Milk for the Viking Lord (Viking, Virgin, Breeding, Milking Erotica, Lactation Sex, BBW, Group Milking)

Asa sat and mended fishing nets as she daydreamed of the men
gone to the sea. She thought of the men who had come and gone, marrying off her
sisters and leaving her to listen to the lonely wind at night. She had three
older sisters, all thin and most desirous to the men who made a living by
plunder.

She was large of bone, though strong. Her mother, before she
passed, always told her to stand tall, stand proud, and know that the right man
would make her his own. She pictured Raggar, son of Leif, when she saw him last
before he went viking, his rich blonde hair blowing in the wind. She sighed
sadly, he didn’t come back from that voyage. They were once in love.

Now she was left tending to the nets, making the ale, and
keeping the house while her father fished the rich fjords near their house. He
was due back soon so she went inside and lit the hearth.

The evening mist rolled in off of the grey sea and she
watched as a small fishing boat sailed around the headland. Her father was
back. The boat sat low in the water. She smiled and felt happy for a good day's
catch. A moment later a longship came into view behind it. A large red and
black shield was lashed to the carved dragon prow.

Asa’s heart began to race. The longship belonged to Styr.
She knew him only by name and reputation. He was known to gather men for trips
to go viking in Ireland, Briton and as far south as the fabled lands of
Andalusia and even past the pillars of Hercules. He was a large man, prone to
violent anger, though also known for rewarding those around him lavishly. She
wondered if he was on the ship. She dashed back indoors and began to prepare
for visitors.

What did he want? Her father was too old now to go on a
voyage with the other men. She stole a glance out the door and saw a group of
men walking up the trail towards the house. She laid out herring, cheese and a
large jug of ale. She quickly pulled down a basin of salt and sat it on the
table.

Her father walked in the door ahead of a column of men. He
looked excited, tired, and a bit nervous. Asa stood to the side of the room and
waited to see what the men needed. They all glanced her way when they walked in
before sitting down at the table and helping themselves. The last man to enter
was larger than the rest with fierce black hair. He wore a sword with a
polished silver scabbard on his side. It was Styr, she knew it, it had to be
him.

Styr stood in the doorway framed by the outside light and
stared directly at her. She cast her eyes downward and felt his gaze burning
into her. She glanced up and saw him looking at her, his eyes fierce. She began
to blush and feel very warm. He finally entered the room and sat at the table.
The other men turned and looked at her before finally beginning to eat.

“You honor us Styr by visiting our humble home.” Asa’s
father stood at the head of the table. The men ate in silence. “What brings you
here? Are you on your way to Ireland?”

“I’ve come for your daughter-”

Styr looked at Asa. Asa’s heart raced and her knees felt
wobbly. Why me? she wondered. Her father stammered and looked at the men in the
room.

Styr continued, “-to have as my wife.” Styr smiled and
raised his cup to Asa’s father. He was flush with smiles as the other men
raised their cups as well. A chorus of congratulations and surprise came up
from the men in the room. Asa didn’t know what to do, she knew the day would
come. She had expected to marry a fisherman, or a herder, not a great Viking
Chief!

Styr stood and wrapped his large arm around her father and
walked to the corner of the room. The two talked, either one glancing to Asa.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She felt everything closing in on her. She walked
out of the small room and stood next to the door looking out over the grey sea.

She felt alone, lost, like she was wandering in the mist and
couldn’t find her way. The wind blew on her and she felt chilled. What could
she do? She wanted to have a good strong husband, but it came on so quickly.
Who was he? What was he like? Would he judge her for being a large woman?

Footsteps approached her. Asa took a deep breath and stared
into the mist. Styr came out and stood next to her. She glanced over at him.
His dark hair dominated his face, his black beard was shorn below his chin. His
chest was large, almost like a barrel. She found him handsome and wondered what
he thought of her.

“Why did you come for me?” Asa asked, barely able to hold
back her sobs.

“A crone cast stones.” He licked his lips and stared out to
the mist. “I was to set my longship out for one day, and was to follow the
fisherman who I found in the mist. There I would find a woman.” He looked over
at Asa. “That woman would be my bride and give me what I need to be a great
chief.” Styr turned to look at her and waited until she looked up to him. Their
eyes locked and Asa wondered what her future would hold.

She barely had time to see her father before they departed
to Styr’s longhouse. They had wind for half the night and the men rowed for the
rest. Styr was mostly quiet for the voyage and the men eyed her with curiosity,
though none dared to question the omens of the runestones.

Asa met the crone in the morning. The woman was old, nearly
ancient, and had one eye white as an egg. She grasped Asa by the arm and the
two walked slowly into the forest. Her grip was eerily strong and Asa was
almost scared. Styr watched approvingly as they left the hall.

“Have you been with a man?” The crone plucked at her skin
and nudged her breasts. “Ahh, a good thick one. Men have no business with women
filled with bone. You’ll do fine, milk well too!” The crone laughed and led Asa
into a small hut. She didn’t notice the world ‘milk’ though later it would come
back.

“What are we doing?”

“Quiet child, sit!” The old woman shuffled across the hut
and grasped a heavy drinking horn. She thrust it at Asa. “Drink. All of it.”

It smelled like mead with a touch of herbs. The first sip
was thick and sweet, but the rest went down very well. Asa wondered why this
old woman needed her to drink the mead. She glanced around the hut.

“Styr needed a wife, an heir, someone who could provide an
elixir to inspire his berserkers. That is you!” The crone shuffled back to her
and grasped her with her claw like hands. “Serve him well, do as he bids, and
be pleased with what you provide. Now come, we go!”

Asa stood and felt the effects of the mead on her. The crone
laughed and chided her as they walked. “A virgin to the mead too eh? Ahh, the
runestones have chosen well!”

Asa felt strange for the rest of the day. Her stomach turned
and rumbled and her breasts seemed to swell and fill. She squeezed her breasts
and felt for anything different. They seemed larger, but she wasn’t quite sure.
Her skin was warm and she felt an urge to be with Styr and hold him tight. She
wanted him as her own, as he would want her.

Asa slipped into a fitful sleep. She dreamed of Thor and his
goat drawn chariot.

Styr woke her in the middle of the night. A dim hooded
lantern shed a sliver of light. She could feel his hand on her breasts as he
squeezed and kneaded it softly. She smiled to herself and let him feel her. She
enjoyed it.

“Styr, it is not our wedding night.” Asa said coyly.

“Is there not things that a wife to be can not do for her
husband to be?”

Asa looked up at the large man and nodded with a smile. She
felt the effects of the herbal mead and had a very distinct urge to please
Styr. Her breasts were swollen and large, she knew now that they were larger,
fuller, and riper than before. She couldn’t wait to feel Styr suck on her
tender nipples.

She slid back her tunic and bared her large, ripe, breasts
to him. Styr’s eyes lit up as he knelt down next to her. His large hands cradled
and squeezed her milky white breasts. She leaned back and let him hover over
her. Their eyes locked as he squeezed and kneaded the rich flesh. He slid
himself lower and she couldn’t wait.

His tongue slid along her chest and down her breasts until it
settled on her wide tender nipples. A sensation like she never experienced
burst from her breasts and she moaned into the darkness. Styr took the entire
nipple into her mouth. The sensation was almost orgasmic. Asa knew she had
never felt anything like this, not in her wildest dreams. What was in the
crones elixir?

Styr squeezed and grasped, rubbing his tongue along her
nipples. He sucked lightly before drawing the entire nipple into his mouth and
sucking hard. Asa moaned loudly, the sensation was amazing. Every touch and
tingle of his tongue made her ache for more. Her breasts were warm, lush, ripe,
and only seemed to get relief when he sucked on her nipples.

“Suck my nipples Styr, suck them!” Asa moaned. She clutched
her breasts in her hands steering them into his mouth.

Styr eagerly buried her nipples in his mouth and rolled and
sucked them. The lapping noises he made reminded her of an eager animal. She
leaned her head back and kneaded her breasts. Styr rolled back onto his
haunches. She could see a trail of white milk running down his black beard. She
was stunned, her eyes darted to her breasts, there was milk running out of her
nipples. She was so horny, so eager to feel him, she loved every moment of it
and wanted more.

Styr almost leapt back down onto her and sucked in her milk.
She felt the tension that was building slowly release as he sucked and squeezed
her rich ample breasts. She seemed to float on the edge of an orgasm.

“Kneel.”

Styr stood and removed his breeches. Asa looked at his large,
stiff cock as it stood before her. She kneeled slowly, still clutching her
breasts. She could feel a thin trickle of milk running down her hands and onto
her stomach. She wanted to feel him on her.

Styr steered his cock to her lips and she slowly took him
into her mouth. It was warm and salty. She slid it in and out. Her breasts
ached and throbbed as she pushed as much of him into her mouth as she dared. He
pushed and plunged himself on her wet, warm lips. Asa moaned with him in her
mouth.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and stroked himself in
front of her. “Lean back.”

Asa leaned back onto the floor and he straddled himself over
her. His cock was warm in between her breasts. It took a moment for her to
release that he wanted to fuck her breasts. She squeezed them together and felt
as he pushed his throbbing cock in the milk wet gap between them. He moaned and
grunted as he thrust his hips back and forth.

She smiled and loved the luscious sensation of his cock
pushing between her breasts. The milk ran down from her nipples and made it
even wetter. She moaned as the sensation of him on her brought her even closer
to the orgasm. He slid his cock out and rubbed it on each of her nipples
pushing out even more milk. The milk almost poured out of her nipples. She
couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her eyes were glistening in excitement.

Styr put himself back between her breasts and thrust even
faster in the milk wet, soft, warm gap between her breasts. He moaned and slid.
She almost wanted to blush, but it felt so good!

Suddenly Styr let out an animal like roar and pulled his
cock out from her breasts and pointed it upwards. She watched as it spurted a
warm, wet liquid all over her breasts and face. She felt satisfied and very
happy that she made Styr come on her. Milk and cum dripped off of him onto her
stomach.

“Next time I come inside of you and we make a son!” Styr
stood and put his breeches back on. “The milk is what makes me such a great
warrior, my berserkers will love it too.” He smiled down at her and walked back
into the hall.

She reveled in the moment, her to be his bride. Her breasts
still rippled and rolled with electric sensation. Would she really suckle his
berserkers? Was that why they were so fierce? She couldn’t wait for her wedding
night to finally be bred by Styr. She took a cloth and cleaned his come off of
her, but the milk kept running. She slept with a smile on her face.

The following morning Asa awoke to see the bay filled with
longships. Styr had called all of his men to see the wedding. To see her, his
new wife. She wondered if the night was a dream, but her nipples still seeped
milk slowly. Her breasts ached and she wanted more than anything to get Styr to
suck on them. He was too busy though, greeting his chiefs and neighbors.

Asa stood by his side and felt giddy with all the attention.
All through the day she had to sneak away to tie fresh wrappings onto her
breast so that she didn’t seep through her beautiful blue wedding dress. Styr
looked at her happily throughout the day and would squeeze her about the waste.
She felt herself growing attached and wondered if this was love.

A wide dinner feast was laid out in the hall. A great boar
was being roasted in the center. Meats, fish, and soups all cooked near the
fire. There was more mead and ale in the hall than she ever thought existed.
Men boasted and bragged, and of course complemented Styr on his beautiful new
bride. Talk was that after the wedding Styr would set out on a great new raid.
The wedding was sure to be a success.

The berserkers came in as a group. The other men gave them a
wide berth. They sat by themselves and regarded her with a curious eye. She
realized they were all the men who had been with Styr when they picked her up.

A loud rapping came from the front of the hall. The old
crone stood at the front of the hall. Two men brought out a stone altar with a
hammer carved on it. The wedding was short and simple. The crone invoked Odin,
Thor, Freya and even Loki to smile on them all. Herbs were burned on the altar and
they shared a great horn of mead. Styr poured it into her mouth, and she poured
it into his.

The crowd cheered for the newlyweds. Styr beamed with pride.
He grasped her tightly about the waist and raised her as high as he could. She
was so excited. She was married! She wished her mother could be here to see
this exciting moment. Everytime Styr grabbed her she wanted to moan, her
breasts felt so full. Before she left, the old crone pinched her swollen
breasts and nodded with a smile.