The Son Of Ragnar



"Halt! Where do you think you are going!?" A guard standing at a gate ordered a man that was closed and on horseback. 

He got no response because there was nothing to say, the man had already studied his environment so he was not coming in blindly. 

This environment was a lot different from the one in Norway, it was isolated and could be the perfect fortress with a little more work. 

"So this is Iceland…" This thought flashed through the stranger's mind. 

He expected Iceland to be a land of ice yet he could see vegetation, that was unexpected but it did not change anything.

The water surrounding it made it impossible for any surprise invasion and the huge warships they had would make any boat inferior.

He unmounted his horse and began walking towards the guard who held his spear against the stranger's neck. 

"Take another step and lose your head," The guard threatened but the stranger had no intention of causing any problems.

He could not lower his hood outside or he risked exposing his identity because he did not know who was watching in the shadows. 

He whispered something in the guard's ear that made him immediately lower his spear, whilst trembling. 

"F-Forgive me," He muttered as he gestured for the gates to be lowered to allow this person access. 

"He awaits you," The guard said and the stranger walked past the guard, guiding his horse on a leash as they entered the Kingdom and the gates dropped. 

The cloak was removed and the person behind it was revealed to be King Askild. 

"I now understand why he chose this place…" Askild thought to himself. 

He was welcomed by a robust lady of average height. She had brown eyes and long, waist-length, red hair. The most noticeable physical trait was her slender yet curvaceous figure even for a lady, especially in terms of her large breasts. She had on a robe, showing she was not a fighter but her erect nipples were poking out of it telling Askild she had no armour on either. 

"Welcome to Iceland King Askild, right this way," The lady instructed him.

King Askild could not deny, she had the perfect body and seeing as Liv was a shell of her former self. 

His sex life had plummeted during the years but he had enough things to keep him distracted so sex was the least of his problems.

However, unlike King Ragnar, Askild had no problem looking outside of his marriage for sexual gratification even though he had not done so yet. 

She guided him into a bathhouse, a weird place to be meeting but Askild knew this meeting's importance could not be stressed enough. 

"King Askild, it is a pleasure to finally be meeting you…" The man spoke; he had a deep, commanding voice that demanded attention with every word uttered.

He was over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build. His face was chiselled and angular, with a sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes that seemed to look right through you. His hair was dark and tousled, with a few strands falling over his forehead.

He was naked in the big bathhouse but as expected, he was not alone.

Two beautiful ladies sat on opposite sides of him. Askild noticed one had her hand inside the water, he could not see what she was doing but the rhythm of her arm gave him his answer as Ingólfur had his arm around the other girl, groping her breast firmly. 

"King Ingólfu-!" Askild was interrupted by the man, who raised a finger to tell him to stop. 

"I am not a King but a conqueror, remember that King Adkild," Ingólfur corrected him.

Askild did not know if he was to join him in the water or if Ingólfur planned to get out. 

But by the look of things, he was not planning to, not with those beautiful women there. 

"Take off your clothes and join me, King Askild," Ingólfur instructed, the bass of his voice made everything he said sound like a command.

Askild saw nothing wrong with this request and did as he was told, he removed his clothes but what he did not anticipate was the girl that had guided him here joining in.

She assisted Askild to remove his clothes but Askild looked back and found out she was already naked. 

She looked a lot sexier without her clothes on but Askild knew business came first before pleasure. 

Askild got into the water and the lady sat beside him, Askild managed to control his erection when he was out of the water but he could no longer do so when he felt her warm hands going up his thigh.

Askild wanted to stop it but it had been far too long since he felt the touch of a woman. 

"Well then, King Askild, what brings you here…" Ingólfur requested bluntly. 

Askild hesitated, he was not sure if it was wise to speak in the presence of others but if they were here, it must be because Ingólfur trusted them. 

The lady ran her hand down his shaft, but she was not stroking it just hard, she knew she could not distract him but she could definitely tease him. 

"Ingólfur, I want you to back off from the Gardsson brothers…" Askild responded. 

"Is that a threat?" Ingólfur asked, squeezing the breast within his grasp even harder, prompting the girl to bite her lower lips to conceal any sound. 

"It is advice, I am afraid you do not have the strength to take them on as of this moment. Further provocation might destroy this newfound Kingdom of yours…" Askild responded as he grabbed the girl's hand to stop her from proceeding further. 

Ingólfur chose this setting because he knew lustful men were more susceptible to being agreeable as their dopamine levels would be increased.

This was why he liked meeting people here, lust was the weakness of every man. 

Well, that and because Ingólfur just loved the company of women.

"Is this an insult? I have killed most of them already with these hands!" Ingólfur boasted with a laugh. 

"They did not have Tyr Ragnarsson… You cannot withstand the army of Vestfold, and Rogaland alone. Even your allies will hesitate going up against Ragnar, the farmer who became King," Askild brought Ingólfur back to reality, not everything could be accomplished by force.

"Does this mean you will not stand by me?" Ingólfur asked, his tone was threatening. 

"I will stand with whoever my Kingdom benefits the most from," Askild said bluntly and this caused Ingólfur to burst out laughing. 

At long last, someone with actual balls because he could just as easily kill Askild and no one would be the wiser but Askild was extremely useful in the future he had envisioned for himself so he need him on his side. 

If halting his plans to eradicate the Gardssons would do that then so be it. 

"Your reputation is befitting of you, King Askild. I accept but that is not all that brought you here, is it?* Ingólfur asked and Askild's face creased to reveal a sinister grin. 

"Let us enjoy ourselves first," Askild said, guiding the girl's hand to his shaft as she began stroking it. 

Ingólfur liked the way his mind worked but he also knew that this was a matter that Askild thought better discussed with just the two of them.

Ingólfur was in no hurry either as he watched Askild.

"What are you doing? Open your mouth…" Askild commanded her and the girl did just that.

Askild stuck his finger in her mouth, the feeling of her breath brushing against his fingers intertwined with her saliva was a feeling he has missed.

Askild played with her tongue like he had discovered a new fetish as the lady kept jerking him off.

Askild felt no guilt or shame, he blamed Liv for starving him sexually.

Askild used his other hand to grope her large breast, flicking her nipple in the process.

He wanted to explore every inch of her body, he did not know when next he would get such cravings but right now, his lust was at an all-time high.

Askild tugged on her nipple, her warm soft flesh felt through his roughened battle-torn hand.

She was flawless, her skin was as beautiful as she was as Askild removed his hand from her mouth. 

Ingólfur expected him to just stick his dick in her and get it over with yet Askild was taking his time for some reason. 

Askild stuck out his tongue and wrapped it around her nipple before his lips stuck to her areola like a suction cup. 

"Hhmmpphhh!" She tried her best to contain her moan but Askild was not letting her go, he wanted to hear it. 

It has been ages since he heard it and the lady's lips parted the moment Askild's fingers entered her otter lips. The symphony began as she began moaning. 

Her mind was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she had forgotten what she was doing, she could not concentrate enough to jerk him off and that was good. 

Askild had technique, he slid two fingers in and arched it upwards to brush against her g-spot. 

In and out at a steady pace, it did not take long for her to have an orgasm just from Askild using his fingers.

"He is hungry…" Ingólfur thought as he smirked before instructing the other two girls with him to go meet Askild. 

One thing was for sure, Askild was going to empty his balls today.