Erotic Viking Voyage
by Carl Swenson


FOREWORD 

Sizzling sexual adventure in the old Viking tradition! 

A hard-core saga of sex and violence about lusty men and women whose red-hot 
passions spill over every page! 

Meet Astrid and Ingrid, the sex-starved teen-aged virgin daughters of King 
Brian! Astrid was blonde and beautiful, waiting for her hero to come and 
claim her cherry! Ingrid was dark and sultry, and many men were to die 
before her passions were stilled! 

Meet Gunnar and Hakin, the Viking warriors who come from across the sea to 
win to the hearts and maidenheads of these sensual princesses-and thrill to 
the battles these Vikings fight to carry their lovers away with them! 

Follow the story of these passionate people who fuck as though each screw 
could be the last and fight every battle to the bitter death! Cock-strokes 
and sword-strokes echo through every page, surging through to the explosive 
climax where lust and vengeance merge into unforgettable action! 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

If King Brian of the Orkney Islands had known his daughter Princess Ingrid 
was about to surrender her virginity to one of his young retainers, he would 
have been furious. 

Of course Brian's younger daughter, Princess Astrid, knew all about what her 
sister was up to. Astrid did not fully approve of Ingrid's intentions, but 
she loved her sister too much to betray her to their father. 

The beautiful girls were in Ingrid's chamber, discussing Ingrid's plan. 

"My mind is completely made up!" Ingrid insisted. "I shall let Hakon screw 
me as much as he wants, until I get pregnant. If I'm knocked up, Father will 
have to let me marry Hakon then!" 

Ingrid was seventeen, and very lovely, with long dark hair and smoldering 
brown eyes. Her young breasts were proud and full, and Ingrid liked to wear 
gowns with low-cut necklines to show them off. Her legs were long and 
slender, but her ass was round and ample. Many of her father's liegemen had 
wooed her, but it was handsome young Hakon the Icelander who had won her 
heart. Ingrid was anxious to wed her lover and leave her father's stern 
household, but King Briann believed young Hakon not of high enough birth to 
wed his daughter. 

"Sister, your plan is very dangerous!" advised Astrid. "If Father discovers 
that Hakon has become your lover, he will surely kill him!" 

Astrid, fifteen, was as fair as her sister was dark, but no less beautiful. 
Her long blonde hair hung straight to her round little ass, and her young 
breasts swelled appealingly under her silk gown. Astrid had clear blue eyes, 
and her legs were as long and slender as her sister's. Many of her father's 
bold warriors had tried to woo young Astrid, but the lovely princess claimed 
to have no interest yet in the opposite sex. 

"Father will not discover until it is too late, and then he will have to 
accept Hakon as his son-in-law!" Ingrid laughed. 

"Please be very careful, Sister!" Astrid cautioned. "There are many who 
would be jealous of Hakon should they suspect, and they would be quick to 
carry word to Father!" 

Ingrid listened to her sister with half an ear, because her attention was 
concentrated on preparing her lovely virgin body for her lover. 

The beautiful princess first stripped down to her pretty white skin. Astrid 
couldn't help looking at her sister's fine body. 

"The hair on your pussy is as dark as a raven!" 

Astrid said. "But mine is the color of gold!" 

Ingrid stood in front of a full-length mirror of polished bronze. She cupped 
her hands under her large breasts and lifted them upward, making the nipples 
stick out, brown against her light skin. 

Opening jars and pots of oils and ungents, Ingrid perfumed and oiled her 
shapely limbs. Spreading and bending her knees, she tried to look at her 
cunt in the mirror. 

"I wish I knew whether to expect great pain when I surrender my maidenhead 
to my beloved Hakon!" she said. She went to her bed and laid down with her 
legs open. "Try to look up my slit, Sister, and see if you can spy my 
cherry." 

Pretty blonde Astrid knelt between her sister's separated legs. She looked 
at the external folds of Ingrid's vagina. 

"I can't see anything!" she said. 

"Maybe this will help!" Ingrid put her white hands between her thighs and 
gently opened up the lips of her crack so that her sister could see the 
bright pink flesh inside. "Now can you see anything?" 

"Mmmmm. Let me see... " 

Flattered by the attention it was getting, Ingrid's little pussy was getting 
excited. It started to swell open with passion, which aided Astrid's 
investigations. 

The younger sister probed gingerly into Ingrid's slit with her slim finger. 

"Does that hurt?" Astrid asked. 

"Oh, no!" Ingrid said. "Don't stop!" 

Ingrid's little cunt started to flow with her slippery sex-nectars, making 
it easier for Astrid's finger to explore. Astrid stuck her finger up farther 
into her sister's slit, and Ingrid started to squirm with passion. 

"I think I just found your maidenhead!" Astrid said. "Anyway, something just 
stopped my finger!" 

"Oooohhh, yes! It feels really good! Push a little harder!" 

Astrid pushed, wiggling her finger in her sister's twat, and then she 
exclaimed: "Oh! There's a hole in it! I just pushed my finger through it, 
and now I can put it almost all the way in!" 

"Ooooohhh, shit, yes! I can tell!" Ingrid sighed. "Please don't take it out 
just yet!" 

Astrid flexed her finger, stirring her sister's vagina and making her moan 
and writhe with desire. She tried stroking her finger in and out of Ingrid's 
cunt, and the dark-haired princess whimpered with pleasure. 

"You're getting very wet in there!" Astrid observed. "Does this feel good?" 

"Ooohhh, no shit! It's really great!" Ingrid sighed. "Please diddle me some 
more with your finger, Sister!" 

Laying naked on her bed, lovely Ingrid was squirming with passion. Her brown 
nipples had grown erect with sexual stimulation, and her long limbs were 
trembling with pleasure. 

"I hope it feels this good when Hakon pops my cherry!" she giggled. 

Ingrid's shapely ass squirmed on the bed, and she humped her pretty little 
pussy up and down in time with the strokes of her sister's finger. 

"Are you going to have an orgasm?" Astrid asked. 

"Oh, I really want to!" Ingrid said. "Would you mind frigging me until I 
come?" 

"No," Astrid said. The younger girl wasn't willing to admit it, but she was 
getting aroused from playing with Ingrid's cunt. "What's this?" she asked, 
touching Ingrid's clitoris. 

"Ooohh-oohh-oohhhhh!" Ingrid panted voluptuously. "Oh, that's my clitoris, 
little sister! My passion button! Please rub that while you frig my slit 
with your finger!" 

"Clitoris?" Astrid said, caressing the tiny button. "How did you find out 
about that?" 

"Hakon showed me!" Ingrid sighed. "Two nights ago he made me have my climax 
by touching me there!" 

Astrid shivered at the thought. She had never had an orgasm, and the idea 
frightened and attracted her at the same time. 

"Your clitoris gets bigger when I play with it!" Astrid noticed. 

"Ooohhh, yes, and it feels better and better! Do it faster, Astrid!" Ingrid 
pleaded. 

The pretty little blonde moved her fingers faster and faster between her 
sister's legs. Ingrid's cunt was now swollen open with passion, over-flowing 
with slick juices, and Astrid giggled as her sister squirmed and moaned. The 
younger sister used Ingrid's slick fluids to lubricate Ingrid's red little 
clit. 

Suddenly Astrid had an idea of her own. Bending down even closer to Ingrid's 
crotch, Astrid stuck out her little pink tongue and playfully licked her 
sister's throbbing clit. 

"Ooohhh, fuck! Shit, that feels great!" Ingrid panted. "Oohh, yes, please 
eat my cunt! Lick my clit, Astrid, and make me come!" Astrid ran her tongue 
up and down Ingrid's slit, very fast and tenderly, and soon the older sister 
was gasping and writhing with uncontrollable passion. 

"Yes, ooooohhh, yes, yes! Lick my come-button!" Ingrid cried. 

Licking feverishly at Ingrid's clit, Astrid also moved her finger faster in 
her sister's cunt. The younger sister could tell Ingrid was approaching 
orgasm. 

"Eat me! Lick me! Suck me!" Ingrid sobbed. "Oh, baby sister, lick me hard 
and fast, and make me come in your mouth!" 

Astrid concentrated on stimulating her sister's sex organs, until the 
sensations were so overwhelming that Ingrid abandoned herself to her lust, 
and rolled convulsively on the bed. 

"Oooooh, fuck! Shit! Cunt!" Ingrid screamed. "Here I come, baby sister! my 
orgasm is starting!" 

Waves of intense sexual pleasure thrilled through Ingrid's beautiful young 
body, and her pussy contracted with the sensations of orgasm. Astrid giggled 
when she felt Ingrid's little virgin cunt tighten around her finger. 

"I'm coming!" Ingrid groaned. "Oh, shit, this feels so good! Oh, fuck, I 
love to come!" 

Astrid maintained her stimulation until her sister's orgasm had completely 
passed and the lovely dark-haired older sister was laying relaxed on the 
bed, panting for breath. 

"Oh, thank you, sister!" Ingrid breathed. "I can't tell you how good that 
was! Do you want me to do it to you?" 

Astrid shook her head shyly. "No, thank you." she said. But the younger 
sister could feel the slick wetness between her legs, and she secretly 
longed for sexual satisfaction. 

"I must continue to prepare for my lover!" Ingrid said, getting off the bed. 
The pretty girl put on a long gown of the sheerest silk, that showed all the 
best features of her beautiful body. "Do you like this gown?" 

"It's very nice!" Astrid said. "I can clearly see your nipples through it, 
and even the dark hair on your pussy! I'm sure it will drive Hakon to 
distraction, and you shall get whatever you want from him!" 

"Oh, I hope so!" Ingrid said. She started combing out her long dark hair. "I 
do so want to lose my virginity tonight!" 

Then a soft knock sounded at the chamber door. 

"It's Hakon!" Ingrid said. "That's his knock!" 

Astrid jumped up. She gave her sister Ingrid a kiss, and then slipped out 
the door leading to her own chamber, closing the door behind her. 

But Astrid couldn't find anything in her chamber to occupy her mind. She did 
some sewing by candle light, but her heart wasn't in it, and before long she 
pricked her finger with the needle, and threw the sewing down in disgust. 
She then tried to read a chapter out of a book of Icelandic poetry, but that 
failed to hold her interests any better. 

Finally Astrid had to admit to herself that she was intensely interested in 
what was going on next door in Ingrid's room. The lovely blonde teenager 
went up to the adjoining door and pushed it open a crack, scanning Ingrid's 
room with a squinting eye. 

Hakon Erikson was a strong, capable young warrior, the son of a wealthy 
land-owning family in Iceland. Someday he would go back to Iceland and 
inherit his father's estates, but now he was spending his youth in the 
manner of many young men of his social class-during the brief summer he and 
his friends sailed off on far-ranging Viking raids, and in the winter they 
served as retainers in the courts of powerful earls and kings. 

When Astrid started peeking, Hakon had thrown off his leather cloak and was 
seated beside Ingrid on the bed. The young man was clearly stunned by the 
beauty that was revealed by the young girl's silk gown. 

"I do not think I have ever seen you looking so lovely, my beloved!" Hakon 
said. "I long to kiss your wine-colored lips, but I fear it would not be an 
honorable thing to do, since we happen to be alone together here in your 
private chamber!" 

"May the gods forbid that anything should happen to stain our reputations!" 
Ingrid agreed. "But don't you think our honor could survive one little 
kiss?" 

The lovely princess leaned back on her velvet cushions, and her round young 
breasts stood up invitingly. Hakon could clearly make out the nipples 
through the clinging silk, and it didn't take him long to decide to chance a 
small kiss. 

"I don't suppose one tiny kiss would hurt anything," he said. 

But Ingrid had no intention of stopping with one kiss, so she made sure the 
kiss was a persuasive one. As soon as bold Hakon had pressed his mouth to 
hers, she opened her soft lips and started caressing his mouth with her 
tongue. Her slender white arms encircled the handsome youth's neck and she 
pressed her lovely body against him. 

"Oh, my love, how sweet are your lips!" Hakon moaned. 

"Taste them again!" Ingrid sighed. 

Again their mouths met, and again Ingrid pressed her warm body against 
Hakon's, until the lad could feel his manly organ stirring in his trousers. 

"Your body is warm and soft, my lady!" he breathed. "And-forgive me, my 
love, for saying this, but your breasts are the most beautiful things I have 
ever seen!" 

"Then if you have any love for me you must touch them!" Ingrid whispered, 
"for they long for your caresses!" 

Hakon's trembling hand approached his beloved's tits, and Ingrid seized his 
broad hand with her own small fingers and forced it to touch her quivering 
breast. 

"Caress my breasts, my lover!" Ingrid sighed. 

Thoughts of his personal honor rose briefly to the surface of Hakon's mind, 
but were instantly washed away in a flood of lust. The handsome young Viking 
closed his palm carefully over his beloved's tit, feeling her nipple 
pressing into his palm. 

"Stroke it with your fingers!" Ingrid coaxed. "See how the nipple stands up 
when you fondle it?" 

"Oh, yes! It's so beautiful!" Hakon admired. "I can't tell you how long I 
have dreamed of taking your soft firm breasts in my hands! I have even-and I 
blush to tell you this-I have even dreamed of kissing them with my lips!" 

Twisting on the bed and squirming her body still more voluptuously against 
her lover's, Ingrid pulled the shoulder of her gown down her arm, exposing 
one naked breast. 

"Kiss it if you dare!" she teased. "I don't mind!" 

Hakon bent his head eagerly to the task. He stuck out his tongue and 
tenderly licked Ingrid's sweet breast, until the nipple was quite stiff with 
passion. 

"You may suck my nipple, Hakon!" Ingrid whispered. 

The muscular young man opened his mouth and sucked Ingrid's brown nipple 
into his lips, caressing it with his tongue. The lovely dark-haired girl 
squirmed with pleasure, her breath rate increasing as she became more 
aroused. 

"Suck my nipple! Suck them both!" she said, also pulling down the other side 
of her gown to reveal her other lovely breast. Hakon moved his lips from one 
nipple to the other, until they were both erect with joy. 

Ingrid caressed his curly blond hair and whispered into his ear. "Did you 
know, my dear Hakon, that it makes me feel wet and excited between my thighs 
when you suck my nipples like that?" 

In fact, Hakon knew that very well, since he had already touched Ingrid's 
pussy on two previous occasions, but it made him thrill with delight to hear 
the words come from her lips. 

"Forgive me, my love," he said, "but I absolutely must touch your sweet 
pussy!" 

Ingrid's passionate squirming had already brought her skirt up over her 
knees, and now she reached down and pulled it almost up to her waist. Hakon 
put his hand on the top of her thigh, and she giggled with passion. 

"Touch me if you want, my love!" she whispered. 'I like it!" 

Hakon tenderly brushed his palm over her full round pussy mound, delighting 
in the feel of her soft curly cunt hairs on his hands. Ingrid giggled and 
squirmed. 

"You can touch my clitoris again if you want to!" she said, spreading her 
lovely white thighs. 

Beginning himself to pant with passion, Hakon slipped his hand down between 
the tops of Ingrid's thighs and started to explore her young pink crack. 

"In truth, there is wetness between your legs!" he sighed. 

"All for you, my love!" Ingrid crooned. 

Hakon moistened his fingers in the slick nectars oozing from Ingrid's pink 
slit, and then started to caress her little lust button. Ingrid gasped with 
joy, her pretty ass squirming on the bed. 

"Your little come-button is getting harder as I fondle it!" Hakon laughed. 

"Ooohhh, yes I can feel it!" Ingrid sighed. "It fills my crotch with the 
most thrilling sensations when you rub me like that!" 

Then Princess Ingrid did something she had never done before-she reached for 
her lover's groin and started to feel him through his trousers! 

Hakon gasped and squirmed. Never had his lover approached him in this way, 
and he wasn't sure what to do! But Ingrid took the matter into her own 
hands, and soon found the bone button that fastened his trousers. 

"I want to feel your powerful manhood!" she whispered. "Many days now have I 
longed to stroke your manly cock!" 

Ingrid unfastened the last button and Hakon's stiff cock sprang out into her 
soft hand, which instantly embraced it in a thrilling caress. Hakon's loins 
trembled with pleasure as Ingrid's soft fingers began to slide the skin up 
and down the stiff shaft. 

"Oooohhh, by the gods, my sweet love!" Hakon shivered. "The touch of your 
soft hand on my manly dick will drive me berserk with desire, and I may not 
be able to control myself!" 

Sweet Ingrid laughed upon hearing this warning, and her soft fingertips 
started to caress the swelling knob of Hakon's cock, for the princess knew 
that part to be specially sensitive. 

Brave Hakon shuddered with desire, his loins turning to water under Ingrid's 
hot caresses. The lovely girl enlarged her explorations to include the 
warrior's testicles, and Hakon gasped and squirmed with King Brian's older 
daughter fondling his quivering balls in her soft, warm hands. 

"Please don't forget to rub my cunt!" Ingrid chided. Hakon had become so 
lost in his pleasure that he had quite forgotten his responsibilities to his 
lady, and now he renewed his tender caresses to Ingrid's little clitoris. 

And so the two lovers caressed and petted each other's organs of sexual 
pleasure, until they were both extremely aroused. The princess' little 
virgin twat was flowing generously with her slick pleasure-fluids, and clear 
droplets of love-juice were even leaking from the twitching piss-slit of 
Hakon's cock, as Ingrid's supple fingers tickled and teased his swollen 
knob. 

"Oooohh, my sweet beloved!" Ingrid sighed. "If I asked you sweetly, would 
you do me a favor out of kindness?" 

"Anything, my love!" he swore. "Only name it!" 

"I have an itch that I would have you scratch, my love, with your strong 
hands. 

"Where is it? I shall banish it immediately! Between your lovely shoulder 
blades?" 

"No, my love! It's between my lovely thighs. Strike deep with your finger, 
my beloved, for I fear I shall die of distraction if this itch is not 
stilled!" 

Hakon put his hand where his lady indicated, and she herself took one of her 
hands away from the caressing of his genitals to help with the spreading of 
her vaginal lips. 

"Oooohh, yes! Open my pussy," sighed the princess, whose soft vaginal 
tissues were quite inflamed with passion. "Put your finger up inside me, for 
it's there that I itch and cannot scratch!" 

"But what about your tender maidenhead?" asked the noble Hakon. 

"Perhaps it's that that itches!" Ingrid moaned, squirming. "Stick your 
finger in and find out." 

Bold Hakon tenderly penetrated his beloved's slit lips with his finger, and 
the lovely dark-haired girl writhed with delight. Her hand tightened around 
his cock, making him thrill with pleasure even as he tickled her cherry. 

"I have touched your maidenhead, my lady!" he said. "It would be 
dishonorable to go farther." 

"Then you do not truly love me!" fretted the squirming maiden. "I shall be 
driven to insanity by this terrible itching in my pussy, and you shall be 
completely to blame! And to think I thought you loved me!" 

His heart melted along with his resolve, Hakon bravely pushed farther, until 
his thick finger had penetrated through Ingrid's cherry. The lovely girl 
twitched with delight, and lovingly jacked her lover's twitching cock. 

"Have I scratched it, then?" he asked, wiggling his finger inside Ingrid's 
tight wet vagina. 

"Oooohh, almost, my darling! You're getting very close! Try to go a little 
deeper, and you'll have it!" she giggled. 

Hakon pushed gently with his hand until the entire length of his manly 
finger was buried deep inside Ingrid's tight virgin cunt. The brave Viking 
warrior flexed his finger until his beloved was purring with pleasure, and 
rewarding him for his efforts by caressing his balls while jacking his dick. 

"Is that enough, my love?" noble Hakon asked. "Is your itch now satisfied?" 

But to his surprise, Ingrid's purrs turned once again to a whimpering 
complaint, and the lovely girl writhed in his arms. 

"Oh, no, I fear it is not!" she whined. "I thought you had it for a moment, 
but now I can tell the true seat of the itch is higher still up my pussy!" 

"But, my lover!" Hakon stammered, "I have no more finger left to give you!" 

"Oooohhh, damn your quibbling!" Princess Ingrid whimpered, fretting and 
writhing on the bed. "You must cure me of this unbearable itching! If your 
finger won't do, then use something longer!" 

The inflamed princess threw her arms around her lover and pulled him over on 
top of her warm soft body, opening her legs so his slim flanks could slip 
between her white spread thighs. 

"Oooohh, Hakon! Fuck me, you thick-headed Viking ox!" she gasped. "Fuck me! 
Put your big cock up inside my tight, wet little pussy, and fuck me until I 
don't itch anymore!" 

If Hakon had any thoughts left about his honor, he didn't bother voicing 
them. How could a gentleman refuse his lady what she so passionately begged 
him for? Especially when the lady had his cock firmly in her hands, guiding 
it straight to her waiting slit? 

Ingrid threw her legs around Hakon's thighs as if to prevent his escape, and 
directed the throbbing knob of his cock to her wet swollen vaginal lips. 
Once Hakon felt her soft slit lips caressing his pulsating penis, he forgot 
he ever knew anything about honor, and with one gentle shove deprived the 
delighted lady of her maidenhead. 

"Yes! Yes!" she cried. "Now you're getting closer! Push a little higher, and 
you will have satisfied this itch I've had so long." 

Proud Hakon pushed his hips forward, and the swollen knob of his cock 
ploughed through virgin territory. The caresses of her soft pussy flesh on 
his penis made Hakon thrill with delight. He pressed onward until a gentle 
pressure told him he had penetrated to the very bottom of his young lover's 
virgin vagina. 

"Oooohhh, my sweet love!" noble Hakon wooed. "Your sweet little cunt is the 
greatest pleasure this warrior has ever known! My hard love weapon thrills 
with joy as it glides to the bottom of your sweet wet love hole!" 

"Aaaahhh, my brave lover!" Princess Ingrid swooned. "My loins boil with 
sexual delight as your proud cock plunges to the fiery depths of my lusting 
pussy! For years now I have waited to have that hole properly plugged, and 
now I know why the secret poems call this the state of heavenly bliss!" 

The inflamed warrior Hakon was too aroused for much fancy cock play, so he 
gave his virgin lover the pleasure of some honest straight stroking, until 
they were both shivering with joy from the sensations generated by the 
friction of his hard cock moving in and out of her tight wet twat. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, my beloved!" Ingrid sobbed. "I love it so much when 
you stroke in and out of me like that! My pussy is shivering with thrills of 
sexual pleasure!" 

"My cock is also quivering with joy!" Hakon said. "And my balls are 
tightening with passion, while my asshole palpitates with pleasure! My lady, 
I don't know how long I will be able to control the stream of my passions!" 

"Oh, don't even try!" his beloved shuddered in his ear. "I don't want to 
hear anything about control! Scratch my itching pussy with your stiff cock, 
stir my passions as high as they want to go, and spill your pleasure into my 
loins if it pleases you!" 

The princess' lustful words were like spurs to brave Hakon's passion, and 
the handsome young warrior squirmed with delight and stirred his long cock 
around up inside his lover's tight vagina. Soon his slim hips were humping 
rapidly up and down, pumping his thick dick in and out of Ingrid's tender 
slick cunt. 

"Yes, yes! This is the way I need to be fucked!" Ingrid sobbed. "Fuck me 
hard, my wild Viking warrior! Sweep my decks with your sharp cock! Go 
berserk in my pulsating pussy!" 

Lustful Ingrid raised her legs higher, wrapping them sensuously around 
Hakon's plunging ass. She embraced him in her slender arms and moaned and 
shivered as he pumped his pleasure into her tight loving twat. 

"Aaaahh, my sweet maiden lover!" the warrior gasped. "Never have I known 
such ecstasy! My hard cock thrills with every stroke, and I can feel the 
flood of my pleasure building up between my cock and balls! My cock craves 
nothing but passionate friction, by rubbing in and out of your sweet cunt as 
fast as I can move!" 

"Oh, move it, move it, my love!" Ingrid sobbed. "I too can feel the climax 
of my passions approaching, and every stroke of your valiant cock brings it 
closer! My tight wet virgin cunt craves nothing more than the sweet friction 
from your dick, and creamy results of your passionate labors!" 

The two squirming lovers embraced and kissed, their sex organs throbbing 
with ever-mounting delight. Bold Hakon penetrated his lady's mouth with his 
tongue, and gave her sweet lips strokes to match the action of his lusty 
cock. The lovely maiden was quite overtaken with emotion and desire, and she 
felt the first of her climax convulsions rippling through her loins. 

"Oooohh-ooohhh-ooohh-ah! Ah! Ah!" she sobbed. "Oh, my beloved, you're making 
me come!" 

Thrills of pleasure exploded through young Ingrid's aroused crotch. The 
maiden had experienced orgasms before, but never while being fucked by her 
beloved's cock, and she was ecstatic in her sexual bliss. 

"Oooohhh, fuck me! Oh, shit! Fuck! Cunt! Cock! Piss!" the convulsing virgin 
gasped. "Oooohh, fuck me, sweet Hakon! Now you are truly scratching that 
itch between my thighs!" 

As the beautiful young dark-haired teenager had her climax, her tight twat 
contracted with spasms of pleasure, and these convulsions made Hakon's cock 
pulsate with joy, until the brave warrior could no longer hold back the 
flood of his passion. 

"Oooooooohhh, my sweet Ingrid!" he sobbed. "Kiss my lips, for my lust's 
river is about to flow into your belly!" 

Lovely Princess Ingrid pressed her mouth to her lover's lips and sucked his 
tongue into her mouth. At the same time her tight slick slit contracted with 
a huge orgasmic spasm, and Hakon's cock thrilled with joy and started 
spurting semen. 

The young warrior gasped with passion. His balls twitched and spasmed, and 
his thick long cock quivered as the burning stream squirted through it into 
Ingrid's coming cunt. Pleasure ripped through the young man's balls and 
bowels. 

"Ingrid, my darling!" he cried. "Oh, shit, this feels so good! I'm coming in 
your cunt, Ingrid! I can't tell you how much I like it! My cock is having 
unbelievable spasms of pure sexual pleasure!" 

"Ooohh, Hakon, my sweet screwer!" lovely Ingrid gasped. "I can feel the 
stream of your lust flooding my love tunnel! My pussy reels with joy as your 
spurts of creamy semen jet into my slit!" 

The two young lovers squirmed and writhed together, their sex organs welded 
together by the flames of sexual ecstasy. The strong young warrior poured 
his jism into the girl's twitching virgin slit, and her vaginal convulsions 
kept milking the cream out of the lad's dick, until finally his balls were 
dry and he had to stop coming. 

"Hakon, Hakon, that was so nice!" sweet Ingrid purred. They laid quietly 
now, his cock still lodged deep within her slit, their arms entwined, happy 
with the golden after glow of a good fuck. 

"Oooohh, my sweet princess!" Hakon sighed. "What is to become of our honor! 
I fear I have not only deflowered your sweet maidenhead, but I have loosed 
my semen inside your slit!" 

"And I loved every drop of it!" Ingrid sighed. "If you truly love me, sweet 
Hakon, you must come here and fuck me frequently! I fear the itching between 
my legs may be a nightly occurrence, and I shall surely go mad if it's not 
often scratched!" 

CHAPTER TWO 

Young Princess Astrid watched this whole scene through the crack in the 
door, and she was much aroused. After Ingrid and Hakon had stopped fucking, 
Astrid went to her bed and laid down, much troubled in her mind. 

Astrid remembered how Hakon had caressed her sister's lovely breasts, and 
Astrid moved her hands to her own beautiful tits. The girl untied her bodice 
and allowed her breasts to tumble out of the loosened garment. 

"My breasts are almost as large as Ingrid's!" Astrid said to herself. "I 
wonder if I'd feel good if my breasts were caressed?" 

In answer to her own question, lovely blonde young Astrid moved her soft 
hands to her swelling boobs. She touched the white round mounds with each 
hand, and then gave in to a desire to caress her own nipples. 

Astrid's nipples were rose-pink, and they immediately puckered up with 
passion when she stroked them. Soon they were quite erect with pleasure, and 
Astrid could feel her young body squirming with sexual arousal. 

"It's true!" Astrid remarked. "It does make my pussy feel good if my nipples 
are played with!" The pretty little princess wet her fingers in her mouth 
and manipulated her nipples, gently squeezing with her soft fingers. Soon 
she was writhing with passion, and there was no doubt that her little pussy 
was growing wet with desire. 

"Do I dare touch myself between my legs?" the pretty fifteen-year-old asked 
herself. Before she had a chance to answer, one of her gentle hands was 
sliding down her smooth belly. 

"Oh! My hair feels so soft!" she giggled. "My soft curly pussy hairs!" 

She explored further. "I wonder if I have a clitoris too?" she asked 
herself. 

She investigated the area around the top of her crack, right above the 
inside lips of her slit. Sure enough, she found a tiny button of pleasure 
flesh that gave off wonderful sensations when she stimulated it. 

"Aaaaaahhh!" she gasped. "I do have a clit! And it feels good when I rub 
it!" 

Wetting her fingers again from her mouth, Astrid began stroking her little 
clitoris. She rubbed back and forth across it, and soon it was swelling with 
passion. 

"Mmmmmmmnnnn!" she purred. "This really does feel good!" 

Before long young Astrid's loins were glowing with good sexual arousal, and 
thrills of pleasure were rolling through her belly. She could tell her 
little slit was getting even wetter. "My pussy feels like it wants to be 
touched!" she sighed. 

Astrid moved her finger down to her bright pink slit, which was beginning to 
swell open with desire. When her finger touched the inflamed flesh, made 
slippery by the flowing nectars of her cunt, Astrid groaned and writhed with 
pleasure. 

"Oooooohhh! My pussy does feel good!" 

The lovely girl stripped off her gown and stretched out naked on her bed, 
her thighs parted and knees bent. She put both of her hands between her 
white thighs, and started seriously trying to give her young body the 
pleasure it had never yet known. 

Astrid used her finger to penetrate about an inch into her vagina. It felt 
so good, the girl was soon shivering with joy. She rotated her finger, 
stirring the entrance to her love hole, and her legs shuddered with 
pleasure. 

"My pussy loves this!" she whispered to herself. 

Then the pretty little blonde princess used her other hand to manipulate her 
clitoris, and soon that little pleasure organ was erect and throbbing. 
"Sexual stimulation really feels good!" Astrid moaned. "I really like to 
play with myself!" 

The girl was soon writhing all over the bed, her long slender limbs 
trembling with delight. Her pussy swelled open with delight, and the girl 
soon found herself fingering her maidenhead. She found the hole in her 
cherry, and was soon exploring her vagina beyond her virginal membrane. 

"Oooohh! This really does feel good up in there!" 

Stroking her finger in and out of her cunt, Astrid soon had herself whipped 
into a frenzy of lust. Her long blonde hair sprawled across the pillow as 
her pretty head rolled back and forth in passion, her lips moaning with 
pleasure. 

"Mmmmmmm!! I really want to make myself come! I've never had an orgasm 
before!" 

Faster and faster the young girl frigged her virginal sex organs, until the 
sensations came so fast and so deep the child knew she was approaching her 
climax. 

"Oooohh! Oooooh! Ooohh! Oooohh! Aaah! Oh! Oh, my cunt! My pussy tickles so 
hard! I can hardly stand it!" 

The girl's beautiful round ass squirmed voluptuously on her bed, and her 
back arched with the tension of the approaching orgasm. Astrid's teeth 
chattered and her hands shook as she masturbated herself. 

"Ooooohhh, fuck!" she gasped. Astrid almost never spoke all the dirty words 
she had picked up since childhood, but now the lovely princess found that it 
increased her ardor if she whispered obscenities to herself while she 
masturbated. 

"Oohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" the excited virgin giggled. "Shit! Piss! Cunt! 
Cock! Pussy! Pecker! Twat! Dick!" 

Astrid's young crotch was now sizzling with hot sexual energy, and the noble 
maiden was panting with joy. Her little clit was as hard as a pebble, and it 
vibrated with tremendous pleasure sensations. 

Similarly, her tight wet virgin slit was pulsating with joy from her 
finger-strokes. 

The sensations got better and better, and finally young Astrid felt her body 
convulsing with her first sexual climax. 

"Aaaahhhh! Ooohh!! Ooohh! Ooh! Ooh! Oh! Mm-mmm!" 

Her lovely young body wracked with thrills of pleasure, Princess Astrid 
flopped and writhed all over the bed while waves of warm orgasms rippled out 
from her climaxing genitals. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" the child sobbed. "I'm making myself have an 
orgasm, and it feels so good! Oh, shit-fuck, pussy-cunt! I just love to 
come!" 

Convulsions of joy gripped her tight maiden twat, and her sweet slick 
nectars poured from her little pink slit. The lovely blonde girl humped her 
slim hips uncontrollably, shuddering with passion. 

But finally the spasms passed, and Princess Astrid fell back on her 
mattress, exhausted but satisfied. 

"By all the gods of Valhalla!" the maiden gasped. "What a joy that was! No 
wonder people make such a great deal out of sex! Surely it must be one of 
the most wonderful things in the world!" 

The young girl took a dainty handkerchief and delicately mopped up the 
free-flowing pussy juices that had over flowed her cunt and dribbled down 
her lovely ass cheeks. But then she heard some small noise from the 
adjoining chamber, and she went to look again into her sister's bedroom.' 
"Can they be at it again so quickly?" she wondered. She crept to the door 
and once again spied upon the couple. 

They were indeed again engaged in sexual sport! Lovely dark-haired Princess 
Ingrid had now assumed the upper position, with brave Hakon on the bottom. 
Ingrid had already straddled his swollen pole, and his cock was just now 
penetrating deep into her vagina. 

"Ooooohh, yes, brave Hakon!" Ingrid whispered. "It feels so good to have you 
inside me again! You are a valiant warrior indeed, to respond so quickly to 
another call to battle!" 

"My lady, I pray only that my sword may always be ready whenever you 
command!" moaned handsome Hakon, as his noble lady rocked her slender hips 
up and down, moving her pussy around on his swollen cock knob. 

Beautiful Ingrid rested her weight on her hands, and Hakon found that by 
leaning upward he could suck her brown nipples while his cock stirred her 
cunt. This discovery caused them both much pleasure! 

"Oooohh, sweet Hakon!" Ingrid sighed. "You suck my tits and fuck my pussy at 
the same time! My body shivers with thrills of joy when you do that!" 

"My delight is no less increased!" Hakon replied. "When I suck tenderly on 
your taut nipples, I am rewarded with a tiny contraction of your twat, which 
transmits sensations of the deepest pleasure to my hard-on!" 

The screwing couple took to moving faster, in order to enjoy the sweet 
friction produced by the gliding of Ingrid's vagina up and down the stiff 
length of Hakon's hard cock. Soon both were moaning and shuddering with joy. 

Inventive young Hakon then made another discovery. By sliding his strong 
hand down between their heaving bellies, he was able to touch his lover's 
little clitoris, and that gave her great delight! 

"Oh, my wonderful Icelandic lover!" Ingrid breathed. "You have no idea how 
good that makes me feel! Your long pole stirs the depths of my throbbing 
cunt, and now your strong fingers also arouse my little lust button! My sex 
organs are pulsating with delight!" 

Copious quantities of slippery nectars were flowing from young Ingrid's 
vagina, and Hakon used these fluids to lubricate her stiff little clit. 
Using his thumb and index finger to vigorously frig her fuck button, at the 
same time thrusting his huge erection deep into her twat, Hakon soon had his 
lady hovering on the brink of her orgasm. 

Princess Ingrid then invented a novelty of her own. Reaching her long 
slender arm around their writhing asses, she managed to touch Hakon's 
quivering testicles. The brave lad gasped with pleasure when his moaning 
lover fondled his balls while he fucked her cunt and frigged her clit. 

"Ooooohh, my love, my sweet hard-cocked lover!" Ingrid babbled in her 
delight. "I feel as though I must have died and joined the immortal gods in 
Valhalla, since I am sure such pleasures as I now enjoy are not meant for 
mere humans!" 

"They are meant for you and none other!" noble Hakon gently disagreed. "The 
immortal gods in their wisdom have given men and women the gift of sexual 
pleasure, and we must now show them disservice by denying ourselves this 
benefit!" 

"Oooohhh!" sweet Ingrid sighed in her delight. "Then it is actually an act 
of piety for me to be quivering in pleasure from your stiff cock up my cunt, 
and your strong hands on my clitoris." 

"So it must be, my sweet lady!" Hakon insisted. 

The worthy warrior's passions were also approaching the threshold of orgasm, 
and he could feel his pleasure gathering at the base of his cock. Ingrid's 
tender caresses on his balls were making his nut sack tighten with joy. 

"My lady, I suspect my hard cock will soon spew its seed into your belly!" 
the gentleman warned. "Would it not be better for our already compromised 
honor if we were to allow this flood to spill harmlessly into the air?" 

But the beautiful Princess Ingrid would hear nothing of his suggestion! 
Instead, the lovely teenager only clamped her arms and legs more firmly 
around her lover's body, and started humping her lovely round ass quickly up 
and down his quivering dick. 

"Oh, no, my noble lover!" she countered. "I crave for you to flood my cunt 
with your hot semen! I sense that your powerful ejaculation is all I need to 
complete my own pleasure! Please, my love-surely you will not deny me my 
delight for the sake of your honor?" 

Since lovely Ingrid chose to define the matter as a test of his love, noble 
Hakon had no choice but to embrace his lover and fuck her manfully until he 
was no longer able to restrain the flow of his seed. His caressed balls 
convulsed with extreme pleasure, and his asshole contracted. Ingrid sweetly 
squeezed his throbbing balls and jacked the base of his cock, and the brave 
Viking cried out and came. 

"Oooohhh, by Odin!" he swore. "I have no choice! My sex organs are 
exploding! I'm coming in you, dear Ingrid!" 

Hakon groaned and squirmed as the semen poured out of his twitching cock. 
His body was wracked with thrills of pleasure. His arousal was so great and 
his release so complete that he ejaculated his entire load in one long 
stream, and the sexual joy was so intense the worthy warrior almost swooned. 

As lovely Ingrid had suspected, this splendid ejaculation was the trigger 
for her own quaking orgasm, and the beautiful princess screamed with delight 
as her body quivered with spasms of pleasure. 

"Oh, fuck me, sweet Hakon!" the orgasming lady gasped. "Fuck me hard and 
deep, and squirt your powerful ejaculation into my cunt! I can't help coming 
when I feel you shooting off into me like this!" 

The lady's cunt contracted with her joy, and the spasm milked the last drops 
out of Hakon's throbbing sex organ. He yelped with delight as his pleasure 
charged cock jerked in his lover's vagina. 

"With mighty Thor as my witness, never have I known such pleasure from a 
woman's body!" the worthy Viking gasped. "Your throbbing pussy sucks my 
juices right out of me, leaving me limp and shaking with delight!" 

Finally their exertions diminished, and they relaxed exhausted on the bed. 
Both were extremely satisfied with the pleasure they had taken together. 

Is it necessary to add that the younger Princess Astrid also went back to 
her own bed and again whipped her own young virgin body into a frenzy of 
passion, finding release through her own clever manipulation of her sex 
organs? 

And so matters remained for many days. Each night young Hakon would steal 
into Ingrid's chamber, and there they would fuck and play until dawn, while 
young Astrid lay next door, listening to their sex play, and frigging 
herself to orgasm as often as her older sister was fucked. 

CHAPTER THREE 

One day King Brian sat in his hall on his high seat, drinking with his 
retainers, when young Hakon approached and asked permission to speak. 

"Good King Brian," Hakon began, "I would like your permission to ask you a 
favor?" 

"You may ask me anything save one," the King replied. "I will not listen to 
you begging me again for the hand of my daughter Ingrid!" 

The king's retainers all knew how much their companion Hakon wanted the 
King's daughter to wed, and they laughed at this sally of Brian's. But 
Hakon, already secretly enjoying Princess Ingrid's bed, merely smiled 
inwardly and continued. 

"I will not bore your ears with-that today, Your Majesty," the young warrior 
assured the King. "It is another matter I would lay before you!" 

"Go ahead then!" consented the noble Brian. 

"I have received information that my kinsman Gunnar Bjornson is coming out 
from Iceland. He is a great warrior, and he informs me that he would like to 
be accepted into your household as one of your retainers, Your Majesty." 

King Brian thought this was good news, because Gunnar Bjornson's reputation 
had already reached the Orkney Islands, and he was thought to be one of the 
most promising young warriors in Scandinavia. He had already had many 
adventures that had turned out to his honor, and he was a young lad not yet 
twenty. 

"I will not be sorry to have Gunnar Bjornson among my retainers!" King Brian 
said. "He will be welcomed here whenever he comes!" 

Several days later Gunnar arrived in a long ship with thirty good men. His 
kinsman Hakon met him at the shore, and they embraced. 

"Did you tell King Brian I was coming?" Gunnar immediately asked. 

"Indeed I did, and he was delighted!" Hakon answered. "He has assured me 
that you will spend the winter here in high honor if you choose to become 
his retainer!" 

Then Gunnar and Hakon went to Hakon's house so Gunnar could get ready to 
meet the King. He dressed himself in a red silk robe that had been a gift 
from King Harald of Norway, and strapped on a jeweled sword and scabbard he 
had himself taken off the famous pirate Arnie Ulfson after killing the 
notorious berserker in a desperate battle. 

Gunnar summoned his men and had them all dressed in fine clothes from the 
treasure chests in his ship. Then he said, "All right, kinsman! I am ready 
to meet King Brian!" 

Hakon took Gunnar to Brian's hall. Gunnar and Hakon walked in at the head of 
thirty men, warriors all, all dressed in fine clothes, and everyone remarked 
at what a splendid impression they made. Gunnar was introduced to Brian by 
Hakon. 

"What brings you to my lands, famous Gunnar?" King Brian asked. 

"A desire to see your splendour, Your Majesty, since the high quality of the 
Court of Orkney is well-known throughout all the northern lands! I would 
consider it an honor if you should accept me into your service, and I have 
with me thirty men, all hand picked warriors, who I would place at your 
command!" 

Then Gunnar had his men bring up many chests containing gifts for the King 
and his court. To King Brian he gave a gold-crusted shield that had once 
belonged to the King of Ireland, and a golden crown taken at great peril 
during a Viking expedition into the Baltic lands. The king was well pleased 
with these rich gifts, and many others besides which the generous Gunnar 
gave to him. 

Then Gunnar said, "I have presents for the ladies also, for the fame of your 
beautiful daughters has also spread far and wide, Your Majesty!" 

Astrid and Ingrid had been watching from behind their father's high seat, 
and now King Brian told his daughters to come forward, and he introduced the 
two princesses to the gallant Icelander. 

Gunnar reached again into his chests. 

"For the Princess Ingrid, beloved of my kinsman Hakon, I have twenty yards 
of the finest Oriental silk. Should it please my lord, King Brian, perhaps 
she may wear it to wed my noble kinsman!" 

Everyone marveled at the richness, and the vast quantity, of the precious 
silk, and it was remarked that a pound of gold could not buy that much of 
the precious cloth at the open market. Everyone thought that Hakon's suit 
for Ingrid's hand would prosper better now that his impressive kinsman 
Gunnar was at court! 

Princess Ingrid thanked Gunnar courteously for his fine gift. Then Gunnar 
reached again into his chest and took out a necklace of gold chain, 
encrusted with precious gems. It was worth a king's ransom, and many people 
gasped when the beautiful treasure caught the light and its many diamonds 
and emeralds sparkled against the red gold. 

"For the lovely Princess Astrid, who is as beautiful as her starry name 
implies!" the gallant Gunnar said. And as he hung the priceless gift around 
noble Astrid's neck, a spark passed between their eyes, and when Gunnar's 
hand accidentally stroked Astrid's breast while he adjusted the necklace, 
they both trembled as if an electric shock had passed through them. 

"Thank you!" the lovely fifteen-year-old princess sighed. "I shall wear it 
always, in memory of your generosity!" 

Then King Brian made Gunnar a member of his household, and gave him a seat 
of honor very close to his own high seat, and gave him also many rich 
presents in return. 

Although Gunnar was not by nature a boastful man, he had enjoyed many 
splendid adventures, and since he was a good story teller, he was always 
being asked to tell the court about his battles. Soon he was very popular in 
the court, and everyone was waiting for him to start wooing Brian's younger 
daughter. 

But some of King Brian's retainers were jealous. There was a man named Helgi 
who was a kinsman of the King. He had tried to woo both of Brian's daughters 
without success, and now he began to say things privately to the king to 
undermine his trust of Gunnar and Hakon. 

"The sagas are full of warnings about these situations," Helgi told the 
king. "These two young adventurers think they can come into your court and 
slowly win both your confidence and your daughters! Then when they are 
safely wed to your children and have won over the hearts of your men with 
their open-handed generosity, they will do away with you and your rule here 
in your stead!" 

King Brian was not completely persuaded by these arguments, for Gunnar and 
Hakon were welcome additions to any king's court, but the king did all he 
could to prevent the further development of any romance between the two 
brave Icelanders and his beautiful daughters. 

Brian was relieved to see that Hakon and Ingrid seemed to have less interest 
in each other these days. Of course, the king didn't know they were spending 
every night together, fornicating until dawn! 

Young Gunnar was so famous and handsome, many of the ladies of the court 
immediately tried to seduce him to their beds. 

First was a lady named Hilda, the seventeen-year-old daughter of King 
Brian's steward. Hilda was a beautiful girl with long copper colored hair, 
high full breasts, and a lovely round ass. One night she went to Gunnar's 
house on the pretense of bringing him some cakes she had baked. 

Gunnar welcomed the young lady courteously, and before long the lovely girl 
brought the conversation around to sex and wooing. 

"So tell me, brave Gunnar-we have all heard about your brave exploits in 
battle. But are you also a man for the ladies? Does it ever please you to 
kiss a lady's lips?" 

"Indeed, I refuse me no pleasures that do me honor!" Gunnar replied. "Should 
a well-born young lady choose to honor me with a kiss, I would hardly 
refuse!" 

Whereupon the lovely Hilda threw herself into handsome Gunnar's strong arms, 
and begged the hero to kiss her mouth. Gunnar complied, and soon they were 
entwined in a passionate embrace. 

As soon as their mouths met the lady Hilda's lips parted and Gunnar could 
feel the hot caresses of her sweet pink tongue. Gunnar likewise opened his 
lips, and their tongues met and mingled. 

"Oooohh!" the young girl sighed. "Your kiss has like to made me swoon! 
Please show me where I might lie down!" 

Gunnar showed the lady a couch, and she laid full length on it in her thin 
gown, and she caught Gunnar's hand and pulled him down beside her. 

"Now that there is no danger of my falling over, I urge you to waste no time 
in kissing me again!" 

So valiant Gunnar laid down with the fair maiden, and soon they were kissing 
and hugging, and both were quick to become aroused, being young and comely. 

"Ooooohh, brave Gunnar!" the girl moaned. "Your kisses make my heart 
flutter! Here, give me your hand!" And lovely Hilda took Gunnar's hand and 
pressed it to her swelling left breast. "Can't you hear my heart beating?" 

Whether or not Gunnar could feel the lady's heartbeat is not recorded, but 
certainly he could feel the lady's breast, and that gave him such pleasure 
that he soon had his hand inside the bodice of her gown, caressing her naked 
nipples with his strong hands. 

Gunnar's caresses made the lovely girl squirm with delight. Soon her pretty 
dress had worked up her legs almost to her waist, and she was rubbing her 
naked legs against Gunnar's, trying to make his cock swell with passion. 

"Does my young body excite you, noble Gunnar?" the girl asked. 

"Oh, yes!" the hero promptly answered. "In truth, I must admit that for many 
days now I have been secretly admiring your lovely round ass!" 

So aroused had Gunnar become that he could not restrain his hand, and even 
as he spoke his fingers slipped up the back of the lady's gown and started 
stroking the beautiful cheeks of the lady's ass. 

Hilda squirmed and giggled as Gunnar's strong hands caressed her buttocks 
while his soft lips started kissing her nipples. The pretty girl opened her 
thighs, so Gunnar's hand was between her legs, and her sexual flesh was open 
to him. 

Finding her treasures so exposed, Gunnar permitted himself to feel Hilda's 
tender genitals, thus making the lovely lass groan and writhe with sexual 
arousal. Gunnar's sure fingers quickly located Hilda's little clitoris. 

"Ooohhhhh! Ahhhhhh, what sweet thrills I feel when your finger stimulates my 
little lust button!" Hilda sighed. "It makes my little cunt all wet with 
slick juices!" 

Gunnar investigated the opening to Hilda's sweet vagina, and found her word 
to be true. The pink lips of her slit were swelling open with passion, and a 
generous flow of pleasure fluids was beginning to spill from her crack. 

"It's the truth you speak, sweet lady!" Gunnar whispered. "Your little cunny 
is flowing with sex nectars! If I did not value your honor so highly, I 
would be tempted to penetrate it with my finger, in hopes of giving you some 
small joy!" 

"Oh, please don't hesitate!" the girl begged. "I can only think that any 
caress given me by the mighty Gunnar can only enhance my honor!" 

So Gunnar gently penetrated the girl's swelling crack with his finger. The 
lovely girl giggled and writhed with pleasure as the hero's hand tickled her 
little twat. 

Now the lovely Hilda fell to whimpering with passion as the brave warrior 
stroked her cunt. Squirming voluptuously on the couch, the lady cupped her 
breast in her own hand so the gallant Gunnar could suck her nipple while 
finger-fucking her pussy. 

"Oooohhhh! Aaaahhhh!" the lady moaned. "Never have I had such pleasure from 
a simple finger-fuck! Your strong finger makes my cunt shiver with pleasure, 
brave Gunnar!" 

Seeking to arouse Gunnar further, lovely Hilda began running her fingers 
over the mighty Viking's groin. Her hands soon encountered an object so long 
and hard she could not believe it was his cock! 

"Gunnar, have you come to bed with me with your great iron battle-mace 
concealed in your trousers?" she asked. 

"I am armed only for the battle of the sexes, my lady!" brave Gunnar assured 
her. "The weapon you feel has a somewhat blunted point, and is best suited 
for use in holes that are already prepared for its entry!" 

"Unsheath the weapon, so I can see how you are armed!" Hilda challenged, 
fumbling at his trouser buttons.. 

Gunnar obliged the lady by opening his pants. His huge cock sprang into her 
hand, and she stroked its immense length, marvelling at the size and 
strength of it. 

"I think not many men could match weapons with this one, bold Gunnar!" Hilda 
confessed. The lovely girl couldn't keep her hands off of it, and soon she 
was using both hands to caress and stroke Gunnar's heroic cock. 

"I swear, it's nearly as long as my arm from the elbow to the wrist, and at 
least as big around!" the lady remarked with enthusiasm. 

Without any further conversation, beautiful young Hilda rolled over on her 
round ass and flung her legs open, begging noble Gunnar to fuck her flowing 
cunt. "Now Gunnar, if you are a true gentleman, you will not deny me the 
pleasure of a spirited fuck! Your caresses and the sight of your heroic 
penis in its erect condition have aroused in me such a passion that I shall 
have to count you my enemy if you should fail to relieve me of it!" 

The lady looked so appealing in her passion, her white thighs opened to 
expose her pink throbbing slit, and her words were so plaintiff that brave 
Gunnar thought it to be a point of honor to mount her and give her the 
benefit of his splendid erection. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me, brave Gunnar of Iceland!" Hilda gasped. The noble lady 
sought his quivering cock with her dainty hand, and guided it directly to 
her inflamed vagina. "Stick it in me!" 

But the lady had not counted on the formidable size of Gunnar's weapon, and 
she gasped with surprise when her pink lips stretched and his swollen cock 
knob penetrated her tight love hole. 

"Oh! Oooohh, my lover, stop for a moment! Lie still and let me get adjusted 
to your enormous hard-on!" 

They laid quietly for a moment until the juices started flowing again in 
Hilda's tight twat, and then the high-born lady started to feel tremendous 
sensations of pleasure from Gunnar's huge erection. 

"Oh, now it feels good!" she giggled. "Please move it around a little, 
Gunnar!" 

The stout warrior gyrated his muscular hips, and his gigantic erection 
squirmed inside his lady's vagina, filling them both with thrills of 
pleasure. 

"The sweetness of your cunt delights me, my lady!" Gunnar said. "Your little 
pussy is as tight as can be, but also wonderfully soft and pleasantly 
lubricated with your creamy love juices! If it wouldn't trouble you, I think 
I will push my cock a little deeper into your delicious fuck hole!!' In 
answer, the noble lady pressed her round ass upwards, accomplishing the very 
act Gunnar had described, so that his large cock was now deeply lodged in 
the lady's pleasure tunnel. Beautiful Hilda raised her shapely legs and 
wrapped them around her lover's quivering ass. 

"Oooooohh, sweet lady!" the bold warrior gasped. "I can now feel your tight 
cunt encasing almost the entire length of my hardened penis! I can't tell 
you what pleasure my weapon takes from being so delightfully sheathed!" 

"Ooohh, bold Gunnar!" the lady responded. "My cunt is filled with thrills of 
joy as your enlarged cock penetrated down to the very bottom! Never have I 
been so well filled! Fuck me, brave Viking! Pour your sword strokes into my 
gaping pleasure wound!" 

And so they engaged in spirited fucking. Mighty Gunnar rode the lady like a 
spirited filly, squirming artfully in her soft saddle. The young girl 
cringed with passion as her manly lover fucked her valiantly, until the 
noble lass was almost out of control with lust. 

"Pray, slow down, brave Gunnar!" she wailed. "You will ride me to my orgasm 
before you've had time to enjoy the gallop!" 

But noble Gunnar insisted that he cared not a bit for his own pleasure. "It 
is only your sweet spasm I seek, my lady!" he panted. "In truth, I only 
mounted you in order to still the passion I had raised in your cunt, and it 
would be dishonorable of me to let my own pleasure flow into your 
unprotected loins!" 

Lovely Hilda wanted nothing more than to feel Gunnar's lustful flood 
sluicing into her slit, so she tried her best to make him come, flexing her 
throbbing cunt and whispering obscene endearments into his ear. 

"Oooohh, fuck my tight throbbing cunt, sweet Gunnar!" she moaned. "Work your 
hard cock out in my loins! Come in me if you want to, I don't mind! Wouldn't 
it feel good to have a nice orgasm while you're fucking my tight wet pussy?" 

But Gunnar's control was such that he rode the lady unswervingly to her 
climax, without spilling a drop within her twat. Soon the lovely girl was 
whimpering and sobbing with uncontrollable pleasure, as her orgasm finally 
caught up with her. 

"Ooohh! Oh, you're making me come!" she cried. "You're fucking me so good I 
can't stop myself from having an orgasm!" 

The lovely young lady trembled and jerked as the come spasms thrilled 
through her beautiful body. 

Gunnar waited until her last convulsion died away, then pulled out his 
swollen cock. 

"Touch me!" he cried. 

The well-fucked lady was in such awe of his powers that she forgot her 
disappointment in not making her heroic lover come inside her, and she 
wrapped her dainty hand around his hard cock and jacked it once with 
sensuous tenderness. Gunnar's enormous cock immediately spewed forth such a 
mighty ejaculation that the lady's breasts and belly were soaked. 
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" the mighty warrior gasped, and then he collapsed on the 
couch. 

The lady then rearranged her clothing and went home, but not before gallant 
Gunnar had given her a bracelet made of solid red gold. 

The next lady to present herself to Gunnar's attentions was the lovely 
Thora, daughter of Thorhall, King Brian's helmsman. Thora had 
chestnut-colored hair, and her breasts were exceptionally large and 
well-shaped. Her legs were famously long, and her face was very fair, with 
large green eyes. 

One day Thora met Gunnar outside the king's hall and struck up a 
conversation with him. 

"I should not want to detain you if you are about some important business," 
the girl, a mere sixteen, said. 

The gallant Gunnar immediately responded,-"What could be more important than 
exchanging words with a pretty young lady?" 

Thora smiled and blushed, then said, "Perhaps we could be exchanging more 
than words, bold Gunnar of Iceland!" 

Gunnar inferred from this remark that the young lady was not urging him to 
restrain himself. "I would not care to besmirch the lady Thora's honor by 
denying any suitable exchange that she might suggest!" 

Thora now suggested that the two of them walk up the fjord a little ways to 
see if they might find some wild berries to pick. Gunnar readily agreed to 
this, and soon they found themselves in a secluded little glade some 
half-mile from King Brian's hall. They had not found any berries. 

"There are many things we could now exchange besides words, bold Gunnar!" 
Thora remarked. 

"Shall we then begin with kisses?" Gunnar asked. 

The noble young couple immediately fell to kissing. Their lips opened and 
their tongues caressed each other, until their sexual passions began to be 
inflamed. 

"Now we must exchange caresses!" Thora sighed. "I will open my blouse for 
you if you will not disdain to caress my breasts!" 

Gallant Gunnar dared not to insult the lady by refusing so intimate an 
offer, so he was soon stroking and petting the fine breasts of which noble 
Thora was so justly proud. 

"Many are the compliments I have heard paid to your lovely tits," Gunnar 
said, "and now I can understand their justly deserved fame! Seldom have I 
looked upon or caressed such a fine pair of breasts, and on a young lady of 
such tender age!" 

"Oh, thank you, brave warrior!" Thora sighed. 

"The praise of Gunnar of Iceland is worth the compliments of a hundred 
lesser men! I could now go happily to my grave, knowing that you have gazed 
upon my breasts and found them to your liking!" 

"Oh, sweet lady!" gentle Gunnar chided. "Don't yet die before I have an 
opportunity to salute your lovely nipples with my lips." 

Gunnar bent his golden head to Thora's lovely tits and in a moment was 
sucking and licking her splendid nipples until they stood erect with 
passion. 

"Oooohh, bold Gunnar!" the lady gasped, "your lustful kisses are better to 
my breasts than the compliments of a dozen kings! Never before have I felt 
such thrills of pleasure surging through my taut nipples!" 

The young lady squirmed about so lustily that the skirts of her gown were 
soon entangled up around the tops of her thighs, and Gunnar spied the copper 
color of the hairs that grew around her pussy. 

"In truth, I must admit that your breasts do deeply arouse me!" the warrior 
admitted. "But that small glimpse of your soft sweet pubic hairs has 
inflamed me even more, and I must confess I am sore tempted to soil our 
honor by caressing your secret sexual treasures!" 

Upon hearing this, fair Thora opened her thighs even further, treating 
Gunnar to the sight of her exposed crotch, including the wet pink flesh 
between the lips of her vagina. 

"Please do not restrain yourself on account of my honor!" sighed the 
beautiful young girl. "The blame lies entirely with me! If I had not been so 
careless as to expose my sex organs to you, you would not have become so 
inflamed! Please feel free to make whatever use of me you might desire, for 
I could only be honored by the caresses of the famous Gunnar of Iceland!" 

So Gunnar relented and caressed the lady's sweet pleasure places with his 
gentle hands, and it was a source of great pleasure to both of them. The 
lady was already greatly aroused, and Gunnar found her crack already 
dripping with slippery juices when he touched between her white thighs. 

"My young female body oozes cream for you, sweet Gunnar!" the girl murmured. 
"How I love it when you caress my cunt like that!" 

The lady was not lying-her young body was trembling with passion, and waves 
of sexual thrills surged through her lovely genitals. Gunnar, for his part, 
was delighted with the way the girl squirmed in his arms when he stroked the 
folds of her vagina. 

"I can tell you find my caresses to your liking, my lady," the warrior 
whispered, "for your lovely ass squirms on the ground when I tweak your 
little clit with my fingers!" 

"Oooh, yes, yes, it does! I do!" the delighted lass gasped. "Your caresses 
are more exciting than any I have ever known! My honor will be forever 
soiled if I fail to return the favor!" 

So saying, the beautiful young Thora reached for bold Gunnar's crotch. In a 
trice her nimble fingers unfastened his pants, and the noble lady gasped as 
Gunnar's heroic erection was exposed to her. 

"Ooooohh, my lord!" she gasped. "Surely you must be a sorcerer or shape 
changer, for an organ of this size should only be found on a horse!" 

Irresistibly attracted to Gunnar's throbbing erection, Thora instantly began 
to pet it with her dainty soft hands. 

"Aaaahh! Look, valiant Gunnar! It grows even larger as I fondle it! The 
enormous red knob is swelling even larger!" the girl marvelled. "Would you 
hold it against me if I wanted to greet it with my kiss?" 

"By no means would that displease me!" Gunnar assured her. "Please disport 
yourself with it however you like!" 

So lovely Thora bent her copper-colored head over Gunnar's immense erection 
and began to kiss and lick the round red knob, until the brave Viking was 
trembling with lust. 

"Oh, suck me! Suck my cock with your sweet lips!" the warrior sobbed. "The 
knob of my cock shivers with delight from your oral caresses!" 

Thora opened wide her jaws and sucked the entire quivering tip between her 
lips. Gunnar gasped with pleasure as the lovely girl massaged his cock knob 
with her warm wet soft mouth. 

"I love the taste of your manly penis!" the girl moaned. "Many days now have 
I wanted to suck your cock, bold Gunnar!" 

Then Thora proceeded to give Gunnar an exquisite blow job, until the hero's 
cock was throbbing with pleasure, and his balls were quivering with spasms 
of joy. When the mighty warrior was greatly aroused, the lovely lady rolled 
over on her back and coaxed him to fuck her. 

"Now that your weapon has reached such heroic proportions, please turn it to 
my services if you really desire to honor me," the girl cried. "I crave 
nothing on this earth so much as I crave the penetration of my vagina by 
your noble cock! Please don't disappoint me, gallant Gunnar!" 

Gunnar allowed the girl to pull him on top of her, and suffered his cock to 
be inserted between her pink vaginal lips. In truth, the gallant warrior was 
not loath to do the lady this service, since he judged her cunt to be wet, 
slick and tight. 

Nor was he wrong in his assumptions, for the girl's cunt proved to be as 
rewarding as he had expected. Tight though it was, it was also exceedingly 
soft, and very well lubricated, so that his huge hard cock slipped without 
problem into her deepest places, much to their mutual delight. 

"I can feel your hard cock pressing against the farthest fold of my soft 
vagina, bold Gunnar!" the girl sighed. "My pussy is throbbing with delight 
from your heroic penetration!" 

The swollen knob of Gunnar's cock pulsated with little spasms of delight as 
the Viking slowly stroked in and out of Thora's tight cunt. The friction 
thrilled both of them, and they laughed and embraced, squirming from the 
delight they got from each other's sex organs. 

Brave Gunnar maneuvered his cock so skillfully that the young lady was soon 
quivering with passion, while thrills of joy surged through her thoroughly 
aroused loins. Her pussy shivered with little spasms of delight, and she 
lifted her lovely legs and pointed her pretty toes to the blue sky. 

"Oh, fuck me, you brave Viking warrior!" she sobbed. "You have no idea what 
kind of sensations I get from your wonderful cock strokes! Fuck me, fuck me, 
fuck me, Gunnar of Iceland!" 

Gunnar's worthy exertions rapidly brought the lady to the edge of her 
ultimate passion, and she was suddenly amazed to see that the bold warrior 
was not keeping up with her. 

"You are surely fucking me to orgasm!" the lady gasped. "Will you not do me 
the honor of coming too? Please come in me, Gunnar!" 

But gallant Gunnar tightened his hold on his weapons of love, artfully 
fucking the lady to climax without spilling a drop of his seed. In the end 
the lady had to abandon her plan to make him come too, and she simply gave 
herself up to her pleasure, which was easily three times greater than she 
had known from any previous fuck. 

"Oooohhhhh, Gunnar, I'm coming so hard!" Thora sobbed. "My cunt is exploding 
with pleasure from your strong cock strokes! Shit! Fuck! Fuck me hard, sweet 
Viking!" 

Gunnar fucked her manfully until her spasms had ceased, and then he rolled 
off of her, his cock still engorged with lust. The young lady was so 
grateful for the pleasure he had shown her, she quickly sucked his cock into 
her mouth to give him gratification. 

Gunnar's cock jerked lustily as soon as it felt Thora's soft wet oral 
caress, and immediately the noble girl's sucking mouth was flooded with 
Gunnar's manly discharge. The valiant warrior squirmed and gasped as the 
lovely girl sucked the come out of him. She even tickled his balls for him, 
to make sure he ejaculated every drop! 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh... !!" the bold Viking groaned as his ejaculation was sucked 
out of his quaking cock. 

Gunnar's testicles shivered with convulsions of pleasure, and he spewed 
enough semen to fill his drinking horn. His sex organs contracted with 
convulsions of ecstatic joy while his jism flowed through his quivering piss 
slit. 

Brave Thora swallowed as fast as she could, sucking in more at the same 
time. She was amazed at Gunnar's ejaculation, and near the end almost feared 
of drowning. But finally she sucked the hero's balls dry, and he stopped 
squirting into her mouth. 

"Aaahhh, with Thor as my witness!" the mighty Viking swore, "never have I 
parted with such pleasure with my semen! Your mouth, my sweet Thora, is 
better than all the cunts in Norway!!" 

Thora was deeply honored by this compliment, but she was disappointed that 
brave Gunnar had disdained to ejaculate in her vagina. She was grateful for 
the honor and the pleasure, but she knew the bold Icelander would never lose 
his heart to her, and after a while she adjusted her clothing and walked 
back to the hall. 

And so it remained for many days. Lovely ladies from King Brian's court 
paraded their sexual treasures before Gunnar's eyes, and he tasted many of 
their pleasures, but never would he consent to sweeten their snatches with 
his mighty ejaculation. 

Also, brave Gunnar pretended at all times to ignore sweet Princess Astrid, 
although that youthful beauty wore at all times the golden necklace he had 
given her. But Gunnar's kinsman Hakon continued his nightly visits to 
Princess Ingrid's chambers, and they became very educated in the arts of 
sexual gratification. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Now it so happened that the king's retainer Helgi grew ever more bitter in 
his jealousy of Hakon and Gunnar. Seeing that Gunnar made no advances 
towards Princess Astrid, Helgi decided on another tactic to use against the 
brave Icelander. 

Helgi had a kinswoman named Brynn, who was considered the most beautiful in 
all the Orkneys next to the Princesses Ingrid and Astrid. Helgi had Brynn 
sent to him, and she came wearing a beautiful gown of Syrian silk, that 
showed off her lovely proud breasts and slender legs, as well as her rounded 
ass. 

"Greetings, beautiful Brynn!" Helgi said, embracing his kinswoman. "You do 
me honor by so quickly answering my summons!" 

"Do not waste your compliments on me!" Brynn said sharply, "For I know you 
must have some scurrilous scheme up your sleeve! If I did not have such 
close ties of kinship with you, I would never get involved in your 
underhanded operations!" 

"Lovely Brynn, I have a task of the utmost delicacy I must assign to you!" 
Helgi pleaded. "Furthermore it is a job that you might find some personal 
pleasure in, since it involves the seduction of a worthy hero!" 

But noble Brynn shook her beautiful head in disgust. "You must want me to 
seduce Gunnar of Iceland, as part of some plot you have concocted to bring 
about his destruction! While I have had occasion to look upon Gunnar and I 
must admit I find him pleasing, I do not think it would serve my honor to 
seduce him in order to further your treacherous schemes!" 

But the glib-tongued Helgi used a very persuasive argument. "This Gunnar of 
Iceland has gone around making a joke of the ladies of the Court of Orkney! 
He will taste their sweet favors, but it is beneath him to honor them with 
his essence! This Icelander must think his jizm is too good to be wasted on 
Orkney women!" 

And now the cunning Helgi used his most telling weapon, since he knew his 
kinswoman Brynn to be very jealous of the two daughters of King Brian. 

"No doubt bold Gunnar thinks he is saving his semen for the lovely vagina of 
the Princess Astrid!" Helgi goaded. "I imagine her sweet wiles will no doubt 
draw from him the juices which have been denied to so many of the fair 
ladies of Orkney!" 

The lovely Brynn bridled at this reference to her rival Astrid, and she 
quickly spoke without measuring her words. "Well, if Astrid thinks to have 
Gunnar's virgin ejaculation for her own pink cunt, she's going to have to 
contend with me first!" 

Conniving Helgi laughed inwardly, sensing victory within his grasp. "Don't 
speak too quickly, kinswoman!" he chided. "If you try for brave Gunnar's 
ejaculation and do not win it, then noble Astrid's victory will be only that 
much sweeter!" 

"Try and fail!" Brynn gasped. "Is this my kinsman Helgi I hear speaking to 
me? When have our kin ever tried and failed? Show me where this bold hero 
may be found, and you can be assured that his manly flood will sweeten my 
snatch before Princess Astrid ever knows his penetration!" 

"Well said, kinswoman!" Helgi gloated. "Give me your hand on it!" And then 
they saluted their plan with wine. 

Beautiful Brynn went into her chamber and dressed herself in her finest, 
most alluring clothes. Helgi's bewitching kinswoman donned a gown made from 
the finest sheer silk from Damascus, which showed most clearly the lines and 
curves of her voluptuous body. She braided threads of red gold into her hair 
and perfumed her breasts with costly spices. 

Then Helgi took the beautiful woman to King Brian's hall, and everyone there 
remarked on how alluring Brynn looked, but Princess Astrid pretended not to 
notice as the men of the court flocked around the lovely girl. 

But the bold Gunnar sat aloof from the other men, drinking strong mead from 
his drinking-horn, disdaining to join the press around the newcomer. 

"This will never do!" thought Helgi. "I must find some way to make Gunnar 
pay attention!" 

Helgi saluted the king and suggested they follow an old custom, in which the 
king's guests drew lots to see who would be drinking companions for the 
evening. The king agreed, and cunning Helgi manipulated things so that 
Gunnar and Brynn sat at the same table, sharing the same horn. 

Gunnar greeted Brynn most courteously, as befitted a well-born gentleman, 
and she returned his salutation just as courteously, and soon they were 
quite at ease in each other's company. 

"So tell me, brave Icelander, what do you think of the Orkneys?" the 
beguiling girl asked. 

"Beautiful lady, I am most impressed by the glory of King Brian's court! It 
is a great honor for me to sit among such worthy warriors and such fine 
ladies!" Gunnar answered gallantly. 

"Aahh, yes! The fine ladies!" Brynn laughed. "I have heard you are not 
lacking in your attentions to the Orkney women!" 

The lovely temptress then threw her cloak back off her shoulders, revealing 
her fine breasts, which were tightly draped in the expensive eastern silk. 

Brave Gunnar could not help but notice the splendid pair of tits the girl 
was sporting, and soon he discovered himself to be staring at her revealed 
nipples in a way that seemed to him unseemly. 

"Gentle lady, I beg of you!" the worthy warrior said. "Please cover yourself 
again, for I must confess that when I gaze upon your exquisite breasts, the 
conversation stops in my throat, and I can think of nothing to say!" 

But the beautiful Brynn pretended to be affected by the heat, and said, "Oh, 
Gunnar, please don't ask me to do that, for it already seems uncommonly warm 
in here!" 

"Of course, my lady!" gallant Gunnar immediately retracted. "Please arrange 
your clothing in any way that suits you!" 

Upon hearing that, the curvaceous Brynn let her cloak fall completely, 
revealing also the clinging silk gown as it draped her lovely hips, ass and 
legs. Brave Gunnar could not prevent himself from staring at her body, and 
soon he had a splendid erection under the small round drinking table. 

Lovely Brynn could see the effect her charms were having on the bold 
warrior, and she was secretly greatly pleased, but on the surface she still 
pretended to be somewhat chagrinned with his company. 

"My! It still seems so warm in here!" the lady commented. Brynn pretended to 
be adjusting the clasp of her gown, and she let the little silver broach 
that held it fall to the floor. "Oh! How clumsy of me!" 

As Brynn had hoped, Gallant Gunnar immediately offered to retrieve the 
bauble. Soon as Gunnar was below the table searching, the lady allowed her 
gown to slip open and spread her legs at the same time, so Gunnar was 
treated to the sight of her beautiful cunt! 

Gunnar quickly forgot all about the missing broach, so entranced was he by 
the beauty of the young girl's private parts. Like her hair, the lady's 
pubic bush was soft and curly, the color of beaten gold, and as she opened 
her thighs, Gunnar could see the soft pink skin of her crack. 

Pretending herself to be looking for the jewel on the top of the table, 
voluptuous Bryn squirmed her lovely ass around a lot, and Gunnar looked at 
her enticing vagina in a number of positions. But suddenly the worthy 
warrior remembered himself, and looking around he quickly located the brooch 
and climbed back onto his seat. 

"Did you find my treasure?" she asked. 

"I did indeed, lady!" bold Gunnar asserted. "And I must say, it was well 
worth looking for! Rarely have I come upon so fair a jewel!" 

"I thought you might like it, so I wore it especially tonight just for you!" 
Brynn retorted. 

"The color of it is particularly delicate!" Gunnar continued. "Although the 
rich golden setting is also of striking beauty!" 

Made bold by lust, Gunnar left one hand beneath the table and soon fair 
Brynn felt it on her knee. She did not remove it, but covered it with her 
own. 

"If you think so highly of my little treasure, perhaps I should give it to 
you!" Brynn said. 

"My lady Brynn has always been known for her generosity!" Gunnar remarked, 
sliding his hand up the soft inside of the lady's thigh. "I would be honored 
by any gift she chose to present me!" 

Her left hand was on the table, and beautiful Brynn used it to slide the 
brooch across to Gunnar. 

"Then please accept it, with my compliments!" 

At the same time her right hand, in her lap under the table seized Gunnar's 
hand and directed it between her legs, where her moist pussy waited. 

"My lady is too generous!" Gunnar declaimed. 

Brynn's cunt was as soft and creamy as it was lovely to look at, and bold 
Gunnar was delighted to let his hand play in those fields of pleasure. Soon 
his fingers were dripping with the girl's slippery fluids, and Brynn was 
beginning to squirm voluptuously in her seat. 

Gunnar's lover Thora was seated at the next table. Seeing the expression of 
bliss on Brynn's face, and noting Gunnar's absent hand, Thora soon figured 
out what was happening. Thora called out in a loud voice: "My dear friend 
Brynn! You don't look at all well! Your face is flushed, and you hardly seem 
able to sit up in your chair! Perhaps you should ask your kinsman Helgi to 
see you home!" 

But Gunnar immediately turned Thora's jealous sally into another direction 
by jumping gallantly to his feet and proclaiming: "Keep your seat, brave 
Helgi! I fear my boring conversation may be the cause of your kinswoman's 
distress, and it is only proper that I should see her safely to her door!" 

Wrapping Brynn's cloak around her shoulders, Gunnar quickly ushered the 
lovely lady out of the hall. As soon as they were outside, Brynn threw her 
arms around Gunnar's neck and pressed her soft lips to his mouth. 

Their tongues met in passionate caresses, and soon their bodies were flowing 
against each other. Brynn ground her hips into Gunnar's groin, until she 
could feel the power of his erection pressing against her belly. 

"Take me to your house!" she said, and Gunnar did so, and they went directly 
to his sleeping chamber and he laid her out on the bed, for they were 
already both greatly aroused from their sport in the king's hall. 

"Now, tell me more about this strange malady that has caused us to make such 
an unseemly departure from the king's table!" Gunnar chided. 

The lovely lady giggled and opened her gown. "Perhaps you should make an 
examination, doctor!" 

Gunnar ran his manly hand the length of her body and the caress made her 
moan with pleasure. 

"You are groaning, my lady!" Gunnar laughed. "Is your malady getting worse?" 

"Oh, I fear it is!" she giggled. "The pain seems to be centered around the 
middle of my body, good doctor!" 

Gunnar placed his strong hand on Brynn's flat belly, saying, "Is this then 
the seat of your discomfort, my lady!" 

"You are close, doctor! But it seems to be a little farther down!" 

Gunnar slid his hand down until he was palming the round hair-covered mound 
of the girl's young pussy. 

"Perhaps it is here, my lady, that your trouble lies!" 

"Ooohh, doctor, you are getting very close! Leave your hand there a while 
and see if it helps!" 

Gunnar cupped the lady's pubic mound in the palm of his hand. He pressed 
down gently and rolled his hand around, and the lady gasped with pleasure, 
her ass squirming. 

"In all truth, lady," Gunnar observed, "I seem to be close to the seat of 
the problem, for your pain has obviously increased! Shall I continue the 
examination?" 

"Oh, yes, doctor! Please do!" the lady sighed. "I think you might look a 
little lower still!" 

Gunnar's strong but sensitive fingers inched down the curve of Brynn's 
crotch until they encountered the top of her vaginal lips, between which 
rested the lady's quivering clitoris. 

"Aaaa-aaahh-aahhhh!" the girl gasped as his fingertips caressed her little 
love-button. 

"Surely this must be very close to the heart of your discomfort, my lady!" 
Gunnar surmised. "Even as I massage this distressed little organ, I can feel 
it becomes inflamed under my fingertip!" 

"Ooohhh, yes, yes doctor, it is swelling right up, there's no doubt about 
that! Perhaps more massaging will relieve it's distress!" 

Gunnar moistened his finger in his mouth, and fell to stroking Brynn's 
stiffening clitoris. The beautiful lady squirmed and writhed with passion, 
and her little cunny started swelling open with lust. 

"Aaahh, sweet sorrowing lady, look at this!" Gunnar said with mock 
seriousness. "This must be the true root cause of your pain, my lady! 
Directly below this little swollen pimple I have discovered an open wound, 
and it is weeping with internal juices!" 

And as he spoke, Gunnar tenderly caressed the inflamed lips of Brynn's 
vagina, making the lady gasp as thrills of pleasure surged through her 
lovely loins. 

"Ooohh, yes! That's it, doctor! You have found the very place!" the lovely 
lady sobbed. "Tell me truly, doctor - is it a very bad wound?" 

Gunnar continued his manual exploration of the opening to Brynn's 
love-tunnel, observing: "Well, my lady, it is not so very large, but it 
seems quite deep! Tight would best describe it! And quite wet! Tell me, good 
lady, does the flesh feel tender up in there?" he asked, gently probing up 
into the girl's pink slit. 

"Ooohh, yes, doctor, it is exceedingly tender there!" Brynn gasped, writhing 
and shivering with joy as her vagina was stimulated by Gunnar's hand. 

"I wonder what treatment we should prescribe for you!" the brave warrior 
mused. "Once when I was in the east I observed a case not unlike this, and 
the doctor in attendance used leaches!" 

"Leeches!" 

"Yes, he used leeches to such the inflamed areas! Of course I don't happen 
to have any leeches right now myself, but a dedicated physician must always 
be willing to make any sacrifice for his patient! If my lady was willing to 
risk the treatment, I would be willing to take the place of the missing 
leech, and do the sucking myself!" 

"Ooohh!" the lady cried. "Good doctor, you do me too much honor! But I am in 
your hands! Do what ever you think is in my best interest!" 

Now Gunnar got down between the lady's legs, and she opened her thighs wide 
for him. He put his face next to the lady's private parts, and inhaled 
deeply of the sweet scent of her pussy. 

First Gunnar applied the tip of his tongue to the girl's clitoris. That tiny 
pleasure organ quivered with joy from his oral caress, and the lady writhed 
and whimpered from the pleasure it gave her. 

"Ooohhh, what a sweet treatment, doctor!" the lady purred. "Already I can 
feel it's benevolent effects!" 

Gunnar continued his lapping and licking, until the lady was greatly 
aroused, flexing her long legs and shivering with thrills of joy. Then the 
bold Viking moved his tongue down to the lady's vaginal lips and started 
licking round her moist slit. 

"Aaaahhhh! Oh, sweet Gunnar, how well you lick my pussy!" lovely Brynn 
crooned. "My little cunt thrills with joy every time you swab my slit with 
your strong tongue!" 

Gunnar continued his oral caresses, licking ever deeper into the lady's 
love-hole, making her squirm with delight. The girl's vagina was now freely 
flowing with pleasure-fluids, and her slender belly was throbbing with sweet 
sexual sensations. 

"Your lovely cunt tastes better than all the mead in Brian's hall!" Gunnar 
declared. 

"Ooohh, drink deeply, my love!" Brynn sighed. "Never before has my cunt 
known such wondrous sensations! My pussy is throbbing with delight! Lick my 
cunt, brave Gunnar! I just love it!" 

And so Helgi's lovely kinswoman rolled and squirmed on bold Gunnar's bed, 
while the worthy Viking warrior flailed her sex organs with his strong 
tongue. Gunnar used his hands to gently separate the pink lips of Brynn's 
cunt, so his tongue could penetrate deeply into her quivering vagina. 

But now noble Brynn became concerned for the pleasure of her partner, and 
she asked him to remove his trousers and arrange himself so she could also 
stimulate his organs while he fondled hers. 

"Let us lie together with our faces in each others' crotches," the gallant 
lady suggested. "Then we can mutually give each other oral sex!" 

This idea was to Gunnar's liking, so the two quickly arranged themselves in 
the manner of Brynn's suggestion. Beautiful Brynn was impressed by the 
length and girth of Gunnar's heroic cock. 

"In all truth, my lord!" she gasped. "I see now why you are reckoned the 
most bold warrior in Scandinavia! With a weapon like this, a man could sweep 
many a quarterdeck clean!" 

Brynn took the imposing organ in her delicate hands and softly slid the 
loose skin up and down the stiff thick shaft, until brave Gunnar was moaning 
with pleasure. 

"My cock is honored by your attentions!" the warrior gasped. "My weapon has 
not been unsheathed all night, and as the old saying goes, the first strokes 
are always among the best!" 

Beautiful Brynn caressed the huge erection and then began to lick and kiss 
the swelling knob, which gave Gunnar great pleasure. In return, the bold 
Viking pressed his tongue deeply into the lady's snatch, causing her to 
experience good sensations. 

"I must permit you to fuck me in the mouth!" 

Brynn sighed. Stretching wide her jaws, she gently guided the quivering red 
tip of Gunnar's hard penis into her soft warm mouth, and there preceded to 
suck and lick it until the valiant Icelander was squirming with good sexual 
pleasure. 

"Oh, suck me, suck me, sweet Brynn!" Gunnar crooned. "With brave Thor as my 
witness, never have I had my cock so sweetly sucked!" 

Gunnar in turn fucked the lady's cunt with his tongue, and so powerful were 
his strokes that the beautiful girl was soon shivering all over with lustful 
excitement. 

"Gunnar, brave Gunnar, what strokes your tongue gives my cunt!" she sobbed. 
"In truth, I have known cocks that could not give me the fulfillment I 
receive from your tongue!" 

And so the noble couple had double oral sex until they were both in a high 
state of sexual arousal, and each could perceive the beginnings of an 
orgasm. Consequently they stopped by mutual agreement, and prepared 
themselves for fucking. 

Lovely Brynn laid on her back with her legs spread, and Gunnar had to admire 
her female beauty. Her breasts were taught with excitement, and her belly 
quivered nervously. Between her thighs was one of the sweetest pussies 
Gunnar had yet looked upon, all pink and glistening between her golden pussy 
hairs, now matted with moisture. "Do I look good enough to fuck?" she 
teased. Gunnar mounted her for his answer, and his cock fell into her hands 
so she could guide it to her waiting pussy. Both gasped as his big erection 
slid inside her slick pink slit-lips. 

You are truly as tight and juicy as I thought you would be!" Gunnar 
marveled. "Your cunt feels exquisitely fine around my throbbing hard-on!" 

"Ooohh, please move it in and out of me!" Brynn moaned. The lovely lass 
raised her legs and wrapped them around Gunnar's muscular buttocks as the 
brave hero plowed her slit with his huge cock. 

Sucking each others' sex organs had made them too inflamed for much 
sporting, and they quickly fell to heavy fucking, with many groans and 
giggles of pleasure. 

"Your huge hard cock feels so good up inside me!" Brynn sighed. "It feels so 
good to be well-filled by a truly manly sex organ!" 

Gunnar's body shivered as he propelled his hardened penis in and out of 
Brynn's tight twat. The friction of his bold strokes was filling them both 
with surging thrills of pleasure. 

"You are such a splendid fuck, my lady!" Gunnar crooned. "My cock is 
pulsating with joy, and I can feel little spasms of delight rippling through 
my testicles! My ass-hole is enjoying palpitations of pleasure, and already 
I can feel the tension of orgasm building up in my crotch!" 

Lady Brynn was thrilled to hear this news, for she desperately desired that 
Gunnar should spill his seed into her vagina. 

"Ooohh, yes, yes, fuck me hard and fast!" she coaxed. "I too can feel my 
pleasure rising, and if you made any hesitation right now, I fear it would 
destroy my delight!" 

Thus taunted, brave Gunnar did not slow his strokes, but even speeded them 
up, although he could clearly feel his climax curdling between his balls. 

"I shan't drop a single stroke if it would deprive my lady of a single 
sensation of joy!" he stoutly promised, increasing still further the 
frequency of his cock-strokes. 

"Now I shall surely make him ejaculate inside me!" Brynn thought to herself. 
"In truth, I would not mind if he would impregnate me, for I can think of no 
man I would rather have for my husband!" 

But valiant Gunnar's strokes now fell so swiftly that the lady had no 
thought but for the surging pleasure that thrilled through her lovely body, 
radiating out from her throbbing vagina. The friction of Gunnar's valiant 
strokes was bringing the lady closer and closer to her passion's purpose, 
and she could do no more than cling to his strong plunging body and beg for 
more. 

"Fuck me! Ooooooh, fuck me!" she pleaded. "Fuck my little pussy as hard as 
you can, for I can feel my pleasure rising! My belly is boiling with 
passion, and a few more strokes will send me over the top, bold Gunnar! Fuck 
me faster!" 

Gallant Gunnar arose to his lover's call, although he was himself 
dangerously close to orgasm. Privately he had sworn that this lady should 
not succeed where the others failed, for although Gunnar was greatly 
attracted to her, he did not feel in his heart yet that she was the one in 
whose vagina he would discharge his precious seed. 

Being so inclined, skillful Gunnar clamped tightly down on the muscles in 
his seething groin, and although he increased his speed enough to bring the 
lady to orgasm, still he did not spill a single drop of his jizm. 

The lady however was reduced to convulsions of pleasure. Her cunt contracted 
violently with spasms of intense sexual joy, and her breath was swept away 
by the power of her orgasm. 

"Aaahhh-aaaahhh-aah-ah! Ah! Oh! Oh, Gunnar!" she sobbed in her passion. 
"Ooohh, I'm coming so hard! You fuck me so good!" 

Surging spasms of delight shuddered through Brynn's beautiful young body, 
making the girl squirm uncontrollably with pleasure. Her tight cunt twitched 
voluptuously around Gunnar's laboring cock, and the valiant warrior was 
sorely tempted to spill his seed, but held manfully out until he could feel 
the last of the girl's convulsions pass away. 

Brynn had the best orgasm of her life. Her cunt exploded with pleasure, and 
thrills of joy shivered up her spine. She sobbed, whined, whimpered, and 
moaned throughout her long climax, as each convulsion seemed more ecstatic 
than the last. 

Her orgasm was completed by the time Brynn realized that brave Gunnar had 
manfully prevented his own climax, but by then she didn't really care. Her 
pleasure had been so fantastic that she was now only capable of feeling love 
and gratitude for the man who had thus transported Her into the land of 
sexual bliss. 

"Ooohh, my manly lover!" she gasped. "I am so satisfied! My only discomfort 
lies in the fact that you have not yet had your pleasure, but I shall make 
that into an advantage by dwelling on the delight it will give me to coax 
your ejaculation from you with my dainty mouth and hands!" 

And so saying, the lovely lady wriggled down on the bed, still beneath 
Gunnar's muscular body, until her face was level with his throbbing swollen 
cock. 

"Turn over on your back, and let me relieve you of your load!" she 
whispered, and gallant Gunnar did her bidding, and she immediately set to 
caressing his enormous erection. 

Stretching wide her jaws, she sucked the red knob into her mouth and put one 
hand between his balls and wrapped the other around the broad base of his 
cock. Brynn sucked the head, jacked the shaft, and caressed his prime 
pleasure point between his testicles, and Gunnar did not require much of 
that attention before his great cock heaved and jerked, and his pressing 
load was released into Brynn's sweet mouth. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhh! Uh-mm! 'uuhh! 'oohhh!" the hero gasped as 
he experienced the supreme pleasure of his long-delayed ejaculation. 

Gunnar's sexual tension drained out of his piss-slit along with his creamy 
seed, and she shivered and laughed as his jerking cock poured semen into 
Brynn's eagerly sucking mouth. 

The worthy lady sucked and caressed until she had milked the delighted 
Gunnar of every drop of his sex-cream, and then she swallowed everything and 
tenderly licked up everything that had spilled over his cock and balls. 

"Sweet Gunnar!" she sighed. "I should feel bitterly disappointed that I 
failed to induce you to ejaculate inside my vagina, but in all truth I must 
admit I have nothing but the fondest feelings for you right now, for 
although you denied me your semen, still you gave me the most splendid 
fucking and the greatest orgasm I have ever known in my life!" 

"What you say does us both great honor, my lady!" Gunnar replied 
courteously. 

"Oh, brave Gunnar!" the lady continued with a sigh. "What I am now going to 
tell you may cause us both great sorrow, but my fondness for you compels me! 
Gunnar, beware of my kinsman Helgi, for he plots your downfall! For your 
sake, and for the sake of your noble kinsman Hakon, beware of Helgi and his 
conspiracies!" Then the lady moaned with great distress, and it was only 
with the greatest difficulty that she was able to continue. "My kinsman 
Helgi put me up to seducing you, Gunnar - " 

"I had suspected as much," Gunnar answered, "but having now been seduced, I 
reckon him more my friend than my enemy for the favor!" 

"-but that's not all! I have discovered why! He wanted to get you away from 
the hall tonight, because he has secret information that your kinsman Hakon 
is sleeping with the Princess Ingrid! He plans to discover them and expose 
them to the king, and your kinsman will undoubtedly be killed on the spot!" 

Upon hearing these words, brave Gunnar arose in great agitation. "It is well 
you have told me this my lady!" he said, quickly dressing. Brynn noted that 
Gunnar put on his chain-mail under his shirt, and strapped on his famous 
sword. 

Suddenly Brynn grew worried for what she had revealed. "Gunnar!" she cried. 
"What are you going to do?" 

"I am going to go and find your kinsman, the treacherous Helgi, and slay 
him!" Gunner answered promptly. 

"No!" Brynn sobbed. "You must not! What if my information is incorrect? For 
I have not heard it directly from Helgi's mouth, but only from his servants! 
Please don't slay him like this, for you will only earn the vengeance of the 
king and his whole court!" 

Gunnar paused for a moment in thought. "What you say has much merit! I would 
not like good King Brian to think I slew his kinsman without provocation! 
Here is what I shall do: I shall go to King Brian's house and stand guard 
outside Princess Ingrid's bedchamber. If Helgi comes to do them damage, I 
shall defend them against him, but if nothing happens, then in the morning I 
shall warn them and advise them on another plan of action!" 

Brynn was relieved that Gunnar was not going off to slay her kinsman Helgi 
immediately, and she encouraged his plan. 

"But you must be careful, brave Gunnar!" she warned. "If you should sleep, 
or your attention wander, and you were also discovered there by Helgi, then 
it would go as badly for you as for Hakon!" 

Gunnar thanked the noble Brynn for her good advice, and then went quickly to 
King Brian's hall, taking his sword and his gold-embossed shield, to stand 
guard for his kinsman Hakon while that worthy warrior had his sexual 
pleasure with the king's daughter. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

The guardsman outside the private apartments of King Brian and his family 
immediately recognized Gunnar as one of the king's retainer of the highest 
rank, and assumed he was on the king's business, so Gunnar was admitted, 
even armed as he was. 

Gunnar had been there before and he knew the general lay-out of the house. 
He quickly found the dead-end corridor off of which opened the two princess' 
chambers, and no others. Gunnar took up his station in this corridor, 
leaning on his shield, his hand on the hilt of his trusty sword. 

Before long Gunnar became aware of the sounds coming through Ingrid's closed 
door. Despite himself, Gunnar was bored and he found himself listening. 

"How shall I fuck you first tonight, my love?" loyal Gunnar hears his 
kinsman Hakon ask. 

"Do me first from the rear, in the manner of the dog!" the girl instantly 
replied. "I love that position, because it leaves your hands free to roam 
around my passionate naked body!" 

Now, Gunnar had wide experience in sexual conquests, but his approach to 
love-making had always been rather conventional, and he was not well versed 
in the exotic aspects of love. He had heard about people who copulated in 
the manner of dogs, but had never done nor seen it, and his curiosity was 
greatly aroused. 

Moving with great caution, Gunnar sneaked up and opened the door a crack. A 
quick glance showed him a rearward view of the lovely Princess Ingrid, who 
was on her hands and knees naked on the bed. Just as Gunnar looked, the 
beautiful girl reached behind her and used her dainty hands to spread the 
cheeks of her ass, thus revealing her pink inflamed slit. Gunnar gasped and 
pushed the door shut, quickly resuming his post. 

But many minutes passed and nothing happened, and Gunnar was again attracted 
by the sounds coming from Ingrid's chamber. 

"Oh, yes, you're so long and hard! Fuck me, fearless Hakon! Fuck me like a 
dog, like a wild wolf!" 

"What a shameful thing it is to peek!" Gunnar reproached himself, but in the 
end he slipped back to the door and permitted himself another glance inside. 

Gunnar's valiant kinsman had mounted his beloved from the rear in the manner 
she requested, and Gunnar could see Hakon's large cock penetrating the 
girl's pink vagina. Ingrid squirmed with delight, and Hakon laughed and 
stroked his cock in and out of her cunt. 

Blushing with shame, Gunnar resolutely pulled the door shut and went back to 
his post. 

"I must not allow myself to do that any more!" he promised. 

But many long empty minutes passed, and Gunnar could not help but listen to 
the noises that came from the lady's chamber. 

"Ooohhhh, yes, yes! Use your hands too!" he heard Ingrid sob. 

Gunnar became very curious about what exactly his kinsman was doing with his 
hands that so delighted the girl, and so the worthy warrior permitted 
himself another quick peek. "This will be absolutely the last one!" he 
swore, again cracking the door. 

Gunnar saw Hakon feverishly fucking Ingrid from the rear, and Hakon was 
using his hands to reach under and caress Ingrid's hanging breasts and 
nipples, making the lovely girl squirm with delight. 

Gunnar knew he should close the door, but he said to himself, "Since this is 
the last peak, I might as well make it a good one!" 

Hakon and Ingrid were enjoying a splendid fuck, for they both shivered with 
delight at every stroke of brave Hakon's long weapon. Hakon's strong hands 
massaged his lover's full tits, and she giggled and moaned with joy under 
his mighty hands and cock. 

"Oooohhh, yes, fuck me hard, and play with my boobs! Pinch my nipples while 
you screw my cunt!" the blissful girl crooned to her noble lover. 

Hakon's testicles quivered with delight as he stroked his throbbing cock in 
and out of his lover's tight wet cunt, and he took increased pleasure from 
making the lovely lady squirm when he fondled her breasts. 

"My, that does look like fun!" Gunnar thought to himself. Then he remembered 
where he was, and he quickly pulled the door closed and resumed his guard 
duty. 

But the minutes dragged by with feet of lead, and after a while Gunnar heard 
such commotions from Ingrid's room that he could not help but cock his ear 
in their direction. 

"Ooohhh, yes, Hakon! This is best of all! Rub it! Pinch it! Roll it in your 
fingers while you fuck the shit out of my throbbing pussy!" 

When Gunnar heard noble Ingrid moan these words, his curiosity was greatly 
aroused, and he decided it wouldn't hurt if he took one more quick look at 
the fucking couple. 

Gunnar pushed the door open again, and this was the scene that greeted his 
eager eyes: Bold Hakon was still fucking his squirming lady in the canine 
style, but now that her highest passion was approaching, he had moved one 
hand down between her thighs, and he was frigging her swollen clitoris at 
the same time he screwed her twitching vagina! 

Gunnar had no doubt that Hakon's partner was pleased by these manipulations 
of her clit, because the beautiful princess was squirming and twisting under 
her lover's passionate embrace, and her lips were giving vent to the cries 
that ladies make when they feel themselves about ready to come. 

"Ooohhh! Ooohh, fuck me, sweet Hakon! Fuck me mightily, and frig my 
throbbing come-button with your manly hands! The friction of your cock 
pumping in and out of me makes my slit shiver with delight, and your 
stimulation of my clit is rapidly bringing me to the extremes of my sexual 
pleasure!" 

But brave Hakon was himself no less in the throes of sexual delight, and the 
brave warrior gasped and trembled as he kept his hard penis moving inside 
his lover's cunt. 

"Ooohhh, yess, my royal lover!" Hakon crooned. "I too feel my ultimate 
passion approaching! My long cock quivers with delight at every thrust, and 
I can sense my balls tightening up for an orgasm! Already my ass-hole 
contracts with the tension of an approaching climax!" 

"Well," Gunnar thought to himself, "since I've watched this much, I might as 
well stay for the end!" 

As the beautiful Ingrid got closer to her orgasm, her sweet cunt started 
contracting regularly with little spasms of joy, and this served to greatly 
enhance the pleasure sensations Hakon felt in his pumping penis. Thanks to 
these vaginal caresses, it was Hakon who first experienced the first spasm 
of full orgasm, accompanied by a spurting jet of semen for the sweet lady's 
snatch. 

"Oohh, my love, I'm coming in your cunt!" the brave Viking gasped. 

So close was the lady to her own climax that Hakon's first spurt was all she 
needed to start exploding! 

And so the two high-born lovers enjoyed the supreme pleasure of their 
passion, and Hakon's kinsman Gunnar looked on in admiration, feeling his own 
cock hardening beneath his mail. 

But just before Gunnar closed the door he caught a movement on the opposite 
side of the room. Looking closely, Gunnar saw that the door to the adjoining 
room was open, and he caught a quick glimpse through it, and what he saw 
quickened his heart and constricted his throat. 

This is what Gunnar saw for that split second: Princess Astrid, who had also 
been spying on the secret lovers, was squatting behind the connecting door. 
Her incomparable young body was completely naked, except for the golden 
necklace she had taken from Gunnar's hands. The virgin princess was 
squatting with her legs open, and Gunnar could see the perfect beauty of her 
youthful crotch. 

The soft curly hair that surrounded the princess' pink slit was as golden as 
the morning sunlight, and almost seemed to shine in the darkness. Nestled in 
the center of the soft golden bed was the cutest little pink pussy Gunnar 
had ever laid eyes on, and it was inflamed with lust, swollen with desire, 
leaking the fragrant nectars of delight. 

The vision of sweet Astrid's vagina was burned into the worthy hero's brain, 
and nothing would banish it. The brave Viking's cock throbbed in his 
trousers, threatening to burst the seams with its powerful erection. 

"Surely I have been bewitched!" brave Gunnar shuddered. "My hands are 
shaking, and my cock is pulsating like a decapitated chicken! My loins feel 
like water, and my heart beats as though I was preparing for battle!" 

And then bold Gunnar heard one tiny sound coming from the fair Astrid's 
door. It was only one tiny whimper, almost inaudible, but in an instant 
valiant Gunnar was at the door. 

"Perhaps she is ill!" Gunnar thought. "I would be remiss in my duties to my 
king if I failed to make sure!" 

And so Gunnar pushed open the other door, the one leading to the chamber of 
the younger Princess Astrid, and the valiant warrior peered inside. 

"With mighty Thor as my witness!" the fearless Gunnar swore under his 
breath. 

Lovely young Astrid lay sprawled on her bed. Gunnar's rich gift glinted on 
her rising breasts, but other than that her perfect female body was entirely 
naked. Her thighs were spread, revealing her inflamed genitals, and as 
Gunnar marveled in amazement the young beauty took a clean white candle from 
the bedside table and addressed it to her leaking vagina. 

Gunnar stood entranced as the exquisite maiden slowly penetrated her slit 
with the candle, and then he heard the words she was whimpering to herself. 

"Fuck me, white candle!" she breathed. "Fuck me while I pretend that you are 
the strong cock of bold Gunnar of Iceland!" 

Gunnar's throat constricted when he heard these words, and his hand dropped 
immediately to his trouser buttons. 

The masturbating princess continued her whining monologue: "If only bold 
Gunnar would come and claim this prize for himself! He gave me a present of 
rich gold which I have never taken off out of love for him, and he looked at 
me as though he cared for me when he presented it to me, but now he ignores 
me, and my heart pines in secret with sadness! My little virgin slit craves 
the friction of his valiant cock-strokes, and I would give up my royal 
birth-right in a second if he would only come and fill my cunt with his 
brave manly cock!" 

Gunnar could scarcely believe what his ears had heard, and he unbuttoned his 
pants without even thinking of what he was doing. His trousers fell to the 
floor, and his cock sprang to attention as he watched the squirming girl. 

Astrid slipped the candle in and out of her tight twat, cringing with 
delight at every stroke. Her beautiful young ass squirmed on the bed, and 
her lovely pink nipples were taut with sexual arousal. 

"I shall imagine that valiant Gunnar has finally decided to come to me in my 
passion!" the babbling lady continued. "Even though he has shown that he 
prefers every other lady in Court over me, even the spiteful jealous Brynn, 
kinswoman of the treacherous Helgi, who everyone knows is Gunnar's enemy! 
Even though he has not once paid me the courtesy of even a formal little 
wooing, I shall still pretend that he has finally come to me, to placate my 
passions with his heroic cock!" 

This was finally too much for Gunnar, and he threw the door open and stepped 
into the room, his splendidly erect penis going before him like a proud 
lance. 

"Do not pine, sweet lady!" he pleaded. "You shall no longer be denied that 
which you desire so sincerely!" 

Tears of joy sprang from the beautiful girl's large blue eyes, and she held 
out her arms to her beloved. Gunnar went in to his lady's bed, leaving his 
shield in the hall and his sword leaning next to the half-open door. So 
great was his passion that he forgot completely the period which threatened 
him and his kinsman. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Beautiful little Princess Astrid could hardly believe her eyes. The warrior 
of her dreams stood before her, dressed in shining mail to the waist, naked 
below, and as erect as the mast of a dragon-ship! 

"Gunnar!" she breathed. 

The worthy Icelandic hero approached the bed as if bewitched, so splendid 
did young Astrid appear in his eyes. His ardent gaze swept her stunning body 
as he stood over her bed. 

"Gunnar, you have come at last!" the young princess sighed. 

Gunnar stared in rapture at her round young face, her long hair like yellow 
gold on the pillow. He gazed upon her fine proud breasts, rose-pink nipples 
taut with desire, between which were scattered the red gold links of his 
gift. His eyes swept down to her slender belly, the navel like a tiny 
rosebud, and on down to her lovely loins and the golden floss of her pussy 
hairs. 

Before the youthful beauty could protest, the brave Viking thrust his curly 
head between her thighs and saluted her noble nooky with his lips. 

"Gunnar!" the lady gasped. "Ooooh, Gunnar! Am I dreaming, or do I really 
feel your sweet mouth pressed against my sweet slit!" 

Gallant Gunnar finally found his tongue. "Oh, my precious lady! Never before 
in my life have I observed such female sexual beauty! I must honor your 
sweet snatch with my kiss, for I have never beheld one of such splendor!" 

And then Gunnar's tongue found the young lady's clitoris, and she gasped and 
moaned as the worthy warrior applied his skills to the oral stimulation of 
her pussy. 

"Ooooh, my lord! How you do lick and suck my clit! I can hardly stand the 
sensations you generate that way! Oooh, bold Gunnar, keep eating my little 
cunt!" 

Gunnar had no intention of stopping! He now employed also his manly hands, 
using his fingers to separate the lips of the girl's vagina, thus making her 
little clit even more available to his lips and tongue. 

Pretty little Astrid was squirming uncontrollably in her passion. Her loins 
were inflamed with lust, and she whimpered and sobbed as her worthy lover 
sucked her little clit into his mouth and frigged it with his tongue. 

"Aaaahhh! You are sucking my sex-button, lord Gunnar!" she whined. "And I 
can barely stand it! Never has my little clit been so inflamed with lust!" 

Valiant Gunnar then moved his tongue down to the lovely opening in the 
bottom of the maiden's belly. Spreading her dainty slit-lips with his tender 
fingers, Gunnar unsheathed his artful tongue upon the lady's vagina itself, 
and soon reduced her to a helpless state of sexual arousal. 

"Never before have I tasted a cunt so sweetly delicious!" the bold Viking 
marveled. "Nor have I licked one that was set in such a delightful young 
body!" 

Fearless Gunnar was as generous with his tongue as with his gold, and he 
lavished his lapping strokes on his beloved's pussy, for it delighted him 
greatly to make the sweet young lady squirm and sob with her pleasure. 

Stiffening his tongue, the bold Viking penetrated young Astrid's vaginal 
passage, and the young lass almost swooned with delight. Gunnar moved his 
tongue around inside her slit, stirring the princess into a frenzy of lust. 

"Ooooh, Gunnar, Gunnar, my secret lover! Your artful tongue fills my virgin 
slit with surges of passion! I just love the way it feels when you move your 
tongue around inside me like that!" 

Gunnar plied his strokes until the lady was panting swiftly, her limbs 
shivering with joy, until finally she twisted away from him. 

"Please stop now!" she gasped. "I still can't believe this is happening! 
Come here please and lie in my arms, bold Gunnar, so I may satisfy myself 
that it is really you!" 

Gallant Gunnar immediately stretched himself out next to his beloved and 
took her warm body in his arms. 

"It is truly I, sweet Astrid!" Gunnar asserted. "Give me your lips to seal 
it!" 

Noble Astrid stroked her lover's face with her fingertips, gazing into his 
blue eyes. "It is you, brave Gunnar! It really is!" And she pressed her lips 
passionately to his, and their tongues met and caressed. 

Feeling Gunnar's heroic erection pressing against her naked belly, Astrid 
could not restrain herself from handling it. She stroked it tentatively with 
her fingertips, and her brave lover shivered with pleasure. 

"May I play with your cock, sweet Gunnar?" the lady asked. 

"Do whatever pleases you, my lady, I beg of you!" gasped the warrior. "In 
all truth, I would deny you nothing if it were in my power to give you!" 

Then the lady put both of her soft dainty hands in the Viking's groin, and 
began massaging the great length of his splendid hard-on, until Gunnar was 
moaning with delight. 

"Your hands are so soft, my lady!" he sighed. "I can't begin to tell you how 
good my cock feels when you do that!" 

Astrid caressed his throbbing testicles as well as sliding the loose skin up 
and down the stiff shaft of his erection. She rubbed him swiftly, until 
Gunnar was whimpering with lust. 

"Brave Gunnar, I have dreamed of kissing your manly organ!" the tender lass 
confessed, "and now I mean to do it! Give me your leave to kiss and suck 
you, my lord!" 

"Gracious lady, you do not need to ask!" Gunnar assured her. "Please feel 
free to do whatever would make you happy!" 

And so the beautiful fifteen-year-old princess slid down the bed until she 
could attend to Gunnar's dick with her mouth. 

"Gunnar, before this moment I would never have believed that men's sex 
organs could grow this large!" she marveled. "And so big around! The knob on 
the end puts me in mind of an apple, my lover! How will you ever be able to 
penetrate my tight little virgin cunt with this huge battle-mace?" 

Beautiful Astrid began to smother Gunnar's cock with soft kisses, using her 
tongue as well as her lips. Up and down the broad span of his cock she 
lapped and kissed, until the brave warrior was squirming with pleasure, his 
hard organ twitching in her dainty hands. 

"Now I shall suck the mighty head!" she announced. Good as her word, the 
lady stretched open her jaws and took the bulging knob into her soft, wet 
mouth. The beautiful young princess worked her jaw muscles and sucked, and 
Gunnar groaned aloud as a great convulsion of pleasure surged through his 
groin. 

"By all the gods in heaven!" the Viking swore. "Your warm, sweet mouth must 
be the pleasantest place my cock has tarried in all my life!" he sighed. 
"Oh, do please keep sucking my penis like that, gentle Astrid!" 

The noble-born lass sucked heartily, and in addition used her soft, dainty 
hands to caress the shaft of his organ. She slid the skin up and down, 
sucking and jacking until bold Gunnar was squirming lasciviously in his 
pleasure. 

The tender young lady took his quivering ball-sack in her gentle hand and 
fondled his shivering nuts. Gunnar gasped and writhed, his passions aroused 
beyond control by the lady's attentions. 

"Oooooh, my lady, I can let you continue no longer, for I fear my manly 
flood will threaten to drown your tender breast!" 

So saying, the handsome Gunnar seized his lady by the hands and pulled her 
up again face to face with him. He encircled his body with his arms and 
caressed her round little ass. 

"Sweet Astrid!" he panted. "You have given me such pleasure, I now fear for 
our honor! I have only now remembered that I must guard the door against 
treacherous Helgi, and were I to stay longer in any case, I would be sore 
tempted to rob you of your precious maidenhead!" 

But the fair young lady would hear none of Gunnar's arguments, but only 
entwined her soft, shapely leg around his and snuggled warmly against his 
breast. 

"How can you speak of leaving me, brave Gunnar! And I was just beginning to 
think you must care a little bit for me! How cruel you are! I would never 
have granted you such favors as you have enjoyed had I known you but meant 
to tease and spurn me in the end!" 

And the young princess began crying so pitifully that Gunnar could only 
enfold her in his arms and caress her nude form with his gentle hands. 

"Please don't think badly of me, noble Astrid!" Gunnar begged. "In all 
truth, I do care greatly for you, and never had I the intent to trifle with 
your affections!" 

Hearing these dear words, the lady artfully contrived to squirm over on her 
back, pulling the brave warrior on top of her, and Gunnar started to speak 
again of his duty and their peril, but then he felt the sensitive tip of his 
penis rubbing against the soft warm slippery flesh of her loins, and Gunnar 
forgot all danger, remembering only the beautiful Astrid's vagina, which was 
now lying open beneath the very head of his cock. 

Both were so inflamed with lust there was no need for guiding hands to 
direct his erection into her slit. The two young lovers kissed and embraced, 
and as they squirmed voluptuously, Gunnar's heroic cock found its own way 
between the slick lips of Astrid's virgin vagina. 

"Aaaahhh! Oooh, Gunnar, my lord, I feel you making your way into my 
love-tunnel!" the lady whispered. "How my pussy swells and stretches from 
your bold advances!" 

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" he gallantly asked. "If I thought I was causing 
you even the slightest twinge of pain-" 

"Oh, no!" the girl hastily assured him. "No, I would never forgive you if 
you withdrew now! In fact, I want you to push it in farther!" 

Gunnar pressed gently forward with his giant dick, and soon encountered his 
lady's maidenhead. 

"Lady Astrid, I fear I have come upon your precious cherry!" he warned. 
"Farther than this I cannot on my honor go!" 

But beautiful Astrid had her own ideas. Raising her lovely legs and wrapping 
them around Gunnar's squirming ass, Astrid gave a mighty push with her hips, 
and in a second Gunnar's cock had penetrated her maidenhead and was pushing 
through the virgin folds of her deep tight vagina. 

"Oh! Gunnar! Yes! Fuck me!" the girl sobbed. 

When the bold Icelander felt the full length of his cock sliding up the 
inside of Astrid's twat, he forgot honor along with peril, and moaned out 
loud from the pleasure he felt. 

"Aaahhh, Astrid!" he sighed. "You have given me your cherry, and my cock 
throbs with joy! Never before has my penis been so well encunted! I swear, 
my love, now I shall never be able to leave your sweat joy-hole until I have 
loosed the torrents of my lust!" 

Delighted, Astrid moved her long, slim legs around in her pleasure, 
caressing Gunnar's muscular flanks with the soft insides of her white 
thighs. These caresses made his hips quiver with joy, and this quivering ran 
clear down his cock, so that Astrid's vagina was also thrilled. 

"Ooooh, fuck me, brave Viking!" Astrid pleaded. "Give me the strong strokes 
of your manly weapon! Fuck me, Gunnar!" 

But her pleadings were unnecessary, for Gunnar was powerless to do anything 
but what she asked. His cock was so delighted with Astrid's tight tunnel 
that it craved friction, and Gunnar began gently rocking his hips back and 
forth, moving his heroic penis in and out of his beloved's virgin vagina. 

"I cannot help but fuck you, my lady!" Gunnar panted. "Even were I so to 
choose, my body would not let me do otherwise! My cock craves your 
slit-friction so much I cannot deny it!" 

"I agree totally with your cock!" Astrid giggled. "And that goes double for 
my cunt!" 

Gentle Astrid's vagina was now experiencing sensations it had never known 
before, and the beautiful blonde princess was squirming and shuddering from 
the pleasure this caused. 

"Oooooh, my love, this feels so good!" Gunnar crooned. "Your tight little 
twat is the finest I have ever known, and no doubt the best in all the 
world!" 

Gunnar moved with sensual swiftness, his hips writhing between his lady's 
legs, his hard organ slipping in and out of her, making them both quiver 
with delight. The bold warrior was so lustful he was virtually out of 
control, and his body shuddered as the thrills of sexual joy surged through 
his splendid muscles. 

"Oooohh! Aaaahh! Mmmm! Uh! Uh! Uh!" the Viking warrior gasped in his 
passion. "Oh, my love, it feels so good I can't stand it! I couldn't lie 
still if I wanted to! I just have to keep my cock moving inside you!" 

"Oooohh, do it, do it! Keep it up! You fuck me so good, Gunnar! I knew I was 
right to wait for you! You must be the best fucker in the whole world, and 
I'm going to have my climax soon, because I can't help it, you're going to 
make me come!" 

Neither one of them could help it, they had both fucked themselves beyond 
the point of voluntary control. Gunnar's heroic body shuddered with waves of 
passion. His testicles were tightening with sexual tension, and his asshole 
quivered with delight. 

Gunnar didn't even try to hold it in, because the muscles refused to answer 
his command, so great was his passion for the beautiful princess whose cunt 
he was fucking. Wave after wave of passion swelled through his groin, and 
each was more excruciatingly pleasant than the last. Finally the waves 
stopped diminishing in between, and a solid wall of sexual delight throbbed 
through his groin, wringing his ejaculation from his quaking testicles. 

"Ooooohhh FUCK!!" he screamed. 

Gunnar's cock and balls exploded with pleasure. His throbbing cock opened 
wide and the jizm flowed out of his quivering piss-slit, making him cringe 
and groan, so strong was the delight he felt at his orgasm. 

"Fuck! Shit! Ohh, mighty Thor be my witness! What pleasure! My cock pours 
with come! Oh, Astrid, you have wrung from me the mightiest ejaculation of 
my life, and I feel about to die of the pleasure!" 

But noble Astrid was at that moment plunging into her own blissful orgasm. 
Washed with the hot flood of Gunnar's passion, her tight vagina convulsed 
with spasms of extreme pleasure, and the lovely little lady squirmed and 
jerked as her passion released itself in a shuddering orgasm of tremendous 
power. 

"OoooooOOOOH! OH! OH!" the girl sobbed. 

All the energy of Astrid's healthy young lust poured out in that fantastic 
climax. The girl gasped and writhed as her slender loins were racked by 
surge after surge of hot sexual thrills, and her pussy palpitated and 
overflowed with slick juices that dribbled down the writhing cheeks of her 
pretty little ass. 

"Ooooh, Gunnar, nobody could ever fuck me as well as you! Your cock causes 
me such pleasure, I fear I shall swoon from my delight!" 

The heroic couple squirmed and writhed together, welded at the loins with a 
bond of the most extreme sexual pleasure. But all things must end, and 
finally Gunnar's balls pumped themselves dry, and gentle Astrid felt her 
last convulsion ebbing away. 

Then the noble lovers collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted and purring 
with the golden afterglow of a perfect sexual experience. 

The next thing Gunnar knew, he was awakened by the sound of armor clanking 
in the corridor, and he opened his eyes to see several armed men, followed 
by Helgi, also armed, and King Brian, who held aloft a blazing torch. 

In an instant Gunnar leaped out of bed and snatched up his famous sword. 
Kicking open the door to Ingrid's room, Gunnar called to the startled Hakon. 

"Arm yourself, kinsman, for our enemies are upon us!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Having left his good shield out in the hall, Gunnar used his sword 
two-handed, and it roared through the air as he swung it over his head. The 
first man through the door had his helmet split for his trouble, and fell 
dead with his brains spilling on the floor. 

Then bold Hakon leaped from Ingrid's door, and his greeting to the intruders 
was no less manly than his kinsman's. Hakon swung his sword so hard he 
cleaved through the mail on the warrior who faced him, and that man fell 
dead. 

"Let us retreat around the corner," Helgi advised, "for they are trapped 
here, and we can devise some way of taking them without further loss of 
life!" 

King Brian accepted this council, for it grieved him to see his good men 
slain by the fearless Icelanders. 

"We must take advantage of this brief time!" bold Gunnar said. "Astrid and 
Ingrid, listen carefully-will you come with us, or will you remain here, 
because I intend that we should fight our way out of here or die trying, 
because King Brian will never let us keep our heads after this!" 

"I agree completely!" Hakon said. "But you ladies may choose to come, or to 
stay!" 

Both the princesses quickly agreed to join their lovers rather than stay 
behind without them. 

"Then be quick!" Gunnar advised. "Pack a few clothes, and all the jewels you 
can carry-all your small treasures! Hurry, now!" 

The ladies did as Gunnar said, and Gunnar and Hakon quickly dressed and 
fully armed themselves. 

Around the corner in the corridor, King Brian took counsel with his men. 

Brave Thorhall, King Brian's helmsman, wanted to attack them straight away, 
but the king was not sure this was a good idea. 

"If we do that, we are sure to lose many men!" Brian said, "for now they're 
armed, and they must know I will not let them escape alive after this 
insult!" 

"If they are the gentlemen they are supposed to be, they will let the ladies 
go!" Helgi said. "Then we can burn them out, and if the smoke doesn't 
deliver them to our hands, they will perish in the names!" 

Helgi peeked around the door. "Gunnar! Can you hear me?" 

"I can hear you!" 

"Let the king's daughters go, Gunnar! Surely you would not see them hurt for 
your sakes!" 

"Let the daughters answer for themselves!" Gunnar said. 

"Astrid! Ingrid! Can you hear me?" Helgi called. 

"We can hear you, Helgi! Go and eat shit!" 

"You can't mean that!" Helgi argued. "Gunnar must be forcing you to say 
that!" 

"Gunnar isn't forcing us to say anything!" the ladies answered. "We are 
telling you to go eat a plate of shit! And that goes for our father, too!" 

Helgi went back to King Brian and said, "I don't think the girls want to 
come out, sir!" 

But King Brian had heard, and he was furious. "What kind of daughters are 
these, that tell their father to go and eat shit? We will fire this wing of 
the house with them in it, then! Go and bring kindling and more torches!" 

Two of the king's men ran to do this, and Gunnar said, "Now is our chance, 
while they are short-handed! Are you ready to fight our way out, kinsman?" 

"I am ready, Gunnar!" brave Hakon answered. The ladies had collected their 
small baggage and were ready to follow their lovers. 

Gunnar and Hakon ran down the corridor, bursting upon their enemies 
unexpectedly. Bold Thorhall snatched up his sword and sprang up in front of 
Gunnar. 

"What a disloyal bastard you turned out to be!" Thorhal spat. "Is this any 
way to repay all the honor King Brian has shown you?" 

"Get out of my way!" Gunnar said. 

Thorhall swung his sword, and it split Gunnar's shield to the handle. But 
then Gunnar swung his own weapon, and the blow swept Thorhal's leg away at 
the hip. 

Thorhall fell dead, and another brave warrior took his place. But this man 
had no sooner raised his sword than fearless Hakon hacked at his neck, and 
he, too, lost his life there. 

In all, Hakon killed three and Gunnar seven, before they had gone to the end 
of the corridor. But when they were in the hall, and thirty more men were 
arming there, awakened by the noise. 

Earl Bodvark, one of King Brian's best men, looked in confusion at the sight 
of the king and his men retreating before the Icelanders. "Tell me what to 
do, my lord!" Bodvark asked. 

"Attack Hakon and Gunnar!" King Brian said. "They have done me many wrongs 
this night, copulating with my daughters, and then slaying many of my brave 
men! Richly will I reward the man who cuts these scoundrels down!" 

Earl Bodvark unsheathed his sword and ran to intercept the Icelanders, who 
were fighting their way to the door, closely followed by their ladies. 

Bodvark attacked Gunnar savagely, so that Gunnar's shield splintered from 
the blows. Swinging his sword two-handed, Gunnar parried all of Bodvark's 
strokes and then dealt him with his death blow. 

"I have robbed you of your shield, but you have taken my life in return!" 
Bodvark said, as he fell dead. 

King Brian was sorely vexed to see all his best liege-men being slaughtered 
by Gunnar and Hakon, and now he called out to his men. 

"Gunnar has lost his shield, and we must be able to take him now! Attack 
him, all of you!" 

Twenty or more men ran at the Icelanders then, and the princesses cringed in 
fear for their lovers, but Gunnar and Hakon stood back to back with the 
girls between, and hacked and stroked with their strong swords. 

Swinging his great sword over his head, Gunnar sent the heads of two men 
flying with a single stroke, and then leaped forward and killed another who 
was within reach. Bold Hakon slew one man by splitting his helmet, and then 
gave another his death-stroke by sending his sharp sword clean through the 
warrior's mail shirt. 

The Orkney warriors retreated, wailing about their losses, and King Brian 
gnashed his teeth in horror. "Am I to believe that two single Icelanders can 
hold off every stout warrior in my entire household? Why have I been paying 
out good gold to you louts who warm my mead-benches with your fat asses and 
now hang back when my enemies threaten to take my daughters from my house by 
force?" 

This speech pricked up the courage of the surviving Orkney warriors, and 
they rushed to make a last stand at the door, trying to prevent the escape 
of the Icelanders and their stolen brides. 

Bold Gunnar said, "I shall take the vanguard, my dear kinsman, and you guard 
our rear! I think we shall be in open air before too much longer!" 

With these words fearless Gunnar hurled himself at the crowd of warriors at 
the door, hewing right and left with his sword. He carried no shield, but 
his sword-strokes fell so fast that no man could break his guard, and before 
he stepped back again four men had gotten their death-strokes from him. 

"That was well-done, brave kinsman!" Hakon said. "But I cannot go back to 
Iceland with honor if I allow you to heap up all the glory here! Pray, guard 
our flank while I make a try for the door!" 

So Gunnar guarded their rear, and good Hakon ran forward at the pack of 
warriors, his sword flailing. Two men stepped up to meet him, but the first 
lost his head to Hakon's flying sword, and the second tried to raise his 
shield, but Hakon's flying split the shield and pierced the man's mail 
besides, biting into his heart and killing him instantly. Then Hakon leaned 
forward and swept off the leg of another man before falling back again. 

"Bravely fought, Hakon!" Gunnar said. "And I thank you for the rest! Now I 
think it's time for us to leave here!" 

With these words fearless Gunnar hurled himself at the crowd of warriors at 
the door, hewing right and left with his sword. He carried no shield, but 
his sword-strokes fell so fast that no man could break his guard, and before 
he stepped back again four men had gotten their death-strokes from him. 

"That was well-done, brave kinsman!" Hakon said. "But I cannot go back to 
Iceland with honor if I allow you to heap up all the glory here! Pray, guard 
our flank while I make a try for the door!" 

So Gunnar guarded their rear, and good Hakon ran forward at the pack of 
warriors, his sword flailing. Two men stepped up to meet him, but the first 
lost his head to Hakon's flying sword, and the second tried to raise his 
shield, but Hakon's blade split the shield and pierced the man's mail 
besides, biting into his heart and killing him instantly. Then Hakon leaned 
forward and swept off the leg of another man before falling back again. 

"Bravely fought, Hakon!" Gunnar said. "And I thank you for the rest! Now I 
think it is time for us to leave here!" 

With these words Gunnar leaped forward, and everyone in the hall could hear 
the roar as he swung his sword two-handed around his golden head. King 
Brian's warriors tried to ward off the blows, but such was Gunnar's strength 
that their shields splintered and their armor fell to pieces under his 
attack, and soon five more were dead and the way outside was theirs. 

Of all the men King Brian had had in the hall, only Helgi remained alive, 
and Helgi and Brian stood arm in arm looking in awe at the damage the two 
Icelanders had done to them. 

Gunnar stopped in the door after the others were safely out, and addressed 
King Brian. "I am sorry, good king, to have done all this to you, which I 
know to be damage beyond compensation. You deserved better of me, but who 
can predict what fate has in store for any man?" 

Gunnar always carried a carved hunting horn around his neck, and now he took 
it and blew it three times. This was the signal for his men to quickly hurry 
to their long-ship and prepare to sail. 

"Now I mean to quickly sail away from here, for I know you will raise a 
hundred men the second I turn my back, and I can't blame you, since we have 
robbed you of your lovely daughters and slain fully three dozen of your best 
men!" Gunnar told the king. 

"I should have listened to your warnings many weeks ago, loyal Helgi!" King 
Brian said. "I cannot yet fully believe all the grief these two Icelanders 
have caused me! Gunnar and Hakon, you must know that I will seek blood 
revenge for this, as well as the recovery of my daughters!" 

"You will learn to your peril that even fearless Icelanders should think 
twice before they so dishonor a king they have sworn to serve!" Helgi 
snarled. 

Gunnar sneered at the two men. "If the glorious deeds my kinsman and I have 
done here are ever to be avenged, it is not likely to be by two such as the 
likes of you! Helgi brags of bringing King Brian the vengeance he wants, but 
I have not seem him raise his sword here yet tonight, even though it was his 
treacherous conspiracy that started all this bloodshed! If you burn so for 
vengeance, take it now! You are two men there, and we are two here, one 
against one, even sides, perfectly fair! Let us each take a sword and fight 
it out, two against two! Do you want to settle it now?" 

But neither King Brian nor his kinsman Helgi wanted to fight Hakon or 
Gunnar. 

"We should kill them now," Hakon said, "while we have them in our power, for 
otherwise they are capable of doing us a lot of mischief in the future!" 

"No!" Gunnar said. "I do not think it stains my honor to fight for my life 
against the men of a king who swears he will not let me live if it is in his 
power to prevent it, but I would not want it known that I then slew that 
king when he would not defend himself!" 

So Gunnar and Hakon took Astrid and Ingrid down to their ship and sailed off 
for Iceland. King Brian sent out twenty dragon-ships with thirty men on each 
ship, and promised to fill with gold the ship that brought him Gunnar's 
head, but a storm blew up just then and they never found the Icelanders. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

The Icelanders were well out to sea when the storm hit. Gunnar ordered his 
men to strike the sail and lower the mast. A sea-anchor was dropped over the 
stern to keep the pointed dragon's-head prow pointed into the wind, and the 
brave party huddled in the belly of the ship and prepared to weather out the 
storm. 

"This is a good sign, kinsman!" Gunnar shouted over the rising wind. "Helgi 
and King Brian will never find us in this weather!" 

Then Gunnar took stout woolen and linen cloth from his chests and made a 
snug awning over the gunwales in the pointed bow. This chamber he closed off 
at the open end with a thick tapestry, and then he laid down a rug of soft 
bear-skins on the planking beneath them. Finally Gunnar took out a priceless 
piece of embroidered silk, and hung it up down the center to divide the 
space into two snug chambers for the bold Vikings and their stolen noble 
brides. 

Now it happened that Hakon was exhausted after his night of screwing and 
fighting, and after giving his beloved a tender kiss, the brave warrior 
turned on his side and soon slumbered. But in the other chamber, fearless 
Gunnar found himself in the manly condition, for his passion for the 
flawless Astrid was still quite new, and the flames burned high. Astrid 
herself was much excited by the extraordinary events of the last few hours, 
and not herself inclined toward sleep. 

Noble Astrid helped the dauntless warrior to strip himself of his gear, much 
stained with the blood of his enemies. When she got down to his trousers, 
she could not help but note the enormous bulge that grew up from between his 
legs. 

"My beloved Gunnar!" Astrid exclaimed. "I thought I saw you remove your 
sword and stow it out in your chest, but now I fear you have smuggled it to 
bed with you! Do you think me so much Brian's daughter that you come armed 
into the bed you have prepared for me?" 

"Lady, I pray you to investigate further!" Gunnar said. "The weapon you 
observe within my trousers is not the singing sword with which I slew fully 
two dozen of your father's stout retainers!" 

"Oh!" the lady giggled. "It is another weapon, then! Perhaps it is one of 
the enchanted weapons... " 

"That is a strange enchantment, and one I have not heard about from the 
sagas! I fear you must let me look at this wondrous weapon!" 

And the lady unfastened the buttons of Gunnar's trousers, and his fully 
armed cock leapt out into her hand. It was swollen to an enormous lust, and 
red knob pulsated with desire, and even as the amazed girl gazed upon it, a 
single droplet of clear liquid leaked from the twitching piss-slit. 

"Never have I seen a weapon so ready for battle!" Astrid sighed. "Am I 
permitted to touch it?" 

"You are encouraged to do so!" 

The lovely young princess stretched out her dainty hand and gave Gunnar's 
throbbing cock several soft caresses, until the warrior was squirming with 
pleasure and lust. 

Astrid too was becoming sexually inflamed, and she embraced her lover's 
neck, kissing him with passion, all the while tenderly jacking his 
pleasure-filled cock. 

"Strip me!" she whispered. "I want to be naked like you!" 

His strong hands trembling with desire, Gunnar removed the lady's fine 
clothing, exposing first her lovely proud young breasts. They heaved with 
passion, and Gunnar could not resist caressing them with his warm lips. 

Beautiful young Astrid squirmed with pleasure, and her lovely rose-colored 
nipples puckered and throbbed as Gunnar sucked and licked them. 

"I love the way it feels when you suck my tits!" the girl moaned. "It fills 
me with pleasure, and it makes me throb with desire down between my legs!" 

Gunnar continued undressing his young lover until she laid naked beside him, 
and he stroked her beautiful ass and flanks with his hands. 

"Your skin is so soft!" he said. 

His hand found its way between her legs, and Astrid giggled and opened her 
white shapely thighs for her lover's caresses. Gunnar found her slit already 
moist with pleasure fluids, and her little clit swelled joyfully under his 
tender touch. 

"I can hardly believe the softness of your little pussy!" Gunnar exclaimed, 
his fingers gently exploring the length of her pink crack. 

Astrid squirmed and gasped, thrills of delight shivering through her slender 
young body. Her passions grew higher, and she suggested to Gunnar that they 
do something she had seen Ingrid and Hakon discover during the nights she 
had spied on their fuckings. 

"I have heard it whispered, dear Gunnar, that a man and his lover may 
arrange themselves so that they may kiss, lick, and suck each other's sex 
organs!" 

"Such is my understanding," Gunnar agreed. "Would my lady like to try this 
sport?" 

"If it would not offend you, brave Gunnar!" 

"Nothing that increased my lady's pleasure could ever be offensive to me!" 
Gunnar assured her. 

And so they exchanged themselves for mutual oral sex. The beautiful blonde 
girl laid enticingly on her back with her lovely legs spread open to expose 
her moist pink slit. Gunnar got on top, straddling her pretty head with his 
knees, his handsome head bent between her thighs. 

Astrid guided Gunnar's cock to her mouth with her hands. She stuck out her 
pink tongue and caressed the knob until it was dripping with her warm 
saliva, and then she gave passionate open-mouthed kisses to the red tip, 
caressing his twitching piss-slit with her tongue. 

"Ooooh, my love!" Gunnar sobbed. "Never has my cock known such sensations!" 

Brimming with gratitude, Gunnar applied his tongue to his lady's quivering 
quim, first lapping her little clit until it swelled with passion, and the 
sweet young lady was squirming delightedly from the pleasure that thrilled 
through her lovely naked loins. 

"Oooooh, Gunnar, that feels so good!" she sighed. "Lick my clitoris, my 
lover! Lapping on my lust-button makes me feel so fine!" 

Now noble Astrid opened up her jaws and eagerly sucked the swollen head of 
her lover's cock into her soft warm mouth, caressing it all over with her 
lips and tongue. She sucked and licked, until Gunnar was gasping with joy, 
his cock twitching in her mouth. 

"Suck me, suck my cock!" Gunnar cried. "Suck my hard cock, sweet Astrid! By 
all the gods of Valhalla, what pleasure it gives me when you cock-suck me 
like this!" 

Gunnar started rolling his hips back and forth, moving his cock in and out 
of Astrid's mouth, so all she had to do was suck when he stroked in and lick 
when he stroked out. 

And great was the pleasure Gunnar got! His cock jerked with little 
convulsions of delight, and his testicles quivered with joy. 

"Now I must give you as much pleasure as you are giving me!" he promised. 

Using his strong but tender hands to hold open the lips of young Astrid's 
vagina, Gunnar licked her little clit until it was so passionate it stood up 
like a little nipple. Then he sucked it in between his lips and caressed it 
with his tongue, making the lady gasp and writhe from the intensity of the 
pleasure sensations it caused in her. 

"Aaaahhh, shit!" she giggled. "Ooooh, fuck! Oh, my love, that feels so good 
I can hardly stand it!" 

Now Princess Ingrid was lying sleepless on the other side of the curtain, 
and she had heard everything that had happened, and she was filled with a 
burning curiosity. Examining the hanging carefully, Ingrid discovered a 
small slit in the rich cloth, and after making sure that Hakon slumbered 
soundly at her side, Ingrid pressed her eye to the curtain and looked in 
upon the squirming lovers in the next chamber. 

"Oh!" she gasped. "Is that a cock, or has Gunnar brought the mast to bed 
with him?" 

She looked again, unable to believe the formidable length and girth of the 
cock whose swollen knob her sister so passionately sucked. 

While Ingrid watched, Astrid put her soft hands on Gunnar's long cock-shaft 
and gently jacked the loose skin while sucking the tip. Ingrid marveled to 
see that her little sister's dainty hands could barely span the girth of 
Gunnar's heroic erection! 

What must it feel like to have that cock inside your cunt? Astrid wondered 
to herself. As soon as the thought occurred to her, an itching began deep 
inside her vagina, an itching she already suspected her sleeping lover Hakon 
would never be able to satisfy. 

Astrid had now sucked up as much of Gunnar's cock as her small mouth would 
hold, and she was fervently caressing his cock-shaft and tightening 
testicles. Gunnar squirmed and moaned in appreciation. 

The brave Viking moved his conquering tongue down to his lady's pink, 
swelling slit, and he started licking her wet inner lips, until Astrid 
groaned and writhed, her loins aflame with lust. 

"Please lick out my cunt, my lord!" Astrid pleaded. "Oh, it feels so good 
when you lick my slit like that!" 

Once again using his hands to assist him, Gunnar separated the pink lips of 
Astrid's slit so his tongue could penetrate her throbbing vagina. Astrid 
squirmed and gasped, and her little slit overflowed with her slippery 
pleasure fluids. 

"Ooooh, yes, yes! Lick me out! Stick your tongue up inside me! Fuck me with 
your tongue!" the delighted girl whimpered. 

Now Ingrid, still intent upon her spying, said to herself, Not only does 
this man have a cock more heroic than any I have ever heard of, but his 
tongue-strokes match the valor of the sword-play of the heroes of the old 
sagas! In truth, never have I seen a woman whipped to the passion of my 
sister under this Viking's mouth! 

And even as Astrid had these thoughts, the itching in her cunt grew 
stronger, and she began rubbing her thighs together. 

Ingrid had not misjudged her sister's passion, for in truth Astrid was 
almost delirious with sexual delight, so competent was Gunnar's oral 
love-making. 

"Ohhh, Gunnar! You must come fuck me now!" Astrid blurted out in her lust. 
"I want it so bad! I need you to penetrate my quivering little vagina with 
your huge erect cock! Please fuck me, Gunnar!" 

Gallant Gunnar turned himself about again on the bear-skin bed, and took his 
beloved into his arms. Astrid surrendered eagerly to his embrace, seeking 
his mouth, opening her legs and entwining him in her sensuous squirming 
legs. 

"Oh, Gunnar, you make me so hot with passion!" Astrid sobbed, rolling onto 
her back and pulling her embraced lover over on top of her. 

"You make me want to have my little pussy stuffed full of your huge manly 
hard-on!" she sighed, guiding his splendid erection toward her swollen 
little slit-lips. 

"Penetrate my pussy! Yes, yes, stick your cock right in there! That's it! 
That's my hole! Now push inward!" 

Lovely passionate young Astrid encircled Gunnar's flanks with her legs and 
pulled his body closer, wanting more of his cock. Gunnar responded with a 
gentle thrust of his hips, and the swollen knob of his hard cock slipped 
inside Astrid's vagina. 

"Oooohhh!" the lady sighed. "Yes, yes, that's what I want! Oh, it feels so 
good to be stretched by your huge sex organ! Does it give you pleasure, my 
love?" 

"Do not ask!" Gunnar gasped. "My whole body thrills with joy! My throbbing 
cock surges with pleasure sensations, and even my anus is palpitating with 
delight!" 

Astrid was delighted to hear of her lover's pleasure, and she said to him, 
"Then penetrate farther, my love, and see if we don't feel even better!" 

Gunnar wiggled his ass again and another inch or two of his massive erection 
squirmed up into Astrid's tight wet twat, making them both quiver with 
passion. 

"Ooooh, my sweet beloved!" the young lady whimpered. "My little pussy, so 
recently virgin, throbs with pure delight as you slowly penetrate it with 
your manly erect penis!" 

Astrid squirmed with uncontrollable spasms of pleasure, and her loins surged 
with thrills of joy. Her breath came in whimpering gasps, and her heart 
galloped in her breast. She was being slowly fucked by her beloved, and she 
was ecstatic. 

On the other side of the curtain lovely Ingrid moaned in sympathy with her 
ecstatic sister. "Ooooh, fuck! What a way to get screwed!" Ingrid marveled. 
"What a splendid fucking my sister must be getting!" 

Ingrid put her white hand up her dress and touched herself between her legs, 
and a burning thrill ran through her as she made contact with her aroused 
sex organs. The beautiful dark-haired princess frigged her little clit and 
watched Gunnar and her sister fuck themselves into a state of bliss. 

"Penetrate me to the bottom now!" Astrid sobbed. "Give me all your hard cock 
I can take! Fuck me to the bottom, Gunnar!" 

Gunnar let his body fall forward, and his heroic erection was pushed up 
inside his lady until he could feel the knob of his cock pressing against 
the back of her tight wet vagina. They both shuddered with pleasure, 
embracing each other, squirming and caressing. 

"I believe I have found the bottom of your slit, my lady!" Gunnar announced. 
"I fear to press farther for fear of hurting my lady's tender twat!" 

"Oh, bold Gunnar, you are indeed filling up every inch of my cunt!" Astrid 
affirmed. "And I cannot find the words to tell you how much pleasure it 
gives me to be so well-fucked!" 

Gunnar then began a slow, grinding motion with his muscular flanks, stirring 
his erection around inside Astrid's pussy. This afforded great pleasure for 
both of them, and for a while they squirmed and ground their hips together, 
panting and sobbing with the delight they felt in their coupled sex organs. 

Now the Princess Ingrid was becoming very aroused from her secret 
observations, and she began to probe the depths of her slit with her supple 
finger, until she was rocking back and forth on her haunches, watching 
Gunnar fuck Astrid, and finger-fucking herself in time with their exertions. 

Astrid and Gunnar were both too aroused to continue slow-fucking, for both 
his cock and her cunt began to crave the stimulating friction of fast 
in-and-out stroking. 

Gunnar started rocking his hips back and forth, slowly beginning a stroking 
rhythm. He would withdraw his cock until only the pulsing red tip remained 
inside his beloved's cunt, and he would then leisurely penetrate again to 
the very bottom. It did not take too many of the strokes to have the 
beautiful young Astrid whipped into a frenzy of sexual arousal. 

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me in and out! Slide your big dick in and out of my 
cunt!" she encouraged him. "Oh, Gunnar, it feels so good to have your cock 
moving in and out of me like this!" 

"Aaaaah, my love, I, too, receive great benefit from the friction sensations 
my cock gleans from your tight slippery love-hole!" Gunnar responded. 

Gunnar gradually increased the speed of his strokes, and his young lover 
eagerly kept time with him, pushing her pussy up and down in time with his 
strokes, her lovely round ass rolling on the bear-skin rug. 

Lovely young Astrid's cunt throbbed with pleasure, and her long slender 
limbs convulsed with shudders of delight. Her pussy had little spasms of 
joy, and these contractions heightened the pleasure Gunnar's cock enjoyed 
from the tight friction. 

"I can scarcely believe the splendid fuck my sister is getting from bold 
Gunnar!" Ingrid moaned to herself on the other side of the cloth partition. 
She now had her finger buried deep in her vagina, and she began to feel the 
first pangs of envy toward Astrid for the splendid manliness of her lover 
Gunnar and his heroic cock. 

Gunnar and Astrid were now fucking at top speed, both approaching the peak 
of their mutual lust. Astrid had Gunnar's body encircled by her shapely 
legs, and her beautiful round ass squirmed and rolled in time with his 
furious cock-strokes. 

"Ooooh, my cunt, my cunt!" Astrid sobbed. "My cunt is bursting with 
pleasure! Every time your good cock strokes to the bottom of my pussy, my 
whole body shudders with thrills of joy!" 

"Ah, my sweet lover, you are so fair to look upon!" he told her. "When I 
look at the flawless beauty of your young face, it increases the pleasure I 
take from sliding my cock in and out of your tight pussy! When I look down 
and see your exquisite legs wrapped around my throbbing body, I almost swoon 
with pleasure!" 

"Oooh, Gunnar, even though I know I lack much experience, I can tell you 
must be one of the finest lovers in Scandinavia, for you are an expert not 
only with your cock, but with your tongue as well!" 

Watching and listening from the other side of the curtain, Ingrid silently 
agreed with her sister. She was by now quite smitten by Gunnar's prowess as 
a sex-master, and it was as if she had totally forgotten that slumbering 
Hakon was even alive! 

"How unfair it is that my baby sister gets the attentions of this boldest of 
champions!" Ingrid fretted to herself. "If Gunnar had come to court before 
Hakon, I have no doubt that he would have wooed me instead of Astrid!" 

Ingrid frigged her genitals with her fingers and stared fascinated while 
Gunnar stroked Astrid to ecstasy. 

"Gunnar! Oh, Gunnar, my love!" the pretty little lady sobbed. "Gunnar, you 
fuck me so good, I can't help but come very soon! Already I can feel my 
orgasm approaching, my lover!" 

This news added to Gunnar's sexual arousal, and he poured on his last ounce 
of speed, whipping his heroic cock in and out of the trembling girl's 
vagina. 

Faster and faster did Gunnar fuck, until lovely Astrid was screaming with 
delight. Wave after wave of intense sexual sensations swept through her 
belly, and after a while there was no space between the spasms, and her 
whole body convulsed as one huge shock of absolute sexual ecstasy surged 
through her. 

"Ooooh-oooohh-ooh! Oh! Aaaahh! Mmmm!" she moaned, squirming and writhing, 
her convulsing body completely out of control with pleasure. "Yes! Good! 
Fuck me! I'm coming! My cunt is coming around your cock!" And even as she 
spoke, Astrid's tight little vagina contracted with a great spasm of 
pleasure, and the sensation was so pleasing to Gunnar's cock that he felt 
his own orgasm fast approaching. 

"Ooooh, fuck! Astrid, I'm about to discharge my load into your sweet 
slippery cunt!" Gunnar gasped. 

"Oh, yes! Do it! Come in me!" Astrid sobbed. "It'll make me come even 
better!" 

Spasms of delight gripped Gunnar's balls, and his twitching testicles 
throbbed and pumped. His enormous cock started jerking out of control. 

"Aaaaaahhhh!" 

Twitching and pulsating, his cock burned with bliss, and started spewing 
semen into Astrid's vagina. Gunnar twitched and shivered as the creamy 
discharge poured from his twitching piss-slit. 

"Ooooohhhh!" 

Feeling Gunnar's manly flood gushing into her cunt made Astrid come harder 
than before, and the beautiful blond teenager embraced her lover with her 
shuddering arms and legs and sobbed with bliss as he pumped his pleasure 
into her trembling loins. 

Ingrid stared transfixed as the two lovers shared their orgasms, their 
beautiful young bodies welded together in the heat of the extreme sexual 
pleasure. Blissful sexual energies flowed between them as freely as the 
creamy semen flowed from bold Gunnar's triumphant cock. Ingrid gaped in awe 
as the climaxing couple squirmed and writhed out of control in the vortex of 
their lustful discharge. 

Groping blindly in the dark behind her back, Ingrid came upon a sheathed 
dagger that Hakon kept at all times by his side, even when sleeping. The 
handle of the weapon was made of walrus tusk, a hand's breadth in length, 
and worn all smooth. 

Rolling convulsively onto her back, Ingrid fucked herself with the knife 
handle, plunging the smooth bone deep into her throbbing vagina. 

Visions of Gunnar's hard cock swam into Ingrid's head as she masturbated 
herself with the ivory hilt, and she imagined that her sister's stalwart 
lover was ramming his heroic cock in and out of her wet twat. Ingrid 
pretended that bold Gunnar's manly weapon was ravishing her tight slit, and 
as she visualized his heroic erection she could also hear his poetic wooing, 
imagining that Gunnar was whispering sexual compliments to her as he 
vigorously fucked her throbbing pussy. 

"I swear by all the gods of our people, I must have valiant Gunnar's cock 
inside my fuck-hole!" Ingrid raved to herself. "I shall not be satisfied 
until Gunnar has fucked my flowing vagina with his wondrous erection! I 
shall know no peace until Gunnar has spewed his noble ejaculation into the 
deep tunnel of my sexuality!" 

And so swearing to herself, the beautiful princess Ingrid masturbated 
herself to a shuddering climax. Squirming and jerking in the throes of 
orgasm, Ingrid concentrated her mind on pictures of Gunnar's hard-stroking 
penis. Her hands convulsed with pleasure, and the smooth knife handle jerked 
spasmodically inside the young girl's cunt, and she whimpered and sobbed as 
endless thrills of sexual delight surged through her lovely body. 

Meanwhile, Gunnar and Astrid fucked themselves to the end of their blissful 
orgasm, and as the final spasms faded gently away, the happy couple 
collapsed into each others' arms, and drifted off to sleep, rocked by the 
waves that swayed the creaking ship. 

But Ingrid lay awake brooding long after the throes of her orgasm had 
passed. Her mind was inflamed with the vision of Gunnar as her heroic lover, 
and she soon convinced herself she could not live without her sister's 
lover. 

Ingrid lay awake concocting arguments why she could honorably seduce 
Astrid's beloved. "If Gunnar had come to court before Hakon, he would 
naturally have wooed the older daughter," Ingrid reasoned. "It was only an 
accident that Hakon came first! Everyone knows that the eldest child is to 
take precedence in all things, and it is obvious that Gunnar is a superior 
man to Hakon, so it is my birthright as the first-born to claim Gunnar's 
affections! Besides, Astrid is so young and inexperienced, she'll never be 
able to hold Gunnar's attention for very long!" 

In this way the impassioned Ingrid reasoned with herself all night long, 
until at last the sun came up and the sea calmed and they had a peaceful 
voyage for the rest of the way to Iceland. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Gunnar sailed to Vidafjord, and sent a messenger to their kinsman Grim that 
they had returned to Iceland. Grim was a powerful chieftain in the area, and 
he was married to Katya, who was Hakon and Gunnar's aunt. He lived at 
Grimsted, a few miles from Vidafjord, and when he heard Gunnar and Hakon had 
landed, he had his horse saddled and went in person to meet them. 

"Welcome back to Iceland, dear kinsmen!" Grim said. They all embraced, and 
then Grim continued: "You must unload your boat and come with all your men 
and goods and stay at my house! You are welcome to stay as long as you want, 
and I shall hold many great feasts in your honor, for you are both famous 
men, and all men of quality in Iceland will want to hear about your 
adventures!" 

Gunnar and Hakon thought this was a generous invitation that did their 
kinsman much honor, and they did not hesitate to follow him home with all 
their men and gear. Grim showed them to spacious apartments and had water 
heated for them and said he would ask after their adventures that evening at 
dinner. 

The returning Icelanders told their ladies and all their men to open the 
chests and put on their finest clothing. They took out their best ornaments 
and most costly jewels and adorned themselves all in a rich fashion, so that 
everyone remarked how splendid they looked when they entered Grim's hall. 

Grim had Hakon and Gunnar seated on either side of him on the high seat, and 
then Hakon and Gunnar gave Grim many fine presents. Hakon presented his 
kinsman with a cloak of Syrian silk, embroidered all over with gold threads. 
Gunnar gave Grim a bracelet of gold so heavy it was said a man could not 
wear it and lift a sword at the same time, and a splendid helmet bossed with 
red gold that had once been worn by King Thidrek of Verona. 

"In addition to these gifts," Gunnar then said, "my ship is loaded down with 
flour and dried fish and other provisions, and I want you to take all you 
think your household will need as long as we are your guests!" 

And then Gunnar brought out a gown of the finest Russian furs, all sewn 
together so that not a single seam was showing, so that it looked like a 
solid field of snowy ermine, flecked with black. This exquisite gift was 
presented to Grim's lady Katya, and everyone present said that no single 
garment of such value had ever been seen in Iceland before. 

Gunnar and Hakon gained much honor through these rich gifts, and many others 
besides which they gave to Grim and his household, including enough gold 
coins to enrich the pockets of all of Grim's men. 

Then at last Hakon and Gunnar brought Astrid and Ingrid forward and 
introduced them as their wives. The girls were such splendid beauties, and 
were so richly dressed, that all those there stood in awe at their 
perfection, and soon everyone was whispering, trying to imagine what kinds 
of marriage bargains Gunnar and Hakon must have made to secure such brides 
as these. 

"Bold Gunnar and brave Hakon, I can see you have returned to Iceland even 
richer and more covered with glory than you left!" Grim greeted his kinsmen. 
"You do my house much honor by staying with us, and I hope you and your 
glorious brides will enjoy yourselves while you are my guests. 

Then Grim ordered food to be brought, and ale to be poured, and the feast 
began. Gunnar and Hakon sat down on either side of Grim on his high seat, 
and Astrid and Ingrid made their way to the dais where the women sat. 

Now Grim's wife Katya was as proud as she was beautiful, and she was 
surprised when Gunnar and Hakon had not introduced their wives by relating 
who their fathers were and how the marriage contract was arranged. 

"No doubt Gunnar and Hakon think they can walk in here with two slave girls 
and dress them up in fine clothes, and we will kowtow to them just as if 
they were royalty!" Katya said to herself, watching the way Ingrid and 
Astrid approached with calm assurance. "Well, we shall see what kind of 
ladies these are that Grim's kinsmen have brought back with them!" 

The women on the dais were all arranged according to social rank, and Astrid 
and Ingrid walked to the front of the board, where Grim's wife Katya was 
sitting with her beautiful daughter Gretta, who was fourteen years old. 

"Where are we to sit?" Ingrid asked Katya. 

"There is plenty of room on the back end of the board," Katya said 
spitefully. "Gunnar and Hakon may be famous warriors and high-born kinsmen 
of my husband, but I have yet to hear who your father was, or how your 
marriage was arranged. My husband's kinsmen do you the honor of calling you 
'wife', but I am the one who decides the seating among the women here, and 
as far as I'm concerned you can sit down at the lower end of the bench, 
among the other women who exist to service the needs of well-born men!" 

When proud Ingrid heard this, her temper flared, and her dark eyes flashed 
as her words lashed out as Katya. 

"I see before me a woman who is the daughter of one Icelandic peasant, and 
the wife of another, and she asks me to name my father! Listen well to me, 
farmer's wife, for you may well learn with great sorrow who my father is, 
since he commands enough men to sail an army up your little fjord and burn 
your grubby little farm to the ground!" 

But Katya only laughed at Ingrid's outburst. 

Sensing that the whole hall had grown silent to watch them, Katya raised her 
voice until it reached every corner of the room. 

"You threaten me with a father you dare not name, and still edge around the 
subject of your marriage settlement! I suspect this is because your father 
was a nameless bastard like yourselves, and you do not care to reveal your 
marriage contract because Gunnar and Hakon bought you out of the gutter for 
a few silver coins!" 

When these words reached Ingrid's ears her wrath knew no bounds, and she 
screamed her reply at the haughty Katya. 

"If you want to know my father's name, I will tell you! He is King Brian of 
the Orkneys, son of King Harald, son of Earl Erik, who established the 
Orkney kingdom! And the reason you have not heard my bride-price is because 
none was ever paid! These two Icelandic adventurers who are your husband's 
kinsmen came to Orkney and took us from our father with no marriage 
settlement ever having been made, except that they left more than 
three-score of my father's brave men lying dead behind them when they 
abducted my sister Astrid and myself!" 

When the company heard these words there was a moment of shocked silence, 
and then everyone began talking at once. Grim demanded of Hakon and Gunnar 
to know if Ingrid's words were true, and the two brave warriors affirmed 
that they were speaking correctly. 

Then Grim commanded silence, and he ordered that a table be brought in and 
set up at the upper end of the women's table, so that Astrid and Ingrid 
might be seated without making any other woman yield her chair to them. Then 
he asked Hakon and Gunnar to tell the full story of their adventures over in 
the Orkney Islands. 

So Gunnar and Hakon sat down and filled their ale-horns, and they started at 
the beginning and told the whole story, leaving out nothing of importance, 
and when they were finished everyone agreed it was one of the most splendid 
adventures they had ever heard. 

All the people turned and looked at Ingrid and Astrid, and all agreed the 
two girls had the beauty and bearing to be the daughters of a king. 

Then Grim once again commanded silence, and this is what he said. "My 
kinsmen Gunnar and Hakon have done glorious deeds that do all of our family 
great honor, and they have placed themselves in great peril! I have two 
farmsteads within a day's ride from here, and I intend to settle one of them 
on each. I shall provide everything they need to set up housekeeping, and 
among the three of us our households will retain as many men as we can 
afford! This way, if King Brian or his liegeman Helgi come here looking for 
our kinsmen, we can all join together and protect them!" 

Gunnar and Hakon agreed this was a generous offer, and it would do them 
honor to accept. And so the matter was settled. 

Gunnar was moved into a farm called Sandheath, and he settled his men on 
small holdings in the neighborhood. Astrid took over the management of the 
household, and she was frugal with Gunnar's substance, but generous to his 
guests, and soon she had a reputation for being a splendid housekeeper, and 
a fitting wife to such a valiant warrior. 

Hakon took possession of a farm called Mork, and moved in with Ingrid and 
twenty men provided by Grim. Hakon turned the management of the household 
over to Ingrid, but she was profligate with his supplies and did not get 
along well with the others, since she considered them all to be beneath her. 

As the weeks passed Ingrid grew ever more spiteful in her attitude. She 
suffered from lusts her husband Hakon could not satisfy, and in the end 
these passions were the destruction of them all. 

CHAPTER TEN 

When Ingrid and Hakon had been secret lovers at her father's hall in Orkney, 
they had been very passionate, and had often fucked several times each 
night. But after they went to Iceland settled at Mork, Ingrid's passions for 
Hakon decreased until she would barely suffer him to enter her chamber. 

"Why did I ever allow you to seduce me and carry me away from my father's 
splendid court?" she wailed. "What am I to do with myself out here on this 
lonely farm?" 

"You might occupy yourself with settling the household accounts and 
directing the activities of the servants," Hakon suggested. 

"I was not raised to keep track of petty-cash and quibble with red-necked 
country girls on some backwater farm!" Ingrid raged. "At my father's court I 
spent my days in leisure, listening to fine poetry and music, and conversing 
politely with well-born and refined people! If you wanted someone to 
supervise your scullery, surely you did not have to steal the daughter of a 
king!" 

Hakon thought perhaps Ingrid missed all the excitement of her father's hall, 
so he decided to hold a huge feast as an entertainment for her. 

His feast was to last for three days, and hundreds of people attended from 
all over the district. Hakon had the barns and outbuildings cleaned out and 
hung with tapestries for the guests to sleep, and when they were all seated 
in the hall, there was barely enough room left for the serving people to 
carry in the huge platters of meat, steaming loaves of bread, gigantic 
cheeses, and all other kinds of good foods, along with many foaming pitchers 
of the best available meat and ale. 

Hakon shared his high-seat with his famous kinsman Gunnar, and for the 
entire three days the guests kept prevailing upon their hosts to repeat the 
tales of their adventures, especially the story of their battle and escape 
from King Brian of the Orkneys. 

Astrid and Ingrid embraced each other warmly, as sisters should, but Astrid 
could sense that Ingrid was troubled. However, Ingrid refused to discuss 
this with her younger sister. How could Ingrid tell Astrid she was pining 
with lust for Astrid's husband Gunnar? 

Ingrid scarcely took her eyes off Gunnar as he sat on the high-seat drinking 
and repeating the tales of their adventures. He wore his finest clothes in 
honor of Hakon's feast, yet even through the silk and woolens Ingrid could 
imagine the splendid power of his heroic hard-on. 

On the first night of the feast many of those present, including the host 
Hakon, drank far too much in their excitement, and several, Hakon among 
them, had to be carried off to bed. Gunnar helped to carry his kinsman up to 
the sleeping chambers, and Ingrid trailed along behind. When the men had 
laid Hakon on his bed, Ingrid lingered beside the door to her chamber and 
then caught Gunnar's sleeve as he walked by. 

"Pray, tarry with me yet a moment, kinsman!" Ingrid said. 

Gunnar, thinking she had a manner of some import to discuss, followed her 
into her chamber, leaving the door standing full open behind them. 

It was, in fact, Ingrid's intention to seduce her brother-in-law, and she 
fell about it in a most direct manner, having herself had several horns of 
strong drink. 

"Kinsman Gunnar, I have always wondered something!" she began. 

"And what is that, my lady?" Gunnar asked. 

Ingrid slipped across the room and quietly closed the door. "Gunnar, I must 
talk to you about a matter of great delicacy." She sat down upon the edge of 
the bed and indicated by a pat of her hand that Gunnar should sit beside 
her, which he did. "Gunnar, I know you would do anything for Hakon's honor. 
Is this not so?" 

Gunnar agreed this was the truth. 

"Then you must fuck me, Gunnar!" Saying this, Ingrid stretched out on the 
bed, lifting her lovely silk gown to the tops of her white thighs. "If you 
love Hakon and desire his honor, then you must fuck me now, and often, until 
you have fathered a child on me, for Hakon is no longer able to raise his 
manly weapon, and now he secretly worries about the shame it will cause him 
as my continued childlessness makes his impotence known throughout the 
district!" 

As might be expected, this cunning lie of Ingrid's confounded Gunnar so much 
he could hardly speak. "But-but Ingrid! Forgive me for what I am about to 
reveal, but I know this cannot be the truth, for with my own eyes I saw 
Hakon give you as good a fucking as any man could make, right in your 
father's hall!" 

Ingrid sighed and shifted her legs, giving Gunnar a glimpse of the treats 
between her legs. "In Orkney, yes, Hakon was quite a man! But things are 
different since we came to Iceland!" Ingrid sighed and her dress slipped 
higher, revealing her dark curly soft pussy hairs and the pink crack that 
nestled in their center. 

"To be frank with you, Gunnar, I think Hakon has become jealous of all the 
glory you reaped in the battle at my father's hall. He has come to feel his 
inferiority to you, and it has robbed him of his ability to get an 
erection!" 

Now Ingrid began to squirm passionately, for Gunnar was so close she could 
reach out and touch him with her hand. As she writhed, she opened the 
fastenings of the dress she wore, and it fell away, exposing the full naked 
beauty of her superb young body. 

"So please fuck me, Gunnar, for Hakon's honor! Father a child on me, and all 
will think it his, and so his honor will be saved!" 

With these words Gunnar rose to his feet. Ingrid reached out to him but he 
evaded her hand and stepped quickly to the door. 

"My lady, I hope for all our sakes what you tell me is not true! If it is, 
then I pray that Hakon will soon come to me for my advice, and then perhaps 
we can all find some solution to this problem!" 

And with that he opened the door and left, slamming it behind him. Now 
Ingrid was sorely vexed, and she buried her head in her pillow and sobbed. 
After awhile she got up and put on a robe and went out of the room, a 
terrible look of reckless lust in her eyes. 

One of Hakon's neighbors who had attended the feast was a man named Egil, 
who lived nearby with his two brother Glum and Olaf. All three were coarse 
men of evil temperament, the sons of a man named Rolf who had come to 
Iceland after the king of Norway made him an outlaw for making feuds against 
his neighbors. 

She dropped the robe she had worn, and stood naked amongst them, her white 
body gleaming in the light of a flickering candle. The men gaped, and 
finally Egil said, "By the gods! It is not every night one is offered the 
body of a king's daughter! Come here, my beauty, and I'll show you some cock 
strokes you aren't likely to soon forget!" 

The other brothers cheered, and Ingrid laid down among them, and soon all of 
them were stroking and feeling her beautiful young body. 

Now they were not alone in this room. An honest farmer named Bjorn was also 
sheltered there, and now he jumped up and began to protest. 

"Egil Rolfson, what do you think you're doinIt must be obvious that Hakon's 
wife is out of her mind! No well-born lady would behave as she is doing now 
unless she was deranged. Upon your honor, you must go and take her to her 
husband, and explain to him the signs of her sickness you have seen here 
tonight!" 

"Oh, kiss my ass, you old fart!" Egil drawled, to the delight of Ingrid. "Go 
and suck a sack of shit! If this lady has the good sense to offer a 
gang-bang to us, it's only because our fame has spread so wide! Go back to 
sleep and mind your own business, if you know what's good for you!" 

These words did not pacify Bjorn, but left him shaking with rage. "Very 
well! If you do not choose to behave like honorable men, then you leave me 
no choice! I cannot sit and watch you commit this horrible dishonor against 
the man who is our host! I will go and tell him myself!" And Bjorn started 
pulling his trousers on. 

But Olaf Rolfson jumped up and grabbed his sword and shield. "If you move 
for that door, you had better be armed!" he warned. 

"So it must be then," Bjorn said, taking up also his shield and blade. "You 
are much younger and stronger than I, and even should I defeat you I have no 
doubt your brothers would not let me leave here alive! But it is better I 
should die here with honor than to cower craven in the corner while you 
besmirch the name of the man who is our host!" 

So saying, Bjorn moved toward the door. Olaf swung a blow, but Bjorn parried 
it with his shield and swung his own sword. Olaf turned that blow, and then 
dealt Bjorn his death-stroke. 

"Now you have killed me!" Bjorn cried. "Take your last pleasure while you 
can, for I can see that your lives can now be measured in hours!" And with 
that the brave man fell dead, and the Rolfsons proceeded to take great 
sexual sport with Ingrid, which she dearly loved. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Hakon awakened early the next morning, and so strong was his Viking 
constitution that he felt no discomfort from the tremendous amount he had 
drunk the night before. He arose full of good spirits, enjoying his feast, 
and immediately set out to renew the festivities. 

He tapped lightly upon his wife's door, but receiving no response he assumed 
she was still asleep, so he turned out Astrid and Gunnar, who were awake and 
ready to resume the celebrations. 

They all went down into the hall, where other guests were already stirring. 
Hakon called for his servants and told them to prepare a huge breakfast, and 
when the meat was sizzling he summoned his overseer, the bold Kol. 

"Kol, here is what I want you to do! Breakfast is fast cooking, and another 
splendid day of revelry lies before us! Go around to all my guests and 
awaken them, so we may start another round of partying!" 

So Kol went out to rouse the company, while Hakon saw to it that there were 
ice-cold pitchers of small-beer to quench the guests' morning thirst. 

Kol went around to all the buildings and knocked loudly, saying, "Breakfast 
now sizzles over the fire, and cold small-beer is waiting! Rouse up now and 
put on your fine clothing, for my master bids you come to the hall and 
continue the feasting!" 

The guests arose in good cheer, and soon they were streaming into the hall, 
laughing and shouting, looking forward to a good breakfast and another day 
of festive feasting. The last door Kol came to was that of the building in 
which were the Rolfsons and Ingrid. He knocked loud at the door, but none 
answered. 

"Wake up, worthy guests!" he shouted. "Good food is piping hot in my 
master's kitchens, and he bids you come greet another day of celebrations 
with him! Do not worry if your heads are clouded from last night's ale 
horns, for there is ice-cold small-beer to bring you back into partying 
spirits!" 

But still there was no answer, so Kol pushed at the door. It yielded only a 
foot or less, and Kol peeked inside to see what was the obstruction. Against 
the door was the body of the farmer Bjorn, and Kol gasped and looked around. 

The three Rolfsons were shaking themselves out of their sleep, and Kol gaped 
in amazement as he saw Ingrid's sleeping body lying naked among them. Seeing 
instantly what had happened, Kol was seized with a fury, and he screamed at 
the three brothers. 

"You ungrateful bastards! You are invited to a splendid feast by my master, 
and this is how you betray him!" He leaped through the door and snatched up 
the fallen Bjorn's sword. "You cocksucking swine shall pay for this!" he 
cried. 

After Olaf had slain Bjorn the night before, he had come to bed with his 
sword still unsheathed, and it was lying beneath them, still naked and 
bloody. Egil now snatched up that blade, and being on the floor, he came in 
under Kol's guard and dealt him a fatal blow in the belly. Kol dropped his 
sword and backed out the door. 

Holding the edges of his wound together, Kol set his jaw and walked 
unsteadily into the hall, where Hakon was sitting with Gunnar on the 
high-seat, eating his morning meal. 

"Hello, loyal Kol!" Hakon greeted him. "Have you aroused all of my guests?" 

"Indeed, none have been overlooked!" Kol declared. "And some were summoned 
who should have been left sleeping, for I have received my death-stroke from 
it!" 

And with these words Kol opened his slashed shirt and showed his gaping 
belly wound to Hakon, who started up in amazement and rage. 

"Who has done this to you?" Hakon demanded. "And for what reason?" 

"My killer was your neighbor Egil Rolfson," Kol related. "And he struck at 
me because I expressed anger that he and his brothers had spent the night 
gang-banging your faithless wife, the cursed Ingrid Briansdottir! May she 
burn in Hell for the horror she has released upon this house and this 
feast!" 

With these words Kol fell dead below the high-seat, and everyone was 
astonished at this turn of events. Hakon ran upstairs himself to see if 
Ingrid was in her bed, and finding her chamber absent, he strapped on his 
arms and shouted for his kinsmen and his neighbors to arm themselves and 
join him in avenging this terrible insult. 

When all were armed Gunnar and Hakon led them out to the house where the 
Rolfsons were. Having now had time to arm themselves, the brutal brothers 
were now fully armed and outside the door, waiting to be attacked. 

Bold Hakon was beside himself with rage. "You shit-eating sons of 
cock-sucking whores!" he raged. "Is this the way you return the honor I have 
shown you by inviting you to my feast and being your host? I demand that you 
surrender yourselves to me at once!" But Egil Rolfson answered, "If you 
can't control your cock-crazy wife, don't blame me and my brothers! You have 
such a reputation for being a generous host, that we thought Ingrid's offer 
was just another example of your hospitality!" 

These impudent words did not serve to sooth Hakon's temper, and he would 
have attacked them right then, but Gunnar wanted to try once more to achieve 
a settlement. 

"Listen to me, Rolfsons!" Gunnar said. "If we have to attack you here, many 
will die, for you are all valiant warriors, and indeed your own lives cannot 
but be forfeit in the end, for there are many here against your three!" 

"I can count as well as you, Gunnar!" Egil said. "What kind of settlement do 
you offer?" 

Gunnar and Hakon's uncle Grim was also present at this feast, so the three 
of them went aside to discuss terms. 

"Hakon, you must realize Ingrid was in some part to blame for this!" Gunnar 
said. Then he quickly told his kinsman the story of how Ingrid had attempted 
to seduce him the night before, and this did not serve to mitigate Hakon's 
temper. 

Gunnar and Grim discussed a settlement while Hakon walked back and forth 
brandishing his sword. It was clear that he preferred to fight it out. 

Finally Gunnar went back and said, "Egil, here is what we are prepared to 
settle for. You must pay two hundred ounces of silver for slaying Hakon's 
overseer Kol. And for copulating with Hakon's wife, you must pay a hundred 
ounces apiece, and if you do not, then you are to be outlaws, and your lives 
and property are to be forfeit to Hakon!" 

When Egil Rolfson heard this, he laughed, swore, and spat on the ground. "It 
is bad enough that you expect me to pay compensation for Kol, since he 
attacked us first! But it is unthinkable that we should have to pay for the 
services of a slut who offered her cunt to us and begged us to fuck it! If 
Hakon means to set himself up as a pimp that is his business, but as is 
usual with arrogant men, he has set his sights too high! I declare, I could 
have all the whores in Iceland and not pay a hundred ounces!" 

These remarks infuriated all the people of Hakon and Gunnar's household. 
Several of Hakon's men now stepped forward and asked permission to attack 
the Rolfsons. 

"Please do so, and be quick about it!" Hakon said. "I shall hang heavy 
chains of gold around the necks of the men who bring me these bastards' 
heads!" 

With this encouragement, six of Hakon's retainers unsheathed their swords 
and rushed up to attack the Rolfsons. 

One of the men attacked Olaf, the slayer of Bjorn. Olaf raised his shield 
and warded off the blow. Then he stepped up and swung his sword, and the man 
fell dead with a wound in the neck. 

Two men tried to take Glum Rolfson, who carried no shield but had a spear in 
one hand and a sword in the other. One of the men swung his sword, but Glum 
parried with his own blade, and then threw his spear. The spear went through 
the man's waist, and he fell dead. 

The other man came at Glum and thought he would have an easy time of it 
since Glum had no shield and only one weapon, but he did not count on the 
man's grim determination. Glum hefted his sword with two hands, and sliced 
through Hakon's man's shield, so that the point of his sword went through 
the man's ribs and gave him his death-stroke. 

"Well done, my brothers!" Egil laughed. "These snooty aristocrats think they 
have the Rolf-sons with their backs to the wall, but we shall see how long 
it takes them to subdue us!" 

Then three armed men ran at Egil Rolfson, intending to end forever his 
taunting boasts. Instead of a sword, Egil always carried an enormous 
battle-ax, and it was his boast that this ax had killed many men for whom he 
had not paid one penny of compensation. 

Egil did not wait for the men to come to him, but ran out to meet them, 
swinging his huge ax two-handed. The first man raised his shield to ward off 
the blow, but the ax split the shield in two, and the upper horn of the 
blade cleaved through the man's mail and bit into his heart. 

The second man carried a spear, and now he threw it at Egil, but Egil leaped 
high into the air and the spear passed beneath him. Then he rushed forward, 
his ax raised. The man parried with his sword and then aimed a stroke at 
Egil's leg, but Egil avoided that blow and followed it with his own. His 
ax-stroke severed the man's arm at the shoulder, and the man gasped and fell 
dead. 

The third man, a kinsman of the second, was now filled with the blood-lust, 
and he threw himself at Egil. It was this man who gave Egil his first wound, 
because his sword went over Egil's guard and cut him in the shoulder. But 
the eldest Rolfson continued to swing his great ax single-handed, and had 
soon given the man a death-blow in the chest. 

"This is not going well for us!" said Grim, looking at the dead men piled 
around the Rolfsons' feet. 

"I agree!" said Gunnar. "Clearly lesser men will never be able to finish 
these three off! Hakon, take up your arms, for we are going to go into 
battle for the honor of our kin!" 

Now when the company learned that Gunnar and Hakon were going to attack many 
of them pressed forward, for no small number of them wanted to be remembered 
for having gone into battle with these two famous heroes. 

Now Ingrid had been hiding inside the building, listening to all that went 
on, and now she showed herself in the door. People gasped at the sight of 
her, for she was still stark naked, and the curdling spew of many 
ejaculations ran down her chin and legs. 

So great now was Ingrid's hatred against Gunnar, Hakon and their kin that 
she went to great lengths to try to inflame their enemies against them. 

"Hear me, Rolfsons!" she cried. "If you win out against Hakon and his 
kinsmen, this is what I shall do for you! I shall let you take me back to my 
father Brian of the Orkneys, and I shall tell him that when you found out 
who I was, you took me from my abductors at great peril and carried me home 
to him! He will be so grateful, he will heap red gold in front of you, and 
give you broad lands to govern, and he will make you the highest among his 
retainers, and you shall spend the rest of your lives in great honor and 
glory in his court! And you, Egil Rolfson, will I take to husband, so that 
when my father dies, you shall rule the Orkneys with me as your queen!" 

When Egil and his brothers heard this, they were greatly inflamed and they 
resolved to fight to the death to try to get away from Hakon and his kin. 

Now Grim thought it was a terrible thing that these three low-born brothers 
should threaten the honor of his kin in this way, and forgetting all 
caution, he threw himself at the Rolfsons, swinging his great sword around 
his head. 

"You infamous bastards shall not live to profit from the offer the 
unfaithful Ingrid has just made you!" he thundered. Charging forward, he 
engaged Olaf Rolfson in battle. 

Grim swung his sword, but Olaf parried. Then Olaf aimed his own stroke, but 
Grim caught it on his shield. Then Grim swung again, and his stroke 
shattered Olaf's shield. 

"Now you will surely die for the dishonor you have showed my kinsmen!" Grim 
said. He pressed closer, thrusting the point of his blade at Olaf's 
unguarded chest. 

Olaf parried the first blow with his sword, and swung a counter-stroke. But 
Grim took that blow on his shield, and aimed another of his own. His sword 
whirled in a flat arc, and cleaved through Olaf's neck, sending his head 
flying into the dirt at his brothers' feet. 

All of Hakon's kin and friends cheered to see Olaf struck down, but Egil was 
enraged. He leaped forward with his broad ax and swung it with both hands, 
making the air whistle past the blade. Grim raised his shield but it was too 
late, and Egil's ax swung above it and dealt Grim a fatal blow in the upper 
chest. 

"Take that, slayer of my brother!" Egil panted. "I won't have to seek any 
compensation for that killing!" 

Grim staggered backward and fell into the arms of Hakon and Gunnar. "I have 
reduced them by a third, but it has cost me my life!" the seasoned warrior 
sighed. "The rest is up to you!" And with that Grim closed his eyes and 
died. 

Now Gunnar and Hakon were severely enraged by this slaying of their uncle, 
close kinsman to both their fathers, and they gripped their weapons firmly 
and stepped up to do battle with Egil and Glum, the surviving Rolfsons. 

"Look at this, my brother!" Egil laughed. "We have finally forced them to 
bring out their best! They thought we could be overcome by retainers and old 
relatives, but finally the heroic warriors themselves are ready to do 
battle!" 

Hakon and Gunnar refused to let themselves be taunted by these words, and 
they advanced slowly, their hearts smoldering with hatred. 

"I urge you not to yield an inch to them!" Ingrid coaxed. "I am sorry your 
brave brother has fallen, but that only means that you shall enjoy all the 
greater glory when you take me to Orkney and return me to my father! Not 
only will he richly compensate you for your fallen kinsman, but the rewards 
you two shall share will be all the greater for his absence!" 

These words were a great encouragement to Egil and Glum, and Ingrid went 
even further. 

"And you, Egil, who has known my charms here tonight! Wouldn't you like to 
spend the rest of your life sleeping with me, feeling the good sensations of 
your cock ejaculating inside my sweet, tight little cunt?!" 

Bold Hakon had born as many insults as his manhood could absorb, and now he 
was ready for battle to the death. He sprang forward, his sword swinging, 
and Glum sprang forward to meet him. 

Their first encounter made the hills ring with the sounds of battle. Hakon 
swung his sword, and Glum parried. Then Glum attacked and Hakon warded off 
the blow. Glum followed immediately with another stroke, but Hakon took that 
one on his shield and then aimed another of his own. 

Ingrid and Egil stood behind watching this battle, and Ingrid had this to 
say: "Hakon will fight like a madman now that I have offered myself to you! 
Why don't you go out and see if you can help your brother kill my husband?" 

Just then Hakon took a blow on his shield and then aimed a sword-stroke at 
Glum, and this is how Glum was wounded. Glum parried the blow as best he 
could, but the blade glanced off and cut him badly on the face, and soon 
blood was streaming down his eye. 

"A true blow!" Gunnar applauded. "Now that he is half-blinded, you will soon 
finish him off, Hakon!" 

"Even so, it will still take more than words to kill me!" Glum boasted. He 
swung a mighty blow, and his sword shattered Hakon's shield. Now Hakon 
fought with only his sword, and Glum had both sword and shield, even though 
he could see only out of one eye. 

Glum rushed forward while Hakon was still off balance, and his next stroke 
gave Hakon a wound on the leg. Hakon staggered but he did not fall, and he 
immediately swung his sword two-handed and made Glum retreat a step. 

Both men were now thoroughly enraged and they traded strokes with great 
heat, until the air was echoing with ringing steel. 

Swinging his sword with both hands Hakon aimed a low blow intended to sweep 
Glum's leg away, but Glum leaped into the air and the blow did not strike 
him. When Glum's feet came back to the ground he was already unleashing a 
great downward stroke of his sword, aimed for Hakon's neck. 

Having no shield, Hakon parried the blow with his sword, and his arms 
shivered in their sockets from the force of the blow. Then Hakon pulled back 
his sword and thrust forward with all his might. Glum caught the stroke on 
his shield, but so powerful was Hakon's stroke that the blade penetrated 
Glum's shield and gave him a bad wound in the chest. 

But Glum stayed on his feet, and he shook his shield so violently that 
Hakon's sword came out of his hand. Then Glum threw the shield away with 
Hakon's sword stuck through it and attacked the unarmed Hakon with his 
sword. 

"Now we shall see who is going to finish who off here!" Glum panted, 
pressing the hapless Hakon. 

Glum aimed a blow that was to have been Hakon's death-stroke, but at that 
moment Hakon stumbled over the body of his uncle Grim, and as he fell Glum's 
stroke whistled harmlessly past his ear. 

"That's bad luck!" Egil observed. "But now you have him on the ground, and 
he must surely die!" 

"This will be man's work, indeed!" Ingrid panted, leaning forward to watch 
her husband die. 

But Hakon's hand had fallen on the hilt of old Grim's sword, and while Glum 
was still off balance from the great blow he had swung, Hakon swung the 
sword upward in a sweeping arc and delivered a deadly blow to Glum's 
entrails. 

Glum gasped and turned toward his brother. "This has not turned out as well 
as I might have hoped!" he said. "It is up to you to avenge me now, 
brother!" And then he fell dead on his face. 

Hakon was still on his knees, and his back was to Egil. Before anyone else 
could move, Egil leaped forward bellowing with rage. He swung his mighty ax 
from behind Hakon's back, and struck off brave Hakon's head with a single 
blow. 

"Vengeance is yours, my brother!" Egil sang. "With both my brothers dead, my 
back is now bare, and it behooves my honor to take with me to my grave as 
many of these warriors as I can slay!" 

Hakon charged into the crowd swinging his ax like a berserker, and one man 
fell dead instantly from its brutal strokes. 

Then Gunnar's commanding voice rang out. "Everyone else stand back!" he 
warned. "This is now between Egil and me!" 

The others fell back and Egil and Gunnar faced each other. Egil held his 
great bloody ax, and Gunnar threw away his shield and grabbed up a spear, 
holding his sword in the other hand. 

"To think that so many men must die over the faithlessness of a stinking 
whore!" Egil said. "But my brothers and I could not ask for better deaths, 
doing battle with famous heroes! Be on your guard bold Gunnar, for I mean to 
kill you if I can, even knowing your kinsmen and neighbors shall surely slay 
me before the sun has set!" 

"He who talks does not fight!" Gunnar taunted. He pulled back his arm and 
let fly with the sharp spear, and his aim was true. But Egil leaped into the 
air and the spear passed under him, driving into the ground. 

Egil put his ax in his left hand and snatched up the spear. He took a good 
aim and sent the spear flying, but Gunnar leaped aside and caught the spear 
in flight. He at once hurled it back, and it caught Egil in the leg, dealing 
him a great wound. 

But Egil kept his feet, and now he charged at Gunnar, his powerful two-edged 
ax whirling around his head. He launched a mighty blow at Gunnar's neck, but 
Gunnar raised his sword and warded off the blow, and then aimed a stroke of 
his own. 

Egil parried that blow with his ax, and then swung a low blow directed at 
Gunnar's knees. But Gunnar jumped high and the blow passed beneath him, and 
he followed immediately with a stroke of his own. 

Egil parried the stroke with his ax-handle, but the blow was so powerful it 
swept him off his feet, and Gunnar's people cheered. But Ingrid had been 
watching all this with horror, and now her hatred of Gunnar exceeded all 
bounds. 

"May the trolls drag you down to the darkest corner of Hell!" the evil woman 
screamed at Gunnar. She grabbed up the sword of the slain Olaf and rushed 
forward, intending to strike a deadly blow at Gunnar's unguarded back. 

The people were shocked to see such warlike behavior from a woman, but 
Astrid knew her sister well enough to have been expecting something like 
this. Gunnar's blonde wife had already retrieved dead Hakon's sword, and now 
she ran out from the side and swung the blade at Ingrid. 

"Leave my husband be, you ungrateful slut!" bold Astrid cried. "My sister 
you may be, but your evil schemes and seductions have been the death of many 
good men, and I can stand to see no more of it!" 

Ingrid swerved off from her attack on Gunnar and now faced her sister, both 
of them raising the heavy swords. 

Turning her full wrath on her sister, the evil Ingrid snarled these words: 
"Fuck you, you stinking little cunt! If it hadn't been for you, brave Gunnar 
would have been my husband, and I would have married the most famous man in 
all the North! You think you have made yourself a great match, but neither 
of you shall enjoy it after today!" 

Then Ingrid hurled herself at Astrid, swinging Olaf's blade. But Astrid 
parried the blow, and swung one of her own. Ingrid tried to guard herself, 
but Astrid's blade glanced off hers and gave her a great gash in the 
shoulder. 

This wound only enraged Ingrid further, and now she swung her sword in dead 
earnest, doubling her strokes, but the brave Astrid stood her ground and 
parried every stroke, until the wounded Ingrid was almost exhausted. 

Then the cunning Ingrid tried another tack. Lowering her sword, she said, 
"Listen, Astrid, why should sisters be fighting each other? Let us both go 
and guard Egil's back while he finishes off Gunnar, and then we can both 
return to the Orkneys! Our father will welcome us with open arms, and we 
will be free from these brutal Icelanders and their endless fighting!" 

But these words hardly served to soften Astrid's heart. "You really are a 
faithless bitch, my sister!" Astrid said. "How should I enter into an 
agreement with you, when you have never yet kept faith with any pledge you 
have made? No, my sister, even though I have little love left for our 
father, I do not hate him badly enough to send you back to him!: Better you 
should die here by my hands than continue to besmirch the proud name we hold 
in common!" 

With these words the beautiful Astrid leaped forward, splendid in her fury. 
"Let your dead husband's blade now take the revenge he so richly deserves 
from you!" she cried. 

The valiant Astrid aimed a mighty blow, and before Ingrid could even raise 
her blade Hakon's sword in Astrid's hands gave her a fatal wound in the 
breast. 

Ingrid staggered back, her life-blood pouring from her heart. 

"You have done me to death just as you promised, sister!" the faithless 
woman sobbed. "I cannot blame you really, for many good men have gone to 
their graves because of me! But it grieves me to think of the honor you 
shall get from this deed!" And so saying, the famous beauty Princess Ingrid 
Briansdottir fell dead at her sister's feet. 

"I wish I could feel sorry for what I have done," Astrid said, "but many 
needless deaths have now been avenged by this death-blow I have just 
struck!" 

While all this was going on Egil had regained his feet, and seeing that 
everyone was watching Astrid and the dying Ingrid, Egil took advantage of 
the distraction by aiming a blow at Gunnar's back. But Gunnar caught the 
motion out of the tail of his eye, and he turned and warded off the ox-blow 
with his sword. 

Now the two powerful men fell to fighting again, and it was with the 
desperation born of certain death that Egil now delivered his blows. 

"I have seen both of my brothers die here today, and I have lost forever a 
chance to see my descendants sitting on the throne of the Orkney Islands!" 
Egil panted. 

"Your losses are no greater than mine!" Gunnar assured his enemy. "I have 
seen the deaths of my kinsman Hakon, one of the finest men in Iceland, and 
of my uncle Grim, a famous hero in his own right, as well as many of their 
loyal retainers! Nor were these bold kinsmen killed in glorious battle for 
gold and booty, but were slain on their own property by their invited 
guests, who had been made murderous by the wiles of a sluttish woman!" 

And so the two joined in battle again, and those present swore they had 
never seen such desperate fighting. 

Egil swung his mighty ax, and the blow seemed aimed for Gunnar's neck. But 
Gunnar raised his sword and warded off the stroke, and then launched one of 
his own. Egil leaped out of the way, and his ax whirled again, this time 
aimed at Gunnar's leg. 

Gunnar parried that blow too, and then tried to ram his sword-tip into 
Egil's chest. But Egil battered the sword away with his ax, and then swung 
for Gunnar's head. 

Gunnar leapt away, and then countered immediately with a stroke that dealt 
Egil another wound, when the blade went under Egil's ax and cut a long gash 
in his side. 

"I felt that stroke," Egil admitted. "But it is not the blow you hoped it 
would be, for I am still alive and fighting!" 

"I never thought you would die easily," Gunnar said, "for you are known to 
be a strong man who hates to yield!" 

Egil lowered his head and charged Gunnar, his ax swinging dangerously over 
his head. Gunnar gave ground and parried the blow, and then followed with a 
mighty stroke of his own. Egil only managed to escape this stroke by the 
breadth of a hair, and now he gave ground, keeping his ax up on guard. 

Now Gunnar went on the attack, and his sword-strokes fell so fast it looked 
like two men fighting as one. Egil parried as best he could, retreating 
until his back was up against the wall of the barn. 

Now Gunnar swung his sword around his head until the air was whistling with 
its whir, and then he delivered a stunning blow at Egil's midsection. Egil 
caught the stroke on his ax, but the blade of Gunnar's sword bit deeply into 
the handle, cutting it almost half in two. 

"Now that is a very bad sign!" Egil said. "For I have carried this ax for 
years and slain uncountable men with it, but never have I known it to 
receive such a blow as this one!" 

So saying, Egil grabbed his ax in both hands and swung it wide, meaning to 
deal Gunnar a blow he could not parry. But Gunnar held his ground, taking 
the blow on his sword. The force of the stroke shivered Gunnar's arms up to 
the shoulders, and the blade of his famous sword splintered into a thousand 
pieces, leaving him with the jeweled hilt in his hands. 

"That was a blow that served me well!" Egil said. "Perhaps I may win further 
honor yet before I die!" And Egil lunged at Gunnar, hoping to kill him 
quickly while he was unarmed. But Gunnar flung the handle of his sword into 
Egil's face, making him flinch for just a second. 

Gunnar leaped forward, catching the handle of Egil's ax in his hand. He 
pulled hard at the ax, and Egil pulled back, and then the broken handle came 
completely in two, and the broad ax-head fell useless to the ground. 

Gunnar closed quickly. Grabbing Egil by the shoulder and the groin, he 
picked the big man up over his head and threw him violently to the ground. 
Egil landed with a grunt, and Gunnar was instantly on top of him. 

But Egil wasn't finished yet. Reaching down into his boot, he produced a 
small, sharp dagger, and he thrust this weapon at Gunnar's neck. Gunnar 
avoided the blow, and caught the hand that held the knife. 

Egil smashed his free hand into Gunnar's face, making the blood flow from 
his nose. Kicking hard with his legs, Egil managed to roll over on top of 
Gunnar, and now Gunnar caught the knife-hand in both his powerful fists. 

"This contest is not settled yet!" Egil grunted. "My tiny sliver of cold 
steel may yet win fame for me here!" 

Now Gunnar gave all his attention to the knife. Egil used his free hand to 
batter and smash Gunnar's face, but the valiant Viking ignored these blows. 

Gunnar clamped one iron fist around Egil's wrist, and grasped near the elbow 
with the other. Then Gunnar exerted his enormous strength, and began bending 
the bones of Egil's lower arm. Egil gasped with pain and reached for 
Gunnar's eye, but Gunnar turned his head away and continued to exert 
tremendous pressure. Finally the people heard cracking noises like green 
sticks being broken, and Egil screamed and dropped the knife, his lower arm 
broken at right angles by Gunnar's enormous power. 

Then Gunnar gave a great twist, and slipped out from under Egil. Holding his 
shattered arm to his chest, Egil tried to crawl away, but Gunnar leaped on 
his back and locked Egil's neck in the crook of his arm. 

"I have fought the best battle I could!" Egil choked. "In all truth, Gunnar, 
you have done deeds here that will long be remembered! Better I should die 
at the hands of a hero than live in cowardice and find my death in bed!" 

"I have never killed with my bare hands before!" Gunnar panted. "But now 
that I feel your neck locked in my grasp, all I can remember is the sight of 
you striking off my kinsman Hakon's head when his back was turned to you!" 

And with these words Gunnar put his knee into Egil's back and pulled sharply 
back on his head, so that Egil's neck snapped with a sound like a 
spear-shaft breaking, and the strong warrior shivered violently and then 
died. 

After that the fighting was over with. Gunnar ordered all the dead laid out 
together, and raised a huge mound up over them. There was great mourning 
throughout all the district, for many men of note had died there, as well as 
Princess Ingrid. Gunnar would not allow her to be buried with the rest, but 
had her put under a small mound next to the dung-pile, and over the years 
people came to believe this evil woman had been a great witch, and some 
claimed that she got up and walked every year on the anniversary of the 
fatal feast. 

With Grim and Hakon both dead, Gunnar inherited all their property, and 
became the most important man in the district. Gunnar was then a very rich 
man, and after awhile he decided to make a settlement with King Brian of the 
Orkneys. So he sent a trusted kinsman to Brian with many chests of gold and 
other treasure, and had him tell the king all that had happened. 

King Brian accepted the gold and gave forgiveness to Gunnar and Astrid, and 
when their first son was born they sent him to the Orkneys to learn the 
craft of kingship. They had many other sons and daughters as well, and all 
the famous people of the district are now their descendants. 


THE END
