The Vikings missed the ceremony, but they didn€t miss the best part, the consummation.
An army of Vikings take my new husband€s place.
Arranged to marry a hateful man, I€m saved by the Vikings. To show they've conquered us, their leader gives me a ravishing kiss.
But if I thought that was all they wanted, I was naive. They share their plunder.
The Vikings don€t believe in sin like I do. They tear off my wedding dress. Already consumed by lust, already too late to take back my offer, I allow them to ravage me on the head table. They aren€t going to be satisfied until they finish, each and every last one of them, inside me.
