Ymir's Child

Story by WotanAnubis

The following is fanfic for the videogame Expeditions: Viking.

I do so enjoy writing smut for somewhat obscure games.

Yrr, thegn of Skjern, made her way through the misty bog. Night had fallen some hours ago and cold stars twinkled overhead. The skulls of sacrificed oxen grinned at her from the darkness. The fitful light of a few torches cast their irregular light through the fog.

Yrr walked with a slight spring in her step. She always felt better in the bog, somehow. The world of spirits was near, making all the troubles of the 'real' word seem distant and somehow irrelevant.

Of course, these days, there was one other reason why she liked wandering the bog.

An apparition emerged from the fog. A pale face and ashen eyes, a slender body adorned with bone talisman and crowned with bird skulls.

Yrr smiled. "Røskva."

The young witch smiled back and rushed up to her. Within moments Yrr found herself in the young woman's embrace, her lips pressing hungrily against her own. Yrr kissed back passionately, eagerly tasting her lover's dirty green lips. It had been far too long since she'd seen her last. Hours, at least.

Their lips eventually parted and Yrr and Røskva leaned their foreheads against each other. They were both grinning and Yrr didn't think either of them would stop any time soon.

"So how was your day?" Yrr asked.

"The usual," Røskva replied vaguely. "Nothing serious."

"Same here," Yrr replied. "Most of my time was taken up with arranging supplies for the next crossing."

"That's important," said Røskva. "I know you have plans."

Yrr smiled. 'Plans'. Yes. She'd started her expeditions to Britain simply to safeguard the future of her clan, but now she had... greater ambitions.

Ambitions that, here in this bog with Røskva's arms around her, seemed unimportant.

"True," Yrr said. "But gathering all the supplies and getting them stowed was mostly just tedious."

Røskva kissed her again, briefly. "Want me to help alleviate your boredom?" she asked sweetly.

"I was kind of hoping for something more than that," Yrr replied.

"So was I," said Røskva.

Røskva started undressing and Yrr followed closely behind. The young witch's clothes were a strange mismatch of garments that didn't fit together properly and she got stuck more than once, especially she was loath to take off any of her bone and wooden jewelry. By contrast, Yrr stripped out of her dress with ease, revealing a powerful body adorned with a tattoo consisting of several flowing lines that, when looked at properly, became a raven in flight. It was both a symbol of Yrr's faith and her private little joke.

Yrr spread her dress and undergarments on the swampy ground and lay down while Røskva struggled out of the last of her clothes. It occurred to her, as she watched the witch get tangled up in a couple of talismans, that the bog was hardly a private place. Plently of clansmen came her all the time to ask Hulda for help or to sacrifice to the gods. And even though it was night, that was no reason at all to think nobody would come across them and see the two of them naked and intimate.

Yrr didn't care. So what if people caught them in the act? Her relationship with Røskva was no secret and, besides, she hadn't seen Røskva all day so far. Could anyone really expect the two of them to waste minutes in search of somewhere more private? Of course not.

The young witch finally got rid of the last of her clothes. Her body was slim and not nearly as pale as her face, painted with streaks of ash. Røskva spread her garments out next to Yrr's dress, creating a sort of not-even-remotely-a-bed, and lay down next to her. Yrr immediately put her arms around her lover and pulled her naked body close. Her skin was soft and dirty and hot in the dark fog and her lips were hungry.

Yrr felt Røskva's tongue press against her lips and she opened her mouth to let her in. Røskva's tongue danced against her own with a passion and intensity that would've surprised people who thought they knew her. But of course, people who thought they knew Røskva didn't really know her. Sometimes even Yrr wasn't sure if she really knew the witch. Most of the time she was pretty sure, though. Or at least, sure that she knew more about Røskva than anyone else ever could or would.

Røskva's mouth wandered down Yrr's chin, leaving a trail of kisses. Yrr thought she heard the witch panting with need. Every kiss seemed to leave a ring of flame on Yrr's skin and she could feel her own desire grow hard and wet. Røskva kissed her way down Yrr's naked body, spreading a dozen kisses across her neck and shoulders.

Yrr moaned softly when Røskva's lips traveled across her breasts. She instinctively arced her naked body towards the young witch, wordlessly offering herself to her. Røskva's tongue slipped out of her mouth and she dragged it across Yrr's soft flesh, leaving a trail of glistening saliva across her bare skin. Then she kissed her breast

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