Vikings will be vikings

Aard was far from a rich kingdom. Its people were almost as destitute and miserable as your own. What little they did have, they were to lose. You had not the men to raid the whole land, but with your **** you could certainly take on the lands around Haderslev. Your men set out in parties of 20, one village at a time. Sometimes they would just march in and demand valuables, maybe take a woman or two they fancied. Sometimes they would settle in for the night, helping themselves to whatever they pleased.

You chanced upon one such village west of the town as it was being occupied by a **** of, perhaps, 30 of your men. Your men had been kind so far, merely taking an emergency "war tax" from the villagers, relieving them of some valuables. The villagers might have thought themselves totally spared as you arrived, riding into you town on a black mare. You gazed upon the broken townspeople, at the defeated and sobbing faces they made as your men took what little they had. Pathetic, you thought.

Or at least, until you saw the face of a beautiful Sudjutyr. Her body was supple and still young. She was standing with her husband, though he was much fatter and older than she was. She had short blonde hair, well-washed for a peasant. She looked ripe for breeding, fertile. You immediately desired her bouncing off your cock.

You dismounted in front of the pair and whistled for some muscle. Four housecarls immediately flanked you. "You're beautiful for a Sudjutyr," you said, flirtatiously and with a smile. She looked away.

"We don't want any trouble, m'lord. We're just holding on till harvesting season." the husband interjected to you. You shot him a commanding glance. It must have landed true, because he backed up and shut him mouth.

"I said... You're beautiful for a Sudjutyr," you repeated yourself.

"T-thank you, m'lord," she said, diligently, though she somehow forgot to lift her eyes from the floor.

"I'm going to fuck you now," you said, matter of factly. It was not unusual for conquering lords to help themselves to their new women. Indeed, they were expected to relieve their urges into some girls.

"W-wait just a minute here!!" the husband interjected - again. Two of your men grabbed him immediately and kicked him to his knees.

You grabbed the wife as she stood, paralyzed in her shock. "Lock him up in the stables. I'm going to go claim my right as prince," you said to your men as you turned away. You began to walk the poor Sudjutyr girl back to her place for some fun.

"Hey! Stop right there!" the poor fool of a man yelled from the dusty street. One of your men quickly kicked him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him, before the other started carrying him off.

You brought the young peasant girl back to her tiny abode. "What a shithole!" you roared with laughter at her, but you got no reaction. She was as quiet as the grave. You opened the front door without a lock; they were clearly too poor to afford one. Just two pathetic rooms, a living room and kitchen in one half of the building, a master bed room in the other. You led the wench to her marriage bed and pushed her face first into it. Her pale white legs planted lusty imaginations in your mind for what lay beyond them.

Her rags were disgusting, but you could tell they hid great beauty. That rude peasant man was lucky in his destitution. You would appreciate his wife too. You tore the cloth from her body and admired at what you found: large soft tits, a plump ass, a trim waist complementing her feminine figure. The sight was too good to be true.

You unstrung your breaches and took out your readied cock. It was truly a sight to behold, and you had risen to the occasion. You thrust yourself into her raised ass. Suddenly, it was as if this terrible nightmare she was going through this terrible nightmare she was going through only now become real. She woke in the genuine sense, finally becoming cognizant of what what happened. Your cock was ravaging her peasant cunt. She started to scream in terror, so loudly you didn't doubt the whole village could here it, but you only laughed it off. The squirming brought a new level of fun to your mission.

You pumped in and out of her. You hadn't the time for fancy tricks. This was just some dumb peasant wench. You'd fuck her in front of her village and have your fun. You'd fill her snatch with your cum and leave her to carry your bastard. She belonged to you for as long as you wanted her. She let out another yelp of pain as you bottomed out, your cockhead battering her cervix. You roared like a berserker, filling her cunt with your manseed.

Without a word, you got up, fixed your breaches, and left her to stew with your cum in her cunt. She sobbed silently, knowing that your child could well be inside her. Your men would later post a notice that any harm coming to her or her next child would result in the execution of every man in the village.