Viking Fire

We were very fortunate for many decades in the remote village where I grew up because we had not got raided by the notorious southern Vikings that dominated the region at that time. We always lived in fear that one day that could change, and regrettably, sixteen summers after I was born, that dreaded day finally happened. We offered no resistance to our attackers because that would have been futile. They raped and plundered wantonly, and after they had sated their appetites, they left with their booty and selected prisoners. I was one of the prisoners.

Our uncomfortable return to their settlement took three days. Unlike most of the other prisoners, I remained unscathed during this ordeal. It was almost as if I got been singled out for less harsh treatment than the others. My presence also seemed to be a great source of excitement to our captors as they continually discussed me.

After arriving at our final destination, they separated me from the other prisoners and got placed in a cell alone. At nightfall, two captors collected me and took me to a large wooden structure. Upon entering, I realized that it was an eating area of sorts. In this large room, a U-shape of dining tables appeared. Hairy warriors seated all around, gorging on the chunks of meat. As I got led up the middle of the U-shape, a hush descended.

After reaching the centre of the main table, I observed a giant seated in the middle who was obviously the leader of this clan. He looked like a lion and was the embodiment of power. I had never seen a real lion, only pictures that had more artistic members of our village had drawn. I had also never seen red hair as bright as his, and it looked like his mane was on fire. He had icy blue eyes that radiated menace, and I could feel my knees shake as his gaze fixed on me.

“Mmmm,” he uttered in the lowest rumble I had ever heard. “Mmmm,” he emitted again before beckoning one of my two captors over to him. They conversed in a dialect unknown to me. After their conversation, my smiling captor returned to my side. As I looked back at the fire lion smiling broadly, his blue eyes were spinning in his head.

Next, I got taken to a bathing room, where I was stripped naked. Two other women then materialized, after which and I got the cleansing of my life. After thoroughly washing my long blond hair, the meagre facial hair I had proudly begun to cultivate got removed. I discerned that the red lion’s name was Ulf during this procedure.

After drying me off, my body got rubbed with scented oil that smelled like cedarwood. I was then dressed in a white knee-length garment and escorted to another room with the largest bed I had ever seen, covered with luxuriant animal fur that I did not recognize. I got instructed to lie on the bed before my captors left, bolting the door from the outside.

As I lay there, the thoughts of the previous few days raced through my mind. Would I ever see my home again? Why was I in this room? I thought about the druid from my village that preferred boys and had regularly used me as a woman. Was I here for Ulf’s sexual pleasure, or maybe he had a daughter to whom he’d gift me for her sexual pleasure?

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the bolt on the door slide open. When Ulf entered, my heart rate escalated because these warriors would cut one’s head off in the wink of an eye. Ulf then moved to the foot of the bed and fixedly stared at me.

“Mmm… Mmmm,” he rumbled.

He gestured that I should get off the bed and move next to him, which I did without hesitation. His cold eyes began to scan every part of me. He then indicated that I should remove the garment I was wearing. I did so without pause.

“Mmm… Mmmm,” he again roared as he feverishly began caressing my entire body. As his breathing became ever louder, it was almost as if he was snorting. I was now in no doubt that I would have to become the ‘woman’ to this giant. The druid had been a much smaller man and a very gentle lover, but I had an intuition that Ulf would have no concept of tenderness.

Ulf began to remove his clothing without taking his eyes off me. As he did so, it was as if the fiery mane was raging down his torso before he got down to his leather pants and boots. Both fur boots were then also removed and also tossed aside. Finally, he undid the cord of his trousers, which fell to the floor before being kicked away.

An erect white tusk protruded out of his hellfire of pubic hair as he stood looking at me. The tip of his horn glistened with moisture, which oozed down his horn. It looked like the blue veins on his knob were pulsating as his cock twitched. With lust sparkling in his eyes, he kept smearing his slime up and down the curved tusk. Ulf then lifted me and tossed me onto the bed on my back before his body moved over mine. I lay rigid with fear as he swamped my body. When his face closed in on my head, Ulf began to sniff me as his moist cock nestled along my torso. 

“Mmm… Mmmm,” he again rumbled, moving from ear to ear over my face. I could smell the animal fat on his beard from the meat he had gorged upon earlier.

Progressing down my body, he began sniffing my nipples from one to the other, continuously uttering his “Mmmm’s.” Then, he proceeded further down to my genitals as the sniffing and the “Mm’s” droned on. Later, shifting up my body again, his head stopped at my nipples. Ulf suctioned my left nipple into his greasy mouth before he commenced nibbling on my pink teat. As he bit, I wanted to push his head away. I knew full well, however, not do so. I was entirely at his mercy and would have to endure any torture he meted out. I was about to gasp when he released my tender nipple before moving to the other one.

As I howled, his growls became ever louder. Next, pushing my arms out on either side of me, his paws clamped onto my upper arms. As Ulf began swaying his body with excitement, I felt his slimy horn grinding against my stomach. With a sudden shift, his mouth encased my lips in a hairy embrace. When his tongue began demanding entry, I knew that I had to relent. His slippery slug plunged into my mouth as he compressed my head solidly in his hands. With my jaw overwhelmed by spit and hair, I was also becoming aware of his smelly body odour.

Roaring like a wild animal, Ulf suddenly lifted before placing his knees between my legs. As I lay spread-eagled before him, he tapped my crotch with his ivory horn.

After motioning me to hold my legs back for him, Ulf began to nudge at my man-pussy. His eyes became wild as his prodding intensified. In a single thrust, he sheathed his sword into my tight scabbard. When I gasped he fell forward clamping my outstretched arms. As I squirmed and flailed under him, he bellowed even louder, taking complete possession of me and countering my every move with his mass. He continued stabbing me manically while thundering his satisfaction.

Following that, he stopped, and after lifting his torso, observed me in wonder. As I whimpered and groaned, the look of lust in his eyes was eerie. Ulf again lowered himself onto me, cradling my torso in his arms. With his clammy mouth enclosing my lips once more, his hips renewed their pounding. Becoming more relaxed, I even felt myself becoming extremely stimulated.

Ulf snarled into my mouth as he continued his manic grinding before finally lifting his upper body and seeding my arse. As he boomed ecstatically, his head twitched triumphantly as the final squirts of spunk sprayed into me. Upon lifting to his knees, he grasped both my legs, maintaining his knob inside me. Every few seconds he again jabbed his cock into me as I grunted, and he snorted his approval.

After pulling his cock out of me, Ulf now inserted his enormous thumb and began stimulating my prostate. When he commenced tugging my cock my balls tightened. Ulf’s mouth then closed in on my knob, causing me to shoot the most gratifying load of my life.

His hairy mouth was dripping with cum as he again moved up my body and started kissing me. My release had been so mind-blowing that I now found myself actively reciprocating. After clamping my arms around his head, I happily responded to this fire Viking. When I eventually felt his cock stiffen again, I lifted my legs willingly, awaiting his next incursion. Ulf had claimed and tamed me completely.

As his horn entered me once more, his grunting and thumping began anew. I started sucking and biting on his massive tongue to rumbling murmurs of appreciation from him as I clamped my hole onto his knob. I even began thrusting my hips upward excitedly, encouraging my fiery warrior’s onslaught. As I lay cradled in his grasp there was no longer any fear, only total satisfaction as Ulf’s hum ensconced us in a warm and sensual glow. After lifting his body again, I was turned onto my stomach and pounded mercilessly for the next several minutes. Once more he elatedly roared as he unloaded into me.

We had one final session before we fell asleep that night. It was less frantic and also lasted much longer. There also seemed to be a lover’s intimacy, which had started to develop. After my initial anxiety, matters were looking more promising.

Afterward, I lay awake wondering what else lay ahead for me in my new environment as I listened to his heavy breathing.

Ulf did not visit me every night, and I knew he also had a wife and children. I, however, got allowed much freedom as my life improved over the following months. Fortunately, there seemed to be no animosity toward me, and I was well treated. I also became conversant in the local dialect and soon began to communicate comfortably. I also befriended one of the house servants with whom I bonded.

She was a fountain of knowledge and kept me appraised of all I needed to know and understand. One of her alarming predictions was that my longevity as Ulf’s lover would be short-lived. He liked variety, and on the frequent marauding escapades, his comrades would always be on the lookout for fresh young men to keep him satisfied. Once a boy like me had got used, we generally got passed down to the ranks of his subordinates.

I was lucky to have a longer lifespan with Ulf than most young male substitutes, and I lasted over seven hundred days. The inevitable, however, finally arrived. To my horror, I was passed on to Vigrid, as the maid had predicted.

Vigrid was a behemoth of a man and was renowned as the strongest and cruellest warrior in the kingdom. Vigrid was also legendary for his brutality in the bedroom.

Although the sides of Vigrid’s head were shaved bald, he, however, had was had a thick strip of hair across the top of his head and woven into a plait, which hung off the back of his head like a horse’s tail. Vigrid smelled like a dirty goat and was not renowned for his hygiene. There were also rumours that he never slept with his wife and preferred fucking slave boys like me.

Unsurprisingly, it was, therefore, with great trepidation that I found myself in his quarters when Ulf decided to dispose of me.

When Vigrid finally entered our den, my heart was palpitating. As I lay there in my nightdress, I watched him stomping toward me menacingly. After Vigrid leaped at me, he pinned me down and commenced kissing me. His beard smelled rancid as his huge lips started smearing all over my head. After several minutes, he lifted and began removing his heavy upper clothing. Once his hairy torso was naked, Vigrid once more lunged at me and enveloped me in his overbearing masculine odour.

I was powerless as the ogre shrouded me in his hum. In his excitement, Vigrid began sweating profusely as his large frame writhed on top of me. The eagerness of his actions only intensified his stench as his fat lips traversed my face. When his enormous hands forced my lips wide open, he cleared his throat and spat a massive blob of spit into my mouth. As I felt the globule swilling in my mouth, his fat tongue speared into my mouth and commenced stirring the disgusting mucous. Although I felt like gagging, I did not dare to do so.

My life after Ulf was becoming a stomach-turning nightmare, but I was at this pig’s mercy. When I believed that matters could not get worse, Vigrid took me to the next sickening level. After he once more lifted his head and again forced my mouth open with his icky hand, he lowered his head before closing his right nostril and blowing a deluge of snot from his left nostril into my mouth as I lay there traumatized. After changing hands and nostrils, the contents of his right nostril followed.

The cruelty in his eyes glowed with menace as he said, “Swallow, swallow bitch!” 

I obediently swallowed, very worried that if I showed disdain, a severe beating might follow.   

“Mmm, you belong to me now, body and soul. I have waited for this for a long time. But now, you are mine,” Vigrid exulted.   

Vigrid now arose and removed his boots and trousers. As I watched, when his genitals finally appeared, my eyes began spinning in my head. I had never seen or imagined that a cock could be so big. It looked like another forearm and fist was extending off the front of him.

As he observed the fear in my eyes, he laughingly said, “Now I am going to make your arse pay for the delay. Take off that fuckin’ nightdress.”

As I stood and pulled it off, inexplicably, I had a raging hard-on. I could not wait for the battering ram from this pig to annihilate my backside.

“Assume the doggy position bitch and bite on the pillow,” he hollered before adding, “This isn’t going to be pleasant.”

Much as I had hoped that some lubricant might get employed, the dry fist offered no such reprieve. No glob of spit came to my rescue as the dry dome of his uncut dick commenced bludgeoning my pucker. In one fell swoop, the orb thumped into my arse. With his manic icky hands clamped on my hips, Vigrid plunged into my backside. I saw stars as my anus got ripped asunder. I screamed as his abnormal dick slammed into me, followed by his bulky frame flattening me into submission. I cried as his thumping hips plundered into me. Inexplicably, the pain was exhilarating.

Vigrid’s hands drummed on my head as he pillaged my arse. Oddly, this was also painfully pleasurable, and even his potent odours were beginning to excite me. After what had formerly been through, subservience had become a way of life for me. It was my lot in life, and I would deal with it.

What happened next, however, alarmed me. As Vigrid was about to ejaculate, he turned my body and unloaded under my nostrils.

“Sniff … Sniff my jizz into your nostrils. All my potent Viking fluids will make you stronger.” Vigrid barked. I almost choked as his cum entered my nasal passages.

My relationship with Vigrid lasted for many years, and rough as he was, he took great care of me. Despite my frequent bruises, battering, and fluid infusions. Generally, our lovemaking despite his peculiar penchants was mostly affectionate and stimulating, albeit rough.

After both Ulf and Vigrid got killed in battle, I became an even more valued member of the community, who took care of the new young slaves who had got captured. Thankfully, my job had many perks.