Hallway shadows swallow me at 2 AM. Building dead quiet. Neighbors snore behind thin walls. My pussy still throbs from upstairs Seidr. Fingers slick in my wet slit. Silver cock-toy stretching my ass. Came screaming inside, vision flashing: basement door, hammering, that necklace. Light leaks under their door. Muffled clangs. Sweat-metal stink seeps out. Heart hammers. Peek through keyhole. Four short, ripped brothers. Alfrigg, Berling, Dvalin, Grer. Torsos hairy, glistening red from forge glow. Muscles bulge, sweat rivers down thick arms. Anvil sparks. Brisingamen shines on bronze stand. Gold twists, amber tears. My wyrd demands it. Knock soft. Door cracks. Alfrigg’s eyes widen. ‘Lady Freyja.’ Brothers freeze, stare at my curves under thin robe. Point to necklace. ‘Price?’ Not for sale. Gold? No. Their eyes rake me. ‘One night each. All holes. Our every filthy whim.’ Pulse races. Strip slow. Robe, Valshamr pool at feet. Naked. Tits heavy, nipples hard. Pussy dripping. They drop pants. Four fat cocks bob, veiny, leaking. Grin dirty.
Kneel on gritty floor. Creak under knees. Grip two throbbing shafts. Snow-white hands on hairy bases. Mouth two. Suck Alfrigg deep, gag quiet. Berling next, tongue swirl purple head. Hands jerk Dvalin, Grer. Slurp wet, muffled. Drool strings. Their groans low, bitten. ‘Fuck, goddess cunt.’ Forge heat licks skin. Pray no thuds wake upstairs prudes. They grab hair, fuck faces gentle-fierce. Throats bulge. Pussy aches empty. Stand. Bend over anvil. Hot metal singes tits. Alfrigg slams pussy. Stretch-burn delicious. Berling spits ass, shoves in. Double stuffed. Grer, Dvalin mouths. Balls slap thighs. Wet squelch, flesh smacks hushed. Floorboards groan protest. Sweat mixes, drips. Bite lip bloody to silence screams. Thrusts brutal. ‘Take dwarf cock, slut.’ Cum floods holes. Switch. Pound rotations. Ass gapes, pussy foams. Tits mauled. Cum smears face, tits. Orgasms rip me. Muffled howls into arm. Risk electric—footsteps above? Freeze mid-thrust. Nothing. Go harder. They roar soft, fill me again.
The Contact
Exhausted heap. Brisingamen mine. Fingers trace gold warm. Kiss cocks goodbye, lick clean. Dress shaky. Sneak out. Door clicks whisper. Stairs creak under bare feet. Heart thuds loud. Shadowy figure descends—old neighbor lady. Smile sweet. ‘Late walk?’ ‘Yeah, insomnia.’ Pulse roars. Pass close, cum scent clings? She nods, gone. Door shuts soft. Bed. Necklace glows. Secret throbs. Neighborhood sleeps oblivious. My filthy thrill.