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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!

Kelvin_A · 历史
分數不夠
518 Chs

Ulf's Rage [TRIGGER WARNING]

Ulf was spent, his balls were empty and the room's stench changed to that of semen.

He could not believe how good Bergdis felt but the fantasy he held up in his mind was what helped him finish.

Bergdis was not conscious, that was to be expected considering the way Ulf had fucked her but with lust out of his eyes. His mind reprocessed the situation the moment his eyes glanced at the naked woman beside him.

It was not Lagertha, he jumped to his feet not because of this realization but rather because he had not seen Lagertha, even at the harbor. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ulf cussed his stupidity, he knew Ragnar would not forgive him if anything happened to his wife. No, he would not forgive himself.

Bergdis awoke thanks to the noise caused by Ulf, and she was curious where he was in a hurry but she also knew it was not in her place to ask.