#vkings

“N-nothing. I’m–” You cleared your throat and tried to give him the most honest smile possible. “I’m fine. Yes, I’m fine! Everything’s fine.” You nodded your head for good measure – perhaps a little too quick for it to be credible.

Before he could protest, you cupped his face and forced his lips down on yours. Hvitserk wasn’t one to complain. He hummed in approval, hands resuming their work and roaming over the soft skin of your thighs.

Trying to shut out your stupid thoughts and insecurities, you growled into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of his smooth tongue brushing against yours. You spread your trembling legs wider to welcome him.

You wanted this. Gods, you wanted this more than anything since the first time you laid eyes on them and heard about their habit to share their women. Being pressed between their powerful and warm bodies was the only fantasy that could get you off, fast and hard, in the privacy of your bed. And now that it was clearly happening, nervousness was ruining everything. Just because it was the first time you would be in bed with a man – two men in that case. It was a secret you stubbornly kept to yourself, even if admitting it would be the right thing to do and you knew it. But you feared that your inexperience would throw them off and that they would be not so willing to take you if they knew the truth.

When one of Hvitserk’s hands slithered under your gown and crept up your inner thigh – fully intending to reach your cunt – your whole body contracted, and your breathing became uneasy, forcing you to break the kiss with a loud and shaky gasp.

“Brother, wait.” Ubbe ordered firmly, his voice leaving no other option but to obey.

Hvitserk froze on top of you and cupped your thigh instead, stroking your burning skin back and forth as he glared at his brother, clearly displeased by the constant interruption.

“What is it?” He grunted.

Ubbe ignored him and stood up, made his way toward the bed and sat next to you. “I can see you’re uncomfortable. If you want this to stop, you can tell us. We won’t get mad.”

“N-No, I just drank a little too much, that’s all.” If you could, you would have struck yourself for the constant shake in your voice.

Your words didn’t seem to convince them – if anything, they made them frown harder.

Hvitserk tilted his head, squinting in suspicion. “You don’t seem drunk to me. Your mouth doesn’t even taste like ale. And my brother is right, you’re a bit… rigid.”

Slightly offended, you scoffed. You became more and more frustrated within seconds; frustrated by them and frustrated by yourself.

You finally snapped, letting out an irritated noise. “Can’t you two just fuck me already? I said I’m fine!”

The brothers’ eyes widened in surprise at your outburst. They looked at each other and left your question hanging as they seemed to talk to each other with their eyes only. Stupid brotherly thing.

When they turned their attention back on you, Hvitserk’s lips twitched as if he was trying to restrain a smile.

Before you could ask what was so funny, Ubbe gently cupped your cheek and turned your head toward him, thumb stroking your skin in an appeasing way. You couldn’t help but melt under this simple gesture.

“You’re our friend, love. We need you to be at ease with us. It’s no fun for any of us if you’re stiff, try to –”

Before he had a chance to finish his sentence, Hvitserk exclaimed, “Wait, are you a virgin?” A large smile played on his lips, brows almost reaching his hairline as he watched you like he just resolved one of the biggest mystery ever.

Your heart skipped a beat and your facial expression pretty much matched Hvitserk’s – just without the smile. Your mouth bobbed like a fish instead, brain trying to find something clever to say to deny, but it was already too late. Your face talked a million time louder than any other word.

A giggle escaped Hvitserk’s mouth. His calloused hand on your thigh – that had stilled minutes before – restarted heavily petting and squeezing your skin more firmly.

Ubbe bit his lips, failing at restraining a smirk. “Is that true?” He asked smoothly.

Your face was on fire and a painful pressure bit your heart. “Don’t mock me.”

“We’re not mocking you – well, perhaps we’re are but only because you could have told us right at the beginning.” Hvitserk chuckled again, shaking his head slightly before leaning toward your ear and seductively whispering loud enough for Ubbe to hear, “If you had done that, you would already be screaming for us by now.”

His words sent burning tingles right between your legs and reflexively, you sought out his mouth. Hvitserk hungrily gave it to you, pushing his tongue past your lips in eagerness.

Another laugh coming from Ubbe made you break the kiss and lift your eyes toward him while Hvitserk resumed his kisses along your neck, slowly making his way down to the cleavage of your dress.

In a swift motion, Ubbe took his tunic off and carelessly threw it on the floor. “Well, that’s what I call an eventful night.” He winked before grabbing his cup and swallow the rest of its content. If anything, the secret of your virginity you thought shameful only seemed to make them hungrier for you.

You could barely concentrate on his words; his muscular torso making it hard to focus. Your fingers already twitched at the sight of it, desperately wanting to run over the hair between his pectorals and disappearing under the waistband of his pants. Ubbe wasted no more time and quickly climbed onto the mattress, lying on his side next to your trembling body.

His fingers wrapped around your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek in an affectionate touch. A shiver ran down your spine as his lips crooked into a knowing smile.

You were so lost in his comforting face that you didn’t feel Hvitserk’s hands starting to pull your dress up your legs urgently. His deep voice almost startled you.

“Arms up.” He hurried.

Ubbe’s grip tightened around your jaw as he slowly came closer to your face, his nose almost touching yours.

“Is that really the way you want to do your first time?” He asked again, just to make sure you were completely fine with what would happen next.

You rolled your eyes at him with a soft chuckle, fully intending to reassure him but Hvitserk was faster. He growled impatiently, eyes sending daggers at his brother.

“She has already told us the answer, brother. Now, let go of her so I can take off this fucking dress.”

Ubbe ignored his little brother’s heavy glare and kept his eyes locked on yours.

“I’m not asking you, Hvitserk. I’m asking her.” He said calmly. “Y/N?”

You impatiently nodded, “Yes, Ubbe. I want it. I want you both, please.”

Something shifted into Ubbe’s eyes. Before you knew it, his lips claimed yours hungrily, wrapping his large hand around your throat in a possessive grip to keep your head in place. You mewled at the softness of his lips and the taste of sweetness the ale left on his tongue. Your hand instinctively curled around the back of his neck, eagerly pressing his face closer. Ubbe took the opportunity to force the passage of his velvet tongue inside your mouth when you gasped at the harsh movements of his lips.

A growl erupted inside Hvisterk’s toned chest as he mumbled into the soft tissue of your dress something you recognized as ‘finally’ before grasping the hem of your dress again and pull it just under your chin. Ubbe broke the kiss with a wet sound, hands reaching at your gown to remove it totally, leaving it abandoned on the floor.

Both the arousal and the nerves left you trembling on the mattress, nipples already hardening under the hungry pairs of eyes of your lovers.

Hvitserk didn’t waste another second – he had been denied too long for his liking. He made his way down the curves of your body, leaving two wet kisses on each of your nipples before aiming for his goal – your sweet pussy. He urgently grabbed your legs by your knees and throw them on his broad shoulders, his erratic hot breath fanning directly over your slit.

“Have you ever been eaten out, love?” He asked playfully, mischievous eyes not leaving the delicious sight in front of him.

“No…” You breathed out, mesmerized by the foreign sight of his head so close to your tingling cunt.  

Hvitserk simply smirked and sent you a wink before burying his face between your thighs, warm tongue licking a broad strip along your wet folds. It felt like an electric shock. Your mouth fell open at the foreign sensation, breath catching inside your throat. Ubbe’s hot breath fanned over your cheek as he chuckled at your reaction, immediately followed by his brother.

“Come on, Hvitserk, show her what you can do.”

Hvitserk locked eyes with you before diving in directly for your clit. He sucked, licked, flicked at the sensitive nub mercilessly, mischievous blue eyes still wide open. The sounds that escaped your lips were unfamiliar, you could barely recognize your own voice. Your hips started to move against his face and Hvitserk hummed in approval against your aching clit. Your hands didn’t know where to go or what to do. They alternated between fisting the furs and waving uselessly in the air until Hvitserk grabbed your wrists and guided your fingers to his long and soft unbraided hair. You held on to it – hard. Voice becoming louder and higher, resounding in the chamber and surely in the corridors surrounding it too. But you couldn’t care less at this point.

“Look at the mess you’re making …” Ubbe whispered hotly into your ear, voice sending another wave of heat down your core. “Leaving his face wet and slick.”

At his brother’s words, Hvitserk growled and gently nipped the skin of your mound earning a strangled cry from you. One more flick of his skilled tongue and you were already coming, writhing and sobbing at the intensity of it until you had to weakly push his head away. Little whimpers left your mouth with each raspy breath. Eyes still closed from bliss, you jerked when his tongue gently gave your folds kitten licks in a soothing motion. You opened heavy eyelids, just in time to see Hvitserk happily sucking on his bottom lip with a pleased hum.

“And I didn’t even have to use my fingers.” He bragged to Ubbe, flashing his white teeth in a proud smile.

You would have rolled your eyes if you had had the strength, but the remains of your potent orgasm were still sending light electric shocks in your veins. You felt numb and warm. Ubbe chuckled, extending his arm to give his little brother a playful slap on his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, well done. But you also didn’t stretch her enough.”

Ubbe’s lips crashed onto yours before you could have the chance to catch your breath. His hand gave your hip a squeeze before sliding between your legs, gently spreading the moist gathered at your entrance around your folds.

“Are you ready?” He rasped.

“Yes, Ubbe.”

He carefully pushed his middle finger inside, sliding in at an incredibly slow pace in search for any resistance. He found none, Hvitserk’s magic tongue made sure of that. You could see the question into his bright eyes – are you all right? – and you responded with a confident smile, even dared to lift your hips into his hand.

Hvitserk – who was still lying on his belly between your legs – rubbed his nose into your mound, eyes closed, and eyebrows furrowed, before leaving a trail of wet kisses along your stomach up to your breasts.

Ubbe slipped another finger inside of you, gently pumping, scissoring and rubbing, eager to tear out of you those sweet sounds he had heard minutes before. And he did – clever fingers slowly driving you crazy. Your body wanted – needed more.

“Please… Fuck me.” You whined, all shame gone.

Ubbe smirked, eyes fixed on his fingers plunging deeper and quicker into your wetness, “Which one of us do you want, hum?”

“Both, I want you both.”

Hvitserk snorted, “Bold of you to assume you can handle double penetration the first time.”

This time you did roll your eyes, grunting in annoyance as they laughed whole-heartedly.

“You know what I mean!” You grumbled – then hiss when Ubbe slid his thumb along your folds to reach your sensitive clit.

“I’ll take you first.” He stated and pulled his fingers out. “Hvitserk doesn’t really have any self-control once he’s inside.” He smirked at his brother before tasting your juice off his digits.

“Hey! I have self-control. I’m not a beast!” Hvitserk exclaimed, perched on his elbows. You couldn’t help but laugh at his offended face, looking like a pouting puppy.

“I’ve seen you, brother, and believe me, you are.”

Even if their bickering lightened your mind, the ache between your things was still there. You didn’t even listen to Hvitserk’s response. Instead, you boldly reached for the hems of their pants, tugging hard to turn their attention back on you.

“I want these off.” You spoke firmly over him.

“Come take them off yourself.” Ubbe teased as he laid on his back next to you, immediately mimicked by his little brother.

You blushed both in shyness and arousal. In a hurry, you sat up on your heels to face them. A small amused smile playing on your face seeing these handsome men on their back for you. Their noticeable bulges of their breeches making you salivate. With a shaking hand, you reached first for Ubbe, slowly grabbing the laces tightly bound. With one pull, you undid them and grabbed the waistband to gently push the fabric down his muscular legs to throw it alongside your dress.

His shaft stood proud on his abs, tip already glistening with arousal. He was decently long, enough to make you wonder if every inch of him could fit inside of you. Your eyes met his. He had a boyish smile his face, eyes partially shut as he gauged your reaction.

A throaty sound was heard, coming from Hvitserk who waited not so patiently. His eyebrows lifted up as to say, ‘what about me’? You walked on your knees toward him, laughing when his face broke out in an incredibly large smile. Without wasting time, you quickly untied his breeches, sliding it down his thighs. Hvitserk helped you by quacking his legs in the air to take it off himself. He didn’t even give you time to admire his body; his hand urgently grasped your hip, trying to pull you onto his hips. A hot rush flooded your core at his eagerness and you found yourself giving in – only to be stopped by a strong arm wrapping around your waist.

“Me first, brother. We agreed to that.”

A loud whine left his mouth, but Hvitserk complied. Ubbe huffed into your ear, murmuring low enough for only you to hear, “I told you, no self-control.” His mouth left wet kisses down your neck, prominent erection pressing against your ass.

You didn’t mind it one bit. But you almost felt guilty not to give yourself to Hvitserk first just by looking at his soft frustrated face.

“Maybe I can touch him. I mean… while you fuck me, Ubbe.”

Hvitserk’s face lit up, a cocky smile crooking his rosy lips. Ubbe sighed then chuckled, nodding in the crook of your neck, “If you can focus enough, I don’t see any issues.”

With that, he laid you down the bed, rapidly getting on top of you. In pure instinct, your legs wrapped around his hips. ‘Eager thing’ you heard Ubbe hissing under his breath. One of his hands crawled back between your legs as the other supported his weight. Thick fingers probed at your entrance once more, stubbornly making sure you were wet enough. He then grabbed a clay pot on his nightstand before covering his cock with oil. Hvitserk seemed unsure to where the best position for him would be; he just wanted your hand on his cock – as quickly as possible.

He eventually decided to sit just next to your head, back against the headboard. You finally have quite a view of his shaft from this angle – a little smaller than Ubbe’s but just as thick. Tip a dark red, so dark you wondered if it was hurting him. Carefully, you reached for it, sliding two fingers against the sticky liquid coming from it. It took Hvitserk by surprise, making him jerked and cussed under his breath. His hand grabbed yours a little too roughly, and forced your fingers closed around his girth. Ubbe handed him the pot which he quickly took and bent to pour oil onto his cock, not caring if half of it went on the sheets.

Your hand started to move slowly and steadily, trying different type of pressure.

“Yes,” Hvisterk hissed between his gritted teeth. “Just like that, kitten.”

His eyes were locked on your hand – only to lose focus when you started going faster, careful not to leave out the head of his cock. His head fell back and bumped the wall as he groaned – a sound going straight to your still empty and aching pussy.

Ubbe was patiently waiting for you to turn back your attention to him, letting his little brother enjoy a bit – because he knew that once he would get inside you, you would be too overwhelmed to focus on your movements.

“Ubbe…” You whispered urgently, digging your heels into his plump butt cheeks.

He nodded, a bit relieved. He could feel his patience running low.

“You want me to do it fast or slow?” He rasped.

If it was going to hurt, you wanted all the pain in one go.

“Fast, please.”

The prince between your legs took hold of his solid cock and lined himself, gave a few rubs along your slit before plunging into your cunt, hips colliding harshly with yours.

You let out a strangled scream and your nails dug into Hvitserk’s thighs, making him hiss in pain.

Ubbe growled deep in his throat, eyes shut tight as he tried not to ram into your tightness and have some restrain to give you time to stretch enough for him. He’s not a beast – that’s what he liked to say. But at this moment, he very much wanted to give in to his primal instinct.

“Alright?” He forced the words between his gritted teeth.

“Yes!” You squealed, “You can move.”

Ubbe’s chest deflated as he exhaled in relief. He dug his fists on each side of your body before starting to thrust.

“Fuck…” He whispered.

Your walls welcomed him so good, so warm – all he wanted was to grip beneath your soft thighs, fold you in two and pound into your cunt. Soon, he thought. He didn’t want to hurt you. Instead, he built a rhythm, slow and steady.

Soft moans came out between your parted and swollen lips with each thrust Ubbe gave you. The burn of his girth was still present, but it was fading. It wasn’t unpleasant, and you were too busy at admiring your prince to care. Ubbe looked like a god, moving with practice above you. His single and long braid wrapped on one shoulder, bouncing with the movement of his body. Abs and biceps contracting every time his hips met yours. But what you liked the most was his face – brows furrowed, eyes shut tight and lips parted, panting rashly. He looked frustrated and you wondered what you could do something to ease his features.

Your hand found his cheek, stroking his beard lovingly. His eyes opened, immediately softening when you smiled at him.

“How does it feel?” It wasn’t Ubbe’s but Hvitserk’s voice that spoke into your ear.

You had almost forgotten he was there. Your hands had long ago stopped tending to his abandoned cock.

“Feels good, so good.” You moaned, hand reaching for Hvitserk’s shaft pressed against his abs.

But he stopped you, gripping your wrist. “As much as I want your little hand on my cock, kitten, I feel like you wouldn’t do a good job with Ubbe between your legs.” He smirked, looking at his brother plunging deep inside you.

You frowned, feeling a little insulted and open your mouth to protest. Whatever word you were going to say was swallowed when Ubbe gave you a sharp thrust. You squealed beneath him, hips raising in instinct. Suddenly, his movement became more aggressive, going faster and meeting your skin in a loud clap sound that resounded into the room. Your breath was stuck into your throat and your eyes widening at the sudden and intense sensation. Your hand clawed at his back as the other found Hvitserk’s hand, crushing his fingers.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” The younger brother chuckled.

He brought your hand to his mouth to leave a kiss before leaning to claim your lips hungrily. You whimpered into his mouth under Ubbe’s hard pace. Then, Hvitserk went straight for your bouncing breasts, burying his head in between before capturing a nipple into his hot mouth. His clever fingers found your clit. Your back arched, one hand tracing red angry lines down Ubbe’s back as the other pulled at Hvitserk’s hair. Moans turning into screams. It only seemed to fuel the brothers’ lust more. Hvitserk whimpered into your breasts as his hips rutted against the furs to try and ease the ache of his cock. Ubbe pounded into you with abandon, grunts and moans loud and clear, mixing beautifully with your own sounds.

“Ub-Ubbe…” You panted, feeling your orgasm building.

He growled at the sweet sound of your voice calling for him. He didn’t forget his fantasy and was well determined to accomplish it before the tingling in his balls became too much and his orgasm crashed over him.

He not so kindly patted his brother shoulder and rasped, “Let go of her.”

Hvitserk wailed softly against the skin of your breast before complying half-heartedly. You didn’t have time to see his next movement that Ubbe wrapped his arms beneath your knees and pushed your legs against your torso. This new angle made you see stars, eyes rolling in the back of your head. The wave of pleasure hit you brutally and you cried out, hands fisting the furs on the bed.

Ubbe couldn’t restrain his orgasm any longer and followed, howling into your ear. He shot his seed deep and heavy inside you before releasing your legs on his sides and collapsing head first between your breasts.

Exhaling deeply in bliss, you caressed his nape gently with your nails. Ubbe gave you a loving smile and pressed his lips against yours.

“Alright?” He asked again.

“Yes, I’m fine. More than fine, actually.” You giggled as he peppered kisses all over your face.

“My turn.” Hvitserk rasped, desperation into his voice.

You looked at him. He had his fist wrapped around his hard cock and was stroking ever so slowly not to trigger his own release. Ubbe hadn’t forgotten his brother. He could only imagine how much he was aching to touch you. Quickly, he pulled out, taking just one more second to himself to watch his cum dripping down your folds before rolling on his back with a content sigh.

“I’m all yours, Hvitserk.” You moaned. Seeing how patient he had been and how his face looked so desperate triggered something in you – you just wanted to please him.

You approached him on all four and straddled his thighs. Hvitserk let himself fall on his back, hands urgently gripping your hips, surely leaving the mark of his digits. A little unsure, you raised on your knees to hover over his leaking cock. And before you could make any moves, Hvitserk pushed you down, raising his hips at the same time. You both yelped, and you had to steady yourself with your hands on his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes! Finally!” He grunted.

He looked so good beneath you. Chest glistening with sweat, eyes unfocused, hair a beautiful mess on the pillows and delicious sounds leaving his plump lips. You just wanted to kiss him. But you couldn’t do much movements as he painfully held your hips in his hands and rammed into you from below. He wasn’t going to last long, you could say. Wanting to help him find his much-deserved release, you tightened your walls, examining his face to see his reaction.

“Shit, shit, do that again.” He ordered urgently.

You happily complied, whining at the delicious feeling of his shaft.

“I want to make you come too.”

You wanted to say that it wasn’t a competition but Hvitserk was faster, already wetting his thumb and circled your clit skillfully. Your entire body contracted, nails digging into his flesh to cope with the sudden pressure exploding into your body.

“Hvitserk!” Head thrown back, you shrieked.

And just as his big brother did, Hvitserk spilled his warmth with a shout, coating your walls. You felt giddy and not an ounce of strength was left in your body. Hvitserk’s arms slithered around your waist and pulled you down onto his chest. His hand stroked your back, calming the shudders shaking your body.

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you.” He promised.

Being so warm and satisfied was quickly making you fall asleep. A pair of lips kissed your forehead before hands gently pulled you from Hvitserk only to have your back pressed against another muscular chest. Soft furs were placed onto your body. Another body slithered his way under the covers and snuggled against your breasts. You felt one last kiss on your head before you feel into a deep slumber.