Um I was wondering if you could do a thors x reader ( Vinland saga) fic please and I was hoping for a smut but if your not cool with that it’s ok as long as it’s thors I don’t care. Oh and plot um maybe the reader is his wife or something idk am not good with plots
Please and thank you 🙏 ☺️
A/N: I sincerely apologize for the time it took me to reply 🙌🏻😭.
I didn’t write an explicit scene, but some parts (notably toward the end) are slightly suggestive.
I truly hope you’ll see this and enjoy it, @creatorismynameboi07.
Trigger Warning: female reader, mention of pregnancy (the reader is not pregnant!), mention of shaming women without children, mention of infertility, backward mentality regarding women’s roles and place in society
Synopsis: It was cold outside. Your husband had gone out, and you were quietly waiting for his return.
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It was cold outside. Winter was at its peak, and the freezing temperatures were seeping through the wooden walls of the house. You were sitting near the hearth, in a semi-reclined position on a pile of thick furs. The warmth of the crackling fire gently caressed your face, contrasting with the imagined bite of the cold outside. Your fingers absentmindedly brushed the edge of a blanket, and your slightly lost gaze was directed towards the window.
You were grateful that your husband, Thors, was here right now. His mere presence was enough to lighten the weight of winter and the worries that sometimes weighed on you. He wasn’t on a battlefield, and just the thought of that warmed you more than the flames in front of you. You let out a sigh, comforted by the idea that he was outside, just a few steps away, gathering wood to fuel the fire.
Of course, as a high-ranking warrior, he could have entrusted this task to a servant. Many would have done so without a second thought, but not him. Thors knew how much you disliked this practice, how it went against your principles. He respected your values, always, and that deep respect you shared was one of the many pillars of your relationship.
You closed your eyes for a moment, soothed by the crackling of the flames and the memory of his smile. You could almost picture him, crossing the snow confidently, his broad shoulders carrying the weight of the wood he was bringing back for you. Despite the cold, you knew he would return soon, his face reddened by the icy air, but still as calm and warm as ever.
You watched the flames crackling in the hearth, their orange tongues dancing with hypnotic grace. The longer you stared, the more they made you think of dancers, twirling in a frantic, almost enchanting choreography. The creaking of the burning wood echoed softly in the room, and you allowed yourself to be carried away by this peaceful atmosphere. Your body, rocked by the warmth and the regular rhythm of the fire, began to feel heavy. Slowly, you could feel sleep creeping in, gently slipping into the arms of Morpheus.
But this tranquility was abruptly shattered by a loud noise. The door slammed open, letting in a gust of icy air. You immediately sat up, your eyes slightly widened, before relaxing as you recognized the imposing figure of your husband.
Thors entered, his heavy footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. If you didn’t know better, such an appearance could have frightened you. He wasn’t particularly tall like Thorkell, but his build, broad shoulders, and determined gaze were enough to inspire a certain fear. However, to you, this impressive figure symbolized safety and tenderness.
You sat up on the bed, a smile forming on your lips as you watched him drop the logs he had brought. Without a word, he began to tend to the fire, the flames almost immediately rekindling under his attention.
“You took your time,” you hummed softly, your tone light.
He nodded, a slight smile on his lips.
“I had to go all the way to the Eastern Forest,” he replied. “Sorry for taking so long.”
You smiled back, shaking your head slightly.
“It was just an observation, not a reproach.”
His gaze softened, and he returned your smile, that warm expression that melted even the harshest cold.
“And besides, you weren’t gone long,” you replied with a light smile. “I didn’t even have time to get cold.”
Thors looked up at you, a playful gleam in his eyes.
“But you had time to get bored enough to doze off,” he said gently, a corner of his lips curling into an almost imperceptible smile.
He paused, his eyes drifting to the flames. The dancing shadows of the fire played across his face, highlighting his rugged features and thoughtful expression.
“You know, I think a bit of company wouldn’t hurt you,” he finally said, his voice deep but tinged with softness. “When I’m not here, you’re alone, and I worry that such solitude, over long periods, might start to weigh on you… or even drive you mad.”
These words made you frown. It wasn’t the first time he had mentioned this idea. The other times, he had merely dropped hints, phrases slipped into the course of conversation. But this time, he was clear, almost insistent. You remained silent for a moment, staring at him, trying to decipher the emotions behind his words.
He spoke again after a brief pause, his voice calm but slightly hesitant:
“I know perfectly well that the idea of buying slaves doesn’t sit well with you,” he said, briefly glancing at you. “We can make do with servants. And honestly, I don’t like seeing you overloaded with chores, as sometimes happens.”
“No,” you replied firmly, almost immediately.
Thors turned slightly towards you, surprised by the determination in your voice.
“I don’t like servants, even less than slaves,” you added, your gaze fixed on him. “Servants are curious. They listen at doors and spend their time gossiping about everyone’s little secrets among themselves.”
He remained silent, his features relaxed but his gaze attentive, allowing you to continue.
“Besides, I don’t mind doing the chores,” you continued. “If I really don’t want to do something, I can always pay someone to do it. Then they’ll leave, and I’ll be at peace.”
A slight smile crossed your lips at the end of your sentence, but Thors remained thoughtful. After a moment, he finally moved from his crouching position in front of the fire. Slowly, he stood up, his imposing figure silhouetted against the flickering light of the flames. He crossed the room in a few steps and sat down next to you on the bed.
His presence was comforting, as always. You felt the warmth of his body, still tinged with the cold from outside, and you could tell he was still thinking about your words.
Thors closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, a heavy breath of resignation, as if silently saying: Fine. Then he opened his eyes to look at you again, his expression calm but tinged with slight concern.
“In that case, why don’t you go out more with the other women?”
You furrowed your brow slightly before responding, your tone sharper than usual.
“I suppose you’re talking about Astrid and Solveig’s group?”
He nodded gently, his gaze fixed on you.
“You know I don’t like them,” you continued. “They’re as venomous as vipers and as hypocritical as crows who whisper in the ears of the powerful, only to mock them behind their backs.”
Thors remained silent, listening attentively to your words.
“I’ve had plenty of opportunities to observe them when I worked at Sigvaldi’s,” you added, crossing your arms. “And I know I want nothing to do with them.”
He nodded slowly, accepting your arguments. It was true, you had worked at Sigvaldi’s before your marriage. That was actually how your paths had crossed for the first time. As he thought back to that time, a thought crossed his mind.
Voici la traduction de ton texte en anglais :
— And Helga, Sigvaldi’s daughter? he suddenly asked, breaking the silence that had settled between you. She’s different, isn’t she? She’s kind. You even told me she was pleasant to be around.
He looked at you with curiosity, as if searching for a glimmer of hope in your response, a possibility that you might have a companion who would suit you.
— Helga? you repeated softly, as if her name evoked a distant echo.
A slight smile appeared on your lips, tinged with nostalgia.
— Helga is kind. She’s pleasant and respectful to everyone. She’s truly a lovely woman, you murmured, almost to yourself.
You surprised yourself thinking back to the moments you had shared. You had truly enjoyed her company. Helga was one of the few people you considered a real friend. In fact, it was one of the things you regretted about your marriage: not seeing her as often as before.
However, you knew Helga had one big flaw, and it was the same as yours. She didn’t like socializing. She preferred peace, and her mere presence was enough for her. Like you, she didn’t seek unnecessary company. And since she got married last spring, she had been seen even less.
You lowered your head, reflecting. Your marriage to Thors was already more than a year and a half ago. You had gotten married two summers ago. The following autumn, you had talked to Helga at a banquet. That was the last time you truly exchanged words. You hadn’t even congratulated her on her marriage. In truth, you had never thought it was worth congratulating. You didn’t have a high opinion of the man she had married, and that thought had prevented you from reaching out to her.
Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that Thors had been watching you carefully for a while.
— Helga is lovely, you finally said, looking up at him. But it’s been too long since I’ve spoken to her. It would be strange to reconnect now. She’s probably living her life just fine without me.
Thors hesitated for a moment before responding, choosing his words carefully.
— Actually, I’ve heard her morale hasn’t been the best, he confessed.
You furrowed your brows slightly, intrigued.
— Why?
— She still hasn’t gotten pregnant, he explained gently, his eyes lingering for a moment on the flames.
These words struck you. Had Helga been having difficulties in her marriage? You didn’t know what to think, but a pang of guilt crept in at the thought of having left her without news for so long.
— Do you think her husband reproaches her for it? you asked, your gaze lost in the flickering glow of the fire.
Thors nodded slowly, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
— Not just him, but everyone else around her, he added in a grave voice. It’s one of the main purposes of marriage: to produce heirs.
These words resonated within you, like a distant and strange echo. You had always heard that marriage was supposed to result in children, in descendants. But upon reflection, you had never truly accepted that view of things.
— Do you think it’s true? That marriage is meant to produce heirs? you asked, your tone uncertain.
Thors took a moment to respond, his eyes drifting to the flames as if searching for a deeper truth in their dance.
— The primary function of marriage is to unite two beings for eternity, he answered calmly but with conviction. The production of heirs follows naturally.
You looked at him, but your mind was elsewhere, turned toward this reflection. You knew you had often talked about the importance of unity, the love you shared. You had already acted on that many times. However, it had been initiated in the search for pleasure, a desire to become one with each other. But at the moment those words were spoken, a question formed in your mind, one that seemed even more relevant at that moment.
You turned your gaze to the window, your mind troubled, your eyes searching for an answer where there was none.
— If I couldn’t have children, would you consider our marriage a failure? you said, your voice almost a whisper, your gaze still fixed on the outside landscape.
He stayed silent for a moment, probably surprised by your question. When he responded, his voice was soft but firm, as if he wanted to reassure you while staying grounded in reality.
— What an odd question, he said with a slight smile. Of course not. I married you because I love you.
He moved closer to you gently, as if to emphasize his words, and placed a comforting hand on yours.
— It’s true that the idea of having little children running around doesn’t displease me, he continued with a tender smile. But if it never happens, then it won’t change anything in my life or your worth.
His words warmed your heart, but a strange melancholy lingered in your mind. You wanted to believe what he was saying, to let his words erase the doubts forming inside you. But society, the expectations of everyone around you, weighed heavily on your shoulders.
You finally turned your gaze to him, a timid but sincere smile forming on your lips.
— Thank you, you whispered.
He slowly leaned toward your ear, his warm breath brushing your skin. His whispers were gentle, soothing, like a familiar melody that warms the soul. His words were like a caress, a silent promise, and before you could respond, he placed a delicate kiss on your lips. And another, and another, and gradually, this tenderness turned into something more forceful, more sensual. The softness gave way to light nibbling.
A few hours later, you were both lying side by side on the bed, the warmth of your naked bodies mingling beneath the covers. The crackling of the fire had become a soft background melody, adding to the tranquility of the room. Thors, with a tender gesture, tucked a lock of hair that had fallen across your face. He smiled as he saw your gaze, his eyes sparkling with kindness.
You turned completely toward him, seeking to get even closer, before taking him in your arms, as if to reassure yourself in his presence. His arms closed around you, and a comforting silence settled between you, a silence that carried deep meaning.
— I’ll go see Helga tomorrow, you murmured, your voice tinged with a certain determination. But could you come with me?
He turned his head toward you, a sincere smile forming on his lips. He nodded gently.
— Of course, he replied softly, his voice full of trust.
You closed your eyes, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.
Gender neutral but the word wife is used in accordance to the reader. Typical misogynistic themes of olden times.... Thors before he became a true warrior so settle down—that's why he seems out of character.
Steel meets steel, flesh on flesh, and blood of blood scattered on the ancient grounds of god's. The battleground wages on despite any protests from the heavens. The gods are too far away to warn their creations. The Earth is too far away from the paradise they crave.
The sunlight is blocked by the violent crowd of clouds that thunder in support of the fighting below. One after another, soldiers fall to the ground like rag dolls. They crumple under the weight of the indomitable Jomsvikings. They move as not individual people but as a force of nature.
Two young and promising fighters that emit a dark and vicious bloodlust tear through the field like lions on lamb. One is a blonde that stands at a staggering seven feet seven high with two twin battle axes and hazel eyes that scream for a need for battle. The other is like a silent predator that cuts through flesh with his steel borne of others blood. His eyes are empty and lifeless, the brown dulled and mixed with the crimson red of his enemies. His black hair strands are pulled back to keep them out of his face as he searches. He is stalking. He is ready. He wants to find them. No... needs.
He was promised a wife, and that wife he shall have. To have his own future bride killed in a battle such as this would be a great shame. He would never allow such shame to fall on the shoulders of the great Jomsviking chieftain. Sigvaldi, the man who has given him someone to be able to pass on his legacy to. That is something that can never be repaid, but through the service of his battles.
His sword cuts through another lamb of sacrifice as he searches for what he was promised. He looks through the thicket of soldiers and spots the one he was looking for. He moves quickly, almost like a shadow. The enemy soldiers scream in terror and pray that being cut down by him means a chance at Vahalla. His blonde comrade joins him, Thorkell the Tall; he seems giddy to just be in a war.
He comes upon a figure a lot smaller than he, one that has fresh bruises on their body and bandages in their hands, as they patch up a foreign soldier. Thors waves off Thorkell, and he begrudgingly listens. He stalks off back into the heart of the battlefield like a child, just deprived of a toy. Thorkell occasionally glances back at Thors and the child of Sigvaldi, a strange light in his eyes as he does. Although it disappears as soon as it comes, he goes back to his slaughter.
Thors sticks his sword through the heart of the foreign soldier while his future bride stares in horror. His brows furrow as his passive gaze turns into a demonic glare. He takes his sword out of the soldier's corpse with ease. He points his sword at your throat.
"You are the child of Sigvaldi? What is the meaning of this madness? I should cut you down right now for acting like such a disgrace on the battlefield." He states in an enraged manner as his pale complexion slightly tints with exasperation.
He watches as your expression of shock turns into irritation as you so disrepectably stand against him. In less time than it takes to blink, Thors is holding your wrist within his grasp. His grasp is so tight that your bones must be getting ground into dust. You do your best not to wince as you immediately regret your rash action.
"I am your future husband, and you choose to try to slap me? First, the disrespect to battle, and now the disrespect to me." He holds back any violence against his future partner as he releases the grasp on your wrist and slices another soldier's neck.
"I am a healer! You just killed my patient! A man, woman, child, or gender non-conforming person deserves to be healed and treated with respect!" You shriek out angrily as tears spring from your glistening eyes and heavy heart.
"The enemy deserves death." Thor states in a passive tone as his calloused fingers dig into the handle of his sword. "You do as well if you are helping those we war against." No trace of emotion is heard in his voice. It is as if Odin created him from an ancient rock—unmoveable and uncaring.
You shake your head heavily as you realize who he is: Thors, the Troll of Jom. Your father is making you wed against your will. If he tells your father that you have been sneaking off the battlefield, you will be greatly punished. Still, this man, the one with no emotion in his eyes—how is he to care for you?
"What enemy?" You asked through cracked vocal inflections as you watched the battle around you. Savages seek each other's blood. Families and lives are being torn apart by the mere strings of fate that hold them together. The mothers and children will no longer have husbands or fathers. The shield maidens may never see their lovers again. "All I see is innocent blood being spilt."
"You are foolish—not fit to be the child of such a highly esteemed chieftain. If you are to be married to me, I expect the submission that is seen between a master and a slave."
"How dare you—" Before another word is able to leave your mouth, a sharp blow comes to your head. An angry shout is heard as the heat of the battle is so close to you that it is practically breathing on you. You feel a certain fuzziness rise in your veins.
The impossibly gentle touch that only a mother would be able to provide is wrapped around your body. You cuddle into the new sensation as the throbbing of your head slowly dulls. Your body relaxes, and all sounds but the faint crackling of a fire can be heard. A soft thump next to you is felt as your shoulder is brutally shaken.
"Up." Thors grating voice commands.
A mellow whine escapes your throat as your peace is broken and your consciousness slowly returns. You bring your hand up to your head swiftly as a yelp leaves your chapped lips. Your fingers ghost the bandages wrapping around your head as your entire right arm is littered with violet-blue splotches of bruised artistry. You blink the rest of the weariness from your eyes as your gaze settles on your room. The gentle lull of the fireplace, the mountain of furs you always wrap yourself in while sleeping, and the enigmatic way the wood wraps around the walls of the cabin to create this space.
Your eyes land on the slightly discontented but mostly hardened expression on your future husband's features. You avert your eyes out of instinct. It felt as if he was trying to see not just the inside of your soul but also the insides of your mind.
You scan the new cloth laid upon you while in your slumber: your regular shift dress was placed on you with new embroidery and a soft white color. Wrapping around your head is a crown of flowers with soft golden hues. A wedding arm band sits on your left arm with intricate runes only the most talented of craftsmen could make.
"We were married in your slumber. Now, as I said, up." Thors commands again. As if you were some tamed wolf that he expected to obey his every whimsy.
"I could divorce you and kill you if I wanted. It's in the Viking code." You blurt out hastily as the panic rises from your stomach into your aching throat.
Thors stands up without a sound as that same piercing glare enters your heart again. "Then do it." He states in a haughty tone as he releases his sword from its constraints. "Disgrace both of our families and end my bloodline if you so wish."
He drops his most prized possession in your lap as he makes no move against you. A single moment passes as his eyes keep their dull demeanor. His courage and hardened expression do not lighten in the slightest as your exhausted arms wield the sword. You tenderly lean the tip of the sword against his veiny neck as he slightly tenses.
Your anger wavers as your febleness takes root within you. You release the sword as it carelessly clatters onto the ground around you. You refuse to meet his callous gaze as your eyes drift towards the fallen piece of metal. The thing that has helped him slay so many. The thing that has caused an unknown amount of pain and strife.
"I can't."
"I know." A single moment passes, and then another. He seems to have lost interest in you as he turns around and begins walking off. "That's why you will never truly be my wife. You're weak."
Somewhere far away, the Norns mourn over your fate. The heavens cast their pity upon the husband for whom you have been fated. His steps are like stabs into your already fragile heart. That's the day it stopped beating.
Warnings: threesome, girl on girl action, 18+, No minors 🔞
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Summary: Before Thors and Helga get married the two have an interesting night with each other and Helga’s handmaiden.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, I’m simply in need of a bit of help.”
“With what ma’am?”
“With what ma’am?”
“Well, I’m shy to say but..I’m getting married soon and I’m a bit shy about my wedding night. If you understand what I mean.”
The room was silent for a little bit until (Name) finally spoke with a smile.
“You have nothing to worry about my lady, you’re absolutely beautiful and Thors is lucky to have you as his bride.”
“Thank you for your words (Name), but I’m referring to..well..consummating with Thors. It would be my first time doing such a thing and well..it would put me at ease if you could entertain Thors tonight.”
Shock ran through (Name)’s mind as she heard what Helga was saying to her. In honesty, her mind was blank as she in a million years wouldn’t think Helga would ask something of that nature.
“But please, if you don’t want to do such a thing you don’t have to. I would never make you do something you don’t want to do.”
Helga added in with her kind demeanor, not forgetting about how (Name) would feel about the whole ordeal. It was silent for a minute or so as (Name) thought of what her answer would be. As luck would have it the door opened and in walked the handsome and strong viking himself, getting Helga’s attention as she welcomed her fiancé. It would be a lie if (Name) thought Thors wasn’t a catch, he was more than a catch. So was Helga, both were good looking and it seemed like the two were heaven made match.
“What do you think, (Name)?”
Helga whispered in (Name)’s ear getting her attention as she was do a bit of daydreaming, scaring her at first. While pouring Thors a drink Helga waited for an answer and to her pleasure (Name) nodded her head in agreement making Helga smile as thanked (Name) twice before handing Thors a drink of ale that was in horn cup.
Thors wasn’t any wiser as to what was going on as he had seat and began to drink. It was only when he heard Helga say his name did he feel like something was about to happen.
“Yes, Helga?”
“I know we are going to get married soon and nothing would make me happier. It’s just I’m a bit nervous about well...consummating our marriage and was wondering if it would be okay if..(Name) shows me the ropes.”
Thors spewed out his drink making Helga smile but (Name) was nervous at how Thors would react. Wiping some of the ale off his chin he looked at both women in a look of disbelief.
“Show you the ropes? Helga, you can’t be serious-“
“Please Thors, it would put me at ease to know how everything works before hand. Don’t you think?”
Thors in all his years of fighting was taken back and loss for words. Looking at (Name) he looked her up and down making her turn bashful.
“And what does (Name) think about this?”
“She agrees, I asked of course.”
“Yes, I want to help in anyway I can.”
(Name) stuttered her “help” while looking down at her lap as Thors shifted in his seat still not believing his luck. Clearing his throat Thors only responded with “Very well.” Making Helga gasp with joy that everyone agreed.
“Good, go ahead (Name).”
“Now? Like, right now.”
“Well of course, the sooner the better. Would you prefer to do this on the bed Thors?”
“Yeah, I actually would.”
Bed.
Glancing over at the bed that was nearly made (Name) could feel her pulse racing before screaming as Thors picked her up in his big and strong arms. Smiling Thors reassured her “It’s just me.” While walking to the bed with Helga already at the bedside patting the middle of the bed.
“Sit her down gently, Thors.”
“Understood.”
Thors did as Helga wanted as she sat down in what was Thors chair, scooting a bit closer to the bed with a smile excited for what was going to take place. Thors was already taking off his clothes as Helga once again thanked (Name) for doing this to which (Name) nodded her head still in disbelief that this was happening.
“Alright, so this is what is going to happen Helga.”
Grabbing both of (Name)’s ankles he dragged her down to him and then separated her legs as he then crawled on the bed making (Name) squeal at the sight of Thors chest and abs. Not to mention his toned and muscled arms, a body that was simply divine to look at. Helga was a lot calmer at the sight and was more eager to see what was going to down.
“First, the dress has to come off.”
Thors added in to his sentence while taking off (Name)’s dress already getting himself in a teaching manner and once he had all of her clothes off he had to take in the sight. Before Thors could say anything Helga beat him to it.
“You have such a beautiful body (Name). Beautiful breasts.”
“I agree, they are very beautiful.”
Thors grabbed both of (Name)’s breasts as his large hands rubbed them in a circular motion making her moan at how amazing It felt, one moan after another left her and there was nothing she could do as she felt her clit getting more excited by the second.
“You’re doing a good job Thors, (Name) seems to like it.”
“That’s because I know what I’m doing and I’m not some child. Now, let me show you something else.”
Thors kissed both of (Name)’s breasts before proceeding to get between her thighs and placing her legs over his broad shoulders, delighting in the sight of having (Name)’s cunt in his face and then started to lick inside (Name)’s cunt. Helga watched as Thors began to pleasure (Name) with his tongue the moan and whimpers that came from her servant were becoming more lust filled getting her hot and bothered herself. Leaning over Helga began to continue where Thors left off by running (Name)’s breasts, surprising (Name).
“How does that feel, (Name)?”
(Name) whimpered a “good” in response making her feel ashamed but with Helga rubbing her breasts and Thors licking her cunt and licking her clit like a god there was nothing more she could do. Thors was amazing with his tongue and he knew it as he licked and flicked his tongue deep inside (Name)’s wet cunt. Listening to (Name) moan out his name was making his cock harder by the second and he couldn’t wait to be inside her, Thors thought of Helga too and he wanted to fuck her too. However, right now Thors was throughly enjoying pleasing (Name)’s cunt and would moan himself from time to time.
(Name) was in utter disbelief that this was happening as her master was rubbing her breasts while her master’s fiancé was eating her out so good that her she getting ready to orgasm already. It was too much all at once, yet this was far from over. Helga stopped rubbing (Name)’s breasts before apologizing as she took off her own clothes getting (Name)’s attention. However, Thors was too preoccupied to notice as he tending to (Name)’s clit by gently rubbing it with his finger and steadied licking her precious cunt.
Climbing on to the bed and ontop of (Name) Helga began to kiss (Name)’s neck making her whimper a loud, smiling Helga moved down to (Name)’s collar bones kissing that before moving down further to her breasts kissing both before muttering a “beautiful” and proceeding to lick (Name)’s left nipple. The pleasure (Name) was feeling was making her toes curl as Helga and Thors pleasured her body, the room was filled with their moans (Name) more so at the moment.
This soon turned to a cry for more as Thors gave one final lick to (Name)’s cunt before placing (Name)’s legs back down and standing up so he could remove his pants. When he did he wasn’t expecting his fiancé to be naked and licking another woman’s breasts, but he thanked Odin as he watched while becoming fully naked.
“Helga, I thought you wanted to watch.”
“The best experience is to do it yourself. Besides, (Name)’s breasts looked lonely.”
Helga muttered to Thors before switching over and tending to (Name)’s right breast now with her tongue. Thors then became achingly hard as he watched Helga go from kissing (Name)’s breasts to her lips, the sight made Thors cuss on the spot. The sight was so hot to see as the two kissed each other passionately as their breasts rubbed against one another. Thors knew Helga was a good kisser as well and knew (Name) was enjoying it.
“I don’t think you’re as bashful as you say you are.”
Thors watched as he sat down and rubbed his long and thick cock enjoying the view as Helga became more comfortable as she started to please (Name) with her tongue now following in Thors footsteps. Thors would sometimes give Helga tips by saying “Don’t do it so slow.” Or “You’re doing so well but don’t forget her clit.” Helga listened and obeyed earning several whimpers from her servant and when Helga finished with her beloved servant she watched her catch her breath with a smile.
“Helga, I have another lesson for you.”
Thors huffed as he very slowly rubbed himself before telling (Name) to come over to him, which took a few seconds as (Name) was still feeling amazing from Helga and Thors’s tongue. Thors gently grabbed (Name) by her waist and slowly slid his thick and large cock inside her. Stretching her precious cunt the further she went down on his cock earning moans from her and Thors. Muttering a “So tight” Thors began to fuck the maiden as he thrusted his hips upwards hitting her g-spot over and over.
Helga watched as Thors practically had his with her servant and it made her want in on the action too. Watching Thors bounce (Name) on his thick and veiny cock as she had her arms wrapped his head and her legs wrapped around waist as the words “More” and “Deeper” left (Name)’s lips. Before long (Name) was taking all of Thors’s cock, the viking was balls deep inside her now with her on her hands and knees. But that wasn’t all the viking was doing as he had Helga on her hands as well with two fingers inside her cunt as well. Both women shamelessly moaning and whimpering on Thors cock and thick fingers.
“You’re both are taking me so well. Squeezing me so bad-You are both are such good girls.”
Thors moaned before swearing for what seemed to be the hundredth time that night. However, this was drowned out as both women were now reaching their orgasm with each passing moment. Thors’s fingers would curl and then straighten out before pulling his fingers out again and repeating making Helga whimper her fiancé’s name while (Name) was now face down and ass up taking Thors’s cock the best she could as it filled her cunt up leaving no room.
Before long women had reached their orgasm almost simultaneously as Helga was first then (Name). Thors finished soon after as his thrusts were much harsher than before and when he did reach his orgasm he filled (Name)’s cunt to the brim with his cum. Giving a few sloppy thrusts as well as he praised both women for doing “such a good job.” And kissing both women on their forehead.
“Helga, do you still feel nervous?”
“No, no I don’t.”
Thors smiled at his fiancé before leaning down and whispering in (Name)’s ear who was steady trying to catch her breath.
