The Valkyrie’s gamble

“So,” Leo said, amidst deep panting, “what’s the forfeit?”

“Oh really Leo,” Riolta put on a mock pouting as she closed her fingers around Leo’s creamy cock, “aren’t you even going to congratulate first?”

“Sorry…” Leo shot off his patented smile aimed at making young, innocent noblewomen weak at the knees, “congratulations, pet.”

“That’s better…” Riolta smiled back, her smile turning nastier as she shifted her gaze to Dhara. The silly young thing had accepted Riolta’s suggestion for a bet all too easily. Either she didn’t know what the phrase Riolta had used meant, or she was enough of a slut to rival Riolta.

“Maxy,” Riolta coolly began, “you’re a northern man, have you ever heard of the concept of the Valkyrie’s gamble?”

“Ah, not in depth,” Maxy, still flustered after his orgasm, began, “though it is a phrase used by the Norse, is it not?”

“It most certainly is.” Riolta smiled once more, taking care to dish out what was next in small portions, building up tension in the group which was gathering around her and Dhara, many of them looking unsure of whether to sneer or cheer at Riolta after her sluttish display of masterful archery.

“Enough,” Dhara finally spat out, her nervousness betraying the fact that she was ignorant of what it was that she had let herself into, “just tell us all what it is you’ll have me do!”

“Oh, it’s really quite simple,” Riolta took her time, “when two Norse women, preferably younger ones who still partake in the fighting rather than raise the kids and look after the homesteads, disagree, they take part in a ritualized duel.”

Everyone had their eyes peeled as Riolta went on, even Harold finding her lecture on barbarian culture fascinating.

“Stripped naked and meeting in the town square or a similar space, public and large enough to host a smaller crowd, the women engage in battle.” Riolta paused once more, “Naturally, it’s not to the ****, but most often it’s some sort of unarmed combat, possibly even archery as today or sparring with cloth-wrapped clubs.”

“Then,” Riolta noticed with glee how awkward Dhara was looking as the brunette stopped speaking momentarily yet again, “after one of the women has proved herself superior, at least for the day, then follows what outsiders having witnessed the duel refer to as the gamble.”

“Walking through the crowd,” Riolta started to move, “the victor places a hand first on one man’s shoulder,” Riolta tapped Leo’s shoulder, “then another one,” now Maxy felt Riolta’s hand on his right shoulders, “and a third,” grinning at Harold, Riolta patted the left one of his wide, bulky shoulders, “and finally a fourth one,” looking around until she found another man who looked promising, Riolta tapped his shoulder, “and then we reach the grand finale.”

“Stripping,” Riolta paused, licking her lips as her eyes beamed playful glee at Dhara, “the men then proceed to fuck the loser, fuck her pussy, her mouth, sodomizing her, spanking her, tit-fucking her and whatever they can think, until their balls are as dry as the Great Salt Plains.”

A surprised murmur soared through the people, men and women shifting their gazes back and forth from Riolta and Dhara.

“You expect me to be fucked by four men of your choosing, like a common whore?” Dhara finally spoke.
“I expect you to be a woman of your word,” Riolta replied, “rather allowing yourself to be taken roughly, repeatedly and no doubt rather messily by four well-hung hunks rather than to dishonour yourself by not sticking to an oral commitment.”

“Admit it girl,” Riolta added in a more playful tone, “you’ve already licked my pussy, so you might as well suck a little cock.”