Rivals' Redress

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The wind still struck with winter's chill, but in the hours between dusk and dawn, hearts and bodies were warmed in the alehouses of King Hakon's stout-walled city. It was the time of the blademoot, when warriors gathered from across the land to contest each other's might. Before the snows began their retreat up into the mountain passes, both champions and hopefuls gathered for contests of skill and endurance that would reward the victors with renown among their peers.

There were gathered such contenders as Triethy Half-Giantess, whom none could topple from the pillars of her sturdy thews, and the dour warriors of Doom's Mourning. So too came dwarves from the ancient fortresses of the Broken Shield Range, who stood firstmost against the Demon Lord Afkarr. Even Wicked Wendol returned from exile on the borders of the elven wilds to bandy word and deed against warriors who had not yet angered any vengeful jarls themselves.

The Iceberg Tavern rose above the squat roofs of Promontory Way, light and music spilling out from its shuttered windows. Within, tables pounded with lovely dance and a mirthful roar rattled the rafters. A fresh cry went up as a round of arm wrestling came to its conclusion. Beor Raven-Friend, first among the Sea King's Thanes, leapt to his feet in triumph.

"Still yet there are none strong enough to best these corded arms!" He lifted his hands high to cheering crowds. Mugs and tankards bashed against each other, splashing ale upon the floor as the tax of those many toasts to his victory. He downed the last of his own tankard and made for the door, for the hour was late and the day's exertions had started before dawn.

No sooner had he donned a fur cloak and ducked out into the night than he felt eyes upon him. He moved with the grace of a lion down the snowy street, arms swinging as if he had no care in the world. And in truth he had none, he who bore the scars of many terrible--yet conquered--foes.

"A champion such as you, walking home alone?" A keen voice called out behind him. Beor halted but did not turn around.

"What fears have I for the meager dangers of the city?" Beor's voice called back, edged with steel.

"This city holds more fearsome dangers than usual, Beor Raven-Friend."

At the sound of his name, Beor turned to see who was foolish enough to delay him. Three cloaked figures stood a few paces behind, still limned by the light of the Iceberg's windows. One was tall and broad, another shorter and lean, and the third mostly obscured behind the first two. The faces of all three were shadowed by hoods drawn up over their heads.

"Show your faces, dogs!" Beor spat. "Face me with courage, if you can find it hidden within you."

The tall figure took one step forward and cast off their hood, revealing a woman's smirking face.

Beor grinned. "Birgitte the Bold," he laughed. "I hear there are none in the past three generations to anchor the Rimemaiden's shield wall as steadfastly as you."

Birgitte's smirk broadened as she graced him with a curt nod. "Not even your second, Gorlim Sea-Spray, could knock me off my feet today."

"A worthy boast," Beor offered. "Am I lucky enough to face three Rimemaidens tonight?"

The lean figure stepped forward and cast off her own hood. Her face bore the thin tattoos of the people of the far tundra beneath her raven locks. "Indeed!" she shouted, warlike in contrast to Birgitte's cool amusement. "Yuolit Csapis has heard of you even before I ventured south into these fattened lands." She jabbed a finger at Beor with iron in her eyes. "Mark my words: your boasts will be humbled this night!"

Beor's face darkened at the challenge. "Two captains of the Rimemaidens, I see. I have heard of you, Yuolit Csapis, and I have no quarrel with you or your prowess as a huntress and skirmisher. Do not rush to provoke one."

The third figure stepped forward, past both of the warrior women. Beor's eyes widened at the sight of her dark auburn hair spilling from her lowered hood in curls down to her waist. Her face was as pale as the moon, the emerald flecks of her hazel eyes glinting even in the dark of night.

Her voice was silk and honey. "We seek no quarrel with you, mighty warrior."

"Lindelaine of Many Voices," Beor uttered low. He stood before one of the great beauties of the world, whose magic was subtle and terrible in equal measure.

Lindelaine inclined her head in greeting. "If you know me, and I'm sure you do, then you know that words spoken or sung are my heart's delight. May we share them?"

"We demand satisfaction!" Yuolit blurted out from behind Lindelaine. "We know of your contest against our chieftess three days past! You shall answer for it!"

Beor's face darkened again. "We made a pact of secrecy, she and I. Don't tell me Lithy has betrayed me?"

Before Yuolit could retort, Birgitte placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "A pact of secrecy isn't worth much when you made no attempt to quiet your contest. I daresay, if not for our vigilance and Lindelaine's craft, many would know of what took place between you and our chieftess."

If Beor had ever felt a flush in his cheeks, it would have been then. Instead, he threw his head back and barked a laugh. "What, then? Your chieftess was bested at a harmless game and you seek revenge?" Beor took a step forward of his own, bristling with a champion's pride and umbrage.

"Please," Lindelaine cut in with her sweet voice, raising a hand toward Yuolit. "Let us find some place where we might talk away from prying ears." She stepped close enough to touch Beor, who stood still as a statue over her. Lindelaine turned her head to a doorway next to them, then reached out to unfasten the latch.

"I should hope the comforts of a bathhouse can soothe our tempers enough to find common ground."

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"Surely you jest!" Beor chuckled, still at the door of the private room they had found near the back of the empty bathhouse. There were chairs and cushions in plenty, but the man's warrior instincts would not permit ease amongst these rivals.

"It is no jest!" Yuolit cried out before Birgitte checked her once more.

"You bested our chieftess in passion, but in battle you were equals." Birgitte's voice was untroubled, despite her tempestuous comrade. "We need not put your battle-strength to the test."

Beor marveled at the Rimemaidens. Fearsome in all things, war and lust included, he thought.

"Our challenge is simple," Birgitte continued. "You wrested release from our chieftess without surrendering your own. Our aim is to take your release from you again and again until you are utterly spent." While Yuolit was all fire, Birgitte could not conceal the desire smoldering behind her green eyes. She was taller than most men, but still she looked up into Beor's face. Then her eyes drifted down, over his barrel chest, along his mighty forearms, and lower to the prize she sought. She bit her lip in thought.

"And you seek this too, little torch?" Beor looked at Yuolit with doubt carved into his face.

"Little!" Yuolit spat back. "Though this land be full of giants, I am tallest among my people by far, southmarcher!" The tension between her and Beor crackled like lightning. It was not all dark fire, he noted. "To conquer you and take your power into myself will be my pride and pleasure."

Beor dared himself to glance at the visage of Lindelaine, fair beyond fair. "And even you, who wields no weapon and who stands not in the shield wall?"

Lindelaine swayed toward him in her dress of deep green. The slit in her skirts revealed all of one shapely leg with each step, supple and pale in the light of the bathhouse. "My pleasure lies in the women of the Rimemaidens," she cooed, nonetheless tracing her deft fingers across Beor's chest. "And in the stories they achieve. It is my aim to watch this contest play out, to marvel at the skill of your bodies, and to preserve it in song for all time." Beor was surprised to see the dim echo of Birgitte's hunger in Lindelaine's hazel eyes. "The Maidens and the Bear," she offered. "As potent as it is discrete, and yet clear to those who have ears to hear."

Beor laughed again. "Well, then!" He clapped his hands together. "Conquered by two shieldmaidens as fearsome as they are comely. With a new song for my legend to boot!" He strode into the midst of the women. "We have an accord."

Slowly, with restrained eagerness, Birgitte and Yuolit circled their huge prey. Lindelaine moved toward a lute lying against the wall. She plucked a single line of notes upon its strings, but the soft melody continued to grace the air with its music after she set the instrument back down. She picked up a hide drum and tapped out a rhythm to match. Then she sang, with her voice that has brought kings and demons to tears. All in attendance could not help but pause to dwell in the bliss of her music.

First to break her reverie, Birgitte placed her hand on Beor's shoulder. Her green eyes met Beor's gray. Her lashes fluttered as she rose up on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"This will be a contest worthy of song indeed."

With sudden strength, her hands found Beor's collar and ripped his shirt from his body. At the same time, Yuolit's hands snaked around from behind him and unfastened his breeches. The clothes fell to the floor and he stood, naked and resolute, before the three women. They each paused, much the same as they had paused in reverence at the song of Many Voices, to marvel at the strength of his hairy body and at his cock, long and thick even before it had swelled for this contest.

Birgitte's hand touched Beor's massive chest and slid down his rippling stomach before settling at her own waist. She pulled a cord on her baggy breeches and they fell to the floor. Her shirt fell to her thighs, but this too she removed until she stood in her own nakedness. She was broad at the shoulders and narrow at the hips, with strong, tanned arms and thighs knicked with scars from countless battles. Her breasts were large and heavy, sagging a little to either side of her powerful chest. The short, dark blonde hair that framed her face was matched by the hair between her legs. She was no great beauty, but Beor had gladly bedded less pretty warriors than her before. He felt himself stir at the sight of her.

Birgitte leapt toward him, but not into his arms. Rather, she tackled him at the shoulders. Beor would have easily borne the assault if not for Yuolit, who had grappled his legs with surprising speed and skill. He toppled backward onto a pile of cushions as Birgitte covered his mouth in kisses. He felt Yuolit tug his arm out to the side, then felt the firm warmth of her bare flesh. Too distracted by Birgitte's lusty advances, he could spare no more thought for the herdswoman from the far tundra.

Birgitte straddled Beor as his cock roused

beneath her. Sensing his readiness, she ground her hips upon him. Already she was slick with anticipation. Beor reached to grab her ample ass, or rather he tried but found one arm, and then the other were both stymied.

"Just in time," Yuolit declared with smug satisfaction. Birgitte rose to sit upon Beor and he saw that both his arms and legs had been bound by stout ropes to anchor points in the walls. He tested the restraints and found the knots to be well tied.

Mischief flashed across Birgitte's eyes. "This is, after all, our revenge upon you. It wouldn't serve for you to be completely at your ease." The music of Many Voices grew swelled into a lively rhythm.

Beor chuckled but said nothing. He looked at Yuolit, who had stripped her clothing as well. She was perhaps a little taller than most women, and lean to the point that she looked almost stretched across her long, muscular frame. Her olive skin was knicked with scars too, and the thin tattoos of her people traced down her arms, around the dark nipples on her pert breasts, and down past her hips onto her legs. Her night-black braid and the hair above her sex were both straight and tidy. If Birgitte had stirred his loins, the sight of Yuolit brought him to full attention.

The herdswoman slinked toward him with the taut grace of a seasoned hunter. Even naked, the danger of her body was plain. She settled down on the cushions and moved her head close to Birgitte and Beor. His cock stood out from between Birgitte's hips.

"A fine challenge," Yuolit appraised as she kissed his swollen head. Her lips and tongue set to work down his shaft and into Birgitte's folds. She lapped indiscriminately between them until Birgitte stirred from her seat.

"Good idea," the blonde warrior said to her comrade as she slid down to join her mouth with Yuolit's. They kissed a few times over Beor's cock, then licked and suckled along his length in tandem.

Behind them both, Lindelaine's eyes stared, unblinking, at the tangle of flesh before her. Though her mouth hung open at the sight, her voice still magically hung in the slowly warming air of the room. Beor looked between the women at his cock and the beauty seated in a chair not far off. Lindelaine's hand graced her throat as she sighed, then drifted down to gently squeeze her breast through her dress. Her legs fell open, but her skirts concealed the treasure within from Beor's sight. She languished at the vision of two of her lovers hard at work on a man so mighty as the one before her.

Birgitte and Yuolit began to take turns seeing how much of Beor's cock they could fit into their mouths. Yuolit made a fine showing, but Birgitte managed to take so much of him that her nose mingled with the dark hairs at his base. Neither could manage this for long, though, so they resumed kissing and licking him in tandem from his head down his veiny shaft. Beor closed his eyes in apparent concentration, and before any of the women expected, his cock heaved and spurts of white seed sprayed upward and all over their faces.

The sudden triumph on Birgitte and Yuolit's newly painted faces faded when they saw Beor's devilish grin. "If you seek to drain me utterly," he said, "I grant you the mercy of an early start. I promise: you'll need it."

The warrior women laughed and turned to kiss each other, sticky seed bridging the gap between their faces. Yuolit grabbed Birgitte's cheeks and licked her clean, then used her fingers to wipe the seed from her own face into her mouth. By the time they were finished, they were surprised to see Beor was still fully erect.

"You'll have a hard time of it from here on out," Beor said. "I do not slacken, but it will be long minutes before you claw release from me again."

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Lindelaine rose from her seat across the room. "I think you'll find your contest against my power somewhat harder than you expect." As her hips swayed closer and closer to him, she placed a hand on the strap of her dress. She said "freedom, if you please," in a singsong lilt, and all the ties and cinches that held her dress together leapt to obey. Her embroidered bodice peeled away first and fell to the floor with as much grace as its owner. Free of its constraint, she need only take another step forward for her dress and smallclothes to follow suit.

Though the smoldering embers of her curly tresses obscured much of her chest, Beor's breath caught in his throat at the sight of the bard before him. Never had he beheld a form as perfect as hers. The gaudiest hourglass of the wealthiest merchant would hide itself in shame in the presence of her voluptuous curves. Her pale skin was as smooth as glass, and looked as soft as a feather pillow. As she settled on the cushions next to Beor, her hair parted to reveal the perfect globes of her breasts, larger than a handful but still firm, with small pink nipples upturned on each peak. This close, the scent of her perfume made Beor's eyes loll back into his head.

"Taking pleasure in more than women?" Beor managed to murmur in a drowsy haze.

Lindelaine's perfect breasts brushed Beor's chest as she leaned down toward his ear. "Not as such," she whispered. "But please, warrior, refresh yourself at the sight of me."

Abruptly, Beor felt a stirring in his loins. He looked down to see Birgitte and Yuolit still kissing each other deeply on either side of his member. It swelled anew at the bard's words. His drowsiness melted away as not only clarity snapped into his mind, but urgent hunger. He flexed his arms and the stout ropes that bound him burst asunder. He reached down to grasp Birgitte by the shoulder and drag her up to his lap. "Get up here," he barked. "I have a mighty need."

As Birgitte giggled, Yuolit gawked at the bonds she had tied to the champion's wrists. "No hunted beast has overmatched my ties before! Did you lie there in treachery this whole time?"

Beor laughed as he slapped the ass he'd not been able to grasp earlier. "I have burst free from stout chains, herdswoman. No rope could restrain me if I don't wish it. Now, Birgitte, see if your boldness can subdue what many others have not."

Birgitte shifted until she straddled Beor's hips once more. She rose and grasped his thick cock with one hand, guiding it to the slick folds of her entrance. With the same cool confidence she displayed outside, she sat down and took his full length within her.

"Gods!" she cried, her face torn between pleasure and strain. "I haven't felt such a stuffing in a long time." She ground her hips upon him as he felt the grip of her inner walls. What had strained her chieftess to the limit was borne somewhat more easily by this big woman and her eager cunt. She set to work, grinding and bouncing with lurid moans that stoked Beor's fire as if he were fresh again. His strong hands gripped her hips and he bucked upward, clapping their bodies together once, then twice, then again and again.

The other two women huddled together to watch this passion from mere inches away. They fondled each other as they saw Birgitte's folds stretch to receive him, her thick ass rippling with every bounce upon Beor's swollen member. The warrior's juices flowed to receive such a mighty cock. Her keening cries told them of her ecstasy better than words ever could. Birgitte did her utmost to push Beor over the edge, but the growing hitch in her breathing foretold her own doom. Slamming down upon him one last time, Yuolit and Lindelaine saw Birgitte's ass cradle Beor's hairy balls as her climax shuddered through her at last. Birgitte gritted her teeth and gripped the hairs of Beor's chest as pleasure rocked through her body.

"Gods dammit!" she cried in the wake of her minor defeat. "One of you get up here and help me best him!"

Yuolit leapt at the chance. She flowed around Birgitte's still-shuddering frame like water, up to Beor's head. Swinging one leg wide, she straddled Beor and settled her slit over his face. "Set to work, you brute!" she commanded, feeling the grit of Beor's beard upon her slick sex. "And come here, you beautiful creature." She wrapped a slender hand around the back of Birgitte's neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss as both of them gyrated on the champion beneath them.

Beor was drowned in lust. He felt the embrace of Birgitte's cunt on his cock. His lips and tongue explored Yuolit's depths. His eyes saw only the olive swell of the herdswoman's ass above him. His hands groped between the two of them, feeling by turns the heavy breasts of Birgitte and the lean breasts of Yuolit. He felt himself begin to climb back toward another peak.

Behind them all, Lindelaine was still transfixed by the work of Birgitte's cunt on Beor's cock. One skilled hand drifted down to her dripping sex while the other reached out to feel the union of the two warriors before her. Her fingers alighted first on Birgitte's ass, then her enveloping folds. From there, it was impossible to avoid the iron rod of Beor, thrusting into Birgitte with increasing abandon. Soon, Lindelaine fondled them both in equal measure, roaming with her hand over hard shaft, yielding flesh, and even down to Beor's heavy balls. She could not look away as Beor gripped Birgitte's hips and pumped until his balls drew tight up against Birgitte's sex.

Atop the mighty warrior, Birgitte felt Beor burst within her as he moaned into Yuolit's demanding cunt. Birgitte's thoughts raced on the verge of distress, for Beor filled her with what felt like just as much seed as he'd painted across their faces just minutes earlier. How could a man rally so much, in such a short time? Could this champion outlast even their combined efforts?

As Birgitte rolled off of Beor to his side, he heaved Yuolit off of him as well. Lindelaine watched them all catch their breath in a soiled pile of limb and body while her hands kindled the first sigh of her own rising peak. These mighty women had worked their considerable skills on her body many times before. To see them give everything they had to best this man drove the bard deep into her bliss.

Beor took several deep breaths. His cock pulsed on his stomach, but still did not grow slack. He managed to rise to a sitting position amid the tangle of bodies. "Herdswoman, do you still dare to face me in earnest?"

Yuolit rolled over to level a silent glare at Beor. She rose to her hands and knees and turned to rub her cunt against Beor's chest. "Rut me like a reindeer, if you dare."

Beor took one last heavy breath and smacked her on the ass. He grabbed her slender hips as he hefted himself onto his knees, then turned to face her. His cock flopped down onto Yuolit's ass, pressing up against both her holes. He leaned forward enough to push her onto her elbows for a moment. As he pulled back, his cock slid down to the hunter's wetness.

"Your chieftess offered me the same challenge," Beor took himself in hand and pressed his tip into her. "May you fare half as well."

Yuolit rocked back to receive him. She managed to take over half of him in one thrust, but she rocked back and forth for seconds to work the rest of him inside. This mighty cock stretched her to bursting.

"Birgitte, I need you!" Yuolit beckoned to her comrade, who crawled over and collapsed on her back in front of the hunter. White seed spilled out of her well-used pussy. Yuolit bent down and lapped at it, kissing Birgitte's sex and exploring it with her tongue. Beor's slow thrusts rippled through her and into Birgitte.

By then, Lindelaine's skilled fingers had stoked her pleasure into a blaze of lust. She fell upon Birgitte and showered her with kisses. Her perfect lips smothered the shieldmaiden's face, her neck, and her breasts. Birgitte returned the favors with every chance. In time, her hand drifted down to the work Lindelaine had forgotten. The bard gasped at the touch as Yuolit was pushed to breaking by Beor's cock. All their moaning mingled for long moments. The song of Lindelaine's climax was the crown jewel of it all.

At last, Yuolit surged forward and off of Beor's cock. They both fell onto the cushions. "A fine rut," Yuolit conceded, "but my cunt has had enough of that monster."

"Shame," Beor sighed, face still half-pressed into the cushions. "That tight cunt brought me very near the edge."

Yuolit rallied with sudden ferocity and dragged herself down to his crotch. Her hands and mouth worked in harmony to silence Beor's boasting. Lindelaine brought herself down to kiss and caress Yuolit's sex, that had been strained so dearly. Even Birgitte rolled over to press her breasts into Beor's face and hands. In mere moments, Yuolit felt the surge of his seed in her throat. Lindelaine's lips upon her folds triggered her own peak at the same time, so she writhed as Beor's ragged moans filled the room.

She collapsed on Beor's thigh, his cock stretched out beside her exhausted face. "Victory is mine, you brute."

"I swear by all the gods," Beor panted. "I remain unspent." His cock wavered, but still it did not slacken.

Birgitte and Yuolit shared a doubtful look. A smile crossed Beor's face, then broke upon a voice as soft as silk.

"I need to feel it for myself." Lindelaine's freckled eyes could not tear themselves away from Beor's shaggy middle. The warrior women looked at her in near shock.

"I can know your trial here in a way I never could on the battlefield." Lindelaine reached out a hand to grace Beor's heaving stomach. "I must know."

The thought of Lindelaine's bliss stirred him from a deep reverie. He rose to his haunches. "If such a beauty desires..."

He reached out to her but she checked his hand. She looked long at Birgitte, then at Yuolit. "You must help me."

With a few quick words between them, Birgitte lay on her back. She too was yet unspent, and would take Beor's cock while Lindelaine lay on top of her, feeling only the force of his body. Yuolit, beyond any real work of her own, would play at Lindelaine's nipples and at her sex to relax her as much as possible. As their plan was set into motion, Birgitte kissed Lindelaine's neck and joined her hands to Yuolit's all over the bard's body. The clash of Beor's slow, determined thrusts rippled through Birgitte and into Lindelaine. His stomach clapped against her sex as he fucked the warrior beneath her. She grew close to her peak as Beor growled filthy things to the three of them.

"Now!" her honeyed voice cried. "Oh now, and quickly!"

A sigh of relief shook Birgitte as Beor withdrew from her spent pussy. He guided himself to Lindelaine's perfect folds and tested his passage. She groaned long and deep as soon as he edged inside. Beor pushed, but could not make his way any deeper toward the core of Many Voices. Yuolit and Birgitte redoubled their efforts. Another couples inches of Beor was purchased with a moan of agonizing ecstasy from Lindelaine. He withdrew, but Lindelaine groped for his hips! "More! I must know!"

Beor pushed half of his length into her and she writhed. His cock twitched once and she came undone completely. It was hard to call the product of her lovely voice a scream, but scream she did, stretched as far as she could possibly go.

"Gods!" she screamed again. "Oh, gods, Beor! Enough!"

The champion withdrew and collapsed onto the cushions. They all wriggled helplessly for any stamina they could find.

Beor drew a deep breath. "Still... unspent."

With a mighty effort, first Birgitte, then Yuolit, and even Lindelaine managed to bring themselves down toward the cock that had grown tight and purple with exertion. Slowly, all three women began to rub their faces along its length, kissing each other to build the fortitude they needed to set their mouths upon him. Three tongues and six lips worked in tandem for a short while until Beor's eyes burst open in a last, primal surge of passion. His hips bucked and he shot a single rope of cum up in the air and down across Lindelaine's perfect breasts.

The four of them fainted on the spot. They lay, a mess of bodies and fluids, for long hours until late in the day. Even after the women had roused, Beor remained deep in slumber until the next morning. Against formidable odds, the Rimemaidens had wrung their revenge from the one who had bested their beloved chieftess.

Some weeks later, a new song debuted in the court of Queen Helka. It sang of three brave maidens who sought a monstrous bear, only to find a demon of fire and driving rain. It sang of their long struggle against it, where all their courage, skill, and even magical power was pushed to the brink. It sang of fellowship conquering all odds, and of the overwhelming sweetness of victory long remembered. Borne upon the perfect, soaring tones of Lindelaine of Many Voices, the Maidens and the Bear became a banner in the coming days of war, in all matters of personal striving, and even--some would say strangely--in quests of the heart.