Yes.

Just as you feel yourself about to explode inside her cunt, Hjordis cries out.

"By the bones of the ancestors!" The brunette screams. She bucks against you and Donald. So hard this time that you're reminded of being thrown from Donald's horse not so long ago. You grab onto the Beathan for support, as Hjordis' thrashing only intensifies as she crests the waves of climax. Donald, for his part, is doing much the same, one arm wrapped around the half-giant for support. Albeit, his other hand is being put to more lecherous purpose, squeezing one of the Deanian's ample tits.

You give into orgasm yourself. You spurt your cum deep inside Hjordis' womanhood. The situation's so frantic, there's simply **** as to whether or not to pull out of her. It's either shoot in her pussy, in the midst of this tangle of naked flesh, or be thrown to the ground attempting to disentangle yourself from her.

Even a warrior of Donald's prowess can only resist so long, finishing in Hjordis' arse just as her climax is subsiding.

"There!" Donald pants triumphantly. "We overcame your... challenge, Jarl."

The giantess' fuck frenzy subsided, you're able to safely pull out of her. Donald does the same, and she turns to regard both of you. Your eyes can't help but flick towards Hjordis' battleaxe, leaning up against the wall of the cave. You imagine she could be over there before Donald had time to re-arm. Definitely before you had time to limp out of the way of the melee.

"...That you did." Hjordis finally admits, something of a satisfied smile creeping onto her normally severe face. "I must admit, you surprised me, little human lordlings."

"Hopefully you'll learn not to underestimate Beatha, darlin'." Donald reminds her. "Now, I think you were just leaving."

"I suppose I have **** but to abide our agreement. For now." Hjordis shrugs, lazily gathering up her armour, weapon, other effects. "But this is not the last we'll see of each other, little Prince."

You lean back against the cave wall for support, as you watch Donald escort Hjordis to the mouth of the cave.

"Be it on the battlefield, or in the bedroom, you've met your match!" the Beathan boasts. "I trust you can find your way home."

Donald watches, hands on his hips, as Hjordis trudges off into the snowstorm outside, back to Dean, and the lands she ruled over. Once she's lost to the sleet and hail, he returns to your side.

"You okay, brother?" Donald asks, looking you over.

"I've... had easier days." You groan. Now that you're out of danger, you're beginning to feel the pain in your arms, shoulders and back.

"I apologise profusely, Edward." Donald begins. "If I'd known any of this would happen, I'd never have suggested we left the Contests."

"Hjordis' lands aren't far north of here. She's pretty fuckin' fearless. We've heard reports from villagers, scouts, of her venturing south alone, exploring, probing. But still... I never expected we'd run into her." he explains.

"We did more than run into her." You grin, rubbing your side gingerly. Donald snickers.

"Aye, we did at that. That's one silver lining, I suppose." he looks at you. "Imagine the song they're gonnae write about this!"