Hermod must kill a giantess if he wishes his brother to be returned from the deep recesses of Helheim. Only this giantess is under a spell of protection and cannot be slain by a man's hand. Hermod seeks help from the one woman he knows who is warrior enough to kill the giantess and along the journey she steals his heart.
Released from slavery after a hard fought battle at Hermod's side, Quenell feels she owes Hermod a debt but does she owe him her heart? Betrayed by men in her tribe, she is lost on who to trust but most of all on who to love.
"I cannot wait any longer, Quenell," Richard said. His fingers slid in and out of her hole, wiggled, twisted, and drew quiet sighs of pleasure from her lips. "My dick is so hard and ready for you. It throbs to be inside you. I know how you like to play but if it is to be our control, my control, I say fuck now and play next time."
His fingers pounded into her now as if to give her pussy a small taste of what his dick was about to do. She panted louder when Victor returned to suck and bite her breast and when she spoke her words came on spurts of breath. "Fuck...me...now...Richard."
His fingers left her and she instantly felt the loss, wanted to scream to have them back inside her. His hands skimmed her legs, wrapped around her ankles and lifted. He draped her legs over his shoulders, gripped her hips and shoved his dick inside her in one solid, vicious thrust.
"Oh Goddess," she cried out. She reached blindly for something to hold onto and found long, silky strands of hair--Victor's hair. She fisted her hand and pulled. She heard Victor's low growl, knew that he liked just a little pain with his sex too.
"Damn, you're tight," Richard grunted. His cock slid in and out of her in quick, measured strokes. He reached the end of her with each inward thrust, eased almost completely out of her pussy before he slammed back inside again.
She writhed on the mattress, bucked in his hands. Her heels dug into his shoulders. Victor, she deduced, because Richard's hands remained with a firm grip on her hips, took hold of her breasts and squeezed, kneaded and pulled them. Hot darts of pain laced with pleasure shot straight to her middle, brought her closer to that orgasmic edge.