Milk for the Viking Lord (Viking, Virgin, Breeding, Milking Erotica, Lactation Sex, BBW, Group Milking) (2 page)

The feast was rich and spoken of for years to come. The mead
and ale was drank by all except the berserkers and Styr. She ate lightly and
only wanted Styr to take her and consummate the marriage. She watched him laugh
and bellow and be the great chief that she knew he was.

Styr stood and grasped her by the hand. The crowd cheered
behind her as they walked out of the hall. She turned and smiled at them all as
Styr brought her into his chambers. He laid her on the rich furs on his bed.

“Now my wife, you will give me a son! After my conquests you
shall be a Queen!” Styr began to disrobe slowly. “My berserkers will come and
suckle from your breast when we are done. It will make them strong and we will
win great glory!”

Asa lay on the bed speechless, nervous, excited, and hardly
able to believe what fate awaited her. Was that how the legendary berserks
gained such strength? Her breasts ached and she felt her loins burn with
excitement. Each of her breasts was swelled like a ripe melon. She was eager
for him to suck on her breasts and give him more of her luscious milk.

Styr stood above her and pulled her dress off of her. He
cast aside the cloth covering her breasts and buried his face on the milk wet
skin. She finally got what she wanted all day. Now was the moment. She ached for
him, wanted him, needed him so badly. His tongue slid around and lapped up the
milk on her breasts. He suckled on her lightly and then deeper and deeper. She
squirmed as she felt his whole mouth envelop her nipple and suck deeply.

She clutched his thick dark hair in her hands and pulled him
tighter. It seemed to be the only thing that would relieve the aching she felt
in her breasts. His hands slid down her stomach and through her light hair and
onto her wet lips. She moaned and let out a deep sigh of relief. She was
nervous. It was her first time. His fingers slid up and down her mound, it grew
wetter and juicier with every pass. He continued to suckle as he slowly slid a
finger into her. She squealed and felt the tightness.

His tongue and suckling, coupled with his fingers slowing
sliding into her, brought her close to an orgasm. She wanted to feel him in
her, she wanted to know what it was like. The milk ran down the breast he
wasn’t suckling and onto her chest. She had no idea that a breast could produce
so much milk. A sweet smell wafted lightly in the room.

She slid her hand down and grasped onto his cock and stroked
softly. He slid his hips up closer and she stroked him faster. She released him
and wetted her hands with the milk and began to stroke him faster. The milk
made an excellent lubricant as she stroked and pulled on him. Styr moaned and
thrust his hips forward. She cried out as he pushed his fingers deeper. It was
so tight and felt so good she didn’t know what to do.

“Oh Styr, take me!” Asa cried out. Her breasts ached, her
loins ached, she needed to be bred and now.

Styr slipped out of her milk wet grasp and guided himself
down until the tip of his hot throbbing cock was resting on her mound. She
looked up, nervous, into his dark eyes. She wanted him so bad, she wanted to
give him a son, now was her moment. She grasped his forearms tightly and
watched him as he slowly pushed himself into her.

A fire burned in her as his wet cock slid into her slowly.
There was a brief moment where it seemed to pause, almost hover, before pushing
into her. A brief moment of pain followed by tenderness was punctuated by an
unbelievably amazing feeling as Styr slowly pushed himself in and out of her.
She moaned and clutched her breasts tightly. It felt so good! She couldn’t
believe how amazing it was, even through the tenderness.

Milk ran down her chest as she kneaded her breasts. Styr
lowered himself down onto her and nestled himself in as he pushed and ground
himself deeper into her. She loved it, she loved how it felt, she loved how he
felt, she loved how her breasts were swollen, she loved the thought of having a
son, Styr’s son.

She watched him, a wide smile on her face, as he pushed in
and out. His beard tickled her breasts and she giggled with excitement and
lust. Her hands were wet and slick with the milk. She slid her fingers into his
mouth, he eagerly sucked the milk off of them. She finally reached the moment
she had waited for and had the most amazing orgasm that she ever thought
possible. Her cries of joy were heard far out into the hall, she could hear
cheers echo back. She was pleased and Styr looked very pleased.

He pushed faster, squeezing her in his large arms, until he
finally came inside of her. She knew it was done, she could see the fire dim in
his eyes as he held himself deep inside of her. The warmth spread and she knew
that she was bred. She was reluctant to feel him go, but he slowly pulled
himself out of her. He slid down and suckled on her breast, drawing her nipples
in deep, and lapping the milk that came from her.

She basked his the warmth of the moment and cradled his head
in her arm. She knew she would be happy now, she had what her mother always
told her that she would have. Styr, dark hair and beard on her chest, looked
content. He stopped his suckling and sat up next to her.

“Now, you will be a mother to all who will suckle from you,
such is your duty.” Styr looked her in the eyes and held her gaze. He stood and
put his clothes back on.

She felt odd at first, and warm with nervousness, but she
knew now what the crone meant. She would be a mother to them all. Styr stood
and handed her a gown, blue like the sea. She stood before him and shrugged
herself into it. She looked like a queen now and knew it. She walked out into
the hall proudly, arm in arm with Styr.

A cheer rose from the collected Vikings that nearly deafened
her. She savored the moment and stood next to Styr. A wooden chair, slightly
lower than Styr’s, was sat next to his throne. Asa looked down to the hall
filled with Vikings. Styr stood and silenced the crowd.

“Berserkers! Vikings! Behold your new Queen!” The crowd
erupted in rough cheers. “She will provide me with a son, an heir for us all.”
The cheers grew louder in the hall. “She will nurse my berserkers, her milk
will make us strong!” The berserkers stood, and cheered loudest of all. “So
come forth my berserkers, and taste milk from her breast!” The crowd rose in
cheers again as Styr finished his speech. He looked down and nodded to Asa.

She raised her hands and untied the gold broach that held up
the blue gown. Her swollen milk filled breasts dropped down. Each of her
nipples trickled a steady stream of cream white milk. The eyes of the
berserkers grew and they murmured in satisfaction. They walked up in pairs,
fierce looking, as they knelt at her side.

Each of the berserkers looked to Styr. He nodded his head
and watched in satisfaction as each latched onto her breasts. Asa stifled a
moan as she felt the rough beards tickle against her tender breasts. Each of
the men suckled deeply and loudly. She could tell that this wasn’t the first
time they had done this. She felt relieved and satisfied to be please her lord.
The first pair stepped away and the milk ran down her large bared breasts even
faster.

Asa looked up to Styr who gazed down on her in smug satisfaction.
The next set of men knelt and repeated. The sensation of feeling the lips and
tongues on her nipples was almost too much. She moaned lightly and clutched
their heads tight to her breasts. The crowd watched in rapt attention as more
berserkers came and latched onto her swollen breasts.

She could barely contain the ecstasy she felt as more and
more of the vikings came forth and suckled from her breast. Some came and
suckled a moment, others latched on for a slow lapping bit. She came close to
orgasm more than once. When the line finally dwindled Styr bid her to go. He
leaned over so close that she could feel his whiskers on her neck.

“You’ve done well my bride, now sleep.”

Asa stood and felt the crones grip on her arm. The two
walked out of the hall and into Styr’s chambers. The crone nodded approvingly
as Asa sat on the edge of the bed. She felt warm, relaxed, and her breasts
finally felt relieved.

“Freya would be most proud my dear. I’ve only seen a
berserker nursing go so well once before in Uppsala.” The crone walked to the
heavy wood door and opened it slowly. “Sleep well child, you’ve done so well!”

Asa laid back in the rich folds of the bed and fell asleep.
Her last visions were of Styr and the men all suckling from her breast. She was
most satisfied with herself.

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