Fate Rebellion

As soon as the trousers came undone, Rurik's cock flopped out, smacking a stunned Greta in the face. "W— Wha…?" she muttered and blinked. A musky smell wafted towards her, causing her to feel a little lightheaded. 

Rurik grinned down at her, and crossed his arms. "There's what you've been wanting, Greta. But it's clearly not ready yet—you're gonna have to do some work. Start by licking it." 

Greta gulped, but nodded. "I— I know how this works…" she muttered, almost offended. Gingerly, she grasped the shaft with her hands. Yet, she kept it resting on her face, even as she stuck out her tongue and gave it a quick lick. 

"I just… didn't realize they grew this big," she muttered in awe. "I doubt it will even fit!" 

She needed a moment to appreciate its size, but her lust was quickly bursting her past any hurdles. Her licking became faster and more desperate by the second, but it paid off. Rurik's member quickly hardened and grew to its full, 12-inch size. 

"Well, of course," Rurik smiled as a cunning light passed through his eyes. Mild pleasure was radiating through his body. "I'm here to be the bull in your marriage. Can't be a proper bull without a big dick." 

Greta blinked as she finally took the fleshy staff of her face and looked up at him with a confused wrinkle. "A wha— hmpf" 

Rurik interrupted her by shoving the tip of his cock in her open mouth. Allowing her too much confusion would be detrimental to their plans. The recorder was running, after all, so he decided to move on quickly. 

At first, she protested a little, but Rurik kept his hand on her head to keep her in place. "Shhh, little Greta. Just do what we're both here for—sating your lust, because your husband can't." 

It wasn't long before desire won out, and Greta relaxed. Slowly, she started to suck on the tip, soft moans leaving her throat. Her hands snaked up to grab the shaft and pumped it slowly. 

Rurik trembled a little from pleasure, but he cracked his neck and calmed down. He needed to stay coolheaded for this. 

Suddenly, Lars spoke up in a strained voice. "I hope she's doing a good job for you, Sir. You're here because I can't satisfy her, so I will obviously show my gratitude in the ways we've discussed, but I hope my wife shows her gratitude as well." 

At the sound of his voice, Greta trembled, her eyes widened. Her tongue paused, and she tried to look to the side, only now realising who was there. She tried to say something, despite the obstacle in her mouth, but Rurik thrust himself a little deeper. 

"Well, she still seems a little unsure," Rurik casually answered Lars at the same time. "But I'm sure she'll come around." 

Greta yelped, her nasal breaths becoming haggard and a little panicked. Her eyes flew around, trying to find her husband, but only seeing Rurik, and his large cock's base. 

"Just relax, Greta," Rurik grinned hungrily. He leaned forward a little and grabbed her head with both hands, before slowly starting to pump inside. "Your husband wants this for you. Just be a good girl for me, and enjoy the ride." 

"Y— Yes…" Lars groaned, once again in that strained tone. "Do as he says, dear." 

Next to him, Luna's lips were curled up, smirking wickedly. Obviously, it was her making Lars say these things, but the sound recorder didn't know the difference, and neither did Greta. At the same time, she used her other hand to take pictures of everyone in the room besides herself. 

It wasn't just Luna, however, as Rurik was also using the mark he'd placed on Lars to increase his arousal. It felt a little weird to do this to a man, but he endured, for the sake of the plan. Lars's arousal was making it easier for Luna to control him, as well as making her pictures far more incriminating. 

Meanwhile, Greta was starting to relax again. She had no idea what was going on, but she decided she didn't truly care. She wanted to cum on this massive cock, and she wanted it now. Her husband had no impact on her decision to proposition Rurik before, so why would he now? 

Rurik slowly started to get her used to his size, penetrating further and further into her mouth and throat. Greta simply moaned and let it happen. Her hands were no longer on his dick, now rubbing her pussy and fondling her breasts. 

After a few minutes, Rurik had enough and pulled his rock-hard, properly lubricated cock out. He pulled Greta up by the throat and grinned at her, "That was nice, wasn't it, little Greta? Doesn't it feel good to let your bull take care of you?" 

Drunk on lust, Greta nodded with a silly smile, uncaring that his hand was lightly choking her—in fact, she only felt better. "Y— Yesss… F— Feels good…" 

Rurik nodded in satisfaction, and tossed her over to a nearby couch. "Good girl. Now, present your pussy, and I'll give you what you've been wanting: multiple, mind-shattering orgasms." 

Greta's breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling from impatience, she quickly bent over and presented her mature ass. 

Rurik walked up to her without delay, and instantly thrust himself inside. She was already wet enough, anyway. "Aooh, mmmy Gooood!" Greta screamed from the largest intrusion she'd ever had before, but he gave her no time to get used to it. 

Now simply wanting to satisfy his own lust, Rurik started sawing her like a log. 

At first, Greta felt pain, but that barely lasted half a minute. After she got used to hit, her mind started reeling from the first orgasm, and she didn't care about anything else anymore. Her moans and grunts began to fill her room, begging him to fuck her harder.

What came next was an hour long ravaging of the mature Greta. He slapped her ass, pinched her nipples, pulled her hair, and filled her womb with several loads, all while the mature woman screamed out her approval. 

He wasn't concerned about pregnancy at all. He'd been having a very active sex life with multiple partners for two years now, and nothing had happened. Clearly, he was either infertile, or close to it. He and Luna figured it had something to do with his ability, but Rurik preferred not to think about it much. 

During the entire event, Lars occasionally gave his two cents in various, highly incriminating ways, under direction by Luna, of course, who took as many pictures as she could of the entire thing. 

Finally, when Greta was a trembling, euphoric mess, Rurik sighed, and pulled up his pants. "I hope you enjoyed the show, Lars," he then said calmly. "I'll expect your full cooperation if I have any needs in the future." 

"O— Of course, Sir," Lars muttered, his face flushed. "Whatever you want will be yours. Me and my wife will serve our bull faithfully." 

With that, Rurik pressed the stop button the recorder and began to chuckle. "Well, that was fun." 

Meanwhile, Luna commanded Lars to fall asleep and sashayed over to her man with a wide grin. "You're telling me! If I didn't have my hands full, I would have been using both of them on my dripping pussy! God, I love us!" 

Rurik matched her grin and pulled her in close. "So do I, beautiful!" Wasting no time, they kissed passionately for several minutes over the unconscious bodies of their newest puppets. 

Then, gathering up their supplies, they walked out the door. 

With enough blackmail material to last a lifetime, the new mayor of Trondheim became their first political asset, and the first step to their criminal empire… 

* * * 

"Luna!" a nine-year-old Rurik exclaimed, startling himself awake. His wide eyes stared into the dark. It took him a moment to recognize the cottage he occupied with his mother and little sisters… back at the royal compound of Harald Hardrada, a thousand years in the past.