Slap her face and tease her.

With Gyda worked down to the floor, pinned down underneath his powerful body, Tjorvi would playfully slap that pretty face and questioned with the cock of his head back, "You know, Gyda..” He huffed, trying to catch his breath, "... you would be better in my bed than bloodied on the floor, don't you agree?" The crowd laughed, toasting to the idea.

A quiet moan escaped the brunette’s lips as her face was suddenly slapped. "Oh, you like to play rough, huh?" She looked up at him with an amused smirk. She had been in plenty of real fights before and had slain just as many warriors but there was a clear difference between that and such slap across her face. Usually, her opponents tried to kill her – but Tjorvi, he was merely trying to assert dominance over her. And no matter how hot it might be to fully submit to the farmer's boy, Gyda wasn't built that way. She had a reputation to keep up.

Suddenly, her legs swung upwards. She was more flexible than she seemed, as those luscious curves often made people think that wouldn't be the case. She would wrap her legs around his head and tug him back. Both of their bodies had fallen completely to the floor which made everyone cheer out even louder, neither of them were giving up. Tjorvi’s head ended up getting squeezed firmly by Gyda's plump thighs as she tried to keep him into place like that, groping one of his hands so he wouldn't be able to get that much leverage. She had pushed that strong arm to her own chest, her large tits wrapped around it as she held him into position.

None of this was meant to be erotic, but it surely came off that way...

Tjorvi had gasped out, clasped between her thick thighs, and wrangled to the floor. Both hands grasped her outer thighs as he wriggled beneath her. One of his arms had been snatched, sandwiched between her lovely tits. He could only growl out now, hissing under the weight of her thighs. Instead of giving up, the young farmer with so much to prove jammed his shoulders tighter to the back of her thighs, forcing them to get raised some and rest over his shoulders. Using that, he sat up a little and pressed her back to the floor, while he rested on top of her. This gave him a little slack with his arm, which she was still pinning down between her tits.

As that young man laid atop of her, Gyda decided to go for his weak spots. The shieldmaiden’s released his hand – although it seemed to stay close to her breasts – while reaching down. Her own hand slipped between their bodies and grabbed his cock through the fabric of the trousers, starting to rub it right in front of everyone. Nobody would be able to see what was going on exactly, but the fact that the two of them came completely still would say more than enough…

Neither the farmer nor the shieldmaiden wanted to cut any slack as the jarls would’ve called for a draw already, but nothing happened. Instead, Gyda’s hand slipped underneath Tjorvi’s pants and wrapped around his hard cock. Her intentions were clear as she was properly starting to jerk him off, and he couldn’t help but thrust into her grip. They were putting on quite a show, but nobody seemed to care they had stopped fighting as the cheering continued.

“Cum.” A word so simple came from the brunette’s mouth as she stared up into Tjorvi’s eyes. A word so simple, which pushed him over the edge right away for some reason – and he came hard, all in her hand. She managed to catch all of it, well... Most of it. Let’s put it this way; she had managed to keep his trousers as clean as possible. His balls were milked dry which made it easy for Gyda to push him out of the way and smoothly hop back to her feet. Every Viking around would be able to see how she lifted her cum-covered hand, showing it off like it was a prize taken from the battlefield.

And then, she brought it up to her mouth. Her tongue started lapping at that cream, getting every single drop of it. Oh, she had been victorious without a doubt yet Tjorvi was the lucky one in that situation.

“Alright, I think we’ve seen enough.” Erling’s voice echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned towards him. “You have proven your courage, farmer. You may come with us to England.” For the first time since Tjorvi had shown up, a smile could be seen on the jarl’s graying face and he raised a cup of mead as a toast. Everyone cheered, and the newest member of their raiding parties received quite a few pats on the back after he covered up properly. Gyda had thrown him a playful wink, seeming pleased with the situation as she paraded back into the festivities.

After all of that, Tjorvi was drawn towards the large tables, mostly due to the sweet taste of victory, the promise of mead, and the scent of the food. He had never seen anything like this before, and he couldn’t help himself from finding himself a seat and just getting a bite of that large chicken. One cup of mead to wash it down turned to another, and before long he was completely participating in the festivities. The young farmer remembered singing out, cheering to the newly-weds, and just enjoying the feast. The night had been a success, and he was ready to prepare himself to go to England!

After this feast, of course...

TO BE CONTINUED: To England!