The Son Of Ragnar



Kjell reported what happened to Signy and the King of Vingulmark was not pleased, especially since he lost even more than he had anticipated. 

This included Aksel, Signy knew he did not have the military might just yet to make any major moves.

He was surprised that King Ragnar had not come for his head yet, was he holding onto the chance that they could be peace among them?

Signy was no fool, Ragnar killing him would split the opinions of the people in Vestfold but leaving him alive would make the people attribute him with kindness. 

Signy had a plan in motion to take Vestfold back from Ragnar. 

He was sneaking warriors in Vestfold, he has been doing this ever since Ragnar opened his gates to welcome migrants to bolster their economy as the work that these people put in could not be underestimated.

Jan had no problems submitting to Signy, Signy expected him to put up a lot more resistance but Jan took it on the chin. 

Jan regretted not killing him when he had a chance but then again, there was no doubt that Signy had strengthened Vingulmark.

Signy took a huge sigh, he needed to be patient. 

He was so close to his ultimate goal but now, he needed to wait for things to play themselves out, he could not force it. 

Signy returned to his chambers to rest, it was time for him to truly take in how far he had come. 

He looked back on the war on Vestfold and saw the numerous mistakes that they had made. 

Asmund's error was not hitting them hard when they were weak, he gave them a chance to recuperate as his strategy to starve them out proved to be their downfall. 

Signy wanted to let everything go, he wished none of this happened.

He would be in Vestfold, probably succeeding Asmund as King not living off scraps and a Kingdom that barely had any standing in the Viking world. 

"King Signy…" A voice called out, Signy's eyes focused on the person that called his name. 

She walked through the door, barely clothed but the clothes she wore were very revealing. 

Signy was non-responsive.

She knew exactly what her job was and that was to take care of his sexual needs, she had an average face but her body was anything but average. 

She was a tall young lady with black hair that she wears in a bun with bangs swept to the right side while she has neck-length hair strands hanging on either side, black eyes, a slim waist, a voluptuous body and large breasts. She wore a skirt that allowed her ass cheeks to hang out because she knew she was not coming into his room to talk, she was coming into his room for an entirely different reason. 

She unfastened Signy's trousers but he was not hard, she tried stroking it but he was still not hard.

He was not responding to her touches and she wondered if it was stress. 

"Everything is his fault!" Signy exclaimed and the lady in the room was confused as to who he was talking about. She knew it was not in her place to speak, all she was there to do was get him off and since he was not in the mood, she had no business staying there. 

She got up and attempted to leave but she felt a hard pull on her hair dragging her back onto the bed. 

"IT IS ALL HIS FUCKING FAULT!" Signy lost it, the woman was pushed head first into the mattress as she felt her skirt being ripped apart by Signy but there was a huge difference right now, he was erect and he was a lot more forceful.

"M-My King…" The lady said; she sounded frightened because she had never seen Signy like this. 

He usually just laid down and allowed her to do what she does best, and that was to satisfy him but today, he was taking an active role.

He was showing aggression and an actual willingness to partake even though it could be termed hostile. 

She could not resist, not that she wanted to, Signy did not even bother lubing up his dick but he did not need to because the lady was already wet. 

Signy held her head down in place and she was finding it a bit difficult to breathe.

Her eyes rolled back the moment she felt Signy's dick slide into her, the girth of his dick made its way as far as it could, it was not the size that was the problem but the force in which he thrust it. 

Each thrust brushed against her G-Spot.

She clenched the sheets, the sweat dripping down her naughty body as the pheromones oozing from her skin made every single part of her body sensitive. 

Her breasts swayed with each thrust, this was the kind of fucking she was not used to. 

You see, this was a woman that Signy, himself, had taken her virginity as he was a man of prominent stature so one could say she was his personal whore. 

Signy did not like it when she moaned but today, she could not hold back, her ass cheeks clapping each time his dick slid into the fountain between her legs.

She was gushing and gushing, she wanted every inch and she was going to get it.

She began throwing her ass back to meet his thrust halfway, it felt way too good for both parties.

"I will kill him!" Signy blurted out and right there, Signy came inside her, filling her with his cum. 

Pouring every single ounce of frustration and stress on his shoulder into her. Both of them were breathing hard but she was more than him. 

Signy picked himself up from the bed and walked away, leaving the woman both stunned and terrified as the back of her neck was sore. 

It made her wonder what would have happened if he did not cum when he did.