Princess to Pleasure Slave 24: Fallen Valkyrie Edition

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, yes, masssster,” she gasped, her perverse pleasure driven by an image of his decapitated kobold head decorating the palace’s trophy room in Valheim. She came harder than she ever had before, her tender inner walls clutching at Skrettek’s slippery cock, heedless of the deathborn watching her and the human slave standing beside her.

  “You insatiable Noden-whore!” Skrettek roared with pleasure. He pulled his cock out and spurted his warm seed onto her folds and over her buttocks. He leaned over her and kissed her neck. His breath was a hot whisper at her ear as he said, “You are my favorite slave, Noden-whore. Perhaps someday I will visit you in the brothel.”

  Skrettek gave her a parting smack on her cum-splashed bottom and grunted to the deathborn, “Take her and the other slave to the baths.”

  The deathborn snapped to attention. Skrettek departed and the red-eyed kobolds marched Sigrid and Daemne to the steamy cavern containing the pools of mineral water.

  “Clean up,” grunted one of the deathborn. The warriors stood aside, but watched as Daemne took Sigrid’s hands and guided the Valkyrie into the opaque blue mineral water. The water was just short of scalding hot and Sigrid moaned as the pool swallowed her up. Daemne produced soaps, a brush, and a soft cloth from a basket and she began to clean the filth caked on Sigrid’s body.

  “Mmmmmmm,” moaned Sigrid as Daemne’s surprisingly strong hands massaged the soreness from her shoulders and back. The slave girl’s soft breasts began to rub back and forth against Sigrid’s back and shoulders and over the damp feathers of her wings. The sweet-smelling soap mingled with the strong mineral scent of the water.

  The human certainly was not shy with her touch. Daemne scrubbed and caressed Sigrid’s hips, her buttocks, between them, and finally the soft furrow of Sigrid’s cunt. Sigrid moaned softly and turned around in the water. Her soapy breasts pressed against the human’s soft mounds and they pressed together.

  “May I kiss you?” Sigrid asked.

  “Of course, Valkyrie,” whispered Daemne. “Use me however you like.”

  “Use you?” Sigrid pulled back. “No, I do not want to use you. I want to kiss you. I want to touch someone who is not trying to punish me or hurt me.”

  “Yes,” said Daemne, her green eyes large and youthful. “Yes, you may kiss me, Valkyrie.”

  “My name is Sigrid,” she said and kissed Daemne with unexpected hunger. There was pleasure to be found in the hot bath with the beautiful human. Their bodies writhed together, their hands explored, and their lips were equally generous. Beside the pool, the deathborn flogged their filthy cocks, but Sigrid shut them out of her mind and focused on the human.

  “You are so beautiful,” whispered Daemne. She kissed Sigrid’s neck and moved her lips closer to Sigrid’s ear. “There is a silver knife beneath the cushions of Jotun’s bed. It is poison-dipped and will paralyze the giant king. You—“

  “No more talking!” Snapped one of the deathborn. He grabbed a handful of Daemne’s red hair and pulled her away from Sigrid. “Put your mouth on cock.”

  Sigrid watched as the human was forced to finish the deed of pleasuring both kobolds. Once they were satisfied, they demanded Sigrid step out of the pool. They provided her with a poorly-made gown of flimsy fabric that clung to her damp body.

  “You go to Jotun now,” snapped one of the deathborn.

  “Farewell, Daemne,” said Sigrid. “I will not forget you.”

  “Keep walking,” snarled one of the deathborn as he shoved Sigrid in her back.

  Screams of pain echoed through the hallway as she was marched out of the depths and into a winding tunnel that passed into polished black stone. The palace of Jotunheim, she realized as she began to notice gilded carvings that depicted giants triumphant. In one relief the giants battled with dwarves, in another they stood triumphant over the great Valkyrie Hilla, who was beheaded by Jotun after her fall. This demented history of the giants and their kobold servants continued on the walls for seemingly a mile.

  She was finally brought into the palace itself, paraded in her flimsy gown past deathborn in golden armor and various visiting trolls, ogres, and hobgoblins. These horrible dignitaries smirked and muttered and Sigrid looked away in shame. She felt as if they knew she was bound for the bed of the giant king. She knew word had surely spread throughout the planes and kingdoms of evil that Jotun had captured living Valkyries. She was Jotun’s pet, being displayed to rivals.

  Sigrid became conscious of the way the flimsy gown clung to her shapely body, cinched between her buttocks and revealed the full glory of her jiggling breasts and stiff nipples. These leering beasts saw everything and her face burned with humiliation as she continued past the empty throne and into Jotun’s private quarters.

  The deathborn guards stopped outside an arched doorway hung with a curtain of shimmering gold.

  “Inside,” said one of the warriors.

  Sigrid took a deep breath. The foul stench of giants was in the air. Moans of pleasure drifted through the curtain, followed by the deep, rumbling laughter of the king. She stepped through the curtain and into a massive, domed bedroom decorated with lewd statues and lit by dozen golden lanterns. On the bed, large enough to accommodate the frame of the giant, Jotun rested on his back.

  Leila rode atop him.

  Sigrid’s eyes went wide with horror and she stifled a cry with a hand over her mouth. The young Valkyrie with the petite frame and the pale blonde hair rose and fell atop a glistening purple cock as big as Sigrid’s lower leg. It stretched the Valkyrie’s quim wide as she slid down onto Jotun and rode back up once more. She moved with the practiced ease of a veteran courtesan. A smile played on Leila’s lips and her perky breasts shuddered with her apparent pleasure.

  “Mmmwaaaahhaha,” laughed Jotun, cradling her slender hips with two giant hands. “You cannot get enough, little one.”

  “I love your cock, master,” cried Leila. To Sigrid, the young Valkyrie seemed consumed with ecstasy, riding up and down and working her hips lewdly. Sigrid’s guts twisted in despair at the sight of her sister behaving in such a manner.

  “Ah, your sister joins us,” said Jotun in a voice that rolled like thunder.

  “Sigrid!” Leila cried with delight and clapped her hands together. She looked at Sigrid over her shoulder even as her small bottom continued to rise and fall and her tiny pussy somehow stretched to accommodate the giant’s glistening purple cock.

  “Leila,” said Sigrid, trying to keep the despair from her voice. “I-I’ve… I come to serve the mighty king of the giants. Jotun, I bow before you.”

  Sigrid knelt beside the massive bed and lowered her gaze to the floor. From this angle, the Valkyrie saw beneath the cushions of the bed and spotted the leather-wrapped handle of a silver blade. It was only a few inches long, but it was long enough. She reached out to take it from its hiding place, but before she could, a huge hand reached down from the bend and lifted her up and onto the cushions.

  She gasped as she landed across Jotun’s round belly and the muscular slab of his chest. His dark, curly hairs were damp with sweat beneath her fingers. She slowly lifted her face from his rising and falling muscles and looked into the evil eyes of Jotun.

  “Mighty Sigrid,” he growled, his thick lips spreading into a smile and baring his yellowed teeth. “How many of my kobolds and giant brothers have you slain on the battlefield?”

  He dropped his hand over her back and covered her round ass with the warmth of his palm.

  “Too many, master,” she said, trying to look ashamed.

  “Yes, far too many,” he growled, familiar anger returning to his heavy brow. He squeezed her hard enough that it pinned her arms to her sides. She could hardly breathe and, for a moment, she thought he meant to crush the life from her. She did not resist and the crushing pressure eased. The smile returned to his brutal face. “Skrettek has done well with you, Sigrid. You are truly broken. My whore. My… ooohhh… my pet. Like your…”

  His head flopped back onto the cushi
ons and he murmured, “Sister.”

  “Ohhhhh, master!” Leila cried, bouncing wildly atop his cock. “Are you going to cum for me!?”

  “GRaaaaaa!” He roared with anger, sitting up and knocking Sigrid off his chest and onto the bed. He grabbed hold of Leila with both hands and lifted her off his cock. Her pussy released its hold on his huge, purple fuck pillar with a raunchy slurp. He tossed her onto the bed beside Sigrid. “Not yet, you insatiable little slut. I crave a taste of fresh Valkyrie cunt.”

  He picked Sigrid up in his hands and tore her gown from her shoulders. It ripped away as easily as an old cobweb, exposing her bountiful body, now healed of the many scratches by something Daemne did in the bath. Sigrid glimpsed Jotun looking upon her naked body with relish and she closed her eyes to escape the shame.

  “Yes, such a beauty,” he growled. His huge fingers lifted her breasts. He squeezed her soft mounds and pulled at them. “Many times have I imagined touching you. I imagined hurting you, dashing you upon the rocks of the palace in Valheim and eating your broken body. I think, instead, I will eat you alive.”

  She gasped as he lifted her up, high above his head and slowly lowered her onto his face. His mouth opened wide and his tongue, as wide as a shovel and twice as long, provided a soft, warm landing for her bottom. He carefully spread Sigrid’s legs wide and closed his lips around her cunt and cradling her ass with his tongue. He sucked and she screamed in surprise at the pleasure that rippled through her body.

  “Isn’t it wonderful?” Leila cried, climbing up onto Jotun’s chest and sprawling nude across his pectorals. “His tongue feels so good.”

  “Oh? Oh! Yesssss!” It was certainly true, the king’s enormous tongue curled and slid over Sigrid’s buttocks, between them, and across Sigrid’s hot pussy. He slurped at her quim and ran his huge tongue from one thigh to the other and back again. His hot saliva coated her loins and his rolling tongue sent waves of humiliating pleasure through her body. She could not resist the pleasure and she began to writhe and buck atop Jotun’s sucking mouth.

  Leila splayed her slender thighs apart and played with her tiny clit as she watched her sister riding atop her master’s tongue. She desperately wished she could suck at her master’s enormous cock until he covered her in his delicious seed, but she did not want to deny her sister the pleasure of being filled by Jotun’s massive member.

  “Nnnnnnnn!” The giant cried as he slurped and tongued Sigrid’s cunt. “Almost as sweet… nnnnn… as your pretty sister. But I need more, slave! I need your cunt around my cock! I need to baptize your holy womb with my seed.”

  “Oh, sister!” Leila cried with joy. “Master’s seed is so fertile. He will surely give you a child.”

  “Sister!” Sigrid cried out, unable to conceal her horror. “You bear the seed of the giant king?”

  “Of course,” said Leila, stroking her flat tummy. “For ten days I have carried it in my womb. Irinica has told me with certainty that I carry master’s son within me.”

  Sigrid felt dizzy with the news. Giantkin were as hated as the giants and few had been made with Valkyries. For them to simply exist was a great dishonor on Valheim and Noden. Sigrid could hardly think about such things as her body continued to tremble the aftershocks of the pleasure given to her by Jotun. He lifted her easily from his face and lowered her onto his lap. His enormous cock bent beneath her, like a hot tree branch between her thighs. The tip was nearly even with her breasts. A thin, strong-smelling trickle of Jotun’s precum oozed from the giant’s cockhead and down his dark purple shaft.

  “Isn’t his cock magnificent?” Leila giggled, climbing down to join Sigrid. She rubbed both hands over his tip and leaned down to eagerly lick at the glistening precum spilling from his cockslit. Jotun groaned with pleasure.

  “It’s, um, yes, it’s wonderful,” said Sigrid, still wondering how she was meant to take the giant’s cock into her body.

  “I see the fear in your face, Valkyrie,” laughed Jotun. “You think I will break you with my cock. Not hear in Jotunheim. Your body will bend to my will. Your cunt will yield to the mighty cock of Jotun.”

  He stroked her shapely hips. Sigrid looked at Leila and saw heartbreaking encouragement in her slender sister’s eyes.

  “Climb atop it,” said Jotun. “Realize your destiny as a Valkyrie: to be ruled by the giants.”

  “Y-yes,” moaned Sigrid. She felt disturbing urges to fit this massive cock inside her. Rather than resisting, she permitted these powerful urges to guide her actions. She gazed into the giant king’s evil eyes as she climbed above his cock and took hold of his enormous member with both hands. She sat her pussy down atop his slippery tip and her folds began to open. She pushed down harder, urged on by his hands on her hips, and slowly, seemingly impossibly, Sigrid’s tight velvet opening stretched to accommodate Jotun’s purple pillar of cockflesh.

  It was quite a snug fit, leaving no air between her straining walls and the bulging tip of Jotuns’ cockhead. That only made it hotter as she slipped lower and impaled her pussy deeper and deeper onto the giant’s gigantic cock.

  “Oooooh!” She cried.

  Leila embraced Sigrid, hugging her tightly and kissing her shoulder and cheek. “You are doing so well, sister. Take more. Take it all. Feel the way your body is an extension of his cock, throbbing with his pleasure.”

  Sigrid bit her lower lip and nodded in agreement with Leila. She took more and more of the giant king’s cock and she soon knew exactly what the younger Valkyrie meant. Sigrid felt as if her entire body was merely a sleeve for Jotun’s massive cock. She could hardly move at all as he held her hips in his huge hands and his fingers squeezed her round ass. With a bit of pressure, he began to move her down and then up again on his cock.

  “It’s… I can’t… I can’t breathe,” gasped Sigrid.

  Her arms flopped uselessly and her breasts bounced as Jotun moved her up and down on his cock. Somehow her body did not rupture even though her belly bulged each time he pulled her down onto his throbbing member. She felt each twitch and each jerk of his cock. She tried to move her hips in his grasp, but he was too strong and too insistent.

  “Yes,” groaned Jotun. He moved her faster and faster and groaned, “Yes! I can feel your womb against my cock!”

  He surely did. Her cunt was completely filled by his manhood, her insides stretching and rearranging to accommodate his massive member. It felt as if he were reaching up to the throat each time her buttocks slapped against Jotun’s muscular legs.

  “Oh, sister,” moaned Leila. “You look so beautiful atop him. Isn’t it glorious?”

  “Yesssss!” Sigrid cried as her body began to spasm around the giant’s cock. “Oh, yes, master! Use me! Take meeeee!”

  His mocking laughter and Leila’s coos of happiness drove Sigrid shamefully into her orgasm. Her body tensed and squeezed around Jotun’s cock. She threw back her head and wailed in his cavernous bedchamber as he fucked her up and down atop his gigantic cock.

  “My slave! My pet! Mother of my… CHILD!” He roared with pleasure and pulled her down so roughly Sigrid was sure she would split open. His balls were as big as apples in his tight sac. They tensed and his cock jerked inside of her. Sigrid’s eyes went wide as she felt the hot pressure of his first spurt of seed. It was followed by many more jerks of his cock and spurts that immediately overflowed her flooded womb and stuffed cunt.

  “It’s so hot!” She gasped, feeling his cum spurting down her thighs and dripping onto his cock. Jotun emptied his massive balls into her clutching tunnel, staying inside her even after his cock had quit jerking.

  “You will be a mother to my son,” he groaned, his cock slowly wilting inside her. “You will feed him from your beautiful breasts. You will raise him in the ways of a Valkyrie and a giant.”

  “Thank you, master,” moaned Sigrid.

  He pulled her off his deflated cock. She dripped his thick cream from her stretched pussy as he tossed her aside on the bed. She giggled and rolled playfully with
Leila. A part of Sigrid was almost happy to be seeded by Jotun, but it only took another glance at his cruel face to recall her ancestral hatred of the immortal giant king.

  “You are radiant with conception,” laughed Leila. “Never more beautiful.”

  The two Valkyries embraced and kissed. Sigrid was surprised by the way Leila touched her. Even broken and trained to pleasure Jotun, Sigrid thought it inappropriate. Leila began kissing Sigrid’s soft breasts and the older Valkyrie hid her discomfort by laughing and rolling away.

  It was no coincidence that her roll across the bed brought her closer to the blade. She leaned over the edge of the bed and reached for the secret spot beneath the cushions. Sigrid tried to ignore Leila climbing atop her back and pressing against her shoulder to kiss and suck at Sigrid’s neck.

  “Fuck her,” commanded Jotun, idly playing with his flaccid cock. “Fuck each other. Two naughty Valkyries.”

  Sigrid giggled and pretended to enjoy Leila’s kisses as she stretched down and found the handle of the knife with her fingers. She grasped it just before Leila pulled her back up onto the bed. The young Valkyrie saw the knife in Sigrid’s hand and looked at her with confusion.

  “Let us put on a show for the master,” said Sigrid, taking Leila’s hand and crawling up over Jotun’s belly and onto his massive chest. The two women fit almost perfectly atop him. Sigrid saw Leila’s confusion. She embraced the younger Valkyrie and kissed her hungrily. Sigrid murmured, “Your beauty has only grown since we have been apart.”

  Sigrid and Leila pressed together. Leila seemed to forget about the knife and Sigrid did a good job of concealing it from Jotun’s view. She did things with her younger sister she never imagined. Sigrid’s soft breasts squeezed against Leila’s modest mounds. The older Valkyrie’s fingers explored the slick groove of Leila’s pussy and she bent her head down and kissed Leila’s perky mounds of titflesh.

  They writhed together, kissing and moaning only two or three feet from Jotun’s ugly face. He groaned and reached out for them, pulling them both towards his face to enjoy the show and perhaps thrust his huge tongue into the midst of them. Before he had the opportunity, Sigrid rolled onto her side, looked him in the eyes, and lashed out at his throat with the poisoned dagger.