A berserker’s voyage (Closed for milkmaiden38, and Shadowlace)

Asbjorn did his best to please the virgin princess, he unleashed a torrent of cum all inside her mouth as she came on his face. His rod was even harder now as he fully undressed himself and her, he began groping her breasts as he he kissed her cheek.

“Lyra, can we fuck? I need to be inside you.” He said as his cock throbbed like crazy, as if it hadn’t been relieved. Lyra was a beautiful blonde, and him fucking his country’s princess drove him nuts. He held her nude body in a tight embrace as his cock was up against her pussy.
 
Lyra becomes a woman

Lyra repositioned Asbjorn on to his back on the bed. Then she straddled him and reached down and grabbed his cock

"My pussy will tame the monster between your legs. But Keep quiet," she said to him as they were now face to face. With the moonlight shining on Lyra, he could see her beauty. She was beautiful and her eyes and lips were smiling. She moved in closer to him and her breasts were now pushed against his chest. With her hand on his cock she guided him directly to her opening. She adjusted her body's angle and with the stiffness of his cock and the wet state of her vagina, he easily entered her.

“Oh” she gasped as he went deep inside her. Their pelvises kissed and there was an expression of pleasure on Lyra’s face. Asbjorn started to fuck her slowly.

She was also riding him. Using her pussy to pump his great cock. She leaned down and pressed her lips into his. She kissed him passionately.

“I’m no longer a virgin… and your great, potent, cock is pumping inside me” she whispered to him.
 
Asbjorn let Lyra take charge tonight, as he admired her beauty, she worked to reposition herself to get his cock in easily. When she finally sat on his cock, he felt the tightness, warmth, and squirming of her vaginal walls.

“You’re very tight, but that’s standard for a virgin.” He kissed her and let her control the pace. “You’ll do great Lyra.” His cock stayed ice and hard for her as he laid underneath her. He watched the princess work her hips on his dick.

She was a bit awkward at first but still felt good. Eventually she found her rhythm and rode Asbjorn’s cock using that rhythm for timing. “This feels great Lyra!” He moaned. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
 
Lyra

Her movements were quiet, but it still felt good. She picked up the pace slightly and it seemed to be making Asbjorn feel better. She was moaning quietly and her orgasm was building.

She felt a familiar feeling building up in her pussy, she broke their kiss to say, "Asbjorn, I'm about to..."

"Oh Shit” She gasped and her pussy came. Asbjorn was ready to explode too. Only a few more pumps and he would fill her womb with his seed. He counted them, one, two, three more pumps are all it took before the first rope of cum shot deep inside Lyra's pussy.

She must have felt his warm seed being released within her because she ended their kiss and squeaked out a flurry of soft moans. Her legs shook and her hips raised, humping into him. She was still orgasming and his cumming made her cum longer too.

Asbjorn continued to pump into her and with every twitch of his massive cock a new spurt of semen was being shot into her.
 
Asbjorn loved Lyra’s riding, it turned him on like crazy. As the petite princess rode him, he began thinking about impregnating Lyra, and putting a Skogmann in the royal family. He wrapped his arms around her and made her ride faster.

When she came, he did as well, firing an enormous load of cum straight into her womb. “Get pregnant for me Lyra, I want a Skogmann to rule one day.” Without pulling out, he got Lyra into a mating press and fucked her with the sole purpose of giving her his child.

Asbjorn fell back onto his basic instincts to procreate, and he was going to with Lyra. He blasted another massive load inside her as he kissed her passionately. Millions of his sperm were swimming towards her egg and they wouldn’t stop until one succeeded. He kept his cock inside, not wanting to ruin the bedsheets or his chance. He kissed her, “Can you carry our child? It’s all I want in return for everything.”
 
Lyra

“Oh Asbjorn… I hope you pumped many children in me” Lyra said and kissed him. Both of them soon fell asleep.

As the morning sunlight struck Asbjorn’s closed eyes, he heard Lyra talking to him.

“Asbjorn, I think I carry not one of your children… but two!” She told him. “I had a dream of giving birth to twins. Isn’t that great news!” She told him. Before he could answer she added “Now we’ll need to get married soon. The king will not be happy, but since I’m pregnant, he will have no choice. Can’t have the princess of the kingdom give birth to bastards” Lyra stated.
 
Asbjorn woke up and held Lyra, “I can do that but I have a mission to fulfill with my team and I never leave debts unpaid.” He kissed her cheek and held her tighter. He got out of bed and dressed. “I probably won’t be able to adapt to life in the court.” He said.

He left to go downstairs and have breakfast, and met up with Bilynn and kissed her on the lips. “Hey there beautiful. How did you sleep?” He asked, curious. He was worried that now with the possibility of Lyra carrying two of his children, he might never see his friends again.

He knew he wanted to knock Bilynn up so he had to bypass her weakened elf fertility. He cupped her ass cheek in his hand, and whispered in her pointy ear, “I wanna put a baby in you soon.” He planned to make her drink a strong fertility potion to make her eggs more compatible with his sperm.
 
Gilda and Jabnil

At a cozy corner table Asbjorn and Bilynn were enjoying a small breakfast as Gilda and Jabnil joined them.

“Well, that was some celebration last night” Jabnil commented.

“Yes, but I lost track of everyone after I went to my room with my two new friends” Gilda said with a big smile.

“So everything worked out?” Jabnil asked

“Yes, and thank you for setting me up.” Gilda thanked Jabnil

The waiter brought over hot tea for Gilda and Jabnil. Jabnil tasted her tea right away. “AHHH” she sighed in satisfaction. “You know, Gilda, I went to bed with the three nerdy, servants from the feast. Had a chance to suck off those three cocks at one sitting. I managed to get them to cum, all at the same time, squirting their loads in my open mouth.” she bragged with a naughty sparkle in her eyes.

“That is impressive!” Gilda complimented Jabnil “Asbjorn and Bilynn how was your night?”

“Lonely” Bilynn said looking over to Asbjorn.
 
Asbjorn looked to Bilynn, feeling bad for her knowing she was the only one not to have any fun. He enjoyed the small breakfast, before saying “I wanted to visit my tribe before we set sail, can we do that?” The moment they got off of the ship, Asbjorn had felt homesick, he wanted to be with his family and friends before he went off on this crusade for eggs.

Asbjorn stood from the table after finishing, then he went to the stables and started setting up the sleigh. He seemed more reserved than usual, and that was because Asbjorn knew his tribe would be thrilled to see him, but his father wouldn’t be as impressed.

When they came down and hopped in the sleigh, he gave Bilynn his cloak and then bellowed in his native tongue “Skÿnde hēst!” At his shout, the horse went into a full gallop, the sled ripping through the snow. He was silent for the whole ride, a serious look on his face.
 
Bilynn, Gilda, and Jabnil

“Asbjorn, don’t worry we’ll make you look good… and help warm your father heart” Gilda said with confidence.

“How are we going to do that?” Jabnil asked in a whisper.

“No idea” Gilda whispered back. “But we are awesome… so have a little faith.”

The sleigh ride was longer than the last one. It took most of the day to reach Asbjorn’s village.

“A whole village of Asbjorns…” Gilda whispered back to Jabnil. “This is going to be fun!”

“Just don’t embarrass Asbjorn” Jabnil reminded Gilda.

"Hey, Asbjorn... anything we should know about you and your father?" Gilda asked as they approached the village.
 
Asbjorn nodded, “There isn’t anything too different, just don’t bash our way of life.” He said, as he kept the horse going. A few hours later they arrived at Hötinbrung, the berserker tribe village. He exited the sleigh and entered town.

There were many tents and fireplaces littering the place. He waited for the girls to join him before he continued moving into the village. When the girls caught up he went in and stood before the biggest house, the chief’s hut. He went and knocked on the door.

The door opened and there stood a man bigger than Asbjorn, his hair white, many scars decorating his body and a wolf pelt cloak and headdress. “Asbjorn? What are you doing here?” Asbjorn stated, “Father, I wished to see you, a lot of things have happened recently.”

His father looked at the three women, before saying “I am Ulfar Skogmann, chieftain of the Skallkross Tribe and Asbjorn’s father. I see Asbjorn has a harem of women, though I can’t say I’m surprised. We Skogmanns get around.” Asbjorn entered the house with the girls in tow so they could warm up by the fire.
 
Gilda

Gilda was true to her word. As they all gathered around the fire to get warm. She began to tell their tale.

“Why does everyone have a seat and I shall entertain you with a most interesting, heartfelt tale of our adventures. I think you, Ulfar, shall be interest in what reputation your son is establishing. His fighting skills, his challenges and what we can all learn from him and these events.” Gilda started off.

“Now imagine if you will, a pub filled with the smell of unwashed bodies, mud, spiced food, small traces of blood, and spilled ale! That is when I first saw Asbjorn… ”

She had everyone’s attention in the dwelling. She told of their meeting, the escape from the guards sent to find her, the journey into the swamp, The defeat of the monster and discovery of the location of the dragon eggs. Then their mission to find and defeat the witch for the king and the rescue of the princess!”

As she told the stories, she did not rush. She told small personal details to keep it interesting and funny. She did not tell Ulfar of all of Asbjorn’s conquests, but she did say he had “fun” that night.

When she was done, she had made the point that Asbjorn had acted with courage and honor in his interactions. Trait he had acquired from his up bring.

“Now that you know of our journeys…” Gilda concluded. She turned to floor over to Asbjorn as she took a seat.
 
Ulfar nodded, “I’ll admit he’s done some things for several countries, but Aerovia doesn’t count for much, if you live there you live easier. What he did in Hoarfrost? Now that’s impressive. Of course Asbjorn has never seen a war unlike yours truly, and until that, I can’t consider Asbjorn worthy of the Skogmann surname he holds!”

Asbjorn shook his head, “Father, I’m 20 years old, and no one has even attacked us for what, 70 years? Why am I being punished for something out of my hands?”
Ulfar shot back, “When I was 16, I went to fight for the country of Vechor, one of our allies who was locked in a fierce war with Flannara.”

“Regardless, the world itself is in a time of peace and if anyone needed a Berserker, you can bet your ass Hans would’ve called for me!” This may have seemed aggressive to the girls but this was normal banter between Asbjorn and his father.

Ulfar was almost 60 years old, but was still a giant, powerful man that you didn’t want to anger. “I kept your room the same as it’s always been, you and your friends can spend the night if you wish.” Asbjorn nodded, “I was going to show them around first.” He took Bilynn’s hand, “I’ll see you in a few hours father.”

He took Bilynn out the door with him and walked with her, snow crunching under his boots. He kissed her on the lips, “Is it cold for you?” He asked concerned for her wellbeing.
 
Gilda and Jabnil

Gilda and Jabnil decided to stay inside as Asbjorn and Bilynn went on the tour.

Gilda was upset about what Ulfar had said to Asbjorn. She went over it again in her head. “Asbjorn has never seen a war unlike yours truly, and until that, I can’t consider Asbjorn worthy of the Skogmann surname he holds!”

What a BS statement. Gilda knew that the father and son relationships were often fraught with tension and conflict. Just like mother daughter relationships were complex. But father son problem was main caused by the father’s failure to understand that a son must chart his own course. The son also felt he must best his father in some way, in order to become a self-respecting equal with him in the world of men.

Asbjorn was living in his father’s shadow. Until he realized it, and rejected it, he would fail to be the person he could be. He was betraying himself in order to placate and please his father.

“Ulfar, now that Asbjorn has gone. Can I just say that there are many things your son has done that you have not. Perhaps that is why he is worthy of his name Asbjorn Skogmann. Just as you have done things to make you worthy of the name Ulfar Skogmann.

Your son can’t do everything you have done, nor can you do everything he has done. Isn’t that why you have two different names?” Gilda asked.

Bilynn

"I'm fine, thanks for asking" Bilynn replied. "But I think you are stuck in the same trap as me. People telling you what to do. I think you should just leave this place and never look back"
 
Asbjorn shook his head, “Even if I wanted to leave this country, I’m bound by loyalty and patriotism to Hoarfrost. Believe me Bilynn, if I had no motivation I doubt you’d even given me a chance in the first place.” He took her around to various places and bought a dagger.

“Good for close range.” Asbjorn remarked. He walked with her some more before he stopped and held Bilynn in his embrace. In front of them was a hot spring, steaming hot. He removed his clothes and entered. “This feels really good, you should join me.”

When she undressed he helped her into the water as he held her naked body in his loving arms. “I know you felt lonely last night and I want to make it up to you Bilynn.” He kissed her on the lips, then he reached for her ass and started groping her.
 
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Bilynn

As Bilynn submerged in the naturally hot water, all her feeling of tension drained from her body. It was one of those perfect moments where Asbjorn looked into her eyes as their lips met. The steam rising from the surface of the pool swirled around their heads, as Bilynn felt his member and his hands on her ass massage her cheeks.

She was excited too “I can't wait to feel you inside me," she murmured as she kissed Asbjorn. She started to grind her pussy against his hard cock.

The air was getting cooler or they were heating up the water, because the steam rising from the pool had gotten thicker. Asbjorn pulled Bilynn up just far enough so his rigid cock could enter her. She held onto his neck, as she groaned with pleasure and he slipped into her slick channel. Asbjorn was amazed that her pussy felt hotter and wetter than the spring water they were floating in.

He held her, one arm around her back and one hand gripping her ass, and started slowly fucking her. His cock felt so hard as it slid in and out of her succulent, tight pussy. She was moaning with pleasure as she rode up and down on his tool. The passion between them was incredibly intense; their tongues wildly explored each other's mouths. The feel of her pussy sliding up and down his cock was absolutely incredible.
 
Asbjorn entered Bilynn, his cock harder than before. He rammed it deep inside of her as he kissed her passionately. “I love you Bilynn, and I will impregnate your needy elf pussy!” He said as he plunged his dick in deeper and faster.

He held Bilynn’s naked body in a tight embrace as his cock was being squeezed by her pussy. After a while the pleasure was too much and he filled her with his hot cum. Pump after pump filling her womb. Then he pressed it against her asshole.

“How badly do you want it in your ass Bilynn? Would you do anything for it?” He began kissing her neck as he played with her big ass, massaging her cheeks. His cock was poised at her entrance, prodding the hole.
 
Bilynn

“Oh please… PLEASE FUCK MY ASS” Bilynn begged Asbjorn. He knew what to do. Using the hot water and his pre-cum his massive cock slowly entered Bilynn tight ass. She was gasping as the tip of his cock opened her ass like a beautiful blooming flower.

“MMMMM” Bilynn moaned as his cock went in deeper and deeper. The gorgeous, naked, heaving, brunette body squirm on his big chest. He began to kiss and suck on Bilynn's tits as he fucked her ass.

The stimulation Bilynn was receiving quickly overwhelmed her. She began emitting very loud, passionate moans. Asbjorn waited for her to make an 'O' with her mouth, and then he started to fuck her for real.

“OH SHIT, FUCK MY ASS” Bilynn begged him. she was bucking, erratically against his cock. Knowing she was on the verge, Asbjorn grabbed her hips and fucked her hard.

"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" Bilynn gasped

It did not take for long for the fireworks to go off after that. Asbjorn felt her pussy cum as her body convulsed and jerked.
 
Asbjorn fucked her feverishly, as he turned the elf into a moaning whore. “Bilynn, Your ass is the best! I can’t get enough! Squeezing me like this, it can take more punishment.” He began fucking her deeper and harder, after a while he got close, then he blasted his cum deep inside her ass.

“I wanna fuck your pussy one more time, I have a surprise for you.” He grabbed a potion from his coat pocket and opened it. “Drink this, and I can put a baby inside you like you wanted.” He put it to her lips and waited for her to drink.
 
Bilynn

"I'm sure," Bilynn gasped. She swallowed the whole potion. Her hand returning to Asbjorn’s side. Her fingers clasping in desperation for him to slide his massive cock in her body. "Put it in. Fuck me. Fill me with your lovely cock and then fill me with semen."

Asbjorn had a massive cock and balls brimming with semen. If anyone could plant a baby in her, it was him.

Asbjorn looked at Bilynn as she writhed and groaned, eyes closed, her bottom lip quivering. He pushed his cock tip back into her as her breasts bobbed in the water. Her prefect breasts made him want to feed his cock into her body. Her gasps and the spongy softness of her pussy felt great on his cock tip.

Bilynn squealed when she felt the first few inches of Asbjorn's huge cock penetrate her. "Don't tease me. Put it in. All of it, you beautiful bastard, put all of it inside me. Fuck me ..."

Her pussy was ready for his cock, and with the potion her womb was ready for a deluge of his breeding sperm. He would flood her womb with so much, her cunt would leak from the overflow.

He hoped at the end of it all, he'd have enough jizm left over to squirt over her pretty face.

"OK," he said. "You asked for it." He rammed his WHOLE cock in her. Then the elf let out a long, low, curdling groan.

"Oh!" Bilynn cried, her thighs shuddering. "I'm coming ..."
 
Asbjorn slammed his cock inside at full force and reamed Bilynn’s insides with great intensity. He was fucking her like he was trying to rape her. He lifted her up into the air and started thrusting upwards, his dick smashing against her womb.

Asbjorn brought her back into the water and began kissing her, his tongue tying up with Bilynn’s. “I love you Bilynn, I’m gonna fuck you like we need to repopulate the world!” He began pounding faster, his heavy balls smacking against her ass with each thrust.

After 5 minutes of raw, primal sex Asbjorn was gonna blow. He grunted, “Get pregnant you sexy elf whore!” As he slammed it in balls deep, his dick began pumping cum inside her hard. After a few pumps her womb was full of his sperm but his balls had more to give this needy slut. His cum began cascading down his cock and overflowed out of Bilynn.

He pulled out and admired his work. Cum leaking out of Bilynn and billions of sperm all trying to force their way into her egg.
 
Bilynn

After some recovery time, they both put their cloth back on as Asbjorn continued the tour. The sleigh took them to the edge of the village.

There were fields dotting the country side. The sun was out the made the snow covered fields look extra bright white.

“See the tracks” Bilynn pointed out. A large group of deer had gone through one of the fields. Grazed on the plant life under the snow.

There was a picturesque farmhouse located under several enormous oak trees. The farmhouse had a large stable to house horses. There was a well that stood just off to the side of the courtyard, and a few rows of small barren trees.

“Fruit tree” Bilynn commented as she placed her hands on her belly. “Soon I, like them, will blossom and ripen and bear fruits!” She told Asbjorn as a joke

Ulfar

Ulfar groaned when Gilda said “Your son can’t do everything you have done, nor can you do everything he has done. Isn’t that why you have two different names?”

“Different first names. NOT last names. If he is to have Skogmann as a last name then he must fight in a war.” He stated firmly.

“What kind of war?” Gilda asked.

“A real war. Two nations in combat. Not some local skirmish against bandits.” Ulfar clarified.

“What about a horde of goblins? They are smaller, but they usually attack with numbers on their side.” Gilda asked.
 
Asbjorn kept showing Bilynn around, when they finished, he brought her back inside. “That’s the end of the tour.” He went over to the fire and relaxed. He was tired from everything that had happened. The witch, Lyra, Bilynn, it wore him down so he decided to take a nap, covering himself with a blanket.

Ulfar shook his head, “Goblins are never a big enough threat to be treated as a nation. At best they organize as tribes.” He left to go make dinner, he was making a meat and potato stew for them all to eat.

Asbjorn was sleeping soundly, dreaming of various things. Adventure, combat, his companions, and having sex with his companions. He woke up an hour later.
 
Helmskag

“I can SMELL their feasting” Helmskag growled. He was the frost giant tribe leader. “We will tear their village apart and drink their ale and feast upon their little bodies.”

“Helmskag, Ulfar is still their leader” One of the warriors pointed out.

“He is long in the tooth. I’ll shall kill him myself.” Helmskag bragged as he grabbed his massive war ax and grinned. He placed the huge weapon on his back.

He was one of the gigantic monster of these lands. A reaver that lived in the freezing lands beyond Ulfar’s village away from civilization. Frost giants were fierce, hardy warriors that survive on the spoils of their raids and pillaging. They respect only brute strength and skill in battle. The scars on his body and the grisly skull trophies that hung from Helmskag’s clothing told of the many battles he had seen.

His hair and beard were pale white and matted with frost and clattered with icicles. His flesh was as blue as glacial ice.

“I shall first call in a storm!” Helmskag told his warriors. “When the storm clears, Ulfar’s village will lay in ruins, and we will descend to feed on the corpses of any creatures foolish to stand in our path.”

He lifted his war horn to his blue lips and blew into it. A howling blizzard started to form and head towards Ulfar’s village. As all the frost giants all laughed.

Gilda

About when Asbjorn was waking up, Gilda looking outside saw the storm clouds coming over the mountain peaks.

“Looks like a storm is coming” She told the others.
 
Asbjorn saw the storm, and noted how it uprooted a few trees, he kept watching it’s destruction before turning to everyone. “This isn’t a normal storm, this storm was created by magic.” Ulfar nodded, “You killed Agate, so that means the source of this magic storm are Frost Giants.”

“Dad, notify the people, tell them to arm themselves. I’m going to resolve this.” Asbjorn grabbed his two handed sword and went out into the howling blizzard, he bellowed out “You Frost Giants who hide behind a blizzard like cowards! Face me! You send the message to all in Hötinbrung that you feel you cannot kill us berserkers, so instead you let magic do your dirty work!”

Asbjorn stood with his sword drawn, waiting for them to respond to his words. He stood as a bulwark standing defiantly in their way. He stood and waited for their charge.
 
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