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over his elbows, Ragnar stroked the massive head against my tender pussy, making me moan from his very touch. Above me but not on top of me, and still at a level where I could look into hie beautiful eyes.

“Fuck!” I screamed as he pushed in.

“Okay?”

“Yes, please, don’t stop, fuck me, please!” I wailed, no longer caring who heard.

Ragnar honored my wishes, easing his beautiful cock as far as he could inside me, a little more than a third of his full and mighty length, and started to pump.

It filled me with the most transcendent joy, his cock stroking up against my clit and g-spot at the same time, working me up into an earth-shattering orgasm. Bursting behind my eyes in a supernova of white light as Ragnar drove into me.

Slowly withdrawing his cock, my gentle giant tenderly opened my mouth with his hand and delivered his load there. Unlike last time, he was able to control the flood a lot better, delivering four smaller volleys into my waiting mouth, giving me time to swallow before unleashing another. I closed my lips around him before Ragnar could pull away. I wasn’t finished with him yet.

I’d never much liked the taste of cum. It was fine, I wasn’t a spitter or anything, but it wasn’t my favorite thing. Ragnar’s, however, was, or at least was quickly becoming. One taste, even if most of it ended up on me, was enough to make me want more. I needed more. It would be a while before my pussy recovered enough to take his monster cock again, so my mouth it was. He didn’t seem to mind at all, caressing my cheek and stroking my pussy as I sucked away on his beautiful cock, desperate for another helping of his delicious cum.

The second flood came, Ragnar handling it much the same as before, giving me smaller, more manageable helpings. I liked that. He paid attention, and my comfort and enjoyment were clearly important to him.

By the time I’d swallowed the last load, my pussy had more or less recovered and, without really thinking, I turned over onto my belly and got up on all fours, basically demanding he fuck me from behind.

Taking me from behind like I was a tiny, light-weight ragdoll, Ragnar caressed his cock against my pussy, making me hum with pleasure just from that little bit of contact. There was something about the position that brought my clit more into play. I was still pretty wet from what already happened. Just being around him was enough to make me horny, never mind having his magnificent member in my mouth.

“Oh!” I moaned as he slid inside me.

“Too deep?”

“No, just right.”

Ragnar took me by the hips, and started to rock, pumping his massive cock inside me. His cock slid in just over half-way. It felt like the whole way, but I knew better to risk that. Half was as far as I was likely to get but that was more than enough.

I made a note to try and ride him, that way I could stop where it was still comfortable, not that he hadn’t been spot on with that himself. He seemed to really know how to handle a woman, and stop right where it felt really good, without crossing the line, which I imagined it would be easy to do, being as big as he was.

Slowly, I started to move with him, rocking myself back and forth on his cock as he fucked me, matching his movements as closely as I could, our bodies falling into a sweet synchronicity.

So caught up in the wonderful rhythm was I, it passed my notice that he was about to cum. Fortunately, Ragnar was more on top of things, and had me on my back and his load in my mouth in the nick of time, cupping my pussy to maintain contact as I swallowed his sweet gift.

My consciousness was slipping, the sheer exertion of our passionate lovemaking putting me on the edge of an early sleep. That was what it felt like though, lovemaking, not just a casual fuck with a stranger. Despite the suddenness, it was still among the most intimate experiences of my life, the connection between us as undeniable as it was ineffable.

But I was too far gone to ponder that now, and a sweet, dark blanket of sleep slid over me.

Chapter Two - Ragnar

The wind swept from the east, as it always did, the end of the world stretched out before me or so it seemed, cold wind blowing in my face. It was summer, but it could be difficult to tell the difference on the coast, the North Atlantic frigid cold at the best of times.

You just had to dress for it, and you were usually fine. Part of the reason why knit sweaters were so popular around there, though not some much on the inland cities. When the winter came, though, and the winds howled like demons outside the door, all bets were off. It was safest to try and stay inside by the hearth. That’s where I’d been that summer. The stones were cold and black from long lack of use, but it was still a good place to get sunlight.

“Staying long?” came the voice from behind me.

“No, just looking,” I said, the words echoing inside my head.

Light flooded the dark as the world returned. Memories returned as the dream faded. I had the nagging feeling that someone was trying to tell me something with the dream. It was just the “who” and the “what” that were in question.

There was a movement next to me, the previous day coming to sharper focus. The wedding, the gig, the woman…

I glanced over and Stephanie was still sleeping peacefully beside me. I turned back to stare at the ceiling,