The Conquering Jarl I

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The Conquering Jarl IThe Conquering JarlPart I : The Voyage & TributeAs the snow melted around the village, and ice melted on the docks where her fleet was moored, Astrid knew with the warm weather, it was time to raid again. She drew in an icy breathe and walked back inside the Jarl’s Hall, HER hall. Jarl Astrid Grimmr, her name itself spoke of who she was “Fierce Beauty”. As she entered the hall and approached her wooden and bone fur lined throne, a hush fell over the crowd of Viking warriors inside feasting at her hearth. The men couldn’t divert their eyes from her beauty. Her pale milk skin s**ttered with visible old wounds from battle. As she stood in front of them, her long braided fiery red hair catching rays of sun peeking through the hatch roof. As she sat the room again lulled with noise from those feasting. Her green eyes looked about; she called for a horn of mead. The tart honey wine tantalized her mouth as it swirled down her throat; she recalled how she had been placed here in this great hall.Astrid had taken her Jarldom from a feeble man who had sense for ruling; no one seems to remember his disgraced name. He had been foolish enough to lay an unwelcomed hand on Astrid, in a feudal attempt to force her to take his proposal of marriage. In response she had chopped his manhood off, what little there was, and fed it to wolves in the night. For this she, as a shield maiden, was subject to the code of warriors, and for this offense the Jarl challenged her to single combat, to the death. If he could not have her, no one could. His plan had one small shortcoming as Jarl giresun escort he always seemed to delegate the duty of fighting to another. His last failed raid had left him without favor, the gods and his own people turned their backs. Astrid had been going on the raids since she had been a young flower blooming into the world, slashing and burning her visage into any mind unlucky enough to meet her steel. The duel couldn’t have been more unevenly matched. The man lay in a pool of his own blood in seconds.As she came back to reality and saw the people she love and protected before her, she threw her horn and head back and rose. “WE WILL RAID IN NORTH UMBRIA!” She boastingly declared to her warriors. “For GLORY, for the honor of THE GODS” she coyly smirks, “and of course for the spoils!” .Her men all let out grizzly chuckles, knowing that anything they wanted they WOULD take. She would take whatever her heart desired. After all SHE brought back slaves of her own. The long winter nights yielded way to warmer spring days; they set sail for North Umbria.The days seemed long and the weeks short on their voyage, and miraculously not one thing impeded them as they sailed. As they sail a shoreline appeared, closer and closer. They began the landing party processes, as she jump from her longship feet beating into the sand, taking her shield in hand , a crow landed upon her sword arm, perched long enough for Astrid to see that the bird had one eye, one that swirled blue purple and yellow in its iris. As soon as it had landed, it left. Astrid knew, the All Father, Odin, was granting giresun escort bayan her with his favor in battle. Soon camp was established and scouts had been dispatched. She had one last task to prepare for the coming fury her tribute to Odin and Freya. She left her capable second in command in charge as she slipped silently into the woods; she found a spot secluded by a stream, blanketed in partial moonlight. She looked about to find items to make an altar. She found several large stones on the stream’s embankment, and placed them together. As she looked up a hare s**ttered by, with a swift strike she scooped up the hare and snapped its neck. Unsheathing her dagger from her lower back she sliced the a****l open over the altar. Astrid then placed her hand into the blood and streaked her face with the warm crimson liquid. She then kneeled in front of the altar mouthing her prayers to ensure her success. Her connection to the gods in that moment caused an upwelling in her gut. She began to feel uncontrollable primal rage, as her moist womanhood began to drip from the thought of killing for her gain. Astrid filled with desire, could not resist the temptation to pleasure herself, sliding her course fingers down underneath her beltline, having her fingers flicker at her engorged clit. Her entire being immediately pulsated with passion and pleasure as she let out moans of ecstasy, the taste of blood in her mouth. One after another explosions consumed her being, inciting her to push elongated digits further into herself. While her head was writing from the pure escort giresun primal lust she was indulging in, she open her eyes for a brief moment and froze. Her eyes shot directly across from her, and behind the altar under the grove of trees. The moonlight fell upon a stranger staring right back at her. He was very tall, and muscular, but she could barely see the outline of his face, a sharp jaw, strong nose, and one eye. She hasp under her breathe, the stranger cracked a smile, removed his hood and stepped into the light in front of the altar. That EYE, it was not mortal, it burned like a flame, but only blue. “Astrid, my c***d, do you know why I am here?” He walked behind her. Astrid was frozen in fear and awe, she knew this was no stranger, this…..this was THE All-Father, Lord of Valhalla, Odin in the flesh. Crouching down he moved her braids, and kissed her neck. “SPEAK Shield Maiden!” he demanded of her. “My Lord, I” she stammered searching for the right words to speak to a god. Her face suddenly melted from frightened to sultry as she peered around,” My Lord, I have come to make tribute to you in sacrifice of blood, is there another way in which I might pay homage to you?” He chuckled, and pulled her sweet juice laden fingers to his mouth suckling the tart taste of her. “This is not the last you shall see of me MY maiden, for now I am most pleased. I will tell Freya to bestow her favor to you and your men.” Odin pulled her up, standing over her; he kissed the top of her head. “I expect much carnage maiden, we shall toast you tonight.” In the blink of an eye the mountain of god transfigured into a crow with one eye swirling blue, violet and gold. Author’s Note: Next Chapter The battle ensues, as the survivors of the locals are found in the fallout, a few are given a choice, “submit to my every whim and will or die.”

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