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rugbytackleTitle : The Saga of Terry the Terrible – an everyday story of rape and pillage 2/2
Pairing : Terry/Sean/Viggo
Rating : R
Warning : het, AU, humor
Author :![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mooms (Terry/Viggo) & govi20 (Terry/Sean)
A.N. Terry is a dear friend and forum moderator of ours. In anticipation of Sean playing a Viking in his next film, she wanted a Viking name of her own. We provide her with that in this fic. Terry is also a fierce member of the Het Resistance and doesn´t like us slashing the boys. Well in this fic we all get what we want. This is really a crazy fic, written just for fun, and we are both aware that out historical references are tottally wrong ! As said just fun, that´s all !
DISCLAIMER : WRITTEN FOR FUN, NOT FOR PROFIT. ALL DIRTY LIES !
The Saga of Terry the Terrible –an everyday story of rape and pillage.
Part2/2
Terry the Terrible
I grin when I lead my double prey through the village to my small, but luxurious cottage. I can feel their eyes burning into my.. erm back and I smile secretively. I am so going to have my way with them. I want them both, and today I will. No Bilbo will stop me. He can go and fuck himself as I told him.
As soon as I step in, I get back behind the door and give both men a full strength push. They both land in a tangle of limbs on my soft pile of furs. The heavy bolt on my door is absolutely Bilbo proof; it will keep him out and both my horny Vikings in!
I throw overboard all maiden like pretence, as I rapidly remove my clothes. I release my hair from the braids, and look at their upturned faces. Viggo’s eyes shine like Rauros Falls, and Sean licks his lips in a way that makes my body shiver with lust. They are still on top of each other, and I wriggle a foot between their bodies to get in between them. Suddenly they both jump into action, pulling me down between them.
Viggo kisses me again, and I feel Sean’s large hand sliding around one of my boobs, kneading it and brushing his thumb over my nipple. Viggo breaks the kiss and starts fumbling with the clasp on his fur coat. I turn around to Sean, and kiss him while I slide my hand down his body, having a nice feel at the offered goods.
Sean moans and bucks under my skilled hands, but I have no time for a smug smile as Viggo’s mouth latches on my nipple, sucking it into a stiff peak. I roll down on my back, spreading my legs eagerly for Sean’s probing hand, stroking my inner thighs. His other hand is trying to unfasten his breeches, and I can’t wait to see what’s there for me! His arousal makes him clumsy, and I am relieved to see Viggo’s hand appear, freeing Sean’s straining erection from its prison.
Imagine him doing that for me, I think I am in love.
Sean the Sexy
So this Terry isn’t what I would call a shrinking virgin? Good, that way I won’t have to hold back. I follow a bit behind the other two through the streets, and can’t help admiring that nice arse. Terry’s arse isn’t too bad either, and there’s certainly more volume there.
We step into her house, and the next thing I know I am sprawled all over a pile of furs, with Viggo on top of me. We gasp for air, and look both stunned at that little vixen bolting the door and then quickly undressing. ‘Well, maybe not so little,’ I think, when I see her tits. No straw there and I am quite happy. The friction on my cock produced by Viggo’s body isn’t bad either and I rub myself a little against that tight arse.
Terry works herself in between us, and while Viggo takes her mouth, I let my hand dwell on a firm tit. I see Viggo has started to undress, which seems like a plan, but then Terry turns around, kisses me, her hand cupping my mighty sword, and I lose all thoughts.
Viggo takes over again, he’s already naked, and a fine sight he is! I fight trying to undo my breeches while my hand explores the inside of Terry’s thighs. I am swearing and cursing when the laces won’t comply, and then Viggo’s hand is there, deftly undoing the bindings. I look up into blazing blue eyes that hold a promise and a dare and I nod eagerly. But first the girl!
I crawl between her legs, and let my tongue taste her quivering flesh. She moans, spreading her legs even wider and I plunge in, sticking my tongue inside her, while Viggo plays with her tits. She tastes just fine, and wriggles beneath me. There’s nothing virginal in the way she moves her hips, and her hand comes down, tangling in my hair, keeping my head in place.
She’s loud, yelling when she comes, and that’s another thing I will spank out of her, but for the moment, I just line up and thrust in deep. I groan in pleasure, even more when I see Viggo’s eyes on me.
By Thor, that man looks good!
Terry the Terrible
Anxious though I am to sample Sean’s sword, I love a Northman, who is happy to travel south and I am soon shrieking in pleasure, as he tastes the honey in my most secret hive. (Think you are the only poetic one around here, Mr Skald?)
I was hoping to experience Viggo’s long tongue, but Sean is certainly skilful, though I have to grab his dirty blond hair to keep his head right where I want it. I can feel Viggo’s lean, hard body against my back and he is nibbling my neck as he kneads my breasts and twists my nipples. Their combined actions make me lose it completely and come, screaming, the delirium causing me to loose my grip on Sean, who moves back up my body.
I am still a little dazed, when, without any ceremony, Sean’s mighty prow thrusts into my still pulsating core, proud as a Viking ship entering harbour. (See, Mr Skald, even in the throes of passion, there I go again?)
Now I do feel that long tongue, snaking down my back and raising goosebumps until finally, it creeps down the cleft in my delectable, if generous ass and proceeds to do wicked things to my one ring, in time to Sean’s thrusts.
Sean groans loudly and thrusts a final time and I feel his hot offering pouring into me. While my yell of pleasure is stifled by a huge hand clapped across my mouth and a sharp slap on my delicate behind.
Without warning, he moves back and pulls me onto my hands and knees, so that Viggo can vigorously enter me from the rear and give me another good shagging, with Sean encouraging him enthusiastically.
Dammit! I still can’t choose. I want to marry both of them and have a rota!
Viggo the Vigorous
Well this maiden certainly doesn’t lose any time and I am grateful to her for shoving me onto the furs with Sean the Sexy, as we lie tangled together and breathing hard. He is rubbing himself against me in a most enticing way, which I would love to explore further, but first, we have Terry to dispose of, an easy matter for two virile Vikings.
She is naked within seconds and working her way between us, so we lose no time in pulling her onto the furs and Sean is soon groping her ample boobs, while I kiss her and work on my own clothing. Once I am also naked, I help Sean to release his straining sword from its sheath and our eyes meet, sapphire flashing a challenge to emerald and having it returned with a nod.
She spreads her billowing thighs and Sean dives into her depths, pleasuring her with his tongue. We turn her on her side so that I can mould myself behind her and caress her breasts, while he works. I lick and nibble at her neck and Sean quickly brings her to her peak, making her shriek like a scalded cat, then swiftly plunges his weapon into her willing body and sets to work with a will.
Impressed, I use the wiles of my wicked tongue down her spine and slip it into her most secret cave, which seems to drive her even wilder. Sean heaves with a final thrust and groans loudly as he comes, clapping his hand over her mouth to still her ear-splitting yells and slapping her buttock firmly at the same time.
He pulls out quickly and puts Terry in position for me, so I can take her wolf-fashion and we can keep our eyes on each other, as I silently promise him everything with my lusty actions.
He roars his encouragement and I come, my seed gushing like a waterfall in the spring thaw (must make mental note of that for my victory poem), while Terry slumps onto her furs, totally satisfied, a silly grin on her face.
She is muttering what sounds like “Mandag Sean, Tysdagr Vig, Odinsdagr Sean, Thorsdagr Vig, Frjadagr Sean…….”
Terry the Terrible
Never before in my life have I felt like this, satisfied from head to toes, and I fall down on the rich furs. I am determined to have them both. As soon as I have regained the ability to walk I will go to Bilbo and I’ll tell him. I don’t give a fuck what he says. My foggy mind tries to come up with a schedule for the days of the week, it seems only fair to give them turns, but I fail in remembering all the days, and I close my eyes for a moment.
When I open them again Viggo and Sean are sitting very close together, and Sean seems to be straightening Viggo’s hair, which I find encouraging. If I am going to marry both they should like each other and I am glad they do. They can go to club throwing and barrel lifting together, enjoy a nice male bonding.
Finally I manage to get to my feet and I wave my finger at my two deliciously naked Vikings.
“Now boys wait for me, I say, “I’ll be right back! The two of you just rest awhile and get yourself together again for another round!”
I dress, as I can’t walk naked into Bilbo´s house, but I don’t bother with the braids. Pretty soon I’ll be a very decent housewife, twice even, and no one can tell me what to do anymore.
I unbolt the door and step outside, bumping into Sauron standing there, his one big eye flaming in anger at me. Stupid old sod!
“What’s happening in there? he says. “I don’t like to be disturbed on my afternoon nap with all that yelling and screaming going on !”
“That was me being Vikingly sandwiched,” I say, “ and I loved every minute of it !”
With that I turn around to find Bilbo leaving Sauron open mouthed, and I wiggle my butt just to give him something nice to look at after my rude words.
Soon I will be Terry the Terrible Sexy Vigorous!
Sean the Sexy
Watching Viggo take Terry is easily the hottest thing I ever saw and after that my cock is hard enough to club a bear to death with. Terry lies sprawled over the furs and mumbles a strange litany about the days of the week, but my attention is no longer on her. Viggo and I eye each other hungrily, and his cock is slowly coming back to life again too.
I am trying to think of a way to ditch the bird when she suddenly scrambles to her feet, dresses and tells us to get some rest for the next round. I don’t know what she’s up to, but I don’t care either and as soon as the door falls behind her I pounce on Viggo.
He grabs my face in both hands, and we lock eyes.
“Oh Sean,” he says,” My blood sings in awe of your majestic rod!”
“Bloody skalds,” I think, but I can forgive him that. “Yeah mate,” I say, “I want to fuck you real hard with it!”
This pales him a little, and makes him forget his poetry.
“But I am the Vigorous,” he cries out, “I am a top!”
“I am a top too,” I growl back, so we’ll have to be flexible and turn and turn about. Today it’s my turn, “I say, biting his neck.
He struggles under my hands and tries to get up.
“Why is that?”
“Well you heard Terry,” I say, “Odinsdagr Sean, and today it’s Odinsdagr.”
With that, I grab his vigorous shaft, and stroke it fiercely. In the mean while I look around me for something to ease the way with, and I grin widely when I see the large jar of bear fat on the dressing table. Looking down at the furred chest I wouldn’t be surprised if he was half bear and that thought arouses me.
He seems to have loosened his stance about who’s topping who here, but I still keep a close eye on him, while I reach out my left arm to grab the jar.
Again he starts to struggle, but I manage to scoop out a handful of fat, and go straight for my target.
Odinsdagr has always been my lucky day!
Terry the Terrible
I am so happy that I run to Bilbo’s house, thinking about the wedding feast as I go! I plan to have the finest gown ever seen and make those other maidens even greener than they already are. I picture myself enthroned and flanked by my two magnificent warriors. Go me!
At Bilbo’s I pause for breath before I kick the door open and stride in, triumphant.
Bilbo looks startled to see me and not altogether delighted.
“Lady Terry,” he begins “and I use that word ironically. Your behaviour is outrageous and unbefitting a Viking maiden. Do you know how many complaints I have had from your neighbours about the noises from your hut? And as for being immodest…….words fail me!”
“Good,” I say, “because you can shut up now. I am talking. I have decided that I will marry both warriors and we need to make plans, because I want the wedding feast before the next new moon.”
“Both warriors?” screeches Bilbo, rising to his feet and clutching his heart. “Both warriors? You cannot marry two men at the same time, you hussy!”
“Oh sit down, you silly old elder! Just because this has never been done before, doesn’t mean I can’t be first. I think it will take two such lusty warriors to satisfy a shield-maiden such as myself. Try to deny me and I will get my suitors to rough up the village a little and nail you to the door of the Valhalla Bar, so there!”
“Have you no respect, harridan?”
“I apologize, Bilbo, nail you respectfully to the door! Now what is it to be?”
Of course, he agrees! If the men of my village had any spine, I wouldn’t have needed to search so far afield. I hurry back to the hut and fling the door open to give the boys my good news.
Imagine my shock! I mean there is male bonding and………
Viggo the Vigorous
Thank Thor for that. I thought she would never leave!
By Odin, this warrior is amazing and I am consumed with lust, although not sure about his demands to top. I mean I am a Viking and we are the ones doing the pillaging.
But of course, he is a Viking too and this creates a problem. We wrestle a little and he makes it clear that he intends to fuck me. He claims it’s his turn, as it is Odinsdagr. I still struggle, although his big rough hand on my cock is driving me berserker and I think, after all tomorrow is Thorsdagr and will be my turn to ravage him.
He grabs a huge handful of bear grease from a convenient jar and I feel his large fingers penetrate me and curl up.
“Frigg!” I see stars and beg him to claim me, which he loses no time in doing!
Oh the joy of being slain by his mighty sword! As he plunges and thrusts as vigorously as me, I feel that I am in Valhalla (not the bar, the other Valhalla!).
He pillages me joyously and we climax together, throwing back our heads and howling like wolves.
It is only when we recover and grin at each other, offering our hands in a warrior’s grip, that we notice Terry the Terrible, standing in the doorway, struck dumb with shock!
Sean chuckles throatily and says he reckons that’s a first, as he thought nothing would shut her up. While she is still transfixed, we quickly dress and run down to the beach, hand in hand to make our getaway.
“Your ship or mine?” I ask him as we hear a truly terrible roar of rage and the ground shakes with the thundering footsteps of Terry’s pursuit.
I fact, mine is nearest, and we leap aboard, as Terry approaches, an enormous frying pan in hand, determined to wreak revenge.
But wait, I have a diversion. I pick up an adorable little puppy I happen to have in the ship and kissing her affectionately I toss her to Terry, who has to drop the pan to catch her.
As Sean casts off the ropes and orders the crew to row like buggery (how I love his poetic turn of phrase) and the crew of his ship do likewise and follow us out of the harbour, I shout,
“Farewell, Terry. Her name is Casey the Cute and Cuddlesome. May she warm your feet and heart through these long winter nights!”
But Terry is already besotted with her new companion and has turned inland, cooing sweet endearments and we are forgotten!
“Fickleness, thy name truly is woman! Thank Thor for the bonding of warriors!”I declaim.
“I’ll drink to that,” says Sean, getting out his mighty horn!
THE END
Pairing : Terry/Sean/Viggo
Rating : R
Warning : het, AU, humor
Author :
mooms (Terry/Viggo) & govi20 (Terry/Sean) A.N. Terry is a dear friend and forum moderator of ours. In anticipation of Sean playing a Viking in his next film, she wanted a Viking name of her own. We provide her with that in this fic. Terry is also a fierce member of the Het Resistance and doesn´t like us slashing the boys. Well in this fic we all get what we want. This is really a crazy fic, written just for fun, and we are both aware that out historical references are tottally wrong ! As said just fun, that´s all !
DISCLAIMER : WRITTEN FOR FUN, NOT FOR PROFIT. ALL DIRTY LIES !
The Saga of Terry the Terrible –an everyday story of rape and pillage.
Part2/2
Terry the Terrible
I grin when I lead my double prey through the village to my small, but luxurious cottage. I can feel their eyes burning into my.. erm back and I smile secretively. I am so going to have my way with them. I want them both, and today I will. No Bilbo will stop me. He can go and fuck himself as I told him.
As soon as I step in, I get back behind the door and give both men a full strength push. They both land in a tangle of limbs on my soft pile of furs. The heavy bolt on my door is absolutely Bilbo proof; it will keep him out and both my horny Vikings in!
I throw overboard all maiden like pretence, as I rapidly remove my clothes. I release my hair from the braids, and look at their upturned faces. Viggo’s eyes shine like Rauros Falls, and Sean licks his lips in a way that makes my body shiver with lust. They are still on top of each other, and I wriggle a foot between their bodies to get in between them. Suddenly they both jump into action, pulling me down between them.
Viggo kisses me again, and I feel Sean’s large hand sliding around one of my boobs, kneading it and brushing his thumb over my nipple. Viggo breaks the kiss and starts fumbling with the clasp on his fur coat. I turn around to Sean, and kiss him while I slide my hand down his body, having a nice feel at the offered goods.
Sean moans and bucks under my skilled hands, but I have no time for a smug smile as Viggo’s mouth latches on my nipple, sucking it into a stiff peak. I roll down on my back, spreading my legs eagerly for Sean’s probing hand, stroking my inner thighs. His other hand is trying to unfasten his breeches, and I can’t wait to see what’s there for me! His arousal makes him clumsy, and I am relieved to see Viggo’s hand appear, freeing Sean’s straining erection from its prison.
Imagine him doing that for me, I think I am in love.
Sean the Sexy
So this Terry isn’t what I would call a shrinking virgin? Good, that way I won’t have to hold back. I follow a bit behind the other two through the streets, and can’t help admiring that nice arse. Terry’s arse isn’t too bad either, and there’s certainly more volume there.
We step into her house, and the next thing I know I am sprawled all over a pile of furs, with Viggo on top of me. We gasp for air, and look both stunned at that little vixen bolting the door and then quickly undressing. ‘Well, maybe not so little,’ I think, when I see her tits. No straw there and I am quite happy. The friction on my cock produced by Viggo’s body isn’t bad either and I rub myself a little against that tight arse.
Terry works herself in between us, and while Viggo takes her mouth, I let my hand dwell on a firm tit. I see Viggo has started to undress, which seems like a plan, but then Terry turns around, kisses me, her hand cupping my mighty sword, and I lose all thoughts.
Viggo takes over again, he’s already naked, and a fine sight he is! I fight trying to undo my breeches while my hand explores the inside of Terry’s thighs. I am swearing and cursing when the laces won’t comply, and then Viggo’s hand is there, deftly undoing the bindings. I look up into blazing blue eyes that hold a promise and a dare and I nod eagerly. But first the girl!
I crawl between her legs, and let my tongue taste her quivering flesh. She moans, spreading her legs even wider and I plunge in, sticking my tongue inside her, while Viggo plays with her tits. She tastes just fine, and wriggles beneath me. There’s nothing virginal in the way she moves her hips, and her hand comes down, tangling in my hair, keeping my head in place.
She’s loud, yelling when she comes, and that’s another thing I will spank out of her, but for the moment, I just line up and thrust in deep. I groan in pleasure, even more when I see Viggo’s eyes on me.
By Thor, that man looks good!
Terry the Terrible
Anxious though I am to sample Sean’s sword, I love a Northman, who is happy to travel south and I am soon shrieking in pleasure, as he tastes the honey in my most secret hive. (Think you are the only poetic one around here, Mr Skald?)
I was hoping to experience Viggo’s long tongue, but Sean is certainly skilful, though I have to grab his dirty blond hair to keep his head right where I want it. I can feel Viggo’s lean, hard body against my back and he is nibbling my neck as he kneads my breasts and twists my nipples. Their combined actions make me lose it completely and come, screaming, the delirium causing me to loose my grip on Sean, who moves back up my body.
I am still a little dazed, when, without any ceremony, Sean’s mighty prow thrusts into my still pulsating core, proud as a Viking ship entering harbour. (See, Mr Skald, even in the throes of passion, there I go again?)
Now I do feel that long tongue, snaking down my back and raising goosebumps until finally, it creeps down the cleft in my delectable, if generous ass and proceeds to do wicked things to my one ring, in time to Sean’s thrusts.
Sean groans loudly and thrusts a final time and I feel his hot offering pouring into me. While my yell of pleasure is stifled by a huge hand clapped across my mouth and a sharp slap on my delicate behind.
Without warning, he moves back and pulls me onto my hands and knees, so that Viggo can vigorously enter me from the rear and give me another good shagging, with Sean encouraging him enthusiastically.
Dammit! I still can’t choose. I want to marry both of them and have a rota!
Viggo the Vigorous
Well this maiden certainly doesn’t lose any time and I am grateful to her for shoving me onto the furs with Sean the Sexy, as we lie tangled together and breathing hard. He is rubbing himself against me in a most enticing way, which I would love to explore further, but first, we have Terry to dispose of, an easy matter for two virile Vikings.
She is naked within seconds and working her way between us, so we lose no time in pulling her onto the furs and Sean is soon groping her ample boobs, while I kiss her and work on my own clothing. Once I am also naked, I help Sean to release his straining sword from its sheath and our eyes meet, sapphire flashing a challenge to emerald and having it returned with a nod.
She spreads her billowing thighs and Sean dives into her depths, pleasuring her with his tongue. We turn her on her side so that I can mould myself behind her and caress her breasts, while he works. I lick and nibble at her neck and Sean quickly brings her to her peak, making her shriek like a scalded cat, then swiftly plunges his weapon into her willing body and sets to work with a will.
Impressed, I use the wiles of my wicked tongue down her spine and slip it into her most secret cave, which seems to drive her even wilder. Sean heaves with a final thrust and groans loudly as he comes, clapping his hand over her mouth to still her ear-splitting yells and slapping her buttock firmly at the same time.
He pulls out quickly and puts Terry in position for me, so I can take her wolf-fashion and we can keep our eyes on each other, as I silently promise him everything with my lusty actions.
He roars his encouragement and I come, my seed gushing like a waterfall in the spring thaw (must make mental note of that for my victory poem), while Terry slumps onto her furs, totally satisfied, a silly grin on her face.
She is muttering what sounds like “Mandag Sean, Tysdagr Vig, Odinsdagr Sean, Thorsdagr Vig, Frjadagr Sean…….”
Terry the Terrible
Never before in my life have I felt like this, satisfied from head to toes, and I fall down on the rich furs. I am determined to have them both. As soon as I have regained the ability to walk I will go to Bilbo and I’ll tell him. I don’t give a fuck what he says. My foggy mind tries to come up with a schedule for the days of the week, it seems only fair to give them turns, but I fail in remembering all the days, and I close my eyes for a moment.
When I open them again Viggo and Sean are sitting very close together, and Sean seems to be straightening Viggo’s hair, which I find encouraging. If I am going to marry both they should like each other and I am glad they do. They can go to club throwing and barrel lifting together, enjoy a nice male bonding.
Finally I manage to get to my feet and I wave my finger at my two deliciously naked Vikings.
“Now boys wait for me, I say, “I’ll be right back! The two of you just rest awhile and get yourself together again for another round!”
I dress, as I can’t walk naked into Bilbo´s house, but I don’t bother with the braids. Pretty soon I’ll be a very decent housewife, twice even, and no one can tell me what to do anymore.
I unbolt the door and step outside, bumping into Sauron standing there, his one big eye flaming in anger at me. Stupid old sod!
“What’s happening in there? he says. “I don’t like to be disturbed on my afternoon nap with all that yelling and screaming going on !”
“That was me being Vikingly sandwiched,” I say, “ and I loved every minute of it !”
With that I turn around to find Bilbo leaving Sauron open mouthed, and I wiggle my butt just to give him something nice to look at after my rude words.
Soon I will be Terry the Terrible Sexy Vigorous!
Sean the Sexy
Watching Viggo take Terry is easily the hottest thing I ever saw and after that my cock is hard enough to club a bear to death with. Terry lies sprawled over the furs and mumbles a strange litany about the days of the week, but my attention is no longer on her. Viggo and I eye each other hungrily, and his cock is slowly coming back to life again too.
I am trying to think of a way to ditch the bird when she suddenly scrambles to her feet, dresses and tells us to get some rest for the next round. I don’t know what she’s up to, but I don’t care either and as soon as the door falls behind her I pounce on Viggo.
He grabs my face in both hands, and we lock eyes.
“Oh Sean,” he says,” My blood sings in awe of your majestic rod!”
“Bloody skalds,” I think, but I can forgive him that. “Yeah mate,” I say, “I want to fuck you real hard with it!”
This pales him a little, and makes him forget his poetry.
“But I am the Vigorous,” he cries out, “I am a top!”
“I am a top too,” I growl back, so we’ll have to be flexible and turn and turn about. Today it’s my turn, “I say, biting his neck.
He struggles under my hands and tries to get up.
“Why is that?”
“Well you heard Terry,” I say, “Odinsdagr Sean, and today it’s Odinsdagr.”
With that, I grab his vigorous shaft, and stroke it fiercely. In the mean while I look around me for something to ease the way with, and I grin widely when I see the large jar of bear fat on the dressing table. Looking down at the furred chest I wouldn’t be surprised if he was half bear and that thought arouses me.
He seems to have loosened his stance about who’s topping who here, but I still keep a close eye on him, while I reach out my left arm to grab the jar.
Again he starts to struggle, but I manage to scoop out a handful of fat, and go straight for my target.
Odinsdagr has always been my lucky day!
Terry the Terrible
I am so happy that I run to Bilbo’s house, thinking about the wedding feast as I go! I plan to have the finest gown ever seen and make those other maidens even greener than they already are. I picture myself enthroned and flanked by my two magnificent warriors. Go me!
At Bilbo’s I pause for breath before I kick the door open and stride in, triumphant.
Bilbo looks startled to see me and not altogether delighted.
“Lady Terry,” he begins “and I use that word ironically. Your behaviour is outrageous and unbefitting a Viking maiden. Do you know how many complaints I have had from your neighbours about the noises from your hut? And as for being immodest…….words fail me!”
“Good,” I say, “because you can shut up now. I am talking. I have decided that I will marry both warriors and we need to make plans, because I want the wedding feast before the next new moon.”
“Both warriors?” screeches Bilbo, rising to his feet and clutching his heart. “Both warriors? You cannot marry two men at the same time, you hussy!”
“Oh sit down, you silly old elder! Just because this has never been done before, doesn’t mean I can’t be first. I think it will take two such lusty warriors to satisfy a shield-maiden such as myself. Try to deny me and I will get my suitors to rough up the village a little and nail you to the door of the Valhalla Bar, so there!”
“Have you no respect, harridan?”
“I apologize, Bilbo, nail you respectfully to the door! Now what is it to be?”
Of course, he agrees! If the men of my village had any spine, I wouldn’t have needed to search so far afield. I hurry back to the hut and fling the door open to give the boys my good news.
Imagine my shock! I mean there is male bonding and………
Viggo the Vigorous
Thank Thor for that. I thought she would never leave!
By Odin, this warrior is amazing and I am consumed with lust, although not sure about his demands to top. I mean I am a Viking and we are the ones doing the pillaging.
But of course, he is a Viking too and this creates a problem. We wrestle a little and he makes it clear that he intends to fuck me. He claims it’s his turn, as it is Odinsdagr. I still struggle, although his big rough hand on my cock is driving me berserker and I think, after all tomorrow is Thorsdagr and will be my turn to ravage him.
He grabs a huge handful of bear grease from a convenient jar and I feel his large fingers penetrate me and curl up.
“Frigg!” I see stars and beg him to claim me, which he loses no time in doing!
Oh the joy of being slain by his mighty sword! As he plunges and thrusts as vigorously as me, I feel that I am in Valhalla (not the bar, the other Valhalla!).
He pillages me joyously and we climax together, throwing back our heads and howling like wolves.
It is only when we recover and grin at each other, offering our hands in a warrior’s grip, that we notice Terry the Terrible, standing in the doorway, struck dumb with shock!
Sean chuckles throatily and says he reckons that’s a first, as he thought nothing would shut her up. While she is still transfixed, we quickly dress and run down to the beach, hand in hand to make our getaway.
“Your ship or mine?” I ask him as we hear a truly terrible roar of rage and the ground shakes with the thundering footsteps of Terry’s pursuit.
I fact, mine is nearest, and we leap aboard, as Terry approaches, an enormous frying pan in hand, determined to wreak revenge.
But wait, I have a diversion. I pick up an adorable little puppy I happen to have in the ship and kissing her affectionately I toss her to Terry, who has to drop the pan to catch her.
As Sean casts off the ropes and orders the crew to row like buggery (how I love his poetic turn of phrase) and the crew of his ship do likewise and follow us out of the harbour, I shout,
“Farewell, Terry. Her name is Casey the Cute and Cuddlesome. May she warm your feet and heart through these long winter nights!”
But Terry is already besotted with her new companion and has turned inland, cooing sweet endearments and we are forgotten!
“Fickleness, thy name truly is woman! Thank Thor for the bonding of warriors!”I declaim.
“I’ll drink to that,” says Sean, getting out his mighty horn!
THE END
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Date: 2008-01-06 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-06 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-07 08:23 am (UTC)Nice idea . . . but I think they all got the ending they deserve!
What a wonderful idea - thanks for sharing!!
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Date: 2008-01-09 04:40 pm (UTC)