Page 29 of Vikingr
"Mate," I breathed.
He licked my nipple one last time, squeezing my other breast with this large hand, then climbed off the bed, faster than I could see or comprehend. He pushed his trousers down, revealing his cock.
I sat up slightly, stunned by the sight. Oh. My. Poor. Vagina.
How was that supposed to fit?
His cock looked more or less like a human's, silky indigo skin without a hair in sight. The tip was smooth except for a tiny hole in the centre, and the same girth as the rest of the shaft, no head, no foreskin, and wait, were those four balls swinging underneath? Oh my. Above the cock was a curious wedge-shaped growth. If - when - he was inside me, that would rub against my clit. Wow. Vikingar were built to please women. Unless I was misinterpreting that wedge and it had a different purpose.
But his cock was huge. I'd expected him to be large to match his tall body, but this was bigger than expected. And if those balls were full of cum…
He watched me with a cocky smirk. "Like what you see?"
I licked my lips and realised I was salivating. I'd never been a fan of giving blowjobs, but for some reason, I really wanted to lick him. Taste him. Suck on him like he had on my nipples.
"What is that?" I asked, pointing at the strange wedge.
"My mating axe. It has been growing ever since we first met. It only appears once a Vikingr meets his mate. Each mating axe is unique, shaped to pleasure only one female. It's yours now. Forever."
I swallowed hard. His body hadchanged shapeto suit me. Wow. I'd need time to fully process that.
"Can I touch it?"
In response, Njal gripped the wooden posts of the bed so hard that the wood groaned. His strained expression spoke of how he was struggling to control himself.
"Later. Get on all fours."
His husky voice sent shivers down my back. And I complied, not even questioning what was about to happen. As soon as I was kneeling, my breasts hanging heavily, he was behind me, pushing down my skirt and panties, exposing my arse. His hands settled on my cheeks, spreading them. One thumb moved down my slit, pausing on my puckered hole for a moment. Was he going to - no, he continued moving downwards until he reached my wet, dripping pussy. I wouldn't have needed any foreplay. I'd been wet all day, all night, all... ever since I first laid eyes on him. In a strange, human way, my body had prepared for this claiming just like his had.
He didn't speak, the only sound his heavy breathing as he positioned his cock at my entrance. His fingers pulled my lips apart and the touch of his hot skin on mine drove me insane. How could a simple touch feel this good? He wasn't even inside me yet.
"I... can't..." he groaned before he lost control.
He pushed into me in one hard stroke. Pain and pleasure mixed into one as my fingers clenched around the silky sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. With his cock fully embedded, I was stretched to the very limit of what I'd thought possible. His mating axe pushed against my arse, spreading my cheeks open ever so slightly, while his balls pressed against my wet pussy. He grabbed my hips again, hard and mercilessly, and then hefuckedme.
His pace was crazy. Impossible. He moved in and out of me faster than my senses could process. Every time he pushed into me, it became less painful, as my body adjusted to him. The slap of his balls against my bare skin became a steady rhythm, mixed with my breathless moans and his grunts as he claimed me from behind. I wondered what we looked like, me on all fours, him pounding into me.
I felt special. I was offering myself to him, letting him claim me like that. To others, I may have looked submissive, but I felt the opposite. I was powerful. I was being claimed by a Vikingr who had changed his anatomy to please me.
The bed creaked beneath our weight every time Njal slammed into me. He was keeping up the rapid pace without trouble. Now I knew why he'd had to get here fast. He was bursting with energy, his need even stronger than mine.
"Mate," he roared again and again, and I echoed his words in between my breathless moans. I was getting closer and close to the edge, even without his mating axe touching my clit. I was on fire, burning with desire, while he kept claiming me, making me his.
Just when I thought I couldn't hold my climax any longer, he stopped. I was whirled around, landing on my back, and before I knew what was happening, he'd spread my legs wide and pushed back in. Dazed, I looked up at him. Not a drop of sweat covered his blue skin, as if he wasn't exerting himself at all. His pupils were so wide that his eyes seemed like black holes, sucking me in. Captivated, I stared at him, at the dreamy adoration painted across his face.
And that's when the mating axe hit my clit and began to vibrate.
"Njal!" I shouted, and then the orgasm washed over me, unstoppable, fierce, overwhelming. I didn't ride the wave, I was swept along it, but then strong arms hugged me close and I was lifted up, pressed against Njal's chest, his cock still inside me. My back hit the wall and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I was still drifting, unable to focus on what was happening, while Njal now moved in more leisurely strokes, fucking me against the wall. My weight didn't seem to bother him at all. He held me as if I weighed nothing. The added gravity let him push into me even deeper, further than I'd thought possible. And just like that, I came again, exploding around him, my inner muscles milking his cock. The vibrations of the mating axe prolonged my climax. Feral sounds came from me, moans and gasps and whimpers, until Njal roared my name one last time. I felt his hot cum shoot into me as he came, a thundering release that left both of us breathless.
He stayed like that, deep inside me, holding me so tight that I wondered if he'd ever let go of me again. His lips found mine in a soft, leisurely kiss, the complete opposite of this hard claiming. His tongue swept against mine, his taste sweet and spicy at once, and I relaxed into the kiss, my entire body melting into his touch.
After a while, he finally slipped out of my sore pussy and carried me into the bathroom. A huge basin was set into the floor, already filled with warm water. He stepped into it, ignoring the skirt and bra pooled around my waist, and began to wash me with his hands. His touch was so gentle, so soft, that I had a hard time connecting that with the Vikingr who'd fucked me senseless.
He cleaned me up, cleaned himself, then flashed me a feral grin. That was more like the Njal I'd got to know.
And then he claimed me again until I screamed his name and all I could hear were his whispered words.
"You're mine."
