Saga of the Sex-Sworn

Note: this story is set in the world of Shadow of the Gods and Hunger of the Gods, but about 50 years before those books. It has lots of non-consensual things in it, because that world has limited consent. You won't find any actual characters from that series here - you need yo read the novels for that!

This is, clearly, fiction. Don't try this at home. It is also clearly fan-fiction. This work does not claim copyright over the images or settings within that world, which reside fully with John Gwynne. This work is done without his knowledge or permission.

Go read his books, they are wonderful (although there is a little less sex than in this).

Some words:

brynja

a mail coat

drengr

warriors

Jarl

Earl, lord

niðling

swear word roughly coward

samræði-witch

a witch specialising in sex magic

seax

a short sword often carried as a secondary weapon

sieðr-witch

a shamanistic magic maker

thrall

a slave, bound by a magical collar

vaesen

a small monster

A note on Slater: if you would like to see what Slater's cock looks like, then go and explore the Bad Dragon website. Or, as it would be in this world, the Lik-Rifa website.

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Kanerva had been hunting him through the town for the last three days

, lured on by a scent here and an image there. But at last she had seen him enter the tavern on the road near the docks.  Like her, he wore a brynja and carried a helm. His seax looked well cared for. But she knew that this was the least dangerous part of him.

Pausing for a few minutes to let a drunk fisherman past, she entered the tavern. The rush light flickered, darker than the moon-lit streets she had just left, and it took her a few seconds for her eyes to compensate -- seconds in which she stepped aside from the door. Best not to be seen framed by it, even if there had been no signs that he was aware of her.

The stink of piss and stale ale that mixed in the rushes on the floor would probably hide her scent from him, but she had no desire to get close. A nod to the innkeeper had a pot of ale before her in exchange for a copper, and she sat down in the corner whilst her eyes swept the stinking room.

Finally she saw him in the far corner, by the door to the outhouse. He was leaning over a pretty lass who probably worked for the inn. Watching out of the corner of her eye she appraised the girl. There was something about her. A hardness that talked of the warrior way rather than the usual bar work you might have expected. And an arrogant look to her too.

Aha! It seemed that she wasn't the only one hunting tonight. Perhaps this would provide the proof she needed -- and far quicker than bespelling the man. Sure enough, after a few minutes her prey and the girl left through the back door, but not before they gave a look around the room. A lesser hunter would have been spotted, but she wasn't to be caught out like that, and all they saw was a tired warrior-woman with her head in a pot of ale.

She could try to follow them, but there was always a risk that they were waiting and watching. Far better to go back out of the front. There were only two directions the alley at the back of the tavern could take, towards the town gate, or back towards the centre.

Her instinct told her that they would head out, towards the wood. Sure enough, from under the overhanging thatch she spotted the couple, arm in arm, heading towards the wall.

She kept entirely still, relying on the shadows to hide her, as he raised his head and sniffed the air. Apparently satisfied he walked on, the girl at his side. A few houses further on they stopped again. This time it was the girl who raised her head. If she hadn't been sure before, she was now.

Just ahead of them the town gate was closed, and wouldn't reopen until dawn. At least that was the theory. But evidently a coin and a smile was enough for the couple to be let out onto the path to the woods.

She had no intention of spending her coin on a corrupt doorkeep, although she decided that the Jarl should be informed when it was convenient. Instead, she quickened her pace, and walked along the inside of the wall for a dozen yards.

Making sure that the guard wasn't watching, she muttered the ancient words under her breath, and leapt up onto the logs at the top of the wall.

In the distance she could see her prey, almost at the forest now. Flexing her legs she jumped down to the ground. The girl ahead had heard something, and her head whipped around, looking back at the gate. But no good hunter would let herself be seen, and the long grasses kept Kanerva hidden.

Seeing nothing untoward the girl stepped on, disappearing quickly into the shadow of the trees. Kanerva guessed they wouldn't go far. Why would they need to? And of all the people who might be in the forest tonight, they had the least to fear. No vaesen would go near these two!

If only they were as safe as they thought.

A few minutes into the trees she could hear them. Clearly in their rut they had foregone caution. All the better.

Kanerva approached the clearing carefully --making sure she was silent and downwind. She could already smell the somewhat rank maleness of her prey, and the heat from his conquest.    As she looked through the branches the moonlight twisted her view, dappling everything in its silver grey light. Both of them were already half-naked, his brynja discarded on the ground, and her dress pushed away from her breasts. He was leaning into her, building their desire with short nips of the teeth on her neck and breasts.

Kanerva knew that, even though she couldn't see it, his eyes would be flecked with yellow -- as would the girls'. Their limbs seemed slightly longer, their teeth sharper, their movements quicker and more aggressive.  In one movement he ripped her skirts off her, leaving her naked and angry. "My dress! You fucker niðling!"

"I'll buy you another for your troubles"

"Sure. You bring me out here to fuck me because you can't control yourself and you think to buy me with a dress."

"Oh we both know you can't be bought... Now get down on your knees and let me mount you."

The girl turned her back on him, and slowly knelt on the moss of the forest floor, before bending her back until she was on her hands and knees, her pussy raised towards him.

"Oh mighty lord, fuck me, I don't deserve you, fill me up with your mighty dick!" She burst into laughter and waggled her arse in his direction. "Come on you hund, show me how you ride your bitches..."

The prey pushed down his britches and Kanerva almost gasped. His cock was the final proof she needed. Not the smooth, or veined cock of a man, this was animal.

Standing out from his groin it was fully nine inches long, and the bulges and ridges on it were visible even from twenty yards away. The girl was still taunting him as he knelt behind her and grabbed her by the hips.

"Hund am I? Let's chase those deep thoughts from your head, bitch"

His cock leapt forwards, ramming into her. She let out a yelp -- of pain or of joy, Kanerva wasn't entirely sure -- and growled as he mounted her.

"Oh hund, I'm your bitch. Mount me. Use my pussy and let's grow some pups. Fuck me hund, fuck me..."

There probably wouldn't be a better opportunity. Kanerva loosened her axe from her belt and strode into the clearing.

"Who the fuck?" The prey tried to stand up, but his britches around his ankles and his cock in the girl resulted in an undignified scramble, one that was rapidly ended as the flat of the axe caught him across the temple.

The girl could have been a problem, but he collapsed forwards, pinning her naked body to the ground under him, and a second swing of the axe silenced her screams.

When they woke both wore the thrall collars she had brought with her in the sack at her back. She had been hunting one, but it always helped to have a spare in-case, and this in-case looked like being very profitable indeed.

"Well, you two. Both tainted with the wolf-God's blood. And now you are mine..."

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"Hey, sieðr-witch, what have you got there?" The jarl's drengr were as pleasant as ever as she walked into the long-house with her new thralls.

"I am a samræði-witch you arseling! And shut up before I curse you with lice"

"Well get your arse in to see the Jarl. Gyðastill hasn't dropped, and the Jarl and his sisters are beginning to doubt you."

Kanerva knew she couldn't put this off any longer. Gyða should have given birth two weeks ago, and unless something happened there was a risk to her life, and more importantly from the Jarl's perspective, the life of the son he was sure he was owed.

The Jarl was sitting at his mead-table, surrounded by his drengr.  "At last the witch has returned. You shouldn't waste time hunting for these creatures, you should do what I'm paying you for!"

"I see that your concern for your concubine is as strong as ever.  You bravely sit here whilst Gyða cries in your chamber. In the meantime I've been out making your town safer by capturing these ulfheðnar" she saw the Jarl beginning to rise "But fair enough. It is time. Let me go and see her."

Leaving the male thrall with the drengr, Kanerva led the female through the hanging at the back of the hall and into the Jarl's chamber. There, on a pile of furs lay his concubine, her belly swollen with the child who seemed determined to kill the both of them. "No sign of labour?"

"No, Kanerva. But the child still moves. Please can you help? The Jarl has talked about cutting the child from me..."

"He would most likely miss and cut his own dick off! Men are useless."

That drew a nervous smile from Gyða.

"Right, lets do this. You," she gestured to her thrall, "Go and get hot water, and then stop any of the men from coming back here."

Tenderly Kanerva undressed the very pregnant Gyða.  This would be her first child, and despite the harrowing situation her pregnancy had only made her look more beautiful. Her thighs had strengthened as she bore the weight of the unborn child, and her breasts had filled out. She didn't need to be beautiful for the magic to work, but it helped.

"There are tales of a magical fruit that can help in these situations... but of course we have none. And I assume the Jarl has tried fucking the child out of you?"

"He has. Until his dick became soft with frustration. And all I got for it was his cum on my tits... which is less than helpful."

"I told you. Men are useless. But he wasn't entirely wrong... He didn't give you an orgasm, did he?"

"He never has... that's not his style."

"Aye, and it's likely he never will. When he goes away on a hunt I recommend getting yourself a lover.  But that's for later.  First let's weave some magic."

Kanerva reached into her sac and pulled out a wooden wand.  Eight inches long and an inch thick, it was carved deep with runes.

"You have a dick for a wand?"

"No one said they had to look one way or another, and for my magic it seems appropriate" She pulled out a paring knife, small and deadly sharp. "Now the men all seem to think this needs a seax to make it proper, but it's the blood that matters, not the blade. So give me your palm. There's going to be a bit of pain, then some joy, and then all too soon a world of pain. But the ebb and flow is what makes life, and your child will bring you joy enough..."

Kanerva certainly didn't know the child would bring joy. In her experience children brought anguish and heartache, but maybe this time.

The small knife cut into Gyða's palm, and the blood welled out of her fist and onto the wand. As it filled the runes and Kanerva muttered her magic the wand began to throb in her hand.  It was time.

She placed her hand firmly between Gyða's breasts and pushed her back onto the bed.  "Breathe"

The tip of the wand touched Gyda's clitoris, and a groan escaped her lips. Round and round she moved the wooden tip until she saw Gyða's pussy reacting, then slowly she eased it inside her.

"Feel the magic working on you. Feel my magic words."

Kanerva lowered her mouth onto Gyða, licking around the pulsating shaft of the wand and over her clitoris. As she spoke the words her hot breath caressed the swollen and tender lips, and she let her tongue reach upwards again.  "There is nothing as beautiful as a fully pregnant woman. Give in to my mouth and my wand. Feel all the joy you should in lovemaking, and none of the hate or despair. Wrap your legs around me, and pull me onto you..."

Gyða's body was reacting, as she knew it would.Her nipples were hardening, and her pussy was swelling with blood. Her breathing was growing ragged, and a trembling was beginning in her hips. Soon her entire body was shaking, and she screamed out as waves of joy coursed through her.

And then silence.

And then a groan of pain.

"Oh. It's started. I can feel it. Oh."

"Time for that hot water I think."

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Now that her work was done, all barring the screaming coming from chamber, it was time to collect her thralls and her payment.

Jarl Eriksson was deep in his mead, probably trying to drink away the sounds of childbirth, and was more than a little reluctant to hand over the hack-silver he had promised. But in the end he had to admit she had done as promised.

"And try fucking her properly next time! Or find a drengr to do it for you. One with a big cock and a bigger heart!" Kanerva stalked out of the hall, her two new thralls following her unwillingly.

"You two, let's head out to my steading. You will find out what you will be doing once we get there."

Kanerva's steading was three leagues from the town, and took most of the day to get to -- a single roundhouse from an earlier age, surrounded by the usual clutter of outhouses, a small garden, and a scattering of animals. The wall that surrounded the steading seemed better looked after than the roundhouse itself, the logs well faced, and gaps filled.  As the party approached the gate it was pulled open from within, a tall thin thrall heaving it back, seemingly without effort. Once they were through, she turned to her new thralls.

"I suppose I should know your names. You," she pointed at the girl.

"It's Helga"

"And you?"

"Slater."

"Good. Well, Slater and Helga, you are my thralls. You will do what I say, and I think you both know the pain that you will suffer if you don't. You will live here with me, and you will do whatever I say. There are few rules. Do the work I set. Don't fuck each other or any of the other thralls. That's it."

"Oh, and if you're thinking of killing me in the night and stealing the keys to those collars, be warned. I'm a witch, and those collars are cursed -- if I die, for any reason, they will burn. And they will burn through your pretty necks until your foolish heads are removed from your somewhat attractive bodies. The others will tell you that they feel the need to look after me most carefully as a result."

"Now, it's getting late. Helga, you can sleep with me on this side of my house. Slater, join the boys on the other side."

With Helga and Slater there were now four thralls at the steading. Helga and Slater found themselves joined by the tall thrall, who they learned was called Oddrun and a huge-muscled thrall called Vigi.

On their first morning Kanerva made all the thralls come out into the yard in front of the steading.

Helga was forced to goto the well and collect six buckets of water, which she did with a fair bit of muttering under her breath.

"Oh shut up, Helga, and come and sit here with me," called Kanerva, pointing to a bench at the side of the hut. "Now, boys, strip for us."

The two thralls seemed to know what was up, and quickly pulled off their leggings and tops, until they were stood there naked, clearly without shame.  Oddrun had a lean, cord-like physique, pretty rather than masculine, and almost hairless. Vigi was as well built as Helga had suspected, with pronounced abdominal muscles and a thick cock. Helga couldn't help murmuring her approval, which brought a scowl from Slater.

"Slater, why are you still clothed? Do you need me to remind you of your status?"

"No, mistress, I will strip..." With that he turned his back and removed his clothes.

"Oh that won't do at all. Turn around now, and let's look at you! After all I've already seen you fucking Helga here..."

Slater slowly turned around, a look of hatred on his face.

"There we go. Not so hard was it?" Kanervavlooked him up and down, "And not the only thing that isn't hard.  Well boys, you have two buckets each. Wash yourselves for us. We want to see you getting good and clean..."

Kanerva reached out for Helga's hand, "See I said there would be compensations! They do look rather good, don't they?"

Kanerva couldn't help herself. They did look good. Very different, but all -- in their way -- exciting. She ran her hand over Vigi's chest, feeling him shiver in anticipation. Then around Oddrun's arse, revelling in the smooth skin. She could feel herself getting excited. And now the men had been thoroughly cleaned it was time for her work to start.

"Helga, I need you to help me. My magic is subtle, and deep, but first I need to make an assessment and bind my thralls more deeply than can be done with the collars. Don't be frightened, you will come to love it. And for you it will be different. Today you will watch me bind Slater. Now go and collect some herbs for me..."

As Helga walked to the herb garden, Kanerva strode back across to the three boys.

Her two were already starting to show signs of excitement in anticipation of what was to come, their cocks twitching, their eyes dilated, and their breathing getting heavier.

"Oddrun, Vigi. I think I will need your help. Are you ready?"

"Yes mistress"

"Good. Slater, I'm going to make you drink something that will awake your wolf. It will make you angry. But it will also rob you of your ability to resist me. I advise you to surrender to me completely -- it will make it easier for you. And in the end it won't make any difference. You will love me."

"Never! I hate you, witch!"

His hatred only made her more excited. Under her dress she felt her nipples hardening, and she was sure that only the rough cotton of her dress was hiding her excitement. Given who she was dealing with she was sure they could all smell her arousal.

"They all say that, don't they Vigi.  But you love me now, don't you?"

"I do mistress. You are my everything."

Slater looked at Vigi in disgust. How could this huge creature bend a knee to this tiny woman?  Helga had come back with a selection of herbs, and Kanerva looked through them, selecting some, and discarding others. Eventually she had what she needed, and withdrew into the roundhouse, where a pot of water had been set to boiling on the fire.

Slater could hear chanting and singing from inside the hut, and a few minutes later Kanerva returned with two steaming bowls. She let them cool for a minute, and then, smiling, took a sip from one of them.

"See, not too bad! I add some honey, to make it sweeter.  Now, Vigi, hold him."

Slater found himself pinned from behind. As much as he tried to struggle he was no match for the giant who held him. Oddrun walked up to him and pinched his nose, forcing him to open his mouth, and at that the witch stepped forwards and poured the hot liquid in. Before he could think to spit it out, Oddrun had clamped his jaw shut, and he was forced to swallow the bitter drink.

Kanerva looked around at Helga.  "Oh, mine was just tea. Lovely in the morning.

Slater's wasn't, as he will soon find out."

Indeed Slater had started to shiver, his limbs seeming to lose control, and Vigi carefully lowered his naked body to the ground. But rather than letting him go he knelt by his head, pinning his shoulders down.  Oddrun had moved to his feet and gripped those tightly. Soon the reason for this became clear. Slater's eyes began to fleck with yellow, and he started to groan. His muscles knotted and it was all the other two could do to keep him on the ground.