"Oh, another pair?" Valdris looked inquisitively at Gyda with an appreciative gaze. She could see that the girl had a sharp edge to her, so it didn't seem surprising that she was also a shieldmaiden.
"Mhm-hm." Gyda nodded as she kissed her brother's lips. "Me and our mother."
"Interesting. Have you participated in raids, or are you like my daughter, still yet to be tested in battle?"
"I'm of the same age as my brother. We are twins, after all. We were born at the same time."
"I'm older, little sister."
"For a few breaths only." Gyda rolled her eyes at him.
"So, by your words, your mother is a shieldmaiden and trained you, Gyda? Who is she?"
"Our mother is the shieldmaiden Lagertha." Baldur was the one to answer, his face proud as he spoke of the woman who was his mother. His eyes held an infatuated look, as if reminiscing about her.
"Yes, our mother trained me into a shieldmaiden since the moment my brother started being trained by our father." Gyda pursed her lips at her brother's stupid look. "Ragnar Lothbrok, husband of Lagertha."
"I think I know who your mother is, then. And your father—I fought alongside them in a few eastern raids until I lost my later husband."
"Mhmm..." Valdris made a mischievous sound as she snickered. "She was fierce and very pretty, if I remember right... mhmm... no wonder you have that look when thinking of her...And I can see the resemblance of her in Gyda..."
"Of course, she is a beauty worthy of being desired by any man."
"More like, you only want to be the only man." Gyda snickered.
"That's right, but enough of that. Valdris and Frida are beauties no less than you and our mother." Baldur grinned at Gyda as he took her lips into another kiss.
Gyda moaned into their kiss as he pawed her ass, making her even more excited. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs.
"They are, brother," she whimpered. "So, let me see how they—a pair of mother and daughter—take care of you, brother. To see if they are worthy of joining our little family."
Valdris's lips curled into a knowing smile, like a fox catching a chicken, as she heard Gyda's words.
"Brother, why don't you start giving a sample of your love to Frida?" Gyda whispered in Baldur's ear, licking softly inside it, making him tremble. "She seems eager to have you, but also hesitant about what to do."
Hearing his sister, Baldur looked to his right, where Frida was sitting and saw how her hand softly caressed his crotch—had been for a while—with a bashful look but full of desire for him. Her hand moved inexpertly, as if finding a new toy to play with, learning how it worked.
"Frida, can I kiss you?" Baldur teased her as he leaned his face closer.
Frida trembled in excitement as she felt his warm breath on her and heard his words. She didn't answer, nor did she wait—she crashed her lips into his, kissing him. Baldur joyfully returned her kiss, making her moan. It was a kiss of pure lust, filled with many mixed emotions. Frida was lost in it, eyes closed, inexperienced as she moved by instinct, only knowing to move her lips like a fish out of water.
"You are so sweet, Frida. I like that." Baldur teased her between kisses.
"Love me, Baldur. I promise to be a good wife for you." She whimpered as she, without waiting for an answer, kissed him again, more demanding and possessive. Her tongue swept into his mouth with a confidence that belied her shy appearance before. She melted against him as she kissed him, her body trembling with excitement and love, but she persisted in it.
Baldur, wanting to feel more of her, took the chance to slip his hand inside her dress and take her plump white rabbit, caressing it joyfully.
"Aah-ah." Frida moaned softly in their kiss and his caresses.
"It seems your daughter is enjoying her time with my brother, Valdris. Why don't you also feel my brother's love in your own while he takes care of my new sister?" Gyda teased the sexy older woman in front of her.
Valdris watched them for a moment, her own breath hitching as she saw the way her daughter clung to him happily. When she heard Gyda teasing, she snapped out of it and, without thinking twice, she pushed away the stool and sank to her knees before him, her hands moving to his trousers as she undid them slowly, her eyes never leaving the growing bulge beneath. She had a feeling that it would give her a 'big' surprise.
With a final tug, Valdris pulled the trousers down, and Baldur's cock sprang free. It slapped against her cheek with a wet smack, the heat of it scalding her skin. Valdris gasped in astonishment as her eyes became big like a deer in the headlights. She expected it to be big, but nowhere this big. Her mouth opened involuntarily in surprise and she salivated involuntarily at the sight. It was her first time with a splendid cock like that; her hands were flying up to cradle it, her fingers trembling as she took in the sheer size of him. "Gods…It is so...big...and powerful..." she breathed raggedly, her voice not mincing her surprise and excitement.
She had been a married woman till a few years ago, but that man was nowhere near as big as her new young lover in front of her. Baldur was something else, like a stallion. It was as if Odin gave him his precious spear Gungnir when designing his cock.
Baldur, seeing the red and lost look of Frida, separated himself from their wet and wild kiss with a choked sound as a crystal-clear thread lingered between her and his lips. Frida panted raggedly for breath as her eyes widened when she looked down at her mother, only for her body to tremble in surprise at the behemoth that was before her mother's face.
Her young white rabbits heaved as she panted while Baldur's naughty hand toyed with them, her nipples hard before her beloved from her excitement and emotions.
"You like what you see, my lovely Frida?"
Frida, with a blushing look laced with uncertainty and expectations of whether she could receive such a...big cock inside her body, through her little opening below, could only nod, her throat too tight to speak.
Valdris, meanwhile, was lost in him. She turned her face, pressing her cheek against the thick length of his cock, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the skin. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent—musky, male, intoxicating. She had never been so aroused by a man's smell before. Men are quite...stinky...and her late husband was the same... but Baldur was different. He was simply a different kind of man.
She kept sniffing his cock like a bitch in heat for a while with a lost look. When she had had enough of it, with clouded eyes, her mouth opened as her wet tongue, covered in her saliva, darted out, tracing a slow, wet line from the base of his shaft to the pink, swollen egg-sized head. Baldur hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily, pushing his cock head inside her mouth, and Valdris moaned at the taste of him. She swirled her tongue around the tip, gathering the bead of pre-cum that had already formed there, savoring it before taking him into her mouth with a slow, deliberate suck, taking her time to enjoy such a divine rod with no equal. She was becoming crazier with each passing second, already falling in love with his cock.
Gyda, seeing her brother cock also started touching herself in her own, moving her little hand inside her leather trousers and caressing softly her little moist slit that was feeling itchy after it was released from his prison. Valdris' excitement and lost look only furthered her excitement as she saw how other women beside her and their mother also became bitches after they saw it. She panted softly against Baldur's shoulder while pleasuring herself as she looked at Valdris working on him.
"MhHmm." Frida moaned as she raggedly breathed, leaning against Baldur as he enjoyed himself while caressing her breast with his hand, while they both watched downward to Valdris between his feet. Frida's body was trembling and her pussy was already wet from the kisses and touch, her fingers clutching at Baldur's chest for stability. And her inhibitions were already numb with the events that were happening in the last hour.
She had never thought of what she would be doing at this moment when she woke up today, nor that she would suddenly have a man in her life! And even less she thought of seeing anything like this—her mother, on her knees, serving a man, not even her father when he was still here. And this man was not just any man. He was her and her mother's man! Her soon-to-be husband and her mother's husband. And if that wasn't enough, the sister and wife of Baldur was also with them both and she even allowed them to be with him, even inciting them to that. The realization sent a jolt of heat straight to her core, her thighs pressing together as wetness pooled between her. She felt so naughty at this moment.
...
Outside, the wind howled, the storm on the horizon drawing nearer. But inside the longhouse, the air was warm, the fire and excitement burning bright.
Hrold listened and watched from outside, a smile playing on his lips. His plan was working better than he'd hoped. He had his doubts at first because of the young girl who was with the lad, but even then, he took his chance, all for that one fate. The seer in Kattegat, a few years ago, had once told him he'd have a great son-in-law who would bring riches, prestige, and honor to his family for centuries to come. He'd know who it was when the time arrived, the seer had said.
He dismissed him at the time, as he only had one daughter and she was already married. But after his son-in-law died, that prophecy came back to his mind, and he'd felt it when he saw Baldur Ragnarsson and his golden eye. And now, his daughter and granddaughter seemed to have felt something for the young lad too—it was the first time he'd ever seen them like this. It left him astounded but also happy. He was also relieved seeing that Baldur's sister, Gyda, was willing to share him with his daughter and granddaughter.
He calmly left with a smile on his lips, moving toward his two sons and their wives tending the animals in the winter stable, intending to say a word to keep them from disturbing the happy event unfolding with Baldur.
His third son and the boy's wife—along with his six grandsons—had left for Kattegat on business and wouldn't be back anytime soon. As for his wife? She must be resting in their bedroom in the big longhouse.
*Tsk, tsk.* He made a sound happily.