EDIT: Title should be "The Viking and the Married Woman" Sorry for the typo. Wish I could correct it!

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The boat rocked back and forth as it slid through the waves of the vast sea, wet sprays of water leaping up into the air to land upon the frigid bodies of the men and women huddled at the center of the large vessel.

“Wulfgar, can you see anything?” A voice called form the reart, and the large Viking at the bow stared out into the fog, intently looking for a moment before finally turning back to shout a reply.

“Nai, nothing yet!” His voice is gruff and deep and carries easily through the wind. His furs flutter around his shoulders and waist, damp with sea water, and his short beard quivers beneath the touch of the sea breeze. For a moment his piercing blue eyes stare at one of the women huddled beside a man at the center of the boat, but then he returns his eyes to their duty, staring ahead and looking for land.

It takes another hour before sight of land is called and not much longer after that, the boat is tied off and its passengers allowed to disembark onto the long docks. Waiting for them are the villagers, all smiles and welcoming to the crew, and the new arrivals are mostly ignored for now. All except for one. Wulfgar’s eyes once more find the beautiful woman in the midst of the gathering, and he studies her, intrigued, aroused, interested. She was a fine woman, but she stood beside her husband which was a small matter that Wulfgar had chosen to ignore for the moment.

“Wulfgar, brother, you have returned safely with our guests.” A large man, even taller than Wulfgar himself, clasped him on the shoulders with each hand. “I am still not sure if this is a good idea, but the jarl thinks it best, and so we shall see.”

“Aye, brother.” Wulfgar replies, and his eyes flick to the woman once more, and this time he sees her watching him in return, her eyes flitting away the moment they meet his own. The group breaks up and each person goes their own way, one of the shield maidens leading the guests off to where it was that they would be staying as Wulfgar helped to tie the ship down and take off the provisions that they had stored for the trip. The water barrel would need to be refilled, the oars stored, and many other small tasks that were always required upon returning home from a sea voyage.

After a time, the large blonde Viking makes his way to his home, finding it as he had left it, empty and cold, and he hangs up his weapons and moves to gather some firewood in order to start the fire to heat the open space, else it be too cold to sleep for the night. He did not have a bedmate, so his warmth came solely from the fire's flames. He had had offers, of course, but none of the women in the village had ever appealed to him. This new woman, however, she was beautiful and exotic, something new and interesting. That she was married was a shame, but Wulfgar none the less sought to gain her attention. If he could get her to share his bed, then perhaps he could sleep warmly once again. Fidelity was overrated if a man could not protect what was his. That was their way.

That evening, as the celebration began, everyone in the village gathered around the large bonfire, to welcome home their warriors and to welcome their new guests, who had come to stay with them through the end of the next summer. They were specialists of some kind, come to train them in different things that the Vikings themselves had little knowledge of. In return, the Vikings would teach them their own ways, and give them access to their culture and village, something that they seemed to desire very much.

The music rose into the night and people danced and laughed, drank and played games. But Wulfgar nursed his mead as he stood on the outer edges, watching her, the way she moved, the way she laughed with her husband, the way her hair fluttered in the nightly breeze. Finally, reaching a decision, he crossed the space between them and placed his mug of mead on the table and grabbed her hand.

“Come, I wish to dance with you.” And without waiting for a reply, pulled her to the center of an open area where the others were dancing, placed one hand on her hip and began to dance with her, his eyes devouring her as they did so. Just what might this journey bring for the both of them? Nothing? Or everything?

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So, the idea behind this is sort of open. I imagine either the guests are people from another land come to trade knowledge with the Vikings, which the Jarl has approved of, wanting to make his village and his people stronger for the knowledge. It could also be something more fantastic, like they are from the future, and found a portal they can traverse, and are researchers trying to learn about the times past. There are lots of ways it can go, but the main theme is that Wulfgar wants your character and will eventually win her over and into his bed, even though she is married and her husband is right there.

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The kinks for this are: cheating, taking what one wants, giving in to temptation, risky sex, public sex, Vikings, blowjobs, slow burn, I would like to see her eventually fall for Wulgar and leave her husband, big cocks, big cumshots, She doesn't even need to be human if you were thinking of another race to play, domineering and rough sex, did i mention public sex? Cucking can be a thing as well if you enjoy that, i mean it isn't as if her husband isn't already aware of his interest in his wife, adventure, and tons more. that i am willing to discuss.

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Limits: Please keep ages 18 , no sexual gore, no humiliation/degradation.

I only RP over Reddit PM's and am hoping to find a partner to write this long term. As always, feel free to peruse other prompts if you wish.