A hulking Viking, his chiseled physique a testament to centuries of warrior lineage, retreats to his private quarters, his mind filled with images of the day's battles and the curves of a maiden he'd briefly glimpsed. He strips, his massive cock swinging heavily, already semi-erect. He sits, his broad back against the cold stone wall, and begins to stroke. His hand, rough from years of combat, contrasts with the smooth, soft skin of his cock. He imagines the maiden's lips around him, her tongue exploring every inch. His strokes become faster, more urgent, until with a roar, he comes, thick ropes of cum painting his chest.