War of the VIkings

[Janine_G]

The two tribes had battled for days over the Skorka Valley, the fertile piece of land that had been contested for centuries between the two clans.  War was common between them and the battles were always fierce and both sides always ended up decimated.  This recent flare of violence was no different, the armies had battled for going on 4 days and nights with too many wounded or dead on both sides.  The only thing that had changed over the years is the number of men left to fight.  The battles now were all largely fought by the women--nearly all that was left between the two warring factions. 

This conflict was not different from the others, the field of battle was riddled with the bodies of those who had sacrificed for their people and their families.  Of those still alive, they were dirty, exhausted and largely unable to continue.  It often came to this in the violence between the two tribes.  And so it was that Svenja, the queen of her clan, a tall, thick blonde woman with massive breasts and thick muscular thighs strode towards the center of the battlefield, stripped of her armor and shield, her sword shattered, she would fight hand to hand against Freya.  Freya was a similarly built leader, presently equally naked but with darker hair who was also walking across the field from her clan's side.  The remaining warriors closed ranks around the two women as they strode fiercely towards one another.

As they got into range, there were no words between them.  They simply began to trade blows.  Heavy-handed, beleagured, but brutally strong blows.  There was no defense, just a trading of punches.  Their massive fists thudded as they crashed into their enemy's torso, breasts, and head.  As each blow landed, the massive woman would grunt and her body would shift in recoil.  The crowd of women watching cheered on their leader as the women began to sweat, breathe harder and widen their stances.  They began to wince from the blows, reflecting an increasing pain from their foe's assault.  Their legs began to tremble and their buttocks clenched.  Their already slow pace slowed even more as the weight of their arms and the toils of war began to take their relentless toll.

The blonde, Svenja delivered a particularly heavy blow that crashed into the side of Freya's head.  Freya's head snapped to the side and spittle and snot sprayed out across the crowd of onlookers as she fell to her hands and knees, hair draped around her face obscuring her pained countenance from view.  Before she had a chance to regain her feet, Svenja roared and brought her thick right leg up, slamming her heel into Freya's flank and sending the brunette tumbling away.  The blonde pursued her enemy who rolled to her back.

Again, Svenja lifted her leg to stomp Freya, but this time the brunette slammed her heel in between the blonde's opened legs, smashing the exposed genitalia and causing exquisite pain.  Svenja roared in pain this time and stumbled backwards, nearly falling as she threw her arms out for balance and Freya regained her feet and charged towards her blonde foe.   With her left hand she grabbed Svenja's massive right breast and dug into the soft flesh, twisting viciously.  With her right hand, she shot between Svenja's muscular thighs and grabbed her vagina cruelly. Svenja growled and countered with the identical assault and the two women stumbled about growling as they mauled one another's breasts and genitals.  At times one would force the other backwards and then at others, the opposite would occur.  Then they reached a momentary stalemate, their faces flushed and masks of pain, their arms and legs trembling with pain and exhaustion.  Freya began to pull on Svenja's labia, stretching the sensitive flesh and the blonde woman bellowed in agony.  She released her grip on Freya's body and wrapped her arms around her trunk, hoisting her into the air and slamming her to the ground.

The crowd erupted.   Svenja turned and moved away, rubbing herself as Freya struggled to her feet, the wind knocked from her lungs.

Svenja turned back towards her opponent and charged into her just as she steadied herself, tackling her to the hard ground and trying to mount her.  Freya pushed her hands under Svenja's chin and pushed her upper body away as their legs became intertwined, Svenja groped at Freya's face, digging her nails into the brunette's flesh as their muscles strained against one another.  Freya's nails dug into Svenja's neck as the brunette forced the blonde off of her and then leapt on top of her as she tumbled to her belly.  The brunette slipped her palms beneath the blonde's chin and hauled back as hard as she could, sitting her weight into the small of the blonde's back.  THe two women struggled against one another.

Svenja's breasts jutted out from her chest as she grit her teeth trying to strain against the brunette's powerful body.  The blonde was able to push her upper body up on to her arms and that caused the brunette to slip from her perch on her back.  It was the blonde's turn to scramble onto the supine brunette.  The brunette grabbed the blonde's breasts and dug her fingers into the flesh viciously as she pushed Svenja and held her off, but the blonde clawed at her face again and pulled her body closer.  The two women struggled mightily against one another's power as Svenja leveraged her body weight and gravity and gradually overpowered Freya's arms to move her face closer and closer to Freya's massive right breast.  As she closed the distance, Svenja grabbed at the tit with her hands and pulled it to her mouth.  Freya's scream sent shudders through her compatriots as SVenja sunk her teeth into the meaty flesh that surrounded her areola.  In desperation, Freya jammed her thumbs into Svenja's eyes and forced the blonde to pull back and roll away, trying to scramble away from the wounded brunette, her vision momentarily compromised, but Freya grabbed her heel and prevented her escape, scrambled onto her back and shoved her hand into her vagina and ass, mauling her foe with a ferocity that made many watching cringe.

Svenja flailed and bucked as Freya ruined her pussy.  THe brunette mounted her from behind and slammed her head into the hard ground and then wrapped her forearm around her throat cutting off her air.  The two women rolled about and struggled, with the blonde desperately trying to escape the choke unsuccessfully.  As she slipped into unconsciousness, the brunette pushed her off and battered and kicked her until she was sure that the blonde was defeated. 

Only then did Freya and her clan claim victory.

At least until the next war.

[Hyori]

Very hot!
Is Svenja dead or will she become a slave?

[SunnyB]

Fiercely hawt! 

[SunnyB]