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The Son Of Ragnar

One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!

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Ulf, the brother of Ragnar Lothbrok, grew a lot stronger in terms of combat as he had partaken in raids set up by King Askild in hopes of earning his favor and despite his many exploits in battle, it was not enough. He was never recognized as anything more than the brother of Ragnar Lothbrok.

He trained Bjorn and taught him his battle stance but this did not satisfy the Viking spirit in him.

He needed something or someone to truly reignite his fading battles for fighting, he knew raids did not cut it anymore as Asger was the king's favorite after his capture of Egil and even Ulf was impressed.

He knew he could not manage such a feat, and how cunning Asger was in that situation but he also blamed Egil for getting too complacent, this was a stupid mistake for a seasoned fighter.

Ulf did not take a wife this year but he fucked multiple whores and took a liking to a slave girl, but it was nothing but sexual.

Her name was Ottkatla, she had big breasts and a robust figure despite her face not being anything to write home about but Ulf found comfort in her large bosoms. Her shape was curvaceous and any man that could get past the face was in for a treat.

"Lord Ulf, I am here as you requested," Ottkatla said and Ulf eyed her up and down, she wore a top that exposed the top of her cleavage, and her upper thighs exposed.

Ulf looked at her, like a predator sizing up its prey, she could feel the heat in the atmosphere as Ulf created a sexual tension that made her wet in no time. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her feel like she was at his mercy.

"Come over here, Ottkatla," Ulf commanded her and she was hesitant in approaching her because she was scared of him, the look in his eyes was that of either extreme lust or murderous intent.

But she listened regardless, she was just a slave and Ulf possessed a certain influence just by being related to Ragnar and this gave her little to no choice but he did not touch her despite their meeting on numerous occasions like other men.

"Y-Yes..." She stuttered and started to walk towards Ulf and Ulf stared her right in the eyes, other men's eyes would be fixed on her bosoms' but it was like Ulf was looking into her soul.

She stopped right in front of Ulf and he gestured for her to undress, he just liked looking at her naked body without touching her. This was a weird ritual he has been doing, he liked the sight of a woman's naked body and despite his sexual experiences with whores, he did not treat the slave girl like one but she used her hands to cover both her nipples and private area.

"I-Is my body to your satisfaction today?" Asked Ottkatla. She was nervous as Ulf previously asked her to lose a little weight on their next meet which was today.

"It is perfect," Ulf said, sitting on a chair as he unfastened his trouser to take his stiff penis in his right hand.

"Take your hands off," Ulf instructed and she complied without hesitation.

He began stroking the shaft of his penis, while not even sparing the face of Ottkatla a glance and under his breath, he whispered.

"Lagertha..." Ulf moaned the name of his brother's wife.

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The day ended and it was the day of the duel between Tyr and Bjorn, they were both excited to be showing their skills to their father, and to measure how far they came in terms of their rivalry.

"Bjorn against Tyr, my two sons. Let me see you two battle it out." Ragnar said, but the two boys suddenly felt the pressure. Neither of them wanted to disappoint their fathers but this meant that they would give it their all and this was exactly what Ragnar wanted.

"Are you ready?" Ragnar asked both boys, but instead of a wooden sword, Ragnar gave them actual steel to see how they handle its original weight in combat.

"Start!" Ragnar gave the command and Tyr rushed immediately to strike his brother, he was fast, and Ragnar had seen his speed far too many times in their training sessions but he saw little of Bjorn's combat prowess.

Bjorn managed to block it and counter-attack in a single move but this was due to Tyr's sluggish movement with a real sword, it was a lot heavier than the wooden one he has been using with his father.

"Come on, Tyr! This cannot be all my rival is capable of," Bjorn teased, he managed to nick the cloth Tyr was wearing, showing Bjorn held the upper hand. Ragnar was not surprised as it was Ulf training him and he also had his blood.

"I am just getting warmed up!" Tyr shouted in response, he was full of openings and this drew Bjorn to attack but this was bait. Tyr intentionally left himself open to draw the much slower Bjorn to attack and the bait was successful as Bjorn lunged forward to cut him but his sword missed because Tyr evaded it. His speed suddenly increased, and he was able to nick the cloth of Bjorn to return the favor.

"That was smart." Ragnar thought. Tyr did not use his full speed in the first exchange to give Bjorn a false perception of his speed and this way he could take him by surprise in the second attack.

"Now that is more like it!" Bjorn shouted, he was getting hyped up because he saw that Tyr's skills had also improved but before they could exchange blows once more, Ragnar stepped in between them with both boys halting their strikes.

"That is enough training between you two," He said, unsheathing his sword.

"How about you two fight me," Ragnar said in a rhetorical tone.

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