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Part Two

A fortnight had passed since Ulric had claimed Gwendolyn's body, three times no less, as his own. The wedding ceremony was now over and he carried his bride up to his own chambers. His own home had been completed last year and now that he had a bride, he was glad that he had pushed to get it built. He sat her down gently before locking the door behind them and then turned to her. She was beautiful in her bridal gown. But he knew what she looked like naked and she was even more beautiful undressed. "Gwendoyln," he said in a husky voice to her back. Her honey blond hair was pulled up tightly into a bun, giving him easy access to her neck. He roughly kissed her Viking neck as his large Viking hands ravaged her body thru the gown. His hardened manhood pressed against her, letting her know just how much he wanted her. "Ulric," she panted as his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them tightly. He wanted his Viking bride's small, yet delicate body; wanted it desperately! But even more, he wanted her wedding night to be special. So after taking a deep breathe, he done his best to calm himself down.

Ulric slowly removed Gwendolyn's gown and undergarments. Though it pleased her greatly, it nearly drove him to shear madness. He took even less time in removing his own from his massive body. He growled as he pressed the full length of her naked body to his. Her warm bare breasts pressed against him, reminding him of her softness. He kissed and nibbled one side of her neck and shoulders, causing her to gasp with each nibble. She gave the same reaction when he done the other side. "My bride," he whispered into her ear as his hands roamed her body. "My Viking bride. I may have already claimed your body and heart, but now you are truly my property." "You needed not a wedding ceremony to make that claim," she said breathlessly. "Your exquisite body brings me to my knees, my Lady," he said softly; his dark brown, almost black, eyes filling with lust and desire as he looked into her sky blue ones.

"Nay," Gwendolyn sexily replied, undoing the bun for effect, "it is you who brings me to my knees." And to prove her point, she lowered herself to them. Ulric's large, swollen member stared her in the face. She heard him hiss as the bulbous head slid in and out of the warmth and wettness of her mouth. His fingers ran thru her hair, guiding her mouth on him. She felt his body tense as he said her name thru glenched teeth. She grabbed his ass and pulled his body towards her, shoving his hardened member into her mouth, forcing it down her throat. She was surprised when she did not gag on his size, but she was more interrested in pleaseing them both to notice it sliding down her throat.

Gwendolyn released Ulric's cock from her mouth. She gasped for air before making love to it again with her mouth. His fingers made a fist, catching her hair in them, but she ignored them. She continued her assault on his hardness with her mouth, occassionaly releasing him for air. "Gwendolyn," she heard him gasp, "if you don't stop, I'm going to explode." "Good," she said as she sucked in air. It was what she wanted. She wanted to feel in her mouth the explosion her womanhood had felt three times before. She wanted to taste his seed. She heard her name again just before she tasted his salty cum as it flooded her mouth. She moved on him, sucking out every last drop before pulling off of him and swallowing all of it.

The room spun and Ulric felt as if his legs would go out from under him. Never had he had a woman do to him what Gwendolyn just did. Oh, sure, more than one woman had sucked on him, but not once had one brought him to climax in her mouth. He released her hair from her fingers. "Gwendolyn," he moaned as he looked for a place to sit down. Determining the bed was closest, he made his way there. His head filled with her childish giggling as she joined him there. He gasped for air, praying to his Viking gods that his breathing would return to normal so that he could return the sensual assalt to her.

Ulric laid on his side with Gwendolyn on her back next to him. He massaged her breasts as his breathing returned to normal. He savagely pressed his mouth to hers and began to return the assault of the senses that she had just given him. His hand left the shapely curves of her breasts and headed south to her womanhood. He continued to ravage her mouth as his finger rubbed her swollen nub. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him onto her. He could tell she wanted more; needed more. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked it. His finger grazed across her sensitvie spot before pushing into her. His mouth went to the other nipple as his finger continued to move in her. He felt her body arch just before her release. She now trembled with pleasure.

Ulric kissed his way down Gwendolyn's stomach; it raised and lowerd with each breath she took. Threading his hands under and over her thighs, he held them there and stared at the honey blonde hair between her legs. His fingers pulled the swollen lips apart and he plunged his face to the area of his desire. He held her legs and hips still as she sat up and screamed his name before falling back to the bed. With very little effort, he held her hips still as his tongue flicked her swollen nub, causing her to scream his name again. He sucked the nub into his mouth, pulling it hard with just his lips. He heard her pant and gasp for air as her body shook violently as she came.

Gwendolyn gripped the pillows in her fists and again screamed Ulric's name. Tears flooded her eyes and her body shook violently as she felt herself cum. His tongue lapped up her juices before he crawled on top of her. Through a sexually induced haze, she stared into his dark eyes. She was still gasping to catch her breathe when she felt him enter her. The fortnight since they had been together had tighten her some, but not fully. She again felt herself stretching as he pushed the last of him in her. "Ulric," she gasped as he began a pleasurable rythem in her. She felt herself cum again. Her Viking husband raised both her legs high with his upper arms, pushing himself in deeper now that her legs were out of the way.

Gwendolyn felt the tip of Ulric's shaft hitting the backside of her womb. He grunted as he pushed harder and harder into her causing her dig her nails into his back. "Ulric. Ulric," she cried as she again felt her own release. She felt him slowing down, but couldn't recall feeling his release. She was confused when he swiftly rolled them over and placed her on top of him. She complied as he pulled her knees to the bed next to his wide hips. His hands slapped her ass, causing them to sting and burn before forcing her to rise and lower on him. She now understood what he wanted and began riding his shaft on her own. His large hand now slipped under his head as he watched her pleasure herself.

Ulric watched his Viking bride's eyes as she rode him. Sometimes they were open, other times closed, but mostly they were slits expressing just how much she was enjoying him. Her head rolled around, slinging her long honey blond hair wildly. He lifted his hips each time as she brought herself down on him. Her hands now pressed lightly against his chest, supporting her full weight on him. He smiled as she gasped and her body violently shook thru another climax, yet continueing to ride so that she could reach another. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing her to scream again. She fell forward onto him, crying hysterically as another orgasm shot thru her body. Her felt her tears on his chest before rolling her off of him.

Laying them both on their sides, with Gwendolyn's back to his stomach, Ulric pushed back into her. He raised her upper leg with ease as he hammered himself in her. "Oh, Gwen," he groaned thru clenched teeth, "you are so warm and wet." He heard her gasp with each deep thrust he made. Her eyes were closed and tears of pleasure streamed from them. The large fur covering his bed was clutched tightly in her upper fist and her other arm laid curled under her head. Her hips moved in rythem with him, driving him further and further into her. His body tensed as he felt his balls began to throb painfully, sending his cum up his long shaft before spilling into his Viking bride. He held her hips tight to him as he milked himself of every last drop. Her body was still shaking as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to him. Twice more Ulric had his way with Gwendolyn before falling asleep for the night.

As time passed, it was very rare that Ulric left Gwendolyn to spend a night alone. If his trips out to sea were to be long ones, he took her with him. He refused to be away from her, and her exquisit Viking body, for very long. Even on his ships, he made sure that her body was well pleased.