The skin, blocking the entrance to a long wooden house, was pulled back with a strong hand. Outside inside she let out a cold, a few snowflakes and a viking man. He was slouching from fatigue, carrying a heavy bag on his shoulder, and bare arms covered with scars. From above, on top of two warm woolen tunics without sleeves, a wolf skin was draped over. Autumn night in Hedeby was snowy, dark and cold. Snow showered ankle-deep, and Skidulf the Killer of Noblemen wet his feet while he reached his house. Now the stern Viking with a yellow beard, a mustache, braided in a pigtail and hair below the shoulders tiredly, but sighed contentedly. He was at home.

He took off his soaked leather shoes with an ankle fastener and set foot in the windings on the plank floor, which was so natively crunchy under his six-weight weight. Skidulf was great, slanting sazhen in the shoulders, a beard descended on his chest, and his hands were as thick as the legs of another Rus or Anglo-Saxon.

The long house, in the middle of the table, a little farther in the floor, in the pit, the hearth is adapted. Next to him sits Gudrun, the daughter of Sigreyda, the wife of Skidulf. Blonde braid to the waist, leather strap intercepts the hair on the forehead, a red dress made of silk wraps around her figure. She turned her head at the sound of the creaking floor and then jumped up.

- Skidulf! - She cried, rushing to the Viking on the shoulders. He with heavy thunder dropped his bag on the floor. He opened, and silver dirhams, crowns, dinars rolled on the boards ...

“I came back, Gudrun, and took a lot of booty.” My hand has not touched any women since I sailed from Hedeby on Trakold's Drakkar. Gods, how I miss you, - he embraced her and buried his nose in her hair. Gudrun laughed softly, not even looking at the mined treasures.

- Finally, finally, - Skidulf embraced her tighter, and the hand slid on the ass Danish. Fingers squeezed warm flesh, the heat of which was felt even through the fabric of the dress. The house was suffocating smoke from the hearth, but the Viking and his wife now did not pay any attention to this.

Their lips met, and the Viking kissed her as passionately as ever before: he kissed his wife every time he returned from his wick to his hometown. He spent four months aboard the Drakkar, a nimble ship of northern thieves. Four months of rowing, storms, battles, blood and sea salt. And finally, under the feet, the deck does not swing, and the hands do not squeeze the sword, but the backside of a beautiful Danish girl with piercing blue eyes.

Finally, their passionate kiss broke off. The warrior tore her dress with his bare hands, and his bits slipped to the woman's legs. His greedy eyes appeared high elastic breasts with hardened nipples, sleek hands, not knowing labor and bloody corns, slender camp, a triangle, gently tapering to the coveted heart ... Steep thighs, long legs. Finally, having stopped looking at his treasure, Skidulf grabbed his wife in his arms and laid him on the table, knocking a jug with some liquid on the floor. From the dark corner of the house a frightened trill poked, fearing the wrath of an excited lord. But the Viking already jerked into Gudrun, and, hearing her cry, growled. His penis, enormous, like all northerners, with a squishing sound, entered Gudrun, which simply expired with liquid. He knew: she did not cheat on him, no, never, but he never cheated on her. And now, after four months of abstinence, they are reunited again. Skidulf poured into her after ten strong pushes.

Gudrun slipped off his penis and took it in her mouth, looking with loving eyes into the eyes of her husband, who was now at the peak of bliss. He continued to cum, getting cum in her mouth, on her tongue, on her lips. Then she carefully licked the Dane's cannon, feeling its only taste. Only this taste she knew from the time of their marriage on the island of Roskilde, where she was from. Only Skidulf touched her, only with him did she indulge in love.

Viking, looking at how his lover caresses his penis with his lips and fluttering tongue, again began to be excited. Very soon his cock straightened and hardened right in the mouth of Gudrun.She put her tongue around his head and lustfully licked her lips. The Viking wanted more.

He carried her to the skins piled on the fire and set it on all fours, spreading her legs. The wife readily arched her ass, leaving her husband to admire the milky white buttocks, her bosom and the lubricant running down her thighs.

Skidulf knelt and hugged his wife by the waist. His dick easily found the way inside, penetrating deeper and deeper into the most intimate corners. It would seem that he pierced it all the way through, but Gudrun appreciated the power of a huge member. She gasped sweetly and began podmahivat ass, sitting down on a Viking stake. He snarled again and began to quickly plunge his weapon straight into the depths of his wife.

They fucked like that a minute, two, ten. Then he bent down and grabbed her by the big dangling breasts. They became familiar in his palm, so elastic, desirable, rounded. The Dane lifted Gudrun and now copulated with her in an embrace, firmly clinging to her back with his powerful torso. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The pleasure grew, and the Viking felt that he would soon end the second time. Gudrun, a sensitive, understanding girl without words, shook with her orgasm, but felt that her husband was also close to a climax. She jumped off again, turned and arched, like a lustful slut from a port brothel. She devotedly and lovingly looked into his eyes, ready to submit to him completely and without question.

Sticking out her tongue and closing her eyes, the beautiful Dane began to quickly jerk off the huge phallus of her husband. After a while, his eggs tightened, and Gudrun was hit in the face by a tight stream of sperm, a thick, closed-up eyes, nose and lips. She waited until the torrent, even after the second time, the stream dried out, and then squeezed all the remnants. She got up and wiped her face with a linen cloth.

Skidulf the Murderer of Notables lay on the skins at the hearth, naked, with a body shiny with sweat. His face radiated a happy smile.

Gudrun brought him to drink home-made beer and taste home-made roasts, and then lay down next to her, hugging his mighty shoulders. She smiled too. Now he is at home again. Now again he is entirely hers. And they still have a whole long northern night ahead ...