A Varangian's Daughter

Isa Gormdottir had her eyes closed, listening to the trill of birds and the gentle crunch of leaves around her. The tickle of warm beams of sunlight flitted across her face in the waning hours of the day. Refreshing early spring air ghosted around her nose with each exhale. A gentle breeze tugged at her honey blonde hair.

Opening one of her eyes a fraction, she could not hide the small tug of a growing smirk from her lips. Magnus Torvaldson, her best friend and childhood crush, was standing over her. Large cock in hand, handsome face scrunched up in a rather endearingly dorky way as he neared his orgasm. His foreskin covered his tip excessively on every upstroke and then receded on the down, showing off how angry purple his cockhead was. A thick clear strand of pre-cum waggled around like a dog’s tail with his furious masturbation.

Still on her knees, fur cloak on the ground and wool dress tugged down so he could ogle her petite breasts, Isa could not help but giggle. Magnus had begged her the last two days if he could jerk off onto her tits. Once, he even suggested getting a blowjob, but the withering glare he got in reply shut the eager boy up.

They had done the usual experimenting growing up, though it was only the past two years that things became a lot more overtly sexual, and constant at that. Like any man full of the youthful flush of testosterone, Magnus was a veritable brewery of thick, pure white semen. Splashing her face, breasts, hair, and any other part of her body she decided on a whim that day became his overarching goal of the day, or week if she really wanted to tease or punish him.

“F-Fuck!” Magnus groaned above her, his arousal racing towards the finish line, especially as his large, swaying sac started to form the telltale taut wrinkles she loved to tease him about. Isa held back her own desire to caress that sweaty, musky source of joy, wanting Magnus to work all the way to completion. “By Freya’s sacred tits!” The boy exhaled, a large spurt of clear pre splattered her shoulder.

Isa frowned. Magnus knew well enough she did not like it when he invoked the Old Gods names. Their clan converted to the One True God a generation ago, though his family did not baptize Magnus until he was near nine winters old when they moved to the village. Noting a talking to later, the pale girl let her boyfriend climax unmolested.

He most certainly took advantage of it, too.

With a deep groan emanating from his chest, Magnus’ body shuddered hard. His cock flexed twice before finally, with on the third throb, transported his precious cargo to the tip where it would catapult across Isa’s form in large gushing spurts. Isa let out her own moan, mimicking Magnus’ shudder with one of hers when she saw those thick white ropes of tasty liquid love arc through the air like a stag mid-flight from a jump.

Her skin felt those hot splashes, one after the other. Thick and slightly clumpy from almost three days without release, Magnus’ seed clung to her skin like paint. Right before she closed her eyes to avoid a much-hated sting a stray spurt would entail, Isa giggled again at how dumb her beloved looked in the deep throes of passion. She loved him for it. He was hers and she was his.

By the thirteenth spurt, Magnus finally took in a ragged breath, signaling his end was fast approaching. Only two more weak splashes made it onto her breasts and she opened her eyes to see the last one make a pitiful drop straight down to the ground from his droopy hood. Tsking softly, she reached her hand out and teased the last dregs of his boyish essence from his flushed cock. Bringing her delicate fingers to her lips, she tasted him at last.

Magnus had always tasted like roasted and salted nuts, but these past few years there came another deeper flavour that grew the same time he did. 'A hint of spicy wood smoke,' she thought to herself. Either way, his blissful face finally returned to normal albeit with a lazy smirk, sandy blonde hair forming a halo of sorts as it seems his leather hair tie had loosened during his pleasurable exercise.

“God, I wish I could have put that one inside you, my love.” He always knew how to ruin her mood just enough.

Huffing, she looked away, methodically cleaning up his semen from her body and licking the sticky contents from her fingers. Soon his large, calloused ones joined in the process, and she suckled his fingers clean too.

“Just marry me already, Isa. You could have been back home raising our baby boy while I went on this last trip with your father.” His voice, though filled with wistful hope, did not harbour any negativity.

“You know why we cannot marry yet, you doofus.” She glared at him, her earlier irritation melting away at the sheer love he seemed to radiate whenever he laid eyes upon her, naked or not. Hand extended, he pulled his beloved up and held her close to him. She felt him press a hard kiss to the top of her head.

“I know, I know, mine love… Still, it is a nice thought to keep me warm at night when you won’t…” He snickered, needling her still.

A cute growl escaped her as she pushed away from him, lightheartedly hitting his leather jerkin. He danced away with a warrior’s agility, semi-hard cock flopping around comically. He paused a few feet away from her, reaching down to cup his crotch and wink at her, his dark blue eyes twinkling with clear mischievous intent.

“You are something else, Magnus Torvaldson,” Isa muttered, before adjusting the front of her dress to hide her petite bosom. Magnus whimpered sadly, like a puppy when someone denies it a bone, the moment she hid her chest.

Isa bent down and with years of rigorous experience, hit him straight on the sternum with an acorn. Chuckling, he adjusted his small-clothes and pants, but not without a last gentle pet to Little Magnus. 'He is so weird,' Isa thought, even though her heart was bursting at the seams with love for the goofball.

Magnus straightened his pants, tugging them left and right a few times to ensure his crotch settled properly before he walked back over to her. “I think it’s time we head back to the boat, unless you have anything else you planned on doing while we were out stretching out legs?”