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Assassin's Creed: Cumhalla	By : sexdottxt Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 141 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eivor had just returned to Ravensthorpe from an expedition. She had been tasked with forging alliances for the new community. After Kjotve led that siege on Heillboer so long ago, she was lucky that her mother had escaped where her father had died. Desperate to protect what little she had left, she was determined to make their kingdom stronger than ever.
Rosta welcomed Eivor back with a smile. Only a little before midnight, lit up only by the moonlight in the dark heavens above and the braziers casting their flames around the landscape, seeing her child again made her feel as if it was the freshest morning away from But the grin on her face was more than just the joy of reunion. For all of her daughter's warlike nature, always charging to the front and leading campaigns, none of it had marred her beauty. That little girl who had fought valiantly even as a child during the night of Kjotve's raid had grown up well, her long blonde hair as bright and radiant as the morning sun. But it was nothing so dazzling as the splendor of her face, her beauty was almost blinding, inspiring all those around her to covet and envy her in equal measure. The only thing more terrible than it was to behold such a woman and know you couldn't have her was to face her in battle and face the guilt of spoiling such wonderment.
For all of her foes who she faced in battle, there was no greater glory than to die at the hands of one whose design was so divinely inspired.
When Eivor disembarked from her ship, Rosta went to her with open arms. They hugged each other with happiness in their hearts. Ever since that fated day when Kjotve attacked, they were always happy to see each other.
When they broke their embrace, Rosta was still smiling. “It has been too long drengr,” said Rosta.
Eivor smiled. “And I will always be proud to bring honor to our clan, jarl.” She noticed a commotion in the background. The rest of the vikings had gathered around them. That made Eivor remember something. “Where is Randvi?”
“Randvi is still away on her expedition. However, we've received word that she will be back by morning.”
That left Eivor feeling disappointed. They had both departed from Ravensthorpe around the same time. They said everything they wanted to say each other in the privacy of their huts away from the rest of the Raven clan. Both girls hugged each other deeply before they said their goodbyes.
As much as they were reared in these cold climes and used to temperatures that would have the people deep in the mainland shivering like they were on Niflheim's doorstep, they still had to dress appropriately for the weather. Randvi had only wished that her dear friend wasn't wearing so much of her fur armor during that embrace.
But there were other things to hold her over for the time being. Even within that fur coat and that leather cuirass underneath it, Randvi could feel the exquisite sensation of Eivor's massive breasts underneath. It stirred a warmth in her heart to feel that as well as a fire in her body, and she longed to know her in the privacy of their bed once again.
When they parted their embrace, Eivor was smiling again. Those luscious lips were too inviting to resist and Randvi kissed her. They were as full and soft as she had remembered and her beloved was brushing them back on her. Needing no further invitation, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue inside. For several minutes they were like that, oblivious to the many other vikings now watching them.
Their lips parted, a small trail of spit shining in the sunlight before it snapped into nothingness.
“Farewell drengr,” said Randvi.
“Would you still love me if I were anything but that?” said Eivor.
Randvi licked her lips and said, “Oh yes.”
That pleased Eivor as well. Then and now. The thrill of battle had always made her blood hot, but it was the fire of lust burning in her body that she was feeling now more than ever. Deep in her loins, her flesh ached to be inside of Randvi. A woman's touch was exactly what she needed right now.
But she couldn't focus on that. Not with the rest of the clan throwing a party to welcome her back. Smiling, Eivor joined them. Away from home for so long, she would not resist the opportunity for celebration.
Before long, she was quite drunk. They had kept strong stuff for just such an occasion. It was only the best in their brewery, and they shared it freely amongst themselves with no hesitation. Long were the days of fear and plotting their revenge. Now they had the power to do as they saw fit. And right now, partying was the only thing they cared for.
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The rest of the clan was asleep after the festivities died down. It was well in the dead of night at that point. Everyone had feasted well and drunk in the name of the Ravens. Eivor had too. The party had started because of her return, but it always in tribute to their clan.
But as everyone else slumbered, she was far from satisfied. Trashed though she might have been, she She returned to her mother's longhouse thinking only of Randvi. Yet she did not find Rosta sleeping. Instead she was sitting on her bed. She was sitting seductively against the wall, most noticeably because she was naked.
Eivor was a knockout herself. But she could not help but stare in awe at her mother's sheer beauty. Age had done her no insult as her large breasts were still as lovely as ever, indeed one would think Kjotve had attacked their town so long ago simply to have her. Her long legs were spread wide, leaving no imagination as to what she wanted. And her beautiful lips were arched upward in a smile.
Eivor was staring. The rest of the longhouse was shrouded in darkness and the only light came from the flames inside the home and the barely visible moonlight outside. Her mother's wonderful body was clad in flickering shadows and all she could do was stare. She had a fire burning in her loins. That wasn't the most noticeable thing however. What was really evident was that Rosta had a penis. It was a size most men would have wanted to have, and too many women would have wanted inside of them. Eivor was staring longingly at it.
“Did you have your fun, drengr?” said Rosta. “Because there is still one celebration you have yet to commit to.”
“Jarl, I...” Her words were slurred from the alcohol she had ingested that night as well as impacted from her sheer nervousness.
“Don't be so formal. Your friend won't be here until morning. And I know there is one way I can please you where she can't.”
“But...” Her whole body was brimming with hesitation and excitement. She couldn't think straight, not in her addled state of mind. All she could think of was how needy she had been when parting ways with Randvi, and now an opportunity was presenting itself. The morning to come in only a few hours seemed like an eternity away, and now she wanted it more than ever.
“Does this displease you? Remember, your jarl commands it.”
That shattered the last thin sliver of hesitation in Eivor's inebriated mind. “If that's how it must be.”
Rosta smiled hearing that. And her smirk widened as she watched her daughter disrobe. She was no stranger to her daughter's beauty, as much as anyone else she forged bonds of friendship and crossed her path in equal measure. But very few had seen her naked. Her young breasts were so ripe and succulent, and her flat stomach and long legs were not marked by any of her long forays into battle. She was perfect in so many ways.
Yet what truly took her interest was something unique about her only daughter. Which is that Eivor herself had a penis. Rosta stared at it, it was standing upright. Whatever hesitation her daughter showed was not shared by her body.
It only got Rosta that much more excited. She licked her lips as Eivor advanced forward. The Wolf jarl herself would not be so hesitant. She got down on her knees and crawled seductively, much like a wolf seizing prey herself. As aggressive as she was, gasped as that close to the young drengr's cock, the enormous phallus filled up her vision so much that she couldn't see anything but it. And as her hot breath graced it for the first time, all of Eivor's thoughts of Randvi scattered to the wind.
Rosta licked the head. It was so big and hot on her tongue that despite taking such initiative, she instantly froze up. She licked inside of her mouth, savoring the lewd taste in her mouth. As she looked back up at it, she was still amazed by how big it was.
She closed her eyes this time so that she could better focus on her fellatio. Licking the head again, the taste was much stronger this time. She licked around the head several times, really getting a feel for it. Her testicles swelled up at what a big thing this was. Never did she think that she would be doing this kind of thing with a real dick.
But she was far from uninterested. As she was licking the cockhead, she felt it getting bigger on her tongue. Getting a little inventive, she licked around the area of it, just to get a feel for it. She was only licking the head and yet she felt the whole thing trembling on her tongue. It was so big and hot.
“Incredible,” gasped Rosta. “You've truly grown up in all these years...” Even as she spoke that, she could still taste the penis, not just on her tongue but just the heat radiating from it.
She ran a finger up the shaft. Eivor trembled at the digit gracing the length of that penis, her mouth began to water at the sweetness of it. Her mother teased her as she ran her fingertip up and down the sensitive flesh of her prick, watching it tremble and hearing her daughter moan lightly. She looked up and saw Eivor's beautiful face twisted with pleasure. Nothing like a drengr, nothing like someone with the hard life she had either. Only a woman deeply enraptured with want.
She was not the only one wanting. Remembering the sensation of the cockhead on her tongue, Rosta gave a slow and strong lick up the shaft. Her tongue burned with it's taste and her nostrils were almost clogged up from it's scent. At first she licked up and down, all over it, just wanting to feel it on her tongue as much as possible. But soon she was licking all over the prick, she wrapped her lips around different parts of the massive shaft and inhaled, and she was getting so horny. The heat of the amazing prick was giving her a brain fog deeper than any inebriation.
When she was finished, Eivor's cock was coated in spit. Rosta smiled naughtily at her handiwork. But as much as she wanted to fiddle around with this dick some more, there was something else that caught her eye. Namely, those balls.
Eivor's scrotum had become quite engorged. They were already plump since seeing her mother's beautiful naked body bared before her. But all that teasing had only made it so much worse. Just as Eivor had a massive penis, her sack was also quite large and for several moments Rosta wondered if she could even get one of those nuts inside of her mouth.
She was up to the challenge. Closing her eyes, she took one of the nuts into her mouth and started sucking on it. It was so hard and hot that it felt like iron heated up over the smith's forge rather than an actual testicle. Rosta closed her eyes in deep satisfaction as she licked all over it. The overwhelming heat of those genitals in her mouth made her lips so hot and become very swollen themselves.
Unable to take it anymore, Rosta braved the chance and took the whole sack into her mouth. It wasn't easy, not with how much bigger those nuts had become in the time that she began playing with her daughter's dick. But she wedged the pair into her mouth as best she could and began sucking on them again.
That big dick was dwarfing her field of vision the whole time. It was all she could see, the smell of it was just as hot and lewd as before, and she didn't dare look away from it. With the flickering light in the room not letting her always see it clearly, the only she consistently discerned was the spittle covered the surface. As she went down on that dick, she began to fantasize about doing so much more with it.
Rosta took the balls out of her mouth. She licked her lips, she felt the heat and taste of Eivor's package in her mouth, but that was nothing compared to the fire burning in her body. She might have craved that dick, but she looked up at her daughter's face to see her faintly whimpering. And her whole body was shaking.
It awakened a predatory instinct within her. Wasting no more time, Rosta took the whole cock into her mouth. Eivor's whole body jumped up that instant and she let loose a pathetic squeak. It was nothing like the hardened drengr who had led so many raids and avenged her people. But for all that, it was only her warrior's spirit that kept her from collapsing on the spot.
It was going to get a whole lot worse. Rosta bobbed her head back and forth fast. She had played with and teased this dick plenty beforehand. Now all she wanted to do was eat it up as much as she could.
Try as Eivor might to keep herself still, she was losing it. As her mother devoured that dick to the back of her throat each time, she eventually had no choice but to grab the back of her head to keep herself upright. That did nothing for her footing, she was making awkward and erratic little movements, nothing like a dancer or something out to flyt but instead much like a little girl being tormented. There was no question that she had sobered up fast by now.
Rosta showed no concern for that. Indeed she only went down on her that much quicker. Sensing Eivor was about to collapse even though her fingers were coiling deep in her head of hair, she clamped her hands onto her daughter's naked and firm ass. Her daughter's behind was no less exquisite and as Eivor was holding fast onto her head to remain steady, so did Rosta clamp her own digits into those succulent asscheeks, moving them around and playing with them as she liked.
Eivor's dick was trembling in her mouth. Rosta was still sucking her off but hadn't changed her technique one bit. She knew the incoming climax was inevitable. Yet what ultimately did her in wasn't any focused fellatio, but instead the way her butt was being played with. As she was throwing her head back and biting her lip to keep her moans of pleasure from reaching the rest of the village, Rosta's fingers edged in deeper into the cleft of her asscrack and gently prodded her daughter's anus.
That did it. Eivor let out a sudden gasp that sounded more like the wind had knocked out of her and then she lost it. She couldn't hold in the embarrassing wails that erupted from the bottom of her throat as she exploded in climax. Rosta barely had anytime to process it herself, that cock she had assumed control over flailed wildly around in her mouth for several seconds almost gagging her. Then it released it's fluid, shooting several strong gushes of semen down her throat without her having the chance to swallow it, and then more, and then more.
Even when Eivor's flood of cum began to die down, Rosta's mouth was shown no mercy. At that point Wolf-Kissed was frantically pumping her penis in her mother's mouth, desperate to release as much goo as she could. Rosta's throat was no longer being forced down with jizz but her mouth was filled up with so much cum that it began to spill down her lips. She just swallowed it down as best as she could.
When Eivor was finished, she weakly pulled her dick out of Rosta's mouth without thinking. Her dick was still quite hard and released several more splashes of cum all over her mother's face. She was panting weakly at that point, not quite cognizant of anything but her own pleasure. She was barely standing at that point.
She looked down at Rosta. She was transfixed by the sight of her mother in the faint light afforded them, her face coated with jizz sparkling in the faint light while swallowing down as much cum as she could. She took generous dabs the of jizz marking her face with her hands and ate that too. Eivor's dick was trembling from the ferocity of that orgasm and far from satisfied, she wanted more.
Just as Rosta was swallowing some more spooge, Eivor blindsided her. She yanked on her mother's forearm, pulling her up and dragging her to the nearby chair by the window. Before Rosta could react, Eivor sat down and pulled her down so that she was sitting down on her daughter's lap. Rosta was about to say something but the insatiable Eivor had other ideas. The feeling of that bare ass on her naked skin, her dick was still trembling with want.
And then Eivor pulled her directly down onto her penis. Rosta grit through her teeth at their joining, she had no idea that Eivor would take things to this level. She had tempted her daughter to be sure, but after being purely on the dominant side, Eivor would outdoing herself by switching those roles around. Slowly, Rosta's anus was lowered onto Eivor's dick.
Then Eivor began pumping in and out of Rosta's asshole. Just like when she had lowered her mother's anus onto her dick, it was slow at first. Even in that drunken haze of lust, she knew how to be gentle. But that initial phase didn't last long, the tightness of the Raven jarl's anus was too good, and Wolf-Kissed could only want more. Gradually, Eivor began to pick up the pace inside of her.
While Rosta was bouncing up on that dick, Eivor's hands greedily moved from her hips to her tits. Clutching onto those breasts with full strength, Rosta gasped from those hands holding her mammaries as roughly as she could. She looked back faintly at her lover. “Please...be gentle with them...”
Feeling a bit naughty Eivor only smiled and said, “Alright.”
She immediately relented on the vice grip she had on Rosta's breasts. She softly massaged the same breasts that had nursed her as a child, old age had not made them any less desirable or pliant, and her fingers gently traced those nipples, feeling them becoming so much harder with each passing second and teasing her, tracing her digits on their surface. She felt Rosta's anal passage growing tighter on her cock with every second.
But she was still moving inside that ass with that same measured speed. Eventually Rosta couldn't take it anymore and threw her head back on Eivor's shoulder, her mane of soft hair falling back. Eivor rubbed her face on those full locks and then started eating her neck. She took those stiffening nipples in between her fingers and rubbed on them with just a little more vigor while she quickly increased the pace of pounding inside that butt.
At that point Rosta couldn't take it anymore. She was feverishly riding Eivor much like just some common whore that would have been taken captive into Kjotve's ranks so long ago. Eivor herself was not inclined to show mercy either and as she kissed all over her neck, the both of them locked eyes once more. Recognizing the raw lust they both shared, they stuck out their tongues and nastily mashed them together.
Still, even Eivor had her limits. Her own breasts were rubbing on her mother's back in all that crazy fucking and the pressure building up in her penis was getting that much worse. Unable to take it anymore, she threw her head back and came, blowing a hot load straight into Rosta's asshole.
Rosta didn't even try and keep in her wails of climax this time. The pounding of that phallus, the gush of cum flooding inside of her, it was all so good. She didn't care about anything anymore other than this sweet moment of joining.
When Eivor was finished, she lifted Rosta up off her dick. The slow motion of her coming off was just as sweet as when she had been pounding deep inside of her and a thick load of cum oozed out of her asshole. Still feeling it from all that intense fucking, Rosta weakly walked back on over to her bed and lay down on her back.
But she was far from finished. Eivor looked at her mother lying there, all that cum pouring out of that anus. That pussy was looking so very inviting. And then Rosta moved a hand down to her twat and absent mindedly fondled herself.
Eivor didn't need a second invitation. Still craving more, she got up and stood over her mother lying supine on the bed. Rosta faintly looked up at her. Seeing the look in her daughter's eyes, that penis hovering right over her pussy, Rosta's smiled widened. She opened up the petals of her vagina and slowly nodded with approval.
That was all the signal Eivor needed. Grabbing onto the back of her mother's thighs, she slammed that dick inside of her. Unlike last time, the both of them were going at it hard and fast from the get go.
Rosta's breasts were jiggling with each thrust between them. Eivor couldn't look at anything else. She grabbed onto her mother's tits again and this time manhandled them as she pleased.
While Eivor was going at it with Rosta, she got herself more comfortable. She got up on the bed and stood up on her knees hovering right over her lover and looking down deep into her eyes while continuing to stab her meat deep into that cunt. To make matters worse, she began massaging her mother's nipples with her palms, ignoring the rest of those teats. The harder she did it, the louder and more lustful her lover became. Soon Rosta couldn't handle it anymore and wrapped her legs around Eivor's back in a deliberate act of lustful submission.
Eivor was surprised when she was already on the pangs to another climax. She leaned forward and started making out with Rosta. There was nothing eloquent about the way they were going at it, they were flicking their tongues on each other like crazy. And their naked tits were rubbing up raw on each other with every second.
Eivor's breath hitched when she came again. Her dick let loose with another flood of cum and Rosta threw her head back in helpless ecstasy as she was pushed to yet another mind blowing orgasm. Neither of them was still in that mutual climax, they were still going at it hard.
By the time they were done, Rosta had seemed to settle down. Eivor on the other hand was not so easily satisfied. Wanting to spice things up a bit, she flipped the Raven jarl around so that Wolf-Kissed was looking right at her ass. At that point Rosta was on all fours.
She wouldn't be for long. Without warning, Eivor began plowing that pussy again in earnest. Still stinging with ecstasy, the impact made Rosta's torso collapse. The only thing keeping her bottom upright were Eivor's hands on her hips.
Rosta couldn't do much but just sit there and take it. She was getting plowed so hard that she had to bite into the mattress. With every thrust from that big dick, it felt like it was piercing all the way up her spine to her skull.
Eivor spanked Rosta. The supplicant couldn't hide her squeaks of excitement, sounding more like a pathetic little mouse than jarl of the Raven clan. It made her pussy tremble too, and Eivor grinned at how good it felt on her prick.
It would prove to be too much for her. Just as Eivor was getting used to this dominant position, still pumping inside that pussy, she hissed and groaned, busting another load deep inside. Rosta barely croaked out at being filled up once again.
Eivor fell back onto her side. Two strong orgasms in a row were enough to even make this drengr weary. But as she was ready to close her eyes, she saw Rosta get up with a surprising amount of energy and get up on all fours.
Rosta looked back at her with a naughty smile. Eivor was just staring at the wanton sight before her. When Rosta spanked her own ass, it was enough to make the drengr jump up with excitement this time. She wouldn't miss this chance.
Standing up on her knees, Eivor let her penis hang on her mother's ass. The sight of being inside that pussy again, all that cum pouring out, it had had raring to go for more. She couldn't resist any long.
She slammed herself of Rosta as hard as possible. This time they were both going at it, Rosta hitting her ass back on the penis fucking deep inside of her. They were only grunting roughly, both of them determined to outdo the other. The light was still faint in their room, but in the waving fires, they could see a thin sheen of sweat forming on each other's bodies.
That wouldn't be the only thing they would be seeing. As they were rocking back and forth with each other, they had failed to notice a visitor. The shape slowly advanced, not sure of what they were seeing.
Eivor and Rosta were fucking each other so hard that they ignored their warriors' instincts and barely acknowledged the visitor's shadow being cast over them. But as soon as they both noticed it, they both jumped up as if they were being beset by an invader. They looked in that direction.
It was Randvi. She was staring there motionless, not saying a thing. But the shock, the outrage was clear on her face.
“Eivor...how could you...?” She wasn't screaming. For all that, the anger in her tone was far louder than any war cry. Eivor was speechless. That did nothing to temper Randvi's fury. Especially with how Eivor was still fucking her mother. She suddenly screamed. “Why are you still doing it! Especially with your own mother!” Eivor only turned away. Randvi was crying now. “Eivor, I thought you were different...I thought you were someone special...”
Even for a warrior, it was too much for her. Weeping she turned around and left the longhouse in a fit. Rosta looked back at her. By now, she was beginning to sober up.
“Do you...want to...?”
Eivor didn't answer, she just kept on pumping deep inside of that pussy. Already getting it good, Rosta's breath hitched from the massive dick still fucking her hard. No matter how many times she got it, she could never stand a chance against this cock.
And Eivor was going to make it worse. Leaning forward, she reached a hand lower down to Rosta's vagina. Even as much of a warrior as she was, Wolf-Kissed could be gentle when she wanted to. Slowly, carefully, her fingers found her mother's clit.
The nub was already beginning to poke out from the hood. No longer plagued with doubts from that encounter from Randvi, she took the sensitive membrane between her digits and began stroking it. Rosta grunted like one of the many foes she had slain and threw her head back. She had been moving back hard on her daughter's dick, but now her technique had become weak and clumsy.
The same could not be said for Eivor. She continued to maintain a vicious balance of fucking her hard while also striking her nice and slow. The woman under her was moving like crazy, she couldn't take it anymore from that terrible pounding and the fingers stroking her sweet spot.
The instant Rosta came, she squeezed down harder than ever on Eivor. It took her by surprise, and this time she looked away and gasped. Then before she knew it, she came again, blowing yet another load deep into her cunt.
Seemingly exhausted, Rosta collapsed on her side, leaving a long trail of goo between their genitals. Eivor was feeling it too. She was standing up on her knees during all that sex, but she was so winded that she had no choice but to plop down onto her knees. She breathed hard, her dick tingling from all that crazy sex and the sweet feeling of all that cum on her dick.
As she was taking it all in, she could hear Randvi's faint whimpers outside. Now fully satisfied, Eivor had a mind to go outside and say something to her. But just as she was beginning to get up, Rosta rose and began sucking her off again, cleaning her up good. She knew she should have said something, tried to push her away.
But when she looked down at that face blowing her, she just didn't want to. Rosta looked up at her with a wicked smile. “The night is young drengr. And you shouldn't go out at night like this. Too many wolves to be fearful of.”
Eivor wanted to push her away. But more than that, she just wanted to stay right there. She looked down at her appendage, and then at the woman beckoning her.
In the morning, all the other Ravens seemed to note that Eivor and Rosta were both walking really funny. And nobody else could discern why Randvi seemed so distant from everyone else.
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