Message-ID: <7535eli$9801191718@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Marsupalami" Subject: story-Departure Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: -- Celtic Readings http://www.celticfire.com/readings/index.htm Celtic Thistle http://www.geocities.com/SiliconValley/Park/1299 Departure For a month now, Sigurd had enjoyed Brynhild's sensual delights, but it was time to find a wise king to give his warrior's service to. He looked to the east, and knew the kingdom he sought was there. Odin's magic had kept them both warm and fed. Sigurd had claimed Brynhild's body many times over as she had claimed him from the first he found her. A reputation was something he needed to build outside this place. It was not something that could be found on this mountain. Brynhild saw her lover gazing to the east with a very thoughtful look in his eyes. She came up to him and wrapped her silken arms about him. "What ails you?" she asked. He turned about and looked into her sea-blue eyes. "Princess, we have to part, but only for a short time. Freya will bring us back together when she sees we are ready." "I know the ways of the warrior. Many battle fields I have seen in my service as a Valkyrie. You must find a lord to serve. I know the gods will be generous. We will be together soon." "Such understanding. I see why Odin let you have your choice even when he condemned you." "We should make our last night a celebration, not a mourning. We will feast on the finest fruits, the choicest meats, and the richest wine, and when our bellies are full, we will indulge in another feast of each other." "No dessert could be sweeter." "Come, let us gather what we need." Brynhild lifted the hem of her cornflower- blue tunic, and skipped down to the storehouse that had been made for them. It held preserved meats and fish. There was a rich sausage which was called cervalat in Sigurd's native language. There were apples, pears, grapes, and berries. Rich, sharp cheeses, and some dark red wine and amber ale to wash it down with. It was simple fare, but more than adequate. Sigurd took a cloth and spread it on the ground, and Brynhild set the food upon it. She filled a drinking horn with the rich wine, and handed it to Sigurd. She then drew another for herself. The vintage was dry, yet flavourful, and it flooded their senses with warmth. They indulged slowly in the feast before them, savoring the simple hedonism. The wine filled Brynhild with warmth and bravado. She wanted no more of this meal at this time. She drained the drinking horn, and set it aside. Her eyes had darkened to a rich, dark blue, almost like midnight, and Sigurd knew she was ready for passion he was more than ready to supply. "We can eat later," said Sigurd. "We should. We will need this food to supply us later. I plan to have you many time this night," declared Brynhild. "In many ways?" "We shall see..." No urging was needed. Quickly, they removed the simple clothing they wore, and were not ashamed, not even cold. "Let me imprint myself to you, my love, so you will not be tempted by another pretty face whilst on you travels," said Brynhild. "How would you do so?" asked Sigurd. Brynhild answered with a slow, sweep of her silky, blond tresses over his chest, then down to his abdomen, over his thighs, knees, calves, and around his feet. She traveled the same path back, but stopped atop his phallus, and swirled her satiny hair about it. Sigurd bucked slightly at this new sensation. She had touched him only with her hair! Such glorious hair that it could make a man like him so vulnerable and curious. What would she do next? She pulled away, and met him face to face, and planted a simple kiss on his lips that still tasted of wine. "Did you like that?" she asked. "Very much." She toyed with one of Sigurd's shoulder-length golden locks. "Would you do the same?" "If can get as pleasure as I, I would." "I shall try." Sigurd followed her lead, and let his hair flow over the same path on her body as she had done to him. When he reach her mound of Freya, he took a small lock of hair, and ran it through the slit. She wiggled as it slid over her pink jewel, and her juices started to flow. Sigurd took advantage of this position to bring her to readiness. He parted her enough to see the jewel, and teased at it with his tongue, as she had done to his phallus many times since that first day. She tasted sweet, for she was ripe with want. She ground her hips against him as he continued this assault upon the core of her, until she could not contain the sound from within. "Dearest Sigurd! What madness has Loki placed on you! Ohhh! Such wickedness! More! More!" He continued until she crested into her own world. She came back quickly to him. "Take me! Such is the desire I have!" "Not until you have done such to me. I promise, my seed will only spill where you want it to." "I will do so, but only until I can take so much. Can you not see how my juices flow hot for you? Loki has put a madness on you." "Even Loki would appreciate such lovely lips about him? Am I not right?" "I would not know. I am not in the habit of giving the gods such favours, but if it will make you sate me quickly, I shall do as you ask. Do not be surprised if my hands move down to do the same. I seek pleasure the same as you, and I can have more of it." 'If you must..." Brynhild drew herself down to his phallus, and enveloped him with her warm mouth. Her teeth lightly grazed upon the hard flesh, and her tongue tickled that secret place upon it that few knew of. Sigurd groaned when she did this, such a delight it was. She tried not to smile while doing her ministrations, even though, she knew that she was pleasing him very well. She slid up and down upon him, making him jolt at times as she drew upon him. 'Turn on your side," she whispered. Sigurd did as instructed, and she continued to tease him with her lips and tongue. This gave him a full view of her lush body as she did as she had promised, and moved her hand to her sex. He watched as she played with the pick folds and the hard, pink button which was a woman's most pleasurable place. Watching her give herself such delight as she gave it to him at the same time was a double pleasure. She arched back as the climax took her, and drew him in so deeply, he wondered if she would let go. She pulled away to catch her breath, and the timing was very good, for Sigurd thought he might lose his seed within her heavenly mouth if she had not stopped. He had promised that he would not. He pulled her up and turned her over. He reached down to her core, and found her very ready. "I see you have no fear of being wanton." "I never have. Fill me now, else I die of want!" Sigurd said nothing, and drove into her slick warmth that awaited him. Brynhild clenched herself about him, then let him go, and repeated the process, urging him to plunder the riches within her. She placed her strong legs over his broad shoulders, and he plunging into her, over and over, taking her to the top of many a hedonistic mountain, only to plummet , then bring her up again. She found herself dizzy, flush from the many times she came to a climax, then was pushed over the edge. Her golden hair was wet with her sweat, and her body glistened with it from the actions. Sigurd rode harder and harder until he finally met her upon one of those many mountains he had taken her to. They plummeted together into an ebbing sea of satisfaction. "This is our last time until you have made your name known to the world," said Brynhild. "That is why you were looking to the east." "The kingdom in which I will make my name is there. I shall be back soon," said Sigurd. "Not soon enough." They dressed quickly as not to catch a chill, and Sigurd made preparations for his departure. Within the hour, he was upon Greyfell, and riding to the east. Odin came for his fallen valkyrie to take her home to Lymdale. She was very quiet, but her blue eyes were hopeful. The world's greatest warrior was to be hers forever... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |