Chapter Twelve
Sometime later, Hakon laced up the ties that secured the high-ceilinged tent and turned to look at Sif.
She was naked, and magnificently so, lying on her back on a wide bed strewn with pillows and furs.
Her golden hair lay spread behind her like a Valkyrie’s wings, and already the scent of her arousal was mingled with the smell of the pine incense burning in a corner of the room.
Hakon was also naked, and his cock was so hard that it was painful. All he wanted to do was plunge his length into Sif’s sweet, inviting pussy, but he knew that for this ritual to succeed, he would have to call upon all of his focus and discipline.
He took a deep breath, and calmed his mind as he remembered what Baedi had taught them. He reached for the bowl of sweet honey that lay upon a table near the bed. He gathered a small amount of the honey on two fingers of his right hand.
“In Freyja’s name,” he said, “I salute your breasts. The givers of life and nourishment, the sources of joy and pleasure.” Gently, his lightly honeyed fingers circled her nipples, leaving her areolas with a small amount of the sweetly scented liquid.
His fingers worked with increasing firmness, and Sif’s nipples stiffened in response.
She moaned and arched her back slightly.
Hakon lowered his head and licked delicately at Sif’s honeyed nipples.
She gasped as he moved from a light licking to a firm sucking, teething at her nipples as they stiffened even farther.
Hakon stepped back, and Sif let her body sink back into the bed. She squirmed a little.
“In Freyja’s name,” the warrior continued, “I salute your pussy, the very opening of life itself, the place from which we all begin, the core of a woman’s greatest ecstasies, the altar at which I worship.
” Hakon dipped two fingers back into the bowl of honey and placed the sweetness along the tip of his tongue.
He crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and placed his head between Sif’s legs.
Hakon felt her body spasm as he gently used the tip of his tongue to part her folds and taste her wetness.
His stiff cock twitched as he slid his tongue farther inside her core.
His body was demanding immediate and full, rampaging satisfaction, but he would not allow it.
He had to tame his desire and shape it into something more powerful.
Hakon let his tongue start at the bottom of her slit and then licked upwards slowly, firmly, until he found her pulsing clit. He pressed his tongue against it, hard, and then flicked. Sif spasmed, and her body shook as her first orgasm pulsed through her.
Hakon straightened then retreated until he stood right at the edge of the bed. Sif took a deep, calming breath, sat up, and gathered some honey with the fingers of her right hand.
“In Freyja’s name,” she said shakily, “I salute your cock, the source of life, the creative, penetrative power, the great staff to which I submit.” Sif crawled to the edge of the bed, and with her fingers, she encircled his throbbing penis, running up and down the length of his shaft as she worked the honey into the rigid flesh.
With the tip of her tongue, she delicately licked the precum from his tip, and Hakon shuddered as he willed his legs to stay firm.
Sif parted her lips and brought his cock into her mouth, inch by inch, sucking gently as her mouth travelled his length.
Hakon brought his hands down to her head and gripped, as if for dear life.
Languidly, Sif sucked his cock all the way down to the base of his shaft then brought her mouth all the way back to the tip before taking him fully once more.
Focus. You must concentrate! Hakon felt the power building within him like a storm, and while he let it rise, he also did not allow himself to give in to the frenzy of his lust.
It was at this point, her mouth still filled with Hakon’s cock, that Sif began her spellsong. All she could manage was a low, throbbing hum, but that was all that was required. She felt Hakon stiffen and shudder yet again and felt the grip of his hands on her head tighten.
The spell was beginning, and Sif could feel the power rising.
With a last, loving kiss on the tip of Hakon’s penis, she lay back on the bed, her song emerging from her with increasing volume and strength.
Hakon kneeled on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked with hers.
When Sif nodded, Hakon practically leapt on top of her, taking her wrists in his grip above her head, his cock plunging into her like a spear seeking its target.
Sif cried out as she came a second time, and the force of her orgasm tipped her into a higher state.
She was flying, high in the sky, the battlefield, and the river Snodaren far beneath her.
She felt Hakon thrust mightily within her, and it was as if his thrust propelled her forwards at incredible speed as she flew over the length of Gotland, flying past the smoking ruin of Visby, and then she was over open ocean.
Behind her, somewhere, she heard the howl of a wolf. Then Hakon thrust again, and again, and again, and Sif was hurtling over the ocean, to the coast of Norway, then farther and farther up the coast, always northwards.
The howling of the wolf continued behind her. She could hear the sound of padded paws racing across the sky, but she had no fear; instead, there was only ecstasy and a feeling of invulnerability as Hakon’s ruthless, divine thrusting carried her farther and farther towards her destination.
Finally, Sif saw it. It was an ancient mountain of fire-blackened stone, and it looked as if the cone of its peak had been chopped off with a great axe.
What remained was a cauldron of fire, spewing black smoke into the sky, spilling molten lava onto its sides.
The volcano dominated the land and the sky with its awesome power.
The wolf howled again as Sif hurtled towards the mountain, but this time, Sif could hear the note of panic in the sound. She smiled. You know your time has ended. Your evil cannot last. Freyja fights not only with spears but with love.
On the bed beneath Hakon, Sif suddenly pushed with her arms, straining uselessly against his iron grip, thrusting her hips upwards, and cried, “Hakon! Now!”
The frenzied vigor of his thrusts increased, and Sif gasped once more in ecstasy as she felt her warrior riding her home.
His cock seemed to suddenly grow even thicker, and Sif felt herself upon a very pinnacle of pleasure, and then Hakon erupted inside her, flooding her with his cum, and the sensation tipped Sif over the edge, and she exploded, her body arching and her pussy pulsing along the length of Hakon’s powerful staff.
Above the volcano, Sif felt the winds gather around her, the clouds swirling, and the earth below her shaking.
It was as if all the powers of earth and sky were being channeled through her, and she was the focus point of a massive, shuddering convulsion.
The mountain shook, and its high sides fell in upon themselves.
The clouds swelled and erupted with rain, pouring down from the sky, and while at first the molten lava hissed and smoked, it was overwhelmed and quelled by the inundations of water that fell from the sky.
The wolf in the distance gave a last despairing howl that faded away. The mountain had been conquered.
Surtr was defeated.
Sif opened her eyes. Above her was Hakon, still inside her, looking at her with an expression of deepest love.
“We did it,” Sif breathed.
“That we did,” Hakon said, smiling. “We moved the earth and the sky and saved Midgard. All in all, I think that we can call this a very good day.”
“I don’t think I will ever be able to look my parents in the eye again,” admitted Sif.
Hakon laughed. “You can if we have a child through this. Everyone loves grandchildren.”
Sif smiled and nodded. “If we have made a child, there is only one name for them.”
“What’s that?” asked Hakon.
“Stormbarn,” replied Sif.
Far away, in the heart of the Ironwood, blind Brede paused in her weaving. “You are correct, young Sif,” she murmured. “They will be called Stormchild.”