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An Honorable Union Gone Awry

She giggles softly at his silly statement, shaking her head slowly. "Are you sure? There's so many other places we haven't tried yet," and then a smile spreads across her lips as well. She tugs his trousers down, freeing his erect manhood from its restraints. She hesitates for only a moment before stroking him gently with her delicate fingers, feeling his member throb in her hand.
 
And throb he does, swelling with only that slight touch of her delicate hands upon him. A low groan vibrates from deep in his chest, strong enough that she can feel its vibration against herself as his lips return to her throat, kissing their way lower, up the curve of one soft breast.

He pauses in his trek for only a moment, long enough to glance up and grin, "A fine point you make, wife." With that, his ultimate goal is reached, back arching just enough to lower that head to the sensitive nipple atop that round breast, teeth brushing over it ever-so-slightly.
 
Elsa moans softly when Canute's lips touch her nipple, his teeth brushing against it. She wriggles anxiously and bucks her hips up, whining impatiently. She strokes him faster and more eagerly, clearly anxious and ready for more. She's begun to sweat a little, even in the cool forest.


She looks at him and pouts a little, "You're teeeasing me," she whines, her hips wriggling again. Part of her wants to just fling her legs around him and take what she wants, but more of her wants him to just give it to her.
 
His grin returns, head lifting from that tender breast to peer up at her with a fake curiousity - its falsity is given away, of course, by the glint of mischief in his eyes. The hand upon her side replaces his lips, sliding up her ribcage to scoop that rounded flesh, squeezing slightly.

"...oh? Well, what is it you'd rather I be doing, Elsa?" He presses his hips forward to punctuate the question, sliding his thickness happily into her warm, stroking palm.
 
She feels like she's going to explode from anxiousness, her arousal and her desire for him is so high at this point that she could almost cry. Her face is flushed, her skin is moist from heat, and her body is aching for attention. She whines again as he squeezes her breast, almost speechless from her desire.

"Taking me," she manages, but her speech sound more like a desperate moan than a statement. She doesn't even stop to think that just a while ago, he'd been so eager to take her and she'd been apathetic. Now she was nearly begging him to screw her.
 
His hips press forward for another deep, steady thrust into that squeezing, fondling hand, his eyes lulling half-closed with his drawn-out groan. Two fingers curl in on the breast he holds, fingertips used to pinch that nipple lightly.

"Oh, no worries, we'll get to that," he growls gruffly, but it seems he has other intentions for the moment - something his young and all-too-inexperienced wife probably never expects. Suddenly he is shifting, not to move between those oh-so-warm thighs of Elsa's, but to swing over her body and straddle her, just below that wonderful chest, the rigid length of his cock erect along her body, its tip just pressing into the very bottom of that cavern of cleavage between both breasts.

"But first... I have something new to show you, wife."
 
Her eyes widen when he straddles her like that, his erection moving just below her breasts. She looks down at it, then at her breasts, and then up at him. Her face screws up into a confused expression, "Wh-what?" she doesn't exactly know what he plans to do. It seems as if he's going to put his cock between her breasts...but that's...weird.

She wondered why he was being like this, why couldn't he just take her like she wanted him to? She huffed a little in irritation, but didn't resist him. She was far too horny to put up a fuss at this point, especially if he was eventually going to give her what she wanted.
 
Weird it may be, but it is apparently her husband's intent! Indeed, both hands slide down to the breasts laid out so wonderfully before him, even as his weight shifts atop her. She can feel the rigid length of shaft as both breasts are pressed snugly around it, squeezed into a cavern for that warm, throbbing cock even as he thrusts forward.

The apex of that long, steady thrust into Elsa's soft cleavage is, of course, the exit on the other side, the tip and a full inch or two of shaft erupting beneath Elsa's chin with each stroke of his cock.
 
"Do you like this?" she asks him quizzically, watching as he thrusts his cock back and forth between her breasts. It feels strange, and somehow, she doesn't really mind it. She doesn't really see what it does for her pleasure, but...so far she thinks that she can tolerate it. Then it hits her that she'd tolerate it just so that he would get pleasure. Did she want him to have pleasure? She thought for a moment. She hadn't thought so, but....maybe.
 
There is, of course, no answer needed; his groans give away that he enjoys himself thoroughly like this. His own hands move briefly from her breasts, to guide hers to take over the role of pressing those breasts together around him, a crooked grin crossing over his features, "Elsa, I've done nothing but stare at those tits since we were wed. I more than like this."

With that, he resumes his deep thrusts, a gasp issued from his throat. However, her new role holding those breasts certainly livens things up a bit for Elsa. One of his own big hands slips behind him, arm hooking around his side, and momentarily, Elsa feels teasing fingers once again between her warm thighs.
 
She can't help but smile when he says that he's been staring at her tits. It's a sideways compliment, but a compliment nonetheless. She holds her breasts together tentatively at first, almost unwilling to aid him in this. But then when he reaches around and begins to touch her again, she becomes more willing to help him. She holds her breasts together firmly, giving more friction for his cock.
 
Her instinct must be right on the money, as she presses those breasts tighter around his throbbing, rigid length, his body stiffens and another long groan is emitted. He thrusts deeply now, no longer distracted by having to hold them together himself, back arching slightly with each long stroke of his hard cock.

The fingers between her thighs do more than just tease, though, curling inward to part those lips and slip beyond, pressing deep into Elsa.
 
Elsa herself moans as his fingers curl inside of her, her hips lifting in response. In this moment, she is willing to do almost anything for Canute. How long that will last is unknowable, but for know, she is more his than she's ever been anyone's. Her mind turns back to the time when she took him into her mouth and he wanted her to swallow his seed.

She glances up at him and sees him in such ecstacy. She blinks a couple of times and then keeps her hands firm on her breasts and opens her mouth so that if he wants to...he can release into her mouth.
 
Canute looks down in time to see his young wife so obediently, so submissively, opening her plump lips before him, and it's enough to send the big Viking fully over the edge. He gives one last, deep thrust into that wonderfully warm cleavage, and the cock between her breasts erupts, spilling his seed in warm spurts into that open mouth. His aim is not perfect, though - while the majority of that cum does indeed find its intended target, giving Elsa a mouthful to swallow, the rest scatters in a rain of pearly beads along her face, throat, and, finally, the last spurts fall on those perfect, round breasts themselves.
 
Elsa braces herself as she sees that he is about to come. She tries not to wince too much, knowing that it will look as if she doesn't want him to do it. She feels the warm substance hit her tongue and lips, gobs of it. She closes her mouth and swallows it, holding back the slight grimace from its texture. She then feels the rest of his cum hit her face, neck, and breasts. She is unsure what she is supposed to do about that, so after she has swallowed what was in her mouth, she looks up at him for directions.
 
He seems not to notice the grimace, or not to care overly much - very likely, considering his current state, spine still arched from his last long thrust, body still shuddering and quaking from the intensity of his climax.

His weight remains atop her a moment longer, though, thumb trailing along the curve of her breast to wipe droplets from her smooth, pale skin, holding it to those plump lips with a toothy grin, "Mm, such a good wife you are..."
 
She opens her mouth obediently again, lifting her head and sucking the cum off of his finger. She swallows it, as she knows he wants her to, and places her head back down on the moss beneath her. She's beginning to regret allowing him to bring her to the forest, she should have known that he would seduce her like this. She reminded herself to never let him seduce her, because she always starting coming out of it before she should.

She smiled a little at him, kissing his cleaned off finger gently. "You deserve a good wife," she cooed, stoking his ego purposely.
 
His weight is lifted, suddenly, as he rolls off of Elsa, to one of her sides. That thumb trails down her bottom lip, over the curve of her chin and down the hollow of Elsa's throat. That path continues the length of her body, tickling its way over the curve of her breasts and the flat stomach beneath, before finally reaching that sensitive juncture of thighs, pressing teasingly.

"Mm, and good wives deserve rewards..." He grins.
 
She moaned softly when he teased her, his smooth seduction of her taking over her mind again. She rolled onto her side, pressing her womanhood against his thumb harder. Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip, grinding against him again. She was vaguely aware that she was probably way more into him right now than she should be, but after what she'd just let him do to her, she wanted to get hers too.

She looked him straight in the eyes, her desire the only thing written on her face.
 
His hand wriggles against her, returning the press of her crotch against it with equal measure. His hips press forward against her, and once again, she can feel that length readying itself, stiffening against her thigh. A lazy grin spreads over his face again, "Mm, enjoying ourself, are we?"
 
"Mmmm, yes." she moans, crawling even closer to him. By now she's half on top of him, one hand resting on his stomach to support herself, the other on the ground to hold herself up. She grinds her hips into his hand harder and faster. If he didn't want to screw her, she was pretty sure she could orgasm just from this. She wanted him inside of her though...and badly.
 
And with Elsa already half on top of him, it's not much work for him to satisfy her craving; the hand teasing her so mercilessly slips away, only to loop around her waist, one hand gripping her backside and yanking her on top of him. His own hips lift as he pulls her on top of him, straddling his muscled body, and she can feel him press his once-again hardening length against her with a little groan, "You want me to fuck you, don't you, wife?"
 
She squealed excitedly when he yanked her on top of him, her thighs immediately slipping to either side of his body and squeezing him gently. She whimpers when he presses his member against her, her hips bucking against him eagerly. She nods and puts her hands on his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him lovingly, "Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!" she repeated over and over again, each time getting more heated.
 
Her excited squeal is more than enough to convince Canute the time is right; his hips lift upward, both hands sliding to Elsa's hips to guide her down onto that rigid length even as it rises to meet her, entering his wife with a drawn-out, rumbling groan, "Nnnh, tell me how much you love being fucked."

Once his deep first thrust is accomplished, one hand slides its way up her body, cupping one of those still-sticky breasts, fingers curling in to flick over one sensitive nipple.
 
Elsa already knows that she's probably only going to be able to last a couple of minutes before she orgasms. He's gotten her so ridiculously horny that he could just look at her the right way and she would burst. She moaned in ecstacy when he brought her down onto him, his girth filling her and his length pushed deep into her. She squeezed him with her legs and with her inside muscles, her eyes rolling back a little.

"I looooove it when you fuck me," she murmured, clenching his shoulders tightly. She ground her hips into him, gasping as she felt the sensations it gave her. "So so so much," she was completely into him right now. She would do anything for him.
 
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