Princess to Pleasure Slave 24: Fallen Valkyrie Edition

by Amanda Clover

  The deathborn carried Leila into a cell that was slightly larger and furnished with a bed frame with a mattress and blanket that seemed clean. There was even a basin of water and washcloth. Leila hardly noticed such amenities. She screamed in terror as the kobolds forced her into the cell and sealed her inside. She fell upon her knees and crumpled, sobbing at the thought of being held in the deepest, darkest jail of Jotunheim. She was a prisoner of the mortal enemies of the Valkyries. Even with her youth and inexperience, she knew enough to be terrified.

  Minutes became an hour and the slender Valkyrie climbed atop the bed and pulled the blanket over her naked body. She could not sleep for the sounds of torment echoing through the depths, but she at least managed to stop sobbing and trembling. She stared as the smooth stone of the ceiling and briefly wondered what magic or monstrous creature might have carved such jail from the red rock.

  The click of high-heeled boots in the stone passageway roused Leila from her reverie. She lifted her head as the dark, voluptuous shape of the elf witch appeared at the door to Leila's cell. Leila sat up and backed against the wall. She pulled her knees up to her chest and circled them with her arms.

  The cell door opened and the witch entered. Her malevolent beauty seemed to fill the cell completely. She towered over the petite Valkyrie.

  "Oh, sweet Leila," the witch chuckled, pouting out her lip. "You look so sad. I have come to keep you company for a while. Or would you rather the deathborn pay you another visit?"

  "N-no," moaned Leila.

  The witch sat properly on the edge of Leila's bed. The contour's of the elf's shapely body were described within the shimmering black gown. Even her erect nipples were intimately visible through the tight material. Leila felt a warmth stirring in her loins and looked quickly away from the witch's breasts.

  "We have not been properly introduced," said the witch. "I am Irinica, the shadow witch, and believe me, sweet Valkyrie, I understand your predicament. When Jotun brought his giants and kobolds to the lands of the high elves the only way my father, the king, could save our people, was to offer me as a consort to Jotun. Can you imagine such a thing? However cruel Jotun may seem, Leila, he rewards loyalty and strength. My magic and my willingness to serve him elevated me to his side. No giant among his horde can touch me now. Do you see?"

  Leila nodded her head slightly. She was clever enough to understand what Irinica was doing, trying to manipulate her opinion of Jotun, but just naive and terrified enough for that manipulation to slightly work. Leila knew little of Jotun's story, only the basic one in which the giants ruled the earth and Noden and the Valkyries cast them down and saved the mortal races.

  Irinica reached a pale, long-fingered hand out and caressed Leila's leg. The young Valkyrie pulled her knees even more tightly against her pert breasts.

  "It is alright," whispered Irinica. She smiled and gazed at Leila with her violet-tinged eyes. "I will not harm you, Valkyrie. I am no torturer. Do not be afraid of my touch."

  Leila was more afraid of the sudden warmth in her body when the witch touched her than the actual touch. Leila could not understand why she was reacting with these strange feelings. She had experienced some of them when the men had tried to undress her in the public house, but she had experienced them more strongly when Sigrid had cradled her against the softness of her breasts to keep warm.

  Irinica moved closer on the bed and took Leila's hands. The Valkyrie did not resist. She stared up into Irinica eyes as the comely elf moved closer and closer, her darkness seeming to surround them both.

  There was a strange feeling inside Leila, like being turned upside down, and then she was sitting on a large four-poster bed covered in dark purple satin cushions. She was dressed in a virginal white gown that was both modest in its cut and revealing in its flimsiness.

  "This is my place, little one," said Irinica, standing beside the bed and seeming even more beautiful and powerful than before. "I made this with my magic. It exists and yet it does not. Time is without meaning here. We could stay for hours or days and only a moment will have passed in your cell."

  Leila knew magic could do many things, but this seemed to be power beyond portals and bolts of deadly energy. The room around her was lit by the soft glow of candles by the dozens. There was an enormous book case and a study desk as well as table piled up with a sumptuous feast. There was even a small window that seemed to show daylight through the heavy curtains.

  Irinica walked over to the window and pulled the curtains back to reveal a daylight view of a gorgeous white palace set high in the mountains. The incredible stonework straddled a waterfall and was surrounding by ancient, golden trees.

  "It was my home," said Irinica, her pale skin seeming to become golden in the daylight. "This place remains because of the bargain my father struck with Jotun. This is why I do the many things I do, little one."

  Leila stood up from the bed and walked to the window. Irinica slid an arm around Leila's slender shoulders and Leila felt the weight of one of Irinica's breasts pressed against her side. She gazed out the window and watched a flock of white birds like cranes take flight from the river.

  "It is beautiful," murmured Leila. "Can we go there?"

  "No," said Irinica. "It is the sacrifice I make. I may only look from afar."

  She turned to Leila. "You will never return to Valheim. But in the service of Jotun, you may be able to save Valheim. I did, on that day you and I first met. I convinced the king of giants that capturing Sigrid, greatest hero of the Valkyries, would be a prize worth losing the battle. He arranged his forces to lure her out and capture her. I am sorry you were caught up in that trap."

  Though Irinica had admitted that she was responsible for Leila's predicament, the young Valkyrie hardly noticed. She felt warm all over as she gazed into Irinica's violet eyes and felt the soft jostle of the witch's bosom against her arm. Leila thought it strange how Irinica had seemed so cruel before, her smile so mocking, and now it seemed so sweet. Her lips seemed to call out to Leila to kiss them.

  Irinica closed the curtains on the window and returned the room to a softer candlelit atmosphere.

  "You do not have to be alone in this difficult time." The witch spoke softly and touched Leila on her chin. "I am here for you, Leila. Here to show you how you may serve Jotun without betraying your nature as a Valkyrie."

  Irinica moved her full lips very close to Leila's. Her breath was warm and spicy-sweet, like an exotic flower that played its petals across Leila's softly parted lips. The young Valkyrie looked up into the witch's violet eyes and saw tiny flecks that seemed to shiver and pulse with magical energy.

  "Speak your desire, Leila," whispered Irinica. "Say it aloud. Do not be ashamed. What do you want?"

  "Y-you," whispered Leila.

  "I am here for you," said Irinica, a smile on her lips. "I will show you the way."

  Leila closed her eyes and nearly swooned into Irinica's embrace. The witch caught the slender Valkyrie with an arm around Leila's back, just beneath her wings, and Irinica gently brushed a lock of pale blonde hair away from Leila's face. Irinica's kiss was chaste, but lingered, holding the warmth between them as she carried the young Valkyrie to the satin-cushioned bed. Irinica lowered Leila carefully and climbed atop the bed with her.

  The sheer gown bunched up beneath Leila and slid up her long, slender legs as Irinica pressed atop her. Their size difference seemed even more exaggerated as Irinica's breasts spread heavily atop Leila's modest mounds and the elf raised her shapely backside as she knelt over Leila. Irinica's long fingers curled into the lace straps of the gown and slid it down from Leila's shoulders. The Valkyrie gasped as the raven-haired elf plated several soft kisses along her collarbone and moving down as the gown caught on Leila's jutting nipples.

  "Say it again," whispered Irinica, teasing her tongue against Leila's chest, just above the modest swell of the Valkyrie breasts. "Confess your desire to me."

  "You," whined Leila, her face hot with shame. "I desire a woma
n. I desire you, Irinica."

  This desire was corrupted, Leila knew, for women should not know women in the eyes of Noden. However much this seductive elf had coaxed out this lust, Leila also knew it already lurked within her, from the moment of her dream-birth, a desire as primal as her warrior nature.

  "A brave admission for a Valkyrie," purred Irinica. "Your sisters would have punished you for this. I will reward you, Leila."

  The warm weight of Irinica slid down Leila's trembling body. The elf plucked the gown over Leila's pert breasts, exposing her soft, pale mounds. To Leila they seemed embarrassing tiny compared to the ample womanhood of Sigrid or the soft and squishy plentitude of Irinica's bosom. Nevertheless, the elf seemed to take great delight in Leila's creamy mounds and pale pink nipples.

  "So lovely," cooed the elf and she ran the fingers of both hands gently over Leila's breasts. She played with the flexible tenderness of Leila's nipples, bending them and lightly pinching both, using them to gently lift the softness of Leila's breasts.

  “Ahhh!” The young Valkyrie cried out as pleasure and a little pain shot through her. She arched beneath the touch of the witch as the pale skinned elf chuckled softly.

  Irinica leaned down and her lips pressed to Leila’s. The Valkyrie gasped against the elf’s kiss and yielded her yearning mouth to the witch’s teasing tongue. Leila’s body felt aflame with her growing desire. Part of her wanted to fight against this burning lust, but it was too powerful. Her tongue slipped past Irinica’s tongue and tasted the secret sweetness of the elf’s mouth.

  “Yesss,” hissed Irinica. “Feel my body against yours.”

  The skintight black gown Irinica wore evaporated like smoke and the smooth warmth of her body pressed down against Leila. The Valkyrie gasped as she felt Irinica’s warm thigh and the fullness of the elf’s soft, squishy breasts. Irinica pushed up on her hands and dangled her enormous mounds, teasing the fat, lavender-tinted nipples back and forth against Leila’s sensitive buds as the two women passionately kissed.

  Leila’s diaphanous gown dissolved just as easily beneath Irinica’s hands, drifting away from the Valkyrie’s firm, petite body in wisps of sweet-smelling smoke. Irinica’s kiss moved from Leila’s lips and back to her shoulder. This time, the elf continued lower, sliding the warmth of her body along Leila’s as her lips teased against Leila’s left nipple. Irinica moaned softly, running her tongue around the pink bud before covering it in the warm, wet suction of her mouth.

  “Ahhhh! Oh, what are you doing?!” Leila cried, grasping Irinica’s head by her silky hair and arching beneath the witch. Irinica sucked insistently at the Valkyrie’s nipple before popping her lips free and moving to Leila’s other breasts. While the witch tormented Leila’s right nipple in the same manner, Irinica’s fingers teased Leila’s other nipple. The Valkyrie could not hold still beneath the witch. She arched and moaned and squirmed against Irinica’s warm body.

  Leila had never imagined such pleasures. She had known only the brief martial training she had received from her sisters before being plunged into the battle to defend Valheim. What the warm mouth and devilish tongue of the witch did to her tender nipples was as debilitating in its way as a grievous injury on the battlefield. But so much nicer, she thought, as she clung to Irinica’s body and spread her legs beneath the witch.

  Irinica purred at Leila’s surrender. The witch’s powerful thigh pressed against Leila’s bare pussy, against her delicate folds and the tiny bud of her clit, and the Valkyrie new a sort of pleasure she had never felt before. She gasped loudly. Irinica’s lips began to move lower and her voluptuous weight shifted from Leila’s tone tummy. Irinica’s breasts dragged over Leila’s mound and she gasped even louder as one fat nipples slipped along the aching slit of her cunt. Irinica slid all the way between Leila’s parted thighs, pulling the Valkyrie’s slender legs over her shoulders.

  “You have never been touched at all, have you, little Valkyrie?” Irinica purred and gently stroked her fingers over Leila’s pussy.

  “N-no,” moaned Leila. “We m-must remain pure f-for Noden.”

  “For Noden?” Irinica scoffed. “He is not here. Live for yourself, Leila.”

  Irinica kissed Leila’s inner thigh, her lips moving closer and closer to Leila’s blonde-tufted quim as her fingers caressed that delicate slit. Leila’s body thrummed with anticipation. The pleasure of the witch’s fingers was nothing compared to the warm brush of her lips against Leila’s quim. The Valkyrie cradled Irinica’s silky black hair and lifted her hips to press her quim against the witch’s kiss.

  “Mmmmmm,” moan Irinica, kissing and parting her lips to play her tongue up and down the slick furrow of Leila’s cunt. That hot tongue probed past the lips and sent a thrill of ecstasy through the young Valkyrie. She rocked her hips, fucking against the witch’s mouth with gentle strokes, feeling the tongue against her maidenhead.

  “A true virgin,” laughed Irinica. “Of course. Relax, my sweet. I will remedy that.”

  “What?” Leila lifted her head. She did not fully understand what was happening.

  “Only a prick, so to speak,” murmured Irinica as she gazed up at Leila with her violet eyes. “Take a deep breath.”

  Leila inhaled and watched uncertainly. Irinica thrust two fingers into the exquisitely tight channel of Leila’s quim. The thrusting fingers pressed for a moment at the tender membrane before that tight veil split beneath the pressure. Leila gasped at the sharp pain that shot through her. Hot blood welled from the injury.

  “There is magic in a virgin’s blood,” says Irinica. She withdrew her blood-smeared fingers and licked them clean. Leila whimpered and Irinica leaned her face between the Valkyrie’s slender thighs and sucked insistently at her folds. The pale elf drank the virgin blood of the Valkyrie and the warm suction of her mouth quickly erased the sensations of pain. A bit of healing magic on the tip of Irinica’s tongue mended any discomfort with a warm throb.

  “Ohhhhhh, Irinica,” gasped Leila. Her pain was forgotten as the witch’s tongue pushed much deeper inside her. That tongue seemed to reach far deeper than possible and slip and slide against Leila’s growing contractions of pleasure. The slender Valkyrie whimpered with ecstasy and thrust her tight cunt against the witch’s mouth.

  “It feels so good,” cried Irinica. “Like I am falling. Like… ahhhh… like I am flying. AHHHHH!”

  Leila bucked her slender hips as pleasure burst within her body. It was the rising of a sun, the blossoming of springs first flower, or a cannonade on a fresh battlefield. As her contractions rippled through her, she realized these metaphors were inadequate. This was like nothing that had come before. Her entire body seemed to be caught in the witch’s flicking tongue and sucking mouth.

  Her shuddering pleasure descended from its peak and Leila felt a warm glow of happiness. She smiled as Irinica lifted her head from between Leila’s thighs.

  “Is it… is it like that every time?” The Valkyrie asked.

  “With me,” said Irinica, smiling knowingly and climbing atop Leila. “It will never be quite the same, but it will be every bit as good.”

  The two women kissed and their bodies tangled in a lusty embrace. Leila tasted herself on the lips of the witch. She no longer denied herself the passion she felt for Irinica and her hands roamed the warm curves they were too timid to explore earlier. She stroked Irinica down to the witch’s shapely hips and around to the firm mounds of her buttocks.

  “You should learn to pleasure me as well, Leila,” whispered Irinica between kisses. “I have so much to teach you, but that can be your first lesson. Would you like that?”

  “Yes!” Leila cried.

  Irinica rolled off of Leila and sat back against the cushions. The witch spread her creamy thighs to reveal the narrow black strip of hair that pointed the way to her glistening cunt. Leila was entrance by the way Inrica’s breasts moved and changed shape depending on her position. Resting on her back at an angle, the pale breasts formed two wide mountains of smooth flesh cap
ped with peaks of pale lavender areolas and thick, stiff nipples.

  “You like them, don’t you?” Irinica chuckled and reached up to squeeze her breasts. “Come and have a feel, little one.”

  “Mine are so much smaller,” said the Valkyrie as she crawled closer.

  “I know you are born as adults, but you still take some time to mature into your bodies,” said Irinica. “Perhaps you will one day have breasts as large as mine. If not, I find yours quite lovely. I am sure Jotun will be pleased. Go on, Leila. Touch me.”

  Leila tentatively reached out and felt Irinica’s breasts. They were so soft they reminded Leila of the wineskins the healers among the Valkyries carried on the battlefield. She gently pinched one of the lavender-tinted nipples and Irinica let out a soft hiss of pleasure. The Valkyrie began to squeeze and massage the warm mounds of Irinica’s breasts. For the first time, she took the initiative and kissed the witch. Their lips met and mouths opened. Their tongues performed a torrid dance as Leila played with Irinica’s breasts.

  “Kiss them,” gasped Irinica. “Suck them like a tot sucks at her mother.”

  “Yes,” whispered Leila, her body once more aflame with lust. She found that when she gathered Irinica’s breasts up and squeezed them together, the nipples were quite close and she leaned down to run her tongue over both of them at almost the same time. Irinica moaned with apparent pleasure. Leila let the soft mounds spread back across Irinica’s chest and she leaned lower, running her tongue round a nipple before covering it with her open mouth and sucking. The soft flesh pulled into her mouth and popped wetly against her lips.

  “Oh, you like it,” laughed Irinica.

  “Mmmmm,” agreed Leila.

  She moaned and sucked more greedily, drawing the softness into her mouth and relishing the witch’s warm flesh. She sucked and flicked her tongue against Irinica’s nipple and as she did she felt a strange contentment. Perhaps it was that she was never nursed like a human born child and had grown fully formed from her mother’s dream. This was what she craved, a warm tit in her mouth and a nipple to suckle like cooing babe.