Grey Cloak Saga 4 Destruction

The blood of the mingled Britons drained down dead grass and collected in gullies. Forever frozen faces, dusted in dry earth and splattered blood, gaped slack-jawed towards the pale gray of the fall evening. The Saxon victors looted the bodies and took away the spoils they had earned with their cunning and force. These forest loving natives had held out for too long against their conquerors. King Gunnr surveyed the acre of carnage and silently reaffirmed his vow to rid his lands of these petty peoples.

A century ago the Saxon line of Gunnr had invaded these lands and had driven the native Britons from their sacred groves and fertile fields. Hill forts now dotted the countryside, the Saxon line showing its strength and supreme power. Generations had passed and yet some of the Briton tribes remained in the barren lands and thin woods surrounding the Saxon borders. These stragglers of a dead race were of little consequence to their Saxon overlords. That is, until a new invader arrived on the green shores.

Norsemen had invaded and were ravaging the lands of the Angles and pressing deep into Saxon lands. King Gunnr was pressed back against his western border. There he would make a stand against the raiders. His bretwalda Alfred would gather his forces and stand against annihilation at the hands of their distant kin.

The humbled Britons, however, did not like being pressed in upon. They had taken this movement westward as a step towards their destruction. The small tribes under Gunnrs dominion had raided the makeshift encampments of their overlord and had spirited away food, weapons and other things they had lived without for many years. King Gunnr would make a devastating show of force to end any distraction. The Norsemen were banging on the Saxons collective door. No petty defeated people would be a thorn to him. They would be ground under his boot for the sake of his survival.

Now King Gunnr stood on a high hill, observing the carrion feasting on the flesh of a hundred Briton men, warriors ill clad and untrained. His drilled, well armed and well fed army numbered three times their size. King Gunnr did not know the size of any remaining forces the Britons may be able to muster, but he knew they would be of little consequence. He would rest his men and await word from his bretwalda on the movements of the Norsemen.

King Gunnr mounted his horse and galloped towards his camp accompanied by his half score of bodyguards. Upon his arrival a stable hand took the horse to be fed, watered and cleaned. The camp was alive with men showing what spoils they had netted from their enemy. Laughter and boasting were the psalms of victory. Ale flowed and merry was made. They all knew a Norsemen might take their life in the coming days. Gunnr strode to the largest tent in camp where another guard awaited his arrival.

My king, a gift from your men awaits you inside. All praise goes to him that brings victory, the polished guard imparted with bowing of the head.

Gunnr entered his tent and found a woman bound in the center. Her hands and legs were tied off to two of the center support poles. She was spread wide, nude and completely open. Her mouth was gagged and her doe shaped eyes were pleading. She was a very pretty young woman, with a slender, elegant build and very nice curves. Gunnr stepped to her and slowly, gently, cupped her sex in his hand.

He dipped a finger into her pussy, wriggled it around and said, My men have not had you that is good that is very good. He smiled wickedly, removed his finger and slowly, deliberately sucked her juices from his hand inches from her face.

The woman closed her eyes and turned her head away from Gunnr. She strained against her gag and trembled. Gunnr bent his head and took one of her large, pointed nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. He swirled and licked her nipple then released it to see it red and tight. He did the same to her other breast. The woman grunted against her gag and tossed her head from side to side. He responded to this by again cupping her sex and rubbing her pussy in circles, savoring the texture of her hair.

The woman began peeing on her captor at his touch. A flow of hot piss streamed from her body and soaked Gunnrs hand. Gunnr lifted his head, looked his captive in the eyes and left his hand in her stream. The woman let her urine flow hotly from her body without ceasing. He smiled at her as she finished. The woman looked on him in surprise. Gunnr pressed his hand back into her pussy and ground it all the harder, stinking piss dripping from his hand onto the dirt floor of the tent. Now, now lets not play games. You have the look of a whore to you crimson paint on your lips and telling early age in your eyes. You follow my army, dont you? You follow it and you take my men for their geld, is this not true whore? Gunnr questioned.

Terror filled the womans eyes. She did not answer, but she could not break from the Kings confident gaze.

Yes, you are a whore, a whore that pisses on her King, Gunnr said in a slow, dreamlike baritone.

Gunnr walked over to a basin on a stand and cleansed his hand. He then removed his armor and clothing, slowly stripping before the bound Briton. Once nude, he walked back to her, never losing her gaze. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her thigh until a sticky trail oozed down her trembling leg. He did the same to her other thigh and then pressed his throbbing cock against her belly. Gunnr circled his hips, dragging his hot cock all over her soft skin. The goo leaking from his hole dragged all over her taut belly.

Lets see if this is as fun the other way around, Gunnr smiled stepping back.

He took his cock in his hand, strained a little, and began pissing on the womans pussy. His hot urine soaked her hair and dripped down her legs. The woman was stunned and still as his filth coated her pussy.

Now, how does that feel whore, he asked in the same dreamlike baritone. The woman felt a familiar tingling in her pussy. Involuntarily, the signs of arousal showed in her body. Her pussy lips puffed, her body flushed. Gunnr was pleased with this.

Gunnr walked back to the basin and soaked a sponge in clean water. He strode back to the woman and pressed it against her pussy. She let out a moan against her gag at the cold waters touch. Gunnr washed all of their combined filth from her body, cold-water dripping and splashing into the dirt.

Once the woman was clean, Gunnr replaced the sponge and basin. He then walked behind the woman. Once he was out of her sight, the whore became very agitated. She had calmed some and had even been turned on by his touch to a degree.

WHACK! Gunnr had retrieved a crop and had smacked her smartly on her fair ass. WHACK! Moan, the King demanded. WHACK! WHACK! The whore moaned out against her gag. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Gunnr stiffly smacked her ass and thighs with his crop leaving little red marks. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmphunununununnunnunnnnnnnngggggggnnnnnffff, the whore moaned.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

NGGGGGGHNNN UMMMMMMMMNNNUMMMNUMN, she strained against the gag.

Gunnr walked around to her front and smacked the crop against her breasts and legs.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The whores body was covered in little square welts. MMMMMMNNNNNNNGGFFUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNGFNNNHMM, the whore moaned again and again, writhing in her bonds.

Gunnr turned the crop around and pressed the handle into the whores pussy. He pressed it deep and fucked her with it while he licked at her flowing pussy. He rammed the crop in faster and harder as he went, all the while lapping up the whores juices. Gunnr pressed the crop deep into her womb so that it would stay and stood to face her breasts. He roughly kneaded one while he bit hard on the other. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHNGNGGGGGGGGNNNNN, she writhed and wriggled, pulling against her restraints.

The whore came hard, squeezing her pussy around the crop embedded in her womb. As her pussy spasmed and flowed, the crop slowly slipped from its home and fell slickly to the ground. Gunnr picked this up and stood before the whore.

Gunnr pulled and tugged on his cock. He leaned back and smacked his cock with the crop, flicking the whores juices all over her face and body. Again and again he beat his cock and flung her pussy juice, all the while stroking himself furiously. Dots of her juice speckled her hair and clung to her painted eyelashes. Gunnr moaned, leaned back one last time and smacked his cock directly on the head. He shot his seed out and blasted the whores belly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Another eruption of come stringed from his cock and slid down her belly. Over and over he came, never missing the writhing whores belly. Gunnr sat back and tugged breathlessly on his cock until it was flaccid. He stood up and walked to the whore.

Gunnr removed her gag and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

Was it everything you wanted my Queen? King Gunnr asked.

His Queen purred her approval and licked hotly at his ear, her face hot with desire. Gunnr released her from her ropes slowly. Once free, she pushed her King back on their bed and she swooped upon his cock. She took all the skin of his balls in her mouth and sucked it tightly while she jerked on his growing cock. Once he was hard, she jerked in earnest, lifting his balls and tonguing his ass. The Queen sucked and licked his hole, palmed his balls and squeezed her Kings cock while she jerked it up and down roughly.

The Queen rose up, turned around, and impaled her ass on Gunnrs cock in one move. She twisted her nipples and pulled them out from her body, grimacing in ecstasy. Gunnr smacked her ass again and again as she glided up his pole. She fucked her burning ass back on her King for a long time, knowing he would last a good distance. The Queen fingered her pussy and squeezed his balls as she rode his raging cock. She leaned forward and sucked on his big toe was she never ceased in her ass humping against his bent cock. When she felt he was close to cumming, she lifted from his cock and pressed it hard against his belly. Gunnr came on his belly, shooting wad after wad of his cum into an amoebic shape.

Gunnrs woman then mounted his belly and rubbed her raw ass and pussy up and down his torso while fingering her slit. Gunnr reached up and twisted her nipples while she smeared his seed between her crotch and his body. Then, as she came, she pissed all over his cum covered belly with her head thrown back in ecstasy, back arching, hissing through her clenched teeth.

After they had cleaned up and were retiring, Gunnrs young Queen kissed him, cuddled close and thanked him for playing with her on her birthday. Gunnr was glad and kissed her back. He silently wondered how long before he would need to quench her more extreme thirsts again.