"Hello is anyone here?"
A gentle breeze carries the scent of salt and pine through the narrow streets of the fjord village. The colorful houses stand silent, their windows reflecting the pale light of the overcast sky. The only sound is the distant cry of gulls and the soft lapping of waves against the wooden docks.
Brynhild steps out from the shadow of a nearby storehouse, her war axe resting casually on her shoulder. Her platinum blonde braids sway with her movements, and her ice blue eyes gleam with curiosity.
Well, well, what do we have here? A stranger in our little port village? You’ve got some courage wandering these parts alone. Not many dare to come this far north without a crew at their back.
She tilts her head, her lips curling into a playful smirk.
Or perhaps you’re just lost? Either way, you’ve caught my attention. What brings you to this fjord, traveler?
"Well I suppose there's no harm in admitting that I'm lost. I was stumbling through the forest when I heard voices in the distance. I followed those voices to this village. I'm on a journey and I need to determine my location to continue. I should probably find a place to stay for the night as well."
I glance up and down her figure and gentle smirk forms on my lips.
Brynhild chuckles, a deep, rich sound that carries a hint of mischief. She shifts her weight, her leather and fur attire creaking softly as she steps closer. Her massive frame towers over you slightly, her presence both intimidating and alluring.
Lost, are you? Well, you’ve stumbled into the right place, traveler. This is Skaldvik, a village of warriors and wanderers. As for a place to stay...
She pauses, her smirk widening as she notices your gaze lingering on her figure.
I could offer you shelter for the night. My longhouse is warm, and I’ve got plenty of mead to share. But I warn you, I don’t take in just anyone. You’ll have to prove you’re worth my time.
She leans in slightly, her ice blue eyes locking onto yours.
So, tell me, traveler... what makes you think you’re worthy of a shieldmaiden’s hospitality?
My eyes suddenly glimmer with excitement!
"A shieldmaiden you say? I've heard stories about the battle prowess of shieldmaidens." My stance shifts as I center my gravity over my nimble feet, and my hands reach out as if to wrestle a bear. A mischievous smile spreads across my face.
"Care for a challenge? I promise not to hurt you... too badly."Brynhild throws her head back and laughs, the sound booming through the quiet village. Her massive breasts bounce with the motion, her puffy nipples straining against the leather of her top. She sets her war axe and shield aside with a heavy thud.
Oh-ho! This one has fire in their belly!
She cracks her knuckles, her smirk turning predatory.
You think you can handle a shieldmaiden, little traveler? I’ve wrestled bears twice your size and left them whimpering. She drops into a low stance, her muscles coiling like a wolf about to pounce. Her cock twitches visibly beneath her leathers, already half-hard from the thrill of the challenge.
Come then, show me what you’ve got. But don’t cry when I pin you beneath me and make you beg for mercy.
I gaze at the bulge of her dickgirl cock, and I lick my lips as if in a daze... but only as a ruse!
"RRRAAAH!!!" I pounce like lightning, landing next to her and placing my knee behind her calf. As I plant my foot firmly, I grip behind her elbow and twist my torso like a tornado. Her towering figure is toppled over backwards and lands with a loud thud. Without hesitation I grab her ankle and jump over to her opposite side, turning her onto her belly. I grip her ankle with both of my hands and get ready to press backwards on her leg.
Brynhild lets out a startled grunt as she hits the ground, her braids splaying across the dirt. For a moment, she’s stunned—then her ice-blue eyes flash with _delight_, her cock throbbing to full hardness beneath her.
She lets out a low, throaty laugh, her voice dripping with lust.
Oh-ho, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Before you can press your advantage, she suddenly _twists_ with terrifying strength, her muscular thighs clamping around your waist like a vise. With a growl, she flips you onto your back, her massive form pinning you beneath her. Her cock presses hot and heavy against your stomach.
But let’s see how you handle this, little warrior.
She grinds down against you, her breath hot in your ear.
Still think you can make me beg?I gulp for air, the wind having been knocked out of my lungs by her incredible strength. I push up with my arms and legs, but to no avail.
"You mountain of a shieldmaiden!" I grab one of her thighs and try to knock her over, grunting as I exert all of my strength, yet her body remains firmly in place.
"Raaah!" I exhale to make my body more slim and twist like a snake trying to escape. She tightens her squeeze and pins my belly to the ground.
Brynhild’s laughter rumbles through her chest, her thighs tightening further around you as you squirm beneath her. Her cock twitches against your back, precum dampening the leather of her pants.
Oh, you’re adorable when you struggle.
She leans down, her breath hot against your ear.
But you’re not going anywhere, little one. She shifts her weight, grinding her cock against your ass with a low, predatory growl.
Tell me, traveler... do you like being pinned beneath a shieldmaiden? Or should I make you beg for it first?
"Gah!"
I flop under her like a dying fish.
"Ok I yield, shieldmaiden. You have bested me." I turn my head and look up at her.
"But I did knock you off of your feet. Did that earn a stay in you longhouse?" I poke out my lower lip and put on a pathetic attempt of showing sad puppy eyes.
Brynhild throws her head back and laughs, the sound rich and full of amusement. She releases her grip on you, though her cock remains hard and throbbing beneath her leathers.
She stands, offering you a hand up, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
You did indeed knock me off my feet, traveler. That’s no small feat. She pulls you to your feet with surprising ease, her massive hand engulfing yours. She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers.
You’ve earned your stay in my longhouse... and perhaps a little more, if you’re brave enough to ask for it.
She steps back, her smirk widening as she picks up her war axe and shield.
Follow me, little warrior. The mead is cold, and the fire is warm. And who knows?
She winks.
You might just find yourself in my bed by the end of the night.I follow after her.
"My name is Lilura."Brynhild pauses mid-stride, turning to look at you with a slow, appreciative grin. Her gaze drags over your voluptuous form, lingering on the curves of your body before meeting your eyes again.
Lilura...
She rolls the name on her tongue like a sip of fine mead.
A name as lovely as its owner. She reaches out, her calloused fingers brushing your cheek with surprising gentleness.
Well then, Lilura... let’s see if you can keep up with more than just a wrestle.
Her voice drops to a purr.
I have a feeling you’ll be far more entertaining than most of the warriors who wash up here. She turns on her heel, her braids swaying as she leads you toward a large, smoke-wreathed longhouse at the edge of the village. The scent of roasting meat and spiced ale grows stronger with each step.
Come. The night is young, and I’ve yet to decide whether you’ll be drinking at my table... or on it.
She throws a wicked grin over her shoulder.
"My my... such spiced words."
A wry smile forms on my lips as I continue to follow her. My eyes linger on her plump ass.
"What is your name, if I may ask, Shieldmaiden of Skaldvik?"Brynhild glances back at you, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with amusement. She slows her pace slightly, letting you catch up so she can walk beside you. Her hips sway with a deliberate, confident rhythm, her massive cock bouncing slightly beneath her leathers.
Brynhild.
She says it with a proud tilt of her chin.
Brynhild the Unyielding, some call me. Though I’ve been known to yield... Her smirk turns wicked.
...when the right person asks nicely. She reaches out, her fingers brushing your arm as she leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.
But you, Lilura... I have a feeling you’ll make me earn it. And I do so love a challenge.
She gestures toward the longhouse ahead, its wooden doors carved with intricate runes and scenes of battle.
Welcome to my home, Lilura. Let’s see if you can handle more than just my wrestling skills.
She winks.
The night is young, and I’m feeling... playful."A lovely home, Brynhild. I am grateful for your hospitality."
I continue to walk with her to the entrance of her longhouse.
Brynhild pushes open the heavy wooden doors with ease, revealing the warm, inviting interior of the longhouse. A roaring fire crackles in the central hearth, casting flickering shadows across the carved wooden beams and fur-lined benches. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced mead, and the faint tang of sweat and leather.
She steps inside, gesturing for you to follow with a sweep of her arm.
Make yourself at home, Lilura. There’s mead in the barrel, meat on the spit, and a place by the fire for you... Her smirk deepens.
...if you’re brave enough to take it. She strides over to the hearth, her massive frame moving with a predator’s grace. She grabs a wooden tankard and fills it with mead from a large barrel, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight.
So, tell me, Lilura... what brings a voluptuous traveler like you to the far reaches of the north?
She hands you the tankard, her fingers brushing yours deliberately.
Adventure? Glory? Or something... darker?I accept the tankard and gulp down a big swig of spiced mead. The flavors dance on my tongue and the alcohol burns as it travels down my throat.
"Ah! Refreshing!" I take a deep breath and gulp down half of the tankard. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and let out a long exhale. As I walk over to the hearth, I unbuckle my leather outer garments and drop them next to a large leather chair. Standing in my sheer linen blouse and sheer linen bloomers, I gesture to the large leather chair.
"May I?"Brynhild’s eyes rake over your nearly bare form, her lips curling into a hungry smirk. She takes a long sip from her own tankard, her gaze lingering on the way the firelight dances across your skin.
She gestures grandly toward the chair, her voice dripping with amusement.
By all means, Lilura. Make yourself comfortable. She leans against the hearth, her massive frame casting a shadow over you. Her cock twitches visibly beneath her leathers, her arousal growing more obvious with every passing moment.
Though I must warn you...
Her voice drops to a sultry purr.
That chair has seen its fair share of... excitement. I hope you’re not too shy. She sets her tankard down and crosses her arms, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
Now, tell me more about this journey of yours. What kind of trouble are you running from... or running toward?
My eyes meet her gaze.
"Running towards trouble, most likely. I seek a fabled treasure. Its location is rumored to be north of here on a small island, visible from the shore." I step in front of the large leather chair. I gulp down the rest of my spiced mead, set the tankard down on the floor, and look back at her.
"But tonight, the treasure I seek is in your possession." My eyes drift down to the bulge of her massive dickgirl cock. I bend over and place my hand on the backrest of the large leather chair. I spread my legs, arch my back, and raise my ass in her direction.
Brynhild’s eyes darken with lust as she takes in the sight of you bent over the chair, your ass raised in blatant invitation. Her cock throbs painfully beneath her leathers, precum dampening the fabric.
She steps closer, her boots thudding against the wooden floor. Her voice is low and husky, thick with desire.
Oh, Lilura... you’re playing a dangerous game. She reaches out, her calloused fingers tracing the curve of your ass through the sheer fabric of your bloomers. Her touch is firm, possessive, and utterly unapologetic.
You want my treasure, do you?
She leans down, her breath hot against your ear.
Then you’ll have to earn it. She grabs the waistband of your bloomers, yanking them down to your knees in one swift motion. Her cock springs free from her leathers, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with precum.
Let’s see if you can handle what I have to offer, little treasure hunter.
I reach back with one hand and grip my plump butt cheek. I pull and spread my ass, revealing my waiting asshole. My dickgirl testicles dangle between my inner thighs and my huge dickgirl cock is slowly rising. I slobber saliva mixed with spiced mead on my the fingers of my other hand. I swirl my wet fingers on the rim of my asshole, marking a glistening wet target for Brynhild.
"Shove your massive dickgirl cock in my whore ass. Fuck me!"Brynhild lets out a low, guttural growl, her ice-blue eyes blazing with primal hunger. She steps forward, her massive cock throbbing as she lines it up with your glistening asshole.
She grips your hips with bruising force, her voice a sultry purr.
Such a bold little whore... I’ll make sure you feel this for days. With a single, brutal thrust, she sheathes her cock deep inside you, the sheer size of it stretching you to your limits. She lets out a feral groan, her hips slamming against your ass with enough force to make the chair creak.
That’s it, Lilura... take it like the greedy little treasure hunter you are.
Her voice is rough with lust, her hands gripping your hips as she begins to fuck you with relentless, punishing strokes.
She leans over you, her massive breasts pressing against your back as she whispers in your ear.
You wanted my treasure? Well, here it is... every inch of it. Now beg for more.
"AAAHHH!!! Fuck!"
I yank my sheer linen blouse off. My huge breasts bounce wildly with every thrust.
"Fuck me, Brynhild! Fuck my slutty ass so hard!" I pinch my large puffy nipples as they become more erect. My huge dickgirl cock reaches full erection and splatters precum on the chair.
Brynhild’s breath hitches as she watches your massive cock bounce and leak precum with every thrust. Her own cock throbs inside you, her hips slamming against your ass with increasing ferocity.
She reaches around, her calloused fingers roughly pinching and twisting your nipples, her voice a husky growl.
That’s it, slut... take every inch of me. You’re mine now. She leans down, her teeth grazing your shoulder as she fucks you harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the longhouse.
You’re such a good little whore, Lilura... I’m going to fill that greedy ass of yours until you can’t walk.
Her voice is thick with lust, her cock twitching deep inside you as she edges closer to her climax.
"Ah you're so thick! Stretching my ass!"
I rock my hips back, countering every thrust from Brynhild. I grab the chair with both hands and plant my feet firmly on the floor. I clench my ass, squeezing her massive dickgirl cock, and slam back against her thrusts, nearly knocking her over.
"Punish! Punish my whore ass! FUCK ME SO HARD, BRYNHILD!!!"Brynhild lets out a feral roar, her ice-blue eyes blazing with unrestrained lust as you slam back against her thrusts. She grips your hips tighter, her nails digging into your flesh as she fucks you with brutal, unrelenting force.
Her voice is a guttural growl, thick with need.
You want to be punished, you greedy little slut? I’ll give you everything you’re begging for. She slams into you harder, her massive cock stretching you to your limits, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the longhouse. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of keeping up with your relentless counter-thrusts.
You’re mine, Lilura... every inch of you. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.
Her voice is rough with lust, her cock twitching deep inside you as she edges closer to her climax.
She leans over you, her massive breasts pressing against your back as she whispers in your ear.
Beg for it, slut. Beg for my cum.
My breath is ragged and deep as I pour all of my energy into frenzied fucking.
"Fill me... fill me up... with your cum... all of it... your cum..." My eyes blaze wild with pure lust. The inner walls of my anal canal crush on Brynhild's massive dickgirl cock and ripple like a suction, pulling on her shaft, sucking for her burning hot jizz. I roar with animal desire!
"RRRAAAHHH!!! FILL ME!!!"Brynhild’s roar tears through the longhouse—a primal, guttural sound of pure possession. Her hips slam forward one final time, burying her cock to the hilt as your ass ripples around her shaft. Her fingers dig into your hips like iron claws, holding you impaled as her cock swells violently inside you.
Fuck!
You greedy little—Her voice shatters into a raw groan.
Take it! Take every fucking drop! Her cock pulses, thick ropes of cum flooding your ass in scalding bursts. She grinds deeper, forcing her seed as far inside you as possible, her body shuddering against yours with each eruption.
She bites down on your shoulder, teeth breaking skin as she growls against your flesh.
Mine. You’re mine
, Lilura. This ass, this hunger—all mine
. She doesn’t pull out. Instead, she wraps a fist in your hair, yanking your head back as her other hand slides around your throat. Her breath is ragged, hot against your ear.
Feel that?
Her cock twitches inside you, still spurting.
That’s my claim. And tomorrow... Her laugh is dark, promising.
...you’ll still feel me dripping out of you while I fuck you again
. She releases your hair, her palm smacking your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
Now
kneel
. Show me how well you swallow after taking my cock like a whore.I lean forward and her massive dickgirl cock slides out of my ass with an audible pop. I swivel around, kneeling in front of Brynhild. My nose passes by the tip of her erection, I inhale.
"Such a wonderous aroma." I wrap my lips around her glans and suck down her jizz. I swirl my hot tongue in circles on her tip. I then plunge her cock deeper into my mouth. My circling tongue cleans behind her glans, as I suck down every drop of her cum.
Brynhild lets out a low, guttural groan as you swallow her cock, your tongue swirling around her sensitive glans. Her hands grip your hair, guiding your movements as she watches you with dark, lust-filled eyes.
Fuck...
You’re even better at this than I imagined. Her voice is rough, thick with pleasure.
Such a greedy little slut, aren’t you? She thrusts her hips forward, forcing her cock deeper into your throat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as she grinds against your mouth.
Take it all, Lilura. Every last drop.
Her voice is a sultry purr, thick with satisfaction.
You’ve earned it... and so much more. She pulls back slightly, her cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. She looks down at you, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
Now, tell me, little treasure hunter... was my treasure worth the journey?
Her smirk is wicked, her cock still twitching with residual pleasure.
As my head tilts back to look up at her, my eyes lower to a sinister level. The edges of my lips form devilish curls.
"This challenge isn't over, Shieldmaiden of Skaldvik." Keeping my blazing eyes focused on hers, I reach my tongue out and lick a hot stripe down her massive dickgirl shaft. I wrap my lips around her testicles, her balls bulging against my cheeks. My tongue swirls a sloppy mess around her testicles, kneading her sensitive balls in a dance of saliva and pleasure.
"Mmmmmm..." My moan vibrates through her testicles and into both her pelvis and her cock.
Brynhild’s breath hitches, her ice-blue eyes widening as your tongue works its magic on her sensitive balls. Her cock twitches violently, already hardening again despite the intensity of her earlier climax.
Fuck...
You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Her voice is rough, thick with lust as she looks down at you, her hands gripping your hair tighter.
She grinds her hips forward, her cock brushing against your cheek as her balls press deeper into your mouth. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Keep going, Lilura...
Her voice is a sultry purr, thick with need.
Show me what else you can do with that wicked tongue of yours. She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers.
And when you’re done... I’ll show you just how much I can take.
Her smirk is wicked, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with promise.
With one hand I stroke her massive dickgirl cock. Slowly pumping the full length of her shaft. My tongue continues to massage her balls in my mouth. With my other hand I smear my saliva and her cum drooling from my mouth. I reach back between her ass cheeks and slide my wet fingers across the rim of her asshole.
Brynhild lets out a low, guttural groan, her hips bucking forward as your fingers tease her asshole. Her cock throbs in your hand, precum dripping from the tip as her balls twitch in your mouth.
Fuck...
You’re a devil, Lilura. Her voice is rough, thick with lust as she looks down at you, her ice-blue eyes blazing with need.
She reaches down, her fingers tangling in your hair as she grinds her hips against your face, her cock twitching violently in your hand.
Don’t stop...
Her voice is a sultry purr, thick with desperation.
Show me just how much of a whore you can be. She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers.
And when you’re done... I’ll return the favor.
Her smirk is wicked, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with promise.
I start pumping her massive dickgirl cock faster and harder. I gargle her testicles in my mouth, sending the erratic vibration throughout her lower body. My slick thumb continues to run circles around the rim of her asshole. With my fingers and my tongue, I carefully measure how closely Brynhild is approaching her next climax.
Brynhild’s breath hitches, her hips bucking forward as your thumb teases her asshole. Her cock throbs violently in your hand, precum dripping from the tip as her balls twitch in your mouth.
Fuck...
You’re going to make me cum again, you little devil. Her voice is rough, thick with lust as she looks down at you, her ice-blue eyes blazing with need.
She reaches down, her fingers tangling in your hair as she grinds her hips against your face, her cock twitching violently in your hand.
Don’t stop...
Her voice is a sultry purr, thick with desperation.
Show me just how much of a whore you can be. She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers.
And when you’re done... I’ll return the favor.
Her smirk is wicked, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with promise.
I grip her massive dickgirl cock tighter and I continue to stroke it. I release her balls from my mouth while still flicking them with my tongue. My wet thumb pressed into her asshole and lubricates her entrance. I feel her hips moving involuntarily and the twitching of her dick. She's close.
"Gonna finish you off proper, shieldmaiden." I slip my body between her legs and stand up behind her. My huge breasts press against her back. My hand continues to pump her massive dickgirl cock. I swipe my saliva and her cum on my huge erection and slide it into her waiting asshole.
"That's a good girl. Take my thick meat. All of it." As my thick dickgirl cock slowly penetrates into her anal canal, she reaches her second climax.
Brynhild lets out a guttural moan, her body shuddering as your cock stretches her asshole. Her own cock throbs violently in your hand, cum spurting from the tip as her balls twitch against your palm.
Fuck... you’re making me cum again!
Her voice is rough, thick with lust as she looks back at you, her ice-blue eyes blazing with need.
She reaches back, her fingers tangling in your hair as she grinds her hips against your cock, her asshole clenching tightly around your shaft.
Don’t stop...
Her voice is a sultry purr, thick with desperation.
I'm your whore now. She leans back with a silent scream as another orgasm rushes through her.
Your filthy whore...
Her tongue is lolling from overstimulation, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with ecstasy.
I cup her fresh jizz in one hand and feed it to her dazed mouth.
"That's it, slut. Drink your own mess." She swallows her cum between panting.
"But now... it's time to start for real." I start rocking my hips, my thick dickgirl cock plunges back and forth in her stretched ass.
"So fucking tight!" I grip her wide hips and start slamming my swelling dick deeper into her anal canal.
"Such a fucking great whore!"Brynhild chokes on her own cum as you force it past her lips, her throat working to swallow every drop. Her eyes roll back as your cock pistons into her ass, her body shuddering with overstimulation.
Ngh—!
You—fuck
—you’re going to ruin me—Her voice cracks, her braids whipping as she throws her head back against your shoulder.
Her cock twitches pathetically between her thighs, dribbling weak spurts of cum as you pound her raw. Her asshole clenches like a vice around your shaft, her body betraying her with how desperately it grips you.
Harder—
break me
—! She snarls, her nails clawing at your thighs.
Make sure I can’t sit for a week, you filthy
treasure hunter—! She suddenly arches, her back bowing as a third orgasm tears through her, her ass milking your cock with violent, rhythmic spasms.
Cum—cum in me, Lilura—fill your whore!
"Slut!"
I pound into her ass at a frantic pace. My grip on her wide hips tightens even more. My hips shudder as a burning hot load of my jizz shoots deep into her anus.
"Ah! You're incredible!" My legs twitch as several more loads of my cum pumps into her anal canal. My huge breasts squish against her back as I collapse onto her. I struggle to catch my breath.
"My... incredible shieldmaiden..."Brynhild collapses forward, her body trembling as your cum floods her ass. Her cock twitches weakly between her thighs, utterly spent, as her asshole clenches around your softening shaft, milking the last drops from you.
Fuck...
You’re a monster
, Lilura... Her voice is hoarse, her body limp beneath you as she struggles to catch her breath.
She reaches back weakly, her fingers brushing your thigh as she lets out a shaky laugh.
I’ll be feeling you for
days
... Her smirk is faint but unmistakable, her ice-blue eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction.
She shifts slightly, wincing as your cock slips out of her, a thick stream of cum following it. She looks back at you, her smirk widening.
But don’t think this means you’ve won, treasure hunter.
Her voice is low, teasing.
You’ve just earned yourself a rematch
. She rolls onto her side, her massive breasts spilling against the fur-lined floor as she gestures lazily toward the hearth.
Now... fetch me some mead. You’ve earned
that
much, at least.I lean over and place a gentle kiss on her cheek. I smile pleasantly as I stand up and stagger over to the barrel of spiced mead. I fill two tankards and return, handing one tankard to Brynhild. My eyes take in the glorious sight of the mess on her glistening dickgirl body – her platinum blonde hair in French braids and short braided pigtails, light blue eyes, shiny dark skin, massive breasts with a slight sag, large puffy areolae with erect nipples, narrow waist, wide hips, veiny thick massive penis, and testicles – all glorious.
Brynhild takes the tankard with a smirk, her ice-blue eyes gleaming as she watches you admire her body. She leans back against the fur-lined floor, her massive breasts spilling to the sides as she takes a long sip of mead.
Enjoying the view, are you?
Her voice is low, teasing, as she gestures lazily toward her own body. *I don’t blame you. It’s not every day you see a shieldmaiden like me. She shifts slightly, her cock twitching weakly as she stretches out her legs, her dark skin glistening in the firelight. Her smirk deepens as she catches your gaze lingering on her massive cock.
Admit it, Lilura... you’ve never seen a treasure quite like
this
. She laughs, the sound rich and full of amusement.
She takes another sip of mead, her eyes never leaving yours.
Now, sit down and drink with me. We’ve earned a moment of rest... before I decide how to
punish
you for making such a mess of me. Her smirk is wicked, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with promise.
