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Girls Night Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2023-01-22 22:51:51 +0000 UTCThe Doctor's (Other Wife)
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Chief Magnhild Jansdottr was in a bad mood, despite the grin on her face. She bowed her head in silent thanks to the girl who brought her drinking horn and took a deep draft of mead, it was local, the subtle lavender taste of the honey leaving a delicate aftertaste in the cool golden liquid. She sighed and set the horn down, fingering a braid of flaming orange hair tiredly.
Around her, the party was going strong, meat and ale and laughter and song were plentiful. She forced another smile as one of her warriors shouted a toast and raised her flagon. It had been a good few weeks, sailing the eastern coast of Britannia from the mouth of the Tyne to the mouth of the Humber. Easy pickings for raiding parties, plenty of food and resources to be looted, plus the locals had a fair number of good-looking women to keep her girls entertained.
And yet her mood was still low, her patience still thin, and her longing for home growing by the day.
“My Chief!”
Magnhild sighed and sank into her seat, squinting at the woman before her. It was Leite, one of the younger warriors in the raiding party. She was pretty and blonde, slighter than the others with a spattering of freckles across her brow. Unfortunately, pretty though she was, and despite all the eagerness to please anyone could ask for, she had none of the sense in her vacant little head to do so. Magnhild tried very hard to maintain her smile, what resulted was a pained grimace.
“Yes, Leite?”
Leite flushed, not failing to notice her chief’s distain. “I… er… wanted to toast you! For… um… for leading a successful campaign!”
Magnhild’s contempt was irrepressible, Leite swallowed and sank quietly back into her place at the table, hunching low as the others ignored her and enjoyed themselves. A faint twitch of regret sounded beneath Magnhild’s breast, Leite may have been a nuisance, but she was a fair fighter and hadn’t any real malice in her incompetence. And of course, the silly little thing hadn’t a clue why her chief despised her so, somehow that made her feel all the more guilty.
She sighed again and stood, quietly slipping away from the table, scooping up her sword where it rested and leaving the hall without anyone noticing. At least she had hoped.
As she sat in the cool night air and sharpened her sword a familiar hand rested on her shoulder. “You’re in poor spirits for a woman who’s won every battle we’ve had since coming here.” A soft voice breathed. She smiled weakly and stroked the hand, thumb toying with the smooth silver rings that adorned it.
“Roen. Sit with me a while.”
Roen smiled and perched neatly on a small stool beside her. They rested their chin on one palm and surveyed her with quick green eyes. Magnhild could feel her cheeks flush.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” Roen asked innocently.
“Like the spirit of Loki has taken you.” Magnhild growled, “I’m in no mood for mischief.”
“My love, how suspicious you’ve become since we left home.” Roen sighed mournfully. “I remember the days you were fond of my mischief.”
“I still am, but not today, not here.” Magnhild murmured. “I am sorry, love. But please, can you not restrain yourself for just a while?”
“I am the pinnacle of restraint.” Roen purred, “There shall be no mischief tonight, or any following night, until my beloved wishes it so.” Magnhild smiled, Roen’s flair for the dramatic always did soften her moods, as did the small, loving smirk that came to her beloved’s lips. Roen was an enigma to her as much that night as the first time she’d laid eyes on them. A cocky smile and short-cropped hair as black as jet caught the eye, distracting from a sharply pointed nose and dull green eyes the colour of oak leaves. There was certainly more than a little of Loki in Roan, the trickster god’s penchant for troublemaking, teasing, and general mayhem, the fondness for greens whilst the others of the party wore browns and bronzes. And then, of course, there was Roan’s fluidity when it came to their sex, some days they would be male, others female, and others, like this, somewhere in between.
She smiled and took Roen’s hand, squeezing their many-ringed fingers. “Thank you for checking on me, love.” She hummed. “The company is nice.”
“Will you tell me what’s wrong?”
“I miss home.” Magnhild admitted. “And the others… they talk about going back so often. I haven’t told them yet that I won’t be returning east with them.”
“Why not go with them, hmm?” Roen asked, “Why not join them? Damn the other chiefs, take your rightful place in your ancestral home and all we who stand behind you will fight for your honour!”
“Because…” Magnhild hissed before sighing and pinching her brow. “My disgrace is well-earned. My hubris earned me this exile. I have no friends back home and I’ll not have more good men and women die on my behalf. No… better to build a new home here.”
“On this dismal little island?” Roen groaned. “Why not go south? Somewhere warmer, with those dark women you enjoy so much, hmm?”
“One traveller is hardly enough for you to talk like that.”
“I’ve never seen you so enchanted, beloved.” Roen chuckled, “I was almost jealous.”
Magnhild laughed quietly. “Yes… well, it was a spectacular evening.”
“So you’ve told me.” Roen cooed, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now… why don’t we…?”
They trailed off as leaves rustled and two very odd figures emerged. One was an older blonde, curvaceous and grinning, she wore a tight purple shirt and a long grey coat. An odd sort of belt was looped over her shoulders, bright yellow and squeezing the immense fleshy masses of her breasts. The other was darker and younger, just as voluptuous and provocative in her dress. Her pants hugged her rear tight and her shirt was low cut enough to show the deep valley of her cleavage. Both women were heavily pregnant, fat, round bellies straining their clothing as they wandered closer, hands lovingly entwined.
“Who are you!” Magnhild growled, standing and holding out her sword.
“Hi!” The blonde grinned. “I’m The Doctor, and this is Yaz. We’d like to speak to chief Jansdottr?”
“I am Magnhild Jansdottr.” Magnhild scowled, “Why have you come here?”
The Doctor woman beamed and clutched her companion close to her. “We have a proposition for you, if you’re willing to listen?”
Magnhild frowned and looked to Roen, who simply smiled and shrugged.
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“Marry you?” Magnhild repeated, looking between the strange, curvy women sitting before her in the hall. The party had stopped, and now all eyes were on these two strangers. “Why would I perform your marriage?”
“Well, it’s a bit of a long story.” The blonde sighed. “But… we know about you, and your raiding party. You seem like fun people, and… lady Freyja recommended you specifically.”
Magnhild’s eyes widened. “You are… handmaidens of Lady Freyja?”
“We were, but our service to the goddess has ended.” The dark girl smiled. “We wanted to get married, so Lady Freyja blessed us with fertility and gave us daughters!”
“We have Lady Freyja’s blessing to leave her side, and to build a life together. We told her we wanted to be married, and she led us to you. Someone with power who would be willing to break with tradition and marry us.” The blonde hummed.
“In return for what?”
“Well, where we come from, there’s this little tradition.” The dark girl purred. “A bachelorette party!”
“A party?” Roen asked, a curious glint coming to their eyes. “What kind of party?”
“The kind where we enjoy ourselves whilst we can, before we’re married.” The Blonde grinned. “After all, when we’re married we’ll be devoted to each other, no more sleeping around.”
“Wait, what?” The girl frowned, surprised.
The blonde hushed her and resumed beaming up at Magnhild. “We’d very much like to offer our… services to you and your warriors. After you’re all satisfied, you’ll marry us, and we’ll leave.”
“By services, I can’t help but think you mean ‘bodies.’” Roen smiled slowly.
“We would be delighted to take care of such mighty warriors.” The Blonde purred, letting her eyes drift deliberately downwards to where Roen’s member sat snug in their breeches. “We’re quite talented.”
Magnhild hummed, admiring the pair for a moment before sighing. “Alright, Doctor, I’ll honour the goddess. Service me and my warriors and I’ll happily marry you.” The Doctor’s eyes flashed hungrily and she immediately began to crawl closer on all fours, padding up the short wooden steps to where Magnhild’s throne sat. She bit her lip as her fingers slipped the chief’s cock from her pants, pressing her face against the stiffening member and admiring the length of it as it draped over her blushing cheek.
Yaz was nuzzling tight against The Doctor in an instant, her lips parting and her breath gently tickling the chief’s sensitive skin. As the blonde rose and sank herself down onto the chief’s throbbing head, Yaz tilted her head to one side and began to suckle on the thick, veiny base of her shaft.
“I’ll not hoard these fine women for myself girls, help yourselves to them whilst they bathe my cock.” She smiled, “Roen, make sure everyone gets their turn.”
“Oh of course, I’m more than happy to wait until the end and take the mess that’s left.” Roen scowled. “How generous of you.”
“Hmm, I’ll make it up to you love.” Magnhild purred, resting her hands on the women’s heads and guiding them over her meat. Roen rolled their eyes and gestured vaguely to the wiggling butts of the two whores slathering Magnhild’s cock.
“Such a pretty ring.” A huge blonde crowed, marching close and tearing The Doctor’s pants from her body. With a booming laugh, she stooped and flicked the simple golden loop hooked through the time-lord’s hood.
“Do you two match?” She yanked Yaz’s shorts down to her knees and spread her cheeks. A cheer went out amongst the drunken crowd as Yaz’s own wedding clit-ring was revealed.
Magnhild laughed herself, biting her lip as The Doctor sank herself down to the thick scarlet curls that crowned her bitchbreaker. She’d always had a fondness for Alva, one that Roen didn’t approve of in the slightest. Whilst Roen was slim and svelte, with a cute butt and slender waist, Alva was an immense mountain of muscle and ample curves. Her shiny golden hair was tied back in a tight braid, her proud, chiselled features twisted into a grin. She’d yanked down her own breeches and was resting her own immense tool over Yaz’s rump.
Yaz’s soft brown rear slapping against Alva’s pale, muscular belly was a sight to behold, and brought a smirk to Magnhild’s lips. The wet slurping and whimpering of two whores at her cock was quickly lifting her spirits, her fatigue and bad mood melting away with every hungry lick of Yaz’s tongue at her balls and every wet ‘ghuck’ of The Doctor’s throat engulfing her shaft.
Her warriors jostled for space behind the willing cock-sockets, filling their plump, sopping holes one after the other to delighted crooning from the women. Alva finished quickly, ramming her mighty hips forwards and skewering Yaz’s cunt, letting loose a gallon of steaming spunk into her occupied womb. The girl let out a delighted whimper and pulled her companion into a wet kiss, sharing the taste of Magnhild’s cock between them before darting forwards and suckling on her tip. The blonde whined jealously and attached herself to the base of the chief’s cock, slurping at the slick skin and glaring up at Yaz as she gorged herself.
There were forty warriors in Magnhild’s party, and every last one had their turn with the pair. By the first of Magnhild’s loads splattered Yasmin’s tonsils The Doctor’s ass bore bright red handprints in spades, and Yaz’s mascara had dribbled down her cheeks, mixing with the spit smearing her lips. Yaz’s lashes fluttered with delight and she paused her face-fucking strokes. The Doctor growled and yanked her head up free of the Chief’s cock and forced a kiss onto her.
Magnhild chuckled as the pair duelled in her lap, brushing the sweat from her brow and winking at Roen who was scowling at her from behind the visiting whores, watching as their fellow warriors wet their cocks and left Roen unsatisfied. Her lover stuck out their tongue and returned to glaring at the others having their fun, a distinctive bulge between their thighs bringing more fantasies of lewd torture to Magnhild’s mind. How long could she keep her beloved from satisfaction she wondered? Regardless, she was certain when Roen finally broke the results would be fun to watch, assuming she didn’t fall asleep before the sorry excuses for women at her feet wore themselves out long enough for her to actually marry them.
“Ch… chief?” The Doctor mewed, biting her lip and sitting gingerly on her reddened rump one the last of the warriors had thoroughly plugged her cunt with spunk. “W… we… we’d really like… to taste all of your warriors’ cum.”
“Please?” Yaz smiled sweetly, pawing at Magnhild’s thigh with dainty brown fingers.
“I’m a generous woman, it would hardly be fair to enjoy your mouths and not share the pleasure with my party.” Magnhild sighed, waving a dismissive hand. The Doctor and Yaz giggled and shuffled backwards, sitting themselves down next to one another and toying with their well-used holes as Magnhild’s warriors began to crowd around for second helpings of the whores’ willing holes.
The wet gargling and gagging of the women being throatfucked was just as entertaining as watching them play with the golden rings in their cunts. Magnhild purred to herself and petted her rod, watching as one by one, her sisters drained their balls into the waiting gullets of the pair sitting before them.
She was impressed that the women remained conscious in truth. How they breathed when every second their throats were either stretched by cock or spilling semen whilst they waited to be filled again was a mystery to her. She sighed and pinched her brow, her headache returning. The show might have been a sight to behold, but she wished she could enjoy it from her bed.
How the ruins of women managed to hold so much cum in their mouths was just as impressive, only slight dribbles of potent sperm oozing over their chins in between throat-fuckings. In fact, by the time her warriors were spent, both women’s cheeks were bulging and full, trickles of cum dribbling from their lips and nostrils even as they leaned close and rubbed noses. Magnhild had to admit they were sweet, letting out muffled giggles as they nuzzled close and petted one another’s naked flesh.
“If you are satisfied.” Magnhild smiled tiredly, interrupting before the pair could pounce on her warriors again for yet another round to slake their insatiable greed for semen. “Come, let me marry you before dawn breaks so that we might all finally get some sleep.”
Both women giggled guiltily, tearing their eyes from the women around them and scooping the few errant dribbles of spunk into the stuffed cheeks. Magnhild stood and gestured to Roen who smiled and presented one of the silk scarves they wore, folded into a long, thin ribbon. As The Doctor and Yaz stared up in anticipation, mouths packed fit to bursting with spunk, Magnhild stooped and wound the ribbon around their outstretched hands, binding them together.
“Before us, your kin, and all the gods of Asgard, you make a vow more solemn and more joyous than any other.” She said, drawing her blade and resting the flat against their hands. “In marriage the two are made one, you will live as one, die as one, fight, grow, stand as one.”
“Doctor Tardisdottr.” Roen said, raising their hands and tilting their head back to the ceiling. “Do you swear to lady Freyja, All-father Odin, and all the gods above that you will stand with Yazmin Khan in all things?”
“Uh huh.” The Doctor mumbled, nodding and winking at Yaz.
“Yazmin Khan.” Roen smirked. “Do you swear to Lady Freyja, All-father Odin, and all the gods above that you will stand with Doctor Tardisdottr in all things?”
“Mmmhm” Yaz nodded happily.
Roen chuckled under their breath and bowed to Magnhild, who brought her blade down gently onto the pair’s bonding. “Then be married in the eyes of those here, and in the eyes of the gods. May Lady Freyja’s blessing bring you strong children and good fortune in your lives to come.” She smiled slightly and waved a hand. “You may kiss.”
“Mlaaaah.” The Doctor gasped immediately, opening her mouth wide and slapping her spunk-drowned tongue against Yaz as the younger whore did the same. Magnhild felt herself stirring again as she watched messy tongues writhe against one another, pouring the cum of two dozen warriors into one another’s mouths and spilling just as much onto their immense udders.
Slowly, messily, the cum was devoured, slurped up by greedy tongues to much moaning and gurgling from the newlyweds. Even once every dollop of white had been scooped up the pair continued kissing, lips smacking and tongues duelling until the kissing became just a continuation of the fuck session.
“More please.” The Doctor gurgled as Yaz spread her thighs wide and pawed at her slit, wiggling her own rump in Magnhild’s direction.
“I’ve no more doubt these cunts were handmaidens of Freyja.” Roen breathed into Magnhild’s ear, hands taking her hips. “They’re insatiable.”
“I’m not.” Magnhild sighed.
“Aw, are you tired, love? Is there no more strength left in my mighty warrior?”
“You can’t bait me.”
“Suit yourself, I’m going to enjoy myself.” Roen purred, their touch lingering on Magnhild’s rod for just a moment longer as they sauntered towards The Doctor. “And if my beloved chief wanted to fuck me whilst I make use of our guests... I suppose she’d be welcome to.”
Magnhild raised a brow as Roen forced themself into The Doctor’s waiting cunt, a ringed hand grabbing her by the hair and mashing her face down into her new bride’s sloppy womanhood. The chief pinched her brow and did her best to stifle her erection, but Roen’s cute, tight rump made for a tempting target as her lover thrust deep into The Doctor.
She sighed tiredly, supposing sleep wasn’t really an option anyway. Besides, Roen so rarely let her fuck them it was worth a headache to enjoy the moment. Roen purred happily as she took them by the hips, pressing her erection into their rear and kissing their shoulder. “Thanks, love.”
“Hmm, I’m sleeping in tomorrow.” Magnhild grunted, lacing her fingers over Roen’s belly and beginning to thrust.
“Fuck me well enough and you’ll have earned it.” Roen chuckled, “I’ll even stop Leite from being ‘helpful’ and bringing you breakfast at the crack of dawn again.”
“I knew there was a reason I loved you.”
“You two are…s… so cute together.” Yaz giggled, breath hitching as The Doctor’s tongue curled in the well-used mess of her teenaged cunt. “I hope me and The Doctor have as… s… sweet a relationship as you.”
“From what I gather, the two of you are whores, whose only real goals in life are to be degraded and defiled in all the most creative ways.” Roen laughed softly, pulling The Doctor’s hair and making the Milf moan into Yaz’s pussy. “’Sweet’ is not the word that suits your relationship best.”
“Hmmm.” Yaz giggled, eyes flashing with sinful delight. “You’re absolutely right.”
Magnhild sighed and kissed Roen, content to relieve herself and leave the banter to the others. Her part in the festivities ended not long after, and in the next afternoon when she awoke she found forty tired and well-sexed warriors, a spectacularly messy feasting hall, and Roen walking bow-legged but smiling cheerfully.
The handmaidens of Freyja left no note for her or the party, but as Magnhild retrieved her sword from where it had been cast carelessly aside, she found a small, strange square of paper bearing an image of the whores, their tongues lolling and cunts gushing as they rubbed the golden rings in their clits together.
She sighed tiredly and tucked the picture into her cleavage, sitting in her seat and smiling as Roen gingerly settled themself at her side. “It’s time to say goodbye, I think.” She said softly.
“You think you’re ready?”
Magnhild smiled wryly and stroked Roen’s cheek. “I think… if all the local women are like those two, we could be quite comfortable here after all.”
“To making a new home.” Roen chuckled, holding up their horn.
“And to comely island whores.” Magnhild nodded in reply, sharing a quick kiss with her lover before calling for her warriors to heed her.
