Valkyrie will

"Never turn your back from your opponent" you are surprised at the speed and deadly intent behind Valkyrie's swing, a lesser warrior would have certainly been beheaded. Dragonfang sparks against Sif's sword, both enchanted blades of uncanny power of equal power.

Sif rotates her body, letting Valkyries momentum continue, but Val is ready to parry when the weapon against arcs towards her. She swipes a kick behind her, but it is only a feint to get Sif in the air, the next swing throws her a dozen meters away, and burry her in the snow. Valkyrie doesnt lower her guard.

"You will need to do much better than this" her voice comes from the snow hole, and the mountain side appears to shake before the strength of the goddess. It explodes in a thousand shards, Valkyrie deflects all that go her way, while you protect yourself and Aragorn from the icy debris. Sif lunges amidst this ice storm, her sword thrusting in an apparent **** blow, but at the very last moment Valkyrie dodges, catching the sword under her arm and twisting it from the other Goddess hand.

You see her blood dripping in the snow. The risky maneuver wasn't without cost. Sif glares angrily, Val reaches the weapon with dragonfang and throws it up to Sif again. You though the duel was over, but apparently the two Goddess disagreed. Sif takes her weapon in the air, and cuts her left arm, to match Val's wound. The two nod, and again meet blade versus blade.

Your eyes almost cant follow the intricate melee. At times one or the other pick up and use a different weapon, be it spear, axe or hammer, but invariably they return to their magical weapons after displaying superb skill with it. You truly wonder whenever or not you could have defeated the Goddess. Their blood paints the ground, but neither seem to care. Finally Valkyrie steps inside Sif's defense, hammering her stomach with her elbow. The brunette goddess is brought to her knees. Valkyrie consolidates her victory with the threat of Dragonfang's edge, but there is no need for that. Sif acknowledges her victory.

"Never did I face such an opponent" the winded goddess confess, gasping for breath. Val moves again to be in front of her, and looking in her blue eyes says "For ages the sight of the Valkyor signaled reward, not defeat, Lady Sif. Accept your fate with an open heart". With that Valkyrie picks her up, and carries her back to Sif's camp, located no more than a few dozen meters away from the battlefield.

They wash their wounds with reverence. You can't tell when the touch became erotic, but you see the two Goddess kissing each other with love and tenderness. There were no exchanged words, no further need of surrender before the warrior Goddess was ready to be bedded. But you are enjoying the sight too much to move.

Valkyrie's breast plates fall to the ground, revealing her beautiful breasts. Sif's mouth are guided to her nipples, and she carefully nimble on the delicious pink spots. Brunhilde moans softly, finishing undressing Sif while her mammaries are being sucked.

Sif is gorgeous. Her ravenous black hair is a small detail compares to the soft curves of her ivory body, her muscles are carefully hidden in an all too comely body. They keep touching each other, fingers spreading water drops that magically glitter on their body.

You go behind Brunhilde. Her body tenses when you touch the bottom of her spine, shuddering with pleasure at your familiar proximity. "You were fantastic" you whisper to her, and she says back "I know" caressing the black strands of hairs of the sucking goddess. "Lower now, Sif".

The other goddess hesitate, but she does go down to Val's pussy, kissing the sparse hair there with obedience and dedication. Val motions for you to take a sit, and you obey the Nordic beauty. Your cock knows it is being called to work, and it is indeed proudly hard, ever ready to serve. Val impales herself in your girth, holding the pain and discomfort, enjoying only the pure pleasure only you can give her. "I did't tell you to stop, Sif... continue kissing me. Here". You can but imagine her parting her exposing her clit, and the rough, unskilled tongue brutally assaults Val's pleasure, almost tripping her into an orgasm there and then.

You let her do the work, the pelvic motion thrusting your dick in and out of her pussy. Sif's initial enthusiasm is replaced with a more careful caress, earning her the melodic moans of Brunhilde's passion. You can feel your seed stirring deep inside you, but hold them back, trying to remember this isnt for you, it is for her. Brunhilde, who you adore, and who is in your arms now, while having her pussy licked by the 'loveliest of the Goddess. Her orgasm hit her hard, and you embrace her while she enjoys the waves of ecstasy that you and Sif brought her. You can no longer hold it and cream her pussy with your seed, and feel Sif's tongue as your combined juices run down your cock.

Your cock dont even get soft under the wet licks, she dutifully takes everything, from what is smeared around the blonde pussy to what dripped on your balls. Brunhilde dislodges from you with a loud pop "Now it is your turn, Sif" she says. You look at her blue eyes, and see... apprehension.

"I promise to be gentle, Lady Sif" you say with courtesy. She smiles, but she keeps glancing at your large cock. You are surprised to find her pussy bald and soft.

There was no need for that ****. She is soaping wet, and even though the entrance is tenuous, she endures it. Her moans are subdued, as if she is ashamed of herself. Brunhilde is looking at the azure sky and the few white clouds, and the faint rainbow between them. Then it dawns on you... Heimdall. Her brother is watching.

Brunhilde kisses you again as she plays with Sif's left breast, you have the right one in your hand. You try to think of poor Sif's humiliation, but you surrender to the kiss. She orders you to fuck her harder, and you have to comply, feeling the Goddess body bounce on your cock harder and harder as you pick up speed. Sif let go an anguish cry as her orgasm hit her. You hold her close, to not let her fall.

"More..." she begs when she comes back to her senses, frictioning herself against you. Her moans are still subdued, but her body language, the ****, is gone. You can feel her pussy walls grasping at your cock as you continue to fuck her. You can feel your own orgasm cumming, and when it does, her voice joins in chorus, full of joy as your seed invades her divine womb.

You have neglected Brunhilde for too long. Nights in Jottunheim are long, but this one proved to not be so cold after all.