A Vikings Tale
He's a xxxxxly man with an awesome sword.
He flashes the wenches, they scream 'Oh Lord'.
No need to run, they submit with ease.
As they slowly all drop to their knees.
One by one he checks their faces.
Till he lifts the one with eyes like razors.
Deep and cutting, cold like ice.
Wont she be the one that cops it twice.
He wants her first, she'll fight for her honor.
With a fist full of hair he drags her to cover.
Away from the carnage he removed his guard.
Only to get his face slapped real hard.
With bearly a flinch he looked into her eyes.
The wenches outburst took him by surprise.
He pulled back her hair with a tightened grip.
Licked her for taste and bit her hard on the lip.
The bitch bit him back, smarted like before.
So he threw her body to the floor.
As she struggled to get the hell away.
He relished the moment in his xxxxxly way.
He pinned her arms and bared his teeth,
And gave her hair another reaf.
This fiesty wench was hard to hold.
But it turned him on if the truth be told.
He held her down and roped a leg.
He tied it tightly, till 'mercy' she begged.
He slapped her face with the back of his hand.
Cold and brutish, but it made him feel grand.
No boys here, no guts, no blood, no glory!
Fuck you anyway, this is my viking story.
When the battle is fought, the spoils are collected.
Only then can he get his cock fully erected.
A long hard fight and a victory feast.
He's ready for a fuck now to say the least.
She's bound and unfed, bruised to the skin.
But her terrors just begun, the xxxxx walked in.
He fell beside her and grabbed her breast.
Squeezed it hard so she'd protest.
She glared back at him, she held her ground.
Careful not to utter a single sound.
He tightened his grip and bit the other.
Hard and rough to make her suffer.
He mauled them both like a savage untamed.
Biting and licking the blood as it came.
She tasted devine, her blood to his flavour.
Sweet and delicious, he paused to savour.
Her steely stare caught his eye once more.
So he picked his knife up off the floor.
He xxxxxx his other hand tween her thighs.
A look of horror came across her eyes.
He grabbed her cunt and gave it a squeeze.
Her legs came apart, he could do as he pleased.
A force of his hand she'd never felt before.
The skin of her honor his fingers tore.
She couldn't resist his strength or his power.
But he'd already scarred her virginal flower.
He spat on his hand and wet the skin.
On the spot were his cock was about to go in.
She tried to buck and loosen his grip.
As he rubbed his hand across her clit.
He found his mark and held her tight.
With one hard push it was out of sight.
His hardened flesh he'd driven through.
She screamed in pain as his aim was true.
He punched her so hard she almost fainted.
Her virginity was lost, her honor tainted.
She winced and writhed against the pain.
But unrelenting he slammed her again.
The more she resisted, the harder he fucked.
He loved it when they screamed and bucked.
He felt his balls as their tension grew.
Out burst his cum and in her he blew.
His satisfaction spread like fire.
With waves of heat and wild desire.
With a final thrust,his last seed planted.
He arched his back,so spent he panted.
She thought her ordeal was over and done.
But the xxxxx hadn't finished his torturous fun.
He bound her legs to the beams of his stocks.
Her head and arms held fast and locked.
The blood still glistened on her inner thigh.
And the grizzly sight gave him a sexual high.
Her cunt still stung, it was burning hot.
From the savage beating she'd not long got.
Unable to struggle, her privates in full view.
She was helpless to stop what he was about to do.
He ran his hand through the blood in her crack,
And squeezed a cheek before giving it a whack.
His large strong hands held a cheek in each.
He spread her arse to reveal it's breach.
He poised his cock against her arsehole.
As a rush of blood hardened his fuckpole.
The resistance he felt made his head throb more.
As he guided it into her tiny back door.
The deeper he pushed, the tighter it got.
To her it felt more like a spinal block.
The seething pain unlike any she'd felt,
Her arse was burning, his hand left a welt.
He grabbed a handful of hair from her head.
Slammed her hard, his desire was being fed.
The heat from her arsehole, fueled his sensation,
It's tightness and pressure, pure sexual exhileration.
He force out a groan, as his balls spilled once more.
She felt his hot cum, scorch her battered back door.
Ali 2006 C
