The louder you moan, the better.

I can’t stay and be married to some lifeless dolt. I need passion and adventure. So, I set off from my barren island home to meet the Viking Berserkers.

I interrupt their warrior’s ceremony, and if I want to leave my home, I need to make amends. They need to take me raw and unprotected. All of them.

I am not experienced, but my innocent body tells me to surrender. These muscled, ravenous men will give me pleasure like I never thought possible, and all I’ll have to do is bend my knees.

They surround me, caress me with their rough hands, lick me with their fierce tongues, and I ache and beg for them to be inside. That wild, carnal side I tried to lock away is freed.

These Vikings will take all of me.