In the early autumn of 926 AD, arrows darkened the sky as they soared towards the shield walls. Two rival chieftains and their kindred exchanged arrows before they clashed with swords and axes. The battle raged on for many hours. The battlefield was littered with blood and carnage from both sides. Amongst the two feuding sides was the mighty warrior Ragnar Vargar. Despite his vigor and prowess, Ragnar was struck in the chest with an axe.
He lay mortally wounded on the battlefield, waiting for the Valkyries to take him to Valhalla. A Norse seer came to him and placed a curse upon him. He was cursed over a blood feud that had raged on for centuries. The seer bound his soul to a bone runic amulet. The seer swore he would awaken again when the blood of his enemy called for him.
One thousand and one hundred years later, a beautiful, buxom blonde with blue eyes and ivory-white skin named Ellie Smith sat in an attorney's office, waiting to hear the last will of her dearly departed grandmother. Among the things she received was an ancient Norse bone amulet. She stared at the amulet and couldn’t understand why it was left to her with a note that read, “Be wary; this amulet holds great power.” Ellie closed the lid of the handcrafted wooden box and listened as the attorney relayed her grandmother’s last wishes. Once it was done, she headed home and tucked the box deep in the back of her closet. Months went by, and she was moving into a new house. She reached out to her family for help and was shocked when Joe offered.
Joe was a distant cousin, and because of old family hostility, he didn't spend much time around Ellie when they were growing up. They saw each other occasionally over the years at family reunions, weddings, and similar events. Ellie always found him to be very attractive. He stood 6 feet 2 inches tall, with broad shoulders, a muscular build, a bald head, a long beard, and an abundance of tattoos across his body.
Ellie was secretly very pleased that Joe was going to help her move for a couple of reasons. One, she got free labor, and secondly, she would have images to masturbate to later that evening. When Joe arrived, she wore her typical moving clothes: ripped jeans and a tight emerald green T-shirt. She offered him a cup of coffee before they got started. He pleasantly expected, as they caught up on what was going on in their lives.
Ellie asked if he could start in the bedroom closet. She did this because she wanted to see how he would react to her collection of seductive lingerie that she still had not boxed up. She followed him into the walk-in closet, admiring his firm ass and broad shoulders. When he saw her collection of not only lingerie but also sex toys, he stumbled back and knocked a wooden box off the shelf. It fell to the floor, and the ancient bone runic amulet tumbled out. Red in the face, he stuttered and apologized for what had just occurred. She smirked, and her heart fluttered at how he reacted to seeing her lingerie and sex toys. They both bent down to pick it up at the same time. Their fingers touched as they both clasped the amulet.
The sky went dark, and the house rumbled as the amulet glowed red. Joe started convulsing, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed unconscious on the floor. Ellie, startled by the events, noticed Joe lying lifeless on the floor. She put the amulet back into the box and called the ambulance. For weeks, he lay motionless in a coma in a hospital bed. Ellie visited him every day, guilt-ridden over what had happened. She was determined to figure out what happened in the closet when they both touched the amulet. She called his side of the family and her side, looking for any clues. She scoured old Norse texts looking for anything that could explain what happened. She was determined to find a way to wake him from his coma.
Early one morning, Ellie returned to the hospital with the handcrafted wood box. She placed the bone runic amulet on his chest, like the day Joe went into a coma. The sky went dark, the hospital rumbled, and the amulet glowed red. He convulsed, and his eyes sprang open. She jumped back and watched as he began to speak. At first, she could not understand a word he was saying, but as he woke more, his words became clear.
He looked at her and said, “Why have you pulled me from the great hall, Malicious witch? What is this magic, light without fire, the clothes that adorn me, and the monster that is attached to me? Am I in Helheim?”
She said, “Joe, are you ok and what are you talking about?”
He sat up and looked down at the tattoos on his body. He looked confused.
He said, “Who is Joe? I am Ragnar Vargar.”
Ellie looked puzzled by his response, but the name sounded familiar. She remembered reading it, and his family mentioned they were descendants of Ragnar Vargar. She asked him questions, but he had no answers that made sense to her. That’s when it happened: he saw the bone runic amulet, and Ragnar remembered his mortal death. The seer's final words rang in his ears: that he would awake again when the blood of his enemy summoned him.
Weeks passed as doctor after doctor examined Joe. They agreed his condition was because of the coma. Ellie believed there was more. She brought him home. Ragnar was overwhelmed by the fact that he was now 1100 years in the future in a body that was not his. He slowly came to grips with the strangeness of the situation. What really grounded him was Ellie. There was something in her eyes that reminded him of his wife, who died during childbirth.
One morning, Ragnar stood in the bathroom, unclad, looking over the body he now inhabited. That’s when Ellie walked by and froze in her tracks. She watched on in awe and felt dampness begin to form in her panties. She admired his muscular V-shaped torso and nice, firm ass. She always found Joe’s body appealing, but she would have never imagined how much until she saw Ragnar standing naked before her. As she watched, her panties became wet. He finally turned to face her in all his glory. Her mouth slightly opened, her heart raced, and her face became flushed. She was awestruck by his muscular torso covered in tattoos that led down to a very thick, impressive flaccid cock. She could no longer fight the urge. She bit her plush, full bottom lip as she drove her hand down her pants. She watched him as she rubbed her now engorged clit. Her juices allowed her hand to glide effortlessly along her dripping slit back to her clit. Her breathing became more labored as her legs began to quake. She felt a tightness in her core start to radiate out to her pussy. She rubbed harder and faster on her clit; she was seconds away from exploding in a series of orgasms like a volcano about to erupt. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle any moans or screams as her juices soaked her hand and panties. She continued to rub her clit as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Once she came down from her orgasm, she quickly ran down the hall, hoping he did not see her.
The more she spoke with Ragnar day after day, the more she tried to figure out why this had happened and why he was cursed. Her lust for him grew more intense with every interaction. Unbeknownst to her, he too felt the need to take her. He did not know how much longer he could fight the desire. It was the hardest battle he had ever faced, and he was losing swiftly.
One night, they sat in front of a roaring fire with the lights off. The flickering flames lit up the living room; she noticed this had a calming effect on him. He looked at her and admired her beauty and how sexy she looked in those strange clothes she wore. She wore a loose white cotton T-shirt that, under the flicker of the flame, he could see the outline of her round, full D-cup breasts, and her nipples would strain against the shirt when she moved just right. Her tight black yoga shorts cupped her perfect heart-shaped ass. He loved the way they clung tightly to her thighs and long, toned legs.
He could not fight this battle any longer; he had lost the battle. He stood up and walked in front of her. He stood motionless, staring down into her eyes as his cock started to harden beneath his shorts. Her eyes were transfixed on his rapidly growing cock, creating a tent in his shorts. He grabbed her wrist with his large, rough hands and pulled her to her feet. He pressed their bodies together as they embraced for the first time. She could feel his large, thick cock press against her stomach. When their lips finally touched, it sent a wave of electricity through their bodies. The kiss grew more intense as their tongues battled in a skillful conflict for control. She moaned and felt her yoga shorts become instantly drenched.
He released her wrists and cupped her round, firm ass before picking her up off the ground. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. She could feel his now fully engorged cock throb against her ass. He skillfully maneuvered around furniture like he was avoiding blows from a sword or axe on the battlefield. He headed toward her room, pulling her tightly against him.
He placed her on the bed and stepped back to slide off his shorts. His thick, large cock slapped back against his stomach as he freed it from its confines. He grabbed her hair and guided her mouth to his engorged cock. He pressed his cock past her full, wet, plump lips. She opened her mouth, allowing his cock to stretch her mouth and slide into her throat, causing her to gag and her eyes to water. He guided her head along his hard, throbbing cock. She could feel her juices flowing like a heavy downpour, completely drenching her yoga shorts. She moaned in between gasps as her tears now streaked her cheeks. He released her hair and grabbed her white T-shirt and tore it open, revealing her perfect full D-cup breasts with silver dollar-sized areolas and hard eraser-sized nipples. She squealed and wiggled in pleasure as he proceeded to do the same to her yoga shorts.
He could smell her beautiful arousal; it smelled like sweet honey mead and musk. He pressed her back, forcing her to lie flat on the bed. He towered over her as he kissed, licked, and sucked her neck. He continued to kiss down to her breast, where he flicked her hard nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple as he sucked and nibbled on it. His hand squeezed her other tit, pinching her nipple between his fingers. She moaned in pure pleasure as he continued his attack on her perfect tits.
She moaned and begged, “Oh, fuck, please fuck me.”
He ignored her pleas as he removed her nipple from his mouth and kissed and licked down her flat, toned belly. He continued to kiss and lick his way down her body. He took his hands and spread her legs, giving him access to the inside of her thighs. He nibbled, licked, and kissed both inner thighs. She moaned louder, and her hips rocked as his tongue split her wet, already flowering pussy. He ran his tongue from her ass up along her slit until his tongue flicked her clit. Her legs trembled harder on every stroke of his tongue. Each stroke from his tongue split her puffy pussy lips a bit more until he could suck her clit into his mouth. He sucked on her clit as he swirled his tongue across it. She now screamed in pure pleasure as he masterfully sucked on her clit. He slid his middle finger into her dripping wet pussy and slowly slid it in and out as he sucked on her clit. She screamed in pleasure as his finger probed the depths of her hot, wet pussy. He worked his finger around until he found her G-spot. He sucked harder on her clit as he rubbed her G-spot. It did not take long before she exploded again in a series of mind-blowing waves of orgasms. Her hips tried to buck, but his strength held her firmly in place as he continued to massage her G-spot and play with her clit through her roller-coaster of orgasmic bliss.
As the last wave passed through her, she lay motionless on the bed beneath him. He wasted no time sliding his large, muscular body up until his over-engorged, thick cock aligned with her dripping-wet pussy lips. He held his throbbing cock in one hand and grasped her throat with the other. He proceeded to run his bulbous head along her slit from top to bottom several times before he split her lips and drove his thick, throbbing cock into her wanting pussy. She attempted to scream, but his grip on her throat limited her ability, so all that escaped was a whimper. He continued to bury his cock deep into her until his cock struck her cervix. She tried to wiggle and squirm to adjust to the thickness of his cock, splitting her like an axe chopping through a piece of wood. He paused for a mere second before sliding his cock back out until only the head of his cock remained in her pussy. He drove hard back into her, and each stroke from his mighty cock caused her to moan louder and louder. He slid his hard, throbbing cock out of her well-used pussy. He released his grip from around her throat. He effortlessly spun her around to her hands and knees. He wrapped her long blonde hair in one hand as he guided his cock back into her wet pussy from behind. He pulled back on her hair, snapping her head back as he thrust hard and fast back into her, burying his cock in one stroke. She wailed like a banshee as he continued to punish her pussy. The sounds of colliding flesh echoed off the walls of the bedroom. She felt her legs shake, and she knew that she was going to explode again.
She screamed, “Punish me with Thor’s mighty hammer.”
With one final thrust, she screamed and shook uncontrollably as she slipped into another series of orgasms. Her pussy clenched and pulsated around his fully engorged cock. That’s all it took; he felt his balls tighten and his cock swell as he released stream after stream of cum deep into her womb. As the last stream let loose like an arrow from a bow, he howled like a crazed wolf.
They both collapsed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. She struggled to gain control of her breathing as her heart pounded in her chest. He lay there completely spent and relieved. The room smelled of their sweat and combined juices. She could not believe the way he possessed her body like no man before. Despite her feeling of being completely satisfied, an agonizing thought crept into the back of her mind.
She thought, “Is this wrong? Joe is family, even though he is a distant cousin. Or is it wrong that it’s Joe’s body but Ragnar’s soul?”
Conflicted over these nagging thoughts, she knew what had to happen. She needed to find a way to free Joe or free Ragnar. Either way, she was plagued with turmoil over what the right thing to do was. One thing she knew was that it felt too good not to continue as they figured out what to do next to break the curse.
