“Glughk… Glughk… Glughk!”
 
Harry stares down in amusement at the concentrating face of his newest ‘cock-maiden’ while Sigryn does her level best to take him down her throat. Ever since they’ve started traveling to Haustvald in order to confront the Bonespeakers as part of Sigryn’s new quest to unite the Tideskorn against her father, the beautiful red head hasn’t missed a chance to practice her new ‘duties’ as a cock-maiden.
 
This, of course, means constantly deep-throating or being face fucked by Harry every single time they stopped to rest. Despite being less than a day’s travel away from Haustvald now, this time was no different. As soon as they’d finished setting up camp, Sigryn had been on her knees, her chestplate removed so that she could fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples as she happily, almost giddily, went down on him.
 
In this instance, he was letting her do all the work, watching as she did everything in her power to deep throat his cock. After all of her ‘training’, Sigryn’s dedication had so far allowed her to take nearly two-thirds of his shaft down her throat as she steadily reshaped it for his pleasure.
 
Harry appreciated her efforts, don’t get him wrong. The zealotry was a little discomfiting, but he could even enjoy that as well. However, Sigryn was temptation given form in another way…
 
With a groan, Harry finally unloads in the red head’s throat. His ‘cock-maiden’ greedily consumes every last drop, even as she grasps and grips down HARD on her tits, her fingers ultimately clamping onto her nipples and pulling them away from her body with so much force Harry wonders if she’s going to rip them off.
 
She doesn’t, of course, but the reverberations caused by her gurgling moans as she swallows his seed certainly give him an added bit of pleasure. Her throat milks him of his load, his balls churning until they’re emptied. Of course, they’re never truly empty and Sigryn knows that full well. This is where the temptation comes into play.
 
Pulling back with a pop, the gorgeous red-haired warrior sits back on her heels and looks at him, her naked chest heaving up and down and a small trickle of his cum leaving her parted lips as she pants noisily. She looks first to his still-hard member, and then up into Harry’s emerald eyes. Then, she slowly turns around, lifting her ass high into the air and showing off her crotch to him, where she’s cut an opening in her pants so she doesn’t have to remove them.
 
Like the good little cock-maiden she’s rapidly learned to be, the future God-Queen of the Tideskorn spreads that opening apart, showing off her glistening pussy lips and puckered anus for his pleasure. Harry stares at this in a mix of bemusement and amusement for a second before shaking his head with a sigh.
 
Standing up, he steps forward with his cock in his hand. It’s impossible not to notice how Sigryn freezes in place at his approach, anticipation thrumming through every fiber of her being. She moans a little more wantonly and wiggles her hips invitingly. Harry, meanwhile, brings his cock down on her muscled ass cheeks, smacking them both with his huge slab of meat hard enough to make even her toned backside jiggle.
 
Sigryn squeaks and then moans some more, her pussy positively gushing with arousal, glistening in the firelight as she pants even harder. Is this the moment? Is this where he finally fucks her? After all, he hasn’t yet. That’s the biggest source of friction between the two of them. So far, Harry has only ever used her mouth and throat.
 
Placing his cockhead at the entrance of the needy cock-maiden, Harry teases Sigryn’s lower lips for a moment… and then flicks his cock down, striking across her clit before pulling away in a maneuver that causes Sigryn to squeal, spasm, and squirt all over herself in a rather humiliating fashion. As Harry pulls back, he shakes his head and grins sardonically.
 
“Now, now… you and I both know you haven’t proven yourself to Eyir yet, Sigryn.”
 
Looking back at him with a baleful eye shows just how little his newest cock-maiden has actually broken. Oh sure, she’s devoted to his cock, yada yada… but Sigryn still has a streak of independence to her. More than a streak, even. She’s a strong woman, and she’ll make a good God-Queen. But she’s also something of a petulant child at times, especially when it comes to things she wants but can’t have.
 
As she sits up from her somewhat degrading position and fixes her clothing, Sigryn scowls heatedly.
 
“I know not why it is Eyir I must prove myself to… should it not be you? And have I not done enough?”
 
Harry smirks at that. In a way, she’s right. He’s not used to waiting this long before claiming a woman. In fact, he can’t remember the last time he traveled with a beauty like Sigryn for so long without fucking her in every hole. Sure, it’d only been like a day or two, but even that was a surprisingly long time. So why WAS he following Eyir’s little edict when out of everyone, he was the one who had the most right to say screw it?
 
Well, partially boredom, he supposed. But also because it was still more fun to tease Sigryn like this than it would be to finally fuck her. In a way, he was edging himself right alongside her. As soon as it stopped being so much fun to toy with her, he’d go for the kill. He was very much playing with his food here. Of course, he’s not about to tell Sigryn that. Instead, tucking his cock away as she reaffixes her chestplate, Harry just tilts his head to the side and gives the red-haired warrior woman a wicked grin.
 
“Well… you still haven’t reached the base of my cock yet, have you?”
 
Sigryn’s face flushes and her eyes flash at the reminder as she glances down to his crotch and his now-concealed cock in mulish irritation for a moment. But then she gives a begrudging nod, before looking slightly hopeful.
 
“So if I reach all the way down there… you’ll finally fuck me?”
 
Harry lets out a laugh at the bargaining tone Sigryn has suddenly taken.
 
“Now, now. I never said that. Eyir is the one who decides whether or not you’ve proven yourself, as you well know.”
 
Sigryn puffs out her cheeks indignantly at this but doesn’t say another word. Still, there’s a calculating glint in her eye. Rather than find himself shivering in concern, Harry can’t help but be delighted. He looks forward to seeing exactly what the red head comes up with. For now though, it was time to sleep. Tomorrow, they would arrive at Haustvald and the Runewood and see what there was to see.
 
-x-X-x-
 
“How dare they do this?!”
 
Harry hums as he considers what they’re seeing. All thought of his cock and getting it into her holes has fled Sigryn’s mind for the time being. She’s too irate by what she’s witnessing now that they’ve finally made it to the Runewood. Haustvald is located nearby, but somehow he suspects they won’t be going straight there. Not before they deal with… this.
 
From what Harry understands of the culture, The Runewood was a place of ancient importance to the Stormheim Vrykul. It was here that their Bonespeakers tended to their dead. It was a place of ritualistic significance, and very valuable to the Vrykul people. Except… even Harry could see the ways in which the Bonespeakers had turned on this place. How they had forsaken their ancient duties. Likely, they had been instructed to do so by their new God-King, under orders from the Burning Legion who sought to corrupt and pervert everything in their path.
 
That did not make it okay. It did not give the individual Bonespeakers an excuse for how they had turned their backs upon the Runewood and started trying to kill the forest using corrupted, dark magics and runestones. A repugnant feeling hangs in the air, and even Sigryn can see it. And it’s making her very angry.
 
Harry is just preparing to back her up if she decides to charge forward, when something else happens instead. Before them appears a Valkyra spirit, a Shieldmaiden who looks between the two of them with a flicker of hope in her ghostly eyes.
 
“Greetings Shield-Sister… and Outsider. I am the Shieldmaiden Iounn, and I sense not the taint of the Bonespeakers’ corruption upon you. Tell me why you have come to this place.”
 
Sigryn snarls, answering immediately and from the heart, much to Harry’s approval.
 
“To put an end to this! What else?!”
 
The spirit of Shieldmaiden Iounn looks just as approving as Harry feels as she gives Sigryn a nod.
 
“Well said, Sister. The Bonespeakers have forsaken their duties to the dead and currently attempt to destroy Vydhar, the ancient living tree at the heart of the Runewood. They seek to end him for the knowledge he holds, because they fear it with all their hearts.”
 
Curious now, Harry can’t help but speak up.
 
“An ancient tree named Vydhar? What’s his story?”
 
Iounn shoots him a somewhat dismissive glance at first, but upon seeing how Sigryn immediately defers to him, the Shieldmaiden spirit answers.
 
Many ages ago, Vydhar was a Vrykul man. He underwent a ritual to become one with the Runewood, in order to preserve the knowledge he held and expand upon it throughout the years. He has been the center of the Runewood ever since. It’s beating heart, if you will. If he dies, then the Runewood dies. But as long as he lives, there is still hope. The Bonespeakers seek to snuff out that hope.”
 
Sigryn’s breath hitches as Iounn lays it all out so effectively. Harry just nods, assimilating this information. Perhaps spurred forward by Sigryn’s reaction, Iounn continues on, scowling even more furiously now.
 
“That is not even the worst of it!”
 
Harry can’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. What could be worse than the entire Runewood dying? Luckily, the Shieldmaiden Spirit doesn’t make him ask.
 
“The Bonespeakers’ most galling crime recently has been their attempt to steal all of Queen Ashildir’s bones and enslave her! If you do not act quickly, I fear they will soon turn my Queen into their puppet!”
 
Looking between the two of them, Shieldmaiden Iounn seems to be taken by a religious fervor.
 
“Shield-Sister! Outsider! The crimes of the Bonespeakers must not go unpunished, but I can do nothing for the rune magic they practice grants them untold power over the dead! You, however, can put an end to this! Take the fight to the heretics and-!”
 
Iounn suddenly cuts herself off and whips her head in Harry’s direction, giving him a blistering glare.
 
“And what, Outsider, amuses you so?! What about our plight, our grief, makes you smile like that?!”
 
Oops. He had been grinning, hadn’t he? Sigryn shoots him a look, but knows better than to admonish him. The spirit of Shieldmaiden Iounn on the other hand, does not. Floating forward, she snarls down at him.
 
“Do you taunt me, Outsider? Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps you are-!”
 
Iounn cuts herself off a second time in so many minutes when Harry suddenly reaches up and grips the lip of her incorporeal breastplate. Or rather, it was supposed to be incorporeal. Yanking her down so that she’s face to face with him, Harry treats that incorporeality less like a fact and more like a guideline. He’s easily able to grab her, not just by her armor with the one hand, but also by her jaw with the other.
 
Humming, he turns her face this way and that, assessing the Shieldmaiden’s features and tracing his thumb across her full, spectral lips. Another red head, Harry notes with some amusement. But that’s not something he minds one bit.
 
“Would you like to see your Queen again, Shieldmaiden?”
 
Until he speaks, Iounn was in a state of shock over his ability to touch her. However, when he mentions her Queen, the spirit seems to come back to herself and tries to jerk away. Not that it does her any good. No matter how the Shieldmaiden struggles, she cannot break his grip. Harry imagines that for anyone watching, like Sigryn, it makes for a rather amusing sight to be sure. Him, half their height, easily manhandling a squirming spectre.
 
“Y-You… what are you?! You are no normal m-man!”
 
Harry chuckles. She’s right about that. There’s nothing normal about him. And yet, he doesn’t answer to her. Tightening his grip on her jaw, Harry lets a bit of his irritation flash through his emerald eyes.
 
“I asked you a question, Shieldmaiden. Do you want to see your Queen again?”
 
Iounn’s own eyes are wide now as she meekly nods. When he releases her a moment later, the spirit collapses to her knees. It’s probably the first time in her entire afterlife that the ghost has been brought to her knees by anything, let alone someone. But then, she’s probably not used to having physical contact with the living.
 
As she kneels before him, Harry pulls out the resurrection stone and turns it thrice. He could have asked Eyir to do this instead, but that would not only give away too much of his hand, it would also be more annoyance than it was worth, he imagined. Instead, he brings Ashildir to him under his own power. And not just that either. A flesh and blood Queen Ashildir appears before them.
 
Taking in her surroundings, Ashildir only needs a moment to process what’s going on. Upon seeing Harry, the Valkyra Queen immediately kneels down beside her former comrade. The juxtaposition between the two Vrykul women is quite… telling. On the one hand, you had Ashildir in the flesh, seemingly alive and well once more. On the other hand, you had Iounn, one of Ashildir’s greatest supporters in life, left as nothing but a ghostly apparation.
 
More than that however… Harry sees the way Iounn takes in the slutty armor Ashildir now wears. He sees the way the Shieldmaiden blanches at the sight of her Queen debased in such a manner. Ashildir, meanwhile, bows her head to Harry as she kneels down, awaiting her orders.
 
“… Ashildir, I entrust this one to you. Bring her up to speed for me, will you?”
 
“Of course, Master.”
 
At that, Iounn’s eyes widen in disbelief and horror.
 
“M-My Queen. No… the Bonespeakers have already gotten to you, haven’t they? This Outsider is working with them. They’ve corrupted you into this… this m-mockery of your true self!”
 
But Ashildir just laughs at that, shaking her head in amusement.
 
“No, Iounn. Our Master saved me and blessed me with the form you see before you. Now… it is your turn to be blessed.”
 
Before the ghostly Shieldmaiden can respond, Ashildir grabs her just as Harry had and pulls her in, pinning her down as she locks lips with the shocked spirit. Iounn can only convulse and shake as her body steadily takes on a solid form.
 
Harry only watches this for a moment before he gestures for Sigryn to follow him with a snap of his fingers. The future God-Queen doesn’t hesitate to obey, though she DOES glance back more than once behind them even as they make their way further into the Runewood. Eventually she’s forced to stop as they start running into Bonespeakers and cultists however, making them stand and fight.
 
As they kill their way towards the heart of the Runewood, Sigryn finds a moment of reprieve to ask what’s on her mind.
 
“What will you do with Shieldmaiden Iounn, exactly? In the ancient texts, she’s described as a mighty warrior who aided Queen Ashildir in becoming Queen of the Valkyra and even rescued her from Helya and her forces. She died saving Ashildir and the Valkyra from Helya’s clutches.”
 
Tilting his head to the side, Harry hums at that. Sigryn doesn’t know about his relationship with Helya yet either… but then, she doesn’t need to know for now. In the end, he just shakes his head and shrugs.
 
“I assume once Ashildir is done with her, Iounn will serve me just as her Queen does.”
 
For a moment, Sigryn is quiet at this. When Harry glances her way, it’s to find her positively vibrating with anger and rage. Harry stops and gives her a curious look. What exactly was the problem here?
 
“You’ve been… stringing me along for days… and some fucking SPIRIT gets to fuck you within minutes of meeting you?!”
 
… Ah. That was her problem. Harry can’t help but be amused, even as he takes down another Bonespeaker with a spell without even looking. Instead, he raises an eyebrow at Sigryn. She’s not mad because he’s desecrating her ancestors. No, his newest cock-maiden is mad because he’s desecrating her ancestors… INSTEAD of desecrating her.
 
Chuckling, Harry shakes his head.
 
“Well you’re not worthy yet, are you?”
 
“I’M WORTHY! I’M FUCKING WORTHY!”
 
Sigryn all but snarls as she cleaves through another Bonespeaker of her own. Together, they’re continuing on their way, but at the same time, it feels like they’re having a fight now. A verbal fight, to go with the actual fight they’re having with the Bonespeaker Cultists who are trying to kill the Runewood. One might argue that this really wasn’t the time for this, but Harry didn’t honestly feel in that much danger. These Vrykul Cultists were small fry at best, and their magic was incredibly weak. They couldn’t even defend themselves from Sigryn’s blade, let alone Harry’s spells.
 
“Eyir doesn’t think so. She believes you still have trials to complete.”
 
“Fuck Eyir! That bitch can sit on it and spin! YOU decide when YOU fuck me, don’t try and deny it!”
 
Harry chortles, conceding Sigryn’s point with a nod of his head.
 
“… Perhaps I consider Eyir’s opinion to be valid in this case. You need something to work towards.”
 
“What and becoming fucking God-Queen isn’t enough?!”
 
Harry smirks.
 
“No.”
 
It’s around this point that he discovers he might have pushed a little too far. And that before abandoning his family to assassins, her father might have done a little something extra. Green fire begins to leak out of Sigryn’s eyes, and all of the sudden she jumps on top of him, moving faster than he previously thought possible for her. For a moment, Harry thinks he’s actually under attack.
 
But then it becomes readily apparent what she actually wants even now as her lips lock with his and her tongue forces its way halfway down his throat. Her newfound strength and speed, combined with their difference in size, allows the red head to tear his robes off of his body and remove her own armor in record time. There’s also the fact that they’re not exactly safe here that keeps Harry from reacting immediately. He’s too busy killing the rest of the Bonespeakers in about half a mile radius around them now that Sigryn has forced his hand.
 
When he’s finally done, the red head is just about to claim his cock like the cock-maiden she is. But just before her hand can wrap around his dick and angle him up into her cunt, Harry growls… and takes control. Sigryn yelps, the green fire in her eyes immediately guttering out as he spins them both around, flipping them over and pinning Sigryn face down in the dirt.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
Immediately, he begins spanking her naked fat ass, while at the same time taking inventory of their surroundings. No more Bonespeakers are within eyesight of them now that he’s stopped holding back. So… Harry can take a moment to discipline his cock-maiden, he supposes.
 
Moaning wantonly, uncaring of who’s in control so long as she gets what she needs, Sigryn waves and shakes her ass needily in the air. But Harry doesn’t fuck her. He continues to spank her silly, until finally she’s squealing and begging for mercy.
 
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
 
“Eep! I-I’m sorry! Please forgive me!”
 
Smirking, Harry shakes his head as he grabs hold of both of her butt cheeks for a moment, digging his fingers in nice and deep into the beautiful woman’s ass.
 
“You’re sorry… daddy.”
 
“W-What?”
 
“Say it. Say ‘I’m sorry daddy’.”
 
Even when you’re disciplining a disobedient bitch like he is with Sigryn, you should always be able to turn it into a teaching lesson. And so Harry teaches Sigryn a new word. It’s obvious the red head has some massive daddy issues given who her father was and how things had turned out. The future God-Queen would need a new father figure… and it might as well be Harry.
 
For a moment, Sigryn hesitates… and so Harry brings his hands up off of her ass and then down again in a hefty double smack.
 
SMACK-SMACK!
 
“Eeeee! I’m s-sorry, daddy!”
 
Grunting, he doesn’t let up. He continues to spank her ass back and forth with one hand, while the other dives down and thrusts up into her cunt. He’s soon fisting her cunt with his entire hand, causing Sigryn to squeal and squeak, shuddering as he leaves her backside bright red in no time.
 
“Sorry! Sorry daddy! So sorry!”
 
She’s soon degenerated into begging for forgiveness and broken apologies, the word ‘daddy’ leaving her lips with increasing frequency as time goes on.
 
“N-No more daddy! Please! Mercy, d-daddy!”
 
But Harry doesn’t show her mercy. And eventually, Sigryn’s tone changes. It becomes positively… wanton the more he spanks and fists her.
 
“… M-More! Moooore daddy! Yes! Hurt me! Punish me! Make me cum f-for you!”
 
It would appear Sigryn’s independent streak does indeed have its limits and Harry has quickly found them. His cock-maiden squeals even louder, but now she’s begging him to give her MORE. In fact, Harry can tell that she’s getting closer and closer to cumming for him already. Ah, but that’s not the purpose of this punishment. That’s not what he’s aiming for with this particular bit of discipline, no sir.
 
Grinning wickedly, Harry waits until Sigryn is on the edge of orgasm, her crying and begging for release like music to his ears. Then, just before she can tip over the edge and cum, he stops. Yanking his hand free of her twat, pulling back from her ass, Harry summons the Elder Wand into his grasp and points it at Sigryn’s crotch. A chastity belt conjured by the Death Stick appears a moment later, sealing Sigryn’s horny holes.
 
And not a moment too soon either, because the instant Sigryn managed to register his hands leaving her body, her own hands had gone for her holes to finish the job and get herself off. However, there was a few moments of mental lag there, where she simply didn’t understand he’d stopped. In those moments, Harry had already cut her off.
 
Sigryn’s hands hit the metal of the chastity belt rather than her needy pussy lips or her puckered asshole. She squeaks as she tries to feel around the constricting device. His cock-maiden’s efforts amuse Harry to no end, so he lets her try in vain to free herself of the belt, watching as she sits up and looks down at herself. She’s doing her best to tear the conjured contraption off of herself, but obviously her best isn’t good enough. Not where the Elder Wand is concerned.
 
Heh, if any of the Death Stick’s previous users could see Harry now, he’s sure they would throw a conniption fit. Using the most powerful wand in existence to make an unbreakable chastity belt… had he no shame? The answer is yes. He has no shame. What he DOES have is a cock that needs sucking, and a cock-maiden who’s currently shirking her duties something fierce.
 
Stepping forward, Harry slaps his massive cock across Sigryn’s bewildered and frantic features, breaking her concentration as she tries and fails to remove her new chastity belt. Reminding her of her place and of her duties, he rubs his throbbing, drooling pecker across the future God-Queen’s face for a moment before giving her a pointed look.
 
Finally, Sigryn opens her mouth wide and begins to suckle at his cock, worshipping his dick in defeat as she looks up at him with big, sorrowful, apologetic eyes. Smirking, Harry runs his hands through Sigryn’s red locks, making sure she continues to look up at him as he lays down the law.
 
“You’ve been a bad girl, Sigryn. You’ve earned this punishment. The belt stays on until you’ve proven yourself worthy in both MY eyes and the eyes of your Goddess. If you’re disobedient, the belt will edge you but never grant you an orgasm. If you deserve a reward… well, you’ll find out right here and now if you do a good enough job.”
 
Sigryn doesn’t need to be told twice. It’s a lifeline she clearly wasn’t expecting from the way her eyes widen briefly before determination fills her gaze. A moment later and the clearing is filled with the sound of her positively choking and gagging herself on his dick.
 
“GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!”
 
Humming, Harry just watches her go at it. He had a tight grip on her hair, so he could have taken control and skull fucked her for a while, but that wasn’t the point right now. Right now, the point was to give Sigryn a chance to properly apologize for her assault on his person.
 
After a few minutes of this, Harry lets out a sigh and nods his head.
 
“Good girl. Very good girl.”
 
He makes a show of snapping his fingers, and the belt activates. The jolt it gives her holes is more than enough for Sigryn to cum screaming on Harry’s cock, triggering his own orgasm as he pulls out and paints her face white with his seed. Sigryn, meanwhile, is left practically catatonic, though her tongue does loll out of her mouth with a mind of its own to lick and slurp up what she can of his seed.
 
The rest of her is a different story however, the power of her delayed orgasm completely overwhelming her and leaving her body shaking and spasming. Humming, Harry levitates her up into the air and begins to make his way out of the Runewood. While he’d originally planned to find and speak with Vydhar on this first outing, it probably wasn’t necessary anymore. Not when he was pretty sure he’d killed every Bonespeaker Cultist in the Runewood just to have some alone time with Sigryn.
 
As he arrives back where he left Ashildir to ‘prepare’ Iounn, he’s not at all surprised by what he finds waiting for him. Probably for the best that Sigryn has tuckered herself out though, or else the poor warrior would be throwing a fit right now at the sight before them.
 
Namely, Iounn is fully constituted, no longer an incorporeal spirit but once more a proper woman thanks to Ashildir’s help. She’s also completely stripped naked, her legs spread wide by her own hands and her pussy held open by Ashildir who is currently kneeling behind her. The Valkyra Queen grins wickedly at him as he returns, barely even sparing a glance towards the insensate, levitating Sigryn.
 
“Master. I have before you my closest Lieutenant during the time when I was first alive. And… my closest friend. She is ready for you now.”
 
Harry raises an eyebrow at that and levitates Sigryn over to the side, conjuring up some rope to bind her so that she can’t go anywhere. She wouldn’t get very far if she ran off anyways, to be fair. The unbreakable chastity belt would see her slinking back to him. Still, he doesn’t want her attacking him again because of what he’s about to do.
 
After all, Sigryn might currently be involuntarily celibate due to Eyir’s decree that the future God-Queen is not yet worthy of him… but that in no way meant HARRY had to be celibate as well. Especially not when Ashildir had gone to all of this trouble to prepare Iounn for him.
 
Once Sigryn is set aside and properly contained, Harry stands there and tilts his head to the side, clasping his hands behind his back. He hadn’t bothered to put clothes back on, so he’s currently entirely naked, his cock hanging down between his legs, not yet properly hard.
 
“Well?”
 
Iounn bites her lower lip… until Ashildir flicks her exposed clit, causing a jolt to run through the newly constituted Shieldmaiden’s body and a gasp to tear its way out of her mouth.
 
“P-Please… please Master Harry, sir… please allow me to be one of your cock-maidens so that I might serve beside my Queen once more.”
 
It’s obvious Ashildir coached Iounn on what to say, though what the Valkyra Queen actually said to her in order to make Iounn come around to her way of thinking, Harry doesn’t know. Nor does he particularly care. Iounn is small fry… she’s stress relief. She’s his own personal fuck toy to tide him over so he doesn’t decide to break Sigryn in early. Keeping the future God-Queen simmering, bringing her ever so slowly to a boil… it would only work if Harry took care of his own needs on the side, so that he wouldn’t be distracted by his libido while he was properly training and teaching Sigryn.
 
With that in mind, Harry steps forward, causing both Ashildir and Iounn to perk up in anticipation. He comes to a stop at Iounn’s feet… and then keeps going. In the end, he ends up standing over the two Valkyra, his massive slab of soft meat dangling right in front of Iounn’s face as her eyes go crossed. Ashildir, staring at it with undisguised greed, growls into her fellow Valkyra’s ear.
 
“The Master presents you with a gift you fool! Do not just stare at it!”
 
“I… I…”
 
“Useless!”
 
Grabbing Iounn by her hair with one hand, the Valkyra Queen grabs hold of Harry’s soft cock with the other. Even soft, he’s absolutely massive of course. She nevertheless shoves his meat into Iounn’s open mouth, holding him steady as she forces her Lieutenant back and forth along his meat. Amused, Harry finally lets himself grow hard, but not all the way. He stops at about a half-chub and shakes his head.
 
“I doubt we’ll get any further if she herself cannot put on a good show, Ashildir.”
 
Immediately, the Queen stops her efforts, leaving Iounn to fend for herself. To her credit, the aspiring cock-maiden quickly adapts… and even starts bobbing up and down his length. Her technique is atrocious, and her efforts middling at best, but she has some spirit to her. She’s clearly got a desire to impress, though whether she wants to impress him or Ashildir, Harry can only begin to guess.
 
It doesn’t matter, in the end. He only wants one thing from Iounn. Relief. Yanking her back off of his cock after a moment, he spins her around, yanking her free of Ashildir’s grasp and slamming her face first into the dirt and mud while forcing her ass high into the air.
 
It’s not lost on Harry that Iounn is a red head, just as Sigryn is. Nor that he’s putting her in the same position Sigryn has taken to try and tempt him twice in the past day or two. Perhaps the future God-Queen’s efforts have gotten to him more than he would care to admit. But it doesn’t matter, because now? Now Harry is going to get his rocks off in another woman entirely.
 
A glance over at Sigryn shows that she’s still practically catatonic. Unfortunate that she won’t get to watch, but perhaps its for the best. This isn’t about her at the moment, it’s about him. And so Harry plants a foot in the back of Iounn’s red hair, grinds her face further into the ground, and spreads her ass cheeks nice and wide.
 
A moment later and the human man’s absolutely inhuman cock is sheathed inside of Iounn’s ass. The red head, still new to being alive once more, shrieks to high heavens, gurgling into the dirt as he fucks her ass like there’s no tomorrow. Ashildir, seeing this, crawls over to the two of them, looking up at Harry with devotion in her eyes.
 
“Shall I prepare her for what comes next, Master?”
 
“… Very well, Ashildir.”
 
Harry grunts and continues to fuck Iounn’s ass, even as Ashildir dives in and starts to eat out her former Lieutenant’s exposed, vulnerable cunt. Iounn’s squeals grow louder still despite her face being in the dirt. She shudders and quivers underneath them both as they have their way with her. Harry watches her, feeling her anus clenching down and squeezing his cock.
 
Her body, newly constituted, is trying in vain to push him out of her. It’s the ‘wrong’ hole after all, and nothing as big as his massive bitch breaking member is supposed to go inside of it. Alas, Harry is inside of her all the same, reshaping her bowels to fit his humungous cock perfectly, enjoying the way she spasms and trembles beneath him.
 
All the while, Ashildir’s efforts too bear fruit. The Valkyra Queen brings her subordinate to orgasm after squealing orgasm, preparing the way indeed for him as she leaves Iounn even more of a sopping mess than she already was. When Harry finally unloads deep inside of Iounn’s bowels, the red head is clearly already at the end of her rope. Too bad for her they’re just getting started.
 
Pulling his cock out of Iounn’s ass, Harry dangles the messy shaft right in front of Ashildir. Reaching back, he grabs hold of the Valkyra Queen by the hair and drags his dick across her face until she tilts her head back and begins to suck him upside down. It’s quite the experience as the devoted woman cleans off her Master’s member with her lips and tongue, working all the way to the base as his cock descends past her lips, past her throat, and all the way past her esophagus and into her gullet.
 
Ashildir takes it like a champ of course, with none of the difficulty that Sigryn still has. Finally, Harry deems his length clean and pulls it back up with a grunt. His member, growing hard once more in record time, is ready for more action.
 
His pet Queen is quick to scramble out of Harry’s way as he steps off of the back of Iounn’s head and comes down behind her upturned ass. Standing up straight with her face down and ass up, Harry finds himself perfectly positioned to press the tip of his massive, bulbous cock up against Iounn’s gushing, slippery wet cunt.
 
Grabbing her by her wide hips, he thrusts into the Valkyra from behind, before beginning to pump almost immediately. Iounn responds by tossing her head back as she groans. Her slippery inner walls attempt to cling to him and push him out in equal measure, but neither actually works. In the end, only Harry gets to set the pace. He decides how fast he’s going, pumping in and out of Iounn’s cunt hard and fast.
 
Moving behind him, Ashildir wraps her arms around his chest and presses her own naked chest into his back.
 
“How is she, Master? Is she good? Do you enjoy her?”
 
Harry gives the question some consideration, rather than immediately answering off the cuff. After a moment of humming, he shrugs.
 
“She’s passable.”
 
Ashildir seems to take this as a condemnation. Heh, so does Iounn, though the Valkyra doesn’t say anything. Instead, at hearing him call her ‘passable’, Iounn tries to start moving more, thrusting her hips back into his cock as he pistons in and out of her clenching twat. She’s trying to give him a good time… how cute. In the end though, it’s obvious that Iounn spent most of her time in life fighting rather than fucking. Which is more than fair, but still… the red head’s lack of technique is blisteringly obvious.
 
“What can she do to improve, Master? What do I need to do to make her better?”
 
Ashildir’s fervent, nigh-reverent need to make him happy makes Harry grunt as he continues to fuck Iounn from behind. After a moment without responding, he reaches out and grabs hold of the Shieldmaiden’s red locks, yanking her head back even further than it already is. As he forces Iounn’s spine to arch, he reaches around with his other and gives one of the Valkyra’s massive breasts a nice, experimental squeeze.
 
“She’ll need lots and lots of practice with her sisters, I suppose. You’ll take her back with you when you return.”
 
“Yes Master… of course, Master.”
 
Harry just grunts, having said his piece. He continues fucking Iounn, plowing her silly through orgasm after orgasm as he uses her as a vehicle for his sexual gratification. With this, he would be able to continue training Sigryn for a while yet. But also… hm, he was growing more used to using the Deathly Hallows, wasn’t he?
 
But then, he was the Master of Death. Back in his old world, that had been an incredibly vague title. He’d never truly understood what it meant. However, with each step he took in this new world, with every move he made to consolidate power and take the fight to the Burning Legion, Harry felt like he was gaining a new understanding of what was expected of him.
 
His presence on Azeroth as the Master of Death would have far ranging effects, of that Harry had no doubt. But that was for the future. For now, he uses Iounn like the stress relief she is. He fucks the woman hard and fast until he’s done with her, creampieing her twat just as he creampied her ass.
 
When he pulls back, Ashildir gives him room to do so, watching him with an imploring gaze that Harry initially misinterprets. Looking down at Iounn as she looks back over her shoulder at him, the wizard grunts.
 
“For now, you may consider yourself a… probationary cock-maiden. Contingent on you completing your… heh, training at Ashildir and the others’ hands.”
 
Iounn’s eyes light up and she smiles a relieved smile at that.
 
“Thank you… Master. I promise, I won’t fail you.”
 
Harry’s own eyes flash and he snorts in amusement.
 
“See that you don’t.”
 
“… Master…”
 
Glancing back at Ashildir, Harry blinks and finally realizes that he did in fact misinterpret her imploring gaze. She wasn’t begging for him to recognize Iounn’s status with those big puppy dog eyes of hers. No, she was asking for permission to… Harry lets out a laugh and waves his hand.
 
“Go ahead, Ashildir. You whorish slut.”
 
The Valkyra Queen doesn’t so much as blush at the crass title. Iounn does gasp a little, but she doesn’t get a chance to defend her Queen’s honor… nor does she want to even a moment later when Ashildir positively attacks her Lieutenant’s lower holes. Grabbing Iounn by the ass cheeks, Ashildir digs her tongue into first her ass and then her cunt, diving back and forth between the two eagerly.
 
Harry smirks as the Valkyra slowly fade from view, returning back from whence he’d summoned Ashildir in the first place. Returning to Eyir, no doubt. Amused to no end, Harry shakes his head before squaring his shoulders and letting out a sigh.
 
Time to get back to work.

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