The Viking and the Mermaid (MF) Long

Last year I went to Norway, traveling with my best friend Cora. We made plans to stay for a full week, I had my heart set on witnessing the dancing lights and so did she.

We went north of Norway, a small and quiet town. Lots of young people there because of the university and tourists, like myself, searching for the Northern Lights. After settling in the hotel, and confirming our schedule, we walked through the town and I was able to see what living in a Victoria’s Secret catalog would look like. Every woman there was exquisite; a tall, slender, perfect combination of tan skin and blonde hair. I felt completely self-conscious.

Don’t get me wrong, I do think I’m pretty. I have long, wavy brown hair, foxy light brown eyes, fair skin with rosy cheeks, and an hourglass figure. I workout, but no matter how hard I try, I will never have legs for days like the ladies I saw walking the streets of Norway.

Cora was the most excited one, when we entered got to the group tour and saw the other tourist there was a collection of hot men for us to look at. She was dying to jump at any one of them. I, on the other hand, was not that excited. I am not a one-night stand person, I tried once and it was horrible, I think my brain needs the emotional connection to warm up my body.

So, we got into the microbus and the guide, a man named Jonas was my friend’s next “victim”. He spent the entire time staring at her, he even lost his words when she decided to remove her coat (sensually I might add). Cora is a very sensual woman, she can turn anything into a sex game, I envy her for that.

Our trip was cut short when a storm of biblical proportions hit us and made us go back to the city, sans aurora borealis. I was deeply saddened, my friend was not. It was the perfect opportunity for her to interact with Jonas.

We headed to a pub near our hotel, once we got to the town and she promptly invited him to join us. Jonas was funny and charismatic and completely crazy about my friend. I was the third wheel with nowhere to go.

Cora waited for Jonas to get distracted and she leaned over my ear and asked me to give her an hour (maybe two) alone at the hotel, we were sharing a suite, she smiled and left the pub with him a few minutes later. That was one happy guide.

I was alone with my thoughts, and boy the thoughts got darker real fast. I remembered I hadn’t had an orgasm for almost 6 months, my late boyfriend was a big taker and never a giver, a complete disappointment. He turned sex into a task, a boring, pointless task.

Fifteen minutes into this whirlpool of despair, I was about to cry thinking of my sexless life, the bartender set a hot plate of nachos in front of me. I looked confused, I didn’t order those.

“I think you got your order mixed up, I just having a beer.” I said.

“Nah. You look like you could eat something.” He winked at me and smile.

I nodded and mouthed thank you. I’m not the type to waste food and those nachos looked delicious. The man came back with two cold beers in hand and sat down at the other side of the booth.

“I accidentally made the portion too big so we might need to share.” He said placing a piece in his mouth.

“I agree, we should not let this go to waste.” I smiled and clinked my bottle into his.

“Skol.” He answered, drinking it without removing his eyes from mine.

The man in front of me was named Nils, and he had long ash-blond hair, and a full beard neatly made. His arms were covered with various tattoos and his hands were perhaps three times bigger than mine.

He was tall and muscular, with ink showing from the collar of his shirt that made my imagination run amok, wishing I could see him with his clothes on the floor. His sweet smile and soft manner were a nice contrast to his tough-guy looks, he was an easy talk, asking all the right questions, being light and funny.

For the first time in my life, I was having vivid, sexual fantasies about a person I barely knew. The more we talked, the more I could feel my body pulsating. I moved constantly trying not to feel my panties wet. I was suddenly too hot, had to remove my sweater but I only had a loose-fitting camisole top under it, the big cleavage and the silky material really did a number on my tits, and thankfully, Nils noticed.

He tried not to stare, he kept his head down and lost focus every time I leaned forward. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

We talked until the pub was empty, bottles of beer stacked on our table. I talked about my master’s degree in Archeology, he talked about his life in the navy, and how unhappy he was until he bought the pub. We discussed our families and their crazy expectations, his laugh was warm and pure. Then I noticed I had to go back to the hotel, it was beyond past the hour I said I would go back.

He walked with me to the hotel, and I wished those two blocs were further away. I didn’t want to end the night. He made me smile constantly and just looking at him sent shivers up and down my body I hadn’t felt for quite some time.

“Good night, then.” I said waving.

“Can I see you again?” He asked quickly, almost as if he was rehearsing in his head.

“Give me your phone.” I stretched my hand waiting for him to place his cell in it.

I called my number. “Now you have my number and I have yours.”

Nils held my hand, closer to his lips, and kissed softly, I felt my legs weaken. I bit my lips to prevent me from moaning in the middle of the street. What is this man doing to me?

The next morning, I told my friend everything and she was more than happy to vacate the suite so I could have it all to myself and my Viking. (That’s what she called him because he literary look like a freaking Viking.)

“I can’t believe you didn’t fuck him right at that bar. You were alone.”

“You mad? I can’t just open my legs and get it on, my parts don’t work that way.”

“Oh, for fucks sake, it’s a pussy. Say it with me, Puuuusseyyyy.”

I rolled my eyes saying pussy with her.

“My pussy doesn’t work that way.”

“It works honey, trust me. That sorry excuse for a boyfriend traumatized your beautiful pussy, but praise Odin, the Viking will fix it.”

I checked my phone a few minutes later, and there it was before 8 am a text message:

-Lunch?

-Sure. Where?

-Pub. At 12

-K

Is there anything more unromantic than lunch? In my experience lunch never leads to sex, unless you are already in a relationship, and still, after-lunch sex is just fine. But it’s never unforgivable mind-blowing scalding hot sex.

I found the best lingerie set I had in my suitcase and put a top that strategically showed a bit of my bra, hoping I could turn that lunch into dinner.

I spent my morning walking with my friend, she could not stop detailing her night with Jonas, who apparently is very good with his hands. Cora had already set another date for her with Jonas, hoping it would lead to more sex, I was so nervous I barely said a word.

“I won’t be going to the night tour today, it’s Jonas’ night off and I wanna enjoy our week.” She said smiling lavishly. “Pleeeeeease, give the Viking a chance to fix your broken pussy.

We separated after the science museum, I went for my lunch at the pub and my friend went to meet Jonas for a boat ride.

I got to the pub and a door signed says it’s closed. I checked my phone and he sent me a text:

-Back entrance. I’m in the kitchen.

Found the entrance and when I opened the door my jaw almost hit the floor. He was wearing a white apron, contrasting with his black outfit, he was even more handsome than I remembered. He was sautéing vegetables, with fire rising to the ceiling, he mixed it with such ease and control. He was chopping and whisking while I felt completely lost.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. His expression changed into a large smile.

“I was afraid you weren’t coming.” He said coming toward me.

“Why not?”

“Might have scared you away.”

I felt my cheeks blushing. How I stop myself from jumping him I have no idea.

“You didn’t.” I answered.

He pulled me closer and lift my body like it was nothing. His hands secured on my hip, left me breathless. He removed his hands, respectfully, and brushed my hair from my face.

“This hair is a hazard is this kitchen.”

“Should I tie it?” I asked concerned.

“Never, you look perfect like this. Like a mermaid.” He slowly stroked my hair, brushing his hand on my chest, I’m sure he felt my hard nipple because his smile turned to a lustful grin.

With a white wine glass on my hand, he told me to take a small sip, and then he put a bite of his braised fish with veggies on my mouth. It was delicious, so many flavors, all complementing each other. He really was a talented cook. It was so good I let a small moan slip.

My approving noises seemed to have made him more enthusiastic. He had already removed his apron, and it was easy to see the volume on his pants grew larger. I tried moving my eyes, focusing on anything else, but it was hard (and thick and big).

“My god, this is the best food I ever tasted.” It really was. Every bite was a delight. I gave the carrot a bite and offered the another to Nils, he delicately put his lips on my fingers and lick it. I felt my entire body shivered. He stepped closer, positioning between my legs, I could smell butter and herbs on him. We stared at each other, his blue eyes were piercing my soul completely. I felt my entire body lusting for him as I have never felt before.

He placed one hand on my waist and squeezed it, On the other hand, he put it behind my neck leaning closer. I closed my eyes and kissed him. His lips were softer and warmer than I thought, he had such urgency on his lips, so much desire. I felt his beard scratching my delicate skin, but I wanted more, so I pulled him closer and kissed him with more strength and urgency.

My hands dancing on his hair and neck. I didn’t care we were at his kitchen, I just wanted him inside me.

He guessed my thoughts, and using only one hand, he lifted me and carry upstairs, toward his house. I was too occupied kissing his neck and biting his ear lobe to notice the décor. Nils put me on his bed and continued kissing me.

My hands were alive, searching for every inch of his muscular body, I removed his shirt, and discovered the magnificent ink all over his torso. My fingers followed the drawings until it reached his pants. He helped me unzipping his very tight pants, reveling underneath all his glorious cock. I was so impressed I let a “wow” right after I saw it.

He hugged me, diving his head on my neck, kissing and biting, scratching my feverish skin. I wanted more, so much more.

I unbuttoned my top, looking into his eyes, full of desire. He removed it kissing me shoulders and caressing my bare skin, smelling it profoundly.

“You’re softer than I imagined.” He said, lips almost reaching my chest.

I unhooked my bra and removed faster, I needed his tongue licking my breasts. He paused his kisses and pulled back for a moment. Contemplating my naked fronts, Nils bit his lip, leaned closer to my face, and whispered.

“I dreamt about you my entire life.”

His large hands holding my breasts, massaging them delicately, kissed my hard nipples, circulating his warm tongue, while I was concentrating on not have an orgasm so soon. At the same time, I stroked his penis, up and down, pulsing in my hands.

His hands reached my pants and I felt a shockwave pass through my body.

“Are you ok with this?” He asked with his hand on the button.

“Yes.” I moaned.

He opened it and removed it with a single movement. His hands touched my lace panties and I guided them toward the middle, he needed to feel how wet he was making me.

“See what you’re doing to me?”

He grinned back at me.

“And I want to do so much more.”

Before my panties reached the floor, his tongue was already inside me, I could not hold my voice anymore. He used his lips magically on my clit, he alternates between sucking and licking it, hard and soft, his tongue made circles and I lost control of my body once he penetrated with his two fingers.

With soft movements, he goes back to kissing my tits and my moaning got more and more synchronized with his movements.

“God woman, this is music to my ears.”

He went back to my pussy and kissed my clit again, sucking, releasing, licking. His finger still inside me, slowly accelerating. I was almost screaming, I flung my head backward, closed my eyes, and let a soft long moan out.

“Sing for me… sing like a mermaid.” He said between my legs.

A long wave of pleasure took over my body, I could feel my pussy spasming. It was hard to catch my breath, all I could do was moan like a cat in heat. His fingers were still inside me, and he gently removed them, continued kissing my smooth skin, going up, toward my belly, breasts, neck, and finally my mouth.

He laid on top of me and I could feel he was being careful to not crush me. I used one hand to grab his hard dick and stroked, gradually increasing my grip. It was full of precum. I was dying it to feel his cock inside me, but first, I needed to taste him.

I surprised him puling him and changing position, going on top of him. He was so big, he filled his entire bed.

My hair semi-covered my breasts as I knelt in front of him, he reached his hand to my chest and he grabbed them more firmly now, I moaned with pleasure. Licking my lips, I asked if he wanted me to kiss his cock and before his response, my lips were already enveloping his member. My hand was working with my mouth, and still, with his cock touching my throat, I made eye contact, he went crazy, he begged me to not stop, I gladly obeyed his wish.

Nils, my Viking, was delicious. His throbbing tool was as hard as steel and I could only fit a third of it inside my mouth, I kissed the tip carefully, licking it completely until I felt his balls. I place them on my mouth, gently massaging it with my tongue, circulating, feeling every vein.

He lost it. I felt he was almost there, and I wanted him to cum inside my mouth, again I sucked his dick, felt the tip deep inside my throat, I could hear him moaning and grunting. His hand caressed my hair. Nils synchronized his movements with mine, he wanted deeper inside me, and I wanted all of him. I forced myself to swallow more, I felt the head entering deeper inside me.

“Fuuuuck.” He yelled, grunting, and moaning.

Now thrusting inside me, he held my neck and let me devour his cock, going deeper down my mouth.

The explosion inside me came and I tasted his delicious liquid, I swallowed with gusto. Licking his cock of anything that came after. He was still moaning.

I went to the kitchen to hydrate and brought back a glass of water for him, he had not moved. But his cock was still rock hard.

“I can’t believe this actually happened.” He said pulling me closer and kissing my lips voraciously. “I feel like this is a dream of mine, a fantasy. My beautiful, seductive, foreigner, mermaid.” He said it and using his two hands grabbed my ass.

“My Viking deserves his fantasy fulfilled.” I said.

He grinned. “Viking, un?”

My mouth searched for his lips, intensely. Then I felt his hips searching mine. His hands ran through my body and rest on my hips, just when I positioned myself for him to penetrate me. Every inch was a new kind of glory. I moved my body slower, he was too big for my “poor little deprived of sex for months” pussy.

As I moved my hips, up and down, little by little, and rolling my hips at the same time, I was almost dancing. His breathing was forceful and his grip on my butt stronger. His massive cock was taking over me, the pleasure center of my brain sending signals to every cell of my body.

I continue my dance on top of him, I moaned and moved to his massive cock stretching my tight pussy. I felt his hands on my body, on my breasts, he sucked both my nipples and I was moving faster and harder.

He suddenly held me down, I paused instantly. We stared at each other, he then touched my clit and very delicately moved it. It was heaven. My pussy was so wet he finally entered me completely. I heard him grunting vociferously.

He smiled at me and stood up quickly. Still inside me. I felt it going deeper, and I didn’t think it was possible. He put my thighs under his arms and moved my pussy up and down. I never screamed so loud in my life.

“Yes, don’t stop. Please. I want more. Yes, more.”

My nails sank into his neck, I was losing control. I felt my strength leaving me.

“Oh god please, don’t stop. Oh god, oh my Viking GOD.” I said loudly.

He was gridding his teeth and grunting, he thrust his cock deeper inside and fireworks happened inside me. Shockwaves running inside, every muscle engaging and relaxing at the same time. I felt him, climaxing inside me, his cock throbbing inside

He took me to his bed and laid by my side. Stroking my hair.

“I mean it. It feels like I’m dreaming.”

“I know. I would ask you to pinch me, but I don’t want to wake up.”

His arms surrounded my body into a comfortable and warm space. My lips found his lips, and my hands kept massaging his strong chest and abs.

I never felt anything remotely close to this. If this was an orgasm, it’s my first.

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