Thyra remembers

As the two took a halt in the park, allowing Faith some rest and them both some time to adjust their clothing, Thyra was hit by images from her past.

She remembered in detail her cold, grey homelands to the North, from where barbaric Norsemen left for the south, to seek plunder and trade.

There had been something special about her, Thyra remembered, for she had been given a different upbringing than most of her kin.

Living with other girls and boys like her, Thyra had been trained in the art of war.

She had also learnt about the Norse Gods, the exact nature of which she could not recall at the moment.

There had been sexual rituals as well, and Thyra saw images of herself losing her virginity to six men, while her comrades watched.

Suddenly, Thyra pinched one of her nipples, and saw a jet of milk shoot out from it.

This was one of the things that she had been taught to do by the elders.

Moreover, she could make men regain their sexual strength, and she could tap the energy of her foes through fucking them.

She knew that there was more to know about herself, about the group she had belonged to, and her powers.

But she could remember nothing more right now.

Looking over at Faith dressed in her tattered little outfit, Thyra knew that the two had a lot more fucking to do before her memory was restored.

But it would save her 1000 in gold, she thought and smiled to herself.

The two began moving again.