that leaked her excitement and pleasant emotions.
Baldur turned his attention back to Lagertha, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward, harder this time. Lagertha cried out, her body arching off the bed as he began to move in earnest, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes.
"Gods, I love it~~!" Lagertha screamed with obsessed and adoring eyes, her nails raking down Baldur's back, leaving red welts in their wake. "It feels so good, son~~!... Fuck me deeper, like you mean it~~!"
Ragnar groaned, his cock throbbing in his hand, about to explode at any moment as he watched his son claim his wife.
Baldur, spurred on by his mother's words, fucked her harder, his hips slamming against hers with each thrust. Her cries filled the room, mingling with the wet, obscene sounds of their flesh slapping together. He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling as she neared her first orgasm.
Baldur, feeling his mother's delicious pussy starting to throb, giving him an even more intense feeling, knew she would enjoy nirvana soon, so he moved like a feral animal, intending to make her orgasm.
"AAA-AH~~" Lagertha screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her, hard and fast. "Hn...uuhn!...."
Baldur groaned, feeling her walls clamp down around him. It was so pleasant along with the suction, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking her, riding out her orgasm, drawing out another, and then another, until she was a trembling, sweaty mess beneath him. She even squirted like a fountain, something she had never experienced before.
"S-Stop~~" Lagertha begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I-I can't take any more~."
But Baldur was relentless, his body driven by a primal need to claim, to conquer. "I can't get enough of you, mom, your pussy feels so good, let me enjoy it for a bit more," he gasped, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into her with brutal force, lewds wet and juicy splashing sounds rumbled across the room.
Ragnar watched, his eyes wide open with lust and awe, his cock throbbing in his hand, about to erupt as he stroked himself faster. Soon, he groaned as he exploded.
Lagertha screamed again, her body arching as another orgasm tore through her. Baldur could feel his own orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight, ready to explode. He looked down at Lagertha, her face and body flushed and sweaty, her eyes glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. If this were an hentai, he could almost feel the hearts inside them. He wanted to fill her, to mark her insides and womb as his.
With a final and joyful thrust, he slammed into her, his cock pushing deep all the way back, past her giving cervix, opening his way forcefully as it entered her womb, making her enjoy a new experience of having a cock enter this place that was unexplored to his father, as other places he had made her enjoy. Lagertha screamed a sound like a bitch, incoherent, her eyes rolling back as she came again and lost control of her body. Her mind was filled with happiness as her body convulsed around him and even evacuated as she started peeing herself, wetting her son and the pelt under them.
Baldur, experiencing the best thing in his life, roared joyfully as if experiencing nirvana, his cock twitching as he came like an erupting volcano, filling her womb with his hot and creamy seed.
He collapsed in relaxation as he enjoyed the pleasure coursing through his body on top of her, his body slick with sweat, his cock still throbbing inside her as he continued cumming, the semen that couldn't hold any longer inside her, dripped out from the sides of his cock, making the pool of fluids under them even bigger. "T-this...this is the best feeling in the world..." he hoarsely said.
"Having sex and more if it is with mom."
Lagertha couldn't answer back his words as she was barely conscious, her body limp and trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to breathe. Baldur looked up at Ragnar, who watched them with a satisfied smirk, his own cock pulsing as he came, his seed spilling onto the floor.
"Good job, son," Ragnar praised, his voice rough with exertion. "You've earned your place."
Baldur grinned, feeling a dark corruption growing inside him and a surge of pride at his father's words. He looked down at Lagertha, her eyes fluttering closed, her body going limp as she finally passed out. He pulled out of her, his cock still hard, glistening with their combined fluids.
*plop* As soon as he removed his cock from her pussy it was like uncorking a bottle of champagne as his semen poured out like a stream of sticky globs. Making him smirk in satisfaction at having filled her with so much of his cum and the current lewd state of his mother.
Gyda, who had been watching the entire time, her fingers working furiously between her legs, looked at him with wide, eager eyes. "Brother," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "It's my turn."
She then opened her little pink pussy with her fingers to make him look at her entrance that was clenching with need for him. As if calling him to quickly go inside her.
Baldur looked at his sister, her body flushed and ready, her legs spread wide in invitation. He moved towards her, his cock throbbing with renewed arousal. He was going to claim her, just as he had claimed their mother.
He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her virgin entrance.
Gyda looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. Baldur leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"Sorry, Gyda, I made you wait for too long. I will make you feel as good as mother, my love."
"Nuh-uh." Gyda shook her head softly with a smile. "I also enjoyed it, seeing you take, Mom. It seems I have some of father's desires."
"Well, I'm relieved then." He smiled as he kissed her again.
Baldur then focused on his sister's sweet pussy as he started teasing her gushing little entrance with his cock as it kissed her and then moved it away over and over. Gyda was gasping softly in delight as she looked at him with a flushed and anticipating look. "I'll be gentle, sister," he promised, his voice soft.
Gyda nodded, her body relaxing slightly. "I know, brother. I trust you," she whispered.
Baldur pushed forward, the head of his cock stretching her tight entrance. Gyda gasped, her body tensing as he slowly entered her, feeling her brother cock stretch her untouched insides in a way she had never felt. "Hnn~!" She couldn't help moan at the new feeling she was experiencing. He continued pushing softly, conquering the new lands of his sister's tender insides with his raging cock until he touched her barrier.
They looked at each other for a while as they felt it was the moment she would completely become the woman of her brother. Baldur couldn't help himself as he arched down and took her lips into a wet tongue kiss.
"Uuhn~~" Gyda moaned as they kissed, softening her whole being to all the pleasant feelings her brain and body made her experience. Baldur, as they kissed, gave a firm push forward with his hips as her hymen, the barrier of her purity, gave way under his steady pressure. "EEK!?~" She cried out, her eyes opening wide as she looked at his eyes, they watered a little as a few drops appeared at the corners of them, while feeling the sharp, pained sound, as he tore through her virginity, her blood coating his cock, denoting her total submission to him.
"Easy, baby. Breath~," he cooed her softly, caressing her sweaty face with love. Gyda was panting as he took her breath away from her with that push.
Ragnar watched, his eyes wide with lust and approval as his son claimed his daughter. His cock was already hard and throbbing at the sight as he masturbated with relish. 'Good, boy. Make your sister your wife,' he thought excitedly inside.
Baldur couldn't help groaning in delight as he felt Gyda's tight, virgin walls clamping down around him. It was really tight, mother pussy was more giving than hers. He wished nothing more than to start moving inside her to make her pussy take his shape, but looking down at her, her face scrunched up in pain, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He leaned down again, pressing soft kisses to her face, her lips, her neck, anything to soothe her.
"It's okay, sister. The pain will pass," he murmured softly.
Gyda nodded, her body slowly relaxing as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, gentle thrusts. Her cries of pain slowly turned to moans of pleasure, her body responding to his.
Baldur looked up at Ragnar, who watched them with a satisfied smirk, his hands moving furiously, and he couldn't help but feel weird again, fueling his corruption as he enjoyed even more taking his sister. He turned his attention back to Gyda, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, as her moans grew louder, more desperate.
"A-aaahn~~...ah~....brother~~," she gasped, her body trembling as she neared her orgasm. "I-I'm feeling my belly so hot...I...Aah~...I...I will release my water, brother~~."
Baldur grinned, his own orgasm building. "That is called orgasming or cumming, sister." He panted as he continued moving inside her delightful pussy. "Release your water, cum for me, sister," he growled, his voice low and excited.
"I-I....Aaa-AH~~!"Gyda screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her, hard and fast. Baldur hummed in delight as he also let go of himself to the joy of experiencing an orgasm, his cock twitching like an unrestrained hose as he came, filling her womb with his lively seed, just as he had filled their mother's. Gyda moaned with rolled eyes, starting to lose in the pleasure, as she experienced not only the delight of her orgasm but also the pleasant sensation of being filled by her beloved twin brother's scalding semen inside her womb.
He collapsed on top of her as he started kissing and licking her neck, leaving red marks in her white and smooth skin, his cock still throbbing inside her. Gyda, enjoying everything happening with her, wrapped her arms lovingly around him, holding him close as they both came down from their high.
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before pulling out of her, his cock still hard, glistening with their combined fluids and her virgin blood.
Lagertha, who had been passed out, began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at Baldur over Gyda as they enjoyed themselves. That was her son, her lover, her body already craving more. She saw his cock, still hard, glistening with his seed and Gyda's blood, and she knew what she had to do.
"Come here, son," she whispered, her voice hoarse with exhaustion and desire. "Let me clean you up."
.............
-A few hours later-
The air was permeated with the odor of sex, thick and musky. The furs beneath Lagertha and Gyda are soaked through, their bodies a mess while being covered in their sweat and cum. Their skin glistens, marred with red fingerprints where Baldur's grip had been too rough unintentionally, their thighs sticky with hours of his seed. They have been fucked for hours without stopping.
Since the moment Gyda guided her beloved brother's virgin cock into their mother, gasping as he split her open with the youthfulness and eagerness of a young man and the size of a giant.
Now, Lagertha was nothing but an exhausted mess beneath him that couldn't form words and could only moan in pleasure. Gyda had long ago already fallen asleep beside them as Baldur continued tormenting his mother, not wanting to let go of her.
At this time, Baldur was kneeling behind her while his hands were digging into her soft and tender hips, and his cock, still hard and throbbing, was pounding into her with the same relentless energy he'd had since the start. His breath is ragged and his body is covered in sweat that even wetted his eyes, but his stamina isn't. He doesn't tire. Doesn't slow. His balls slap against her, heavy and full, his hips snapping forward like a machine.
"Nnngh~~! Aah...Ahhh~.... P-please, Baldur—" Lagertha's voice is a broken whimper, her body long past exhaustion. Her cunt burns, swollen and overstuffed, her thighs trembling, she even thought that she couldn't even feel them anymore from time to time. She's lost count of how many times she's come, how many times he's filled her. Her womb aches, sloshing with his cum, leaking down her thighs in thick, white ropes.
She's been his first woman that he tasted, but she seemed to have released a demon as he's been endless.
Ragnar slumps against the chair, his own cock limp in his hand; it couldn't get hard anymore, even if he tried. He enjoyed himself at first, but even he had tired after a few times. Now he just watches, his eyes half-lidded with tiredness, his mind racing. 'How is he still going? His son isn't just strong, he's inhuman. A beast in man's skin.'
Baldur groans, his fingers sinking into Lagertha's tender and soft ass as he slams into her, his cockhead battering her cervix. "Mom! I can't get enough of you," he growls, his voice rough with hours of fucking. "I don't want this to stop...never...I...I will fuck you...Until I drop exhausted."
Lagertha can't even whimper anymore. Her eyes are rolled back as saliva drips from the corner of her mouth, her fingers clenching unconsciously in the pelt beneath her. Her body jerks with each thrust, her tits swinging, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat. Her pussy squirts again—another helpless orgasm wrung from her exhausted body. Baldur feels it as her pussy clenches even tighter around him, though it's already loose from hours of relentless fucking after having taken his shape. He enjoys the renewed tightness, his cock twitching inside her, his balls drawing up, already feeling a new incoming orgasm.
Baldur towered over Lagertha's body as he continued fucking her without stopping. He moved his head closer to her ear as he spoke a whisper that only she could hear. "Mother, I want your body to instinctively know that you are mine. Gonna breed you," he panted, his hips stuttering as he finally—finally—nears his limit. "Tonight I'm gonna put a baby in you, Mother. With father blessing as he looks at us, I want you fat with my child."
Lagertha's vision swims. She can't speak. Can't think. Her body just felt disconnected from her thoughts as she could only experience this painful and enjoyable pleasure, but her body seemed honest as it reacted to his word, as it trembled, and her cunt clenched even more around him as he ruins her.
With a final, brutal thrust, Baldur buries himself to the hilt. He groans in pleasure and enjoyment as his cock pulses, and he relishes the feeling of flooding her again. "Aa-Aahh~~!!!—," Lagertha's back arches, a broken moan tearing from her throat as his cum burns inside her, filling her womb yet again to the brim. Her womb clenches, feeling the scalding seed inside her and her body convulsing one last time before she collapses, her eyes losing focus as her consciousness slips away.
Baldur doesn't stop until he's empty. Until his cock is wrung dry, his seed dripping from her gaping cunt. He slumps over her, his chest heaving, his lips brushing her ear.
"Hope it takes after filling you all night," he whispers, his voice slurred with sudden exhaustion. "Hope you're carrying my child."
Then he collapses beside her, his cock still half-hard, his cum leaking from her spent body.
Lagertha doesn't respond.
She's already gone.
Ragnar exhales slowly, shaking his head. "By the Gods…This kid..." He tiredly gets up and starts moving to the door, intending to leave and sleep in the bed of Baldur and Gyda.
As he stands in the door, he sees the body of his son Bjorn leaning against the wall, sleeping, his head tilted to one side, but with his hand over his limp cock and a mess over his clothes.
'Damn, this kid seems to have come and enjoyed the spectacle as I did at some point.' Ragnar's lips trembled wryly.
Sighing, he took hold of him and carried him as he could in his exhaustion to his bed before falling asleep beside him as he tried to stand to move to the kids' bed.