I've felt a little bothered while revising the last few chapters to adapt them to the new plot, I'm actually quite disappointed with the smut. Before, they felt smooth, but now, with Gyda's additions to fit the new situation, they don't blend well. They weren't originally designed to include her at all.
Still, I decided to push through, make them work as best as I could, and just finish them. Once we leave Hrold's farm with fresh content, things should feel right again.
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Baldur groaned, his head falling back in enjoyment as Valdris pleased him with her mouth, her plump lips roaming excitedly over his cock. He moved his right hand away, releasing Frida's plump young breast, finding his way to Valdris's head. His fingers threaded through her blonde locks as he began caressing her softly. "Valdris, your beautiful mouth feels so good," he cooed with a groan, his voice full of pleasure. "Worthy of being a mother and a shieldmaiden."
"Mhm-mh," Valdris hummed around him, her eyes arching into a smile, pleased with his words. The vibration made his cock twitch. She pulled back just enough to lick a slow, sloppy stripe up the underside of his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge beneath the head before diving back down to his balls. She cupped them gently, rolling them in her palm, her breath hot against his skin. "Mmm… so heavy," she murmured, her voice muffled. "So full. I want to know if they contain the water from Mímir's Well."
"It must be a very tasty drink, worthy of goddesses. I feel so excited about tasting what would come out."
"In no time, you will know how it tastes if you keep teasing it like that," Baldur's breath came in ragged gasps.
Valdris smiled as she sucked the opening of his cock with delight, sloppily making suckling sounds playfully, coating it all over in her saliva as she looked upward at Baldur, Gyda, and Frida. Seeing Gyda touching herself while gazing with a lovestruck look at her brother's cock, she released it with a wet plop.
"Gyda, do you want to come down and have a taste of your brother?"
"I have tasted and enjoyed my brother's cock countless times, sister Valdris. I know by experience that it is so delicious to suck and lick all day." Gyda took a breath as she removed her fingers from her wet pussy and moved them to her own lips to lick them—but Baldur quickly released his hand from Gyda's perky ass and took her little hand before moving her wet fingers, coated in her pussy juices, to his lips. He started licking them clean, slowly.
"Your little pussy and juices are delicious too, sister," Baldur huskily said. Then he touched her lower lip after releasing her hand. "Why don't you also go down beside Valdris and take care of me?"
Gyda looked at him and hesitated for a few seconds before surrendering to his wishes. "Alright."
Valdris grinned and made space for Gyda beside her as she knelt down.
Gyda, no different from Valdris, inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her brother. Her eyes fluttered as she leaned in, her nose brushing against the soft skin while feeling the heat radiating from him. With a soft moan, she pressed her face against his cock, smearing her cheeks with his arousing scent. Her lips brushed against his shaft, planting soft kisses all over. She could hear Baldur's breath hitch and become agitated as she began to explore him with her mouth.
"This smell… no woman should smell this scent…" Valdris rasped beside Gyda as she watched how quickly she became lost in it. "They would quickly become a slutty girl in no time with it."
Gyda, as if not hearing her at all, moved her wet tongue to his tip, where she licked it all over before her lips enclosed the head and suckled like a hungry kitten. She moaned softly, the taste sending shivers down her spine. With ravenous desire, she pushed for more as she took the head of his cock past her teeth into her warm mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. She began to suck, her tongue swirling around the crown, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. The sound of her sloppy sucking filled the air, mingling with Baldur's groans of pleasure.
Baldur's body trembled as happy sounds left his lips, enjoying the sensation of pleasure from his sister's mouth that acted like a suction cup and her slippery tongue over his sensitive spots.. His hand found its way to Gyda's head, his fingers threading through her soft hair as he began to caress her softly. "Sister, slow down. You will make me cum in your pretty mouth quickly."
Meanwhile, Valdris also approached, her eyes filled with desire as she watched Gyda pleasing Baldur. Her hand reached out to stroke Baldur's balls softly while her lips began to suck on the parts of his cock that Gyda couldn't reach, her tongue swirling all over him.
Baldur's breath hitched, his muscles tensing as Gyda's mouth worked him with desperate, hungry motions. The wet sounds of her lips and tongue filled the air, mingling with his ragged groans. Valdris accompanied her, alternating between sucking the base of his shaft and his balls.
"Agh!… Gyda!… Fuck!… You're too good at this—" Baldur gasped, his voice barely holding with pleasure. His hips twitched involuntarily, his cock swelling even more in Gyda's mouth. "I'm going to—"
Gyda didn't stop. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, her throat fluttering around the tip as she swallowed around him. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her own arousal dripping down her legs, her pussy clenching with need. She wanted this. Wanted to taste him, to feel him lose control inside her.
"Mmmph—!" Gyda moaned around him, the vibration sending Baldur over the edge.
With a guttural groan, Baldur's cock pulsed, his release spilling hot and thick globs of cream into Gyda's waiting mouth. She didn't pull away; instead, she drank with relish, her throat working eagerly, swallowing every drop, her eyes fluttering in bliss. The taste of him—and having enjoyed herself sucking him off, making her brother cum so hard—sent her over the edge she needed as her own orgasm crashed through her. "Aahhh…" She moaned around his cock with rolled eyes as her body shuddered, her pussy clenching around nothing as she came, her juices splashing out of her little opening.
Valdris watched with naughtiness, her own mouth still sucking him off, her fingers still stroking Baldur's balls as Gyda milked him dry. She could feel in her touch how his seed was being released through his splendid member—and so plentiful! When Gyda finally pulled back with a satisfied sigh, licking her lips clean, Valdris's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and resentment.
"You greedy little thing," Valdris purred, her voice dripping with both teasing and irritation. "Not even a drop left for me? I worked him up for a while before you took him…" She reached out, her fingers brushing Gyda's swollen lips, collecting the last remnants of Baldur's cum before bringing them to her own mouth. "Mmm…so tasty...sigh.. I suppose I'll have to take what's left."
Gyda smirked, her cheeks flushed and relaxed, her body still trembling with a pleasant feeling of euphoria from her own climax. "You should've continued on your own instead of pulling me, Valdris…"
Baldur chuckled, his voice still rough with pleasure, as he reached down to stroke Gyda's hair affectionately. "You're insatiable, Gyda." His gaze flicked to Valdris, amused. "But don't worry, Valdris. There's always more where that came from."
Valdris's eyes gleamed with happiness as she noticed that his cock was still hard like before, even after cumming. Then she looked at her daughter and, seeing her expression, called out for her.
"Come here, sweetie," Valdris cooed softly to her daughter, Frida.
Baldur opened his legs wide for the three to be down on him after hearing Valdris also calling for her daughter. Frida didn't delay for a second as she eagerly knelt beside her mother and Gyda; she had been feeling left out by them as they pleased Baldur on their own. But now, in front of it, her heart pounded with a heady mix of excitement and nervousness. She looked at Baldur's cock with wide eyes, taking in every throbbing, vein-riddled inch of it. It was huge, far larger than she had imagined—even larger than the eels they fished.
"I'll leave him to you two now," Gyda teased, standing and sitting beside Baldur again. "After all, it was meant for you to please him, not me." She turned to Baldur, her voice sweet. "Did you enjoy my mouth, brother?"
"Mh-hm," Baldur nodded. "It was so pleasant as always, Gyda." He said, relaxedly, after releasing some of the pressure down there. Then he kissed her lips softly.
"Aah… hh…" Gyda kissed him back, but she wanted more than a simple little kiss; she pushed his tongue into his mouth, intending to make it wet and loud.
Meanwhile, Frida, the first thing she did was mimic her mother's and Gyda's actions: she moved closer to it as she sniffed his scent, intending to remember it for all her life. It was a scent like she had never experienced before—more delightful and pleasant than any flower she had sniffed in all her life—and it attracted her as if bees were drawn to flowers.
After enjoying the scent for a while, with joyfully slitted eyes, her soft hands trembled as she reached out to touch it, feeling the hot and soft rod beneath her fingertips. It was slippery as an eel after being coated in the girl's saliva and remnants of cum. She could scarcely believe that this magnificent cock would be her first—her first in every sense of the word and the first in every interaction. Her little slit itched with anticipation.
Valdris watched with a pleased smile as her daughter explored Baldur's manhood. "Go on, sweetheart. Put your lips around him," she encouraged, softly guiding Frida's head gently toward Baldur's shaft. "Taste him, like we were doing before. Feel how it twitches and reacts joyfully from your care and touch."
Frida obeyed, her soft lips parting to accept the swollen head of Baldur's cock. She moaned softly as his flavor hit her tongue and taste buds. It was different from anything she had ever tasted, and she loved it. With her mother's guidance, she began to suckle on him, her inexperienced lips and tongue working in clumsy but enthusiastic motions. Baldur was on cloud nine from all the excitement and pleasure.
Meanwhile, Valdris's hands roamed over Frida's petite body, caressing and squeezing her pert breasts and the curve of her waist. Her lips brushed against Frida's ear as she whispered, "You're doing so well, my sweet girl. He's enjoying you already."
Frida's face flushed with pleasure at her mother's praise, but her focus remained on Baldur's cock. She worked her way down his shaft, taking him deeper into her mouth with each bob of her head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue swirling around him.
Valdris took advantage of her daughter's distraction, her hand dipping between Frida's thighs to cup her mound. Frida gasped around Baldur's cock as her mother's fingers stroked her slit. She was already gushing wet and ready for Baldur; she felt relieved seeing that she would be alright if he were to take her.
"Mmm... so wet already, sweetie," Valdris purred, nipping at Frida's neck. "Our man has you so turned on, doesn't he? You want him to take your virginity and make you his woman, don't you? To fill you up and make you scream with pleasure?"
Frida could only nod weakly at her mother's naughty words that made her even more excited, her hips rocking against her mother's touch. She wanted it so badly—she was feeling so good by now that the thought of the big cock she was pleasing going inside her was making her itch, her fear of it already gone out of her mind—but she also wanted to please Baldur. She doubled her efforts, taking him as deep as she could manage, her throat contracting around him.
"Good girl," Valdris praised her daughter with a smile. Her own mouth was watering the whole time, desiring to continue sucking that delicious penis. It was the best delicacy she had ever tasted in all her life. There was no comparison, she doesn't want to talk badly of the man she once loved with all her heart and is already gone, but her new lover and hopefully soon husband, whom she would dedicate herself completely with all her being as she did before, was something else...
If Odin blessed Baldur with his eye and other inexplicable things happening in his body, she could see that the goddesses instead had shaped him in the image they desired for their own pleasure, crafted in the likeness of their fantasies, perhaps in the hope that one day he might satisfy them. But now, it was they who enjoyed the reward. So she didn't wait any longer, eager to taste more after only getting a small sample—thanks to Gyda, who had taken it all for herself.
She leaned in to join Frida as they worked on his cock.
Baldur groaned with closed eyes, enjoying their lips and caresses. The pleasure and conquest of knowing it was a pair of mother and daughter going down on him was really exciting—less than when Gyda and Lagertha pleasured him together, as the taboo of knowing they were also his sister and mother was too much for any mortal to take. Still, nonetheless, this was like Nirvana. His fingers tangled in Valdris's hair, who sloppily played with his balls as Frida's inexperienced lips worked the crown. "Good girls! Keep going like that…"
Valdris pulled back just enough to smirk up at him. "Do you like it? We're just getting started, Baldur. I want to have a good taste of it—your sister didn't leave anything for me." She sent a fake resentful look to Gyda, who mischievously grinned at her. She removed her gaze from her with a roll and turned to Frida, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Now, sweetheart… open that pretty throat for him. Take him deeper."
Frida's eyes widened, but she didn't resist. Valdris guided her, one hand on the back of her daughter's head, the other still stroking Baldur's shaft. "Relax your jaw… that's it. Now take a deep breath—and swallow him."
Frida gagged as Baldur's cock pressed past her lips, the thick head breaching her throat. Tears pricked her eyes while they rolled back, her body trembling as she experienced an orgasm from the intruding cock, but Valdris didn't let her pull away. "There you go… take it. As much as you can." She kept her hand firm on Frida's head, pushing her down until almost half of his length, where she stopped. "Good girl. Now breathe through your nose…"
Baldur hissed, his hips twitching as Frida's throat fluttered around him. "Gods—"
Valdris didn't give him time to think. She released Frida just enough to let her pull back, gasping for air, before diving in herself, impaling her throat with his cock—even deeper than Gyda had. Her eyes rolled back, becoming blank as her mind stopped working for a moment while her lips sealed around his cock, her throat opening effortlessly as she tried to take him to the root in one smooth motion, falling short of it but a lot more than Gyda. Her nose twitched as she relaxed, trying to breathe, her tongue swirling around the underside as she hummed in satisfaction.
"Agh… Valdris!" Baldur groaned in pleasure and delight. "You are such a good cocksucker, my dear," he praised with closed eyes as he caressed her head lovingly. "Both of you, for this, you are already worth marrying."
Gyda licked her swollen lips softly as she watched how Valdris could even take more of him inside her, seeing the bulge in her throat while sporting such a slutty and messy look.
Valdris was delighted and pleased with Baldur's praise, happiness etched on her face as tears ran down her eyes while she struggled to contain such a long Gungnir inside her throat. The pain, contrary to a wound in battle, was delicious and pleasant—so pleasant that her body was trembling, already having an orgasm. She could feel her pussy juices wetting her legs.
Frida was a little amazed and scared at the same time as she saw the bulge in her mother's throat, but she didn't stay idle. She leaned in, her small hands cupping his balls, her tongue dragging up the delicate sac before she took one of his jewels into her mouth, sucking gently. Her fingers teased the sensitive skin behind them, her other hand joining Valdris's on his shaft, stroking what her mother couldn't take after she pulled back.
The sloppy wet sounds filled the place as they both worked on Baldur's cock with enthusiasm.
"Mmm, just like that, baby," Valdris moaned around his cock, her voice vibrating, making him tremble. She pulled back with a wet plop, gasping for breath as she calmed down, and she let her daughter take her place again. "Deeper this time. Show him how well and fast you learn."
Frida whimpered a little timidly but obeyed, her throat opening wider as she took him down, her lips obscenely smeared with spit, struggling to encase his thickness. Valdris didn't waste a second—she dipped lower, her tongue dragging up the length of his shaft, lapping at the saliva-slicked skin before sealing her lips around the base. She sucked hard, her teeth gazing him softly, feeling how he trembled because of it before moving to other places in tandem with her daughter's desperate throat.
Baldur's breath came in ragged gasps, one breath away from exploding as his fingers tightened in their hair.
Valdris pulled Frida off with a lewd smack of her lips, replacing her instantly. She took him deep, her throat massaging him as her hand slid down to join Frida's on his balls. "Play with them, sweetheart. Roll them in your palm… yes, just like that."
Frida moaned, her fingers working his balls as her mother's mouth devoured him. She leaned in, her tongue dragging up the underside of his shaft, lapping at the veins before sealing her lips around the base, sucking in time with Valdris's bobbing head.
"Valdrisss… Make sure to taste it… properly… this… t-time!…" Baldur groaned, his hips stuttering.
Valdris pulled off with a filthy smirk. "Then come for us, Baldur. Give me a taste of your delicious milk, fill my mouth with it."
She didn't even press down on him again before Baldur came without warning, deep inside her. Her lips parted just as the first thick rope of cum hit her tongue—so much that she barely had time to taste it before her throat worked, swallowing as Baldur painted it white. She stuffed her cheeks like a greedy squirrel with his cum, then grabbed Frida's hand and yanked her closer to his cock.
No sooner had she pulled away from his still-spurting head than Frida took over. Frida's eyes rolled at the first shots, savoring the taste, but she gagged from the sheer volume, swallowing on instinct. Valdris, already riding her own little climax from the mouthful, watched as her daughter struggled to take it all, not intending to leave a single drop to go to waste. She leaned in, her tongue lapping up what spilled past Frida's lips.
When Frida couldn't take anymore, Valdris let her pull off and immediately latched onto Baldur's cockhead, sucking eagerly. Her tongue lashed at the slit as it kept erupting like a volcano, her fingers milking out the last spurts.
Once he was spent, she licked her lips and turned to her daughter—still gasping, chin smeared with cum, eyes dazed. Valdris didn't hesitate. She kissed Frida deeply, sharing the taste of him between them before pulling back with a wicked grin.
"Mmm… a delicious treat worthy of goddesses," Valdris purred.