She struck him a stabbing wound to his neck. She dragged the sharp blade across his throat as far as she could reach. Blood spurted from the hideous wound and Jotun tossed the two women aside in fury. He looked at them with accusing eyes and grabbed hold of his wounded throat with both hands. Blood poured in a crimson river down his chest and spurted pasted his fingers. He tried to rise from the bed and toppled off the side with a loud crash.
“We have to go,” said Sigrid, taking Leila’s hands. The young Valkyrie looked at her uncertainly.
“Y-you hurt master,” said Leila.
The curtain hanging from the archway flapped open. Sigrid expected guards, perhaps more deathborn. Instead, the voluptuous, raven-haired elf witch Irinica stepped out.
“Quickly!” Irinica shouted. “The poison will not work for long. The blade will not finish him, he is immortal here, but now we have time to escape!”
Leila seemed to hear Irinica’s words and snap out of her shock. Sigrid gave Irinica a hard look as Jotun bled out onto the tiled floor. The older Valkyrie still hated the pale elf woman, but she had arrived just in time to assist them.
Sigrid leaped down from the enormous bed and helped Leila down after her. To Sigrid’s surprise and annoyance, Leila embraced Irinica like a long lost lover. The slender Valkyrie even moaned as she kissed the voluptuous elf.
“Sigrid attacked him,” whispered Leila. “It was not me.”
“Bitches,” gurgled Jotun. He began to push himself up off the blood-smeared floor. “Will have you… ggrggkkk… flayed skinless. Wings cut off. A hundred years.”
He looked at Sigrid with fury. She screamed and kicked him in one hateful eye, knocking him back to the blood-smeared floor.
“Come on, sister!” Sigrid shouted and took Leila by her hand. The three women ran for the curtained door, but deathborn guards stormed into the room and brandished swords and cudgels. Irinica splayed her fingers, shouted a power word and sent the first ranks of guards tumbling into the kobolds behind them.
“We cannot go that way!” Shouted Irinica and they turned back. There was a sealed brass door out of the room as well, but as they began to run for it, Jotun pushed himself onto his hands. He was soaked with blood and his color seemed much paler than usual, but he had already recovered from the mortal wound Sigrid had dealt him.
“There is no escape, whores,” he shouted, standing between them and the brass door. More deathborn closed in behind them and Jotun stalked closer, one thudding step at a time. Sigrid stood ready to fight to the death, Leila seemed too shocked to do much other than stare in wide-eyed fear, and Irinica began to cast a spell.
Magical energy burst violently in every direction just as Jotun reached out to grab Sigrid in his giant hands. He recoiled, the deathborn retreated a few paces, and a swirling white portal formed in the air. Jotun roared with rage and grabbed the shapely witch in his huge hands.
“Go!” Irinica cried. “Go through the portal!”
“Irinica!” Leila shouted and ran after Irinica as she was lifted up by the furious giant.
“Stop her, Sigrid! Stop her from fol—“
Whatever else Irinica might have said was lost in the giant’s roar of fury.
“We must go!” Sigrid shouted, taking hold of Leila and dragging her through the white portal.
They stepped from the cursed bedchamber of Jotun and into the temperate, sunny meadows of Valheim. The portal closed behind them. Leila stared in horror at the spot where the portal had been, tears quivering in her red-rimmed eyes.
“Irinica,” she whispered and reached out a hand at the empty air.
“This is not over,” said Sigrid. “Come, sister. We will report this to Noden. And pray that he is merciful about our dishonor.”
Epilogue
The Valkyries moved silently through the depths of Jotunheim. There were one hundred of them in all, armor and white wing blackened with soot and boots cushioned with rubber soles. Their rune blades had been blessed by Noden himself for the battle and Leila, second-in-command of the contingent, carried a ring forged by powerful magic to allow them to escape back to Valheim once their mission was accomplished.
Any deathborn or giants that wandered into their path were dispatched quickly and quietly, the bodies dragged out of sight. Sigrid found Skrettek in his bedroom with his cock thrusting madly into the quim of a human slave girl. She warbled with apparent pleasure, but looked on with relief as he was dragged away.
“You dare return to Jotunheim?” The torturer snarled. “Your fate will be a thousand times worse after what you have done to Jotun.”
“You have one chance for a merciful ending,” said Sigrid, holding the point of her blade to Skrettek’s throat. “Where does he keep Irinica?”
“Keep her?” Skrettek snorted with laughter. “Why, in the brothel of course. Just inside the entrance. Any visitor may use her for—GRRRKK!”
Sigrid drove her blade deep into the kobold, ending his miserable existence with the magic of her rune blade. The light dimmed in his red eyes and he slumped back onto the floor of his room.
“Do you desire freedom?” Sigrid asked the slave girl.
“Y-yes,” said the woman.
“Then pick up his blade and follow us!”
Skrettek’s personal fuckslave was not the first woman they discovered in the depths who joined their cause. Several had already been freed from cells and soon the ranks of the raiding party had been joined by dozens of women. Many of them were warriors or women of great beauty who had been brought to Jotunheim as trophies. Each woman burned with an obvious desire to escape.
The deathborn were not idle. Once the invasion had been discovered, they massed to protect the palace from incursion. The Valkyries fought a harassing action against them, not risking their lives and only fighting hard enough to convince the kobold warriors that they meant to try to enter the palace. Instead, Leila led a small contingent of Valkyries to the brothel.
The sight that confronted the young Valkyrie as she entered the brothel gave her pause. The sitting room for visitors to wait their turn was appointed in shades of red. The glowing red lanterns and red-upholstered couches created a surreal rather than erotic atmosphere. In the midst of these couches, surrounded by dozens of kobolds, trolls, ogres, and even several dark elves, Irinica was naked and hung from the ceiling by her arms.
A troll was fucking her ass with his huge, warty cock as Leila entered. There was a moment where the young Valkyrie and her party of warriors took in the tableaux and the various creatures waiting their turn to fuck the witch looked back in surprise.
“Kill them all!” Leila sang with the fury of a Valkyrie. She was first into the fray, driving her rune sword through the chest of an ogre, turning and taking the head off a kobold. Leila’s sisters were only a few steps behind and the small group of Valkyries stormed fearlessly into the midst of the larger group of kobolds, trolls, and ogres. The element of surprise was on the side of the warrior women. Even as the brothel guards joined the battle, it was clearly a one-sided encounter.
Leila buried her sword in the heart of the troll that had been violating Irinica. She kicked his corpse aside and slashed the chains holding Irinica to the ceiling. Leila caught the voluptuous elf in her arms. Irinica was covered with bruises, scratches, lewd graffiti, dried cum, and streaks of blood. Her eyes were almost blank, but they slowly seemed to focus on Leila.
“Y-you… came… back?” Irinica croaked and a smile formed on her chapped lips.
“Of course!” Leila hugged Irinica tightly.
“You had paradise,” said the elf.
“Without you? It was not paradise.”
She kissed her, ignoring Irinica’s rough lips and the stench of a hundred foul lovers that clung to the elf’s body. Leila kissed Irinica with all the passion in her young body. She had never truly known love before she met Irinica.
“We must go, sister,” shouted a Valkyrie from the doorway of the brothel. “Jotun leads the giants against our
sisters!”
“We will join the battle,” cried Leila with a flourish of her sword. “And we will not depart until Jotun has been sent to the mortal realm.”
It would be a heroic battle, Leila knew, one that would require every measure of strength the Valkyries could muster. But she knew Sigrid would prevail. Nothing would stop the Valkyries from having their revenge on the king of the giants.
The greatest revenge of all would come years later, when the giantkin Sigrid and Leila carried in their bodies had been raised in the ways of the Valkyries and guided by Noden’s favor.
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