Home of Consequence

by Archibald Bradford

Her voice trailed off as she remembered the queen’s story from earlier.

  “I know some of it, but I don’t know the finer details. You would have to ask them. Now, to avoid causing you further grief I believe it would be best if one of my sweets took you back into town?”

  “Um, just back on the path would be fine, if my dad sees me being brought home by another Hornet, he won’t leave me alone!”

  Oldeera waggled her eyebrows below her crown, her antennae dancing along with them.

  “Ooh, but you and I could cause such a scandal in this little town!”

  Cordelia giggled.

  “Not really, since your neighbor currently has every rumour mill in town working overtime!”

  Two of the Hornets were waiting patiently to carry her back to the ground, but there was an awkward moment where she vacillated about leaving, the Hornet queen watching her with an indecipherable expression on her face.

  Then Cordelia quickly leaned in and kissed her on the lips, just a quick peck, nothing too intense but it was enough to make them both flush with desire again.

  “Well, I should go. I still owe you a pie!”

  She all but fled into the arms of the Hornets who quickly flew her away.

  Queen Oldeera watched the impetuous girl depart, two fingers on her lips.

  “I’m very much looking forward to tasting it, honey.”

  Chapter 11:

  An Angel Dines

  After the shenanigans with Milly in the bathroom had ended, they ate a late lunch before the girls all scattered again.

  Volka, having finally caught up with Erica, dragged her out into the field for more training, while Nina had quickly returned to her forge after tormenting Ophelia in the bedroom.

  Milly and Nameless spent some time tidying up the cottage until, at Ophelia’s request, he brought a pitcher of juice out for the training monster girls. The Amazons were spectating while Volka and Erica were flinging knives and feathers at each other in the cleared area.

  A thought crossed his mind as the pair broke up their acrobatic death dance to quench their thirst.

  “Volka, I’m curious.”

  “I don’t do anal.”

  He turned pink and the spectators burst out in laughter.

  “N-not that!”

  Volka smirked as she took a drink from the pitcher before letting him continue.

  “I was wondering, and please stop me if this is too painful.”

  “Still sounds like he wants your butt.” Erica sniggered.

  Not wanting to get sidetracked again his words came out in a rush.

  “I was wondering where all the Valkyrie children were!”

  Her brow furrowed as Erica took the pitcher from her and drank deeply.

  “What do you mean?”

  “When your people went to fight, to save all of the Empaths, what happened to their children?”

  She gave him a long look before giving a heavy sigh.

  “The greatest folly of the Valkyrie.”

  “Huh?”

  “The instinct of my people to protect can be overwhelming. Even to the point that everything else falls away. During the war, the monsters and humans in need of our protection outnumbered us many times over. You want to know what happened to the children, there weren’t any.”

  Erica shared a quick look with a slack-jawed Nameless as she licked the tart juice from her lips.

  “Okay, I’m with him… huh?” The Katje asked.

  “The youngest Valkyrie by far was twenty seven, little more than a child by our standards as we come of age at forty, but she too was drawn into the fray by her instincts, it was impossible for us to dissuade her. Her name was Lagertha Aldasdotter.” Volka’s eyes welled with tears suddenly and she looked up to the overcast sky; “Goddess was she beautiful! So bright and eager, she looked to us as heroes, while we looked to her and saw what we all hoped for when the war was over. She was a daughter to us all.”

  The image of a fresh-faced young Valkyrie burst into Nameless’s mind, she was whooping with joy as she rolled over in midair while some of the others tried to catch her, and as Volka said she was beautiful. She was slight, her wings much smaller than her older sisters and her armour looked a bit too large for her.

  A moment later and Nameless found himself wounded and wandering a desolate battlefield, his shield weighing him down as he stumbled around looking for other survivors. He found Lagertha wedged underneath the body of the man that killed her, his knife thrust into her back between her wings, her eyes open and glassy.

  Nameless fell to his knees with a gasp as he sobbed out in agonizing grief.

  “Lover!”

  The pitcher fell to the ground and Erica was at his side in moments, while Volka struggled to pull herself out of the past.

  “Oh Husband!” Her tone was morose.

  It took him several minutes to recover from the emotional pain; the poor child had fought so hard, desperate to earn her place amongst her older sisters, all the while not realizing that she already had.

  He gripped his stomach as he regained his feet.

  “Volka, the pain… How do you stand it?”

  She shrugged.

  “Because I must.”

  Without warning he threw his arms around her shoulders, leaning up on the tips of his toes to hold her close.

  “Husband?!”

  She leaned down slightly to accommodate his embrace, but he said nothing, only holding her.

  It was for his benefit as much as hers.

  At length they pulled apart and Volka wiped a tear from her cheek.

  “Thank you, my love. That was very pleasurable.”

  “Not as pleasurable as it’s going to be.”

  Her heart skipped a beat.

  “Wh-what do you mean?”

  He held her cheek with one hand and ran his thumb over her lips before speaking a single word.

  “Tonight.”

  She swallowed as he knees wobbled with sudden heat. While she had lain with Ophelia, so far she had not had a chance to bed her husband.

  “I am yours.” She whispered.

  A purring sound interrupted them and they looked to see their Katje’s heated gaze.

  “You going to let the rest of us play?”

  But before Volka could respond, Nameless shook his head.

  “Not this time kitty, I have something special planned for you instead.”

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  As evening drew nearer the anticipation between Volka and Nameless built, throughout the day they kept exchanging electrified looks and loving caresses.

  They had reached a turning point.

  While they both knew how the other felt, Kar’s death had kept them from exploring their passion with one another. And while it hadn’t gotten as awkward as it had with Nina, they knew something had to give.

  After seeing her watching him in the bath with Milly, and knowing what she had been up to with Ophelia for the last couple days, Nameless wanted his warrior angel bad. And he wasn’t the only one awash with anticipation: the other girls could feel his desire building through their bonds.

  Twice already an annoyed Nina had come in from working in her forge to tell them to just fuck already.

  To ease some of the tension, Volka changed out of her armour and went out to visit with the Amazons while Ophelia prepared dinner.

  “So you want us gone when she comes back?” Milly asked.

  He kissed the loyal cow on the nose.

  “Yeah, at least, at first.”

  “Of course, dearheart. She has been waiting long enough.”

  “You’ve been with her, is she good? I bet she’s good. She certainly looks good.” Erica purred while stroking Ophelia’s hair.

  “A lady doesn’t tell.” The Flutterby said primly as she shooed the Katje out of the kitchen.

  “Sure she does, to other ladies!”

  Ophelia rolled her eyes, but after a moment she unconsciously bit her lip.

  “I saw that!”
Erica accused.

  When Volka returned, the other girls were nowhere to be found, instead she found a candlelit dinner on the table, with Nameless dressed in his nicest clothes standing behind the chair he had pulled out for her.

  Volka’s heart pounded in her chest.

  “Husband, this is… perfect.”

  He smiled.

  “So are you.”

  Two of the Amazons had braided her hair down her back for her and she was wearing one of Ophelia’s gowns, though she was taller than the Flutterby so a lot more of her skin was visible through the white dress.

  Nameless certainly didn’t mind.

  She slid her hand down over the fabric covering the back of her thighs to keep the gown from bunching up when she sat down.

  After he helped her usher the chair back to the table and get her wings positioned, Nameless took a moment to rub her shoulders, then leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck.

  “We should have done this sooner, love.” He whispered.

  Her eyes closed and she tilted her head to one side to accommodate his kisses.

  “Mmm, it’s alright. We are together now.”

  After several more kisses to her flawless skin, Nameless stood with a sigh.

  “Ophelia made us dinner.”

  Volka’s eyes tracked him as he rounded the table, and no sooner had he taken his seat than her bare foot found his calf.

  “Good, you’re going to need the energy.”

  Lit only by the candles on the table between them, her smoldering look made his heart leap.

  They ate in comfortable silence, though her bare foot kept rhythmically stroking his leg.

  With her efforts under the table, Nameless barely tasted the meal.

  Once the last scrap of food was gone from their plates Volka leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

  “That was delicious, I shall have to find a way to thank Ophelia for it.”

  Nameless wiped his face with a napkin, before going to the icebox and bringing out their dessert, two plates of pie from the bakery, this time topped with whipped Minotaur cream.

  “I thought you’d thanked her already.” He teased as he set her plate in front of her and sat down again.

  She smiled with one side of her mouth and her eyes narrowed as she slid down in her seat.

  He was in the midst of drinking from his glass when her questing foot found his crotch and he nearly choked on his fruit juice.

  “V-Volka?!”

  “Hmm? Was there something, Husband?”

  With her pinky finger she scooped up a little dollop of rich cream and brought it to her lips, while out of sight her foot pressed harder into his crotch and she shifted it up and down on his burgeoning cock, all while wearing a perfectly innocent expression.

  His angel did like to play.

  “No!” He coughed and then let out a shuddering breath; “N-no, I’m fine.”

  Under the table he spread his legs and his left hand found her ankle, trapping her foot against his groin.

  “That’s a relief, I would hate for anything to ruin this perfect night.” She spoke nonchalantly as she took up her fork and brought a dainty bite of pastry to her mouth.

  “Of course not.”

  He likewise maintained his composure as he started in on his desert, though his fork shook slightly as the ball of her foot rhythmically rubbed up and down on his constrained flesh, her toes clenching and unclenching much like Erica’s claws, kneading the fabric.

  She moaned at the taste of the dessert, withdrawing the fork from her lips and gesturing with it at the plate in front of her.

  “This is delicious too, did Cordelia make it?”

  He was breathless as her foot moved faster.

  “I d-don’t know, I think so?”

  “She’s very pretty, isn’t she.” She mused.

  He nodded uncertainly, his hand shifting up her ankle to grip the smooth muscles of her calf as he took another bite of his pie.

  Her eyebrow arched at his nod and her lip stuck out in a pout.

  “Prettier than me?” Her foot massaged his cock faster.

  She was completely in control of him, and that just wouldn’t do.

  So he swallowed the sweet morsel in his mouth before nodding again and matching her nonchalance.

  “Yup, way prettier.”

  Her foot stopped moving to press tight to his groin, just enough to cause a bit of pain in his balls as she let loose a throaty chuckle.

  “Oh well done! Or hang on, no… well played? Is that what they say now?”

  Her foot withdrew slightly, his hand trailing over her calf and ankle as she burrowed her toes into his groin.

  “Both work. But I hope you know that I’m not playing, not really.”

  Her answering smile was breathtaking.

  “Neither am I, my love.”

  The sudden sound of his zipper parting filled the room.

  Somehow she had snagged it between two of her toes, and was working to pull it all the way down.

  Her brow wrinkled slightly when she realized there was nothing she could do about the button, but his hand left her ankle just long enough to undo it as well and pull his cock free of the painful constraint of his pants.

  He sighed with relief.

  “Good to know. Because this pie really is amazing.”

  He put another forkful into his mouth even as her toes made direct contact with the flesh of his erection, unable to help himself he moaned from the combination of sweet pastry and intimate contact.

  Volka’s wings shifted behind her, it looked like she was using their weight to keep herself from sliding out of her chair as she massaged his naked cock with the ball of her foot.

  “She is a good girl, they are all good girls. All so very beautiful, don’t you think?”

  He didn’t say anything, or rather, was unable to say anything.

  The constant teasing and flirting had him breathless, and her foot on his cock felt bizarrely good.

  “I want them all, I want you, and I want them. The taste of Ophelia after so long alone… it was intoxicating.”

  She sucked two fingers into her mouth and reached them under the table, her intent was clear as she shifted up slightly in her chair before settling her weight back down, letting out a slight gasp when she penetrated herself.

  Once again he was gripping her ankle as she rubbed the soft skin of her foot over him, he had begun to shift his hips to add to the stimulation.

  “And the thought of what Erica might do to me! Her breed is simply built for pleasure. You get so much use out of her mouth, don’t you Husband?”

  Her question was plainly rhetorical, the table was shifting ever so slightly from the work her foot was doing on his cock. He groaned and his fork clattered to his plate, all pretenses gone as their eyes met, once again she was licking Minotaur cream off of her fingers.

  He could see her shoulder rolling as her arm worked between her legs.

  “And the tiny giant, with her tiny body, so strong. I can’t wait for the mountain to claim me too.”

  Her words came out in pants now.

  One hand slipped into the deep V of her gown and she squeezed one breast, her eyes locked on his the whole time.

  “Do you want to see them? My breasts?”

  He cried out and gripped her ankle tighter.

  “Volka!”

  She kneaded the head of his cock with her toes and threw her head back as she cried out in pleasure.

  When she tilted her head back down, her eyes were foggy with desire.

  “And speaking of breasts! By the goddess, Milly! I want to drink from her, to suck on her nipples forever, do you think she’d let me?”

  His voice was hoarse when he finally responded.

  “Yes! Fuck, Yes!”

  Her lower leg kicked even more rapidly, the juice in their glasses wobbled around while she worked to pleasure them both.

  “Do it.” She whispered; “I want you to let it out, all of it. Cu
m on me, claim me.”

  He had tears standing in his eyes from the intense sensation, but her words set him off.

  The scrunched up her toes around the head of his cock when the first jet of cum shot out, and she let out a squealing giggle at the slimy feeling between her toes.

  “Oh that’s perfect baby! But I know you have more.”

  Indeed he did, and he cried out in release as he brought his fist down on the table, his cries drowning out the clatter of cutlery.

  Volka gasped as she felt a spurt of cum shoot up her shin, halfway to her knee, then yet another, this one dribbling off the side of her calf.

  She had heard the other girls boasting, but really now…

  He sobbed out and bucked in his seat as she massaged his flesh, drawing spurt after spurt out of his cock to land all over the top of her foot and between her toes.

  “Shhh, that’s it, you’re doing so well. Cum all over my naughty foot.”

  She kept working all the way through his release, taking no mercy on him even as she shushed his cries of agonized pleasure.

  Once he at last slumped back into his chair her foot was well and truly coated, as was Nameless’s hand, which had held her ankle in a death-grip throughout.

  She withdrew her own hand from her pussy at the same time as she took her foot out of his crotch.

  Looking straight at him she licked her fingers.

  Very shakily he took up his glass and drained it, then frowned slightly.

  “I call bullshit.”

  “Oh?”

  “You didn’t finish.” He complained.

  “The mess under the table says otherwise.”

  “But you didn’t finish.”

  She shrugged and smirked at him.

  “Saving myself for marriage.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  “We just shared a very expensive meal, and I’m wearing my best clothes, though the pants might be ruined. We’re married, darling.”

  She giggled again as she sat up in her seat.

  “Oooh, darling, I like that!”

  He stood abruptly and rounded the table, while she turned herself towards him.

  Leaning down he pressed his lips to hers, gripping her neck with both hands as his tongue greeted hers and her chest heaved.

  When the sudden kiss ended, she turned her head to his cum-covered hand and licked it.