Spar Of Brothers [R18+]

Ulf, the brother of Ragnar Lothbrok, grew significantly stronger in combat through raids organized by King Askild in hopes of earning his favor. However, despite his many exploits in He trained Bjorn and taught him his battle stance, but this did not satisfy the Viking spirit within him. 

Ulf longed for something or someone to reignite his passion for fighting. Raids no longer sufficed, especially since Asger, the king's favorite, had captured Egil in a remarkable display of cunning. Even Ulf was impressed. Ulf acknowledged he could not replicate such a feat and admired Asger's cleverness. Yet, he also blamed Egil for his complacency, a foolish mistake for a seasoned warrior.

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 her cleavage, and revealed her upper thighs

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 him 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 as she approached. Ulf's piercing eyes met hers, seeming to look straight into her soul, unlike other men whose gaze lingered only on her bossoms

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 before their next meeting which was today.

"It is perfect," Ulf said, sitting on a chair as he unfastened his trousers 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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Later that day, it was time for the duel between Tyr and Bjorn. Both were excited to showcase their skills before their father and measure their progress as rivals.

"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 father but this meant that they would give it their all and this was exactly what Ragnar wanted.

"Are you ready?" Ragnar asked, handing them real steel swords instead of wooden ones to test their ability to handle the weapons' weight.

"Start!" Ragnar commanded. Tyr launched the first strike, showcasing his speed. Ragnar had witnessed this trait in training, but Bjorn's combat abilities remained less familiar. Bjorn blocked the attack and countered swiftly, exploiting Tyr's struggle with the heavier weapon.

"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.

"Smart move," Ragnar thought. Tyr had concealed his true speed during the initial exchange, lulling Bjorn into underestimating him.

"Now that's more like it!" Bjorn exclaimed, energized by Tyr's improvement. However, before they could clash again, Ragnar stepped between them, halting their swords.

"That's enough training," Ragnar said, unsheathing his blade.

"How about you two fight me?" Ragnar challenged rhetorically, a glint of excitement in his eyes.