Bride of Grendel 2: Night of the Bear Man: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 3) Read Free

hand while he dropped his leather skirt with the other, revealing his gigantic, swollen cock. It was so hard, she could see it throbbing. She felt her juices gushing in response. He pushed up her dress, revealing her naked, mossy cleft, and pressed the head against her. It was as big as her fist, and he had to push hard, rubbing and spreading her lips, to get it in.
                  She cried out at the sweet pain of his massiveness gaining entry, as her sex opened to receive him. He usually primed her for this by plying her with his tongue first, fucking her front and back with its full, agile length, teasing her clit until she had already come several times and had reached a frenzied pitch, before he impaled her with this huge organ. But in his bloodlust, with fire in his veins and the haze of carnage still over him, he always went straight to it, unable to wait to sink his member deep into her hot, tight cunt. Though it ought to have split her in half, she always took him, as though her body expanded to accommodate his massiveness, every last inch.
                  She gripped his huge, muscled shoulders with her hands. She wrapped her legs around his waist while he pounded into her. He ran his tongue up her throat, but she barely noticed it; he was fucking her so hard, she was seeing stars. When he opened his mouth wide and took her neck between his jaws, this caught her attention. The sharp teeth pressed against her flesh, and she realized that a sudden move might tear her throat out. Her multiorgasmic waves of climax had been mounting, each orgasm growing stronger than the last, and she knew that she was close to peaking. The feel of Grendel's teeth against her sent an additional thrill through her, but what might happen if they both lost control?
                  She could tell that Grendel was close, too. His thrusts were coming faster and stronger, plunging as deep as he could go. She could barely focus her thoughts, but her instincts for self-preservation were telling her that if he snapped his mouth shut when he came, she was done for. She unwrapped her legs from his torso and planted her feet on his thighs, bracing her back against the wall. The shift in position tilted her pelvis slightly and deepened the penetration, tearing a gasp from her lips and launching her into the all-consuming orgasm. With her explosion of climactic energy, she pushed Grendel away just as he came, his teeth slightly grazing her neck as he clenched them shut before letting out a roar of release. She fell to the floor, drenched with the stream of cum that spurted from his unsheathed cock.
                  He crouched on the floor, panting. Sigrun touched her hand to her throat and came away with blood. It was not bad, just a trickle. But she wondered what might have happened if she hadn't had the strength to push him away. Grendel was looking at her now, looking at the blood on her fingers and her neck, and frowning. He snorted softly, a sound of sadness or distress, and pulled her toward him. He gently, tentatively licked the wound. The blood rage was gone from him now. He held her protectively in his arms, and she sank into him. She felt the warmth of his body and the softness of his fur. She felt her nerves tingling with the aftershocks of sex, and she felt tenderness for her beast. But she also felt worry. Grendel's bloodlust was out of control, and it was finding its way home. 
     
                  Later, in a calmer moment, she tried to speak to him. They were lying together on a pile of plush furs in front of the fire. She rested her head on his stomach, running her fingers through the soft, thick hair that covered him and gently stroking his cock, still huge even when it wasn't erect.
                  "Grendel, my sweet... You know I have no love for Hrothgar or anyone else at Heorot. I do not mourn them, would not mourn them, no matter how many you killed. But I