The light of the sun crept through the cracks in the wooden shutters, painting the room in pale gold. The storm had passed, leaving behind a hushed stillness, the world outside blanketed in fresh snow. Inside, the warmth of the hearth had long since faded, but the heat of the night still clung to the air, thick with the scent of sweat and sex.
Baldur stirred beneath the warmth of tangled limbs, every muscle deliciously sore from hours of relentless pleasure. He exhaled slowly, his breath warm against the cold air, and blinked his eyes open. A soft weight pressed against his chest, and he blinked down to find Gyda sprawled across him, her golden hair fanned out over his skin, her breath slow and even. One of her legs was tangled with his, her thigh pressed against his hip, her plump, soft breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her skin flushed from sleep, her lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful and beautiful.
And what was more delightful than her beautiful visage was that she was a proper woman now. His woman.
A slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on the warmth of her cheek. She murmured something incoherent, nuzzling closer into his chest without waking.
Then he felt it.
A wet and warm pressure around his cock that combined with the sloppy slurping sound pulled his attention lower.
Baldur's smirk faltered, his breath hitching as his gaze snapped downward. There, between his legs, was Lagertha. She knelt on the furs, her body curled over his hips, her lips wrapped around his shaft. Her blue eyes flicked up to meet his, a mischievous glint in them, her cheeks hollowed as she suckled him with slow, deliberate strokes, making his half-hard length twitch.
"M-Mom…?" Baldur's voice was rough with sleep and surprise, his cock twitching in her mouth.
Lagertha didn't pull away. Instead, she hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. She released him with a wet plop, her tongue darting out to lick the slick, swollen head. "Good morning, my love," she purred, her voice husky with satisfaction. "Did you sleep well?"
Baldur exhaled shakily, his fingers tangling in her hair. "I was sleeping pretty comfortably and relaxed just a moment ago," He snickered. "You're the reason that now I didn't."
His cock twitched as she traced the tip of her tongue along the ridges of the head before moving to the thick vein on the underside, her breath hot against his skin. "What are you—ah—doing?"
Lagertha smirked. "Waking you up properly." Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, squeezing just enough to make him hiss. "A woman should take care of her man, shouldn't she?" She dipped lower, her tongue dragging over his heavy balls, sucking them softly with love as she wetted them. "Even more if said man is also her son. She needs to take care of him with her utmost devotion."
"Besides," she murmured, pulling back just enough to speak, "I've been craving your taste since I woke up."
She continued wetting his balls all over before releasing them and moving even more lower, naughtily flicking—teasing—against the tight pucker of his ass.
"Fuck—!" Baldur's hips jerked, his cock bobbing obscenely. The sensation was wrong in the best way, electric and filthy, and his mother's low chuckle vibrated against his skin.
"Sensitive here, hmm?" She didn't wait for an answer. Her tongue pressed deeper, circling his entrance with slow, deliberate strokes while her hand pumped his shaft. She didn't felt his asshole filthy or any bad taste or smell as her tongue licked around, differently she felt even excited and quite enjoyable, so with relish she continued licking him eagerly. Baldur's breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair. His cock throbbed, pre-cum beading at the tip, his balls drawing up tight.
"Mom, you—nngh—you can't just—"
"Mmm." She gave a last lovely suck to his twitching entrance before she pulled back, her lips brushing his inner thigh. "I can do whatever I want with you." Her voice was a purr, filled with lust and love. Then her mouth was back on his cock, taking him to the root in one smooth motion. A few tears appeared in the corner of her eyes as her throat fluttered around his head, her nose buried in the coarse hair at the base of his shaft. She moaned in delight at having taken everything of him and his delicious taste, the sound muffled and desperate, her free hand cupping his wet balls, rolling them gently.
Baldur's vision blurred. "Shit—" His hips stuttered, his cock swelling further in her throat. He could feel her tongue working the underside, her throat massaging the tip with every bob of her head. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mingling with his ragged breaths.
Gyda stirred against his chest, her lashes fluttering open. She blinked up at him, then followed his gaze downward. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face.
"Morning, brother," she purred, her voice still thick with sleep. She propped herself up on one elbow, her fingers tracing idle patterns over his chest. "Mom's very eager so early."
Baldur groaned, his cock throbbing in Lagertha's mouth. "She's trying to kill me."
Gyda giggled, then leaned in, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was slow at first, lazy—until Baldur growled into her mouth, his tongue sweeping past her teeth. She melted against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with matching ferocity. Their teeth clacked, their breaths mingled, wet and hot.
Lagertha didn't stop. She hollowed her cheeks, her throat working around him as she took him deeper, as much as she could, her fingers digging into his thighs. Baldur's hips lifted off the furs, feeding his cock into her mouth with short, desperate thrusts. Gyda's lips trailed down his neck, her teeth nipping at his collarbone before soothing the sting with her tongue. She left red, sucking marks in her wake—over his pecs, around his nipples, each one making him groan.
"Fuck—Gyda—ah!" His cock trembled uncontrollably as his balls drew up tight. Lagertha's throat fluttered around the head, her fingers tightening on his shaft.
"Give me your delicious milk, son," she demanded, her voice a muffled growl. "Fill my mouth."
Baldur's vision whited out as a pleasurable sound left his lips when he came, his release spilling thick and hot fresh milk down her throat. Lagertha swallowed excitedly, her throat working eagerly, her eyes rolling back as she drank him down. Gyda kissed his jaw, his neck, his chest—anywhere she could reach—her own breath coming in excited little pants before moving down to stop beside her mother.
"Mom, leave something for me."
Lagertha looked at her with slitted, amused eyes before leaving the still spurting cock to her daughter. Gyda quickly wrapped her plump lips tightly around her brother cock. She suckled with joyful eyes as she tasted and drank her favorite treat.
When Lagertha pulled off, her lips were obscenely swollen, a thin trail of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. She licked it away with a satisfied hum, her tongue darting out to clean the last remnants from her lips.
"Mmm…" She crawled up his body, pressing a soft kiss to his stomach, then his chest, before capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. Baldur played with her naughty tongue while feeling the way her body trembled against his.
Gyda continued suckling the last drops of semen before pulling away. She gave his cock a thorough lick to clean him, then let it rest limply against his thigh before moving to lie beside her brother on his free side—the other side already occupied by their mother.
"It was delicious, that fresh milk. Thank you, son," she said.
Baldur chuckled, his voice rough. "Now that you've had your breakfast, I want mine."
"I'm starving."
Lagertha and Gyda's expressions shifted abruptly as they both stopped him. "Don't!"
"I'm quite sore and painful down there," they said in unison, exchanging a smile.
"Wait until it heals a little, son," Lagertha said, her legs squirming a little as she could still feel his seed inside her. "You were quite rough with us for so many hours."
Baldur sighed in dejection, grabbing their soft asses. "Fine. But I still want breakfast. I'm really starving."
....
After a while of cuddling with Gyda and Lagertha, Baldur finally stirred. He slipped out of bed and made a quick round around the house, noting that Ragnar and Bjorn were still snoring away in bed. The sun was already lively in the sky, casting its warmth over the land—though the world remained a pristine white, the snowstorm having blanketed everything in sight after it ended. His stomach let out a low growl, and his expression shifted slightly.
Without hesitation, he quickly stepped outside and headed for the latrine. His eyes darted to the bucket—empty, of course. A scowl twisted his face as he snatched it up and marched toward the small spring cutting through the farm. He filled the bucket in no time, then returned to the latrine. Settling onto the wooden stool (its seat carved with a simple circle), under the stool, another wooden bucket was awaiting, ready to catch whatever fell.
It was a rustic toilet that did the job.
Once finished, Baldur sighed, grabbed a handful of leaves, and cleaned himself before tossing them into the shit bucket. He then poured the clean water over his backside, scrubbing thoroughly with a rough "soap" of animal fat and wood ashes. A scrap of cloth served as his towel—far from ideal, but better than an itchy ass until he could take a proper bath. Modern hygiene habits were a blessing, even if they barely scraped by here.
He cleaned everything and his hands before going back. Gyda and Lagertha were already up, cleaning themselves before starting to tidy the house. So he stepped outside again with a clean wooden bucket, intending to milk the goats. The family's animals needed feeding, and he wanted fresh milk for breakfast—barley porridge with honey sounded perfect after such a long, exhausting night.
As he walked toward the pens, he spotted a few women from the families working the farm already tending to the animals. They greeted him respectfully, their voices soft but warm. He nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze scanning the pens until it landed on a familiar figure.
Tonna.
The young blonde woman was milking one of the goats. A MILF in her prime, while she was no beauty, her body curved in all the right places, her hair tied back in a simple braid. She was one of the tenants bound to their family and land, having come to them half a year ago—haggard, desperate for a living and protection for herself and her boy. She was a free woman, but she owned nothing in her name more than the little things they carried with themselves. She had no family, no husband, just a son of twelve. The man who'd impregnated her had abandoned her to her fate, never intending to take responsibility for either of them.
He had been the first to encounter her and welcome her to his family, to work for us as a tenant attached to us and the land.
Tonna's head snapped up as she sensed his presence, her cheeks flushing pink. "Baldur!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise and something else between her affectionate eyes. She quickly composed herself, offering him a shy smile. "Good morning."
Baldur returned the greeting with a soft smile of his own. "Good day, Tonna. How are you?"
She hesitated, her fingers tightening slightly around the goat's udder. "I'm well, thank you." Her gaze flicked to the bucket in his hands. "Do you need milk?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I was going to milk the goats for breakfast."
Without another word, Tonna took the bucket from him, her fingers brushing against his. "Let me do it for you," she smiled to him, then she turned back to the goat and started milking the udders, filling the bucket with warm, frothy milk.
Baldur leaned against the pen, watching her work. "You've settled in well, then?"
Tonna glanced at him, her cheeks still flushed. "Yes. The farm's been good to us."
"Everyone's been kind. The communal longhouse, where we are staying, is… comfortable."
He smirked. "Good. If you ever have trouble, you know where to find me."
She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking down to his chest before meeting his gaze again. "I will. Thank you."
A few moments later, she handed him the bucket, now brimming with fresh milk. "Here."
Baldur took it, their fingers brushing again. "Thanks. You've been a big help."
Tonna hesitated, her breath hitching slightly. "Baldur…" She bit her lip again, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's been a long time since I've been with a man."
Baldur's smirk deepened. He stopped for a second to think about it. Seeing that his mother and sister couldn't take him at the moment, and they both left him itching after the morning blowjob, he wanted to keep enjoying the pleasure of sex. So he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "I see."
"I was just heading to the spring to clean up dirty dishes from the house. If you help me wash the dishes from last night, I'll make sure you don't leave unsatisfied."
Tonna's eyes widened, her breath catching. She nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes."
Baldur returned to the house with a smile, leaving the bucket of warm milk with Lagertha and Gyda, who were already bustling around, preparing for breakfast. He wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them close for a quick, possessive kiss, his hands wandering to grope their asses.
Lagertha laughed, swatting at his hand. "You're insatiable."
Gyda giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "What's gotten into you?"
Baldur smirked. "I'm going to wash the dishes at the spring."
Lagertha's eyebrows shot up. "Oh? That's new. You hate washing dishes."
"Well, you aren't wrong...Tonna's going to help me."
Gyda snickered. "I see. I think he's just hungry for a snack before breakfast."
Baldur rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "I'll be back soon." He grabbed two bucket of dirty dishes and headed for the door.
Lagertha and Gyda exchanged amused glances as he left, their laughter following him out.
"Don't fall dead on your way back."
Baldur wryly smiled.
....
The spring was a short walk from the house. Tonna was already there, kneeling by the water's edge.
Baldur set the bucket down beside her, his gaze lingering on the way her dress clung to her curves. "Need some help?"
She glanced up at him, her cheeks pink. "I've got it."
He crouched beside her, his fingers brushing against hers as he took a plate from the bucket. "Let me."
Their hands moved in tandem, the water splashing softly as they cleaned. Baldur's fingers trailed up her arm, his touch light but deliberate. Tonna shivered, her breath hitching.
"I like that you clean them thoroughly, Tonna. I have seen supposedly clean bowls in other places that are far from being as clean as you are doing now."
"Thankfully, my family is different than others."
She swallowed. "Y-yes...I either don't like seeing any dirt in the utensils and bowls used for eating."
He chuckled, his hand sliding up to cup her breast over her dress. Tonna gasped, her body arching slightly into his touch. "Ah....Baldur—"
He silenced her with a kiss, his lips crashing against hers. She melted into it, her hands dropped the bowl in her hands beside them as she clutched at his tunic as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping past her teeth. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes dazed.
"You're beautiful, Tonna. I don't know why you are still alone," he murmured, his fingers tracing the neckline of her dress.
Tonna whimpered, her body trembling. "I...I..." she gulped. "Please—"
Baldur didn't need to be told twice. He stood, pulling her up with him, and guided her toward a large, flat rock nearby. He sat her down, his hands sliding up her thighs as he kissed her again, his touch growing more insistent.
Tonna moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh; it was big and hard even through his trousers. Baldur broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly.
"Lick it," he commanded, his voice rough.
Tonna gasped at the sight in front of her, entranced by it, but she didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick all over his cock. Baldur groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
"It feels good, Tonna," he hissed, his hips twitching forward.
She moaned around him, her tongue swirling over the head before taking him deeper. Baldur's cock throbbed, his breath coming in sharp gasps as she worked him with eager, sloppy strokes. When he was fully hard, he pulled her back, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself between her legs. She was soaked, her cunt dripping with arousal, her walls clenching impatiently for him to go inside her.
Tonna whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. "Go in slowly, I haven't had one for so long, Baldur."
"Mhm." Baldur nodded as he thrust into her, his cock slipping inside her with ease, softly tearing apart her tight and wet pussy as her heat enveloped him. "It soooo bigggg!!!" Tonna cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his cock pounding into her with deep, relentless strokes, her walls fluttering around him as she tried to adjust.
"Does it feels good, Tonna?" he groaned, his hips snapping forward, his hands gripping her hips as he held himself deep, letting her feel every inch of him.
Tonna could only moan, her body arching beneath him as he fucked her with a mix of roughness and tenderness. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her walls clenching around him as she neared her first orgasm.
"Yessss Baaaldurrr—!" she gasped, her voice breaking.
"Ah! Ah!" Tonna's cries filled the clearing, her voice joyful with pleasure. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and aching. Baldur popped out her breast from the confines of her dress and his mouth found one of her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive gum, nipping at it, before soothing it with his tongue.
"It feels sooo gooddd. Aaahh...Aaa..."
"I-I...Can't hold much...."
He didn't let her finish. His lips crashed against hers again, swallowing her cries as her body convulsed around him. He didn't stop, his cock pistoning into her as she came, her juices gushing around him. In no time, his cock started swelling furiously and twitching wildly under her cunt, which clenched around him.
Then, with a satisfied groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came inside her, his seed flooding her womb.
Tonna whimpered, her body going limp against the rock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Baldur stayed inside her, his cock still twitching, his cum dripping from her stretched entrance.
"Good girl," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You took me so well."
Tonna could only whimper in response, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Baldur pulled out slowly, his cum spilling from her, running down her thighs.
Then, with a smirk, he turned back to the dishes.
Tonna watched him, her body still humming with pleasure, her heart pounding.
"I need to go." He looked at her. "Are you gonna be alright, Tonna?"
"Y-yes...I will go after a while..." Tonna panted with lovestruck eyes and a satisfied expression on her. "T-Thank you...for this... Baldur..."
"It's alright, Tonna. I also enjoyed it."
"If you want more, you know where to find me," he said as he left.
Tonna looked at his departing back with obsession. "I certainly would, Baldur," she whispered softly and tiredly.
....
"Damn, it is delicious. It is sweet enough as I like it. Thanks, Mom." Baldur praised as he took a mouthful of the honey barley porridge.
All the family was having breakfast and surprisingly enough. There was no awkwardnesses from the events of last night. Only for Bjorn, who was acting weird, looking at everyone with a weird look every now and then.
"What is it, little brother?" Gyda asked Bjorn in front of her.
"What?" Bjorn asked as he took a spoonful of the porridge.
"Why are you being so weird?"
"Me?" Bjorn asked nonchalantly.
"Yes, you. Don't pretend to be a fool." Gyda pointed at him with her spoon.
"Nothing... It's my back, I slept a little uncomfortably, and I woke up in a wrong posture." Bjorn shrugged it off. "I drank too much, and the big belly also didn't help."
"Yeah, I also ate like a starving ghost. It was so delicious, everything". Baldur echoed. He knew that something was weird with Bjorn, but he didn't want to open any shit pot now.
"Dad, when are we going to Kattegat for the Thing?" he redirected the topic.
Bjorn also suddenly cheered up at the mention of this. "Yes! I can't wait to have my arm ring. I want to participate in the next raid!"
"It would be our first raid, brother," he said, looking at Baldur. "We will start reaping glory for Valhalla and grab riches too."
"Yeah!" Baldur supported him. "Maybe we would grab some beauties too in the process," he laughed.
Gyda scoffed. "Be careful that one doesn't break your balls, love."
"Why fear? If you will be helping me tame them."
"We'll see..." Gyda said as she focused on her porridge.
"Haha." Bjorn laughed.
"Don't get too enthusiastic, you two." Lagertha suddenly added. "Raids are not a trip to fishing in the mountains. You need to be serious and careful."
"Even if you both are good warriors, you still need to see the crude reality of being part of that. So, I want you two to be serious and take care of each other when the time comes."
Ragnar finished his bowl as he looked at his wife and children. "Your mother is right. Many things can happen fast in a raid. But don't be discouraged, I'm sure the gods would be pleased with each one of you."
.....
Baldur scraped the last of his porridge from the bowl before rising, his hand automatically reaching for his belt with his weapons. But from it only hung his seax in its place, while the space for his sword should have hung was empty after gifting it to Hrold. He grunted, buckling the belt.
"I need to go to the workshop. I need a new sword and to take care of other things in there. See how the work for the next batch of drinks for sale is going and continue making progress with the new iron production."
"Wait! I'm going with you." Bjorn said quickly as he ate whatever remained in his bowl.
"Are you going to train with Jokul and the others?" Lagertha asked.
Bjorn nodded at her, but Gyda quickly said. "Mom, don't let him go. Make him work with us around the house," she pouted.
Lagertha looked at Bjorn and Gyda for a moment, and before she could speak, she took his things and left through the door. "I will come back later."
Ragnar laughed, and Lagertha and Gyda looked at him unamused.
"Alright, I need to go." Baldur quickly slipped away after giving his father a pitying look.