Ethnicity, Norwegian · Skin, ice-white Ingrid, 29, was a warrior with golden hair and a heart of fire. Her pale skin—translucent, like the snows of the north—covered a body defined by long, powerful muscles. Her platinum-blonde hair, braided and adorned with metal rings, framed a face with piercing, ice-blue eyes. A leather cuirass hugged her firm, medium-sized breasts, which bore rosy nipples, her buttocks were taut, high, and muscular—sculpted by combat. Following their victory, back at the encampment, she took command, she threw him down onto the wolf pelts and mounted him, her skin still radiating the heat of battle. With the roar of a conqueror, she lowered her fleshy, pink vulva onto his cock and rode him like a fury—her breasts swaying, the metal in her hair jingling—until an orgasm struck her down with the force of an axe blow. Position, mounted atop the wolf pelts, her hands pressed against his chest, her warrior’s body arched in triumph.