When war reaches the shores of the north, it's up to the king to gather his armies and fight the enemy. Not so easy, when everybody would rather be fucking than fighting. Also, there's Härjulf Dwarftosser. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

“ Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sister, and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning!”

- Old viking prayer

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The one eyed king: True tales from the northlands

The one eyed king stood gazing out upon his blessed land of the blind. He truly was the messiah and savior of the realm in all its glory. Smiling joyfully at all that was his, he held a scepter and his head was crowned - true to his title, to the last. He wasn't actually one eyed. No, he was really just a human, like everyone else. With one teeny, tiny, little difference; he was king. He had power. True power. Power to give or take lives at his command. And power to forgive and forget, if he so chose. But a man does not become king without sacrificing the blood of his enemies upon the altar of history. And he does surely not stay king for so long if he uses his power to forgive.

His was a large stature; broad shoulders enveloped in a red cloak and a stomach which had grown as the years passed and no wars were waged by his sword, but it showed, he was king. His arms were large and muscular, telling of his warrior past. And his back was strong, and broad as a bull's. Once a handsome man, it wasn't the years that had aged his face (he was no older than forty). It was all the wars and battles fought twenty years ago. The wars that made him king. The face was scarred and his left eye had lost vision long ago. A brownish red beard adorned it, making his visage even sterner.

The king had a Viking past and a warrior's soul. A hero, once, now overlooking what was despotically his. Aye, he had awoken minutes ago, young maiden by his side, and walked out onto the balcony by his room to see the sun. He wore nothing, but the crown and the cloak. He always put them on when leaving bed. He was king, after all. He gave a gloating smile to his kingdom, and watched the peasants work beneath his castle. If someone would look up, he or she would smile and wave and salute his king, as was customary. And the king would nod sternly in reply, and the peasant would be on his way.
"Kneel now", the king spoke, his voice booming, "for before you stands the wicked god of wrath!" And his people knelt.

Taking in a deep breath of fresh air, he felt the sting of winter in the wind. Winter Nights drew closer and being king, chieftain, he'd be the one to hold the blot and sacrifice food, animals and even lives; young women with whom he'd lay first, to the gods. The gods, Odin; the wanderer, and his son Thor, the thunderer. And he felt the chill of the times on his body. Namely, his cock, which had been erected and proud upon his awakening, shrunk and became smaller in the cold. Entering his chambers again, he remembered when he became king. The sounds of the farm animals and the chatter of the villagers were muted as he recalled.

It was twenty years ago this next summer, upon the hill where once the Tower of Trolls stood. Having fought for three days and three nights, the king and his men, the chosen ones of the night, pushed on to take the head of the deceiver; the king which preceded him on the gilded throne of skulls. They were ten men, rushing one hundred and one hundred still. At the top of the hill stood was the king, hiding in his tent like a coward. Having slain his enemies and lost all nine of his men, the would be king approached the bastard in hiding, and took his head. Then, he laid with his bride upon the old king's bloody rags. And then, lastly, he sacrificed the bride to Odin, and was crowned king.

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Now, in his bed lay the young maiden with whom he'd spent the night. A shield maiden in the making, young and beautiful. Her golden blonde hair waved across the bed sheets and her cheeks were rosy in the chill. She slept still, and smiled as she dreamed of womanly things. She made his cock hard, once again. He'd had her once, and that was quite enough, and so he wasn't eager to go back into bed with her. No, there was another he'd been watching. A servant in his very own hall. Still, he laid beside the sleeping shield maiden to be, woke her, and fucked her. Twice.

Feeling vigorous and refreshed after a good night's sleep and two morning fucks, he gave the young woman a smile and sent her on her way, back to training. He told her sternly that Týr, the god of war, wished her to train well and become a grand shield maiden, so she could push back the Christian god to Jerusalem from whence he came - he spat on the ground upon mentioning this false deity. She gave her king a solemn promise to do all in her might to please both him and the gods.
"You've already pleased me, child, now only the gods remain." He smiled broadly as she left. He watched her feminine figure; her hips and her small shoulders, and her round, perfect ass. Now, for the dining hall and for breakfast.

After a hearty breakfast of an entire roasted chicken, a dozen eggs and a half pig's weight in bacon, the king conversed with his wife, the queen. With her he had sired three brave sons who were all warriors, and three beautiful daughters, as well as an ugly one. The queen was a boring woman, once young and pretty. Now her appearance was closer to that of the town seer; an old witch and crone who by now must be a thousand. That reminded him, he must go see her today and ask of the will of the gods. Where to plunder and pillage, loot and rape. Yes... he went immediately, leaving the queen locked in her room.

The seer lived outside the village, in a cabin in the forest. It was said she shared her forest with trolls, but none had been seen in hundred years. Goblins and gnomes, sure. Seldom seen, but they were there, everybody knew that. The king parked his horse outside the seers cottage. It was skittish, having been spooked by something which the king could not see. Indeed, the Troll Forest was a dark and haunting place. The crowns of the thick trees were so large that they overlapped and the sun bared not penetrate. Entering the seers home, she already knew he was coming.

"All alone, so I hear. By the pricking on my thumb, a king on my doorstep now comes." She spoke in an old, cackling voice, slightly mocking in her intonation. He couldn't see her. Most of the cottage was clouded in darkness, and she was somewhere in there.
"Greetings, seer -"
"Oh, greetings? So polite a man. There must be something important at hand. What wish you of little old me, hmm? A concubine of the king, shall I be, hmm?"
"I wish to read the runes and hear the will of the gods."
The seer came out of the dark and sat by a wooden table. With her blind eyes she watched the king for a moment or two.
"I see", she coughed, "other desires in you."
The king said nothing, but joined the crone by the table. The chair nearly broke under his weight.
"How old is she, king?" Said the crone.
He sighed. "Eighteen, come the Winter Blot." The crone shook her head at that.
"You have daughters older than her."
"Yes. Belong to my hersirs."
"Not before you enjoyed them on their wedding nights, hmm?" She taunted him.
"Enough. I did not come to discuss these matters."
"Yes, you did. But true enough, the gods tell me of something which demands your attention."
"Speak."
"An army is coming. Here. To the north."
"Good. Live targets will be good, and slaves are always in demand."
"It is not so light a threat", she said. She was offended.
"Ha! I destroyed the Wendol! I fear no army."
"Laugh while you can. Even the Wendol would fear this one."
The smirk disappeared from the king's face."Truly? What could scare the eaters of the dead?"
"The might", she said, almost in a whisper, "of Jerusalem..."
"What?" The king was shocked.
"It is the Christian god which is coming."
"He... he is coming, himself? Leading an entire army?"
"Tee hee, hee. No, silly king. Their god is dead. It is his knights who are marching to northlands."
"They come at night?"
"Ugh, you are a daft one."
"What?"
"Know this, king. The army stops for nothing. It is unlike anything you've seen. You must prepare and you must drive them back. Or the north will fall and fimbulwinter will come."
"When do they come?"
"With first snow."
"So soon?"
The crone nodded. "It is so. And you must prepare. All the kings and jarls must prepare. But... for now, we must please the gods."
"Again? Is now last time enough?"
"Hee, hee. Silly king. Shall I make myself pretty, just for you?"
"Please. Though I suspect it is not the gods I please, but you, witch."

The crone rose and vanished into the shadows. When she approached out into the light again, she was all different. She had transformed into Idunn, the goddess of youth and beauty. Her long, golden hair ended in small locks and her face which was so beautiful, with the little nose and the mouth that could always give one more smile. And the light blue eyes, which kept the birds alive and kept the waves raging in the seas and kept every rose growing.

Idunn was terribly beautiful. So beautiful that it hurt. And she wore nothing but her skin and a warm smile for the one eyed king. Her luscious breasts made him instantly horny, and his cock began to grow.

"Now", she said, "you shall truly please a goddess. Fuck me, king." She giggled. The king got up and walked over to her. Grabbing her hair, he forced her to her knees, where she swiftly undid his pants and let his proud manhood out. She gasped girlishly at the sight of it, and then grabbed it to jerk it lightly with her gentle fingers.
"Oh my", she said and licked the tip. But she teased him only briefly, for indeed, she was so hungry for cock. The king held her golden hair tightly in a fist whilst she began sucking his cock, slurping loudly. The cock grew even harder in her mouth and soon became fully erect. A huge cock, which the goddess sucked deeper into her throat by the second. At last, she had it all down her throat. She gagged a bit, but loved every millimeter. She gasped for air and giggled when she let the cock out of her throat and mouth. Then she did it all again, sucking it fondly and deepthroating it with ease. The intense sucking made the king mad! And he just had to fuck her moist pussy before he came. He grunted upon hearing her lustful moans and with his hand drew her clearly away from his manhood. It was swollen and wet, from precum and saliva, and it pointed straight at her young face. Putting it closer to her mouth, he saw how she started suckling the tip. Truly a goddess of sucking cock.

She looked at him with her ice blue eyes and he helped her to her feet. He then lifted her and put her firmly on the wooden table so that her precious butt stuck out over the edge. She laid down and spread her legs. The horny chieftain spat in his hand used the spit to rub her little asshole, fingering it gently. Idunn breathed heavily and started caressing her pussy and clitoris. Soon though, the king out his cock closer and she gave room. Moments later, he was slowly starting to fuck the horny goddess' wet sex. With one hand she held her in place and with the other he began rubbing her clitoris whilst still fucking her at an increasing speed.

Needless to say, both king and goddess panted and moaned as the rhythmic love making ensued, harder and faster. Idunn - the crone in the body of a young beautiful goddess - was breathing heavily and pinching her nipples as she lay, eyes closed. Pearls of sweat appeared on the king's face as he fucked her even harder. Idunn arched her back, then laid down flat at the table again, then arched it, back and forth for a few moments as her orgasm drew closer. Then, as the king hilted his cock deep inside her and speedily caressed her clitoris, the goddess erupted in a god damn volcano of an orgasm. She screamed it out as she came, and the fluids gushed from her pussy as she squirted over the king's cock. The king never stopped fucking her, but instead, feeling her pussy cramp around his cock even harder, felt his own orgasm creep up.

As Idunn laid down again, panting heavily, he let his cock out of her moist and willing pussy. She whimpered, wanting more, and the king delivered, lifting her with his strong arms and turning her over. She took the hint and bent over the table, spreading her legs and spreading her ass cheeks with her hands.
"What a pretty little ass you have, goddess", the king said, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on her asshole.
"It lusts for your proud cock, dear king", giggled the goddess in reply. The one eyed king held his cock, and pointed it at her hole. Then he hilted his cock into her tight butt. She gasped for air as he began fucking her, ever so slowly, getting used to how tight it was.

Soon, all of his pride was deep within Idunn and he began making hard, thrusting motions. She moaned loudly at the fucking, and soon the sounds were accompanied by the slapping of the king's balls against her wet pussy. He fucked her hard and deep by now, her tight ass hugging his large cock warmly and embracing it tightly, making him reach closer to climax with every thrust. The goddess, she was already there. Again. Cramping hard around his cock and screaming in pleasure, she had her second orgasm. This in turn, the intense feeling of being in her ass as she came, made the king cum. He hilted his big cock balls deep into her ass, and with a deep groan shot ropes of gooey cum into her. Their orgasms burned like fire and for a few moments they were one.

Soon though, the king drew his cock out of her asshole. It was followed by some runaway cum which trickled out and ran down along Idunn's leg. The king inhaled deeply.
"Truly the best ass I've fucked today", he said, smirking, as the goddess stood up. She walked over to the shadows, and the king continued: "are the gods as pleased as I am?"
"They sure are", said Idunn, in her sweet, innocent voice. Then she said: "but come back tomorrow", in the crone's voice. The king hurried away from Troll Forest. He had to summon his hersirs and go over the plans for this army that was coming with first snow. Judging by the cold winds blowing in from the north, that would be soon.

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A small council was held, with the finest of his hersirs. Arngrim the Anvil was there, who had wed the king's eldest daughter. Kjetil Bearstomper was there as well, who married the king's second daughter, and Floki Yardcutter, who had been given the king's third daughter's hand. And lastly Härjulf Dwarftosser, who had married the king's ugly daughter. But he had to keep the meeting short. There was dinner to be had and women to be fucked.
"Who are the bastards and how many heads to be smashed?" Asked Arngrim the Anvil, who was reputed to have slain ten men who looked at him wrong, and who was the biggest man in the north - all muscle and brute strength.
"Knights from Jerusalem", answered the king.
"They come at night?" Kjetil Bearstomper was confounded. He was a simple minded man with a great, big, bushy beard, and who stomped bears for fun.
"No... listen. You are my hersirs. My finest warriors! With first snow comes an army the likes we've never seen! We must stop them when they reach our shores, or Ragnarök will happen upon all the world."
"Troublesome. I shall begin conscription and find all men who can carry an axe", said Floki Yardcutter, a warrior to the bone. He'd fought on every continent; explored and unexplored, existent and nonexistent. The only time he'd sustained an injury was in an argument with his first wife - she'd kicked him in the nuts. And he was also a great tactician, which was why the king kept him close.
"Good", said the king, "I want you all to do the same. And recruit smiths. We can't have too many axes. Everyone will need one."
"You need only one! Mine!" They all silenced as Härjulf Dwarftosser spoke. He was widely feared and respected for his courage and bravery, for he had wed the king's ugly daughter. "But fine", he went on, "if you all piss your pants at the thought of a mere army, conscription shall begin first thing tomorrow and any man who does not meet my standards I shall personally behead. And that goes for all you cowardly cunts!"
They all nodded. Not even the king dared speak against the monster of the north; the beast of Svealand, who'd married the king's ugly daughter.
"Y'all heard Härjulf", said the king, "you know what to do. Time is short and the mission is clear. Stop the Christian bastards by any means necessary. Destroy them with extreme prejudice."
"Aye!" Echoed the hersirs and thus the meeting was concluded. The king went in search for something edible. Perhaps that half moose he'd been saving. As the king left, the servant girl arrived with five cups of mead and a bold attitude. The king swept his mead and told her to serve the others, who were waiting for her in the council chamber. He had half a mind to go back and join them, but he was still exhausted from meeting Idunn earlier.

Arngrim the Anvil downed his mead as quick as the king when given his cup, and only then looked at the serving girl. She was a thing of beauty, pale and cute. She had eyes of glacial winter and cheeks a bit rosy in contrast to the pale complexion. Her lips were full and awaiting a cock to embrace.
"You're a pretty one. What's your name, girl?"
"Skadi, Mr. Anvil."
"Ah! After the goddess? The huntress!" Said Kjetil Bearstomper, delighted.
"And how old are you, girl?" Asked Floki Yardcutter.
"Seventeen, Mr. Yardcutter."
"Enough of yer bitchin'!" Roared the fearsome Härjulf Dwarftosser, and got up from his seat, mead in his Viking beard. He grabbed the innocent serving girl and said: "do ye know what's expected of ye, lass?"
"Yes, Mr. Dwarftosser", Skadi nodded. Then she took off her wool shirt to reveal a sexy, youthful body beneath. Härjulf inhaled deeply. He could not see so pretty a body at home, as he had married the king's ugly daughter.
"I am yours to use as you will", said Skadi, innocence in her sweet voice. Her body, slender and fine, had the same pale complexion as her face, as if naturally at home in the snowy realm of the northlands. Her breasts were perfectly developed, full and beautiful. She was perfectly shaven, even the sexy little snatch. No small feat in a time where razors not yet existed. She had blonde hair, shimmering in frosty white and icy blue when glimmering in the light. With a slender and light hand, she reached out to touch Härjulf's growing bulge. Seeing this, the three others quickly finished their meads and got up. They undid their pants to reveal four big, hard cocks. And they were all for Skadi; this pale slut of the north.

She got down on her knees, and the four hard manhoods pointed straight at her face, throbbing and pulsing. She grabbed one, feeling the veins on it, and took it in her mouth. As she sucked, she grabbed two others which she jerked. The Viking she sucked, Floki, grabbed a hold of her hair and took command, giving her mouth a gentle fucking, testing her. Then they switched, and Kjetil got a blowjob. He did the same; fucked her willing mouth. A bit harder than his friend. Then it was Härjulf's turn. He wasn't as gentle, but gave her mouth a good fucking and almost made it into her throat. Last was Arngrim the Anvil, who had the biggest cock out of all four (and probably the entire north). He had been waiting, unjerked and unsucked. He began gently. But only for a few moments. Then he suddenly thrust his huge cock balls deep into Skadi's mouth and down her throat. She gagged, out of breath. Arngrim held her for a moment or two and then began to fuck her throat roughly.

So they went around for a while, each of the horny Vikings getting their turn in fucking the seventeen year old slut's throat. While they did so, another servant refilled their cups of mead - and gasped and almost fainted upon seeing the brutalization of the poor, but willing, girl. Skadi's throat became used to the rough pounding and she gagged less. She still became dizzy though, and by the time they were finished with her mouth and throat, she nearly fainted. The Vikings drank their mead and let the girl regain her breath. But with their Viking stamina, they weren't nearly done with her. SHe sat down on the floor as they drank, inhaling deeply. Soon her breathing was back to normal, and she reached for the nearest of the cocks, wanting more. But the Viking's withdrew.

Skadi pouted, but Härjulf, hornier than ever, lifted her with his strong arms, and held her in his lap. Setting his cock right, he made sure it was aimed straight for her pussy, which was dripping wet. He then hilted it into her - she gasped, taking his length - and Kjetil went up behind her. He spread her ass cheeks and spat on his cock. After rubbing the spit in, he put the cockhead to her tiny rear hole. She grimaced as he pushed it in. In a few moments, both Härjulf and Kjetil fucked her at a hasty pace. Floki and Arngrim, standing besides, jerked their hard cocks as they watched the scene. Skadi cried in pleasure and begged for more as both her pussy and tight asshole were used the way a slut's pussy and ass is supposed to. Soon, the Vikings switched place, giving everyone a turn in each hole. They'd done this before, and the young whore was in for a good while of fucking.

Laying down on his back, Arngrim had the gangbanged girl over him. He felt her luscious tits squeeze against him as she rode his cock. Floki stood over her and fucked her perfect ass, smacking it pink as he did so. Kjetil and Härjulf stood in front of her and they took turns in deepthroating her. In short, they gave the young woman all she could handle, and then some. The gangbanged slut was all exhausted and sweaty, but the Vikings merely kept switching holes to shove their cocks in, and so she kept taking them, making no secret of loving it. She moaned in pleasure around the cock in her mouth, close to cumming herself, from the intense fucking. Indeed, her face was blushed and her pussy swollen and wet as Arngrim's cock rammed her harder and harder And Skadi's icy hair was wet with sweat. As were the men's. They, too, were nearing climax, after having gangbanged today's slut for so long.

But she was the first to cum. She moaned and groaned around the cock in her mouth, and her pussy and ass cramped snugly around their cocks respectively.
"Ha!" Shouted Floki, who never stopped roughly fucking her ass the whole time she came, "the bitch likes it! Good girl!"
Grunting loudly, they switched places - Floki shoved his thick cock directly from her ass into her mouth for her to clean - and gave her another soul chilling orgasm. Then it was their turn. They placed her on the floor, like she started, and stood around her, taking turns in getting sloppy blowjobs to clean their cocks. The exhausted slut did god, keeping on sucking them yet again.

Floki Yardcutter was the first to cum, doing so all over Skadi's pretty face. Thick ropes of cum covered her face as she smiled and tried to catch as much as she could on her tongue. Kjetil Bearstomper gave her what she wanted; he grabbed her chin and pointed his cock straight into her mouth. She was granted his big load and gladly swallowed it all, like a good whore. Härjulf Dwarftosser jerked off and grunting loudly, shot a big, creamy load of cum onto her beautiful young face, covering it further with his big load. And last was Arngrim the Anvil. She sucked his huge cock for a few moments before he came. He did so, like Floki and Härjulf, on her face. He had the biggest load, shooting it over her mouth and cheeks and even her hair. Cum ran down from her pretty face down onto her tits and into her cleavage. The Vikings went in search of more mead, leaving Skadi there, three cumloads on her face and one in her stomach. She was exhausted. She was gangbanged. And the slut was happy, all covered in Viking cum.

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A week after having been told of the Christian coming, the king woke to the patter of rain. That was good. The air was not yet cold enough for snow. And he had prayed to Thor, the god of rain. That surely helped. They needed all the time they could have. He'd made sure every man and woman, boy and girl, of age picked up shield and axe. Even the slutty servant girl had picked up weapon. The daughter of a hunter, she should be proficient in using some kind of weapon. And the one eyed king, too, took his axe and joined the militia. Come the war though, he would use his greatsword, Buliwyf. It was a king's sword. He trained with the militia every afternoon. The morning and forenoon was, as usual, spent eating and fucking. As is the right of a king.

Having breakfast that morning he was served by the girl that as of late he desired more and more. The one he'd told the crone about. She'd be eighteen soon. Her name was Sigrun, meaning Rune of Victory. She had wavy light brown hair and a sweet, feminine face. Her eyes still held innocence, though they glistened with the desires of a young woman exploring the world, universe, gods and herself. Her body, though he'd never seen in unclothed, seemed well proportionate and worthy of sexual worship. She had, since she started growing up, become a beautiful and very sexy young woman. And she knew how the king looked at her.
"Your eighth plate of bacon, m'lord", she said, placing the plate of perfectly cooked pig's ass before him. "And your mead."
"Thank you, Sigrun. That will be all. Now fuck off and help my wife with the dishes."
Sigrun nodded and left, disappointed that the king chose not to throw her over the breakfast table and ravage her. The king dug into his bacon, only to have Sigrun return a few moments later.
"What is it?" He said, impatiently.
"M'lord. Your daughter is here to meet with you."
"She is? Which one?"
"Brynhild, I think. Not the ugly one, m'lord."
"Thank Christ. Well don't just stand there, woman. Send her in. Then get your ass to the dishes."
"Yes, m'lord."

A few moments later, the king's second daughter walked into the breakfast hall. He didn't notice her at first, since she walked so quietly.
"Father", she said, and he looked up.
"Oh, Brynhild, my dear", he said as he ate his last strip of bacon. His daughter was named after the valkyrie. She was of course married to Kjetil Bearstomper. "What can I do for you?" He got up to greet his daughter with a hug.
"It is nothing, really. I'm worried, is all."
"About what?"
"War. They say we face ten thousand strong. And we have only peasants."
"Bah! We don't know how many they are. And even if they were ten thousand, or even hundred thousand, they have yet to taste the steel of a berserk!" Brynhild took a deep breath, wanting to believe his words. She was always the nervous one. "Come, sit with me. Have breakfast. There's still some, ugh, porridge left."
"No, thanks. I've eaten already."
"Wise choice", the king nodded. Brynhild went up to him.
"Can we really win?"
"We can. And we will. Now, if there's nothing more important on your mind, I have things to do."
"Yes, father. I'll leave. Kjetil is down in the village, instructing the militia. I will be there too. And I'll swing an axe with you when they come." She put on a steel veneer and smiled. Then she turned around to leave, only to hear the king clear his throat. "Yes, father?"
"I believe all of my daughters are required to give me a sign of their affection before they leave. Except for, you know..."
Brynhild sighed, and then turned around. There was no way around it. But, she did like it, even. Because in a way, it was the only way the king could love her.
"Very well, father", she said and walked over to him. She retained her steel veneer and with a smirk pushed her father, the king, back into his seat. "I'll show you my affection."
He said nothing, but only lifted his butt a bit when she undid his pants and took them off him. He was growing hard already. Brynhild was always his favorite. The way she sucked a dick reminded him of how a goddess must do it. She grabbed his almost fully erect dick and jerked it to full hardness before tasting it with her tongue, teasing him by licking the cock only with the tip of her tongue. She licked the entire length, from the balls to the tip, taking great care to just nudge the sensitive little part of the cock head. 

"That's daddy's girl", said the king. He held her head and ran his hands through her hair as she sucked him faster. It didn't take long before his cock was throbbing hard and Brynhild was taking as much of it in her mouth as she could. She gagged when she tried for the throat, but she could never make it. She was a petite woman. But she did her best, and the king was satisfied. Indeed, she sucked cock better than any slut he'd fucked, now or in his youth.
"You really like it daddy?" She asked, looking up at him and jerking his cock, wet with saliva, and with a glistening in her eyes.
"Yeah honey", he panted. She smiled and put the cock between her soft pink lips yet again to keep sucking him. "Daddy really likes it. Daddy loves how his precious little girl sucks his cock."

She didn't answer, but instead tried again to take the hard cock down her throat. It reached the back of her mouth, and she gagged. The king smiled and made small, thrusting motions with his hips, to help shove the cock a bit deeper. Brynhild gladly sucked him, and even grew a bit horny herself. She'd have to find a few militia men outside and "motivate" them. And the king, too, loved it. He panted heavily as he came closer to orgasm.

It didn't take long before he was almost fucking her pretty fucking face, and she was gagging and spitting and sucking the cock deep and well. She jerked his shaft with her warm fingers and her sloppy mouth sucked the king's dick the way a daughter should serve her loving daddy. It soon became too much for the king. He grabbed a hold of Brynhild's hair and held her in place. When he heard her slight panic and how she gagged at his cock, he came, squirting what felt like gallons of cum into her mouth. She was a good daughter, and tried to swallow all she could. Some ran down and out along his cock, but she was eager to clean it for him.

When he'd come he was still hard, but Brynhild would have things to do. So did he. It was annoying that he didn't have time to fuck her right now. Hers was a pussy to love. He loved to cum in her, to whisper in her ear that "daddy was going to make her pregnant." He never did though. And right now, she left to partake in the training, and he was left with his breakfast.

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In the village people were building stockades and moats and fortifying the longhouses. It was for protection, for those unable to fight, or if they were taken by surprise. Floki Yardcutter had recommended that they gather in their masses to meet the enemy head on, on Vangrid's field, which separated the village from the shores. The surrounding villages and farm holds were being evacuated, every man and woman given an axe or sword or bow, and a shield, and told to fight and die for the glory of Valhalla. Those with warrior training or experience, instructed the militia - all the villagers. The northmen would be formidable opponents to the god on the cross.

Among the villagers was the shield maiden Reginleif, her name meaning heritage of the gods, and the hunter's daughter Skadi, whom Reginleif was instructing. She was having a hard time because Skadi, only seventeen, had never even held an axe. And the rain made everything even more miserable and the ground muddy.
"No! Hold the axe this way!"
Skadi held it wrong again, but struck the hay dummy anyway. She slipped in the mud and fell. In doing so, she let go of the axe. The weapon wooshed through the air, and were it not for Reginleif's quick reflexes, Skadi's pretty face would have been cleft in two. But Reginleif did catch the axe, and with a sigh of resignation helped Skadi up.
"You're all muddy and wet", she said. "No condition for a shield maiden to train in. Let's get you warm and then we will try again."
"I will never make it", Skadi said, desperately.
"Then we will try again. And again. But first, you must get warm and dry and get clean clothes."

Reginleif led the pretty young servant girl out of the rain and to the stables, which at the moment was used as lodging for the militia. It was empty now, except for a man and a woman in a far corner, who was probably there for the same reason as Reginleif and Skadi. It sounded like muffled groans from there, but if someone was hurt, Reginleif didn't care. War demands casualties. She led Skadi to an empty booth. It was clean and dry, and the fresh hay smelled nice.
"Here. Remove your wet clothes and dry yourself on the cloth, especially your feet. I will fetch you new clothes. Clothes befitting a young shield maiden such as you", Reginleif said. She winked and turned to give Skadi some privacy. Little did she know Skadi would have liked for her to see. Skadi was, as we've already established, quite the slut of magnificent proportions. But she did remove her clothes and dried herself with the cloth.
"Do not forget the feet. They are never to be wet." It was Reginleif, of course. She pretended to look away, but spied on Skadi, trying to get a good look at her young body. "Or do I have to teach you to clean yourself before I teach you to fight?" There was a smirk on Reginleif's face.

She was a young woman, impossible older than twenty-three or twenty-four. She had hair of pitch black, like a raven's feathers. And she had a beautiful face like the northern lights or the fairest valkyrie. The shield maiden was not a large woman, but of short stature, in comparison to the size of her comrades in arms. Her body well proportionate. Perhaps the breasts were a bit large, but not so that they were unpleasant. On the contrary; both men and women alike enjoyed Reginleif's big tits. But they were of course covered now, by mail and plate.

Skadi blushed when she felt Reginleif's eyes upon her. She liked it.
"Oh, I'm all wet, too", said Reginleif, grabbing the drying cloth from Skadi. With it, she attempted to dry her long black hair, wet with rain. The Reginleif noticed Skadi's red cheeks. "Oh, you're blushing. Aren't you cute?" She smiled. And threw the drying cloth aside. "I, too, should change out of thse wet rags." Reginleif took of her breastplate and then the clothes underneath, revealing her beautiful, feminine body to Skadi. Tossing all other worldly cares aside, the two naked young women met in a sloppy kiss, their breasts squeezing against each other. Nipples getting hard and pussies wet. And not from the rain.

Breaking the kiss, Skadi laid down on the soft, cozy pile of hay. Reginleif followed, laying on top of the pale girl, and they resumed kissing. The shield maiden's hair was wet and got stuck on their bodies as they went on. Soon, Reginleif stood up again, and seeing only what her horny pussy dictated her to see, she undid her pants, becoming completely naked. They both breathed heavily in excitement as Reginleif once again went down. This time though, on all four, face between Skadi's youthful legs. Reginleif kissed and licked Skadi's thighs, working her way to her pink, teenage pussy, which was dripping wet.

Skadi gasped as Reginleif placed her lips on the swollen pussy and gently licked with the tip of her tongue. Reginleif was indeed gentle. How could she know what a slut Skadi was. But as she began licking the wet cunt Skadi but her hands in Reginleif's hair and, moaning loudly, made circular motions with her body. This in turn made Reginleif incredibly horny as well, and she began moaning whilst licking Skadi's pussy. If anyone who came in - and probably someone would - they were in for a show befitting the gods in Valhalla; a beautiful shield maiden licking the pussy of a hot, young teen, both moaning loudly in pleasure. Before long, Reginleif's divine tongue took Skadi to climax. Her pussy cramped and she arched her body. Skadi pinched her own nipples as she screamed her orgasm out. Reginleif willingly licked in all of the teenage slut's pussy juices, moaning herself as she did so.

Having licked Skadi to cum, Reginleif sat up on her knees. Her lips glistened with Skadi's pussy juices, and her own pussy ached; she was so horny. Skadi smiled as she regained her breath. The shield maiden couldn't help but rub her own pussy, but she controlled herself and instead laid down again to kiss Skadi. Tasting her own pussy juices, Skadi couldn't help but think she tasted damn good. Then again, so did both her brother and older sister, so she was probably genetically inclined to taste really good. They shared a long kiss, and whilst doing so Reginleif began to rub her wet pussy against Skadi. First just against her leg, but the more she did it, the more it was both their pussies rubbing together, lubricated by how horny and wet they both were.

Shortly, they were scissoring each other at a hasty pace, whilst moaning loudly. Reginleif, being on top, and being the slightly more dominant of the two sluts, got into an almost sitting position. She made thrusting motions against Skadi's pussy, almost as if fucking her. But it was only their sloppy, wet pussies which rubbed together, caressing each other closer to climax. They came simultaneously, reaching the high point together. Their pussies craved it. As they came, they moaned in pleasure and kept rubbing their pussies together. They intermixed and their pussies vibrated with pleasure; jolts of electricity shot through them as they became one orgasmic whole.

Afterwards, Reginleif laid down atop Skadi, making their luscious breasts press against each other snugly. The shield maiden smiled and kissed Skadi's gentle lips. Then she ran her hand through her icy hair and said:
"Now let's go back out there and you'll show me dat axe. And if you do well, I will reward you by tapping dat ass."
Well. At least Skadi had ample motivation. She nodded, and they got up, dressed, and went back out in the rain.

---

That same night as the king lay down to sleep, his girl for the evening - a red headed girl taken from Gallia on a raid, to serve as a slave - got up for a drink of water. A few moments later she came back to bed, as the king would no doubt need her again in the morning. She chattered her teeth and said:
"It's cold out. Looks like snow."
"Mm", muttered the king, "now shut your pie hole, I'm tryin' to sleep." The girl laid down, and just then the king realized what she'd said.
"Snow?" He yelled as he sat up.
"Yes, my king."
"By Odin's fuzzy ass beard!" Just then the sound of a horn was heard in the distance. A moment later, Arngrim the Anvil burst into the room. The girl shrieked and covered her ample bosom.
"My king", panted Arngrim, "snow!"
"Summon the militia and my army! Has the enemy been sighted?"
"No army, king, but strange ships have appeared by the shore. Huge! And the sails are adorned by red crosses!"
"Horrors!"

Minutes later, the king found himself putting n his finest mail and breathing heavily as he prepared for the battle. Carrying his greatsword, Buliwyf, he went out onto the great field just outside the village. Many were already gathered; villagers and militia united under his - and under Odin's! - banner. They were not ready for this onslaught. His own personal huskarls were there, angry and determined expressions in their faces. And his hersirs were there, with their armies and militias. They were ready. They were armed as best they could; war hammers, bows, axes and swords. And they wore mostly thick leather mail. On their heads, the warriors and hersirs wore horned helmets - contrary to popular belief the vikings actually wore horned helmets in battle. This made them incredibly fearsome to any army standing in their way. And the king saw the shield maiden, Reginleif, standing tall in mail and carrying a spear. By her side stood the hunter's daughter, Skadi, pale and nervous. The two held hands but the king thought nothing of it.

What the king saw was snow. It was snowing! Thick snowflakes fell to the ground and coated it white. Smoke came from all the mouths, breathing heavily. In the distance they could see small fires forming. An army of torches lighting an army of crusader knights. The old crone came, from Troll Forest, to speak to the king's army the will of the Aesir. With her came two big, ugly brutes. They were foul and dimwitted. And the stench! They were trolls. They grunted and groaned; hair growing in patches all over their lumpy bodies. One wielded a great club, and the other carried with it some rocks, big as a man's head. The king watched the torches as the crone spoke. They didn't move, but waited just as the king and his army did. Then the snowing stopped and the sky cleared. All the field was lit up, sparkling snow in the starlight. And in the sky the valkyries rode, awaiting battle. They were the northern lights, dancing across the stars, in hues of purple and blue and green. And the king knew that the gods truly watched them and that his last battle was at hand, one way or another.

Come death, come glory.

The ride of the valkyries put cheer into the hearts of the army. They chanted and sung Odin praise. As they did, a thick fog lifted across the great field, veiling all men and women in mist. Then, far in the distance, the army of torches grew larger. They were coming. The king stood before his army and raising his enormous greatsword, cried out:
"Odiiin!"
He was joined, first by Arngrim the Anvil, then the rest of his hersirs, and then the entire army. Their war cry shattered the earth and sky, and they rushed for battle. An army of peasants, an army of wykings. An army of northmen.

The forces clashed and chaos ensued. The king parted a knight's head from the body and was filled with northern bloodlust. Soon, both armies were engaged in full combat. Several hundred of Jerusalem's finest warriors, against one thousand villagers and one hundred trained soldiers. The Christian bastards wore steel mail and heavy helmets that covered their entire faces, save for a narrow spring across the eyes. On their chest and upon their shields were the same red cross against a white background that adorned the sails of their ships. Their swords were of finest steel and could cleave a man's limbs from his body in no time.

Floki Yardcutter tasted the steel; his face was split open by a crusader's sword. The Christians took advantage of the militia's lack of training, and villagers fell left and right. But a huskarl is strong in combat and more than a few knights fell by their swift swords, which were lighter than those the crusaders wielded. A troll hurled a huge rock across the field, crushing several Christians. But as it went for another boulder it was swarmed and killed by ten knights.

Reginleif and Skadi fought side by side, the shield maiden guarding her young mistress. Reginleif took an arrow in the soulder and went down. She bled, but would live. Skadi dragged her away and even took down a crusader with her axe, and then the two hurried out of sight and back to the village where Reginleif could be treated and then build up for another defense, should the Christian hounds win the battle.

Härjulf Dwarftosser sword was drenched in Christian blood and he was filled with the berserker rage that made him so fearsome. He fought a crusader, parrying his blows easily. After taking his head clean off, he moved on to the next. Screams of pain and agony filled the air, and the foul smell of blood and steel was carried in the mist. Kjetil Bearstomper fought valiantly alongside Härjulf, sending many knights to meet their god. But he could take only so many. A hail of arrows made a needle cushion of him.

Watching the destruction, the king laughed as one by one, Christian knights died by his greatsword. But he was getting tired, and Buliwyf was heavy. Panting heavily, the king met his death by a crusader blade; steel piercing his burning heart. But the king didn't know it. He felt only a small sting, and was overcome by peace as his dirty cheeks hit the cold snow. All around was silence. The chaos was gone. Only a horse he saw. It stopped right before him, neighing, and someone got off. He saw two feet in the blood red snow, and he was helped onto his feet. Before him stood the fairest maiden he had ever seen. Bright golden blonde hair and blue eyes sparkling in the night. She smiled at him and stretched out her hand. The one eyed king took it, and the valkyrie took him through the northern lights, across the rainbow bridge, and to Valhalla.

---

In the morning, hundreds and hundreds of bodies littered the field. The snowing had resumed and now began to cover the bodies and the battlefield anew. After hours of fighting, the Christians were beaten, and the few still standing ran . The few remaining huskarls, led by Härjulf Dwarftosser, took chase. They bashed all their heads in, except two, who were to return to Jerusalem. They would tell the tale of Härjulf Dwarftosser, a man so fearsome and brave, that he had married the king's ugly daughter. Snow and frost on his beard, Härjulf grinned. Norsemen did not grieve the fallen, but rejoiced that they were now in Valhalla with the immortal einherjar. But they had lost their king. His funeral was being prepared already. Härjulf walked carefully among the dead, and knelt by the king's corpse. There was a pleased look on its frozen face. With his great strength, Härjulf carried the king to the cart which then took him to the village.

In the village the king's body was given a sword and a shield, and around him stood his servants and his four daughters. And the crone was there, now called the angel of death. She spoke to the servants:
"Which one of you will go with your master? Which one of you will serve him in Valhalla?" There was silence. And then Sigrun slowly raised her hand. She was the servant whom the king had desired so much, but never had the joy of taking.
"I will go", she said, voice trembling. The angel of death nodded and brought Sigrun with her.

Sigrun was given a small feast of kingly bacon and bread and finest meat. She was also given a drink of mead and told to drink quickly. When she did, she was given another. Quite soon, the young woman was drunk, her head spinning and she laughed at everything. Sigrun wasn't exactly sure why, but she was led into a small chamber inside one of the longhouses, where a bunk was prepared with soft sheets. There, she was left alone. She was still intoxicated when Thorulf Trollsquisher and Magnus Stonelicker, two huskarls in the king's service, joined her. They gave her another drink of mead and as she sat down on the sheets and drank, they began to undress, revealing their raging erections. Sigrun giggled when she saw.

Magnus took the cup from the girl and said:
"Open up." The girl never knew this would be part of it. "Open up", he repeated. She obeyed, opening her mouth.
"Good girl", Thorulf said. They both stepped close, putting their big dicks inches from her face for her to worship. Magnus grabbed her hair and put his hard cock in her mouth. She gargled some mead and spit, but immediately began to suck, as if being a total fucking slut was second nature to her. Magnus put both his hands on her head and gave her mouth a gentle fucking, thrusting his cock in and out. Sigrun gargled around the fat cock, enjoying every inch. Never done it before. After only a few moments, Magnus let her instead suck Throulf's cock, and he gave her the same treatment his friend did. They took turns fucking her mouth and laughing at how good and willing a slut she was.

Before long, their cocks were wet with precum and saliva, and they needed Sigrun's pussy. Breathing heavily, Magnus began to tear her clothes off, and soon she was all naked. She blushed under their gazes, but they were far too excited to even appreciate her youthful beauty. They just wanted to use her. Laying down, she spread her legs for Magnus, and without further ado, he simply got on top her and shoved his malehood into her eager pussy. Thorulf got on his knees by her head and put his cock into her mouth so that she'd serve as a good slut does. Grunting, Magnus hilted his cock deep inside her. Sigrund felt his weight and she felt his cock. She moaned around Thorulf's cock as she had both her face and her pussy fucked. She was nothing to them but a fuck toy, and they used her. Fucking her hard and fast, Magnus was already nearing his climax. As he fucked her harder, her sucking of Thorulf's cock intensified. Damn, the girl was tight. Probably unused. The thought made Magnus even hornier. Soon, he was there. Thinking he'd use her to her full potential, he got on his knees and put his cock just by her face. Before he could even touch himself, he came. Cum gushed from his swollen cockhead and onto Sigrun's pretty face. Seeing it made Thorulf come as well, and he too jerked a big load onto her face. Panting with exhaustion, Magnus Stonelicked smiled and got up. Thorulf kept jerking off a bit, but he too left her soon.

Was this all? Sigrun thought. They were done so quickly, she didn't even have time to suck the cum out of them.
"Now just stay there", Thorulf said as he left, "someone will be right in." She did as he told her, and waited, cum on her face. It seemed an eternity, but then Härjulf Dwarftosser came in through the door. He was already naked from the waist up, but when the door was shut he removed his pants. He, too, had a raging hard on.
"Give it to me", pleaded Sigrun. Härjulf chuckled.
"You will have to beg better than that", he said. She got out of bed and quickly knelt before him. He grinned as she put her full lips around his cockhead and suckled it.
"Please", she said, "won't you fuck my pretty face with your big, hard cock, Mr. Dwarftosser?"

He nodded, just slightly, and then grabbed her hair, hard and forceful. Without warning he thrust his cock into her mouth and throated her. She gagged, but he cared little for it. He simply began to fuck her teenage throat. Soon, she started running short of air and tried to pull away. Härjulf just shoved his cock into her mouth and throat and held it in place. She began beating on his legs, getting really short on air. Not until he saw her eyes becoming unfocused and she was near fainting did Härjulf let her breathe. She gasped for air a good while, strings of saliva hanging between her mouth and his cock. But she also held his cock firmly in her hand.

"Please", she begged, having regained her breath, "pleas fuck my throat again, Mr. Dwarftosser I want your cock, and I want your cum!"
"Good girl", Härjulf said. Then he shoved his cock into her mouth again, letting her suck it. And she did eagerly, wrapping her lips tightly around it and licking the sensitive tip with her soft tongue. She sucked his entire length, willingly taking it into her throat. She was a good cock sucking slut. A fucking cum guzzling whore. Härjulf was grunting loudly by her divine treatment, but decided to show her again that right now, she belonged to him. And so he put both his hands on the back of her head, and again shoved his fat cock deep down her throat. She was taken by surprise and gagged. But he owned her, and so began fucking her throat roughly.

Growling and grunting, Härjulf fucked the slut's throat all the while growing dangerously close to cumming. She got somewhat used to the harsh treatment, but kept gagging as he mouth fucked her. Soon he pulled out, and she was quick to start jerking his wet and throbbing cock. It wasn't long before he moaned in pleasure and started shooting his gooey seed all over her already cum covered, slutty face. The third load made her face all gooey, and she only wanted more! She was gasping for air, and by then her pussy was dripping wet. She sat kneeling on the floor as Härjulf left, hoping there would be another. Her face was all sticky with cum, but she didn't wipe it off. Not even to taste it. But the cum that went in her mouth, she gladly slurped down.

Much to Sigrun's joy, the door soon opened again. In came the bulky form of Arngrim the Anvil, sporting the biggest erection in all the north. He said nothing, but walked up to her, putting his cock in her already open mouth. She grabbed hold of the shaft and suckled the tip, making circles with her tongue. As she sucked, she put her hand on her pussy to rub it; she'd grown incredibly horny during Härjulf's throat fucking. Some cum went on Arngrim's dick, but Sigrun thoroughly cleaned it.

When he was satisfied, Arngrim picked the girl up and put her on the bedding. She was quick to spread her legs. But Arngrim didn't hurry to fuck her, but instead laid down between her legs to kiss her moist pussy. She gasped, unprepared, but he took no notice. Instead, he began licking her, putting his tongue against her clitoris and just nudging it teasingly. Then he put a finger to her pussy and pushed it in, gently. It became all wet from the juices and he used to fingers to warm her up. Though it seemed she didn't need it. He licked her pussy, tasting her and making her moan, all the while finger fucking her harder by the minute. It didn't take long before he felt her pussy cramp and her thighs lock around him. Sigrun came, for the first time in her life. She moaned loudly in pleasure as the drunkenness in her head spun. Juices gushed from her pussy and Arngrim willingly kept licking her through the intense orgasm.

When it was through, she lay there panting and smiling, happy about her fate. But Arngrim didn't let her rest. He jerked her onto her knees and placed himself behind her. She knew she'd be getting his cock, but was surprised to feel the viking rubbing spit into her tiny virgin asshole. Her heart began to beat harder and she became anxious. Could she really take his cock? It was so big. Soon Arngrim put his cockhead to her little hole and pushed. Sigrun grimaced, but handled it. When it was in, Arngrim began to fuck her, slowly. He put his hand on her back and whilst grunting with pleasure pushed her downward so that his big figure loomed over her petite body. He held her waist and fucked her harder, ignoring her whimpering. But she, too, was panting, enjoying the intense feeling even though it hurt. Sigrun was a good anal whore.

Before long, Arngrim had his entire cock in her tight, teenage ass, and he still kept fucking her harder. He put one hand on her pussy to give her more pleasure. Within moments, the two were intermixed in intense, hard ass fucking and both getting closer to orgasm. The teenage slut's ass cramping tightly around his throbbing cock drew him closer by the second. They were both enjoying it, loudly, and became sweaty as he went on fucking her.

Sigrun reached orgasm first, again squirting pussy juices all over Arngrim's hand while her ass cramped tightly around his pulsing cock. She nearly screamed as she came, and in turn, Arngrim was pushed to the edge as well. He pulled out and pushed her over onto her back. Growling all viking like, he jerked his cock over her cum covered face, and soon came. Several thick ropes of gooey cum splattered onto her face. All the while, Sigrun moaned and had her mouth open wide to get all the cum she could. But after a while, he was all out. She smiled gleefully as he left her, and made sure to get all the cum from her face into her mouth, and she swallowed it all. Sigrun truly was a cum slut of magnificent proportions, which is why the northmen cherish their women so much.

Sigrun knew what was requested of her. She knew the sacrifice. All full of cum, she dressed and was soon greeted by the old crone. The blind old with looked at Sigrun with all seeing eyes and said:
"Come with me."

---

It was dark out as the king's funeral began, at the harbor by the river. Most of the village was already there, and on the dock stood the angel of death, waiting. Beside her stood Sigrun. They all watched as the one eyed king was placed on a longboat, armed in death with sword and shield and finest mail and a ceremonial helmet. The sail was raised and filled with the northern wind. And Sigrun watched all this with a calm heart. Lastly, it was her turn, and all eyes were fixed on her. She spoke as she stepped on to the railing of the longboat:
"Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sister, and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning! Lo, they do call to me. They bid me to take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla where the brave may live forever!"

When she finished, the angel of death unsheathed her dagger and swiftly cut Sigrun's throat. The last thing that the young slut saw was the valkyries - the northern lights - dance across the starry night sky. The last thing she felt was the cold steel and a sting of fear, but she died with a smile. Arngrim the Anvil and Härjulf Dwarftosser placed her alongside the king and then set the boat aflame.

It was a king's burial. They all watched as the longboat drifted away, lighting up the night, burning bright in the cold air, until it sailed away and became nothing more than a speck of light in the distance. And then they all feasted and toasted the one eyed king of the northlands.