Argrim the Norseman

Biting her lip as her hand made contact with the sturdy door, Riolta waited for it to be opened. There hadn’t really been any contest as to which neighbour she would pay a surprise visit to on that particular day. There was only one man living in the house, and since Karra was currently feeling more in the mood for sucking cock than licking pussy, it was on his door that she was knocking.

Argrim wasn’t just another northerner, of which thousands if not millions had visited Tharros during the city’s long history, he was a Norseman. Separated from the rest of the world in their homeland which was supposedly hemmed in beyond the frozen wastes of the far north, the Norsemen were not exactly ardent travellers. The number of Norsemen who had visited the city since it was founded might have been as little as dozen, though they did make up for their few numbers with notoriety. The first one to visit Tharros, Argdynir, had long since entered the local lore as an axe-wielding champion who saved the city from a dragon.

Karra smiled as the door began to open.

Some people who had the time and the inclination to reflect on such matters had suggested that the Norsemen weren’t really human at all, but a separate species just like Dwarfs and Elves.

The door swung open to reveal Argrim standing in the doorway. It was a good thing that the door-frame was so high, or else Argrim’s handsome face would have been obscured by it.

As it was, he stood almost seven feet tall, supposedly making him of average height for a Norseman, and he was wearing nothing to hide his impressive physique with his bulging muscles and deeply tanned skin. The sheer bulk of rock-hard muscles would easily have looked preposterous on most other men, but thanks in part to how they were proportioned against Argrim’s powerful frame and in part to the way in which he carried himself this was avoided and it seemed more like he simply couldn’t have been to look any different than he did.

Karra knew that Argrim was even more prone to walk around in the nude than she was, and from what she had heard he had never worn any clothes at all when he first arrived in Tharros. But now he was apparently civilized enough to wear clothes when the occasion called for it, although he always settled either for loose-fitting cloaks and suchlike, or for a loincloth and nothing more than that. He had even gone so for as to regularly trim his long blonde hair and beard to keep them from growing too wild and uneven.

When it came to their lack of clothing, some scholars claimed that the Norsemen were a garment-free society, and that their bodies were naturally resistant to cold while the soles of their feet were as rugged and durable as those of a pair expertly crafted boots. And others claimed that it was due to their being hardened to go without clothes during their upbringing, although those scholars had yet to explain why a society would want its adults to run around bare-assed all the time.

“Karra,” Argrim greeted her with a smile. Even when he did bother to put on clothes, the massive stud was far from discrete, even if he paradoxically enough was capable of moving without making so much as the faintest of noises. The fat tip of his semi-hard dick was dangling between his thighs, but it quickly began to rise upwards as blood flowed into his penis in response to Karra’s sudden appearance.

“Argrim,” Karra responded sweetly, feeling her pussy starting to moisten at the sight of him. None of those scholars who had discussed the Norsemen had held any inclination to try and explain why they were so incredibly well-endowed. Not that Karra felt any particular need for a scientific explanation to the truly epic proportions of his dick, not as long as she got to have fun with it on a regular basis. She had first bumped into Argrim a few days after moving into the building, and as the size-queen she was she had managed to bring about their fucking each other silly mere seconds into their first encounter.

“I can see that you’re home alone,” she went on to say whilst cocking an eyebrow at the way in which his truly epic member was rapidly expanding its size and girth. The other two girls living in the building were as cock-crazed as she was, so it was quite often that they had to share him with one another.

“Yes,” Argrim responded, though Karra barely heard him since she was busy gawking at his dick as it swelled up to its full size. She had never had a chance to measure its exact dimensions, but from her ample practical experience with it she would have guessed that the gargantuan organ was about sixteen inches long when fully aroused, and possibly a few inches longer than that even, if Argrim was particularly excited.

Now, the thing was pointing upwards at an angle, and all Karra had to do to give Argrim a blowjob was to take two steps forwards and bend her head forwards slightly. At the base of the giant prick dangled a pair of the juiciest, heaviest balls that Karra had ever seen, and she knew that they could pump out gallons of jizz without running out of the creamy stuff. Argrim was everything that she had fantasised about during those long and weary days at the Kalim temple.

“Excellent,” Karra’s smile took on a very dirty, very naughty character, “I’m here for a bath. Care to join me?”

Argrim was delighted at Karra’s appearance, but he was hardly surprised. The Amazon slut would show up at his door like this every other day, and sometimes several times a day, always lusting after his oversized pillar of cockmeat.

Feeling the flow of cum being produced by his balls increasing as he took in Karra’s considerable beauty, her angelic face with those plump lips and pale blue almond-shaped eyes, her shimmering black hair, her perfectly shaped and enormous tits which defied gravity by being flawlessly firm in spite of their hugeness, her long, smooth legs, puffy slit and her toned, slender midriff, Argrim philosophized about the fact that the only bad thing with seeing Karra from the front was that he didn’t get to drool over her luscious, heart-shaped ass or the way in which he could see the bald lips of her sex in between her buttocks whenever she bent forwards a little.

“You’re overdressed.” He kindly suggested.