It was midday. The sun stood high above the village of Miklavik. The village was known across the land for its proud female warriors and skillful hunters. The great Matriarch, Queen Nejfa, ruler of the known world, even sent for them whenever there was conflict.
In the village, the men had worked all day to prepare for the return of the hunting party. The hunters had been away for seven sunrises and there was always cause for celebration upon their return.
On the path leading from the spring, one of the village men struggled to carry the bucket he had just filled with water. Olar held onto the bucket with both hands, unwilling to drop it. Today of all days he was determined not to spill any. Though as he approached the big oak tree in the center of the village, he knew that he had to rest for a moment.
"Phew." Olar wiped the sweat from his brow. Like most men in the village, he wasn't very strong. His arms usually felt heavy as a rock after a day of work.
As he stood there panting, he hoped that he would be able to get the stew ready before Sigvei returned from her hunting trip. Sigvei was not only one of the strongest hunters in the village, she was also amongst the three women who were being considered by the village chief Dagmar to take over when she passed on.
Olar had known Sigvei since the two of them were children, and he had always been in love with her. The day when Sigvei chose him to be her husband, was the proudest day in his life.
"Day Olar." Olar turned and saw Hakon and Jari on their way to the lumber house with a log. Olar could tell that they were having a hard time carrying the log.
"Day Hakon, day Jari." Olar greeted them.
"Day Olar," Jari said as he and Hakon stopped to take a breath and wipe their brow.
"Sure hope we have time to prepare food for Beyla and Geirdis." Hakon and Jari were the husbands of two of the returning hunters, who also happened to be sisters.
"I wouldn't have expected the three of you standing around being lazy on a day like this." The three men heard a strong female voice say. As they turned around they saw a muscular woman with long flowing brown hair, in full leather armor.
"Oh Unna, we were just catching our breaths." Olar looked at the strong warrior as he quickly picked up the bucket of water. Hakon and Jari did the same with the log.
"Hah." Unna looked at the weak men. She could pick up and carry the log without even breaking so much as a sweat. Standing there, she couldn't help but glance down at their bare genitals and laugh.
Following tradition, Olar, Hakon, and Jari, like the rest of the men in the village wore no clothing below the waist. Their unimpressive genitals had to be presentable to the women of the village at all times, to do with as they pleased.
"May the queen watch over you." Olar, Hakon, and Jari politely said politely as they picked up their bucket and log.
Unna laughed seeing how the three men struggled with their tasks. Their stumbles reminded her of her husband Uve. He had always been a clumsy man. It was one of his quirks that she found rather pleasing.
After the men disappeared from her sight, Unna continued on her way back to her hut. She had just spent the last day standing guard at the village gate, so she looked forward to being entertained by her husband.
As Unna passed her warrior sister Rina's hut, she heard the familiar yelp of Rina's husband Galmi.
"Ow... ah... oww..." Galmi was bent over, holding onto a tree as Rina spanked his bare bottom hard. A small crowd of their neighbors had gathered to watch.
Unna knew that Rina loved to spank her husband out in the open like that, in front of the entire village.
"Oh yes!" Rina gave her husband another hard slap as he softly cried out.
Hmph...
Unna smiled to herself as she continued along the dirt path to her hut. Having just seen Rina with her husband Galmi, Unna felt an even greater yearning for Uve. She couldn't wait to get home and sit on his face and feel his tongue on her sweet spot.
As she approached her hut, the daughters of Hulda, Dagny and Edda were practicing their sword technique. After fifteen and sixteen winters, they had grown to be quite the fierce warriors. They were tall and strong. Their muscle bound arms swung their swords with great power and precision. The leather cloth they wore covered their chests and hips, whilst their muscular legs and ripped abdomens were free to breathe. Their long blonde hair hung down their back in a long braid.
"Hey." Dagny turned to her sister and motioned her to look over by the barrel next to their hut.
Looking over, Edda saw a familiar face hiding and watching her from behind the barrel.
"Vilmar, get out here," Edda commanded the boy whom she had known since they were both little. He had always been following her around like a little puppy.
Vilmar nervously walked out from behind the barrel, revealing that his bare penis stood straight up, from having watched Edda. As he walked over, his erection jutted up and down.
Edda turned and laughed with her sister when she saw his penis.
"Are you expecting to fight me with that little sword." Edda looked down at Vilmar's penis and laughed.
"N... no... I was just..." Vilmar looked up at Edda and suddenly lost himself in her beauty.
"Maybe he was looking at you and touching himself Edda," Dagny told her sister.
"Is that true?" Edda turned to Vilmar as she reached down and gripped his penis and squeezed it hard. Vilmar almost buckled to his knees.
"N... no." Vilmar felt Edda's firm grip around his penis. Even though it was quite excruciating, Vilmar didn't want Edda to stop. He had dreamt so many times about feeling Edda's touch.
"Is that so?" Edda found herself giving his penis a few tugs whilst she squeezed him. She hadn't expected his penis to feel like that. It wasn't hard as the hilt of a sword, but it wasn't soft either. In fact, it felt quite pleasant in her hand.
"Y... yes..." Vilmar squirmed.
"So you've never watched me and touched yourself?" Edda gave him a few more hard tugs.
"I... I have..." Vilmar thought about the times he had been down at the river, hiding in the bushes whilst Edda was bathing with the rest of the warriors. He had spurted so many times behind those bushes. Suddenly he felt that intense feeling from his balls.
"Ah... ahh... ahh." Edda heard Vilmar groan as she felt something hot and gooey splash against her hand and fingers.
"Eww..." Edda released her grip and pulled her hand away. Looking down at Vilmar's penis, she saw that he was still spurting cum. Though as she looked on and he began to drip, she kind of wished that she hadn't pulled away.
"Oh... I'm... sorry..." Vilmar panted. He had never spurted so hard in his life.
As Edda looked over at her hand, she felt the gooeyness of the cum running down between her fingers. She had seen her mother milking her father's penis quite a few times, and she remembered that her mother often had her father lick her fingers clean.
"What a mess." Edda held up her hand and showed her spunk ridden fingers.
"I'm sorry, I..." Vilmar felt so bad. He might have just ruined any small chance of having Edda choose him when it became her time to pick a husband.
"Lick them clean, with your tongue." Edda smiled as her sister grinned.
"O... okay." It was something he had seen many of them men in the village do, including his father and brother, but he had never done it himself. Until now.
"Ugh..." Vilmar stuck out his tongue and slowly licked along Edda's slimy pointing finger. He could taste what he knew had to be his own cum, but he didn't mind it because he was actually getting to lick Edda's fingers.
"Mmm..." He took two of her fingers into his mouth and slowly sucked them clean, enjoying every second of it.
"Haha, such a little boy," Dagny said as she and her sister laughed at Vilmer.
"You better get it all," Edda told him as she felt him lick the palm of her hand.
Vilmer suddenly felt so disappointed when he looked at her fingers and realized that he had swallowed all of his cum and that he wouldn't get to lick her fingers any longer.
"Now run along, I need to train," Edda told Vilmer who reluctantly walked away.
Over by the hut next to the two sisters, Unna swung open the leather quilt that served as the door.
"Husband?" Unna put down her sword and shield.
"Oh." Uve leaned out from behind a quilt that separated the hut into two rooms. At the same time, he bumped his head against a dreamcatcher that hung down from the ceiling.
"Unna, you are home." The brown haired Uve was completely naked and didn't wear any clothes as he greeted his wife. It was the tradition for a man not to wear any clothes whilst in the sanctity of his woman's hut.
Unna smiled to herself when she looked over at her husband's hairless crotch and flabby body.
"Is that the way you greet the woman of the hut?"
"Oh, of course not..." Uve quickly got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to Unna.
Once in front of her, he carefully reached around her feet and removed her leather bound footwear. Making sure to give her feet a kiss after he was done.
"That's more like it." Unna smiled down at her husband as he slowly made his way up to his feet and got behind her.
"How was the gate?" Uve asked whilst untying Unna's chest armor.
"Uneventful. Almost to the point that I wished that those bandits would have come back." Several moons ago, a group of bandits had made the mistake of trying to steal from the village. Though Unna and the rest of the warriors had made quick work of them, even capturing their leader who was a young and undisciplined woman. Normally the young bandit leader would have already been dealt with, but since Friya, the commander of the warriors was out escorting the hunters, Unna had put the bandit leader in a cage.
"Oh gosh, I hope not." As soon as they had heard the drums that signified danger, Uve and the rest of the men had run to the large communion hut and hid, whilst the women all armed themselves.
"I wouldn't let anything happen to my weak man." Unna turned around and wrapped her strong arms around him. Uve almost lost his breath when she hugged him.
"Mm!" Unna almost engulfed Uve's mouth with her lips as she fiercely kissed him. Uve couldn't do anything other than to keep his mouth open as wide as he could as Unna swirled her tongue around in his mouth.
"Ah!" Unna let go of her husband for a moment and ripped her chest armor off, exposing her muscular chest and huge firm breasts, to Uve's widened eyes.
"Suck them!" She pressed her husband face against her breasts.
