The necklace was beautiful. It hung outside the cave, its white stones glittering in the sunlight. Freya felt herself getting wet as she looked at it. As she examined its glittering facets, she began to stroke a hand against her skirt. She could feel her nipples pressing against the fabric of her dress. With her other hand, she reached for the necklace.
"You like it?" a voice said. Freya brushed, pulling her hand away from her pussy. Out of the cave had come a dwarf, twisted and ugly. He leered at her. "I am Dvalin. This is Brisingamen." He lifted the necklace of its stand.
Freya took a deep breath, trying to control both her lust for the necklace and her embarrassment at being caught touching herself. "I will give you anything for that necklace."
Dvalin raised an eyebrow, and stepped towards the cave mouth. He beckoned to Freya to follow.
Inside, the cave was huge, with many tunnels leading from it. The walls were carved with scenes that reddened Freya's cheeks: nubile alfar maidens, toying with each other or being violated by giants.
In the centre of the room were four throne-like chairs, three of which were occupied by dwarves of similar appearance to Dvalin. They looked up and grinned when Freya entered, and exchanged lewd comments in low voices.
"Now, my brothers," Dvalin said loudly. "This lady of the Aesir, desires our necklace. I think we all know what price we will demand for it."
One of the other dwarves snickered nastily.
"I have treasure-" Freya began.
"I'm sure you do," Dvalin said, gazing at her full breasts. "If you want our necklace, the price is... a night with each of us, to do whatever we want with you."
Freya gasped in shock, her pride bristling at the suggestion. But then her eyes were drawn to the way Dvalin ran the stones of the necklace through his rough fingers...
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