Legacy of the Valkyrie

by Archibald Bradford

  Ophelia, Nina, Milly and Erica were all completely nude and sprawled around him. He noticed immediately that both of Ophelia’s pale butt-cheeks had hickies all over them. As he tried to make sense of the scene another thing caught his attention.

  His dick hurt.

  He tried to stand up but immediately fell over on top of Milly as the world spun.

  She woke up as he pulled himself off of her soft chest.

  “M-Master?”

  Her beautiful blue eyes were foggy with exhaustion.

  “What, what happened?” He managed.

  She swallowed, seeming to be in much the same shape as he was.

  “We had… a lot… of sex.” She panted.

  It occurred to him that in all of their love-making sessions, no matter how vigorous, he didn’t ever remember seeing her so exhausted.

  “Are you a-alright?”

  She slowly sat up. One of Erica’s paws was draped over her shoulder and fell to the cushioned floor with a dull thump as she rose, the Katje remained unmoving.

  “Maybe? I’m really sore… down there.”

  Her eyes flickered to her naked groin.

  “Oh Milly, I am so sorry.”

  But as much as he wanted to comfort her he suddenly felt nauseous and had to stumble out of the hut to be sick on the ground outside. Nameless had never been drunk before and so he had never had a hangover.

  He really didn’t like them.

  After he finished retching he sat on his thighs and looked around, his mind still fuzzy.

  It was late morning, and the Amazon village was bustling with activity, even as he sat naked in the dirt.

  “Well done Valkyrja! You drank and reveled with the best of us!” An Amazon squatted down in front of him, giving him an eyeful of her privates beneath her hide skirt, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder; “The cries of ecstasy from your wives resounded all throughout the village for most of the night, and greatly enhanced our own lovemaking! My poor husband was in much the same state as you a few hours ago! Do not worry, I shall fetch someone to tend to your needs.”

  She gave his shoulder another pat before standing up again. He wanted to go back inside, but found that his legs didn’t work.

  At least three more Amazons took a moment out of their day to repeat their own congratulations before he finally recovered enough to crawl back inside.

  Milly was asleep again.

  “My pussy hurts.” Nina was awake and rubbing gingerly at her privates.

  “Sorry.” He mumbled.

  “You should be. I can’t believe I’m gunna say this. But that was way too much.”

  He swallowed, tasting bile and trying to piece together his memories from the previous night. Then he paused and gave Nina a long look.

  “Did I try to bite you?”

  She snorted.

  “You did more than try, you gnawed on my tits for over an hour.”

  He stared at her tiny breasts, but didn’t see any evidence of his teeth.

  She stretched and then winced as her hand shot down to her privates again.

  “Don’t worry about it, I asked you to. I don’t know how many times I got off while you were doing that and the others took turns eating me out.”

  “Bleargh…” Erica sat up abruptly, her hair and ears a tangled mess of dried fluids.

  He definitely remembered giving her more than one facial.

  She looked at him in a complete daze.

  “E-Erica?”

  Her eyes rolled back into her head and she flopped back down onto her back, when he crawled over to see if she was alright he found her snoring softly again.

  More and more memories came back to him over the next few minutes.

  There was a lot of wild dancing, a lot of drinking, and as Milly had said a lot of sex. A knock sounded on the hut wall and Escrya poked her head inside through the woven cloth that served as a door.

  “I was told that you were finally beginning to stir, and so I bring remedies for you.”

  She held a tray of drinks before her.

  He flinched back, the memory of burning liquid going down his throat suddenly flashing into his mind.

  She smiled, picking up on his distress.

  “Don’t worry, this isn’t ambrosia, it’s just a simple tea for aches and pains. We trade with an alchemist for the mixture and he is very gifted.”

  She took in the sight of the exhausted group, except Nina, who was standing now and pulling on her clothes, her only complaint was of her sore privates.

  Escrya shook her head with a wry smile.

  “You gave a fine accounting of yourself. We do not drink the ambrosia draught often, so it is good that you held nothing back. I shall leave this with you, and when you are recovered there is food prepared. Though you might, ah, want to bathe first.”

  Her nose crinkled slightly.

  The only one who didn’t suffer any ill effects from the draught was Nina, though it had made her as incredibly horny as the rest of them. On the other hand, poor Ophelia was completely insensate.

  Blomma nectar alone was a powerful liquor for her people, but when combined with the brandy the effects were incredibly potent and it took a long time for them to rouse her.

  Having drunk their tea and pulled on their clothes, they met up with Miranda as they stumbled towards the hot springs, and she suggested that they spend another day with the Amazons to completely recover from the effects of the ambrosia draught before continuing on.

  “Believe me I’m sympathetic, we drank it when Kala bonded with me. I woke up halfway convinced I’d been mugged.”

  Jan’s tongue was lolled out in a grin.

  “That was one of the few times I managed to get you into the mud with me!”

  An hour later he and the girls were much recovered and were soaking in the hot springs. A handful of other bathers were there as well, but they were giving them their privacy.

  “Let’s never have sex again.” Nameless said as he floated on his back.

  The tea may have helped with his head but his penis was still incredibly raw.

  Erica meowed in distress.

  “Are you kidding?! Last night was awesome! Do you think they’ll let us take some of that stuff with us?”

  The other girls all gave her aghast looks.

  “What?” Her ears flicked and she blinked.

  Milly shook her head slowly.

  “Kitty, you are truly a monster.”

  Another half hour in the water and they were mostly recovered, except Ophelia who was far paler then usual and couldn’t seem to get her hands to stop shaking.

  As they drifted back into the village and had breakfast, or lunch as was the case for the hardy Amazons, Milly asked if they had any containers that they could borrow and was quickly provided with a large clay pitcher.

  “After they have been so nice to us I think we should give them a gift. Do you think they would like some of my milk?”

  Nina snorted.

  “If we ever meet anybody who doesn’t like your milk, I’ll eat my hammer.”

  Milly blinked, and then giggled at the image.

  After they had eaten they returned to the privacy of their hut to milk Milly, drinking a fair amount of the restorative cream themselves to help with their hangovers. Soon enough their pitcher was full and they rejoined the others.

  The Amazons were tending to their normal chores around the village but were very communal so it was easy to find Alcaia.

  “What’s this?” She asked, curious as Nameless handed her the pitcher.

  “Some of Milly’s milk, it’s um, a gift I guess?”

  “Minotaur milk! A gift indeed! You have my thanks, and you War-sister!” She nodded at Milly who beamed at her praise.

  “We’ll have more later today, probably another pitcher full.” Nameless offered, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

  “That is very generous of you! There may just be enough then for everyone in the village to have a sma
ll glass after dinner, a more welcome treat would be hard to come by!”

  Erica was nodding.

  “Yeah we’re kind of spoiled that way.” She leaned her head against the side of one of Milly’s breasts and purred as the Minotaur licked her ears several times.

  Alcaia’s smile was warm as she considered the precious pitcher in her hands.

  “I’d better store this someplace cool until tonight then.”

  With that she took her leave.

  They found themselves somewhat at loose-ends at that point. So they walked around the village, greeted with friendly waves from the villagers as they went about their day. Eventually Ophelia begged off and returned to rest in their hut, it was just as well, as the others were a bit worried about her. She had barely spoken all morning, though her hands had finally stopped shaking.

  “She really shouldn’t drink.” Nina commented as the Flutterby stumbled off.

  “Yeah, I mean, it took her what, two days to recover last time?” Erica commented.

  “Something like that.” Nameless nodded.

  “I’ll go with her, I don’t like leaving her alone like this.” Milly said and followed the Flutterby.

  The remaining three watched her catch up to, and then pick up, the Flutterby.

  “We should tell Miranda we might need to stick around for more than one day.” Erica observed.

  They spent the remainder of the day nursing their respective hangovers and visiting with their new friends, fortunately the Amazons had more tea which they generously supplied to Ophelia when Nameless mentioned how ill she had become and by that evening she was well enough to join them for dinner again.

  Not surprisingly the Minotaur milk was well received by the villagers, so Nina wouldn’t need to eat her hammer.

  “You travel east?”

  They were deep in discussion with Alcaia as they sat around another fire, this night was a much more mellow affair than the previous.

  “Aye, well, at least until the kid’s magic compass picks a new direction.”

  But Alcaia was shaking her head.

  “I should warn you, there is not much east of here, only the grasslands until you hit the great Sansee. Forgive me Aegis, but I pray your journey does not take you that far.”

  Miranda sighed.

  “Yeah I’ve been saying that since day one, believe me. But that’s where he says we’re going.”

  All of those nearby who had caught the gist of the conversation wore grim expressions.

  After a few somber moments, Alcaia nodded.

  “Very well, we will outfit you as best as we are able, we rarely venture any distance into the wastes, or for very long. But we have an old wagon that you may take with you, if you use it to carry ample water and are cautious then hopefully we shall meet again.”

  Miranda thanked the Amazon leader for her generosity but Alcaia waved her hand.

  “Think nothing of it Aegis, you and the Empath are our honoured guests, and many of my unbonded warriors have taken a shine to you. Should you survive the Sansee and return with this mysterious Volka, you may find yourselves inundated with marriage proposals.”

  Miranda snorted.

  “You Amazons do love your heroics but do you think the kid could handle any more women?”

  She crooked a thumb at Nameless, who was surrounded by the other girls, a barrier between him and the unbonded Amazons.

  Alcaia smiled.

  “If what we all heard last night was any indication I think he could, the Empath is young and vigorous. And I think you could handle another Amazon yourself! Kala and Jan are impressive, as I’m sure is little Jezebel, but imagine a Saenga warrior standing at their side!”

  A number of the Amazons around them were giving Miranda flirty looks, until Jan chortled at Alcaia’s words.

  “Yeah, like we need another Kala.”

  Miranda rolled her eyes as the looks turned petulant.

  “Don’t be rude puppy.”

  “Indeed, sweet sister.” Kala hugged Jan from behind and murmured in her ear; “Should you dishonour us in front of our gracious hosts, I shall have to punish you.”

  Jan’s tail began to wag between Kala’s legs and she turned to meet the Amazon’s gaze over her shoulder.

  “Promise?”

  Fortunately the Amazons did not take offence and Alcaia laughed.

  “Perhaps I spoke too soon… you do seem to have your hands full with this one!”

  Miranda smiled.

  “Lady, you have no idea.”

  After they had supped, Nameless and the others retired early, still worn out from their previous night’s activities.

  “Sleep well Valkyrja.”

  __________

  Ophelia was dreaming.

  Or rather, she was having a nightmare. The stench of an unwashed man’s penis under her nose was cloying and she couldn’t escape it, a rough grip holding her immobile by her hair.

  But that wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was seeing Nameless lying on the ground, unmoving. The man had hit him again and again with the butt of his weapon until his head had broken apart under the onslaught…

  She woke with a start, sweat covering her as she struggled to shake off her nightmare. The stench still lingered in her nostrils, but it was the sight of her master on the ground that had woken her.

  The Flutterby looked to him in the dim firelight that trickled in to the hut, Nina was draped across his snoring form and the presence of the giant was a great relief to the frightened woman.

  “Ophelia? Are you okay?”

  Milly sat up beside her, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

  She swallowed, though the Amazon’s remedies had greatly helped with her hangover, she still felt weak, and the night-terror had certainly not helped.

  “I’m fine dearheart, just a bad dream.”

  Milly let out a gentle low, the deep noise reverberating around the hut and Ophelia found it as comforting as Nina’s presence.

  The Minotaur pulled her into her arms.

  “I am so very lucky, to have such strong bond-sisters.” Ophelia sighed.

  Despite her words she felt a lump in her throat as tears sprang to her eyes. Sensing her distress, Milly began to groom her hair with her tongue, her instinct to care for her sister.

  Her arms and her tongue soon relaxed the Flutterby to the point that she shed some much needed tears, she cried softly into Milly’s breast for a time while the steadfast monster held her close.

  Ophelia sniffed and wiped at her cheeks, then gave a weak chuckle.

  “Thank you dear. I’m okay now, I promise.”

  Milly caressed her hair with one hand while her other held her tight. They lay down together and soon the Minotaur’s breast rose and fell slowly as sleep reclaimed her.

  Ophelia un-wrapped Milly’s arms from around her and ducked out of the hut to pee.

  The others slumbered on despite the Amazons’ now-raucous behaviour around their fire. She could hear them talking loudly and praising her master for his vigor the night prior, they were wondering if he and the girls were up to a second such performance tonight.

  She shuddered at the memory of the horrible morning, the tea had helped immensely and she fully intended to see about obtaining the recipe. After she had relieved herself she walked back towards the hut, not trusting herself to find it from the air.

  As she neared their quarters she spotted Jez, who was sitting in the dirt propped against one of the other huts.

  “Jez, are you alright?” Ophelia approached the green skinned girl, concern in her voice.

  “No! I’m not alright!” She cried as she gave a great hiccup; “I’m hungry! And I’m horny!”

  “Oh! Well, let’s get you something to-”

  Before she could finish her thought Jez’s tongue shot out and wrapped around her ankle.

  “Jez what-”

  “Ah tow oo ah wash ungy!”

  Ophelia blinked, trying to make sense of the inebriated girl’s words.
Jez rolled her eyes and abruptly yanked the beautiful butterfly off of her feet with a jerk of her head.

  Miranda had opted for a late night soak instead of partaking in the Amazon’s second night of revels; she knew that Amazon parties tended to get a little crazy when they got into their mead and brandy.

  Which is why she wasn’t surprised in the least when she rounded a corner and found Ophelia clawing at the ground and trying to dislodge one dainty foot from Jezebel’s distended throat.

  She just stared while toweling at her hair.

  “Miranda! Please tell her I’m not food!” Ophelia squeaked.

  Jez made a noise of disagreement and swallowed, pulling another few inches of Flutterby ankle into her mouth.

  Miranda tilted her head as she worked the water out of one ear while considered the situation, eventually she shrugged and walked away, turning her head and speaking over her shoulder.

  “After she’s done eating, tell my little froggy that I’ll be waiting in our hut, I have another job for that magical tongue of hers!”

  Ophelia cried out after her but Miranda was already gone.

  She needn’t have worried though as it was only a few seconds later that Jez released her, Miranda’s erotic promise too much to pass up. The Gripau hopped unsteadily after her bond-mate while Ophelia flopped down onto her back and let out a long-suffered sigh.

  Escrya found her like that a few minutes later.

  “Are your quarters so unsatisfactory that you prefer the bare ground?” The young Amazon asked, her voice uncertain.

  Ophelia opened her mouth, but then realized that she had no idea where to begin, so instead she just sat up as Escrya helped her to her feet.

  “No dear, the quarters are quite lovely.”

  Escrya nodded, then quirked her head as she regarded the Flutterby, curiosity writ on her features.

  “Forgive me if this is too private a question, but how do you manage to share your husband amongst so many wives?”

  Ophelia smiled wryly at the Amazon’s words then leaned in and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper.

  “Group sex.”

  Escrya blushed to the roots of her hair.

  “I, that is, what. But… huh?”

  “I won’t pretend that it doesn’t have its challenges, but I love my bond-sisters dearly and we work together to make sure no one gets left out. I don’t know what the future holds for you dear, but I hope it holds the kind of love that we have found together. And if I may make a suggestion?”