He was tall, pale and handsome. His muscles were nothing I had not seen before, hell, my muscles could probably match up. However, the way they rested so comfortably on his body was good. He wore clothes made from shades of red and brown. His shorts hung and his shirt was worn. In his belt sat a sword that intimated me even at the distance we stood. His brunette short messy braids platted his beautiful head as he stepped out of the ship. He was a viking. The son of a Leader and, from the looks of, a lovely god. My curvaceous golden stained body nestled into the forest near the shore. I was certain no one could see anything of me besides the colorful beads that decorated my short black locs. After all of the new arrivals alighted from the ships the volunteers took turns unpacking belongings and gifts as a curtesy. After watching my prey disappear into the Tunkin village I returned to mine, Seagate. Days went on. It was standard. Life was beautiful, but standard. “Honey, I need you to get some supper.” My elder said and I obliged. I love getting supper because it means I can go fishing. The sea is where I belong. If I wasn’t so limited by these weak lungs I would sit under the water for days. My favorite spot to fish was a ways from the village. It was quiet and it was a sight for sore eyes. The fish were like no other. They shined under and the sun and moonlight. Their bodies dipped in iridescent pinks and blues and greens. They were big and small and puffy. Some were fast, some were slower but it was all a fair challenge I was eager to pursue. I put on a black set that had a hole cut out at the stomach and shorts. Agility and style. I dashed to my hideaway. “Be careful and slow down!” My elder shouted from washing the cherries she was preparing. Hours had passed by and fishing was going absolutely well. My tight muscles ached in the resistant water, but I pressed on. My melanin was deepening by the minute. My locs were sprinkled in sea salt and my feet were buried in the controlling sand. “You are gorgeous” a voice that stood behind me said with confidence and poise. I swung around with my sharp spear with confidence and poise. “I know” to my surprise my prey sat in front of me. His eyes were a beautiful bright orange with a scar splitting each one into a half. “I love the sea. After being here for a few days I could ignore being called to this spot. I didn’t know why but now I know.” he said looking into my eyes past ripe tip of my spear that held the tension between us. “I hope your visit to Tunkin has been pleasant” I said lowering my spear and sitting across from my prey. “It has, but I need a break. As I grow older I am getting a lot more pressure to be the Leader” He said straightening his back and breathing in the warm cool air. He was prepared but scared. “Don’t I know the feeling” I said wanting to comfort him, but not being able to stop my gaze from scaling his entire body. “You have no remorse do you” he said catching my eyes wandering off below the belt. “No” I said refusing to move my rightful position. He stood up with a quickness and so did. He took 6 steps forward and the wind blew through his body planting his shorts onto his enlarged imprint. His hand cupped my face. He stood slightly taller than me and slightly stronger. “Mmm” a noise escaped his mouth. His lips pressed against mine firmly but sweetly. He gave me hard quick kisses and slowly the arousal rose. He opened his mouth for me to enter and I took no time. My tongue slipped in between his plush rose red lips and I explored his insides. He tasted of cherries. My arms wrapped around his thick neck and with one arm he lifted me onto his body with ease. “Mmm” I said not wanting to disconnect. He stood down to pick up the basket that had been collecting my fish. We disappeared into the dark tall forest. He growled. Smack. My back hit the redwood tree that stood tall and would not fold under our passion. I pulled away to look at his face. He dropped me down and turned me around. “May I take this off?” He said tugging at my garments. He began to pull starting from my shoulders and I could feel my pussy throbbing. He cupped my breasts and pulled at my nipples, hard. A moan escaped my lips. “Good” he said before removing the whole thing. As he bent down he spread my ass and began to play in my pussy with his cherry tongue. He flicked my clit. He smacked my ass til it was burning red. “Oh, i like this” I said poking my ass out further into the air to make him play more and more. Our noises began to get louder. We grunted and hissed in each other’s entrapments. He took a minute to kissed every part of my back side finding what felt good, what didn’t and what sent me over the edge. He then stood up, grabbed my throat and kissed me. He choked me hard. Not soft. He spit on his hand and wet his throbbing member. It was thick and short. His balls hung low. He positioned himself at my entrance and circled his way in with his hips. After my moans confirmed his was hitting the right spots his hands grabbed hold of my shoulders. He began to pound away at my dripping wet pussy. “Oh yes, yes darling please keep going” “I was planning to, this is so good” he kept hitting and hitting my pussy that welcomed it oh so graciously. In and out he fucked me good. Sounds of clapping escaped the thick forest. It was only me, him and fishes. “I need to see you again” he said in between pounds “I need this” he said clenching his jaw trying not to let go “Maybe when you come back” I said wanting to get a rise out of him. “No that is too long” I wasn’t sure what he meant by that but I didn’t care I had gotten my prey. He began to fuck me without remorse the pain turned me on and I took all he had to give. His strokes began to slow down and become more infrequent. I pushed him off of me and bent down to eat him up. I kept him in the back of my throat until his juices blocked my air way. He moaned and groaned bending over and using the redwood for support. Quickly he put me on all fours and entered my pussy again. “I’m not finished” he said stroking me for again for a couple of minutes before coming straight into my intoxicated cunt.
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