Ragnar shifted higher on her body, settling his weight right on top of her massive breasts.
Her tits flattened beneath him, hot and soft, their heavy mass spreading around his hips. Her nipples dug into his skin, stiff points pressing. The warmth of her bare chest seemed to pulse against him, as if her heart itself beat through those perfect mounds. He groaned low in his throat.
'Fuck… these tits could swallow a man whole.'
His cock stood hard and twitching, dripping pre-cum as he dragged it up along the valley between them. Then he leaned forward, guiding the swollen tip down until it brushed her lips.
Soft. Thick. Warm.
The feel alone nearly made his hips jerk.
Her head shifted suddenly, and Ragnar froze, panic shooting through him. His heart hammered.
But no. She only sighed in her sleep, turning her face slightly. Her lips parted, loose and slack.
Ragnar's grin spread slowly. 'Perfect.'
He pushed his cock down. The head slid against her lips, then past them. The moist heat of her mouth wrapped around him, her tongue brushing the underside of his cock. His eyes rolled back.
"Fuck…" he hissed, rocking his hips just enough to push deeper.
Her lips sealed gently around his cock. She was still half-asleep, her breathing slow, but her mouth held him in a way that made him throb. He wanted to grab her head, to slam himself down her throat until she gagged—but something about the lazy heat of her lips stopped him.
The sex maniac, who only loved it rough, found himself savoring the soft pull of her mouth.
He leaned forward, bracing his palms on the grass above her head, his body stretching out into a straight line. His cock slid deeper. He felt the wet squeeze of her throat as the tip brushed it, tight and slick.
Ragnar groaned, hips rocking slow. In. Out. In. Out. Each stroke pulled more saliva from her lips, drooling down her chin, dripping onto her tits beneath him.
Again. Again. A dozen times. Her mouth was a hot, sucking trap he didn't want to leave.
His breaths turned ragged. Sweat slid down his back. His cock throbbed harder with every stroke. The delicate pace—so unlike him—was driving him insane.
"Shit… gonna cum…"
His hips sped up, pounding faster, need taking over. One, two, three—on the fourth thrust he yanked out, groaning loud.
Cum exploded from him in thick, hot ropes. The first hit her cheek and slid across her lips. The second splattered her closed eye. Another streak landed on her forehead, dripping down into her hair. More painted her chin, her neck, sticky lines across her skin.
Some of it slid into her mouth, her throat swallowing unconsciously.
Ragnar panted, chest heaving, staring down at her cum-streaked face. Her tits gleamed with spit and sweat beneath him, rising and falling with her slow breaths.
His cock twitched again, harder, refusing to go soft. He looked down at her tits, glistening under the morning sun, and a new thought burned into his brain.
'A titjob. Fuck yes. Those monsters are just made for it.'
He reached down, grabbing his cock, already guiding it between her heavy breasts—
A sound.
Rustling.
Ragnar's head snapped toward the tree line. Someone was coming.
"Shit—shit—shit."
He scrambled off her, grabbing his scattered clothes. He bolted, running barefoot through the grass.
Then he stopped dead, turned back, and cursed again. "Fuck! She's just lying there naked!"
He dashed back, almost tripping over himself. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed her discarded leather strips, draping them clumsily over her chest and hips. He yanked handfuls of grass, bushes, even a giant leaf, tossing them on top of her body like a child hiding stolen food.
It looked ridiculous. But it was better than nothing.
Then he sprinted off again, diving into a thicket of bushes. He crouched low, panting, peering through a small gap.
The rustling grew louder.
And then she appeared.
A woman stepped into the clearing. A towering figure, even larger than the one he'd just fucked. Her muscles were thick cords beneath sun-browned skin, her steps heavy enough to make the ground tremble. And her tits… Ragnar's jaw nearly dropped. They were twice the size of the female barbarian he fucked, swaying like impossible weights.
Instinctively, he used his skill.
[Strength +80 || Age: 60 ]
Ragnar froze. His balls pulled up tight. 'Eighty?! That tit-shop could crush me like a bug!'
The massive woman's voice boomed. "What are you doing, lying here naked like that?!"
Her tone was sharp, full of anger.
Ragnar's heart skipped.
She bent down, shaking the shoulder of the female barbarian Ragnar fucked. "Wake up quickly. Your father is about to hunt."
The female barbarian that Ragnar fucked stirred, mumbling.
"WAKE UP!"
Her eyes fluttered open. She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples.
"M-Mother?"
The older woman crossed her arms, glaring fiercely. "How many times did I tell you? As a grown woman running from home won't solve your problems. You are the chieftain's daughter. You must behave with strength."
Ragnar blinked. His heart pounded. 'Chieftain's daughter?!'
The girl rubbed her eyes, still groggy. She started to rise, but then stopped. Her hand brushed her cheek. Something sticky clung to her skin.
She frowned, bringing her fingers before her eyes. Thick, white strings stretched between them.
Her lips parted. "W-what is this…?"
Her voice shook.
Ragnar's cock throbbed violently. He bit his lip, fighting the urge to groan aloud. The sight of her confused, cum-smeared face had him hard as stone again. His cock jutted straight out, bobbing, the tip glistening with fresh pre-cum.
And then—he felt something at his feet.
Something cold. Slithering.
He looked down. A dark coil lay across his toes, dotted with blue spots. It shifted. Stretched. His eyes followed the massive body as it curved through the grass.
A gigantic snake.
"FUCK!" Ragnar yelped, leaping up in panic.
And leaping straight out of the bush.
Naked.
Every inch of him on display, cock stiff and dripping, balls swinging.
The two barbarian women froze.
The daughter's cum-smeared face went slack in shock. The mother's eyes went wide.
Ragnar's brain locked. He couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Panic took over. His mouth opened, and the words slipped out before he could stop them.
"Hello! Nice to fuck you!"
Silence crashed over the clearing.
Ragnar's cock twitched.