Chapter Two: Astra and a Goddess, and a Huge Cock
A pair of teenage girls, carrying two buckets each, were leaving room seven when they reached the landing. They looked at Jorgen, Astra attached to his arm, and both faces turned bright red. The older one gathered herself and spoke before he could question them.
"Your bath is ready sir, but be careful, it's very hot" she said with a straight face, as her younger companion giggled.
"And we left towels, and some oils," the younger one chimed in.
"Thank you," Jorgen said, tossing each a silver. He could see steam coming from the open door and suddenly that bath was sounding very, very good.
"Have a good night, girls," Astra added, waving them off with a smirk.
"You too," they chimed together, before dashing off down the stairs.
Astra looked at him, eyebrow raised. "You must be very popular wherever you come from, to get service like that."
Jorgen ushered her inside and closed the door.
"Strip."
"Yes sir," she responded, turning to face him.
Jorgen sat down on the corner of the big bed to watch. It creaked ominously.
Astra expertly dropped the hardened leather bits of her armor, and then stripped her undershirt over her head.
Her breasts were small, pert, and her nipples were hard.
She peeled the tight trousers from her long, gorgeous legs. She had to hop once to avoid falling, but she was graceful and strong, and recovered quickly. Finally the young soldier stood before the massive blonde barbarian, almost at attention.
"Those too," he said, gesturing towards her white undershorts.
Astra turned around without hesitation and bent down at the waist. She was flexible. She gave him a long look at her pussy as she pushed them slowly down her legs. Her mound was trimmed and her lips were pink, inner labia just peeking out. Her hood was prominent. He could see it through her thigh gap.
Kicking her undershorts aside, the lovely soldier turned back to face the big man, not quite standing at attention. She looked excited, and really happy, Jorgen decided. Her dark eyes sparkled.
Outwardly she was a tough, independent soldier. But she really enjoyed this submission, and it was natural to her. He thought it maybe felt like the safety and security of her childhood, before the orcs. Maybe her father had been strict, he guessed.
Or she just liked strength. Or following orders was comfortable to a soldier. But he thought it was about her family and her childhood. It didn't matter though, Jorgen was happy to meet her needs.
So, the barbarian stood. He towered over the naked young woman, but Astra looked up at him fearlessly, she looked aroused and determined. Jorgen nodded, with a small smile, then walked over to the bath. It was about three feet long, and deep enough for him to sit in, at least.
The big man turned back to the lovely, submissive soldier, and spoke in a soft, deep voice that was a loving father and a stern commander and a great big barbarian all at the same time.
Astra felt things deep inside that were new to her. Primal things. No woman would be immune to this masculine force of nature. Her pussy clenched. She felt her womb come alive as arousal dripped down her thigh.
"Undress me."
"Y-yes sir."
The beautiful, brave scout stalked towards the big man, stopping inches away. Her eyes were level with his huge upper chest, almost to his collar. Astra was taller than Jorgen had thought. She looked up into his eyes, as her hands found the clasps to his armor.
Jorgen smelled her arousal.
The barbarian's boiled leather breastplate fell to the floor, and she unlaced his lightweight linen shirt before slowly dragging it up and over his head. He had to bend down to assist, relenting after she tried to climb his torso.
The fabric stretched and she grunted and groaned, but eventually his golden mane re-emerged and he stood in all his bare chested glory.
Astra took a few moments to appreciate the view; his muscular arms, broad shoulders and powerful torso in perfect oversized harmony. He was built like a statue. She had seen her share of strong men, growing up in the north, but this man towered over any man she could remember.
She could feel the heat radiating from his sculpted pecs. She felt dazed as she caressed his massive figure. His chest had light golden hair up the center, so soft that it felt like fur. That fascinated her. The smells of dried sweat, sea spray, leather, and his subtle underlying musk were conspiring to overwhelm her.
Jorgen looked down to admire Astra's elegant, leanly-muscled shoulders. He followed the lines of her shoulder blades down through her long, toned back, finally settling on her perfectly rounded backside. Her muscle tone reminded him of his old friend Sarisa, who wanted to be a Valkyrie and trained with the old warriors every summer. He had planned to ask her to marry him. That was before he met Ania.
He was lost in the memory of Sarisa, and of Ania, but was brought back to the present by the sudden sensation of his undershorts dropping to his feet. Astra was on her knees, gaze locked on his midsection. After a few seconds she managed to take a deep breath and looked up at the very, very big man, a wicked smile forming. Then she noticed that he seemed a little distracted.
"Sir, are you alright?"
"Yes, just memories of an old life. Good things. You've got me in a good place. Don't let me stop you."
"Yes, sir," she said with a adorable pout, which morphed into a sultry grin as she noticed a pulse of excitement lifting his enormous still-soft cock, which was just starting to grow.
She grasped his heavy shaft with both hands, and pulled the tip to her lips. She gave the head a wet kiss, then sucked on it gently, looking up at him, waiting.
Jorgen felt a shiver pass through his body, and his cock hardened under her lips. The adorable cock-worshipping soldier let out a small, happy moan, and sucked more of his head into her mouth.
Astra had a pretty large mouth, Jorgen saw when she stretched it, and could fit his girth, but it was straining her jaw already. She drew in an inch, and then two of his hardening shaft. Very few women could do what she was doing.
As he grew larger and harder, he began to stretch her mouth. She pulled back and held up a hand, taking a deep breath before asking, "can I do something? I have to know."
"What?"
She just crawled over to her small pack and fished around, wagging her perfect little backside at him.
"Found it!"
"A measuring tape?" he asked, incredulously.
"Yep," she said with a twinkle and a lopsided grin, "it's a scout thing. And how else am I going to confidently brag about you, withholding no details?"
"Well, go ahead," he said, laughing. Honestly curious.
Astra scurried over to him, unrolled the tape, and first wrapped it around his now rock-hard girth. It was pretty uniform, so she measured the middle. She did look at the head for a moment. Those ridges would probably add an inch, she thought. But the shaft was easier to measure.
"Wow," she said.
"That bad, huh?"
"No, it's almost eight fucking inches around."
"Is that good?"
