Hello. Hehehe. That's right. From a group of images, I always choose one to enhance with AI (although they don't always improve completely).
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Thordis enjoyed the morning sex with her husband. After Harald had returned from a month-long booty call and spent the whole night getting drunk with his comrades-in-arms, he was all hers this morning. The goddess Sol meant well with her sun chariot today. She appeared warm and radiant over the fjord. Thordis hair shimmered like gold in the sunlight streaming through the window.
The bed, covered with fur and linen, was still warm from the two bodies. But the sunlight awoke Thordis lust.
Harald Tryggvason was only too happy to mount his queen as she stretched her firm buttocks towards him. You couldn't tell that she had already given birth to two wonderful and strong sons. Her breasts and thighs were firm and shapely. The slight headache from the night before disappeared as he thrust his penis into the warm, moist pit of her womanhood...
"You are my queen, but under no circumstances will I allow the mother to drag my sons into battle with her.
Harald Tryggvason had feared that Thoris would not give in this time. After all, she was the strongest shield maiden he knew. Her skills with shield and sword were unparalleled.
"You may be the Earl, but you are first and foremost my husband. So don't you dare tell me what is dangerous for me and what is not."
Thordis was seething with anger. What was this man thinking? She was the best fighter in the kingdom, under her training the young women grew up to be shield maidens who could defeat any man with spear, axe or sword.
"Please, Thordis, it's not the followers of the Christian God that worry me. "Something is wrong on this green island. "It was as if we were being watched by many unseen eyes. "Only Odin knows if there aren't monsters or something else romping around in the dense grove.
"Don't worry, Harald, I know how to defend myself, that's my last word or sleep in the stable from now on".
Harald Tryggvason sighed and gave up. As usual, Thordis had won.
No one noticed the rat that had been curiously watching the fight.
The sword training on the beach turned into an especially intense form of training. Thordis enjoyed the feel of the dark-skinned fighter's tongue on her womanhood while Bjorn thrust his hard sword into her vagina.
This hot land in the south obviously had more to offer than treasures and monasteries.