The Son Of Ragnar

"General Njal!" A man called out, Njal had managed to join them at the frontlines and everyone was happy to see him as he had arrived with backup.

Njal intended to hold them here and with Sturla rumored to be here, it was an opportunity for them to take him out.

"Ah, hello there. What is the current report?" Njal asked, speaking to the man that seemed to be in charge until he arrived.

"They have broken the line but there is something strange! They are not advancing!" The man said, the man that spoke looked sickly and pale.

Njal knew that the cold had gotten to him, it was colder here as the clan of their enemy stayed in the coldest region.

Despite being at their border, the cold seeped in only making him imagine how cold it was beyond the border but no one has dared venture out there.

Because they understood what would happen to them if they did, death.

"That is strange, they should have tried to occupy more territory to push us back. Do you have scouts on them?" Njal questioned, trying to anticipate the strategy of their enemy.

"Yes sir! We cannot get too close but we have established that they have not moved…" The man said but there was something strange that caught Njal's attention.

"What do you mean get too close? Did you see them set up camp?" Njal asked, sounding concerned and the man's silence only agitated him.

"Speak!" Njal said and the man cleared his throat before blurting out.

"No"

"You fucking idiot! Send more scouts to cover more areas! The camp is a decoy!" Njal said, he had taken command and this was his first action.

"If it is not the great Njal…" A voice called out behind him and a smile crept up Njal's face.

"You are still alive?" Njal asked, turning around to see a woman, she had a very muscular build but this was common with female warriors in their clan alongside multiple tattoos all over her body.

She had three distinctive black dots right under her left eye, the color matching her eyes.

Hair was cut short because it had proven to be a disadvantage, especially in a battle as the black hair dangled just above the nape of her neck standing at 5'7.

"Do you wish me dead?" The lady asked as she approached Njal, and Njal could only smile.

It has been a while since he had seen her.

"I could never wish you dead, Torvi," Njal said as he embraced her intimately.

"The Chieftain is finally making his move if he sends you.." Torvi said, breaking away from his embrace.

"I believe so," Njal responded but he noticed Torvi leading him by the hand into a tent.

He had no objections and followed because he needed to rest, it had been a somewhat long journey.

"You must be tired…" Torvi said.

Njal lay on the makeshift bed set up in the tent but Torvi lay behind him. There was not much he could do, he had already assessed the situation and given instructions for their next actions.

Now, all he had to do was wait but he knew he was no good to them, exhausted.

Torvi was the big spoon but Njal understood at that moment just how starved she was of physical touch.

She wrapped her hands around his torso.

"I missed you Njal…" Torvi said and before he could respond, her cold hand had snuck into his trouser.

It became clear to her that she was not the only that missed this.

"I missed the feeling of your dick…." She said and she began stroking it slowly and gently.

Njal bit his lower lips, he was trying his best not to moan but Torvi wrapped her hand around his mouth so it was not even possible.

"Let me make you feel good…" Torvi said, licking his ear. Her legs wrapped around him from behind, grinding against him.

Njal's breathing heavied, and his toes curled, he was about to have an explosive cumshot but Torvi removed her hand from his dick abruptly.

"That is for abandoning me…" Torvi said, and Njal had the look of a lost puppy in his eyes.

He was so close to climax yet he was denied, it has been ages since he had seen Torvi and it was not fair that she had gotten him to this state only to abandon him.

Njal was not thinking straight, right now all he wanted was to cum but he had no intentions of using her hand to do so.

"Torvi…" Njal called out to her and the lady looked at the back of his head, licking the precum off her fingers.

"Yes?" Torvi responded with a gentle tone, still acting as the big spoon.

"It has been a long journey, can I get some rest?" Njal said and Torvi accepted. Njal most likely wanted to be alone and she had no problem giving him that privacy.

She released him from her grasp and stood up.

Njal adjusted his body, with his back on the bed, grabbing Torvi's wrist and dragging her towards the bed.

She landed right on top of him and Njal's hands firmly grabbed her waist.

"What do you think you are doing…?" Torvi asked but Njal responded with his erection pressing against her crotch. It felt like he was knocking on the door to paradise that only Torvi had the keys to.

Torvi got the message, she began slowly grinding on the bulge.

Njal was as sexually frustrated as she was, and right now they both had an outlet as it should also help with the cold.

Njal threw his head back with his eyes closed as he whispered.

"Fuck…" This was the sound of pleasure, and Torvi could tell he was about to cum just from her grinding on him but if he did, who would pleasure her?

No, she was not going to let him as she abruptly stopped whatever she was doing.

Njal opened his eyes in frustration after a minute but looking up, all he saw was a nude Torvi lowering her hips. Before he could speak, her wet plump pussy was on his face.

"Not so fast…" Torvi said with a sinister grin.