She was so far adrift in uncharted waters, she felt like she might drown. She was not even sure of the act. She know that somehow that wet slit between her legs should recieve the cock. She had seen one stand up and it seemed so large. How could it fit when barely a finger went in?
She thought about these things, and felt the heat within her grow.
She could not ask the god as it seemed to answer no question asked of it.
She could ask the men, but she was slightly afraid of the answer.
She lay in the snow. Should they lay on me like this? Is this how it was done? There was another slit at the back that had a clear purpose to her. The slaves would often be used in that way. Is that what should occur?
You must prepare the way, you must use your power to command the men, you must obtain their seed within you.
As if in answer the sound of the God came through. Prepare the way? What did he mean? Clear a path, prepare a bed?. She pondered the words for a short while. The answer came from within. The hot throbbing feeling within her was her answer.
She plunged her fingers in deep, and drew them out, over and over. Repeatedly rubbing to a visceral rythmn. Like never before pleasure, rippled through her body as she stroked her lower lips and rolled the little nub between her fingers. She look around at the male talent and commanded them to remove their armor.
She could feel herself begin to enjoy the view of their hard cocks, little drips of snow resting on the tips.
You must not leave till all of their seed has been received. Swallowing the seed is sin, spilling the seed is worse.
Sigurd was her first. She ordered him to mate with her, and did not give further instruction. He was an older warrior and she thought a good first choice. He had experience in battle, and had a number of slaves who were still alive.
He looked at her at her. He addressed her as Queen. He lay on his back and he instructed her to stand over him. He made her face away and after he had freed his erection from his clothes, she was guided down onto to it. She felt its warmth and thought. At least he knows what he is doing. She felt something snap inside her and a few drops of blood spilt. Is this the testing she was to have. It was a trifle, and everything was slippery inside her. It did not hurt but for a second. Juices flowed inside her and over his penis. She could feels them hot as they ran down her thighs.
She told olaf the fat to take her. He was fat of stomach, but his penis, when erect, was immensely wide. She thought she might split. He pushed her onto her hands and knees, and without words entered her vagina. He stretched her in a pleasure pain way. Her juices, and the juices from Sigurd mixed and made everything wet. It was an easy fit. She wondered how this could occur when she could only fit a finger in ordinarily. As he thrust himself into her, she rubbed her clitoris. She could feel unbearable heat, and put her fingers around his penis. This made the pounding more frenzied. He released his seed into her as well.
Sindri was commanded next to pleasure her. Though she was not quite done, it was pleasurable. He was singing an old ballad as he pushed deep into her. His penis was long and bent down. He mounted her then settled on his knees and pulsed in and out. She came this time, with him, and his ballad finished with a grunt.
I have sent my Horse hounds to enjoy you. They will inhabit your men as they take you. They are not to be trifled with. They have appetites above men, heed them for they do not breed. In earnest, provide for them.
Erik moved on his own. He grabbed her and pulled her back. He lay back and pushed her ass onto his cock. It hurt so, but she could not resist. The pain was terrible for a short time. But She could feel the God fill her body so she could stand the pain, and turn it into pleasure.
She bounced on that cock, her anus dilating like never before, the giddy pleasure of it was unbearable.
Asbjørn was next, he finished quickly inside her, leaving a slightly bloody discharge of seed inside her. She reached down and put some in her mouth. It tasted salty and somehow sweet. Too late she remembered that she was not to swallow. It was such a small amount. I’m sure the GOD would not mind.
Every part of her trembled in pleasure. She thought that like the slave is to a viking, I am to this god. I devote every part of myself to him. I will have my body swallow him as divinity enters me. I will feel him go deep into me as a blessing from him. She felt Bodvar’s long, snake like, penis go into her arse. The impossibly deep feeling inside her warmed from inside to out. It became hot, despite it being freezing cold.
Brynjar was rough. He stretched her with his fingers, and as he split her arse, he slid his fingers in her vagina. She felt full right through. He grabbed at her body in his passion. She came with him as well.
Floki was the youngest of the men. She was scarce older than her, but he felt good. She was enjoying the rides but wanted to try some other ways of being entered.
She lay on her side, exhausted with all the effort. But the god was not finished. In the body of Garald he lifted up one leg and entered her anus. She was almost relieved at being able to lay down.
Hårek was almost gentle by comparison, He Pushed her forward and with her legs slightly parted, slid slowly inside. He was there the longest and his gradual rhythm brought forth a desire she never thought she had within her. She found her energy returned and would meet each thrust till spilled all inside her. It felt glorious. Surely there can be no greater pleasure than this?
I am to take you next. Be ready, this is the 2nd of your tests. You must prevail here.
He lifted her into the air, and pushed her onto his cock. He moved her, suspended, with the strength of 10 men back and forth on his cock. He pounded his mammoth force into her and she came, and came and came: 5, 10, uncountable times. She was tested to her limit. Her pleasure centres were on overload. She could not see who this was, but the God was terrible and beautiful inside her.
Maiden of the Shield 09
