With his hands on her hips, Erik loomed over his wife, his cockhead pressed against her sphincter. Astrid had her perfect ass wiggling in the air, her back arched, and her head resting on the ground. One arm was helping to carry her weight, while the other was already sneaking down to her dripping cunt.
The winds howled around them; the sea swirled wildly around the pier they stood on. The sky was dark, but in the distance, the northern lights danced, illuminating their lewd acts. Finally, a young Edda was watching from a distance, failing to hide behind a crate.
"Ready?" Erik asked the subdued vampire beneath him, a confident, expectant smirk on his lips.
Astrid actually was a little nervous, but she wouldn't let that show. "I— Is that what you ask the wife you're about to claim? Where's my mighty lord husband, taking what he wants?" There was only a slight tremble to indicate her nerves.
