The Son Of Ragnar

Ragnar and Askild put on a grand display, patting and laughing with each other for all to see.

All was well but deep down, they both hated each other despite their reasons for doing so varying.

But then, Ragnar set eyes on the love of his life and his heart began beating like it was trying to rip itself out of his chest.

Lagertha looked even more beautiful than he remembered and a sheepish smile crept up on his face.

"Ragnar, is that really you...?" Lagertha questioned, tears welling up in her eyes and Ragnar, like usual, had a smart response to this.

"You are dreaming Lagertha! Wake up!" Ragnar shouted but this only made his wife laugh.

"Yup, you are definitely my husband!" Lagertha said as she ran into his arms.

Ragnar missed this, her warmth. His hands went lower, grabbing her butt and this surprised Lagertha.

"R-Ragnar! We are in public!" Lagertha reminded him and Ragnar immediately let go of her, clearing his throat in embarrassment.

He looked left and right, all eyes were on him because of his status but he did not regret groping his wife.

Lagertha grabbed him by the hand and both of them eloped but this made his Generals look in confusion because they did not know what to do now.

Should they follow Ragnar or should they wait here?

They decided to wait here because they knew Ragnar wanted alone time with his wife and it would be weird if they intruded on his quality time.

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Lagertha did not hesitate, she dragged him into the house and began stripping Ragnar.

Ripping the clothes he had on his body, Ragnar has never seen Lagertha this hungry for sex.

She was overcome with lust and the only thing she wanted right now was Ragnar's dick between her luscious thighs.

Even Ragnar could not get anything in, before he knew it, he was thrown onto the bed.

For a warrior that had conquered battlefields, it was ironic that Ragnar could not conquer his wife in the bedroom.

"I have missed you, Ragnar!" Lagertha said, she had ripped Ragnar's clothes apart like a wild animal yet slid out of hers like a delicate princess.

"Damn! Lagertha! Did your body get even more naughty?" Ragnar complimented his wife.

"Why don't you come and find out?" Lagertha teased, she could see Ragnar's dick already throbbing, waiting for her gentle touch.

Ragnar tried to stand but Lagertha forced him down on the bed, she was freakishly strong but not stronger than Ragnar Lothbrok.

Ragnar loved it when she thought she was in control because she was rough with him.

She looked right into his eyes and both of them kissed passionately, burying their tongues into the mouth of one another.

Their tongues danced like they were one, and Ragnar's hands wandered, he grabbed the ass of his wife, digging his nails into her butt cheeks.

Lagertha moaned lightly, Ragnar could feel her dripping wet pussy marinating his dick, his slanted shaft being warmed by the heat emanating from his wife's pussy.

She began grinding on his shaft slowly, Ragnar grabbed her waist to control the rhythm.

Her pussylip felt every vein that protruded from Ragnar's dick rubbing against not only her clit but pussy slit.

"Fuck Ragnar! You know I will go crazy if you keep teasing me! Put it in!" Lagertha had given up and was now begging Ragnar. She thought she was in control but had conceded because each time she felt Ragnar's rough hands on her gentle skin, it sent a jolt of lighting through her spine.

She kept grinding on his shaft and even Ragnar knew he would cum at this rate because the noises that escaped the lips of his wife were not only slutty but she sounded anything but refined.

Ragnar wanted to take his time, he wanted to cherish this moment and the moment he felt like he was about to cum from Lagertha grinding and moaning, he threw Lagertha off of him.

The lust in his eyes, feeling the pheromones of lust escape the delicate skin of his wife.

Ragnar's tongue trailed her body, from her neck down to her belly button.

The sweet taste of her sweat danced on his tongue, and before long Ragnar, Ragnar's tongue laid on her pelvis.

"Spread your legs." This single command from Ragnar made Lagertha's coochie literally have a heartbeat, she was dripping wet and she felt her clit tingle with every word that came out of his mouth.

Without any resistance, Lagertha's thighs parted like the red sea.

Her husband's hot breath, brushed against her clit as Lagertha bit her lower lips but Ragnar had been married to her for far too long not to know her weak points.

Ragnar had a skill he could do with his tongue and that was to make it vibrate, it almost looked like he had placed a vibrator on it to get it to move the way it fits but he did not. He placed his tongue on her clit and the moans that escaped Lagertha's lips were chaotic.

She held his head in place, clasping her thighs to trap his head. Ragnar could not breathe but the more he struggled the better it felt for Lagertha.

"That is it, Ragnar! Claim me, let me make a mess on your face!" Lagertha was not thinking straight at this point and Ragnar was surprised by how strong her thighs were. But Ragnar found this equally as hot and he was fighting everything in him not to cum.

Lagertha had an orgasm, making a mess on her husband's face, soaking his beard in her cum.

She began twitching like she was having a seizure but she was still fully conscious, and she was not nearly down with Ragnar.

She was going to use him for years of pent-up sexual frustrations, and Ragnar knew he had a long day ahead of him as Lagertha had a very high sex drive.

"I am just getting started! Next, I am going to empty your balls in me!" Lagertha said and Ragnar had a sheepish smile on his face.

This was definitely worth the wait.