His Thrall

Look at him standing so God like
Knowing his prize he's about to claim
It is I he's eyeing like a huntsmen
His long blomde hair tied back
His taunt muscles bulging as he stalks
As he forces me upon his bed i sigh
My Viking above me caressing my breast
Then moves his lips to my sweet spot
he licks and kisses that spot of my neck
I moan as I feel his manhood tease
My pussy aches to me claimed
He trails down my neck to my breast
Then pushes in past my hymen
I cry out as I feel my maidenhood brake
He kisses me and moves so slow
Slowly fucking me with a burning love
This fierce Viking showing a soft side
Then he picks up his pace
My pussy clinches into his massive shift
Orgasm takes over me as I cry out
He grunts but keeps up his fast thrusts
I can feel his load ready to release
As he bites my neck he lets go
Filling me with his viking seed
Pulling out he leaves without goodbye
I lay there the Scottish girl he just tore
He comes back and grabs me by the hair
Forcing my mouth upon his cock
Choking me as he makes me gag
 He says I am his Scottish Thrall
I shall fuck him whenever he returns
He pulls out of my mouth and cums
My face covered with his seed
I watch him mount his horse and leave
Waiting for his return hoping it is soon