RE: Aegroto Dum Anima Est, Spes Est. [ Izzy x Guy]
Thyra cocked a brow to the short response given by Ragnar. They had become good companions over the many seasons they had known each other for, and shared in light comedy. To hear nothing of the raid, or some remark about his conquest other than to dress her, was strange. She nodded, as he walked on. If he hadn’t marched off in the direction of Sigrid’s hut, Thyra could have sworn he was infatuated.
Onwards she went, pushing the wood door open to Ragnar’s stone home. The torches and fire had died out long ago, but in such warm weather, very little heat was needed during the day. Sunlight filled his home, as Thyra made her way to his chambers, and she found the fair Castalia. Her white skin practically glowing from the sun’s rays. Her hair such a warm colour. Had Ragnar taken himself a wife from one of the surrounding villages? He mentioned a priestess, surely she was not a worshiper of Roman deities. Thyra quietly entered, picking up the torn dress and broken clasps. These were definitely Roman crafted. Thyra looked back to the sleeping woman. Disgust grew at the pit of her stomach, but faded quickly as she watched her sleeping so soundly. She didn’t look like any other Roman they had captured before. She certainly did not smell like one. Thyra felt pity for the young priestess, for if she were Roman, she would not have been handled with care by Ragnar that past night.
She left Castalia to sleep a little longer, taking the torn dress and a handful of gold pieces from Ragnar’s home to a tailor in their village. She gave him coin to have the dress repaired, and chose out an outfit for the meek female.
* * *
Sigrid’s hands skillfully removed his garments, before pressing up against his thighs to rest on his hip bones. Already she had opened her mouth to receive his cock. She sucked gently on it until it became erect. Her tongue slithered about the hardening head, coaxing it to grow to its full length. This was the difference between someone as skilled as Sigrid, and his little Castalia. Her head of red hair began to bob back and forth on his cock, eventually taking him down her throat without much of a whimper. Oh! How she, and many others, loved the taste of his dick. She slurped it up with much enthusiasm.
* * *
Castalia awoke to Thyra sitting on the bed beside her.
A hand twirling one of her gold locks, as a smile coming across her face as she looked down into her blue eyes, “My, aren’t you a pretty thing…”
Castalia’s cheeks burned a bright red. She was fully naked in front of another woman, in some god forsaken village, which was controlled by that cretan. Her hands reached round, and grabbed the furs on the bed to cover herself up.
Before she could even utter a word in, Thyra laughed heartily, “Don’t bother with modesty, you’ll be naked far more since you belong to Jarl,” she handed her a peach, “Eat up! You’ll need some strength for tonight no doubt.”
Castalia took the peach, sitting up on the bed.
“…Thank you,” she said almost in a whisper. She watched as Thyra stood, revealing a small pile of cloths behind her. Castalia ate and dressed herself simultaneously.
Thyra crossed her arms over her chest as she watched on, “Let’s get you washed up, hm?”
Castalia offered a small smile, as she tied this new dress on, and slipped the raggedy leather boots onto her feet. She followed Thyra out into the village. It looked much less menacing than it had last night when they first arrived. She noted the houses made of stone, instead of wood like the villagers of her settlement had. The streets had been treaded on so much, that they were relatively flat, indicated they did have much commerce going on in his village. How many people did live in this commune? Castalia followed closely behind Thyra, to wherever she was taking her.
Once her eyes fell on a stone building which steam rose from, she knew instinctively what this was. Although it was not as ornate as the one she grew up with, Castalia felt a little comfort as they entered the bathhouse. They were lead to the female section, where it was completely vacant.
With a nod, the attendants left the room, and Thyra closed in on Castalia. Her hands quickly untied her dress, which promptly slid to the floor. She smiled again, her hands rising to cup her breasts, “You really are pretty, you know, priestess.”
Castalia shuddered. Here was another person who thought it was their right to handle her. She cooed softly, having Thyra brush her thumbs over her nipples. Once again her cheeks turned pink. Castalia smiled up to the woman, “Am I? Jarl Ragnar never mentioned to this last night… and being in such company of a beautiful woman, I feel my looks fleeting,”
Thyra’s right hand trailed down her side, dipping between her legs. Her fingers found her sopping wet slit. A grin came over her face, as she began to rub Castalia’s clit. Castalia whimpered almost immediately. “You find me beautiful? I wouldn’t believe you, if you weren’t already so wet…”
Castalia’s face grew even darker with blush. “Of course I do,” Her hands began to tug away her cloths, revealing her hardened body. Thyra who was very much a woman, had strong muscles and little fat, making her a terribly strong fighter. Many times she had defended their village. Castalia leaned into Thyra kissing her collar bone, “But… we shouldn’t continue… won’t this anger Jarl Ragnar?”
“Aren’t you a little minx…” Thyra dipped her head down to kiss Castalia. Her left arm leaving her breast to wrap about Castalia’s waist. Castalia stood up on her toes to return the kiss, which stifled her moans as Thyra rubbed her clit harder. Thyra’s tongue licked at Castalia’s lips before pushing past them to play with her little tongue. She could taste Ragnar in her mouth. This made her groan. She normally never played with Ragnar’s things, but this one was far too sweet. Castalia didn’t know strife like their people, her skin was so much softer from being pampered, her breasts and ass were fat from this lifestyle. Thyra just had to taste this peach.
Their breasts pressed to eachother’s in their embrace. Thyra’s left hand reached down to grip her plush bottom, as her fingers worked Castalia up to an orgasm. Castalia’s hands clung to the back of this woman, dragging her nails down as she reached her breaking point. Hot juices squirted over her hand. To the delight of Thyra, she pulled away from this kiss, just as Castalia was sucking on her tongue.
“I bet Ragnar never showed you that you were capable of squirting, hm?”
Castalia’s legs wobbled just slightly, as Thyra’s hand continued. “P-please stop… what if he finds out?”
Thyra laughed some, “The amount of times he has watched women make love to each other, and then to him, cannot be counted. He loves having his girls fuck each other, why, he would be so ecstatic from hearing you have pleased a woman, he would shower you with such fine gifts!”
Castalia cried out as she once again gushed over Thyra’s hand, producing quite the puddle where they stood, “N-no!!” Her hands slid down to sit on Thyra’s hips. “I-I am sure Lord Ragnar would much rather watch wouldn’t he?”
Thyra who was grinning with much perversion, stopped her fun. So this is why he was so enthralled? Because she was so determined to serve him? Thyra’s face grew more serious as she looked down to her, “Do you think so highly of him? Wasn’t it last night that he had you? Why do you care?”
Castalia was trembling at this point. She did not think highly of him, she did not find this woman beautiful, she did not want to be here. Feeling their hands on her skin burned. She hated all of it, and all of them. But she couldn’t let that show. Never. Ever. Tears formed as she thought of the events of last night, but still she nodded, “Yes, he is a god, and it is my duty to worship him, and to obey his law.”
Weary of this conversation, Thyra’s hands came to Castalia’s shoulders, “Fine then. I will train you to worship him properly,” She pushed Castalia back. She slipped hard onto the floor, and cried out in pain as her body hit the ground. Before she could even move, Thyra was sitting on her face, her clit pressing against her chin, her nose pushing against her ass. Thyra held down her arms with her knees, and her legs with her elbows. Quickly she began to fuck Castalia’s little pussy with her fingers. Castalia’s screams where muffled, as her mouth moved against Thyra’s dripping cunt.
Thyra moaned, “That’s right, now use more tongue. I won’t let you breath until you satisfy me properly. Knowing how to make a woman orgasm will help you better serve your precious gods.”
Castalia lapped away at Thyra’s vagina. Her tongue working away at it, like it had last night, but this time it pressed harder, her tongue laying fat as it dragged upwards. She was like a hungry dog, lapping away at Thyra’s womanhood. She moaned happily, “Deeper~ little priestess!”
And so she did. Tilting her head just slight, Castalia forced her tongue deep into Thyra’s pussy, swirling it around like she had done with her tongue. Thrya slipped yet another finger into Castalia’s tight little pussy, fucking it it vigorously. Time and time again, Castalia orgasmed over Thrya’s hand. Finally when her pussy became too swollen to fit a single finger, Thyra began to lick and suck at her folds. Such a delicacy!
Castalia struggled against Thyra, moaning into her pussy as she was forced to eat her out. Was this all that their village was? Rapist? Thyra swivelled her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against Castalia’s face. Castalia lost track of what she was doing, every time she moved, she was given something new to focus on. She would inhale deeply before sucking on her clit, sticking out her tongue to drag along her vagina, before it pushed into her second hole. Over and over this game was played, until finally Thyra orgasmed. Castalia swallowed it all, hoping she would honour her promise. But she didn’t. This continued for what seemed to be hours.
Then finally Thyra dismounted her. Castalia sat up, and looked to the woman who was smiling ever so happily. Thrya now sat with her legs in the hot water. “How was your lesson, little priestess?” Castalia quickly took to her feet. It took much strength to walk proudly over to the bath. Her legs shook despite all her concentration. She carefully stepped down the steps into the water before turning to face Thyra. She walked over, and placed her hands on her legs.
She caressed them gently, “Most informative…” She closed her eyes and took her nipple into her mouth. Her hand finding away to her pussy, where two digits entered her.
Thyra moaned lowly, “What a good girl you are~”
It was then that the doors to the bathhouse were open, and Jarl Ragnar was lead in to find his missing servant. Castalia pulled away to see him enter. Something about seeing him made her heart skip. So many emotions flowed through her, as she exclaimed, "My lord!" She abandoned all thought of decency, and ran out of the bath, straight towards him, tears already forming in her eyes. She was so happy to see him, after her painful ‘lesson’ from Thyra. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, whimpering softly, “I-I have missed you so,” Her body was shaking from the travesty.
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