Alrik grasped Koke’s dark hair and yanked with his left hand. With hips thrusting in perfect, powerful precision, he prided himself on every scream he fucked out of her. He enjoyed thoughts of passersby hearing her cries out on the street below.

Koke pushed her hips back at him with as much strength as she could from hands and knees. Her heavy purple skirt was flipped up on her back for access and kept slipping.

With no fear of a skirt, Alrik would push it up again and continue thrusting with the continual jingle of armor. Upon seeing his lover, he felt such lust that he was unable to divest himself of half of his equipment before penetrating her.

For Koke, however, she rushed him on purpose. Before they finished, she intended to ride him while looking deep into the blue eyes that peered out through the holes in the rusted helm and feeling the touch of chain maille against her thighs. She begged to feel the cum of this massive beast dripping from her.

Their shadows danced across the clay wall in the candle light. Stars twinkled through the window, watching them between sparse clouds floating in front of the New Moon. The waters of the Golden Horn added a rhythm to the sounds of the evening as well.

“You have missed me?” These were the first words Alrik had uttered since walking in and dropping his bag of coins on the table.

“Of course, I’ve missed you, you bastard. I love that massive cock.”

A laugh erupted from him and smacked her ass with an open left palm. Good thing he had at least taken his gloves off. “You will come home with me.”

Her backward thrusts stopped. “So sweet when a mere mortal shows concern.”

The look on his face suggested he was not joking nor flirting.

“Why? What has happened.”

His thrusts stopped, and he pulled out. “Romans are no longer fond of Vikings trade.” He slumped back on the bed and shifted until he sat down.

“Leave Constantinople?”

He nodded.

In a smooth motion, she turned and mounted him. Sliding down over his erection, she stopped and sat on him. “If they are frowning on Viking goods, it is unlikely the Christians want whores from the Orient around, either.”

“Mmmm…yes. So come with me.”

She caressed his cheek beneath the helm.

“You look so comfortably uncomfortable.” His hands reached for his helm.

“Please keep it on,” she whispered. Her hands intercepted his and intertwined fingers.

“Does my bearded face not please you?” he asked with anger rising in his voice.

“It does. I just find the helmet…” She cocked her head with a coy grin.

He understood and grinned beneath the helm. “Who am I to argue with what a woman likes?”

“That’s my boy,” she said with renewed cheek caresses.

He seemed to accept her praise.

“If I were to come with you. What of the mother of your children?”

“Kadlin knows of you. She is even intrigued by you.”

“Intrigued?”

“You have an interest in helmets; she had an interest in other women.”

Koke’s brown eyes widened. “Truly?”

“She has discussed her desire to touch your darker skin.” As emphasis, he released her hands and grabbed two handfuls of breast to squeeze.

She began to rise and fall using her legs to create a rhythm. “You would have a harem then. Bad boy.”‘

“No other in my clan has a harem…” His eyes looked away as he mused on the idea. Blue eyes returning to her, he continued, “Much as the thought pleases me, I keep no woman. You are welcome and stay with us so long as it is your choice.”

“A Viking that simply does not take what he wants?” she mocked with her eyes closed, enjoying the friction between her legs. “So I can stay with you and your woman so long as I like.”

“Kadlin is not my woman. She is her own as well.” His hands slipped from her breasts and gripped her ass beneath the skirt.

Her grin strengthened feeling the cock inside her tense and warm. “Cum for me, my love.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his helmeted head to her chest. The warmth of his cum erupting inside her brought a sigh from her. “You are unlike any Viking brute I have ever heard of. Such a fucking bastard.”

His breathing came in bursts as he rested in her embrace.

She lifted the helmet off of him and kissed his forehead. “When do we leave?”

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