Freya drew an indignant breath at the dwarf's suggestion. She was a goddess of the Aesir! She thought of her status, of her husband! But then her eyes were again drawn to the necklace, and lust filled her. She nodded.
The dwarves broke into peals of triumphant laughter.
"I knew the bitch would go for it," Dvalin crowed. "Alright then, lets have a look at what we're getting. Strip!"
Freya's blush deepened at the blunt command, but she knew she had no choice. She undid the strings of her bodice, and let it fall.
"Wow!" one of the dwarves cried at the sight of her full, round breasts, their pink nipples standing erect in the cold cave.
Dvalin pursed his lips appreciatively. "All of it," was all he said.
Her face burning, Freya dropped her skirt.
A whoop of joy rose from the watching dwarves as they took in the lush curves of her hips and ass, and the bush of hair between her thighs, blond like the locks on her head.
Dvalin eyed her clinically as he stepped forward. His hand stroked her breast, tugging roughly at a nipple before trailing down her stomach. She gasped as he drove a finger roughly into her pussy. "She's already wet!" he announced. It was true; the thoughts of Brisingamen had aroused her, and to her disgust the rough treatment she was receiving only heightened the sensation.
There was more laughter at this, and one of the dwarves stepped forward, but Dvalin raised a hand to hold him back.
"Well?" the dwarf asked. "Who gets her first?"
"I was the one who made the deal-" Dvalin began, but he was cut off by a wave of argument.
"We all helped make the necklace!" one of them shouted.
"Alright. Alright! How about this: the first one to come on her, gets her first." A cheer greeted this, and the dwarves immediately began fumbling with the laces of the trousers.
Freya's breath caught as their cocks were revealed, for they were in no way proportionate to the dwarves small statures.
"On your knees!" Dvalin snapped as his brothers began running lecherous hands over Freya's body. She obeyed reluctantly.
He curled his fingers in her hair, and forced her mouth onto his huge member. As she gagged, a wave of dissent rose from the other dwarves.
"Hey! It's no fair using her mouth! What if I were to fuck her ass? Would that be fair?" Freya shuddered at the image.
Dvalin sighed. "Alright, fine, no touching her." He immediately began stroking himself hard, leering at Freya's kneeling form. His siblings followed suit. |