027 R18

Beer and mead disappeared from the tables as quickly as it appeared on them, I was impressed with how Frida made sure that nothing was missing for the guests. I was sitting with Lagertha and we were talking about various topics, but you could tell in her voice that she was a bit nervous. The reason was obvious, she was going to be a woman in a few hours, and while Frida had made her aware of sex, she probably had seen Fride and Arne doing it, it didn't change the fact that she was going to experience it.

I leaned over her and said in her ear that she didn't have to be so nervous, for me it will also be the first time and that everything will be fine, she can trust me... Of course it was technically true, in this life I not had any pleasure with a woman. In the previous one with all the whores in the capital ... but that was in another life.

I decided to stretch my legs and get some air ... it was already evening, I stood by the fire and wondered what to do next. Ragnar and Floki had the idea of ​​sailing west much earlier than they had on the show. Lagertha became my wife ... I don't know if Bjorn will be born. I wonder where these changes will lead me.

I didn't hear when Lagertha came up to me from behind ... I just felt her hug.

- Ulf, what are you thinking?

- That I have the most beautiful wife in the whole of Scandinavia, and not so long ago she stamped her foot out of anger and threw food at me when something did not suit her. You were so cute then.

- Then I'm not cute anymore? You once said that it's my beauty that adds beauty to my dress.

Two years ... Gods why do women have to remember everything? and why she has to remind me about it...

- You still are, but right now this dress might be too small for you.

- I know, I have grown a lot.

- I wasn't thinking about your height.

She hugged me tighter and pinched my side. Lagertha was only 16 years old. In a way, she was still a child who would soon become a woman.

- Let's go back inside, because the guests will think that I already took you to the bedroom.

I picked her up in my arms and carried her back home, as was my custom, I had to do it even when we went to another room and it was not allowed to stumble because it was supposed to be bad luck. We sat down at the table again and made a toast, drinking from one horn is inconvenient, you have to drink all the contents at once because you cannot put it down and we have to drink together, even if one of us does not want to ... it was one of those customs that irritated me. Getting drunk was a must for everyone, so I asked Frida to give us weak mead, I didn't want Lagertha to be unconscious on our wedding night.

It was late at night when Frida signaled that it was time for the bride and groom to go to the bedroom. We got up from the table, picked up Lagerth and carried her to the bedroom ... with seven people to witness that everything was happening voluntarily. Fortunately, they would only escort us, if they wanted to be there, that would be a problem... killing guests at your wedding is said to bring bad luck.

I put her on the bed, locked the door, just in case. I poured her some mead into a mug and handed it to her. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Lagertha was a little embarrassed, but the alcohol did its job.

- You don't have to worry.

- Frida said that the first time I could hurt and bleed.

- It's true, but I will try to make you remember our first night as best as possible. Just trust me and let me guide you.

Lagertha nodded, stood up, and began to undress. She took off the belt, and I helped untie her dress, which fell to the floor.

I hugged her waist tight ... and slowly started kissing her neck and shoulders. I took my time, we had the rest of the night ahead. The tip of my tongue moved over her skin from her neck to her buttocks along her spine. Lagertha stood silent all the time, letting me guide her. After a dozen or so minutes of such caresses, I took her by the hand and we went to the bed on which I put her, I undressed and lay down next to Lagertha and stroked her cheek, brought my face close to hers and I started kiss her lips. My hand gently massaged her breast... after a few minutes I started kissing her breasts, belly ... until I was between her thighs. I caressed every inch of her skin, kissed her calves, thighs. I ran my tongue over her labia and vagina, leaving her clitoris at the end. Lagertha was wet, her breathing was faster, but I wondered why I couldn't hear her moans. I looked at her face, and Lagertha was covering her mouth with her hand. I got up, my face was above her. I looked into her glassy eyes and asked if she wanted to stop.

- No

- You don't have to cover your mouth if you want to scream or say something, just do it.

She didn't answer, just grabbed my neck and kissed me on the lips.

I entered her very slowly, not wanting her to get scared of our first intercourse. I could see a mixture of fear, excitement, anticipation on Lagerth's face ... as I entered it completely, there was also a grimace of pain.

My movements became a little faster and deeper. I felt the muscles of my wife's vagina tighten on my penis, suddenly I felt a pain in my back ... Lagertha dug her nails into my body, I felt the blood trickling down my body.

A dozen minutes later I came and hoped Lagertha was too, my penis was covered with blood and semen, as was the sheet. I lay down next to Lagerth and hugged her tightly, kissing her lips.

- Rest, there are many such nights ahead of us.