Life was good for a marauder.
Here they sat -- circled around a bonfire, roaring and laughing, a successful week of raiding and plundering behind them -- now with beautiful, buxom wenches riding their cocks.
It had taken quite some effort for these great warriors to arrive at this place with such bounty. The plentiful food and drink that filled their bellies, the gold and silver and precious jewels that overflowed their sacks, had all come at great price. Villages had been invaded, pillaged, burned.
And, of course, the fine pieces of ass that greatly pleasured them now -- their best spoils of war -- had also been obtained through much effort.
"This wench was quite a burden to capture," Hroldgar exclaimed while leaning back against a tree, his hands clasped behind his head as he looked up at the woman enthusiastically riding up and down on his immense dick.
"But worth every scratch and slap from her," he laughed now, gazing up at her admiringly.
And there was much to admire.
The woman bouncing up and down in his lap was a shapely thing. Full, luscious ass cheeks shook enticingly as they pounded rhythmically at the base of his cock. Although she faced Hroldgar as she straddled him, from her back the other men could plainly see the ample rounded curves of her large breasts protruding on either side of her torso. They knew Hroldgar was getting his fill of those huge tits, as they jounced and swayed above him, jiggling and shaking to her tempo.
As the woman did her work, she tossed her head back and forth, her long dark tresses falling across her face. That, coupled with her loud moans and gasps, made it hard to believe that this woman, so overcome with obvious pleasure now, had been forcefully taken only days previously.
"She can run fast," Hroldgar spoke proudly between gasping breaths, "but I chased her down. I wasn't going to let this fine tits and ass get away from me. I was going to take her and take her hard.
She led me on a merry chase through the village and into her hut, screaming and flailing all the way. And wouldn't you know -- she led me right to her bed, where I trapped her."
The other men chuckled, and Hroldgar now began lifting his hips in short, hard thrusts to meet the woman's bouncings. This served to intensify the woman's ecstasy, as was evident by her beginning to cry out.
The other men laughed at her helpless and shameless display of pleasure. They watched her arch her back and reach behind to take each of her ass cheeks in her hands. Grasping handfuls of her own luscious ass, she pulled her globes apart as she rapidly rode Hroldgar's cock. As he continued his account, his voice was now a bit breathier.
"I wrestled the wench down onto her own bed, her fighting me tooth and nail as I tore her dress from her. She writhed and kicked, I tell you. She put up a fierce struggle. I had to pin her arms and legs and press her body down into the bed with my full weight. It was yet another fight to get her comely legs spread. She pressed them together with all her might, protecting her flower, but I was determined to get to it and get to it fast.
Luckily, the gods blessed me with a very long, very thick cock. And just the feel of this wench's naked flesh moving underneath me made me hard enough to plunge my prick right between her clenched legs straight into her tight pussy.
She screamed like the virgin she was, but I tell you, as I started pumping that sweet fuck hole, it wasn't long before it was a sweet WET fuck hole."
The other men roared with laughter, all of them understanding this experience -- the experience of rape that quickly became not rape. The feeling of power that these warriors relished, of forcing their victims to feel pleasure, of overwhelming such delectable creatures with their massive, hard-thrusting shafts that delivered waves of sheer ecstasy.
"Soon," Hroldgar continued, now becoming breathless very quickly, "as her juices flowed freely, her screaming ... turned to moaning. Then ... praise the gods ... she was wrapping her legs around me ... and digging her heels ... into my tense, thrusting ass ... pulling my cock into her DEEPER!"
Hroldgar's fellow raiders renewed their laughter, nodding with approval and understanding. They knew of what Hroldgar spoke. The formerly pure that immediately became the whore. The men congratulated themselves on the irresistible power of their immense swords of manhood.
And here, as living proof of Hroldgar's powerful sword, this magnificent, big-tittied, shapely-assed, freshly-initiated whore brought herself and her captor to full, thundering climax. As she continued slicing along Hroldgar's long shaft, she threw her head back, arched her curvaceous back and screamed her ecstasy into the night. Hroldgar violently bucked his hips as he came, heaving upward as he strained and grunted in manly satisfaction.
When the other marauders' applause and whooping died down, Skelgard took the figurative baton of tale-telling.
"This wench is not the fierce fighting animal that you take pleasure in. Nay, she knew it was futile to resist," Skelgard was gazing upon his captured booty, which was also riding up and down on his cock, but facing away from him, towards the other men.
Since his blonde beauty had the biggest tits of them all, Skelgard had purposefully, in a show of great pride, positioned her to face his fellow raiders.
And his fellow raiders were truly entranced by Skelgard's woman. Every single one of them wanted nothing more than to twist and suckle those giant, round, soft pink nipples that adorned those enormous, creamy white breasts. Her hefty tits hung down to her elbows as great pendulums. There was nary a valley between them, as their enormity upon her chest pressed them together in natural tight cleavage.
"I caught her working in the field, harvesting grain. She was drenched in delicious sweat under the hot sun, her dress clinging to her naked body underneath. Her cow tits were only barely covered by her bodice, her giant nipples clearly visible through the cloth as they strained against it.
I knew I had to have them."
Now, as if to illustrate her captor's account, as she bounced up and down on Skelgard's short but extra wide cock, the woman pulled her elbows behind her back and thrust her huge titties forward. With her back arched so curvaceously and her head thrown back, her enormous boobs seemed even more pronounced. They were all the men could focus on, as they bounced and swung together in a mesmerizing rhythm.
