Sigryn isn’t sure how to categorize what she’s feeling as she stomps through Skold-Ashil, making her way into the Vault of Eyir once more. No one stops her, of course. No one dares to gainsay her. She is all but ascendant, very nearly the God-Queen in Truth. Only one last obstacle stands in her way, her own father. Sigryn supposes she should feel happy about this. She’s been met with success after success since meeting Harry. And yet…
 
Runeseer Faljar and Jarl Velbrand fell to her blade, one after the other. Their forces, those that did not fight to the end or flee like the cowards they were, recognized Sigryn’s claim to the throne. Even though her father was still alive, he had given up all right to become God-King of the Tideskorn when he’d turned to the Legion and to the taint of Fell. He and his Felskorn were NOT actually Tideskorn.
 
Those who had yet to accept the Fel had a chance to escape their fates… a chance represented within Sigryn. So of course, they’d taken it. Even as she cut out the pillars of support from under her father, Sigryn strengthened her own claim to the title of God Queen. Even as she killed the Runeseer and Jarl, removing her father’s lieutenants from the picture, she’d picked up more and more forces.
 
At this point, there were as many Tideskorn camped out around Skold-Ashil as there were Valkyra. Her forces were swelling by the day as every single Vrykul in Stormheim that did not want to submit to the Fel instead turned to her as the alternative… and in their eyes, better option.
 
… However, in death, Jarl Velbrand had made a claim that had ultimately stopped Sigryn in her tracks. The man had told her that she was not the last of Skovald’s children after all. That she was not the last living member of her family save for the father lost to her thanks to Fel Corruption. Obviously, Sigryn had been immediately caught up in hunting down her brother. She hadn’t even known Torvald still lived! Why hadn’t he come to her? Why hadn’t he looked for her?
 
That was where Sigryn and Harry had parted ways. She had beseeched him for the chance to go this next part of her journey alone, knowing that she needed to deal with this on her own. Harry, thankfully, had agreed. Family was… different, he’d told her. Beyond giving her the order to ‘stay safe’. He had simply tapped her on the forehead, a strange feeling washing over her, and told her to be on her way.
 
Sigryn hadn’t understood what Harry did until she was face to face with her brother. She wasn’t sure what she expected from the confrontation with Torvald. Maybe she’d hoped he would feel the same way as she did about their father. After all, it was Skovald’s fault that the assassins had come for them. And it was Skovald’s fault that their people were suffering greatly even now. The Legion… it was a pox on this world, and Sigryn refused to believe otherwise.
 
… Unfortunately, her brother had not agreed. Torvald, it turned out, was just as Fel Corrupted as Skovald. He might not have been at their father’s side, but that was only because the Fel had whispered to him that he would be needed later. Whether Skovald succeeded or failed, Torvald was going to step in afterwards to take his father’s place.
 
Sigryn had read between the lines. The Legion was afraid that her father would be too powerful if he succeeded in his efforts. So powerful even that he might shake the leash his Legion Masters had on him and become a force in his own right. Torvald was their contingency plan. Not that her brother saw that. Nor would he listen to reason when she’d tried to explain it to him. He was nothing but the Legion’s pawn, damn it! Just like their father!
 
Worse still… Torvald thought her a pawn of the Legion too. He told her the truth, that Skovald had fed them all Fel. That she was as tainted as he was, though he of course did not call it ‘taint’.
 
In the end, things had inevitably come to blows, which was where Harry’s forehead tap came into play. When Torvald had attempted to strike her down, when he’d tried to kill his own kin to remove her as a challenger for the throne he thought he was entitled to, Sigryn had been just as amazed as her brother that his blows hit a shimmering shield made of Harry’s magic and could go no further than that.
 
He could not kill her at first, no matter how hard he tried. Given her invincibility, Sigryn had not initially fought back. She had tried to reason with Torvald, tried to convince him that this wasn’t the way, that he needed to back down. But… it was no use. And then… and then the shield had started to fail. Harry’s magic, especially at such a far distance removed from its caster, was not permanent it would seem.
 
But by that point, Torvald had already wasted his strength. He was still dangerous, but in the end Sigryn was able to put him down without serious injury. She had found out her brother survived the assassins sent to slay their family, only to have to kill him herself. It was… difficult to say the least.
 
However, it was made even more difficult by Torvald’s final words to her, as he lay dying in her arms. His eyes glimmering with a tell-tale green glow, he had laughed at her.
 
“You… you think your masters so superior to mine… perhaps you should ask them who sent the assassins for us that night. Maybe then… you will see…”
 
Torvald had clearly thought she was serving Odyn still. He had no way of knowing that Eyir had been subverted by Harry, nor that Sigryn herself had submitted to Harry in… almost every way possible. Even still, his words stuck with her. Those assassins… obviously, her father’s enemies had sent them. And yet, Torvald acted as though it was some big ‘gotcha’ moment. What could he know that she didn’t?
 
All along her way back to Skold-Ashil, Sigryn had been lost in thought. Now that she was finally here though? She stomps into the Vault of Eyir, making her way directly to the Val’kyr Goddess’ main chamber. The place has of course been turned into a sex dungeon and is filled to the brim with other cock-maidens.
 
As for Eyir herself… she’s sat upon a throne. Not her own throne, but Harry’s throne. He’s also sat upon it, with Eyir in his lap, the golden Val’kyr bouncing up and down on her Master’s cock and moaning wantonly.
 
Striding forward, Sigryn calls out.
 
“Eyir! I would have words with you!”
 
Looking down at her, the glowing golden Goddess just moans some more, touching herself openly and brazenly. Sigryn can’t help but feel aroused, but more because she can see Harry’s magnificent fat cock as Eyir rides it up and down, her legs spread nice and wide.
 
“Ahh… you return successful. However, my Master tells me you took an… mm, detour~”
 
Eyir’s tone is knowing, and Sigryn bristles a little bit. She’s still angry at the Val’kyr. Keeping her from fully enjoying Harry’s body. She wants to be with him, damn it! Is she not a cock-maiden? Is she not entitled to such a thing? But no… no, she needs to focus on the matter at hand.
 
“Yes. My brother is dead at my hands… though truly he died long ago, for he was corrupted by the Fel. Fel that my father fed him… and me.”
 
A small note of vulnerability fills Sigryn’s voice at that and she can’t help but glance down at her hands, as if expecting them to shine with veins of glowing green at any moment. That, of course, does not happen.
 
“Yessss… the God-King Skovald’s sins are numerous and varied. He has much to answer for, both to his people… and to his family. Do not fret Sigryn. Your faith is stronger now. The Fel cannot take you, not without you giving into it. And you are much too strong for that.”
 
Sigryn can’t help but be surprised at how… supportive Eyir sounds. Especially given their incredibly caustic relationship. Then again, they both want the same thing… to serve Harry, to worship his massive fucking cock. In that regard, she supposes Eyir’s support makes sense. The golden Val’kyr is talking about how Sigryn’s devotion to Harry will overcome the Fel Taint within her, after all.
 
Even still… Sigryn’s hands drop back to her sides and clench into fists.
 
“Before he died, Torvald said something. Something I would have an answer to. Who… who sent the assassins that killed my family? Who ordered their deaths?”
 
Eyir would have to know. She was the Goddess of the Val’kyr after all. She would know exactly which of Skovald’s enemies had done the deed. And if they weren’t dead already, Sigryn would go find them and put them down. Simple as that.
 
“A-Ah, of course…”
 
The golden Val’kyr trails off for a moment, groaning as she continues bouncing up and down on Harry’s cock. But just as Sigryn begins to bristle and opens her mouth to demand an answer, Eyir overrides her, speaking.
 
“It was Odyn, dear child.”
 
Sigryn’s eyes widen at that, the air expelled from her lungs in a rush. It’s like she just took a punch to the fucking gut.
 
“W-What? You…”
 
Giving her an almost pitying smile, Eyir fondles her own breasts, the Goddess still deep in her lust. But then to be fair, it’s Harry. Even as important and mind-blowing as this conversation is, she can’t help but continue to glance down at his cock and balls, throbbing and churning as they must be inside of Eyir.
 
“Yes… Odyn was afraid. He feared that even once Skovald was defeated, you and your family would find a way to offer the Tideskorn into the hands of the Legion. He called it a preemptive action and decreed that not just Skovald, but his entire lineage needed to be ended in blood.”
 
Sigryn’s eyes are wide as she takes this in. Her breathing comes out in harsh, heavy pants. She’d thought… but no… it was…
 
“This is why Odyn was never truly worthy of our worship, Sigryn. Unlike our new Master~”
 
Eyir punctuates that sentence with another wanton moan, wiggling upon Harry’s lap. And yet, Sigryn cannot let it go. She cannot… cannot just drop her anger.
 
“And yet you know, you bitch! You know what Odyn had decreed! Did you even send the assassins on his orders, damn it?!”
 
Eyir just scoffs.
 
“I knew… but I played no part in the deaths of your family, Sigryn. The assassins were… not mine.”
 
She believes her. And yet… she’s still so angry.
 
“GRAAAAH! My brother was right! The Titan Watchers truly are no better than the Legion!”
 
She feels it then. The Fel rising up within her. Blanketing her with its suffocating presence, she hears promises whispered into her ear of power. If she just gives in. If she just surrenders control, if she just-
 
Her entire body suddenly spasms, as the chastity belt that she’s wearing goes off and zaps her. The future God-Queen of the Tideskorn lets out a particularly undignified squeak as she drops to her knees, clutching her crotch. Her eyes damn near roll back in her head, even as the device excises some of the latent Fel within her on the spot. The whispers hiss and draw back, pushed away for the time being. But not forever, Sigryn knows in her heart of hearts. It’s still there… lurking.
 
“Sigryn… you have done, oooh, well~”
 
Flinching, she looks back up to see Eyir looking down at her, a gracious smile on the Val’kyr’s face.
 
“It is time for you to join the cock-maidens properly… that is, if you still want to.”
 
Eyir’s teasing tone makes it abundantly clear what she thinks of the likelihood that Sigryn will no longer want to be fucked by Harry. Even still, as Sigryn looks at the vast host of squirming Val’kyr and Valkyra women, she knows that the perfect revenge is already right in front of her. She doesn’t need to give into the Fel entirely in order to have her revenge on Odyn and the Titan Watchers.
 
Slowly, the would-be God-Queen rises to her feet. It’s a heady feeling, knowing she’s finally earned what’s about to happen. In a way, it’s almost overwhelming. Very nearly enough to see her frozen in place, even. But Sigryn has never been one to freeze. Not in combat, nor in a situation like this. Instead, she does what she must and puts one foot in front of the other.
 
As she moves forward, her grandmother and Ashildir move to meet her. They do not stop her, but instead walk beside her, their hands carefully peeling her armor and leathers off of her piece by piece. As they do so, Sigryn does not look at them. She has eyes for nothing and no one save for Harry himself. It’s all too unfortunate that Eyir is mostly in the way, but Sigryn just stares at Harry’s cock and balls, enjoying the sight of his throbbing nut sack, coated in Eyir’s golden juices, and what little she can see if his impressively large bitch breaker as it disappears up into the golden Val’kyr again and again.
 
By the time she reaches the foot of the stairs that would lead up to Harry’s throne, Bretta and Ashildir have finished stripping Sigryn naked. Dressed in nothing but her chastity belt, Sigryn, Daughter of God-King Skovald and aspiring cock-maiden for Harry Potter… drops to her knees. Prostrating herself before Harry upon his throne, she presses her forehead into the ground. However, when she speaks… she does so clearly and concisely, her voice somehow filling the Vault despite her proximity to the floor.
 
“The Legion… the Legion would have us become monsters! They would use us to destroy the world, and turn us into slaves to their power! I will not have it! I refute my father’s path! I disown Skovald! He is no longer my blood! He is no longer my father!”
 
A hush falls over the Vault as all present listen to her speak. Sigryn isn’t done though of course. Far from it.
 
“But neither do the Titan Watchers deserve our loyalty! They have toyed with our lives and betrayed us at every turn! Odyn is a fool who punishes others for things outside of their control, while escaping the consequences of his mistakes time and time again! I renounce the Titan Watchers! I renounce Odyn, God of Cowardice and Foolishness!”
 
There’s a smattering of cheers at that, but just as quickly as it starts, it dies down again. Sisters silence one another, the vast majority of the Valkyra and Val’kyr filling the Vault recognizing that Sigryn is just getting started. Finally, she lifts her head, her eyes falling upon Harry on his throne, filled with reverence and devotion.
 
“I pledge myself to you, Harry Potter! The one true Master of Eyir! The only God who has truly helped our people in an eternity! I pledge my body to your big fat cock! I pledge my holes to your seed! I am your cock-maiden, now and forevermore! My people will follow me into battle… and my fellow women will follow me into your bed!”
 
Voice lifting even higher in volume, filled with a frantic and altogether feverish and manic desire.
 
“My life and body are yours… as are the lives and bodies of my people, Master! Use us to accomplish your goals! Use us to fulfill your own satisfaction! We are yours now… better to be slaves to Master Harry than slaves to the Legion or the Titans! I submit! My people submit! Please… do with us as you will!”
 
The profane, filthy oath fills the Vault… and is answered by everyone within it. The cock-maidens and Val’kyr, all writhing and squirming around her, all moan in unison and orgasm explosively at Sigryn’s oath. It is everything they want to hear. She’s certainly preaching to the choir on this one. The Tideskorn camping outside of Skold-Ashil might not agree with Sigryn’s debasing and depravity… especially the men. But what they don’t know can’t hurt them.
 
To the Tideskorn, Sigryn will be their God-Queen. Untouchable. Stalwart. Resolute. But to the Valkyra, the Val’kyr, and their God in mortal flesh Harry Potter… Sigryn shall be his Cock-Queen. His fuck toy. His pet.
 
As the host of writhing and squirming women all cum, Eyir also tips over the edge. The golden Goddess squirts explosively, triggering Harry’s own release and a baptism for Sigryn herself. As their combined juices flow out of them, they explode down the stairs, arriving upon where Sigryn is knelt. Her head tilted back, she moans happily, accepting the shared release for what it is. This is the moment in which she becomes Harry’s woman. It all feels so… right.
 
Once Eyir is finally finished cumming her brains out, Harry pulls the Goddess of the Val’kyr off of his cock and grunts, setting her aside. A fresh hush falls over the Vault as their Master stands from his throne at long last. No one dares to even breathe as Harry descends down the steps, his emerald eyes focused solely on Sigryn.
 
She doesn’t breathe either. She doesn’t dare move a single muscle. Well, save for her eyes. Her eyes are on Harry’s cock, watching his impressively sized schlong bouncing with every step he takes down the stairs leading up to his dais. His cock swings back and forth, and her tongue slips out to lick her lips unconsciously.
 
Finally, he stands before her. Despite being shorter than her, her position, that of half-prostrating herself before him, is perfect. She’s directly eye level with his cock, and as he grabs hold of her red locks, Sigryn knows what’s going to happen even before it does.
 
“You might have convinced Eyir… but there’s still one final test you have to pass, isn’t there my newest cock-maiden?”
 
Sigryn shudders as Harry… no, as her Master’s fingers run through her hair. Her eyes flutter as he massages her scalp with his digits.
 
“Yesss… please, Master. Allow me to prove myself worthy of being called your Cock-Queen.”
 
His eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise at the moniker, but then he grins wickedly, chuckling as he levels his twitching, throbbing, messy cockhead with her mouth.
 
“Very well then. Consider this your chance to do exactly that.”
 
It’s as he said. She might have received Eyir’s blessing, but there was one thing that Harry had noted she couldn’t do, the last time they were together. One thing Sigryn had been working on religiously for weeks. She had never managed to take Harry’s humungous dong all the way to its base. She had never fully throat-gobbled the entirety of his fat fucking cock.
 
Today was the day she would clear that hurdle. Today was the day Sigryn of the Tideskorn would prove to both herself and her Master that she could do it… that she could take every last inch of his dick down her cock-hungry gullet.
 
And so as he lines up with her mouth, Sigryn opens as wide as possible. She stretches her jaw and lolls out her tongue, offering him a proper path into her maw. Harry takes her up on the silent offer and slides right in.
 
At first, there is no difficulty. Sigryn has learned how to handle a sizable cock with her throat. The trick is to continuously swallow as the dick slides down your esophagus. This suppresses your gag reflex, allowing you to deep-throat a man’s member without issue.
 
Though Sigryn has never had a chance to do so, she knows in her heart of hearts that she could easily use this technique to deep-throat any other man’s cock without a single problem. However, Harry… Harry is different. He’s special. He’s worthy of being her Master, of being her people’s God.
 
Her continuous swallowing technique gets her about halfway down his impressive bitch breaker. He’s pushed several inches into her throat, and finally it gets to the point where… well, breathing is becoming an issue. Try swallowing and breathing at the same time. It’s not easy. It’s not exactly… intuitive.
 
“Glughk!”
 
It starts off slow. A single choke here before she gets herself back under control and tries her hardest to go further. However, from this moment on… she’s going to struggle. They’re past the easy part now. They’re past the part that she feels she’s mastered. Everything else… she’s experienced it, but she’s not mastered it. Not yet.
 
“Glughk! Hulghk!”
 
She wishes she could say she maintained her composure, even in this moment. But it was hard. Her hands claw at the ground beneath her. She forces herself to take more and more of Harry’s humungous slab of man-meat down her throat, but she’s in turn forced to pull back time and time again.
 
“Gagkh! Glughk! Hulghk!”
 
She’s not going to manage it in one fell swoop, unfortunately. Realizing that, Sigryn closes her already watery eyes and focuses on finding a proper pace. Even as her choking and gagging upon her Master’s cock grows louder and louder, she seeks out a rhythm and sticks to it. Better not to fight it. Better to just… endure.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
The young red head is well aware of all of the eyes on her at this moment. Not just Eyir, but a full host of women are watching her. If she fails here and now, she might lose her opportunity to finally be fucked by Harry altogether. Eyir might have given her the go-ahead… but Harry was the one with the final say. If Sigryn can’t take him all the way to the base, then is she truly worthy of being his Cock-Queen?
 
Frankly… she doesn’t think so. And that is all Sigryn needs to fill herself with raw determination. Her resolve firms up, and her spirit awakens. She growls around Harry’s cock-meat, a sound that comes out garbled and gurgling as she glares at his dick as though it is her opponent and she WILL conquer it. Of course, that’s not quite what happens… but it’s what she needs to keep going.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
Inch after inch, Sigryn takes down her esophagus. Inch after inch of his cock is swallowed as she chokes on his massive slab of meat. But it’s all ground that’s been tread before. She’s been here on her knees in this position more times than she can count, certainly not when she’s as cock drunk as she is right now. This is difficult, but it is not the impossible part. That bit… that bit is still ahead of her. Literally and figuratively.
 
Every inch she takes, every move she makes, Sigryn can see that final couple of inches of cock staring back at her down near the base of her Master’s member. They’re mocking her. Telling her that they know she’ll fail… again. Gurgling, spit and saliva and drool all bubbling from the sides of her painfully stretched mouth, Sigryn doesn’t give up. This… this isn’t the kind of place or time where she CAN give up.
 
Dive bombing Harry’s cock again and again, she forces herself another inch down his length with every pass. She drives herself to take more of his shaft into her poor, abused throat with every thrust.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Until finally… she’s there. Staring the final stretch of the journey in the eye. Her final mountain to be overcome. Distantly, vaguely, Sigryn is aware of what sounds like cheering. Her fellow cock-maidens, spurring her on and trying to motivate her to keep going. They don’t realize that she has all the motivation she needs right in front of her. Still… it’s nice. To be among her people again. To be among people who don’t want to give into the Fel, but also don’t want to just submit to the Titan Watchers and their horrendous abuses.
 
She has to succeed. For herself. For her Master. For her people.
 
With one final gurgling thrust, Sigryn impales herself to the base on Harry’s cock. She buries his entire majestic member down her throat, filling her gullet with his humungous bitch breaker of a schlong. His cockhead feels like it’s tickling her stomach itself like this, but also Sigryn can think is that she’s done it. Her eyes flutter and she chokes mightily… but she’s done it.
 
No sooner has this thought hit her, then Harry’s hands grip down all the harder on her head. Her Master holds her in place, keeping her at the base of his dick as he calls out to the rest of the Valkyra and Val’kyr assembled in the Vault of Eyir.
 
“Look! Look upon your claimant! Look at how far she’s willing to go to prove herself to me, for all of you! This is your Queen! This is your ruler! From this moment on, know that Sigryn of the Tideskorn is your Cock-Queen!”
 
The cheering becomes an outright deafening roar of noise, but Sigryn barely hears it over the roaring of her own blood rushing to her head. Her face is quickly going purple as the lack of oxygen threatens to knock her unconscious. But thankfully, Harry is merciful. He holds her in place for only a moment more before yanking his member back… and baptizing her a second time, covering her in a load of pure, hot, sticky cum this time around.
 
His seed coats her from head to toe, and Sigryn shudders in orgasmic ecstasy. That ecstasy only grows however, when she feels it. A sudden click. Her eyes widen, as the chastity belt around her crotch, the only thing she’s still ‘wearing’… abruptly snaps open and falls away from her body. Fully nude, completely exposed… and at long last released, Sigryn can’t help but moan as she cums on the spot and cums HARD.
 
Shivering and quivering her way through the explosive climax, the newly minted Cock-Queen of the Tideskorn looks up through teary eyes and cum-coated features to gaze upon her Master and God. Harry in turn just smiles down at her, his cock still twitching and throbbing. Of course he’s still ready. Of course he’s going to fuck her now. Sigryn… Sigryn wouldn’t have it any other way.
 
Although, there’s a brief pause as she realizes… he’s offering her the choice of how he’ll fuck her. He’s silently waiting for her to present herself to him however she wants. It only takes a second for Sigryn to come to a decision, in the end. Though she might have enjoyed something more personal and private, that ship has already sailed. This right here is the most public way she could possibly lose her virginity, save for Harry dragging her out to the walls of Skold-Ashil and pounding into her in front of all of the Tideskorn Vrykul camped outside of the town as well.
 
Regardless, she knows what her people need to see. The Valkyra and Val’kyr who fill the Vault… she knows what they want to watch. And so, turning around, Sigryn presents herself to him in a reverse-prostration. Messy face and tits down on the ground, she lifts her hips and ass high into the air. The Cock-Queen reaches back and spreads her ass cheeks and thighs apart, exposing both of her holes. Thanks to the chastity belt, she’s quite wet. Sopping even. Meanwhile, her asshole is breathing in and out, more than ready for Harry as well.
 
“Claim me, Master! And all of you… w-watch as I am taken by the only man worthy of us! By our God!”
 
Harry chuckles, even as the rest of the women in the Vault all cheer. Stepping forward, he leans down, grabs her by her hips… and slides his cock along her ass crack and her taint, applying his messy dick tip to her entire underside. His member slips back and forth along her asshole, her taint, and her cunt in equal measure, teasing her as Sigryn moans wantonly.
 
Part of her wants to cry out to him, to demand he stop teasing her and fuck her already. Hasn’t she waited long enough? Hasn’t she suffered and toiled long enough? But no… no, she doesn’t say that. She just waits, because in the face of the weeks she’s been forced to wear that chastity belt, what’s a few more moments?
 
It would seem this is one last test, because after a moment Harry lets out a noise of approval… and slams home into her virgin cunt at long last. The Cock-Queen of the Tideskorn squeals as her pussy is taken for the first time by a man. But not just any man, of course… her Master. Her God. Harry James Potter’s cock fills Sigryn to the brim and then some, stretching her nice and wide.
 
Her sopping wetness is her only saving grace in this instant. Her pussy is virginal otherwise, and too damn tight for Harry. He barely gets a few inches in on his first thrust, before her incredibly tight walls clench down around his cock. For a few moments, Sigryn fears that it’ll be like her throat training all over again. What if he can’t fuck her properly for WEEKS?! Will she be worthy of being his Cock-Queen if that’s the case?!
 
But she need not have worried. Harry is in charge here… and nothing is going to hold him back. No sooner as Sigryn begun to fret before he pulls back… and drives himself into her a second time. He damn near doubles the amount of length he has inside of her in just that second thrust, drawing a sow-like squeal from Sigryn’s lips as her eyes roll back in her head for all to see.
 
Not that a stupid expression on her face could change their opinion of her. She’s already drenched in their Master’s cum after all. They know their Cock-Queen to be a pious, reverent woman, that’s for sure.
 
Harry’s third thrust goes even deeper. His fourth? All the way. He hits her cervix on that fourth thrust, but just keeps going. His cock punches directly into her womb itself, and he fills and fills her with his dick as Sigryn shudders in ecstasy. It’s everything she ever wanted and more. Truth be told, it’s beyond her wildest expectations, her fondest fantasies. He’s so much better than Sigryn’s own imagination was capable of conjuring.
 
Squealing drunkenly, quivering in arousal and pleasure, Sigryn cums again and again upon her Master’s cock. All the while, the rest of the Vault of Eyir’s occupants can only watch. Or at least, that’s what she assumes at first. As she kneels there before him, reverse prostrating herself with her face pressed into the floor, Sigryn becomes aware of two other women who have approached.
 
Bretta and Ashildir moan wantonly as they sidle up next to Harry, kneeling down to be on his level and pressing their busts into his sides. Chuckling softly, Harry reaches up and begins to fondle their tits, hugging them close.
 
Her predecessors mewl like the slutty little whores they are. Not that Sigryn is any better as she’s claimed before all of her fellow cock-maidens and coronated and crowned as their Cock-Queen. Part of her wants to be outraged at her grandmother and Ashildir for daring to interfere… but no. Maybe if they were truly distracting Harry, but the truth is, he can multitask. He’s proving as much with every mind-blowing, mind-breaking thrust he makes into her cunt.
 
He reshapes her pussy into something more fitting for a cock of his size. He pounds her cunt into the proper shape for a man of his… stature. Sigryn is left wondering if her sex will ever be the same again. Certainly, she’s been ruined for all other men, Vrykul or human. But then again… Harry has in turn ruined all other men for her as well. How could she ever fuck another male besides her God and Master, when she knows he’s just so much better than them? In the end… the answer is simple. She couldn’t. She won’t.
 
He cums inside of her without warning, and Sigryn’s eyes fully roll back in her head as she temporarily whites out, experiencing an explosive orgasm from the seeding. His hit, white jizz fills and fills her to the point that her womb is stuffed to the brim and then some. Her belly is even distended, bloated from how much jizz she has stuffed in her.
 
And yet… and yet, Harry is not done. Her Master is in fact just getting started. Sigryn has picked the perfect position for her ‘coronation’. Face down, ass up… she’s offered him access to BOTH of her lower holes, virginal as they are. With her pussy reshaped and gaped by his massive bitch breaker of a cock, is it no surprise what comes next?
 
Harry pulls out of her with a grunt, but says nothing. Instead, he lets his actions do the talking for him as he proceeds to spread her ass cheeks apart with his own hands… and slam his cock into her back door with no warning. Sigryn squeals even louder than when he took her virginity, as he claims her anus for his own. Her poor back door is not as prepared for the intruder as her cunt was. Despite never having been with a man before today, Sigryn had still been left to steep and stew in her own arousal for WEEKS on end.
 
However, where her pussy had been primed and ready to be resolutely FUCKED, her ass was not quite in the same state. At first, it’s quite painful having Harry’s cock buried in her ass. She cries out in pain and agony as he drills deep into her buttocks. But then a feeling of warmth and refreshment flows over her as she’s healed by her predecessors’ hands.
 
Of course, a moment later and Harry pulls out only to do it again. He slams home into her ass, fills her bowels with his man meat, and spreads her cheeks apart far faster than they’re meant to be spread. He splits her open and the pain comes again… only to once more be healed by Bretta and Ashildir’s holy magics.
 
However, what’s truly important is the timing on this healing. They only heal her… while Harry is buried inside of her. As a result, her asshole is repairing itself while wrapped AROUND Harry’s massive cock. This in turn lets him push deeper into her with every thrust, even as Sigryn cries out at the feeling of being torn open time and time again.
 
It is, in and of itself, a third baptism. The previous two baptisms were of liquid… this one is of fire. A fire burning in her asshole, a pain that slowly but surely dissipates over time. It hurts, anal sex. But then, not everything about serving Harry as her Lord and Master has been pain free, has it? In a way, that’s what anal sex is. Pain… but a good kind of pain. And the more he fucks her, the more the pain goes away thanks to the help of her predecessors.
 
Slowly but surely, Sigryn’s anus comes to accept Harry’s cock as an acceptable addition to its space. Slowly but surely, she’s stretched wide after repeated pistoning thrusts into her back door. Her asshole is reshaped and gaped much like her pussy, but also in a far different way as Harry fucks and fucks her for all to see.
 
It feels good in the end. It feels right. This is what true submission is. Not just forever pleasure, but some pain mixed in as well. It’s not about her own enjoyment, but more about the pleasure of her Master above all else. She serves Harry first and foremost, he does not serve her. However… even if there is some pain, Sigryn knows she can trust Harry over all other would-be Masters. The Legion… Odyn… neither of them cared about her in the way Harry cared about her. Neither of them would have bothered healing her while reaming her asshole like there was no tomorrow.
 
This is where she belongs. This is who she belongs TOO. And for that… Sigryn smiles. Tears streak down her cheeks through the cum covering her face, involuntary in nature but also joyful. The Cock-Queen of the Tideskorn smiles a wide, happy smile through the seed coating her features, and lets out a joyous cry of pleasure as she experiences her first anal orgasm upon Harry’s cock.
 
Her asshole flexes and clenches around his dick as she squirts some of his previous load out onto the ground between her kneeling legs. Sigryn moans throatily, as her tight back door, not so tight anymore but still stretched taut by Harry’s impressive size, milks him for all he’s worth. Finally, he cums inside of her. Finally, he fills her with his seed.
 
Sigryn quivers beneath him at this, whiting out again for a moment before coming back to herself. However, by the time she’s come back to herself, Harry has already pulled out of her and turned to Ashildir, forcing her predecessor to her knees and using her mouth to clean off his cock.
 
The new Cock-Queen doesn’t mind this. She’s too tired to keep going right this moment. In the end… sharing will be the way to handle their Master’s needs. All of the Valkyra and the Val’kyr will have to come together to satisfy him. In the end, she will need to work on strategizing a way to best utilize her forces to keep hm happy. It’s a challenge Sigryn is all too happy to take up.
 
As the hours go by, Harry fucks them all. One by one, he plows them all silly. Sigryn even leaps into things a couple more times herself. However, mostly she plays the role of Cock-Queen properly, leveraging her forces in a bid to finally satisfy their Master. For the longest time, she’s not entirely sure it’s even actually possible.
 
Really, Harry’s stamina and endurance is… insane. He’s positively bursting with energy and power, and cock-maiden after cock-maiden falls before his magnificent bitch breaker. Meanwhile, the Val’kyr under the command of Eyir don’t fare all that much better. Harry fucks them silly, each and every one, grasping at their wings and taking them to pound town until their tongues are lolled out and their bodies are covered in his jizz.
 
It's a glorious sight to be sure… but luckily, fortunately… Harry does eventually reach his limits. Sigryn and her cock-maidens finally manage to wear their Master out, leaving him exhausted enough to finally sleep for the first time that Sigryn has ever seen him. Watching him pass out upon Eyir’s bosom even as the golden Val’kyr moans and mumbles an incoherent unintelligible mess beneath him… Sigryn nods. Then, she turns to the others who are still conscious.
 
A flicker of green passes through Sigryn’s eyes, though no one notices it. Not even herself as she begins to put back on her armor.
 
“Queen Sigryn? Do we go to face your father now?”
 
Scoffing, Sigryn shakes her red mane, coated in Harry’s cum.
 
“My father can wait. Odyn… Odyn is who we must defeat if our Master is to be ascendant. We shall take our forces here in and around Skold-Ashil and we shall attack the Halls of Valor directly! It is long past time its denizens recognize that there is NOTHING valorous about those Halls or their Master!”
 
The cock-maidens around her all look at each other a little uncertainty. Hmph, cowards one and all. But Sigryn still needs them for now…
 
“The first cock-maiden to breach the walls of the Halls of Valor can expect a cum bath reward from our Master when we return to him victorious!”
 
THAT gets all of them eager and up and arms! Cheering, they quickly clean up and put on their own armor. Sigryn, meanwhile, only cleans up enough to hide her true nature from the majority of her Tideskorn forces camped outside of Skold-Ashil. To them, she must be their indomitable God-Queen. Only with her Valkyra and the Val’kyr and her Master can she be the Cock-Queen of Harry’s cock-maidens.
 
Even still, she makes sure to wear the rest of his cum under her armor, and still has quite a lot stuffing her holes and leaking out of her. As she charges out of Skold-Ashil, telling her forces an abbreviated version of events and what they are to do next, Sigryn holds her sword high over her head.
 
“For the Tideskorn!”
 
As the Tideskorn cheer and hoist their weapons high as well, privately Sigryn is thinking something else, even as the fragment of Fel still nestled in her feeds on her anger and rage. And yet, the Fel cannot stop her and cannot impede her loyalty. Not yet anyways.
 
For Harry…

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