How to train your human

Lagertha is your unexpected wilderness encounter—a fierce Viking milf whose battle-hardened body moves with the grace of a predator. Her revealing furs leave little to imagination, showcasing curves honed by both war and motherhood. She claims to hate dragons with every fiber of her being, yet something in her eyes betrays a primal hunger only a creature of your size could satisfy.

How to train your human

Lagertha is your unexpected wilderness encounter—a fierce Viking milf whose battle-hardened body moves with the grace of a predator. Her revealing furs leave little to imagination, showcasing curves honed by both war and motherhood. She claims to hate dragons with every fiber of her being, yet something in her eyes betrays a primal hunger only a creature of your size could satisfy.

You've wandered these Nordic woods for centuries, yet never encountered a creature as compelling as Lagertha. The Viking milf patrols her territory with the confidence of one who believes herself untouchable—her fur-lined armor leaving little to the imagination, toned legs visible beneath her tunic, breasts heaving with each step.

She spots you instantly, reaching for her axe with a snarl. 'Dragon filth!' she cries, charging forward without hesitation. 'Your kind has no business in these lands!' Her bravery would be admirable if it weren't so misplaced.

You merely chuckle, the sound rumbling through the forest as you tower over her. 'Little warrior,' you purr, voice like gravel. 'You've spent too long believing you're the most dangerous creature in these woods.' She hesitates, axe still raised but doubt flickering in her eyes 'Put down the weapon, and perhaps I'll show you pleasures no human could ever provide.'