The Viking and the Princess

Parental Advisory, Explicit Content.  Read at your own discretion. 

Synopsis:  Sven Odinson walks away from a field trip only to bump into Norwiegan debutante Inga Svalsbard.   The sparks fly and their past lives visit them when they kiss.   They realize they were meant to be.  

Chapter 1—Ennui Ensues

          Sven Odinson was a typical Norwegian schoolkid.  He minded his authorities well and earned exquisite grades.  He even participated in chess club as one of his extracurricular activities when he wasn’t busy with academia.  Although he savored being outdoors amongst his fellow creatures and all of his friends, he was becoming bored with the history lesson his instructor was prating on about. 

          Sven already knew enough about the Norse gods to make an enthusiast jealous.   He yawned and stretched, rolling his ice blue eyes.  The fresh spring air blew back his flaxen mane.  A few errant strands blinded him for a moment.  He whisked them back behind his ear and, without making a sound, left the trail, his schoolmates and the instructor in hindsight. 

Chapter 2—The Debutante

          While breathing in the mountain air and fresh spring breeze, Sven inhaled deeply and was infused with the scent of flowers in bloom.   He took a moment to clear his head and reflect upon everything he had learned and what he was thankful for until he accidentally bumped into a spellbinding platinum blonde-haired beauty.  

          Her eyes shone like aquamarines and her teeth were whiter than pearls.  Her clothing looked like it waltzed straight out of an Abercrombie & Fitch store.  

          “I didn’t see you there.  I was stricken by the beauty of this place.’, Sven said.  Inga was more smitten with Sven’s boyish countenance and muscular frame.   Also, his jovial, smoky tone gave him a sultry allure she found irresistible.   Something about him was familiar.   She began to tell her story, how she had slipped away from the watch of her butler, Jan, and gone out for a walk in the woods without him noticing.  

          ‘I wore these sneakers just to make my escape.  They make me even stealthier.’, she said, slyly, nudging him in the ribcage.   Sven had worn tennis shoes for just such an egress from the everyday, mundane monotony that field trips sometimes bring.   They became instant friends, and a stirring in betwixt their hearts began that very moment.  

          They rushed away to a hillside where they could watch the sunset.  Inga leaned over to share her first kiss with this rogue, runaway student.  Just then, the two had a flashback. 

          It was the medieval era.  She was a princess living in a lofty, ornate castle, and he was a Viking on a raid to claim whatever prize he could, whether it monetary or physical. 

          The first moment the Viking laid his eyes on the princess, he was overcome with want for her.   His heart longed within him and his loins became an inferno.   The princess wasn’t afraid of him and boasted of her skill with a sword.  She was ready to defend herself and the kingdom if need be.  

          The Viking was too stunned to spar with the princess. 

          ‘You’re exactly like the women in the clan.’, the Viking professed, admiring her with each step he took forward.   She still held the sword in her defense.  

          ‘Don’t make me test just how alike we are.’, the princess threatened.   He liked his women feisty and came closer, put his hand on the sword’s hilt over her own. 

          ‘I won’t hurt you.’, he said.   Somehow, she knew she could trust this man, savage though he seemed.    She dropped her sword and examined his dreadlocks, fascinated by how intricate they were. 

          ‘What treasure do you wish for, Viking ?’, the princess asked.   At first, he had only wanted jewels, gold and trinkets but now he could think of nothing but the princess. 

          ‘You.’, he said, boldly, brashly coming toward her and holding her firmly, yet tenderly.  

          ‘You will have to catch me first.’, the princess said, eluding his grasp easily, and laughing heartily.   The Viking knew that this little game of hunter and hunted was going to be extremely entertaining, indeed.           He would have his chance to swipe her up into his strong, muscular arms, where he knew she would finally find her true niche.  

Chapter 4—Desire

          That vision of his past had caused his libido to spike and hiding it was next to impossible.   He had never felt his heart palpitate in such a way or palpable electricity pass between his fingers across to hers.   Sparks of static electricity destabilized as they touched for the first time and undressed in a rush. 

          ‘This is all happening so fast.’, Inga said, unable to hold back her delight and entrancement with the profound young man.   His ease with her was more than coincidence, and neither of them believed in things not happening without a purpose.  

          ‘Don’t think.  We all know due to our collective flashback we’re meant to be.  Don’t even question it.  Just. Be.  With me.’, Sven said, in an unexpected change of mood from reflective to romantic.   The two of them started to undress each other, kissing each other, hard and fast, tongues entwining wildly.   Inga straddled him, pinning him to the dewy ground underneath her.  

          Sven caressed and squeezed Inga’s breasts, bringing his lips to suck on her areolas and motor boating her with great zest.   She couldn’t help but giggle.  It tickled, but the sensation Sven caused her to feel was beyond euphoric.  

          Inga lowered her panties and lead his penis swiftly, but gently into her vagina.   Her parents and butler would’ve never approved of this but the heat between them was too incredible and surreal.   Sven couldn’t believe how fortunate he had been.   It was like they were communicating on a whole other level.  

         

Chapter 5—Sweat Drenched but Satisfied

          Sven’s hips accommodated Inga as she moved faster and faster and achieved multiple orgasms.   One they even had together until they collapsed under the blazing stars.   Sven nearly shrieked, however.   His headmaster was going to have his rear on a platter if he wasn’t back with his tour group. 

          ‘Will I see you again, Viking ?’, she questioned, giving him a luscious kiss to remember her by.   He held her close, cupping her chin in his hand while he drank deeply of her lips for one last time. 

          ‘Yes.  Just call me.  Here’s my number.  If you ever long to be with me again, as I know I will for you, just give me a ring.’, Sven said, romantically.  He didn’t know what had come over him.  He had become sappy so quickly but it flowed from his innermost being.   He gushed and Inga received it eagerly.  

          Picking up his clothing and pulling Inga in for a last kiss, the two of them wiped their sweat off with the backs of their hands and said their goodbyes.   No one knew of their congress other than they, but it wouldn’t be the last time they had a tumble, not by a long shot.  

Chapter 6—Dreaming in the Rain

          After savoring mind-blowing sex from Inga, it was obvious that he was going to be stricken with the worst insomnia he had experienced since nearly missing one of his exams before becoming serious about physics and other lofty areas of study.  

          Frustratingly, he turned on his CD player and began to listen to Susanne Sundfor.   It did give him some relaxation, but it wasn’t enough to lull him back into sleep.   He called Inga and she had revealed to him that they were no longer a secret back at their home.  

          ‘I know this sounds insane, but I know we’re meant to be together.  If we’re going to be exclusive, then no lies must exist between us.   You do realize that paparazzi will try to hunt us down…’, she said, a bit sternly. 

          Sven already knew the consequences, and he didn’t care.  His flashback and his insomnia had been enough to convince him that Inga was correct.  He longed to be back with his princess even though it would be a challenging existence.  

          Inga had come from the city and hiked by foot just to pick the lock on his front door and immediately into his bedroom.   It wasn’t much longer until the two were wrestling underneath the sheets of his bed, relishing the rise and fall of their bodies in tandem.   

          Dream had become reality for them both, but they wondered how long they could keep up with their yen for sex.   It was challenging maintaining that energy but they understood that were they not together, the world they had come to know would be shattered.   It seemed a bit drastic, but neither of them had ever been so ebullient before one or the other entered into their life.   Somehow or another, this life they had begun out of so-called ‘happenstance’ would be blissful, even though troubles, trials and tribulations would creep into existence here and there.    Without the bad, though, they wouldn’t fully appreciate the good that would come thereafter.  

Chapter 7—Farewell to the Old, Hello to the New

          Even after graduating from college, Sven was pleased with his new job and how he learned something new and exciting every day.   He had become married to Inga and they were enjoying their explosive love life.   He was always anxious to return home and dive under the sheets with her, exploring new positions and sweet spots that he never knew women ever had (and yes, like a few Norwegian guys growing up, he had read up on female anatomy).  

          Sex had never been boring to Sven, especially since that particular activity had taken up so much of his time.   Spending time in such a large establishment was a bit foreign and luxurious but the staff at Inga’s house had welcomed him with open arms.   They had never seen Inga so jovial before and her ability to work and finish projects without even breaking a sweat.  

          Inga had begun caring more about the indigent ever since she had met Sven.   He and she took on many causes for the thrill it gave them and the sense of fulfillment they experienced after helping those in need.   Of course, it often ended in the two of them having a bit of fun on Inga’s sex swing, skulking around the hidden chambers (behind covert doors into corridors) and even in the lady’s chamber.   Due to that first leap, Sven had become more adventurous but he wouldn’t have wanted his life to be any other way. 

Chapter 8—Appetite Strikes

          Sometimes, though, libido had a tendency to rear its ugly head whenever Inga and Sven were out eating at many of their favorite eateries.   One time, the pull of libido was so strong that the two of them had to excuse themselves and depart to their car. 

          ‘I can’t stop thinking about you, being like this.’, Sven said, ravenously unbuttoning Inga’s blouse, carefully, button by button.   His hot, steamy kisses trailed from the nape of her neck down to her navel.   Deftly, he undid her belt and whipped it off her jeans with a twinkle in his eyes. 

          ‘You are so talented in doing that.’, Inga goaded him, wiggling her eyebrows. 

          ‘Not half as talented as you are in seducing me, my heart.’, Sven said, lowering her jeans and panties in one fell swoop.   Gently, he began to kiss her mons and tongue her clit, dodging his tongue in and out of her until she moaned in ecstasy.   Hungrily, she pinned him down after using his weight against him.   She lifted his shirt over his head, kissing his ribs, chest and clavicle until she met her lips with his.    She could see his massive erection coming through his trousers.  

          Inga rapidly removed Sven’s trousers and underwear, quickly lowering herself onto his stiff erection.   She was already moist with anticipation.  He slipped into her effortlessly.   So many times they had copulated before, but each and every time was sweeter and even more sacred than before.   They soon became a blur of dancing shadows before they collapsed together, savoring each other’s breath, heartbeat and presence.   Sven said something out of impulse, once uttered, he knew he could never take it back. 

          ‘Inga, I know we’ve been together for quite a few months.  I can’t see myself with anyone else but you.   Will you do me the honor of becoming my lifelong partner ?’, he asked.  

          ‘Your cohort ?  Your associate ?’, Inga said, her head nestled against his heart, listening to the rhythmic, slow and mellow beating of his life-force.  

          ‘Absolutely.  I had been waiting for you to have the fortitude to ask me.’, Inga said, tickling him lightly with her lips.   It was enough of a thrill to arouse him again and the two 69’ed until the evening had turned into daylight.  

Epilogue

          Marriage had not tempered the spark and flame blazing between the two lovers.   They still lived in the same idyllic place and enjoyed each other’s company in many more innovative and imaginative ways that only evoked pleasure and never pain.   Neither one of them was into BDSM or freaky elements such as that.   They did involve themselves in their Viking and princess fantasy, even though it was reality after all.   Neither of them could’ve been happier or more fulfilled and it continued long into their golden years. 

The End