WIEDERGEBURT Act VI: Chapter 43

“Ha ha ha! My apologies, young Eryk! I had not realized Siv here was one of your wives! But what a coincidence! Her name is Siv, and my wife’s name is Sif! It seems you take more after me than you do your father!”

Tor’s laughter was raucous and echoed throughout the informal dining room, which now that I was paying more attention really was just a stone room with no decoration aside from the table at which we now sat. I sat between Siv and Kari. On Siv’s right was Tora. Chloe sat on Kari’s right. On the other side of the circular table was Tor, Sif, and Fray.

“It’s a good thing Siv is Eryk’s wife. Had she not been and you continued hitting on her, I would have removed your cock with my blade,” Sif said before taking a deliberately slow sip of her win. The brilliant red liquid gleamed as it spilled into her small, pink mouth.

While I crossed my legs as though feeling phantom pain from the threat that wasn’t even directed at me, Tor smiled and placed a hand on Sif’s arm.

“There’s no need to worry. I never had any intention of putting the moves on her. I agreed when I married you that I would not wed another.”

The reassurance Tor gave her caused Sif to give a slight, gentle smile as she touched his hand. I was positive there was a story there. A man like Tor would have normally been bosom deep in women. That Sif could tame such a man must have a truly epic tale behind it, but we sadly had no time for the telling of such a story.

“Now that we are fed and watered, perhaps you could tell us how all this came about,” Fray said, directing her attention to her cousin.

Tor ran a hand down his face, then rubbed his jaw. He looked like a man who didn’t even know where to begin.

“Where do I even start?” he pondered out loud.

“The beginning might be a good fucking idea. Just saying,” Tora said.

“Right. The beginning.” Leaning back in his seat, Tor crossed his massive arms and glared at the table. “Tyr said he received a report about Sekbeists attacking a small town of Wismar. Accord to his report, two Sekbeist Lords had invaded the city, and one of them had mastered three concepts. Tyr, myself, you, and Chloe are the only people among the Guddomleg who have mastered three concepts. I had no choice but to mobilize my forces and head out to meet them, while the Four Cardinal Divisions remained at Ásgarðr to protect it.”

I’d learned this from Chloe, but the Four Cardinal Divisions were stationed around Ásgarðr as its first line of defense. Their ultimate purpose was not attacking but protecting the city’s borders. It was Tor’s Blitz Division that was charged with attack. Consequently, the Defenders were in charge of guarding the palace, and the Vanguard was charged with protecting the rear in the event they ever had to abandon Ásgarðr.

“It was a trap, wasn’t it?” Fray said with a sigh.

Tor slammed his fist on the table, an action so powerful that the table cracked and the floor quaked. Siv yelped in shock when her plate rattled. She looked wide-eyed at the angry red-haired man, who even I would admit was intimidating right now. After another moment, Tor sighed and leaned back.

“That it was,” he said, his voice now tired. “We went to Wasmir, and instead of finding Sekbeist, we found the Northern and Western Divisions waiting for us. Tyr was also there. He told me that my time as ruler had come to an end, that I had grown softer and couldn’t do what was necessary. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight, of course… but we were outnumbered.”

“So how did you escape?” asked Fray.

“He escaped because of me,” Sif said, smiling as she set down her now empty glass of wine. “I learned of what was happening when I grew suspicious and… questioned… some members of the Northern Division. I mobilized the Defender and Vanguard Divisions, traveled to Wasmir, and broke through Tyr’s divisions. We cut path clean through, and then I took Tor and escaped.”

“I should have killed him when I had the chance,” Tor said.

“You would not have been able to kill him at that point in time, Love,” Sif said.

“I could have…” Tor mumbled, but he went silent upon seeing Sif’s look.

“And so you came here,” Kari said with a nod. Her unfinished plate of food lay forgotten as she listened to the story, her expression both excited and pensive. She was a sucker for harrowing stories even now.

“We split up our forces so Tyr wouldn’t be able to track where Tor went, then took the smallest contingent here to Fehltgarde,” Sif said.

“We have been keeping ourselves hidden for now,” Tor muttered bitterly. “Now that his original plan has failed, he cannot move against me. We both know that to war with each other would mean to weaken our forces against the Sekbeists. Neither of us wants that. So instead of fighting me like a man, he has opted to take the cowardly approach and has run my name through the mud! That blasted son of a goat fucker!”

While Tor stewed, Sif told us about how Tyr lied about challenging Tor to an honor duel and winning. It was unlikely anyone believed him since such a duel would have been huge news. Several people had even spoken out. They all disappeared. With the Defenders, Vanguard, and Blitz Divisions also out of Ásgarðr, there was no one except the Valkyries left to defend the people.

All this kept in line with what we learned when Fray sent some of her people into Ásgarðr.

“So what is the plan now?” I asked the obvious question.

“Now?” Tor asked like he wanted to know that for himself. “Now we must find a way to wrest back Ásgarðr from that madman’s control. I’ll be damned if I let my people remain in the hands of a traitor.”

“But how are you going to do that?” asked Kari. “Do you even have a plan?”

“I do.” Tor placed his elbows on the table, leaned forward, and penetrated Kari with a sare. “We break down Ásgarðr’s walls, find Tyr, and beat him into submission.”

“That is the dumbest fucking idea I have ever heard,” Tora said with scorn.

“No,” Kari interrupted with a growing smile on her face. “Actually, that might be the best idea. It just needs some work to be useable.”

“What are you plotting?” asked Tor with narrowed eyes.

Kari’s smile became downright diabolical as she laid down her idea, which even I had to admit was more devious than anything I’d heard from anyone before, and yet I was completely certain it would work. My wife’s plans usually did. Also, and perhaps this was just me, but I thought Kari was even sexier like this than she usually was.

***

Dinner ended and everyone was shown to their rooms. Siv shared a room with Eryk and Kari. Their room was a wide expanse of soft carpet and beautiful tapestries, of a bed big enough for six people and furniture made of glimmering wood. Siv did not much care for the aesthetics, but she did like the soft carpet.

Eryk had gone off on his own somewhere, disappearing to probably speak with Fray. Chloe had gone with him. She frowned at that. While Kari was wary of Tora because of her vulgar mouth, Siv often felt like Chloe was replacing her as the person who stood quietly at Eryk’s side.

She wandered the halls alone. It was not often that Siv went anywhere by herself. She was almost always and without exception with someone. For the past four years, that someone had been Kari, but before then, it had been either Fay or Eryk.

She missed Fay.

The halls of this keep were surprisingly threadbare when compared to the bedroom they had been given. Siv glanced at the bare stone walls on one side, then looked at the glass windows on the other. A glance out each window revealed a courtyard with numerous colorful blossoms.

Siv kept walking.

She was following the sensations from her bond with Eryk, allowing it to guide her to him. His presence felt like a warm sun to her, bright and full of life and radiance, a presence that cast away any and all shadows from her life.

Her travels eventually led her outside. She passed through an archway and stepped into a smaller and more personal garden, where she found Eryk and Chloe. Eryk was sitting on a stone bench, his eyes closed, expression peaceful. Chloe stood behind him. She had her hands clasped in front of her and looked at the young man with an adoring expression.

Siv wondered if Eryk had noticed the way Chloe looked at him.

Probably not.

Opening his eyes as she stepped onto the path leading to the bench, Eryk smiled at her, a gentle expression that stole her breath. She felt her body flush with pleasure. This look right here was the reason she had followed out of the Morkdypt Ravine, why she had gone back to Nevaria with him, why she fell in love. Her heart fluttered every time he smiled at her.

“Siv, was there something you needed?” he asked.

She nodded, glanced at Chloe, and stepped in front of Eryk.

“Bath,” she said.

It was just a single word, and she normally would have said a bit more, but even after everything she had been through, she still was not comfortable talking in front of people she didn’t know.

“Okay. Let’s go take a bath together.” He stood up, took her hand in his, and looked at Chloe. “Are there any private baths here?”

“This keep has sixteen private baths,” Chloe answered succinctly, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Follow me. I’ll lead you to the nearest one.”

Now that she had found Eryk, Siv was content to let him lead as they followed Chloe to a door that appeared different from the ones they had passed previously. Made of a deep and rich wood, a relief of a mermaid was carved into the door, signifying it's use.

“I’ll bring a change of clothes for you both. Master Eryk. Mistress Siv.” Chloe curtsied to them both and walked off, presumably to get their clothes.

“Come on,” Eryk said as he opened the door and led her inside.

The room on the other side was simple and made of stone. There was a wooden rack for people to put their clothes, a stool with a bucket and some soap lying beside it, and a small pool about six meters wide and forming a perfect circle in the ground. Hot water bubbled from the center. Steam rose from the surface. Siv thought she detected a hint of sulfur in the air when she stuck out her tongue. The mountain this keep was built against must be an inactive volcano.

Eryk removed his clothes, then let his fake arm crumble away. Siv bit her lip when she saw the stump. She remembered he had gotten that during their fight against Great Overlord of the Seventh Plain… or was that the Sekbeist Overlord? She’d never been clear on the details.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Hmm?” He glanced at her, saw what she was looking at, and then smiled. “This? Don’t worry about it. Losing an arm in exchange for that man’s life was worth it.”

Siv did not agree, but she understood that she didn’t know what Eryk had been through, what he had experienced at that man’s hands. She decided not to make a big deal out of it and simply began removing her own clothing. She slipped out of the armor she had been wearing, set it on the rack, then removed her backless shirt and skirt. She didn’t have any stockings or shoes. Even now, Siv hated wearing anything on her feet.

“I’ll wash your back,” Siv said as she grabbed the bucket, filled it with water from the pool, and moved back to the stool.

“Thank you.”

Siv’s tail thumped happily against the ground as Eryk sat before her. His broad back was free of scars and filled with strong muscles. She’d often pressed herself against this back while sleeping. Now she dumped the water over his head, back, and front, and then refilled the pale, lathered up some soap on her hands, and began scrubbing his back.

She enjoyed the feeling of his hard muscles giving way under her firm ministrations, enjoyed the way he relaxed as she worked him over.

“It’s a bit odd not to have a shower, don’t you think?” he asked.

“It is,” she agreed.

“The Guddomelig never bothered using runes for anything but armor and weapons,” Eryk continued. “They haven’t thought about how to use runes to make their lives more convenient. I guess that is the difference between people who live in peace and people who have been combating the Sekbeists for a thousand years.”

Siv said nothing as she finished scrubbing his back. Eryk was mostly talking to ponder everything he’d experienced. He often did this with her. Siv did not believe she had very many good qualities compared to her sisters. She did not have a brilliant mind like Kari, a knack for alchemy like Fay, or a keen business sense like Lin. What she had that they didn’t was her propensity for listening.

Siv was a great listener.

However, right now, she had something she wanted to talk to Eryk about.

Once she finished washing his back, Siv leaned forward, her chest pressed to his back, and wound her arms around him. Eryk reached out and placed his hands over her arms. He said nothing, somehow intuiting that she wanted to talk. It was another thing she loved about him.

“I have always been… unsure of myself,” she said. “Of my place in our family. I do not have the talents of Kari, Fay, and Lin. I’m not really… good at anything. The only thing I have is strength, but I hate fighting.”

Siv could tell Eryk wanted to say something, but he held his tongue. It was a strong point of his that he could listen to the end before speaking.

“I have always wondered what I can do for you that everyone else can’t,” Siv admitted. “I wondered if there was any way I could contribute to our family like the others do.”

Her tail slowly shifted from side to side of its own volition, as if it had a mind of its own.

“Have you found that something only you can do?” asked Eryk.

Siv pressed herself fully against Eryk and nodded into his back. “I have. When we fought against the Overlord guy, you and everyone else nearly died. I almost lost my family. That would not have happened if I was stronger. So I’m going to get stronger. Kari, Fay, and Lin have their own talents. I do not. But I do have strength. Even though I hate fighting, I will become stronger than anyone else, so I can protect you and everyone I love.”

Siv had realized this was all she could do. But it would be enough. If she could prevent her family from suffering like they had when the Overlord guy nearly killed them all, then it would be enough to make her supremely satisfied.

Eryk patted her hands. “I will help you then. In any way I can.”

“Thank you.”

Siv remained like that for a moment, her cheek to his back, listening to the gentle thumping of his heart. She felt like she could have fallen asleep. Not yet. There was still something else she wanted to do now that they were alone.

“Your front now,” Siv said as she stood up, made her way around him, and squatted in front of him.

Despite missing an arm, Eryk was still extremely handsome to her. His chest was well-muscled but didn’t look overbearing. Chiseled abdominal muscles flexed as she began running her hands over his legs, lathering them in soap. Of course, her attention was focused on something else.

Something dangling between his legs that was quickly rising.

Siv glanced up at Eryk to see him unabashedly staring at her, lust clear in his eyes as he let them roam over her body. She felt her own desire burning her up. Staring at the now large appendage jutting from between his legs like the mast of a ship made her wish she could rub her thighs together.

She dropped the soap she’d been using to clean him, leaned down, and inhaled his scent. Eryk had a very strong but clean smell. Refreshing. She couldn’t quite explain it, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.

But she wanted more.

Taking the large rod in her hands, Siv leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip. She giggled a little when it twitched.

“Something amusing?” Eryk asked.

“Mmm mm.” Siv shook her head.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Because Siv did not want Eryk to know she thought the way his dick twitched was cute, she leaned down and began placing kisses along the length of his shaft. Then she stuck out her tongue, pressed it flat against his base, and dragged it across his skin. Eryk groaned as he tilted his head back.

“That feels… so good…”

Pride swelled within her. She’d always been jealous of Lin because of the Lamia’s lack of a gag reflex. It was an unfair advantage that Lamia had. The fact that she could still make her husband feel good despite not having her sister’s prodigious talent made her feel good.

She continued to lick him, until his dick was lathered in her saliva. Her own body felt quite hot by this point, so as she placed Eryk’s head into her small mouth and sucked, she also slipped a hand between her thighs and began rubbing herself.

Siv’s mouth was far too small to take in more than maybe a fourth of Eryk. She used her hand to stroke the rest, gliding down his shaft to fondle his balls, then traveling back up. All the while, her own body was burning as she rubbed her tiny clit furiously.

A hand became buried in her hair, massaging her scalp as though urging her on--not that she needed such urging. She bobbed her head up and down, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock. Siv wanted Eryk to cum. She wanted it so bad she could already taste it.

Yet Eryk did not cum. His hand left her head and he reached down, his hand sliding along her back to her small butt, where he grabbed a handful of her cheeks. She squealed around his dick, then moaned as his finger traced the edge of her lips before plunging inside. Her own body quaked with the power of her orgasm as she did something to her. She could feel all of her nerve endings flare to life with unfathomable pleasure, the world went white, and then she was back.

Eryk’s dick was still in her mouth.

“No… no fair…” she gasped as she removed his erect dick from her mouth and looked up at him. “I was supposed to please you. You’re not being fair.”

“Sorry.” Eryk reached out and cupped her cheek. “I couldn’t help it. You’re just too cute.”

“I guess… I forgive you,” Siv mumbled. She glared at him even though she knew how ineffective it was. “But now it’s my turn. You can’t touch me until I’m done.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily.

Siv stared at him for a second longer as if warning him off, then leaned down again and took his dick in her mouth. She didn’t bother pleasuring herself and focused only on making him cum. Eryk groaned as she stroked him with one hand and rolled his balls with her other. She increased her pace when she felt his body spasm and was rewarded when several spurts of thick cum splashed into her mouth.

Eryk’s cum had a very interesting flavor. She couldn’t fully quantify it. Slightly salty, slightly sweet, a little bitter. Siv had heard a few women in the mess hall of the Nevarian Braves complain about how their men tasted terrible, but she enjoyed Eryk’s taste. It was one of the reasons she sucked him off like this so much.

However, when Eryk came, he also came a lot. She couldn’t contain it all. Her cheeks bulged with his cum. No matter how much she swallowed, there was always more, and a good bit dribbled down her chin.

“That was nice,” Eryk murmured approvingly as he massaged her hair.

Siv felt pleased as she let go of his dick was a loud pop, wiped her mouth, and smiled up at him. It was still erect. One orgasm was not enough to make Eryk go flaccid.

“Are you ready for more?” asked Eryk, holding out his hand.

“Yes.” Siv grabbed his hand as her tail thumped against the stone floor, stood to her feet, and stepped forward. She climbed onto Eryk, her legs resting over his. The feeling of his dick resting against her stomach sent an irrepressible shiver through her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in close. “Make me feel good, Eryk.”

“I intend to,” Eryk said as he shifted his hand to her butt.

Because Eryk only had one arm, it took a bit more work to insert his dick, but once she felt his head press against her wet nether lips, Siv moaned and looked down. She watched as his head spread her lips apart, watched as centimeter after centimeter of his thick, hot cock entered her.

“Ha… ahn… you are… so big… Eryk… it feels like… like I’m gonna break…”

“That’s because. You are. So. Tight,” Eryk grunted as he gripped her butt and pulled her into him.

Siv screamed as he used his strength to penetrate her body with a single thrust. She felt a moment of discomfort, of pain, and then it was over and all she felt was Eryk’s dick filling her. The wings on her back flapped, her tail thumped the ground, and she wrapped her arms and legs around Eryk as he remained still to let her adjust.

She rolled more hips after a moment.

“More. Eryk. I want more.”

“So demanding,” Eryk murmured as he leaned down against her neck and began kissing her.

She sighed at the feeling of his lips on her skin, though her sighs turned into a gasp when he pushed her back, then pulled her forward. He rolled his hips a little toward the end. Siv tried not to cry out, but it was hopeless. She moaned loudly, lewdly, as Eryk stirred her insides with a cock so big it felt like she was being split in half.

“Ahn! Eryk! Haaaa! This! Yes! More! I want more!”

Eryk did not take things fast. He continued his slow pace, which built up the pleasure she felt at an agonizing speed. While churning her insides, he kissed her neck, her cheek, her collar bone, and her ears. His lips were everywhere he could reach.

“Eryk! Kiss! Another--ahn! Another kiss!”

Her wish was granted when he pressed their lips together, pushed his tongue into her mouth, and stirred up the saliva inside. She entangled their tongues together. The sensation of his tongue in her mouth and his cock in her vagina was too much. She felt once more that impossible sensation of ecstasy, causing her to clamp her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“Ha… ha… ahn…”

Siv took several deep breaths as her body became limp. Her legs dangled over Eryk’s. She felt his hand firmly grasp her rump as he stood up, holding her against him, his dick still buried deep inside of her, their combined juices from leaking out. He walked toward the bath, stepped in, and sank into the water.

They remained like that for several long moments that seemed to stretch into infinity. Then Siv rolled her hips against him, raised her head, and looked into his eyes.

“I’m ready for more,” she said simply.

He smiled back. “That’s good, because I’m not satisfied exploring your body yet.”

As Eryk once more brought Siv to the height of pleasure, her moans echoing along the walls, Siv came to the conclusion that regardless of who she was, what she did, or where she came from, her place would always be right here. By her husband’s side.

***

We remained in Fehltgarde for seven days, hashing out the plan Kari had created. It was a good plan. I doubt anyone else would have been able to create something like this. At the end of the seven day period, myself, Siv, Kari, Fray, Tor, Sif, Chloe, and Tora donned our armor, threw on some cloaks, and were met by Geofrey at the front gate.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t bring more people?” Geoffrey asked.

“I am sure,” said Tor. “Sneaking this many people into Ásgarðr will be difficult enough. No need to make things harder.”

“I suppose.” Geofrey sighed in resignation, like he had known the answer all along. “Just promise me you will be careful, Lord Tor. This realm needs you, so don’t do anything reckless.”

“Even if I do something reckless, my wife will be around to protect me,” Tor said with a grin.

Sif just sighed. “If you do something stupid, I am going to be the first one who beats you to death.”

Tor just laughed as if she’d said a funny joke, but I somehow felt like she wasn’t joking.

We did not remain for long. After saying our goodbyes to the people we were leaving behind, the eight of us began walking toward the valley exit. It would take about two months to reach Ásgarðr from Felhtgarde. According to the map Tor had, the distance between the two cities was about the same length as crossing the Endless Desert. It really was appalling how vast this realm was.

“Are you ready for this, Eryk?” asked Kari as she walked up to me.

“I am. Are you?” I asked.

“Of course! I can’t wait to finally see Ásgarðr! Did you know? Fray told me that Ásgarðr has been around since before the Sekbeist came to our world! It’s supposed to be tens of thousands of years old! I can only imagine what kind of history that city has! I bet you the architecture is vastly different from anything found on Miðgarðr. Oooh! I just can’t wait to finally see it with my own two eyes!”

As Kari began gushing over a city she had yet to even lay eyes on, I found myself smiling. The sky above our heads was a bright blue and there were no clouds. The temperature was warm and mild. It was the perfect day to set out on a journey.