Claw and Crown Bundle

by Richard Lunch

  “Mmm,” I responded and buried my head in the furs of my bed.

  Then, something cool and wet met my burning flesh. It seemed to tingle, and to perhaps heal. I smiled. Of course - Draugr was an accomplished healer. The cool, slippery substance dripped down my thighs. Draugr worked it between my ass cheeks, and up into my hole. I heard the rustle of his disrobing and felt the prod of his cock between my cheeks.

  I expected him to push in, but he slid his huge, hard cock between my cheeks and began to fuck me without fucking me, using the slippery wetness to lubricate his movements.

  “Is that good, mm?”

  “Oh please fuck me,” I moaned.

  “No,” he said, “you have been disobedient. Why should I give you what I want when I can take it in this manner?”

  He pushed in so that his shaft rubbed against my entrance. It inflamed me and brought back the now all too distant memory of his fingers deep inside me. He spread my cheeks and pushed me up so my entrance was exposed, all the better to rub against it. My toes brushed on the floor. I groaned.

  “Please, oh please.”

  Draugr only panted and increased his speed.

  “Please!” I screamed, and then, “Aaaaaauggh!”

  He rammed into my hole at full speed and straight into my swollen, prepped spot.

  “Augh!” I ripped the furs apart and saw white.

  My body bucked around his, my asshole clenched, I twisted my legs and toes and squirmed and screamed, coming all over the bed below me without so much as a touch to my cock.

  “Well isn't this interesting?” Draugr reached around me and grabbed my over-sensitive cock.

  He gave it a test pump, working seed out of it.

  “No!” I tried to squirm from him. He put a hand on the small of my back and held me down onto the pillows.

  “I do not recall telling you could move,” he said and thrust into me.

  He pumped me with his hand around my cock. I thrashed and tears welled in my eyes. It was too much, and yet I did not want him to leave me. Before long, the thought of Draugr taking his pleasure in my hole brought back my arousal. When my cock grew hard in his hand, I heard him chuckle.

  He picked up speed, using the angle I was bent at to hit my spot with greater intensity than I had ever experienced.

  I lost all sense of time. I do not know how long he pounded into me for. All faded into a sweet, succulent pleasure.

  And then I felt the heat in me rise. I could tell Draugr was close. His breath was hitched and his movements rapid.

  We came together in a rush of heat and screams. His hot seed fill my hole just as I came for the second time.

  When it was all over, he ran his hand along my back with gently caresses, “Did I hurt you?” He said and pulled out.

  I spun around and grabbed him down onto the bed with me. We laughed as we tumbled together onto the torn furs.

  “I loved that. Please, let us play more of your games,” I nuzzled into his neck.

  “I love you,” he said.

  His words felt like the sun rising after a long night. With Draugr by my side, I knew I could face anything, and I knew that he felt the same.

  Epilogue

  We had robes lined in white ermine and clothing made from the hides of white deer, lye-bleached fabric shirts that flapped in the autumn breeze and and rings of white gold.

  Hafporir looked a sight with his white-blond hair gleaming under his crown and his father’s sword at his side. It was our wedding and a coronation. Varghoss was stepping down to spend his final days advising and resting, rather than ruling. At the feast the night before, and there had been days of feasts leading up to this day, he had made it abundantly clear that he also stepped down in the hope that he would be spending his golden years bouncing grandchildren on his knee. At one point, well into his cups, he had said he wanted no less than a dozen! The thought still made me flush.

  That night, our love-making was simple, and sweet, and satisfying. I thrust into Hafporir in even, long, strokes. His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted inviting me in for a kiss. I took his lips in mine, and together we rode our orgasms to completion.

  We fell asleep, still joined together. I woke to sun on my face and something in the air. I took his ring-clad hand in mine and listened for just a moment.

  “Ahahahahaha!” I leapt out of bed and spun around.

  “What is it,” he grumbled.

  “Hafporir!”

  “Go back to sleep, Draugr,” he rolled over.

  “Hafporir, you’re pregnant.”

  “What!?” He sat bolt upright, his blue eyes wide, “Are you certain?”

  “As sure as anything,” I sat next to him and wrapped his body in my arms.

  He traced his fingers along one of my tattoos.

  “I suppose I shall have to give up on mead for a while.”

  I nodded.

  “And I shall not ride a horse nor practice too vigorously with a sword.”

  I nodded.

  “And when shall we tell my father?”

  “Now?” I smiled.

  “Yes!” He jumped out of bed and began to throw on clothes without much regard for correct lacing. We left the chambers and ran shoeless down the hall.

  Hafporir pounded on Varghoss’s door. There were footsteps and the door swung inward. Varghoss was dressed and had been taking his breakfast in private. Hafporir rushed in.

  “Sit down!”

  Varghoss looked at the chair, “What is it? Are we under attack? I’m not an old wolf, yet! I can hear it.”

  “I’m pregnant!” Hafporir shouted, his fingers over his beautiful lips. He jumped up and down.

  Varghoss’s face registered shock for a moment before he burst into tears. He squealed like a small child and took Varghoss into a hug that lifted him up off the ground. He spun him around before depositing him.

  “Mead!” He shouted into the hall. I heard a servant scamper off to fulfill his request.

  A young human by the name of Eflen returned with mead and a cup.

  “Oh,” he said upon realizing Varghoss was not alone.

  “Fetch my daughters!” Varghoss told him with a smile he could not wipe off his face for all he seemed to try to maintain his composure, “and three more cups.”

  “Three, your majesty?”

  “My son is PREGNANT. GO!”

  “Ahaha! Oh!” The man spun around and practically skipped down the hall as he ran.

  This would be good news for the entire kingdom, a sign of continued safety and peace, and rule by fair kings for a generation to come.

  The she-wolves returned with the servant and immediately began to question Hafporir.

  “How long?”

  “How many? Twins?”

  “She-wolves or wolves?”

  “He knows none of this. It is only a day,” I told them and passed round the cups of mead.

  “Only...Draugr, your sorcery amazes me. To my son, and my grandchild, and their health!” Varghoss raised his cup.

  That morning, there were many toasts and many cups. It was not long before more and more warriors and wolves and humans and servants joined us. The news spread and without us having to give an order, a second feast, just the day after our wedding ceremony, was prepared in the great hall. We drank and ate and were joined by the commoners who had declared it a holiday. Some even brought gifts for the unborn cub. If there were many more nights like this, mine would be a happy life indeed.

  I took Hafporir’s hand. His eyes had water on and off through the day, so overwhelmed was he.

  I whispered to him, “I love you both more than anything.”

  He nodded and choked on tears of happiness. I wiped away the drops of water and kissed his cheek. I had want of nothing more.

  End

  About Richard Lunch

  Richard lives to write romance and erotica, whether it’s based off his own steamy experiences or a fantasy that titillates him, or the yearning for true love (Richard has kno
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  Tales from the North

  A Gay Viking Historical and Viking Dragon Shifter Romance Mega Bundle

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  Go back in time, to a distant world where Vikings ruled and dragons soared above, where a man could dream of a Viking Lord or a Dragon King taking him as his mate. In this collection, you will find two complete trilogies and a hot and heavy stand-alone story. A great price for such a dark and salacious collection.

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  Erlendr, a young Viking warrior, is faced with a choice. Go as a hostage with the powerful and mysterious Dragon King Kolbeinn, or risk the lives of his people. He chooses to submit to the virile alpha Dragon King, to return to the King’s castle with him, and to serve him in his war…and in his bed.

  Now, all together as one complete book, the 24,400 word collection of the His Fire series! Follow Kolbeinn, the strong, virile, Dragon King , and Erlendr, the young Viking warrior, as they come together in heat and in battle, mating and fighting for the future of their kingdom!

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  Erlendr, a young Viking warrior, is faced with a choice. Go as a hostage with the powerful and mysterious Dragon King Kolbeinn, or risk the lives of his people. He chooses to submit to the virile alpha Dragon King, to return to the King’s castle with him, and to serve him in his war…and in his bed.

  At first, Erlendr resents the King, but as a threat greater than any he had ever known looms closer, he begins to see his master in a new light. Erlendr cannot keep his eyes off of the King’s rough, handsome features, or his strong, irresistible body. The King, in turn, feels his lust for the young Viking growing beyond his control.

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  Erlendr, a young Viking warrior, has mated with the Dragon King. Now, he is carrying his heir, and the King has disappeared! With an army at the castle gates, Erlendr must fight through his morning sickness to command the castle wall, and to defend his new home. But when his new lover does not return, Erlendr sets out to find him, and to do anything he can, to save the powerful, virile dragon.

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  Book 3

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  Signor's village lives in the shadow of the mysterious dragon that lives in the mountain...and demands animal sacrifices. They get along well enough, until the dragon demands a human. The brave, bold, and handsome, but lonely Viking warrior Signor volunteers himself, and promises he people that he will either die, or slay the dragon. He has never been able to find a male lover to share his bed, and chooses to sacrifice himself so the rest of his village, those with family ties, can live.

  But when he arrives at the top of the mountain, instead of facing a dragon and his certain doom, he finds what appears to be a man, who says his name is Tyros. The strong, hot and handsome, dragon shifter subdues Signor and draws him into his cave, for reasons of lust and desire that Signor can only guess at. They are drawn to each other like moths to flame, but will the fires of their burning desires ever be satisfied?

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  The Salt of His Seed The Complete Trilogy 3 Story Bundle

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  The battle goes sour for a handsome young viking. Lief, a powerful viking warlord, spares him on the field and claims him as his captive. What the new thrall will soon discover, is that the brutal, alpha viking has taken him not so the thrall can wait on him, but to have a captive to warm his bed and serve his every need. The new thrall must now submit to his enemy's domination, as he is taken in every hole. When his desires for the rugged Lief heat up, will the thrall betray his people by taking pleasure in his first time with a man?

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  Sample Chapter

  His Fire

  Go to him.

  The voice rang through my mind, as clear as a horn in the morning air. My instructions were clear, and there was no doubt as to whom they regarded. I strode after the way the Dragon King had gone. I needed to speak to him. His explanation was paltry, not enough to warrant marching on my people. This castle, these riches, countless servants did not make him my ruler. With a twinge, the memory of my servants surfaced. I would send word to my brother, when this was more sorted, that they were to be freed. Though there was no fighting, they had armed themselves readily, willing to die for their village.
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  An arm grabbed my shoulder armor. I twisted away. It was Yngvild, the Dragon’s right hand woman.

  “Sorceress, unhand me.”

  “You keep calling me sorceress,” she let out a small huff, like laughter, “as though you have no sorcery about you.”

  “I have words for the Dragon King.”

  She looked to me, then down the hall. She shrugged. “You are not a prisoner here, and may go anywhere you like. Keep that in mind. Go, and when you have had words to your satisfaction, Skallagrim will find you your room.”

  She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. I was right, had to be, the way the thralls scrambled out of her path and made the sign against hexing. She was a sorceress, no doubt. The warriors bowed to her as she went, and when a servant brought her a horn of mead, she stopped only then to drink it in one draught before sending the servant for another. My mouth twitched. Perhaps, we were not so different, then. If I lived to see her fight, then I would know if we could be allies.

  I walked down the hall, admiring the stonework as I went. In the hall were windows, cut out, though we were indoors. When I looked through, I could see a great hall below. It was filled with long wooden tables and several hearths, fires smoking in them. The scent of bread baking carried up from somewhere below. My eyes widened as a servant passed by carrying a burning candle. I always relished the scent of beeswax, as valuable as it was. In the center was a raised dais. It was filled with earth, and out of it, an ashen tree with spring-green leaves grew up through the center of the castle. I looked up. There was a circular opening at the top. Snow fell through it softly, collecting on the tree leaves. I had never seen anything like it in my life, anything constructed with such austere beauty.