The Son Of Ragnar

Lagertha was with her husband, their bodies clasped together like they were trying to make another baby.

Maybe they were and Ragnar could see how that could benefit him considering his new title as King.

Ragnar felt his dick inside his wife, it was warm yet tight, she mounted him and wrapped her left hand around her husband's neck.

Lagertha began moving her hips up and down, swallowing up her husband's dick like a black hole, she was moving delicately, it looked very much like a dance as her juices dripped down his shaft.

Ragnar moaned, Lagertha loved hearing him do so.

It allowed her to know she was satisfying her man.

"You can be rough with me, Ragnar…" Lagertha gave him the go-ahead, Ragnar was gentle with his wife and only gave her rough sex when she needed to be persuaded because he knew how much she liked to be slutted out by him.

Watched as she rode him, his hands groping her perky chest, squeezing as she kept riding him.

The collision of flesh resonated through the room.

"Fuck me, Ragnar!" Lagertha said, and Ragnar knew he could make an exception for this scenario.

He grabbed Lagertha by the neck and tossed her to the bed, but Lagertha thought her husband wanted to fuck her missionary but he flipped her over.

And before Lagertha could talk, she felt his dick spreading her insides apart, like a vacuum Ragnar was sucked right in.

There was something different about this, Ragnar was not treating her like a fragile object but rather, an object he wanted to break.

Lagertha felt her head arch back due to Ragnar pulling it with one hand and the other one pushing her waist down so her ass was the only thing up.

That back arch made it even better, his dick traversing through her bumpy insides.

"R-Ragnar… T-T-!" Ragnar's hand had left her waist and covered her mouth because he had heard enough.

And his gentle strokes became increasingly chaotic, and he went with force instead of force.

The reverberation of her cheeks clapping.

"I almost forgot what good sex felt like!" Ragnar blurted out, he was enjoying every moment of it.

Lagertha found herself unable to breathe but this only made her pussy tighter, wriggling Ragnar's dick.

But he caught himself soon after, letting go of Lagertha's neck because he did not want to kill her.

"Is that it Ragnar?" Lagertha mocked him in-between moans but a loud slap echoed from behind her as his handprint was plastered across her cheeks.

With each thrust came a spank, Ragnar closed his eyes trying to take in the euphoric feeling as he was nearing orgasm.

Lagertha's pussy was so slippery, it was a perfect fit for his dick and he could fill her up as much as he wanted to because she was his wife.

Ragnar had resisted years of temptation, years of girls trying to fuck him and this was why.

This beautiful and lustful woman before him was the only woman that could handle it.

She was the only woman deserving of it and Ragnar was reminded about how much he loved her.

Lagertha was matching him in every battle, Lagertha started throwing her ass back to make it even harder for Ragnar to hold back.

Ragnar tried to back up but Lagertha was not letting him have her way and eventually, he emptied his balls inside her.

Ragnar came so much that his toes curled and her womb accepted the gift of his seed and even when he pulled out, he was still cumming like a hose.

Lagertha was surprised that he had so much backed up because somewhere in her she thought that Ragnar might have moved on from her but if he came this much, it must have been forever since he came.

Ragnar fell to the bed, he was tapped and he could not even move.

"That was wonderful Lagertha!" Ragnar exclaimed, but all he saw was Lagertha climbing on top of him with a puppy-like face.

"I am still horny, Ragnar…" Lagertha blurted out and Ragnar look horrified because he knew that Lagertha would not allow him to catch a break until he satisfied her.

And he could never leave not satisfied.

Lagertha knew what she wanted, she did not mind Ragnar using his tongue.

Ragnar remembered why Lagertha did not just have his heart but his heart as well but he knew that Lagertha would always beat him in their duel in the bedroom.

A bang on the door, however, came to Ragnar's rescue.

He was thankful to the gods because he knew that his wife was insatiable. Ragnar had planned on spending the night here before returning to Vestfold the next day.

Yet Lagertha was fucking him like he only had an hour left to live, she was using him as an object for her lust but he was happy that only he got to see her in this state.

"FATHER!" The person behind the door was Bjorn Ragnarsson, there was no mistaking it.

Ragnar jumped to his feet without hesitation and ran towards the door but Lagertha screamed.

"Ragnar! Wait!" This forced Ragnar to stop in his tracks and look back at her.

"What is it Lagertha?" Ragnar wanted to know why Lagertha was delaying his reunion with their son.

"You are naked..." Lagertha said with a disappointing tone and Ragnar recollected himself.

"You cannot blame me! The blood meant for my thoughts, you have sucked it right out of me woman!" Ragnar said and Lagertha giggled.

"Father, I can hear you! That is disgusting?" Bjorn responded from behind the door prompting Ragnar to join in on his wife's laughter.

It took less than five minutes for Ragnar to put on some pants but Bjorn was hesitant in hugging his father who was covered in sweat, he knew for a fact that they had just finished having sex but Ragnar was perplexed by his son's height.

He was almost the same height as Ragnar.

Ragnar's eyes lit up, he could not believe the man his son had grown up to be.

"It is good to see you, son…" Ragnar said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It is good to see you too, Father."