Kiss, Fight, Fuck

The rest of the story explained how they'd gotten back to the raiding party and their boats, and how the two had quickly become friends. The entire hall stood silent, intent on not missing a single word, until Sven blew a raspberry in disbelief.

"Really? Seven men? Without armor and an unfamiliar weapon? Wolfcrap! They couldn't have been all that strong. In fact I bet you they were children in armor."

Sven laughs at his own drunken mocks, but everyone else glares and fumes.

Sven looks at you, hoping to see you agreeing or laughing with him, since he's always had his eye on you, and you know full well that he wants you.

To propose that Sven test himself against Fren, go to P8

To lead Sven outside and calm him down, go to P9

P8

As Sven keeps mucking about and jeering at Fren, you speak up, loud enough for everyone close to hear.

"If you don't believe the Jarl, Sven, and you think this stranger is weak, why don't you prove it? He's had as much ale as you have, why not have a duel, or a game?"

The crowd cheers and whoops at the idea, and Sven grins at you, a twinkle in his eye. You look to the tall red haired stranger, and even he seems to be smiling wider than before.

"Instead of spilling more blood than we already have lost..."

Sven looks at the chief.

"How about Freyja's challenge?"

Most of the room erupts into catcalls and cheers even louder than before. You're surprised at this, as you were sure Sven would want to battle, but now realize he's more manipulative than you thought.

Fren speaks up.

"Excuse me, but what is this Freyja's challenge?"

Sven answers snidely.

"Freyja, goddess of love, sexuality and other such things. We both take a woman, willing, of course, and attempt to make her cum. Simple. Except the first to get his shield maiden to reach bliss gets to use the two women as he pleases, in front of the loser, who has to sit and watch."

Sven looks at you hungrily.

"And I propose Emmela be one of the women. Yours, if you wish. I don't mind."

Fren looks on, pondering the question, and looks at you questioningly before answering anything.

If you want to insist on a duel, since Sven explicitly insulted his fighting prowess , go to P12

If you want to throw your shame to the wind and agree to be Fren's partner in this challenge, go to P13

P9

You smile gently at him, and go to him before taking his arm and leading him outside. He doesn't resist, and follows you willingly. Once outside and alone, the two of you lean against the wall.

"Sven, you have to stop that. He's a guest, and there's no reason to doubt the Jarl. Promise me you'll behave. Please? For me."

Sven grunts, emptying his cup, and turning to you.

"Fine, I'll go back in there and ignore him, but you have to help me... Calm down. *Hiccup*"

He grins, and you notice the tent in his pants as he leers at your breasts.

To agree and calm him down using your mouth, go to P10

To let him get himself in trouble with everyone else, go to P11

P10

You sigh and realize he'll get himself beat up or worse, possibly exiled, if he keeps on going like this, and you've heard Sven is the kind of man to pass out after one shot. Of course you heard this from Senna, the woman from this morning. She's a bit of a slut, but a nice person nonetheless. You decide if you can get him to cum, he'll fall asleep and this'll be over. Hells, it might even be fun.

You kneel in front of him and gently pull his cock out of his pants. Before you can even touch it with your lips, a horde of drunken men and women burst out of the hall, and stare for a moment as they see the two of you. The women all scream, drunk and giddy.

"Sven and Emmela are... Yaaaay!"

The women run back in whilst the men cheer at Sven, and you can hear the commotion inside. "Sven and Emmela are together! Marriage woooooo!!"

The entire hall cheers, not even realizing who they're cheering for, but they all get caught up in the excitement of marriage prospects and feasts.

After that, you're too embarrassed to tell anyone you don't really want to marry him. You're afraid of being seen as a slut, and you end up being wed to him. You live the rest of your life with him as he goes on raids and makes you cook, clean and take care of the kids.

You regret that decision every day, but at least your sister is happy with Fren. You remember he seemed... Sad at your wedding, but what's done is done.

The End.

P11

You scoff at him and walk back to the door, entering the hall and sitting down in your seat and taking a drink. Sven follows, and goes back to stand in front of the chief's table, sneering. He seems to be whispering and gloating to anyone near him about how you supposedly just "calmed him down" and "couldn't resist the taste". You fume, and decide to not only get even, but also find out more about this newcomer. Two birds one stone.

Go to P8

P12

"Excuse me, Sven, but you insulted Fren here's strength, not how well he can use his dick. So why are you asking for a safe contest? Are you afraid he'll beat you?"

You smirk at him in front of everyone to make sure he understands his position, and he fumes at you, glaring. You hear Fren and Ulfric begin to laugh, and so can Sven. He realizes the laughter will spread if he doesn't stop it soon, so he cries out in anger, turning his glare to Fren.

"I challenge you to a battle. We each get a weapon of our choice, and the first to yield, or die, wins!"

The Jarl begins to protest, possibly due to the fact that Fren had spent what may have been a long time in a prison, eventually getting weaker. Fren however, seems to like the idea, and whispers something to Ulfric. The chief's eyes widen, but he just seems to give up and let him do as he pleases.

"Try not to die, I'd be unhappy for the rest of the night."

Fren laughs as he gets up, and walks down from the table to stand in front of you. He's gigantic, even compared to the Vikings you live with, and he slowly leans in to talk to you.

"He seems intent on killing me if he can, I can feel it. Normally I'd take him apart piece by piece, but you instigated this. I suppose you wouldn't like it if he died?"

He seems calm and collected, which makes his speech even more scary to you. You're a shield maiden, but you hate killing. In fact you often refuse to kill even when it would benefit or help you. You've known Sven for a while now, and even though he's a complete piece of wolf dung sometimes, he can also be a good friend. You quickly and quietly reply.

"Y-Yes, I would prefer it if he lived... Although not... I don't want you to die either, so..."

He smiles, winks as he straightens, and whispers one last thing.

"You owe me one."

As he stands tall, he looks to Sven.

"Now that the rules are clear to me, do you wish to choose your weapon?"

Sven replies simply by moving to his seat and picking up two long, sharp glaives. They were a gift from his father, very high quality swords, sharper than the northern winds in a storm. The hall mumbles and grumbles, feeling like using such weapons in a duel is not only a waste, but also quite unfair, since the newcomer has no possessions.

A strong voice sounds from the Jarl's entourage, coming from Bjern, one of his most trusted men.

"Fren, use my sword and shield. They're not as fancy as that golden thumbed idiot, but they're good enough."

"I appreciate it, Bjern, but I think I'll fight him with my favorite weapons, just like he's doing with me."

Not really listening, Sven moves into the small circular patch of dirt in the center of the hall, and twirls his swords, stretching. When Fren finally steps into the arena, the crowd murmurs and whispers. Sven looks up and immediately glares at his opponent.

"Are you mocking me, outsider?"

"Not at all. These are the only things I possess with which I can fight you. That is all."

The man is unarmed, simply having taken off his shirt, revealing his battered and scarred chest. His skin is strangely pale, as if untouched by the sun for years. It reminds you of a material some traders sometimes bring with them. Ivory...

You move closer to the arena, standing next to the other shield maidens and their whispering.

"Look at him... He's so..."

"Strange?"

"I suppose he is, but he doesn't look weak either..."

"*Snicker* Do you think his member is actually an ivory tusk?"

"Anjel, *laugh* you're such a pig"

You can't help but hold back a laugh, and admire the way the man moves. The sheer size of him is impressive, but he moves in a way that makes him look even bigger, more powerful. You get ready to declare the start of the fight as Fren limbers up and stretches, and Sven glares at him so hard you're afraid he'll burst into flames.

When you Fren nods at you, you take your mug, and hit it on the table.

"Three!"

You slam it down again.

"Two!"

Once more.

"One! Valhalla!"

The two men spring into action, the two swords already beginning their initial swings. With such a large target, there's no way for him to do-

Fren seems to bend and twist as he moves closer to Sven, he flows like water past the two blades, somehow completely bypassing Sven's reach. He doesn't strike however, and lets his opponent crash headfirst into his chest, and fall back onto his ass. The crowd looks stunned, then erupts into laughter at the show. Fren walks back to the edge of the arena, and turns around, seemingly trying to give ridiculed man a chance to try again. To the gasps and outrage of the audience however, Sven did not wait for his opponent to look at him before he rushed at him from behind.

He performed this disgusting and cowardly act too fast for you to even cry out at the swords bearing down upon the outsider's back. Sven grins as he sees his blades cut through the air, but his cheeks suddenly blow up full of air, and he gags on something before slumping down.

The hall is completely silent apart for a few dogs gnawing on bones, some ragged breathing, and the crackle of the fire. No one can believe what they've just seen. It was one thing for Fren to dodge blades like that despite his size, but this...

He stands on one leg, his side facing the now unconscious Sven, and his long leg has embedded itself directly under his ribs. The loser is knocked out cold from lack of oxygen, unable to breath for a few dozen seconds, as well as the brutal shock that came with the kick. The Viking warriors and maidens sit there, stunned into silence. They've never seen one of their men, renowned for their sturdiness and stamina, knocked out so quickly. Of course they don't realize that the force of the kick was doubled due to Sven's forward charge, resulting in a much more devastating strike than a simple kick would deliver.

You stand there, mouth agape, until you come back to your senses and break the silence.

"F-Fren is the victor!"

The Vikings cheer and cry out in celebration, congratulating the newcomer on his overwhelming victory. You hear Anjel, the woman behind you and one of the oldest shield maidens at twenty five years old, call out to the nearby women.

"If you'll excuse me ladies, I think I've found my husband."

Anjel is an incredibly strong woman, on a good day, you can keep up with her just fine in sparring, but you've been taught very well. In real combat however, she outranks you completely as she doesn't hesitate when it comes to taking a life. Not only that, but she's also very outgoing, brutally honest, and she takes what she wants. So far no man has been able to resist her, let alone make her his. She's found them all unsatisfactory as men, and as masters, so she keeps looking and occasionally using a young one as a toy to get rid of stress. She's a proud Viking woman, but apparently a little bit too much for Vikings to handle.

She walks off into the crowd surrounding Fren as he walks back slowly towards his seat. You follow her, unsure of why you feel so uncomfortable just letting her do her thing.

You stay right on her heels, until she's wading through the crowd right next to him, with you watching from the other side. You quickly notice Anjel's hand furtively sneak into the back of Fren's pants and give his ass a squeeze. He looks down at her with an amused smile, and she licks her lips hungrily at him. She's a very beautiful woman, some describing her as the embodiment of Freyja herself. Taller than most women, incredibly soft, straight blonde hair, a strong face, an incredible pair of butt cheeks, and last but not least, from what you've seen and heard, her breasts are a force to be reckoned with.

Compared to you, she's incredible, you think. Your curled brown hair and petite body have always made you feel inferior to women like her. Of course you ignore the fact that your small body is stacked with firm, full sized breasts, and your rear is the object of many a male fantasy. Your cute nose and dark brown eyes, in contrast to your strong maiden attitude makes men remember you, a cute woman with a strong will. However you've never been able to notice the attention you get due to being the Jarl's adoptive daughter, and the men of your clan never daring to go near you because of this.

If you just want to let Anjel do her thing, go to P14

If you want to get Fren's attention and try to beat Anjel at her own game, go to P15

P13

You look at Fren, eyeing him up and down, and notice he doesn't seem worried about this challenge. He even seems confident, whilst Sven fidgets ever so slightly. You really don't want to risk Sven having you, but at the same time, you don't want any blood spilled tonight.

You keep looking at Fren for a few seconds, and what he does next makes your decision final. He spreads his legs under the table, and shows of his thigh, where you see a humongous bulge snake down his leg. Your eyes go wide and he grins.

"I accept the invitation. I shall be his partner for Freyja's challenge."

The crowd whoops and cheers, and Sven grins, cocky as ever, with no reason to be. He turns to Sonna, the woman from this morning, and gestures to her, inviting her. Sonna is a friend of yours, and realizes that you don't want to be with Sven. She, on the other hand, has been with him already, which is why he seems to think she'll accept.

Sonna sighs, and decides to help you by accepting. Sven of course doesn't realize she'll be doing her best not to cum, for your sake.

Two tables are cleared, and the crowd looks on as Sven leads Sonna to one. Prudes aren't common in Viking clans, as these communities are very open about it, and no one here is an exception. Fren gets up, and as he walks down towards you and the table, everyone is able to witness just how huge he is. He stands above every other man here by at least a few inches. He moves in slow, yet powerful steps, and as he walks past you he wraps an arm around your waist. He lifts you off the ground, and slings you over his shoulder as he walks to the table.

He lays you on it gently, and you get up, standing on it as Sonna does the same. To make sure the men are ready for the challenge, the women must dance and strip, and that is exactly what the both of you do. You swivel and twist your tight, young bodies as you take off your dresses, shoes and any other clothing you have. Both of you are satisfied to see the effect you have on your partners, and you invite them each onto your respective tables. The contest hasn't started yet, and you begin to undress your partners.

As their pants come off, Sven's first, you can't help but look over and look at his size. He's not bad, on the bigger side compared to the usual in this village. When you turn back to your partner and pull down on Fren's pants, though, all the women in the hall gasp, and the men stay silent. This stranger's dick... No. This isn't a dick, it's a cock. It's at least two inches bigger than the average member, and it's thicker. It throbs with each beat of his heart, and pulses with heat. You can smell the light musk of his manhood emanating from the large, purple head, and from his two low hanging balls, as big as they come.

"Oh my gods..."

You hear Sonna half whisper, half moan as she looks at the thick member in jealousy and lust. The crowd begins to chant, quietly at first.

"10...9...8...7..."

Both men kneel next to you and Sonna. Sven pushes onto her hands and knees like a dog, and moves behind her. She sighs quietly, bored of this position already. Fren on the other hand, lays you down on the table, on your back.

"6...5...4..."

He moves to your feet, and spreads your legs as they fold upwards. The men and women around you are as confused as you are, wondering how he'll be able to penetrate you like this, with his head near your feet.

"3...2...1... Freyja!"

Sven roughly plunges into Sonna, sending a couple of inches of his dick into her. She grunts in discomfort, but just lets him do his best. You look at this happen, feeling bad for her until the crowd gasps and you feel a warm, wet sensation on your pussy lips. You whirl your head back to look at Fren as you let out a moan.

He's crouched down between your legs, and his rough, hot tongue is moving up and down your lips. No one in the clan has ever seen this, or even thought of it. The women are curious, and the men are confused as your partner's tongue plunges deep into you, and you let out another sharp moan. It wriggles inside you, licking across your insides, and you breathe harder and harder. His upper lip reveals your clit and brushes against it, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You grab his hair and push him deeper as he slides a finger into your tight cunt. You feel him begin to thrust it inside you, curling it at the end of each stroke. His thumb works its way to your clit and mercilessly rubs it up and down, in circles and simply pressing down on it.

Your moaning is continuous now, getting louder and louder as Fren keeps going harder. He thrusts a second finger into you, and his other hand moves to roll your nipples between his fingers, before pinching them lightly.

To the amazement of the crowd, you let out a sharp cry as you begin to cum. Your eyes stay firmly shut as he keeps teasing and pleasuring you whilst you climax. Your body spasms and you push his face into your wet sex harder than ever. You open your eyes as you come down from your high, and see Sonna and Sven staring at you. One in wonder, the other in horror.

Sonna quickly asks:

"Did you just...?"

"Y-yes"

You whisper out confirmation of your climax, and the entire hall cheers, whistling and calling out excitedly.

"Me next!" "How did you do that?" "How did it feel?!"

Fren grins as he stands, still completely naked, and lifts his arms in triumph. Sonna kicks Sven, sending him falling out of her and off the table. She crawls over to you and Fren as fast as she can, and immediately latches her lips around his humongous member. She moans as she does so, closing her eyes in pleasure. This, the Vikings knew, and Sonna was known for her skilled mouth. Not to be outdone, you begin to lick and kiss every exposed inch of his shaft, and Sonna soon got the message. She moved to suck on his balls, taking them into her mouth one at a time.

In the meantime, Sven had dishonored himself again by grabbing his clothes and running out, presumably back to his home. This didn't stop you, however, and you begin to take more and more of the throbbing meat into your mouth. This goes on for a few minutes, during which the outsider had laid down and repeated his earlier performance on Sonna, then you again, and Sonna a second time. After this, she had passed out, and Fren had still refused to fuck you. Instead, he kept pleasuring you with his mouth, giving you climax after climax until you too fell into a deep slumber. Both of you had been covered up, and put to sleep near the hearth.