Drew Afualo stood on the longship deck, salt wind whipping her dark hair across her face as the Viking longhouse came into view. The raid had been quick and bloody, but she was no captive. She had bartered her way onto the ship with her sharp tongue and sharper hips, and now the jarl wanted his due.
Thorvald dragged her below deck the moment the anchor dropped. His massive frame filled the cramped space, furs and leather creaking as he shoved her against the rough plank wall. “You talked your way here, woman,” he growled, voice like gravel. “Now you pay with that cunt.”
He ripped her tunic open, callused hands grabbing her full tits, thumbs dragging over her nipples until they stiffened. Drew spat a curse but her legs parted anyway, heat already slick between them. Thorvald dropped to his knees, yanked her leggings down, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue was broad and relentless, licking fat stripes from her hole to her clit, sucking the swollen nub until her thighs shook.
“Fuck, you taste like you’ve been waiting for this,” he muttered against her folds, then drove two thick fingers inside her. Drew’s head slammed back against the wood as he pumped them hard, curling to hit that spot that made her drip down his wrist. She grabbed his braids and rode his face, grinding until her first orgasm ripped through her, cunt pulsing around his fingers.
Thorvald stood, unlacing his breeches. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. He spun her around, bent her over a barrel, and slammed inside in one brutal thrust.
Drew cried out, stretched wide around that thick Viking dick. He didn’t give her time to adjust, just fucked her like he was claiming territory, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with every stroke.
“Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting her hair, the other reaching around to rub her clit in rough circles. “This is what you came for, isn’t it? A real cock splitting you open.”
Drew pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her juices coating his shaft and running down her thighs. The boat rocked with their fucking, wood creaking in time with the wet sounds of her cunt getting wrecked. Thorvald pulled out, flipped her onto her back on a pile of furs, and shoved back in, folding her legs to her chest so he could go deeper.
He pounded her until she came again, screaming, walls clamping down hard. Only then did he let go, flooding her with hot pulses of cum, grinding deep to push it as far inside as possible.
When he finally pulled out, thick seed leaked from her swollen pussy. Thorvald smirked, dragging two fingers through the mess and pushing it back in. “Rest up, Drew. The whole crew will want a turn before the night’s done.”
Drew licked her lips, already hungry for more. The long night on the ship had only just begun, and every Viking on board was about to learn exactly how filthy their new passenger could get.
