Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

From that moment on, the two lovers stopped talking and their usual love ritual began, while Thalos, bored and with a full stomach, tired of having traveled so much, lay down by the fireplace and fell asleep like a log.

When both lovers were completely naked in front of the bathtub and glad to finally have some privacy, they began to court each other as if it was their first time: between them, there was such strong chemistry, that the emotions they felt every time their naked bodies touched were so strong, so much so that they lost control and did not be careful about what was going on around them.

At that moment, if someone had tried to force the lock on the door or window, Dag and Freydis would probably have continued with their teasing.

Continuing to kiss, without ever detaching their lips, they climbed over the edge of the wooden tank and entered it, plunging into the hot water, which as soon as it came into contact with their cold and dirty bodies, emitted thin white steam.

Dag sat at the bottom of the tank and Freydis rode him, continuing to kiss him and caress his face and hair.

She then took a bowl resting on a sort of stool nearby and filled it with water, then emptied it on Dag's head, who did the same to her.

In the same way, she grabbed a piece of soap and began to soap her man everywhere, paying special attention to the intimate parts, where her hands persisted more than necessary, letting Dag's penis grow, which was ready to do his duty and make the young Shieldmaiden enjoy the moment.

Freydis's leather armor had left small marks along her torso, having been glued to her all that time, and lines of earth and dirt had accumulated on her chest and lower abdomen.

Dag, making her sit in front of him at the bottom of the tub, placed a hand on her chest and pushed her backward, forcing her to lie down completely, with her head resting on the wooden edge and the rest of her body immersed in water, while her round and hard breasts protruded from its surface, preceded by turgid nipples.

With his hand in the water, he began to caress her on her shoulders and descend to the lower parts of her body, cleaning them gently and sensually.

Freydis closed her eyes and focused on the movements of his hand, which descended lower and lower, immersed in hot water, and directed between her legs.

When Dag's fingers began to caress her vagina, Freydis raised her head even more, moving it backward and spreading her arms outwards, as if she was relying completely on her man.

Dag then continued with the movement, which became more and more intense and deep, until he stuck his fingers inside the body of his girlfriend, who continued to enjoy more and more, grabbing with one hand his wrist and clutching it tightly, as if begging him not to stop.

Both continued to get so excited that, after a few minutes in that position, Freydis's legs tightened Dag's pelvis, sitting at the bottom of the tank in front of her, and she began to vibrate uncontrolled, as did her abdomen and hand holding his wrist.

He, realizing that she was about to come after so short time, placed his other hand on her neck, tightening slightly and thus increasing the enjoyment.

Freydis uttered a choked and intermittent groan, and her whole body submerged in the water and moved for a few seconds out of control, until she stopped after that intense pleasure.

Dag removed his hand from her neck, on which slight red marks of his fingers had appeared, and kissed his woman, who at that moment was trying to return with her mind to the real world.

"Wow... and where did you learn this...?" she asked, her voice still excited, grabbing Dag's penis and letting him know what time it was his turn.

Dag merely smiled and while she kept her penis directed between her legs, he placed his knees on the bottom of the tank and let himself fall on her, giving way to penetration.

Careless of being in an unknown city with unknown people, Dag and Freydis sat for more than 20 minutes, slowed by the friction of the water, which made everything more exciting and intense and she did not stop for a moment to scream with pleasure.

Moments before he came, Dag pulled his blade from Freydis's sheath and placed his head between her wet breasts, while she gently stroked him, having come for the second time.

That bathroom, which had turned into an intense sexual session, ended that way, and more exhausted than before, the two lovers came out of the bathtub and wore the clothes hanging on the wall to go to sleep.

Dag, unable to stand again, walked the stairs and threw himself on the bed, stopping to move after a few seconds.

Freydis, on the other hand, providently, used the last remaining piece of soap to wash their armor, that after been submerged and rinsed in the tank, were placed on the table and on the stools in front of the fireplace, to let them dry at night.

Thalos, who was right next to her, raised his face for a moment and when he realized it was nothing interesting, he went back to sleep like a baby.

Having remained the last still awake, Freydis reached her man in their love nest, realizing that he was already immersed in sleep, under the fur blankets.

Looking at the wooden and concrete ceiling of the house, she thought that she could even get used to being there, which unlike Skjegg and Okstorm, left them the freedom to be together without time limits and to be able to follow their spirit as warriors and adventurers, exploring new lands and learning new languages.

On these positive thoughts, the girl, with her red hair still humid and tied in a braid, fell asleep snuggled near Dag, who as he slept instinctively embraced her, sensing the warmth of her body under the blankets.