below her ear.
Agata shivered at the harsh deepness, and despite not being able to understand him she just knew that what he said was erotic, dominating. Taking in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, of the scars and fresh wounds that littered his golden, hard flesh, and the air of power and dominance he emitted, Agata felt herself shiver in response. She slowly gazed down at the length of his rippled abdomen. Every inch of him was smooth, golden, and hard skin. Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment, even if her mind and body waged war right now.
He still had on his leathers, but the outline of his thick, long cock was on full display as it pressed against the material. And as if he read her mind he undid the laces of his leathers, pushed the material down his strong thighs, and his erection jutted forward.
“ Ég vil finna wramth þína í kringum miganki. Yenvilla tooka.” He gripped himself, took hold of that big fucking dick in his hand, and started stroking himself. He was long and thick, and she pulled her focus away from his shaft, and looked into his face. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes.
He pulled his foreskin back with every upstroke, his crown coming into view and the slit and pre-cum coming into view and having her insides clench with desire. Yeah, Agata was really doing this, and damn the consequences.
****
She was gorgeous and innocent, and so very shy in the way she looked at him, but so strong in the way she acted that his cock thrust forward. Stian had been trying to rein in his desires for her since he chose her all those days ago, but now there was no need to do that, not when she seemed so very willing. He was angry with her for leaving, and upset that she almost got injured because the villagers had taken their hatred for him out on her because she associated with Stian.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight move along her curvy body. Her thick, blonde waves moved over her shoulders and across her breasts. He’d torn her shift down the front, but now he wanted it gone. He wanted to see her naked with only her long, blonde hair covering her peach colored skin. Stian wanted to have to lift the thick strands away to see the treasures that lay hidden, to see the patch of blonde hair covering her pussy. He heard her swallow, and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was frightened, but her arousal far outweighed that.
He moved toward her until there was only a foot that separated them now. “Wife, I could look at your sweet body all night and be just as satisfied as if I was buried deep inside of you.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin, and he was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes. “One day we will understand each other, and you’ll scream my name, and beg me for more in my native language.”
Agata licked those red, succulent lips of hers, ones that he wasn’t afraid to imagine wrapped around his cock, sucking at him until he got off.
She was his wife, maybe not officially, but in his heart he’d already claimed her, and he was about to cement that with his body now as well.
“I would never harm you, Agata, never allow anyone to hurt you. I’d kill them, and strike them down until nothing was left.” He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away. Moving closer to her, he smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist. “I can only assume you’re nervous about what will happen tonight, but I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” He moved his gaze over her collarbones and down to where the swells of her breasts rose and fell harshly from her breathing.
Her breasts were bountiful, and his fingers itched to feel them bare against his skin. She smelled of citrus and wilderness, a combination that had his heart pounding and this sweat start to bead his brow. He lifted her gaze to her face
Agata shivered at the harsh deepness, and despite not being able to understand him she just knew that what he said was erotic, dominating. Taking in the wide expanse of his nude shoulders, of the scars and fresh wounds that littered his golden, hard flesh, and the air of power and dominance he emitted, Agata felt herself shiver in response. She slowly gazed down at the length of his rippled abdomen. Every inch of him was smooth, golden, and hard skin. Her gaze drifted farther south, leading to what she wanted most at the moment, even if her mind and body waged war right now.
He still had on his leathers, but the outline of his thick, long cock was on full display as it pressed against the material. And as if he read her mind he undid the laces of his leathers, pushed the material down his strong thighs, and his erection jutted forward.
“ Ég vil finna wramth þína í kringum miganki. Yenvilla tooka.” He gripped himself, took hold of that big fucking dick in his hand, and started stroking himself. He was long and thick, and she pulled her focus away from his shaft, and looked into his face. He watched her with heavy-lidded eyes.
He pulled his foreskin back with every upstroke, his crown coming into view and the slit and pre-cum coming into view and having her insides clench with desire. Yeah, Agata was really doing this, and damn the consequences.
****
She was gorgeous and innocent, and so very shy in the way she looked at him, but so strong in the way she acted that his cock thrust forward. Stian had been trying to rein in his desires for her since he chose her all those days ago, but now there was no need to do that, not when she seemed so very willing. He was angry with her for leaving, and upset that she almost got injured because the villagers had taken their hatred for him out on her because she associated with Stian.
Pushing those thoughts aside, he watched as the firelight move along her curvy body. Her thick, blonde waves moved over her shoulders and across her breasts. He’d torn her shift down the front, but now he wanted it gone. He wanted to see her naked with only her long, blonde hair covering her peach colored skin. Stian wanted to have to lift the thick strands away to see the treasures that lay hidden, to see the patch of blonde hair covering her pussy. He heard her swallow, and saw the slender line of her throat work up and down. Of course he knew she was frightened, but her arousal far outweighed that.
He moved toward her until there was only a foot that separated them now. “Wife, I could look at your sweet body all night and be just as satisfied as if I was buried deep inside of you.” He lifted her head with his finger under her chin, and he was struck by the intensity of her blue eyes. “One day we will understand each other, and you’ll scream my name, and beg me for more in my native language.”
Agata licked those red, succulent lips of hers, ones that he wasn’t afraid to imagine wrapped around his cock, sucking at him until he got off.
She was his wife, maybe not officially, but in his heart he’d already claimed her, and he was about to cement that with his body now as well.
“I would never harm you, Agata, never allow anyone to hurt you. I’d kill them, and strike them down until nothing was left.” He reached out and pushed a piece of her hair away. Moving closer to her, he smoothed his hands along the bare flesh of her shoulders, continued down her arms, and then stopped at her waist. “I can only assume you’re nervous about what will happen tonight, but I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” He moved his gaze over her collarbones and down to where the swells of her breasts rose and fell harshly from her breathing.
Her breasts were bountiful, and his fingers itched to feel them bare against his skin. She smelled of citrus and wilderness, a combination that had his heart pounding and this sweat start to bead his brow. He lifted her gaze to her face
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