Warhammer and battleaxe, no shield.

You slide off your bunk and turn to face Aslaug. Her curly ginger hair is weaved into one thick braid that hangs down her back almost touching her plump rounded buttocks. Dark blue warpaint in swirling patterns adorn her pale body, you had painted her yourself just as she had done for you. You offer your comrade your hand and pull her to her feet. Her cock bounces half erect as she stands, jutting at half mast from a tangle of wiry ginger pubic hair that conceals her labia. Though by no means small Aslaug's member is modest compared to yours. Half as long as your forearm with thickness to match your cock is rampantly stiff from your excitement and from Aslaug's teasing. No pubic bush masks the pale pink lips of your cunt beneath your cock, part of your preparations for battle had been for Aslaug to completely depilate your crotch.

Hand in hand Aslaug and yourself procede through the cramped ship to the armoury. Your families had adjacent farmsteads on your colony world and being of the same age you had been closest of friends practically since birth. You both knew it was the unspoken wish of your respective families that one day you would take one another to wife and join your lands into a single holding. This wish was shared by both yourself and Aslaug, though before such an event happened you both wished to win renown in battle as warriors and have sired many children from captured thralls.

A jostling queue of warriors had formed at the armoury. Raucous boasts and banter from your comrades as they waited to be equipped filled the air. The pair of haressed Swiss mediators issueing and calibrating the arms and armour were the butt of many jokes and complaints at the delay. At long last you reached the front of the queue and you entered with Aslaug and each stepped up to one of the Swiss Conglomerate officials. Your official was petite lass only a few years your senior. Her black hair was cut severely short, but she had a pretty face and you could tell that beneath her staid Swiss uniform she had a slim but womanly figure. Even amongst your fellow Vikings you were tall and impressively muscled, standing in front of the petite Swiss you towered above her. When she raised her eyes from the datapad she held your large black painted breasts were level with her face and she blinked in surprise before tearing her gaze upwards to your face.

"Weapons?" The Swiss demanded curtly, before glancing down to your stiff cock jutting upwards just inches away between you. "Or do you intend to just beat your opponents into submission with that huge club?"

"I'm not sure how you would calibrate that." You reply smirking. "Unless you wish to bend over a desk and I'll test it on your asshole."

The little Swiss flushed red and a round of sniggers came from the warriors behind you waiting in line. Even the other Swiss mediator dealing with Aslaug was **** to hide a chuckle with a badly feigned cough at her compatriots embaressment.

"Weapons?" The Swiss asked once more, this time not attempting to engage you in banter.

"Warhammer and battleaxe." You reply.

"No shield?" Your mediator queries.

"No shield." You confirm.

The Swiss official steps away to the racks of weapons and retrieves your selected weapons. She plugs a lead into slots located in the bottom of the weapon shafts and studies her datapad briefly, both check out and she nods towards the hammer and axe. Though the Swiss had needed to carry one weapon at a time in both hands you pick both up at once one handed and flex you muscles as you test their weight.

"A little on the small size, but I suppose I can make good use of them." You look the little dark haired umpire up and down, grinning as you speak. She flushes red again, understanding the comment was applied to her as much as to your armaments.