Rival's Triumph

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It was the time of the blademoot within King Hakon's stout-walled city, when warriors gathered every three years near the end of winter to test their might against one another in games of strength and skill. That dawn in particular had brought with it the first thaw of Spring, so the blademoot must end. Before the victors and the unsatisfied parted to seek their homes and the conflicts that threatened them, every tavern in the city was full of the mirth, merriment, and might of hundreds of warriors.

The city had played host to such valiant company as Yorn the Fair, whose handsome face had survived many battles without a single scar, and Skina of the Wraith's Warning, who commanded a fearless cavalry from atop her doughty steed. The reavers of Captain Vedis, brazen queen of the outer seas, had won much renown in all matters of ice swimming and surefootedness. Bands such as Doom's Mourning and the furtive rogues of the Eavesbound Company had fared exceeding well in the trials of the previous month, but two bands stood far above all others as champions and conquerors.

The Rimemaidens of the Last Hall were a rare company made up entirely of women. They were fearsome banshees in play and in earnest, especially in contests of teamwork and defense. No less in might, the Sea King's Thanes from the southern coasts reigned supreme in games of raw strength, and not even the crew of Captain Vedis could pull oars faster along the rough shorelines of the northern fjords. Both the Rimemaidens and the Sea King's Thanes crowned nearly a dozen champions each from the events of the blademoot.

The Hero's Reward was a long hall across a road from the city's burial grounds. Said to ferment the best mead in the city, the Reward was full to bursting with warriors who itched to loose the last of their competitive energy upon each other. A myriad of games and boastful tale and song had all been quieted as two commanders squared off at a table in the center of the hall.

Rohn Greenshanks of the Eavesbound Company sought yet more glory for his warriors. His band had bested many others, but he could not abide seeing two bands rise above his own. And so he sat down across the table from Lithy, Chieftess of the Rimemaidens, and challenged her to a game of Five Fingers Less. Lithy never shirked a challenge, and within the first two rounds it was clear that she could not be beaten by Greenshanks. He could hold an impressively fast rhythm as the point of his knife plunged again and again between the gaps in his bony fingers, but Lithy never erred no matter how fast or how erratically her dagger struck. In time, she even stopped watching her hands as her knife jacked up and down across the table like wildfire.

Soon the cry of defeat rang out from Greenshanks' lips as his knife knicked the flesh between thumb and forefinger. Lithy leapt atop the table with unscathed hands lifted high for all to see. "Victory and glory!" Lithy cried to raucous cheers. "The Rimemaidens have known no other way since first I took their command five years past!"

After another round of cheers rose and fell, Rohn pushed the bench back from the table and rose with darkened eyes. "Lithy is peerless, yes, but the tale of the Rimemaidens tells of the sting of the conqueror, if nowhere else than between their own legs!"

The archer's rash words silenced the hall from end to end. Before anyone could say anything, Lithy tackled Rohn to the ground with a knife against his throat. "Such words would earn you a swift death if not for the oaths of the blademoot." Lithy's voice was as cold and hard as the iron in her grip. "Take back your slander, and quickly, for the oath cannot protect you from more of your loser's knicks and cuts."

Three of the Eavesbound Company approached and laid hands on Lithy's shoulders. As they heaved her off of their chief, one said "Now Lithy, peace. It is not slander to speak of the lust of the Rimemaidens, storied at least as much as any other fell warriors in this realm."

Or rather, she would have scolded Lithy thus if things had gone according to the Eavesbound's wishes. Instead, no sooner had they laid hands on Lithy than she burst free of their grip. Not even the most sharp-eyed marksmen in the hall could follow the speed of Lithy's movements as her small frame darted between her foes. She dodged their blows and tangled their limbs until Greenshanks and all three of his faithful were bloodied on the floor.

"One folly and four wounded, well!" Lithy cried, kicking one warrior as the group of them scrambled for the door. They each blurted their apologies and respects as she drove them out into the cold of night. Lithy halted at the door frame, watching as they fled like dogs with their tails between their legs. Fresh cheers broke out in awe at the peerless power brimming within Lithy's petite body.

Lithy raised her arms again and her high voice soared over the noisesome crowd. "Let it be known that Lithy of the Rimemaidens has no equal in the world in any feat or endeavor!" The crowd cried out their agreement, but she silenced them again. "So too do my Rimemaidens share in every part of my own glory." Lithy's fists fell to rest on the blades of her hips. "Any man or woman who thinks to conquer me or mine will find bitter confirmation of this fact. Tonight, it shall be proved within these very halls."

The crowd shared fearful glances and murmured words as the ice of Lithy's eyes bored into them. For a moment, she allowed the silent question to hang in the air. "Any warrior who seeks to conquer the Rimemaidens in battle or in lust is hereby challenged to attempt it with me. Anyone who doesn't should leave immediately."

The first to speak up were two or three warrior women from different bands, all swearing they would stand with Lithy should anyone test her challenge. "No!" Lithy's voice rang with all the command of her station, but her eyes held a warmth that no man had ever felt directed at them. "I see your valor and I thank you for it, but tonight the battle is mine alone." She eyed one of those women appraisingly. "Seek me some other time, but in this contest none other can defend the glory of my Rimemaidens." Lithy stepped to one side, allowing passage from the Reward's broad doors. "Now, decide one and all: who shall test me tonight, and who shall depart?"

At first, no one moved. Murmurs rippled through the crowd, then many made their way to the door. Each of them bent as they left, to offer respect and well wishes to Lithy on their way out. When Lithy finally closed and barred the doors, she turned to find ten men and no women remained in the hall. Some were young and others nearing retirement from the hard work of battle. They were tall, short, broad, and lean by turns, but each of them were blooded warriors with tales of their own. Each of them, she noted, swore allegiance to the Sea King's Thanes. They looked between each other for silent solidarity, and over toward Lithy with trepidation.

"Do any of you seek to test my battle prowess tonight?" Lithy took three steps into the hall. The warriors steeled themselves so their instincts would not force them to retreat from this tiny titan before them.

"No, chieftess," a grizzled veteran said. "We of the Sea King's Thanes know better than to prod a sabercat without cause."

A smile balanced on the edge of cruelty bloomed on Lithy's face. "That is well, Gorlim Sea-Spray. It's been a fortnight since you fared as well as you could against my second, Birgitte the Bold. It is good to see you well."

Gorlim nodded his head as the others muttered their agreement. None of them needed her demonstration against the Eavesbound Company to know that to assail Lithy was folly.

"If none of you care to test yourselves against me in battle, then you must test your lust against me instead." Lithy stepped with unhurried confidence into their midst as she spoke. She looked up into each of their eyes. "You must attempt to overwhelm me with passion by whatever means you can. But know this: you could each rally three times and still you could not conquer me with the strength I see before me."

Hunger began to grow in the many eyes arrayed around her, but no man moved. Lithy spun slowly, testing the gaze of each man before her. Though none faltered, the daunting task before them was written plain upon their faces.

"Well?" she demanded, leering at the warriors who encircled her. "If none will step forward to give the first blow, then I shall choose from among you."

She spun slowly again, pointing to three warriors in turn. One was younger than her, but tall and powerfully built. Another was a little older, growing not so much softer, but larger with age. The third was lean and bristled with an unspoken danger.

"You three, reveal your bodies to me."

She saw the spark of challenge in their eyes as they removed their tunics, then their shoes, and finally their breeches. Lithy had chosen well. Each of these men had handsome members in their own way. Longer or shorter, they were all pleasantly thick even before their lust was fully roused. Their bodies were all serviceable too. The lean one looked as though his endurance might last for hours. The seasoned warrior could fairly crush her beneath his stout chest and stomach. The young buck's proportions were wondrous: wide and narrow where they should be, and covered in thick muscle. Lithy considered him carefully, wondering if he might rise to rival his chieftain someday.

Without words, she pulled the tie at the waist of her breeches and they fell to the floor. Everything above her knees was still concealed by her long, red tunic, but already she saw the three cocks show their first stirrings. She looked up into the young buck's brown eyes.

"What is your name?"

"Algar."

"You have no byname?"

A flash of something across Algar's face betrayed that he had not yet done deeds worthy of a byname, but he steeled himself quickly.

"My name alone is enough for a legend."

Lithy raised an eyebrow and pounced upon him with such force that he toppled onto his back. "We shall see," she said, grinding her hips on his. She felt his cock harden through her linen tunic. Her wetness seeped through the tunic onto him and she felt him begin to grind back.

Lithy leaned forward until her mouth met his. She reached down to pull up her tunic and found his hand already reaching for her hips. He lifted her up and with his other hand, pushed his cock to her cunt. She licked his face, whispered a gentle threat in his ear, and rocked back until she had taken in his full length.

"Ahhh," she sighed, long and luxuriously. "A fine start." The others in the room watched as her grinding turned into riding him hard and fast. When she switched to bounce upon him, the others saw Algar's cock disappear again and again into the pale gold hair of her sex. Several reached into their own breeches at the sight of it.

In no time, Algar groaned between climax and despair. His hips surged upward and his balls tightened against her ass. The pulsing she felt inside her was the sign of her first victory over these hopeless hopefuls. As she stood, white seed dripped out of her barely used cunt.

Without a word, Lithy turned toward Gorlim. Though his hair was more gray than anything and hard lines were etched across his brow, he was still amongst the fittest in the band. His hairy forearms had pressed the oars for twenty years of strife and courage. This man, who had mastered many fears and still had fire to fight, did not flinch at the sight of this fierce woman before him, but he knew she would be his greatest challenge in many years.

As Lithy approached, she pulled her tunic over her head to reveal herself in full. A cheer went up among the other men, especially from Algar, still on the floor. The chieftess was short by any standard, and lean to the point of wiry strength. Her tits were little more than hardened nipples and her hips barely widened, but she was all woman from head to toe. The sharp lines of her face were alluring if not beautiful. The pale gold of her hair fell in a thick braid down to her hips, which swayed with a deadly grace. All her surprising strength was as supple as a wave upon the sea. Largest of all her attributes, her ass was almost plump, and strong enough to grapple foes twice her size.

She reached into Gorlim's breeches as she fell to one knee. His dick emerged from a tangle of dark hair and she devoured it. Her mouth worked such wonders on him that Gorlim showed signs of distress nearly as soon as she'd begun. He struggled against her lips and tongue, but gave up his seed even faster than Algar. Lithy swallowed every drop while Algar's seed still dripped from between her legs.

"You fools," Lithy rose to her feet again. "You stand no chance if I face you all alone. What are you waiting for?"

The seasoned warrior from earlier lunged forward. He wrapped his hands around her waist and heaved her up onto a table nearby. Lithy landed on her hands and knees. She felt calloused hands hook around her hips as he shoved his cock into her from behind. She braced at the force of his thrusts and grinned. "There's the fire you'll need!" She sighed and looked around the room. "Who else?"

The lean warrior stepped up until Lithy's face was level with his dick. She looked up at him with eagerness as she devoured him too. He didn't dare thrust while his comrade fucked so vigorously, but in truth he worried that if he loosened his will, she would ruin him too soon. The reputation of the Sea King's Thanes was at stake this night.

After long moments with no sign that they could stir Lithy's arousal, Algar stepped forward to join the fray. He felt a strong hand take him by the elbow and pull him back.

"We aren't enough," Gorlim growled, spellbound by the sight before him. "Go fetch as much of the band as you can." The veteran dumped some boots, breeches and a cloak into Algar's arms and pushed him toward the door. "Tell them a monster of lust must be slaked, and if they do not bring their respect then they bring folly and ruin for us all. Go!"

Algar dressed as the sound of his seasoned comrade's peak cut through the air. The lean warrior followed shortly after, pulling out of Lithy's mouth to paint her face with pale battle lines. By then, most of the others were naked and edging closer to the scene.

As Algar ducked out the side door of the Hero's reward, he looked back to see Lithy lower her dripping cunt onto the cock of a man reclined on a mead bench. Two of his comrades sat further down the bench, their cocks standing tall in waiting. Some of the other men dealt blows of their seed onto her back. Through all this, Lithy remained soaking wet but as unmoved as a stout tree in the wind. Algar swore to the gods and disappeared into the night.

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Algar returned some minutes later with another dozen of his comrades. Beor, their chief and champion, was not among them, but the young buck found three eager blademoot victors at the Iceberg Tavern, and several other Thanes besides. He led them around to the side door, where they heard moans rising within. "She is truly a tempest," he said with a note of warning. "Steel yourselves now."

He opened the door to see Lithy straddling a man laid out on a table. While he thrust into her hairy cunt, another man stood behind her with his cock in her ass and her braid gathered in his fist. Yet a third man stood before her, thrusting shallowly into her mouth. In the time that Algar had been away, Lithy's lust had been awakened at last. She moaned around the warrior's cock, wanton and wild in her struggle against three men.

The newcomers streamed through the doors toward the scene. The first among them shed their clothes as they walked, and two flopped their swelling dicks into Lithy's hands. The six of them fucked for minutes before the first of them spilled his seed on Lithy's shoulder and breast. She felt another surge within her as one dick pumped a load into her cunt. Soon after, another did the same in her ass. She managed to swallow the seed from the dick in her mouth, but the one that remained in her hand burst all over her face, joining the aftermath of previous warriors. Lithy's moans reached their first peak in this maelstrom of lust.

No sooner did Lithy remove herself from that pile than another Thane--she couldn't tell if he was from the original ten or the newcomers--pulled her down to sit on him atop the next table over. Finally, she felt their urgency begin to overwhelm her. The contest had begun.

This warrior faced Lithy away from him and settled her ass onto his dick. She laid back along his torso and their mouths found each other for a flurry of rough kisses. The sight of her splayed out, drenched in seed, grinding on a dick with her cunt still open stirred many hopefuls from the sidelines. Algar parted their ranks with haste and drew up between Lithy's legs.

"You again," she grinned and reached down to spread her hairy lips. White seed still seeped from her down onto the dick beneath her. "Think you'll fare better this time?"

Algar pushed her knees up to her chest and thrust himself to the hilt in one powerful motion. Lithy gasped. Algar's cock was a delicious stretch, and in this position it curved up to press against her inner bliss. These fresh cocks filling her sent her to new heights of pleasure. She felt a hand grip her breast and looked up to see another dick inches from her face. She reached out and pulled it to her mouth. Once again she took as many dicks as she possibly could. Her vision swam as another climax rippled through her body. She might have held off longer, but in her heart she knew Algar's cock was too well-formed to resist this time.

When these latest three had filled and painted her once more, they peeled away to find drink and reprieve alongside several others. Lithy's breaths came more heavily now, the rise to her feet a greater effort. "Come on," she groaned, looking at so many spent warriors before her. "Surely you can do better than that."

"Try to claim another load from me," a man taunted, leaning against a column to catch his breath. "Break yourself upon this empty dick if you dare."

Lithy fell to her knees in front of him. She worked his dick with her tongue and hands until he came into her open mouth. She wiped his seed from her chin as four hands lifted her back onto her feet.

"More of that riding you're so good at, chieftess," a gruff voice bellowed in her ear. She half-leapt, half-fell onto this new veteran's body as he laid down on the floor. She felt again the heat of a cock filling her cunt and rode him more by instinct than anything else.

"I'll have that ass!" she heard a voice shout behind her. A fresh young warrior pressed his hips against her to see how far his long cock fell across her back. He smiled and pulled his tip down. He thrust in and Lithy gave a ferocious shout of pleasure. She gripped the veteran's chest beneath her and it was some moments before she was capable of speech.

"Your aim is terrible, but the target is just right!" The chieftess of the Rimemaidens fell back into moaning.

The young warrior looked down to see Lithy's ass still puckered and waiting. His brow furrowed as he looked closer. Somehow, he had fit his cock into Lithy's cunt alongside his comrade. They thrust together, rubbing against each other and stretching Lithy beyond what either of them thought possible. As his realization mingled with these sensations, he lost control and sprayed his hot cum all over her insides.

When the young warrior pulled away, he turned to the others with arms raised. "That mighty cunt can take two cocks!" Cheers redoubled around the hall as new hopefuls stepped forward.

"Get in here!" the veteran beneath her growled. "She's awfully tight like this."

Four warriors in total took their turns fucking Lithy's cunt with two dicks at once. Her climax was so long and relentless that it lasted nearly the entire time these men filled her.

When she finally pulled herself free once more, she could not rise to her feet. All around her, men panted after their own, sole exertions. Her own breathing was ragged as she began to crawl over to someone she didn't remember fucking already. He had mostly stuck to the sidelines, stroking his curved dick while he watched the others struggle against her. Sweat, seed, and even spit covered Lithy. Her body dripped with every movement.

"You," she said, pulling at the man's knee. "Someone claimed to take my ass again, but I remain unsatisfied."

The man roused from his bench seat and grabbed her hips to turn her around. He crouched behind her and fucked her ass with abandon. This seemed to rouse Lithy more than to break her, so another man stepped forward to attempt to overwhelm her mouth. Soon they both joined the ranks of those who could not withstand her sex. The one sprayed fresh seed on her face, and not long after the other filled her ass again. Both of them fell to the floor, exhausted.

Staggering, Lithy rose slowly to her feet. She moved through the tangle of bodies on the floor over to a jar of snowmelt and downed the whole thing in one long pull.

Once the water was finished, she turned and sat roughly on the mead bench. "I take my one reprieve!" she declared to the crowd. "None of you may touch me for one turn of the small glass. Whatever else you do in that time is permitted."

Two of the hairiest of the Thanes approached her with cocks in hand. "Some of that water began to clean you, chieftess," one of them said with a chuckle.

"Can't have that!" the other chuckled and they stroked themselves inches from her body. Her face was a mask of steel as she endured their taunting. A few others approached to join the first two. Three of them sprayed their loads across her chest and stomach before she waved them off.

"Wasteful," she said, still breathing hard. "You still need much more to best me this night."

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Though no one actually turned an hourglass, after a few minutes Lithy clapped her hands and rose back up to her feet. Several warriors quailed to see how much vitality she had recovered during her reprieve. She still showed signs of heavy wear, but a hungry fire had reignited in her icy blue eyes.

"Who still stands ready to face me?" Lithy ran her fingers along her arms, caked with seed. "I grow dry and yet remain unconquered!"

Several of the older warriors waved her off. They each sat upon benches or the floor, and looked as though they might not rise again until morning. Most of the others groaned at the prospect of more exertion. A few had clearly tired of this unyielding warrior woman and turned their attentions to each other. Only a few stood and approached her at first. Each had stern resolution carved into their faces, but none of them looked confident as they drew near.

If the hall had not reached the depths of carnal carnage already, it fell into it soon enough. Lithy and her lovers crawled over and around each other, abandoning all sense of bravado or mastery. They writhed together, sometimes finding holes for their cocks and sometimes merely grinding against Lithy's body, an electric mix of firm and soft. In moments where all seemed at an end, Lithy would haul herself over to some poor fool who had rested for a while, tugging and prodding at him until she coaxed another, diminished load from his exhausted dick. She moved this way, roving from one body to another, until all she encountered pushed her away.

"Are there truly none left in this mighty bunch to attempt your quest?" Her words were bold, but the near-collapsed heap of her on the ground belied that she too was near her limit.

Lithy felt a strong hand on her head. She turned to look up at Algar, standing on legs braced against his own collapse. He had filled her cunt with his virile seed three times already this night. He had not spent himself anywhere else on her.

"A bold one remains," she sputtered, reaching up to grip his cock with whatever strength she had left. Alone of all the warriors in the hall, Algar remained hard. "You show promise, Algar of no byname."

His brown eyes sagged with his fatigue, but he bent down to grip her by the hips as so many had before. Wordlessly, he heaved Lithy up onto her feet and pulled her around until her ass was pressed against giant thighs. He fumbled for his cock until he had pressed it past the folds of her strained cunt one final time. Lithy bent at the waist, her arms dangling down to touch the floor as he thrust into her, slow and deliberate.

"Yes," she murmured, eyes closed at the strain of this last battle. "Do you think yourself mighty? Do you seek the glory of filling this warm cunt more than any of your peers?"

Slowly but surely, Algar quickened the pace of his thrusts. "Yes!" she cried again, finding the will to grind back into him. "Yes! Try to claim me if you dare!" He nearly lifted her off the ground as he fucked her, ragged and desperate, searching for the last dregs of lust within him.

Lithy felt yet another peak begin to rise within her. Algar's thrusting grew erratic, and she knew this was the final push. She knew not whether it would be her victory or defeat. Algar seized, but she did not feel the warm pulse of his cock. Instead he groaned and left her as he fell to the floor, utterly spent. Lithy fell to her knees in a swoon for long minutes.

But with an iron bond forged between the strength of her body and the will of her spirit, slowly, inevitably, Lithy, Chieftess of the Rimemaidens, rose to her feet. She was covered in the gore of lust. Dry seed and wet alike clung to every inch of her. It dripped from her chin, her fingertips, and her still-firm nipples. It clung to the lean muscles of her stomach and ran down the curve of her taut ass. It seeped from every opening on her body. Her eyes were red with strain, but they gazed upon the wreck of the bodies all around her. There in the dim light of a blazing fire that had burned down to embers, they were all smeared with the signs of their exertions, if not as thoroughly as her. None else stood in a hall that was silent save for the snoring of a few warriors who had taxed themselves beyond waking life. Lithy raised a weary fist in triumph.

After those long hours of exertion, she downed a tankard of mead and set to work dressing herself. She managed to put on her boots and thick fur cloak, but couldn't be bothered with the rest. As she left the hall, she spared one last look for the battle she had waged and won. A smile curled her weary lips, then she was gone.

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After an hour of limping through the city streets and out the gate of its stout walls, she finally made it back to the Rimemaiden's camp. It was after midnight, but many of her sisters still reveled by a high bonfire. She moved into their midst and raised her voice.

"The glory of the Rimemaidens increases this night!" she cried, voice nearly faltering. She cast off her cloak to stand naked in the chill night air. Every one of the women marveled at the sight of her stained, ravished body.

A keen voice rang out as Birgitte the Bold approached her chieftess. "What great work is this? And who has spent themselves so thoroughly?"

Lithy swooned on her feet but braced herself against her second's strong arms. "More than half of the Sea King's Thanes broke themselves upon me, but I alone walked from the hall. I remain unconquered! For the Rimemaidens!"

The rest of the shieldmaidens took up the cry as Birgitte scooped Lithy up into her arms. She carried her to the tent of the chieftess, where Lithy's sworn guard drew a hot bath and brewed a potion of herbs for their champion's soreness and other consequences. In time, Lindelaine of Many Voices swayed into the tent to hear the tale of the Hero's Reward. Lithy spared no detail over the following hour as she told the bard and her closest companions of the hard-won battle over the slights of the Eavesbound Company.

When the tale was finally finished, the Rimemaidens pulled Lithy from the bath and rubbed her body with scented oils and balms. All the while, they whispered gratitudes and sweet nothings into her ears. Then they laid her on a pile of furs, and warmed her all night long with their own bare flesh. Lithy's tired smile did not falter or fade throughout her long slumber.

Lindelaine strode out from the chieftess' tent into the chill night air. She knelt upon the hill overlooking King Hakon's stout-walled city with her harp in hand, and composed the song of Lithy's contest against the Sea King's Thanes. She sang of a mighty striving of body against body, where every known skill of grappling was employed by the Thanes in vain. Lithy moved like lightning and struck like thunder, draining the sweat of the Thanes down to their bones. So perfect was her wordplay that the tale shifted even in the minds of those who were there. They each remembered the passion and tumult of that night, but none could bring themselves to speak of it in anything more than sly references and knowing looks. The further away from the contest, the more the truth was veiled, until most folk of the realm knew only that Lithy beat all the Thanes in a wrestling tournament. Only the Rimemaidens and the Sea King's Thanes knew the fullness of the tale.

Though most did not know the reason, one among the Thanes gained new bynames in the following weeks. He was young and barely tested, but renowned in strength and endurance that foreboded a valiant place among the champions of his band. Algar of the Last Stand he was called, and Tempest-Rider, and the Steadfast. For months after, while he sat upon the oar bench with his comrades or stood with them in the shield wall, his thoughts turned ever northward, to the tempest in woman's form that he had strived against with foolish hope. He and his comrades knew better than most the truth that even to be bested by one such as her brought honor to one's name.