1. Pleasing A Viking Goddess


    Date: 3/1/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: captjim51, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I was happy as Monk Alanus at the Monastery of Lindisfarne in 793 A.D., I was a large man by those times standing 6” 1” inches tall. I worked in the outer wheat fields of the monastery. The fields were right next to the nearby convent and at the time I frequently met Novice Jean when we were able to sneak away and spend some time together making love in the soft grass. Because of my large cock, word had spread around the convent and I had no shortage of “sinners” who enjoyed my ten inch organ. Young Jean who was only 18 at the time was the best and most beautiful women I had ever had. Who knew what fate would become her. My life changed forever on June 8, 793A.D. when a fleet of strange looking boats sailed up to our island. Out of the boats came fierce looking men armed with axes, swords, picks and multi colored shields. I also noticed several were very large women who carried lighter swords and shields, I would later learn the men were called “Vikings” and the women were called “shield-maidens”. I hid in the straw for three days as these men slaughtered most of our monks, took anything of value from our monastery and carried away our s****rs to what I later learned was a life of Viking sexual servitude. I was one of the lucky ones, because of my size I would make a valuable slave, a field hand so my life was spared. We sailed to Reril in what is now Norway in wet, cold, windy weather, we were fed fish and fresh water collected in the ships sails. We arrived in Reril and ...
    the whole town greeted their victorious Viking warriors and marveled at the gold and silver artifacts looted from our monastery. Young single men carried off the younger s****rs, the older nuns were handed over to families as servants. It was during this parceling out of our souls that I saw her. A tall statuesque Viking women over six feet tall, with a man’s muscular body, and long blond hair stood haughtily over some younger Viking men. I heard that her name was Maeve, (Goddess of intoxication). You could tell by her demeanor and the respect afforded to her that she was someone of great importance. She was absolutely the largest and most beautiful women I had ever seen. That night she sat in a large wooden throne in the longhouse and was dressed in a warrior’s breastplate, with her gigantic breasts spilling out of the metal bra holding in her massive orbs. She carried a large sword that was scabbard around her waist by a large leather belt; her long flowing purple dress was embroidered with gold. He legs were spread wide revealing a pair of long leather boots to her knees. Maeve looked in disdain at the weakling captive monks standing beneath her as she pulled out a horse whip and began reigning lashes down at the brown robed captives. I was the only one who stood up with his head held high. I was a man, I would not cow to any women, even if she was delivering lashes to my unfortunate comrades. Maeve stared at me and let the whip fly hitting me in the chest, ripping my robes ...
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