The Tale of Donar Bloodaxe and the Hot Springs

Twas the night before Jul fest, and all through Jomsburgh,
Not a creature was stirring, not even an urt;
The stockings were hung by the fire pits with care,
In hopes the wild hunt soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their furs,
While Jarl Jonas was scouting the streets for a kur,
With Jarls in the hall partaking of mead,
And bond-maids beside them, all begging their need,

When from the hot springs there arose such a clatter,
skye ran from her lodge to see what was the matter.
Away to the hall window Mistress Ri flew like a flash,
Soon to be joined by Mistress Sa’che Bloodaxe

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
And what sight before them should begin to unfurl,
But the High Jarl himself, and eight of His girls,

The burly old sailor, so horny and quick,
And sixteen small hands all groping His ...umm...beard
With eager euphoric bliss they all came,
And he growled, and moaned, and called them by name;

"Now, shay leah! Now, parsit! Now, isha and unna!
On, ronja! On eira On, lif and selina!
His stamina was boundless, his ardour more so
His girls screaming madly as he thrust to and fro

The Jarls made excuses and walked out the hall,
”Good Gods!” called Jarl Darad, “He’s fucking them all!”
Jarl Iorek stood by and he just shook His head....”Fetch Ramus” He stated.
“and bring Drax as well. Surely one man can’t leave them ALL sated”

Jarl Marcus, the gentleman inside the hall,
Comforted the free ladies traumatised by it all,
Mistress Fallon was sobbing, Mistress Izee flushed red,
and Lady Zyndel had snuck off to bed

And then in an instant it was heard from the springs,
The loud moans and screaming of eight collared slutlings
As the ladies to the window once more all fled,
From outside winked the high Jarl, His bonds now giving head,

With a swoon Mistress Ruby fell to the floor,
Having missed Jarl Gram’s cry; "Don't look out the door!",
Thassa blues-- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was a wide lusty grin,
And he pounded with force the slut he was in;

When finally all calmed and each slut was kissed
with bodies entwined in post coital bliss,
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
His bond-maids all sated, himself sore and spent,
The onlookers silenced as away they all went,

The word was around, more sluts come with stealth,
dagna laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave her to know she had nothing to dread;

And He lay by the water, along with His crew,
When he beckoned her over saying “bring cinnie too”
aiyanna joined in and clung to His back,
faith and ingemar there also, both groping His sacks.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the sluts, then came with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, from the waters he rose;
He sprang to his chambers, to his bonds gave a cry,
And away they all flew like tarns in the sky,
But I heard him exclaim, ere he moved out of sight,

"Happy Jul fest to all, and to Scagnar good-night."

1. Thu Dec 21 18:37 ~ - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   Thorarin said:

   *laughing rt*

2. Sun Dec 17 16:59 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   shay leah{TBx} said:

   Tears of happiness mixed with sadness. What a time then!!

3. Sun Dec 17 11:10 * - Subject: * - 0 reaction(s)
   honeycake said:

   Marvelous !!