Bride of Grendel 2: Night of the Bear Man: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 3) by Gwynn Jones

Author:Gwynn Jones [Jones, Gwynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2015-04-23T23:00:00+00:00

With Unferth, Sigrun had always accepted his attentions, allowed him to do his best and offered little in return. She had never dominated him, ridden him like the feisty new Wealhtheow who had asserted her rightful rule as his queen. Nor had she ever labored to give him pleasure. With Grendel, too, she had given herself up to him. And her body had responded in powerful ways. With Grendel, she had felt her own power building and coursing through her body, exploding from her in orgasmic release, but as much as she recognized that power, she never felt that it was entirely hers to control. When she had taken up the giant-blade to defend herself, she had begun to feel control. Raiding Heorot to avenge Grendel had given her a strange sense of exhilaration. Now, kissing Beowulf, she felt a surge of excitement. She did this. She chose this. She wanted this.

They sat up, still kissing. She ran her fingers over his chain mail, feeling for openings and tugging at the fastenings of his arm guards. He stood up, pulling her to her feet, and stepped back. He shed his arm guards and pulled off the coat of mail. She unfastened the buckles of her breastplate and let it fall to the floor. Piece by piece, they both removed their various cuffs and straps. She peeled off her tunic, boots, and leggings, leaving only the thin fabric of her undergarments clinging to her curves. He smiled and pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled, hairy chest. She smiled back.

He pulled her into his arms, and she began kissing him again, kissing his face and neck, kissing his broad chest. She ran her hands down his sides to his waist and began unfastening his pants. Her fingers found their way inside to release his swollen prick. She felt a gush of her own juices as she took his big, beautiful cock in her hand. It was very big, the unnaturally large member of an unnaturally large and strong man. She wondered how many girls Beowulf had frightened out of his bed at the sight of this thing. It must have been many, because he pulled back slightly, began to offer apologies in anticipation of her shock. She stopped him, chuckling, pressing a finger to his lips.

"It is absolutely perfect."

She dropped to her knees and began to kiss the head. It was so big, she wasn't sure she would be able to fit it into her mouth, but she thought she could try. She ran her tongue around the crown, caressing the length of the shaft with her fingers and drawing a groan from Beowulf. She flicked her tongue against the underside of the tip, circled the head again, gradually making it slippery and wet before opening her mouth as wide as it could go and pulling the whole thing in.

"Ahhhh!" He gasped as she sucked at the head of his cock, slowly taking in more and more of the shaft. She cupped his balls with one hand while she gripped and rubbed the rest of his shaft with the other.

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